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teeztheflag · 3 years

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to when they accidentally hurt their mate

warnings: strong language, fighting, injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of bullying

a/n: ok ok I am really sorry I had to change the request a little bit so it doesn’t become repeating <3

general taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @little-precious-baby @yunhobabygurl @multidreams-and-desires

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

Usually the alpha was the most caring person with you. Bringing you flowers and spending as much time with you as possible. When the fights between several packs reached his land he knew dangerous times were coming.

Instead of talking to you and taking you to the meetings he decided it would be safer for you to stay in your house guarded when the attacks began.

Little did he know that you were tired of not being included and as the luna of the pack it was time to use your own power to help. Hong Joong was in a full fighting and killing mode when you were circled by five other werewolves who tried to kill you without mercy.

Hong Joong‘s senses were blended when he launched at the intruders and absentmindedly also accidentally bit your leg earning him a painful cry from your wolf.

Immediately he felt like his heart shuttered to pieces not knowing you would be out here in the battlefield. You limp away from your mate and run back to your mansion. Hong Joong changes back into his human and sags to the ground.

He still cannot fully control himself. That’s why he didn’t want you to help. He cries out and lays down on the grass not knowing if he could get under your eyes again.

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

Running away from a horde of big - way too big - wolves wasn’t what you planned for your camping trip. It was easy the third time you stumbled over your own feet hearing the low growls behind you. Your blood seems to freeze when you emerge a wide meadow where the only source of light is given by the full moon.

Tears escape your eyes when another whimper leaves you - they circled you. Was this a normal behavior for wolves? What should you do in a situation like this?

You’re only in a light see-through gown because of the hot temperatures these days. It feels like the wolves are strategizing at how they share gazes and let out noises that could be mistaken as chuckling.

Suddenly one of them jumps on you pinning you down to the ground. The animal is flashing it’s dangerous canines at your shaking form. You cannot help yourself to frantically scream and try to push it off you.

It seems to lower itself only more and out of instinct you bare your neck fearing this would be the end for you. The wolf sniffles and licks the spot under your ear. A tear runs down you cheek when you can feel a sharp pain where he draws a little bit of blood.

Suddenly it is pushed off you with force and a much stronger growl leaves a completely black wolf that’s is standing in front of you. You follow the scene in front of you with interested eyes when the other wolves seem to bow down in submission and quickly vanish out of the scene.

Great. The big bad wolf wants you for himself.

It really confuses you when the wolf slowly turns around eying you for a while. You try to get away from it when it nears your form and leans down to lick away the blood that is running down your neck. Again a sound of pain leaves your form to which the wolf backs away in an instant.

A huff can be heard and with conflicted eyes it turns around to escape the scene.

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j e o n g y u n h o

„Why are you running away from me?“ No answer.

„Do you like being chased?“ You still don’t answer.

„Okay, (y/n). We know it since three days so why are you not recognizing our bond?“

A tear escapes you which you’re quick to wipe away with the back of your shaking hand. You stop abruptly staring into the depths of the forest. Your gaze turns to the ground when you can sense Yun Ho moving to stand in front of you.

„My little mate. Why aren’t you talking to me? Did I do something wrong?“

„Wrong?“ You look up your hands turning into fists out of anger. Your chest rises with your breaths and you can feel your body heating up.

Yun Ho‘s playful smile soon vanishes and he starts to look concerned. „My love, why are you so sad?“

Of course your souls are already starting to form a connection and he feels your emotions.

„You’re asking if you did something wrong? How about hanging out with all the people that have nothing but bad comments about me left? Laughing at me? Hurting me whenever they can?“

Yun Ho starts to realize what you’re talking about.

„You’ve hurt me, so much already. That is not easy to accept.“

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k a n g y e o s a n g

You can feel his eyes burning on your back since half an hour. The beta next to you shamelessly flirts around although he knows your mate is sitting back with his friends.

Yeo Sang was one of the more roguish wolves in your pack always tending to not listen to any orders or picking a fight. Finding out about your bond was actually really shocking to you. You’re probably one of the nicest girls in the pack - according to folks. Always dressed in some pretty dress or blouse and never a too low neckline.

Your connection was still fresh and so far you managed to have the minimum contact with the trouble maker. Just to the point of tonight where the younger people of your pack met up for a campfire and some drinks.

„Wanna take a swim?“ You blush at his words but take his hand anyway letting him guide you through the trees. Standing in front of the lake and seeing that the beta ist already getting rid of his clothes makes you feel bad. He’s smirking at you.

„I don’t know if this is ok...“ Suddenly the beta gets a blow into the face by one of Yeo Sang‘s friends and two of them start to secure the beta in his holds. You’re overwhelmed with the situation immediately and Yeo Sang‘s eyes are dangerously yellow. He gets a painful hold on your wrist screaming at you but you’re not in the position to answer him.

„Y - you’re hurting me.“ Yeo Sang‘s mouth twitches at your words and with a hiss he let’s go of your arm ordering his friends to take you to his home.

The beta spits out blood laughing at the remaining guys and Yeo Sang.

„Great. Now she fears you even more.“ Yeo Sang punches him again knowing he’s right. He lets out a frustrated sigh condemning his short temper.

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c h o i s a n

It was San‘s highest priority to keep the daughter of their alpha safe. Naturally he was always by your side following you around sometimes to your dismay.

This night you were able to shake the boy off and visit a club with your friends in the town nearby. Mostly humans could be seen here and you finally were able to let loose.

Shaking your body from left to the right you can feel a pair of arms sneaking around your waist to move you to the rhythm with him. Your head falls back landing on the shoulder of your dance partner a permanent smirk on his face.

It all happens to fast when you can feel someone ripping you out of the grip of the stranger. You fall down to the ground hurting your knee in the process. Hissing out you can see your friends immediately rushing to your side while you give the intruder a deadly glare.

San doesn’t stop to give the beautiful man punches when you’re quick to stand up and pry him off the man. San‘s eyes turn into a dangerous color when he eyes you an you know you better get out off here before he looses himself fully.

Outside he has a strong grip on your arm and ushers you into his car. The night flys by while a soft tune is humming. You’re so pissed at him that you decide to better not say anything. Suddenly he speaks up: „You’re letting vampires touch you now? Yeah? The daughter of the alpha is getting it on with vampires!“

„I - I didn’t know he was a - “

„Of course you didn’t! You are so young and literally know nothing!“

After a while of silence you turn to him a sigh escaping you. „I am sorry, San. Thank you for rescuing me...“

His gaze is fixed on the street and he can feel his heart and soul pulling on a bond that is still not touchable for you.

„It is my job to look after you. I failed...“

„No! You didn’t! I promise I won’t ever run away from you again!“ Silence follows but with a last glance San frowns deeply.

„Your knee... this will be a problem when we’re back.“

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s o n g m i n g i

„Yes, Min Gi! Just a little bit - closer!“ The wolf under you grunts while balancing you on his shoulders.

Your fingers are close to the fruit that is considered very rare in the realm. Your fingers are close to touching the fruit when suddenly your self made latter shakes and both of you fall down with a low thud.

„Ouch! Min Gi!“ The wolf‘s head hurts and his vision blurrs but hearing your crying he quickly stands up on his paws and howls out.

His tail is wiggling excited while he licks your face and tries to comfort you.

„I - I think my wrist is twisted.“ Tears are running down your cheeks while Min Gi suddenly changes back into his human form a frown on his face.

„Oh my god, I am so sorry!“ He frantically turns from left to right gripping his hair out of frustration. „What should I do what should I do!“

„Min Gi!“ You say through gritted teeth trying to hold in the pain. „Calm down and take me back to the pack!“

Min Gi wears a blank face hurt because he hurt you.

„Min Gi!“

He shakes his head to get a clear mind and sends you a firm nod. „Right. Back to the pack!“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

You and Woo Young often played around in your wolf form chasing each other in the forest. Of course your animal instinct pushed you to little fights from time to time doesn’t matter if it is your mate.

Usually the fights always ended in the two of you changing back into your human body and starting a heated session.

This time unfortunately Woo Young pushed you a little bit to hard against the tree earning him a painful howl out of you. First you can hear him jumping around snickering for winning the battle but when you’re still lying down not moving much he slowly emerges your side tilting his head confused.

„(y/n)?“ He nudges your side with his snout trying to get a response from you but you keep breathing hard letting out little whimpers.

„(y/n)?! Are you hurt?“ Immediately his playful demeanor is gone and he changes back into his human form to search your body for any injuries.

„Oh shit! Change back! Come on!“ He’s totally devastated by now trying to caress you and encourage you with slow motions. You’re a crying mess when you’re back in your naked form.

„Woo Young... my b-back...“ He’s quick to pick you up bridal style and carry you past the trees in a lightning speed.

„Hold on a little bit longer, sweetheart.“ His firm voice and determined gaze really does it‘s wonders and you try to hang on to it until you reach the hospital.

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c h o i j o n g h o

Jong Ho could only snicker how you always managed to get out of his way. The campus was big and you really thought the handsome male that just happened to cross your way out of pure coincidence. Of course Jong Ho made sure to follow your every step because he just couldn’t help himself.

Finally finding his mate filled his body with adrenaline and having you not in the eye sight drove him crazy. The only problem that stopped him from immediately getting to you: you’re human. Probably not knowing about the world of magic and their creatures.

It was just the problem that you happened to have a boyfriend and one day it was too late for self control when he had the boy pinned to the wall in one of the cafeterias of the campus.

„Stay away from her!“ Your boyfriend shuddered at the low growl that came from the boy in front of him not knowing the slightest what he did wrong when he just gave a you peck on the cheek.

You screamed and kicked at him not knowing what happened a few seconds ago. When he suddenly turns around leaving you dumbfounded and all the others in the location you decide you wouldn’t let him go this easily.

You follow him and don’t even recognize that he’s going into the woods. He stops in his tracks when you don’t stop talking and you can see him breathing hard. Jong Ho tries to control his feelings but the frustration is taking over and when you try to turn him around by his shoulder he accidentally pushes you.

Your head collides with a stone and blood can be seen leaving the desperate wolf speechless. He runs to your side trying to wake you up but he’s getting no reaction out of your form. With tears pricking his eyes he’s quick to carry you to his pack to help you knowing it is now to late for you to turn back.

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beautifulterriblequeen · 3 years

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B2:S - Chapter 3

Much of this series will be about the differences and additions in the novel version, and how they contribute to my understanding of story canon. But there will be character appreciation, the odd theory and headcanon, and suchlike as well.

Here be Lujanne, Callum, Rayla, Ezran, Bait, and Soren goodness!

Spoilers for Book Two: Sky below.

Lujanne having excellent fitness for all her walking around the Moon Nexus, and she's so energetic that Callum has trouble keeping up with her! She seems like those active grandmas who almost never stop moving, who have a lifelong supply of endless stamina. It makes me wonder if Lujanne will need that level of fitness for some upcoming conflict.

Callum feeling really hungry over not eating grubs and then still deciding he'd rather be hungry. It makes me wonder all over again how Lujanne got to the point where she eats grubs, considering that other Moonshadow elves we know of back in the Silvergrove don't. I still love my hc that the giant leech ate all of Lujanne's moonberry bushes and she's taking her revenge. Whatever's going on there, Callum is definitely not at that point yet.

When Lujanne asks Callum how he knows she's real, he thinks to himself that he'd put up with just about anything from someone who was going to teach him magic. That's a great parallel and foreshadowing for Viren's student/master relationship with Aaravos! And it's telling that neither student gets exactly what they hoped to get. Lujanne doesn't actively teach Callum any spells, because she believes he can't learn Moon magic at all. Aaravos does offer Viren power, but it takes him to some very dark places - literally and figuratively - and the cost is terribly high.

Callum sees a moon shape among the ruins, and Lujanne explains that the Moonhenge layout is an intricate rune that uses the structures themselves as part of its symbols and power. That's apparently a thing even with ordinary Moonshadow villages like Hollow Wood in the east, which is the coolest idea I've seen in a while: city planning as magic runes!

Yes, that's the same shape as the pendants Ethari made for himself and Runaan. Protection? Home? Feelsiness? A sense of safety and belongnig for all cycles and seasons?

Wonder what this Moonhenge rune stands for, then, and how much of this landscape is included in that rune. I bet it's more than we think!

But it makes sense now, how toppling the stone pillars would disable the spell the druids would cast to connect with the Moon Nexus lake. Breaking the infrastructure of the Moonhenge breaks the rune.

There's a physical sensation involved with the visuals that Historia Viventem brings up! When that one ghostly druid walked through Callum, he felt icy cold. Like in ghost stories. I really wonder about what exactly Historia Viventem is doing when it activates. It shows truth, "what really happened here?", so it must have some kind of time-related element, maybe tied to how the moon always repeats the same cycles or something. But it also seems to draw on the spirits of any living people involved in the flashback, because Callum could physically feel that wispy shape passing through him. So very interesting!

Orrr... is that all wrong, and there's something else at work with this spell than time? Maybe the world beyond life and death can act as an imprint of the things that have happened in the living world, and the spell that Lujanne (and later Callum) casts taps into that place, with perfect recall. I'm looking really hard at the sentence that says "dozens of translucent elf ghosts" and "phantom Moonhenge" and "lost in their own world" here.

Lujanne says more here than in the show about the world beyond life and death, being her mysterious Moonshadow-mage self. She says that "beyond" and "between" might both apply to where this other plane of existence is, and she doesn't much care which. With all the relativity swirling around this place, and not much in the way of empiricism, it's sounding like perhaps multiple conflicting ideas might actually coexist in such a place, allowing more ideas to fit there than we might normally believe is possible. Which is a fascinating bit of worldbuilding. Basically, every headcanon anyone has ever had about the Moon Nexus could all be true at the same time, for all we know.

Oh oh oh, Callum coming in soft with a secret wish! He takes one look at the Moonhenge and immediately thinks of finding a way to see his mom again! Poor boy, my heart! I'd say that could be another interesting parallel with Viren, but then, who wouldn't hold that sentiment?

Oh my, is this another breath of life into Ye Olde Ley Lines headcanon? Lujanne mentioning the Nexuses again, so soon after talking about the runic design of the entire Moonhenge, makes me wonder if the six nexuses are in fact giant runes. On Earth, the places where ley lines cross are called nexuses, and there are those who believe those points got marked with ancient structures, like Stonehenge and many many others. If Xadia were crossed with magical lines which naturally formed nexus points where they met, and if powerful magical runes were built across those entire areas, well. That would be cool beans, fams. Can I smack a map of Xadia and release a spell like Luz Noceda does? Because ngl that is my first instinct here.

Lujanne has got to be missing some grandkids to spoil, right? The way she's always whipping out cake and ice cream for Callum, and she's so grandma-ish about it. Headcanon about her being Runaan's mom aside, she is canonically lonely and she's very sweet to Allen and Ellis and I think she's missing whatever family she once had in the past. She may never get to have that family back, so she's finding a new one among the humans who live nearby, and I think that's sweet. Found family isn't just for the young.

But Ellis is straight up gonna be her fave, I bet, because she didn't turn up her nose at Lujanne's illusion food!

Ezran and Bait have a lot more to their relationship than was visible in the show, and I'm so excited by it! Ez can tell by looking at Bait's colors that he's not truly jealous of Zym, even if he's really grumpy about the dragonling taking up his favorite human's time.

And Ez thinking a lot about his dad and the things he's taught him. They're soft leadership material, and I love that so much! "Pick your battles" and the importance of encouragement. Ahh, my heart. Ezran, you're going to be such a good king.

But wait a second: both times that Bait gets extra grumpy in Zym's first training session, Ezran has just mentioned something about flying. Guys, I think Bait wishes he could fly, really badly. And that's his biggest problem with Zym, and with Ezran teaching Zym to fly, instead of Bait who doesn't have wings so. Bait is so old that his secrets have secrets, and I'm really curious how flying fits into them now!

Rayla, Dramatic Assassin: "I need to patrol for dark forces." That's what Lujanne called the source of the purple wisps that found them. I wonder if that's an official term all Moonshadows know, or if Rayla is just taking her cue from a veteran Moon mage. And I wonder how far Rayla is falling into the apparent pattern of "one mage, one assassin", since she does spend a lot of her time patrolling without being asked.

When Callum tells Lujanne that he was bad at prince stuff, and she asks if he didn't give up and got good at those things anyway, it's an opportunity for Callum to embrace subverting his parents' expectations in favor of seeking his own path, which is a primary theme of the show. But Lujanne is a couple generations older than Callum, at the very least, and I have to wonder what her upbringing was like. Is her version of success the one she took? Was she bad at magic once too, but she persisted? She is very soft and doesn't want to kill anyone.

Maybe Lujanne had dreams of doing something else with her life, but she felt she had to pursue the destiny that others handed to her, so she studied magic as hard as she could, and she did get good at it, but using it to defend Xadia from humans is not what she wanted to do with her life. Whether there's a parallel between her and Ethari on that point, there's one between Callum and Ethari, I think. How much of your life are you willing to let others direct for you?

LISTEN I WAS DYING AT THE EAR BREAD SCENE OKAY

This is my new favorite Soren and Claudia moment ever. Soren loves him his bread, okay. Even as earplugs for Claudia's sleep ocarina tune. The fact that it's "super effective" makes me think of a Pokemon defense. The fact that he learned it at camp, where he also learned about Moonshadow Madness, is hilarious. Later on, Corvus doesn't know Soren by name, but I still love the idea of Corvus being a kind of Strider-esque camp instructor, filling the ears of his young charges with all kinds of useful tactics like ear bread for magic spell songs (which actually seemed to work as intended), and warnings about the enemy elves' blood-themed tactics (which may or may not come back around in BH)

I thought they were gonna go in a kind of deep direction when Soren still wanted his ear bread back, but then he just. Eats them. Just noms them. I love this kid. Give Soren all the bread!

#book two: sky spoilers #book two: sky #b2:s #tdp spoilers #ToX spoilers #gloaming glade spoilers #lujanne #callum #rayla #ezran #tdp zym #soren #tdp claudia #tdp bait

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smiting-finger · 4 years

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I tripped and I fell and this HP AU came out

So I was chatting to @silverink58 about the beautiful original picture of Professor LWJ, and they were saying that when they picked up the prompt for the inktober exchange, they were hoping to read Hogwarts student!LWJ,

And I thought “oh how delightful, maybe I’ll think about that idea later”, and then that “later” became “now” and what I’m saying is they shouldn’t have let me download the google docs app onto my phone, because I clearly cannot be trusted.

@silverink58 this is for you, lol. Thanks for naming “Little Apple” :’D.

He almost doesn’t see it: a flutter of black fabric, the edge of a student robe before it slips away out of sight. But he catches the movement from the corner of his eye, and pure reflex has Lan Zhan drawing his wand to fire off a quick body-bind curse.

There's a muffled noise of surprise, abruptly cut off, and then the thump of a body hitting the floor.

When Lan Zhan turns the corner, it’s to the sight of Wei Wuxian, lying face-down on the ground.

“It’s after curfew,” Lan Zhan says, turning him over with a quick Levitation spell. “You should be inside your dormitory.”

Dark eyes glare indignantly up at him. Calmly holding Wei Wuxian’s gaze, Lan Zhan lifts the curse.

“Report for detention tomorrow,” he says, as Wei Wuxian sits up and pointedly rubs the small pink spot on his forehead.

“Lan Zhaaaan,” Wei Wuxian complains, giving the edge of Lan Zhan’s robe a beseeching tug. Lan Zhan feels his own lips thin at the over-familiarity of both the form of address and the physical contact.

“Don’t be like that! Let me off just this once? Think of the five wonderful years we’ve spent together as potions partners!”

“Just last week, you exploded our cauldron,” Lan Zhan reminds him flatly, and Wei Wuxian grins.

“Oh come on! Let’s not harp on about petty things like that,” he says, pushing himself up onto his feet. He shakes out his robes. “You wanted to know what would happen if we added the xiezhi horn, too, just admit it.”

Lan Zhan doesn’t dignify this with a response, and simply meets Wei Wuxian’s gaze and holds it.

He is a Lan of Gusu.

He would never admit to such a thing.

Wei Wuxian pouts, reaches out a hand and uses two fingers to give Lan Zhan’s sleeve a pleading tug.

Lan Zhan sighs.

After five years of being a detention hall regular, if Wei Wuxian was going to learn anything from writing lines, he would've done it already.

“Return to your dormitory,” he says, and Wei Wuxian smiles brightly.

“Yup, sure thing, absolutely,” he chirps, nodding in enthusiastic agreement.

He doesn’t move.

Lan Zhan looks at him expectantly.

Wei Wuxian blinks back at him with wide eyes.

Lan Zhan continues to wait.

It’s Wei Wuxian’s turn to sigh.

“Okay, fine,” he says, shoulders slumping in defeat as he turns back to his original direction and beckons for Lan Zhan to follow.

“There’s just something I have to do first - I swear it’s important. You can come with me to see, if you want.”

It’s a … bird.

A hatchling, almost completely featherless, that Wei Wuxian has hidden in a corner of one of the lesser-used greenhouses, and has been coming to feed every four hours.

It’s also, Lan Zhan thinks, staring blankly at its oversized head, squat little body, gangly legs and stumpy wings, really-

“Don’t stare at it like that just because it’s ugly!” Wei Wuxian hisses, turning from pouring whatever paste he’s made down the bird’s throat to swat Lan Zhan admonishingly on the arm. “You’ll hurt its feelings!”

“You just called it ugly,” Lan Zhan feels the need to point out. “But I’m the one who’s hurting its feelings?”

“Well, it’s just a baby,” Wei Wuxian replies reasonably. “It doesn’t understand anything that’s not bird-language yet.”

“It doesn’t understand anything but bird-language,” Lan Zhan repeats disbelievingly, “but it’s offended by stares?”

Wei Wuxian nods gravely.

“Everyone knows that body language is universal,” he claims loftily and Lan Zhan suppresses the desire to roll his eyes.

“You can’t keep coming every four hours,” Lan Zhan says, after the bird curls up and goes to sleep underneath a heating charm and Wei Wuxian’s threadbare toy demiguise (“What? I didn’t know if Jiang Cheng and I were going to be in the same dorm, and I was scared of getting lonely at night! I was eleven!”).

“Well, I’m going to have to,” Wei Wuxian replies carelessly, and shrugs. “Or it’ll die.”

“Its parents?” Lan Zhan asks and Wei Wuxian shrugs again.

“Didn’t seem to have any,” he says, quietly getting up and beckoning wordlessly for Lan Zhan to follow. “I waited an hour to see if one of them would come back, but nothing did, and it was crying, so.”

The moon is full and bright, providing ample light to guide their way back to the dormitories even now that all the lights have been put out.

“I did some reading in the library,” Wei Wuxian says around a yawn. “As it gets bigger, feedings will get less frequent. I don’t know what kind of bird it is, but it should only be like this for a couple of weeks, at most.”

Even for a couple of weeks, it’s not sustainable, Lan Zhan thinks when Wei Wuxian begins to list into his shoulder as they walk. He’ll have to leave halfway through every meal and risk getting caught by the other Prefects at night. He won’t be able to get enough sleep, which will affect his classwork, and, in turn, his learning, his grades, his disciplinary record-

“You can’t keep this up for that long,” Lan Zhan states firmly.

Wuxian groans. “I told you, Lan Zhan, I can’t just let it-”

“I’ll help you,” he says.

“You’ll - wait, really?”

They name it Little Apple because Wuxian says he's no fun.

("We should call it Little Ginseng, because that's what it looks like - bald and lumpy."

"...No.")

When it gets big enough to have a personality beyond eating and sleeping, Little Apple is surprisingly sweet. It loves: cuddles, being hand-fed and chasing after a love-knot tassel that Wuxian charmed to dance around in front of it.

It hates: eating by itself, being left alone for too long, cats (after Headboy Jin Guangyao's familiar somehow gets into the greenhouse and they have a very near miss), and Lan Zhan and Wuxian arguing.

It absolutely refuses to go to bed without being personally tucked in.

Soon, it starts to grow feathers; brown and grey patches of down sprouting all over its body, enough that they can stop renewing the heating charm.

It doesn't get less ugly.

("As its mother, even I think it's hideous. We should've called it Little Dustball, but it's too late now ")

They do, however, become very fond of it nonetheless.

("Hey, Lan Zhan, look, we learned manners today!"

Wuxian bows to Little Apple, who bobs its head unsteadily in return.

"-Lan Zhan, what's happening to your face? Lan Zhan? Lan Zhan, is that a smile?!")

They get caught.

"Wei Wuxian I expected no better of," his uncle growls after the greenhouse doors fly open to reveal his thunderous expression. "But Wangji, you are a prefect. I am deeply disappointed in you, sneaking off to the greenhouses at night to-"

Little Apple squawks.

(Although its adult plumage has started to come in, there is no colour pattern that Lan Zhan can see; it has three red feathers on this wing, two on that one, small tufts of white in a patch on its belly and a scattering of green along its back.

“It’s … really not going to get better, is it?” Wuxian asks, sounding like he doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry.)

Lan Qiren stares.

"It's so…" his uncle says, still staring down at Little Apple, who squawks again and stares right back. "Ug-"

“Don’t listen to him, Little Apple!” Wuxian cries, hastily covering Little Apple’s ears with his hands. “It’s what’s on the inside that counts!”

And then one day Lan Zhan walks into the greenhouse and realises that Little Apple is ugly no longer.

Its wings are in fact red and black; red coverts edged with a line of striking black primaries and secondaries. A small plume of blue curls back off its forehead in a proud crest. The feathers on its back and shoulders are a shimmering emerald green, in some areas even tipped with gold, its belly is a soft pearlescent white, and its tail feathers are starting to lengthen into an impressive train.

Beside him, Wei Ying gasps and places a hand against his mouth, evidently coming to the same realisation.

“Lan Zhan,” he says, deeply moved. “Our son is beautiful.”

It still can’t fly, though.

“I wonder if I should get my sword,” Wei Ying says, after an afternoon of running around flapping his arms has yielded no results beyond Little Apple having the time of its life chasing a new, human-sized tassel around the grounds like a particularly speedy chicken.

He flops backwards onto the grass. Little Apple promptly jumps on top of his chest and starts to preen his hair.

"Or what if I flapped my arms and you Levitated me," Wei Ying wonders, squinting thoughtfully. With a lazy wave of his wand, he Levitates Little Apple, who squawks angrily in protest until it's brought back within range of his ponytail.

Lan Zhan takes the opportunity to re-tie the bandage on his wrist, and can’t help but hiss slightly when he has to unstick it from his burnt skin. It’s not a serious injury - a small graze from a ricocheted spell he’d been hit with between classes, while stopping an altercation in the hallway - but he hasn’t had the time to visit the infirmary to have it healed yet.

When he looks up, Little Apple is right in front of him, staring up with glistening eyes.

“Aw,” Wei Ying says, propping himself up on one elbow and looking enchanted. “Look, Lan Zhan, he’s sad that his daddy’s hurt!”

Little Apple rests his face on Lan Zhan’s wrist for a moment, then sits back up and gives a self-satisfied squawk.

Lan Zhan looks down and finds that his wrist is fully healed.

“Huh,” Wei Ying says.

It turns out that they don’t need to worry about the flying, because the following week, Little Apple, eye caught by a firefly, simply spreads its wings, pushes off Wei Ying’s arm and takes off after it.

“Well,” Wei Ying begins after a moment of stunned silence. “I-”

Then Little Apple’s tail promptly bursts into flames and blazes a bright trail across the night sky.

“LAN ZHAN,” Wei Ying screeches, grabbing hold of Lan Zhan’s arm and shaking it.

“LAN ZHAN, OUR SON IS A PHOENIX!”

There’s no keeping Little Apple in the greenhouse after that. It comes and goes as it pleases with the blessing of even Lan Zhan’s uncle, who is kept mollified by the fact that Little Apple is a phoenix, as well as the steady supply of tears and feathers for the school.

Both Lan Zhan and Wei Ying take to leaving their bedroom windows ajar so that Little Apple can come in to roost at night when it returns, which it always does.

Until, one day, it doesn’t.

The next month, the Ministry announces that the Wizarding world is at war.

(And then, on a random morning after WWX comes back, there’s a tapping at the window of their shared bedroom, Lan Zhan gets up to investigate, and----!)

#The Untamed #wangxian #HP AU #fml #fic #mo dao zu shi

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MDZS/The Untamed Fic Recs

Flag Flying High by Araceil

The final lines were.... the only clear instructions given to him. It seemed as though Mo Xuan-Yu was seized with sudden ferocious clarity and drive – a single demand for the Yiling Patriarch: Whatever he was to do in revenge to the Mo Clan, he was to protect Hari above all. The child was not to be harmed.

When his life was not enough to trade for the protection of his friends in the Final Battle, Harry gave up his magic and found himself cursed. Travelling to the Cultivation World was his only chance to survive, to break this curse that drew the resentful dead into his orbit. While there though, he finds himself caught up in the life of the tormented Mo Xuan-Yu and unable to ignore the echoes of himself in the man's pitiful circumstances. But when Harry's curse draws the dead to Mo Village, the Junior cultivators of the Gusu Lan Sect are close behind, and his life takes a dramatic swing in a different direction, towed along in the wake of Mo Xuan-Yu now that he has been freed of his oppressive family, Harry finds himself in the Cloud Recesses, and involved in a whole new mystery that the 'adults' are determined to keep him away from.

*my token Harry Potter crossover fic*

Something Yet to Learn by Glitterbombshell

“Wei Wuxian,” the man grits out, and he pauses with one hand reaching for the door handle. The disciple who had come in to speak to Lan Qiren brushes past him and exits the pavilion without a backwards glance. Wei Wuxian turns back to Master Lan, one eyebrow tilting up in question. “An urgent matter has come up,” Lan Qiren says, every word sounding like it’s being forcibly dragged from him. “His Excellency requests my presence. Their current instructor is ill, I was meant to take over classes for today,” he continues, gesturing towards the tiny juniors. He swallows heavily, and the next sentence sounds bitter. Choked. “I cannot leave them unattended.” Wei Wuxian just blinks at him.

Wei Wuxian is asked (under duress) to babysit a class of tiny Lan cultivators for just a few minutes. A few minutes turns into an hour, turns into two hours, turns into an impromptu literal field trip and now there's an entire class that is weeks ahead of their curriculum, their most junior disciples have apparently imprinted on Wei Wuxian like baby birds, and Lan Qiren has no one to blame but himself.

*Baby junior Lans*

if you can’t beat them, recruit them by moeblobmegane

Rather than mourning a future that had not happened yet, he would rather work with all his might to prevent it from happening. [...] His aim was to fortify his home and his family so that they would never again be left vulnerable to greedy cultivators aiming for his genius. For that, he needed help. He may be a genius, but he was not the cunning manipulative man they thought him to be. No, that was not him. He knew who was, though.

(Or: Wei Wuxian uses a powerful array to go back in time and builds a secret squad to prevent the misfortunes of the future.)

Themes and Variations in F# Major by defractum (nyargles)

The thing with musical prodigies is that they're soloists, and soloists play alone. He doesn't want to play alone anymore.

"A summer guest lecture series? Oh, very nice. I wish I could sit in on that."

"Do you also play the piano?"

"Not even a little bit," says Wei Ying cheerfully. "But I'm sure you'd have a lot of thoughts on musicality that would be relevant regardless."

"Oh," says Lan Zhan. He seems to be searching for something else to say. "I believe it is oversubscribed," he says finally.

"As it should be," says Wei Ying, and does not tell him that he has all of Lan Zhan's albums downloaded onto his phone, listened to over and over when he's on a train, a plane, waiting for a taxi, has followed his career since he overheard half a Mendelssohn when they were fifteen.

补救; to remedy, to do something to correct or improve something that is wrong by ravenditefairylights

Wei Wuxian has missed the sword. He has missed the steady weight of Suibian in his vicinity, has missed being sure of himself without needing to defend his ability in front of a world that stands opposite of him as jury, judge and executioner. Wei Wuxian has risen and fallen and then gotten up every time, fallen deeper still until there was no way for him to get back up. Wei Wuxian has died and he has come back thirteen years too late and the world has moved on without him.

Back to the start—it’s a good place for the beginning.

or the one where Wei Wuxian heals, realizes there are people who love him and people he loves and goes back home

*Some nice post canon fluff and badass WWX*

Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller

Wei Wuxian's spirit lingers.

*Chef’s kiss*

Cradle by Dragonesque

After barely surviving the assassination attempt at QiongQi Path, Wei WuXian and the Wen Sect remnants are left to figure out how to protect themselves and their new lives. Meanwhile, the Jiang siblings and an unharmed Jin ZiXuan try to figure out who's bright idea was that stupid ambush. In Gusu, Lan Wangji panics at the idea of Wei WuXian's near death and tries to figure out whether to insist to stay by the Yiling Patriarch's side or hang back in the Cloud Recesses.

And Wei WuXian struggles with the idea of whether becoming a teacher, teaching demonic cultivation and setting up his own sect might not be a bad idea after all...

Just say yes by edenwolfie

Lan Qiren had never had a student he couldn’t improve, and Wei Wuxian would not be the exception, especially not now that his nephew was in love with the troublemaker. He would not allow history to repeat itself.

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami, Winterstar1412

"Zewu-Jun. You once told me about a house surrounded by gentians, where you visited once a month, and how Lan Zhan still waited there, even when the door no longer opened."

Xichen feels light-headed. He feels shocked, and angry. He has never told anyone such a thing, but Lan Zhan is giving Xichen a look of utter betrayal.

"You told him?" Lan Zhan whispers. "When?"

Wei Wuxian takes Lan Zhan's hand. "About twenty years from now."

Wei Wuxian starts again from the beginning.

*part one of a brilliant and lengthy series*

SanRen by Kyogre

Leaving YunmengJiang in an effort to curb the tensions in the Jiang family, Wei WuXian becomes a rogue cultivator.

Even without the support of a sect, he is a rare genius whose name will become known across the cultivation world and whose techniques will influence the course of a war.

However, what influences his own fate is a chance meeting that becomes the first step toward love.

*A more proactive Jiang family and an oblivious Wei Wuxian ft. pining Lan Wangji*

New moodboard here !

Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into let me know through my ask box.

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lv au week, day 3: fairy tales

Title: parry on Fandom: Veronica Mars Rating: PG Pairing: Logan Echolls/Veronica Mars Other Characters: An animal that is 100% based on one of my mom’s felines Additional Tags: Absolutely inspired by Tangled, though I do not give Logan luscious magical hair (SPOILER!) Things I googled for this fic: antique jewelry box, what to feed cats in the 1800s, fencing footwork drills Word Count: ~1,950 Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

Jump forward. Advance lunge. On guard.

Logan goes through the motions and repeats them, increasing his speed each time. “Again,” he says to himself.

Jump forward. Advance lunge. On guard. Jump forward. Advance lunge. On guard.

Again, and again, and again until his chest is tight with exertion and he is barely capable of lifting his makeshift sword up above his hip line. It is only then he ceases movement.

Logan drops his weapon to the floor and hinges at the waist, taking deep, slow breaths. He is unsure how long he remains in that position before his cat, a rotund tortoiseshell who simply showed up in his keep one day, winds itself around his ankles.

Lady Richard looks up at him and lets out a cross between a whimper and a meow. Logan reaches down and scratches the cat behind its ears.

“Ah, I know what you want.”

Lady Richard meows again, even more pathetically.

Post-workout, Logan’s sabre has returned to its true form and is a wooden spoon once more. He kicks it out of the way and makes for his small kitchen. His father’s man visited him the day prior (“your father wished to come, truly”) so his larder basket is more than full.

Once Lady Richard appeared, his father was surprisingly amenable to Logan’s keeping her. Apparently his father did not consider a cat scaling the unsteady ivy outside his window a threat.

Logan unpacks the cat collops from the larder basket and sinks to the stone floor. Lady Richard invites himself into Logan’s lap.

“Father approved entrails this week.” Logan scratches Lady Richard under the chin, feeding him the meat pieces from his hand. “He must be in a good mood.”

Once Lady Richard is finished with her meal, she bounces from Logan’s lap and moves over to her favorite cushion of the burnt orange sofa in the corner of the room. Logan reupholstered the sofa himself but, seeing as it was a decision made primarily to irritate his father, he deeply regrets the choice of fabric.

Logan sets himself to preparing his own meal, removing bread, cheese, and some salted meat from the larder basket. He takes a jar of the fig jam he made the previous week down from the kitchen shelf. This batch is considerably better than the past few he has attempted, though it is still not quite right. If only he could ask Lettie, the palace cook, for her advice. On Logan’s more optimistic days, he believes he will one day have the chance to.

He pours himself a large glass of mead, sinks back down to the floor with food and drink in hand, and then waits. For what, he is never certain. But he has been waiting for something to transpire the more than three years he has lived in this tower. The day Logan stops finding something to hope for will be the day he takes a flying leap from the tower.

Some hours later (it is hard to say how many — his father did not think a clock necessary for his survival) Logan wakes with a start, laying upon the cold stone floor of the kitchen. He notices the bright light spilling in through the tower window, illuminating most of the room. It must be a full moon.

At first uncertain as to what caused him to stir, he registers the distinct rustling of ivy outside the tower window. He assumes Lady Richard to be the culprit but that is not possible as the cat is tucked behind Logan’s knees, fast asleep. The rustling persists.

Logan pushes himself to a seated position (Lady Richard meows in displeasure) and moves to crouch behind the large floral chair that once belonged to his mother. He reasons with himself that it is likely just another cat; possibly a squirrel of some sort. But then there is the darker possibility that his father has determined keeping him alive and hidden is no longer worth the trouble.

The rustling is even louder now, but it is the sound of metal hitting stone that has all his attention. Logan moves from where he crouches into the kitchen in search of a weapon. Father has left him without knives of any sort, so he settles on the heavy cast iron pan, still soiled with the remnants of breakfast. Rather than return to his original hiding spot, Logan moves on bare feet to the book shelf nearest the window. This position unfortunately obscures his view of the tower window.

He listens to the repetitive movements outside; metal hitting stone again and again. Eventually the sound stops and Logan is startled by how calm he feels. His father has always been mercurial — it was only a matter of time before he decided a dead prince was preferable to a hidden one.

The assassin grunts as they first swing one leg and then the other over the window ledge; their heavy boots hitting the stone. They don’t seem concerned with keeping quiet, which is strange. Rather than head immediately for the stairs, and thus his room, the assassin sounds as if they are moving towards the main room.

“What is this place?”

Logan freezes in place at the assassin’s quiet voice. A woman? He was not expecting a woman. She moves further into the room, her back to Logan. He especially did not expect a woman who appears to be a foot shorter than him. The woman continues her exploration of the tower, her head turning this way and that, when her eyes settle on the engraved silver jewelry box set upon the fireplace mantle. He watches as she picks up the jewelry box, inspects it for a moment, and then tucks it into her satchel. She helps herself also to a pair of candlesticks and his pocket compass.

Not quite an assassin, then.

Lady Richard makes herself known by flopping backwards onto the thief’s boot, feet up in the air in invitation. The thief laughs quietly and leans down to scratch the cat’s stomach. “You’re a well-fed thing,” she says. “Where is your owner?”

And Logan would much rather take someone by surprise than be surprised, so he seizes that moment to step out of the shadow.

“Right here,” he says.

In one quick action, the woman reels around to face Logan, a knife he was unaware she wielded clutched tight in her hand. Logan holds up the frying pan. It distracts her for a moment, but only just.

“Who are you?” the woman asks.

“Who are you?”

“I believe I asked first.”

“You are the intruder, which I think places the burden of answering questions firmly upon your shoulders.”

“You live here?”

“Clearly. Shall I repeat my original question: who are you?”

She hesitates. “My horse threw me off a few miles from here. I was looking for assistance.”

“Is that so?”

“You do not believe me?”

“I do not. But I also do not believe you are here to kill me, so that is something.”

“Why would I kill you?”

“Why, indeed.”

“I suppose you saw me steal your jewelry box.”

“I did. The candlesticks, too.”

“And you are okay with this?”

“No, and I do expect their return, but you have bigger concerns.”

“What concerns?”

“Successfully leaving this place alive, for one.”

The woman tenses and she takes a step back. Lady Richard follows, batting at the thief’s boot. “You intend to kill me.”

“No. I do not. But I am afraid you stormed the wrong tower.”

She narrows her eyes. “Who are you, exactly?”

This evening, when Logan sat on that cold stone floor to eat his supper, he had no way of knowing what he was waiting for. Seeing this woman now — this woman who boldly brandishes a knife at him and speaks without fear while so clearly being in the wrong — he makes a decision.

“Perhaps you should look at that jewelry box once more.”

The woman manages to fish out the silver box while still keeping the knife steady and directed at Logan. The top of the box is engraved with a scene of a pond and the requisite flora surrounding it. There’s no way for this woman to know the etching is a perfect rendering of the large pond on the palace grounds.

It is the name engraved upon the box which can hardly escape her notice: Her Majesty, The Queen, Lynette II

“You are a thief, as well?” she asks, though she sounds doubtful.

“I am not.”

“Then how—?”

“The queen is—,” he clears his throat, “—was quite dear to me.”

“How did you know the queen?”

Logan remains silent.

Her eyes return to the box, her thumb tracing over the engraving. She looks back up at him and, perhaps it is the remnants of a long-faded instinct, but Logan draws himself up straight for her inspection. That is when his identity appears to be clear to her.

“It cannot—,” she begins, haltingly. He nods. “Are you the lost prince?”

Logan sighs and lowers the frying pan. Lady Richard accepts it as an invitation and comes over to lick bacon grease from the cast iron. “The lost prince? Is that what they call me?”

“Most of the kingdom believes you dead. Your father increases the reward for your return each year.”

He laughs. “I am sorry, but all my return would garner you is your death.”

“Why is that?”

“Because your good king, my father, does not want me to be found as he is the one who entrapped me here.”

She loses her grip on the jewelry box, but manages to recover the object. Her knife, on the other hand, clatters to the ground. She does not pick it up.

“Is this true?”

“What is more, I believe as soon as my step-mother produces an heir, I will truly be expendable.”

“Why tell me this?”

Logan twirls the frying pan in his hand and sends spatters of cooled bacon grease flying. “As I see it we have two options and limited time to decide: one, you leave me here, and you worry that one of my father’s spies has witnessed your departure and will thus murder you.”

“Option two?”

“Option two is far less likely to succeed.”

He pauses for dramatic effect and she rolls her eyes. “Do go on.”

“Option two, you help me escape, I take my rightful place as ruler, and you will earn far more than any reward my father could offer.”

“What makes you think I can help you?”

“Something tells me a woman who just happened to have the means to scale a 60 foot tower in her satchel has the means to do much more.”

This is already more fun than Logan has had in close to a decade.

“What should I call you?” she asks. “Because I refuse to call you highness.”

“Logan will do. Shall I call you thief?”

She picks up her knife, sheathes it, and extends her hand. He grips hers in return and is overcome by the fact it has been years since he has touched another person.

“Veronica. Mars. And I prefer the term master thief.” Veronica looks down at Lady Richard as she intently licks a spot of grease off her boot. “The cat?”

“The cat comes. Her name is Lady Richard.”

“What say you, Lady Richard,” Veronica says, “ready for an adventure?”

#lvauweek2021 #lv fanfic #vm fanfic #logan echolls #veronica mars #logan x veronica #never stories #otp: the one person #c: logan echolls #c: veronica mars #p: logan x veronica #THEY JUST KEEP GETTING LONGER THIS IS OBSCENE #(hereby banning a ficlet longer than 1000 words tomorrow)#I AM BEING SERIOUS.

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Sub Rosa [58]

xiii. praimfaya

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: angst, mentions of radiation sickness/poisoning, injuries, stitching up wounds.

Summary: the end is near, praimfaya approaches. a last minute plan to go to space leaves your small group scrambling to get ready in time.

a/n: IT’S HERE THE FINALE IS HERE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK BC IT HELPS ME A LOT TO DETERMINE IF THERE IS INTEREST IN SUB ROSA CONTINUING!!! OKAY I LOVE YOU LITTLE MOONS!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

March 21st, 2150; Becca’s Lab; less than 2 hours until Praimfaya

The planning that goes into sending 9 people into space is a lot more intense than you expected. You spend the next couple of hours trying to figure everything out, get the rocket modified, and informing those in the bunker of your plans. Right now, you are in the office with Bellamy, sitting near the radio, talking to Octavia. He just told her everything, down to the smallest of your plans, letting her know exactly what challenges you’re facing, and she seems surprised that you’re even doing this. “Five years. Can you really survive up there?”

“Raven says we can. As soon as it's safe, we'll find a way back down. We will meet again.”

“I'll be waiting…” She pauses, giving the moment a dramatic effect before finishing, “Under the floor.”

“You're not that little girl anymore.” He sits back, waiting for her response, met with nothing but silence. He glances at you and then over to the radio, his brotherly instincts kicking in. “What is it, O?”

“I'm not sure I'm up for this, Bell. They look at me like I know what I'm doing, just because I won a fight.”

“They look at you like that because you saved them, but it won't last. Now you have to lead.”

“How? I'm not a leader. It should be you or one of the twins or-”

He cuts her off, nipping the insecurity in the bud. “O, stop. None of us could've done what you did, and it wasn't just winning a fight. You gave people hope when there was none. You're Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and giving it back to the human race.”

You smile at your history nerd, proud of his metaphor, and Octavia jokes, “Prometheus got chained to a rock so that eagles could eat his liver.”

“Thanks for ruining my metaphor, O.”

You and Bellamy laugh, and you can hear Octavia laughing on the other end before she gets serious again. “I love you, big brother. Guess it takes the end of the world for me to say it.”

He drops his head, and you can see him fighting back tears, after weeks of desperately wanting to hear the words from his little sister. “I love you, too.”

He lets go of the button, and a static that wasn't there before comes through, growing louder and quieter every few seconds. Bellamy looks at the radio in confusion, and then fear, as he questions, “O? Hey, O, are you there?”

When she doesn't answer, he fiddles with the dials, and you stand from your chair nearby and come to settle beside him on the couch, placing your hand on his thigh as he repeats, “Are you there, O?”

When nothing comes through, he drops his head again, the tears threatening to fall, before he pushes them away and whispers, “May we meet again.”

You echo, “May we meet again.”

The door to the office opens and Clarke steps inside, looking happy, blissfully unaware that the radio cut out before you could talk to your mom. She smiles at you, “Hey, do they have her?”

“The radio's dead, we won't get to say goodbye to mom.”

Her face falls at your words and you stand and walk over to her, pulling her into a hug as she starts to cry. You comfort her, feeling your own wash of sadness, and you feel Bellamy place his hand on your shoulder, allowing you to draw strength from him. The moment doesn't last for long though, because Murphy yells from down in the lab, “Twins of Terror, Bellamy, get down here!”

You all run out of the office and down the stairs into the lab, stopping beside the others to watch the giant screens in front of you. One of Becca’s drones is situated outside of Polis, filming the tower, and in the background you can see Praimfaya approaching, the large, fiery death wave barreling towards the tower. You reach out and grab Bellamy’s and Clarke’s hands, all three of you connected as you watch the death wave cover the tower, before it knocks out the drone itself, ending the signal.

Your stomach drops as the transmission ends, aware that now, all 9 of you are well and truly alone, with no help or assistance coming from your friends and family. Raven stares at the blank screen, her voice a horrified whisper. “It's 210 miles from Polis to the island. According to what was our last drone, the wave is accelerating.”

This new challenge hits her, making her think, and she starts to whisper a list of things that need to be done for this mission to be successful. “If we're not off the ground at least 20 minutes before it hits, the electromagnetic charge in the pyroclastic cloud will shut down the rocket's avionics, meaning it won't fly. That gives us 90 minutes to run a 6 hour preflight check, retrieve the oxygen generator from the lighthouse, turn a cockpit designed for two into one that can carry 9, and load the cargo hold with enough food to keep us from starving in space while we wait for algae to bloom.”

Murphy quips, “I thought you said it was gonna be hard.”

“That's not the hard part. Becca designed her rocket to dock with Polaris, not the Ark. That means I have to pilot it into the hangar bay on the ring.”

Harper looks towards Raven, shaking her head in confusion. “What's so hard about that?”

“That's not the hard part, either.”

Clarke starts to grow exasperated and she looks over at Raven. “What is the hard part, Raven?”

“Assuming we blast off in time, CO2 scrubbers on a two person rocket won't support 9 of us.”

You shrug, “So, we use supplemental oxygen.”

Monty informs you, and the group, what makes that a challenge. “Our tanks only hold an hour of air.”

“Correct. We'll have one hour to get into orbit, land in the hangar bay, and fire up the life support system using an oxygen generator built to supply a lighthouse bachelor pad.”

Murphy looks over at Raven and deadpans, “You suck at talking people into things. You know that, right?”

“Anyone here still need to be talked into this?” Bellamy looks around at everyone, waiting for each of you to shake your head no before he looks at Raven. “Good. Now we know the many ways we might die today, why don't you tell us what we have to do to live?”

Raven turns to the monitor and pulls up a 90 minute timer for all of you to keep an eye on, before she starts to hand out assignments. “Monty and Murphy, I need the two of you to go to the lighthouse bunker and get the oxygen generator.”

She hands them the tools they’ll need and the two boys nod and quickly begin their journey. Raven turns to Harper, Emori, and Echo. “I need you three to help me get the rocket ready, run the preflight check, and pack up the food.”

They nod, awaiting further instruction, before she turns and looks over at you, Bellamy, and Clarke. “I need you to go over the plans again, thoroughly, and make sure all the calculations are correct. Otherwise, this is all for nothing. Everything is up top on the next level of the lab.”

She points you to where you need to go, and all three of you immediately head there and start to comb over the plans, schematics, and data laid out before you, ensuring everything seems correct. You’ve run through it at least three times before Bellamy gets distracted, and walks away from the table, looking out over the lab, over to where the others are preparing the rocket. You look over at him, watching him, as Clarke begins again. “So, let's go over this again. I figure two months until the algae farm produces enough food to feed us. If we ration the MREs, we should get there.”

She looks over at you and Bellamy, realizing you’re not listening, and she sighs. “I’m going to take a break. Be back in a few.”

You nod and watch as she heads towards the stairs into the main part of the lab, and you walk over to where Bellamy is standing at the railing, nervously tapping his fingers. When he sees you approach, he smiles, and shakes his head in disbelief. “Grounders in space, it's an oxymoron.”

“It was the only choice.” You smile and shrug, “Only choice, also an oxymoron, by the way.”

He turns towards you, eyes anxiously scanning over you, the way he seems to do every hour since you coughed up blood in the snow. He runs his hand over the top of your head, to the sweat gathered there, and pulls a face. “So is cold sweat. I’m still holding out hope for that Nightblood solution.”

“Seems like there was never any solution. I guess Alie was right about that.”

“Hey, Our fight isn't over, not yet.”

You shrug again, thinking of your mom’s vision that she seems so convinced of. Clarke seems to feel the same way, because every mention of it leaves her worried. “My mom had a vision of me and Clarke dying, apparently just like the one Raven had that told her there was a rocket here.”

“It is not the same thing.”

“Maybe not. But they were both EMP'd.”

“Abby will be fine, Raven told her how to stop it.”

You shake your head, Bellamy still not understanding. Maybe you’ve evaded Death too many times before and this really is it. If it is, not many people get the chance to say goodbye to the love of their life, and you’re starting to feel like you should take this rare opportunity and remind him how you feel. “That's not what I'm talking about. If anything happens to me-”

He immediately cuts you off, not wanting to hear this conversation. “Nothing is happening to you.”

He tries to walk away, deflecting, distracting, motioning towards the charts on the table. “Come on, let's run these water numbers again.”

You reach out and grab his hand, your voice and expression pleading. “Please, Bellamy, I need you to hear this.”

You wait and he nods, letting you know he’ll give you this one goodbye. You take a deep breath and begin, “You and I have been through a lot together. The moment I met you in the halls of the Ark, I thought you were an asshole. That didn't change once we got to the ground, but somehow, someway, I found myself hating you less and less with each passing day. I never would have thought that the guy that threatened me my first day on the ground would turn out to be the love of my life, but I’m so glad you are. I’m so thankful for every second that I’ve gotten to spend with you. I have loved seeing you grow from a selfish asshole into a caring leader, always willing to do anything to save his people. I trust you, I trust your heart, I trust your decisions. The only thing I ask, is that you watch your emotions, check on how you feel. Sometimes your heart rules you, my stormy love, and you make rash decisions based on how you feel. Step back, evaluate everything, and do what’s best for everyone. That’s how we’ll survive, that’s how we’ll deserve to survive.”

Tears well up in his eyes as you talk to him, eventually spilling down his cheeks as you say what might be your last goodbye. He pulls you towards him, into a kiss, pushing his feelings into it. You feel his wet tears graze your cheeks as he reminds you of his love for you, making sure you never forget that you have his heart and that he’s better for it. When he pulls away, you realize that you’re now crying too, suddenly faced with the idea that you don't want to die, you don't want to be without him. But sometimes, these things lie in the lap of the gods, and you can't control it. If Death is coming for the Bringer of Death, then so be it.

Unfortunately, a soft moment can never stay a soft moment on the ground, because chaos always strikes at some point. This moment is no exception, as a giant zapping sound comes from inside the rocket, followed by Raven’s loud cry of anger. You and Bellamy turn to look at the rocket in alarm before you run down the stairs, meeting up with Clarke at the bottom before you run over to the rocket and peek inside, looking down at Raven who is waving smoke away from her head. “Raven, what is it?”

“Oh, there isn't enough time. We're pushing too hard.”

Bellamy shakes his head, giving her a concerned look. “What's happening?”

She ignores him and calls out, “Computer, systems check.”

“Launch system...optimal. Navigation system...optimal. Life support system...assessing damage.”

Raven waves off the worry she sees crossing your faces. “It's okay, we're using supplemental, anyway.”

“All life support systems are offline.”

She nods, holding a finger up at the three of you. “Just wait, two more.”

“Landing system...optimal. Communication system...assessing damage.” She drops her head, looking slightly worried as she awaits the verdict. “All communication systems are offline.”

“Recommend repair options for communication system.”

Harper looks her way, not understanding your pilot’s worry. “Who cares? There's no one to talk to, anyway.”

“Quiet.”

“Damage is beyond repair. Total system replacement required.”

Raven sits frozen in place, staring off into the distance, and Bellamy looks at her, concerned. “Talk to us, Raven.”

“We're not going anywhere.” She looks over at the fried panel, before she storms out of the rocket, yelling at the computer as she leaves, “Computer, terminate launch sequence.”

You, Bellamy, and Clarke exchange a worried look before you all hurry after her, and Harper, Emori, and Echo join you as you come to a stop around Raven. She’s staring down at a tablet in her hand, and you try to get her attention. “Raven, explain.”

“It's simple, there's no power in the ring. Two minutes ago, I thought it wasn't a problem because I could activate it remotely.”

Clarke nods her head, starting to understand. “Over the rocket's comms system.”

Bellamy shrugs, and tries to offer a solution, “So we turn the power on from the inside. “

“We can't get inside, that's the point. Without power, we can't even open the hangar door.”

Clarke steps closer to her, trying to diffuse the situation. “Raven, think. You've solved bigger problems than this before.”

“Oh, yeah, not in 53 minutes.”

“Raven-”

She cuts her off, plopping down onto the stairs to the rocket with defeat. “It's over, Clarke! You know, maybe if I still had Alie's code eating away at my brain, I could figure it out. I'm not smart enough myself.”

Clarke turns around, looking lost at what to say, and you all turn to Bellamy, knowing he’s the best at pep talks. He accepts the role and sits down beside Raven, his voice soft. “Raven, you can do this. How many times have you saved our asses before you ever even heard of Alie?”

“Too many to count.”

“You're damn right. We don't need Alie on the Ark, we need you.” Something about his words stop her falling tears, and she stares at him, clearly working through something in her head. “What?”

She jumps up very suddenly, pacing around your small group. “Alie was on the Ark, Alie was on the Ark! I was right there, so close to the kill switch, but she got away by transmitting herself to the ring.”

Emori nods, remembering. “Using the pod in the temple.”

“Yes! If she can do it, so can we.”

You look at her, not sure how she expects to get to the pod in the temple. “Raven, we'll never make it back to Polis on time, and the radios are dead.”

“We have something better than radios: the satellite tower.” She turns and points to Echo, Emori, and Harper. “You three, back in the cockpit, finish those restraints.”

They immediately follow her directions and climb back into the rocket, and she turns to you, Clarke, and Bellamy. “You three, helmets on. You're with me.”

She starts to walk away, but she remembers there's one last thing to do first. “Computer, resume launch sequence!”

“Resuming launch sequence.”

She grabs her helmet and the three of you grab yours, following her out of the lab and to the surface, her tablet still in hand, and she stops outside in the snow, pointing to the tower in the distance. “The tower's less than a mile away. All you have to do is plug this into the junction box at the base of the tower. Sat-Star-One is the name of the dish.”

She hands the tablet to Clarke, and you repeat back, “Sat-Star-One.”

“Everything is set. Once the tablet is connected, the dish will align itself with the Ark. The graphic will flash green, and that's how you know it's locked on. When it says 'send', you hit send, and the power up signal will turn on the lights, and that's it. Are there any questions?”

She finishes her instruction with a smile, leaving the three of you a little unsettled given the gravity of the situation. “Yeah, why are you smiling?”

“Because without comms, even with the power on, we still can't open the hangar bay door from inside the rocket.”

Bellamy shakes his head, his helmet shifting slightly from the movement. “Wait. How is that a good thing?”

Clarke connects the dots first. “She gets to take her space walk.”

Movement behind Raven pulls all of your eyes in that direction, watching as an orange suited figure climbs over the snow and runs towards you, struggling with a large machine part in their hands. You all run towards them, recognizing Murphy, who puts the machine down at your feet as you look around for the other man he was with. “Murphy, where's Monty?”

Murphy glances up at Bellamy, struggling to catch his breath. “He's in trouble, he had to expose his hands. He passed out. If we go back now, we can get to him.”

Bellamy looks over at you, expression worried and Murphy quips, “You can be impressed with me later, we gotta go.”

Raven picks up on the indecision in the group, turning to tell Bellamy, “Aligning the dish is a two person job at best, the twins can handle it. Harper will help me with the generator. Go!”

They start to run off, the ticking countdown making all of you too anxious and too eager. You call out to Bellamy before he gets too far, “Bellamy-”

He spins around, practically buzzing with nervous energy. “If this is one of those moments where you tell me to stop and think-”

You cut him off, “No, I was just gonna say, hurry. And that I love you.”

The words never fail to soften him, and ease some of his anxiety. “I love you more than the stars. See you in a few.”

You nod and he turns and runs into the woods, following Murphy, and you watch them until they’re out of sight as Raven hands Clarke a pack. “Monty's pack, everything's inside. It's gonna take you a good 10 minutes to get back from the tower and down to the cockpit. You have to leave that tower with 10 minutes on the clock or you'll both be left behind.”

Clarke tries to hide the anxiety in her voice, but fails as she checks her timer and sees 25 minutes on the countdown. “Ten minutes, we got this.”

You give Raven one last look, “Any last advice?”

“Yeah, run fast.”

And that’s all she has to say to push you and Clarke into gear. The two of you take off running towards the tower, ignoring the struggle of running in the snow in clunky suits. You can feel your earlier radiation poisoning wanting to slow you down, but you ignore it, determined to make it there and back in time. Your path takes you to the top of a small hill, the tower just at the bottom of it, and you lift your timer to check the time. “Eleven minutes.”

You and Clarke exchange a worried look before you scramble down the small hill to the panel of the tower, and you pull it open while Clarke grabs the tablet from the pack. You scan the names, looking for the right one, excited when you see it. “Sat-Star-One!”

You point to the right outlet and she plugs the cord in, both of you looking towards the tablet with excitement. But your excitement turns to frustration when the computer beeps, “Dish not aligned. Dish not aligned.”

“What did we do wrong?!”

“I don't know, radio for help!”

Clarke grabs the radio from the pack and frantically calls out, “Raven, please say that you can hear me. Something went wrong. We did everything you said, but it wouldn't-” Something on the door of the panel catches her eye and she reads outloud, “Manual operation? You've got to be kidding me.”

You both look up the tower, to the very top, where the dish is situated, before you exchange a look, knowing what you have to do. When you check the time on your countdown, it’s ten minutes on the dot. If both of you want to survive, you have to leave now. But if you leave now, you’ll all die in space, unable to get in the Ark. Clarke pushes the radio into your hand and starts to unplug the tablet, “Get back to the rocket, I’ll meet you there.”

“No, I’m not leaving you!”

“If you don’t, you’ll die!”

You grab her hand, holding her in place. “Mom’s vision had both of us dying. If this is it, then this is it. No avoiding it now. Stronger together.”

“Stronger together.” She repeats it back to you, accepting this, before she moves over to the ladder and starts to climb. Before you follow her, you lift the radio. “Bellamy...if you can hear me, don't wait. I love you, so so much.”

You run over to the ladder and start to climb up behind your twin, watching as you climb higher and higher. Each rung that brings you higher into the sky brings you a better glimpse of the approaching death wave, growing more terrifying the higher you get. Each time your arms move to pull you higher, you get a glimpse of the countdown, and when you’re halfway up, you whisper, “Oso gonplei ste odon.”

Our fight is over. Finally, the two of you reach the top, just as the timer on your wrist starts to beep, signaling that you’re out of time. Less than a minute later, you hear a sound tearing through the air, followed closely by the rocket, launching into the sky. You and Clarke both watch it, left behind, and you feel emotion start to grab you and choke you. Clarke reaches out and squeezes your hand, reminding you, “They’re not safe yet. Not until we get the power on.”

You nod and turn towards the control panel, watching as Clarke plugs in the tablet again, the computer repeating, “Dish not aligned. Dish not aligned.”

Clarke smacks the side of the panel, growing frustrated, “Come on, turn!”

She looks up at the dish, and you catch onto her line of thinking, already reaching towards the ladder that will take you up to the satellite. “Tell me where to go, Clarke!”

You climb up to the dish and start to pull it towards you, the satellite pointing into the sky. You hear it make a clicking sound, and you look down at Clarke, who calls out, “Good, now push it forward!”

You do as she says, pushing the satellite forward, pointing it towards the ground, until you hear another click. You look down for more direction, and she yells, “Pull it back again!”

You pull it back again, using all of your strength to get it as far back as possible, until you hear the third and final click. When you look down at Clarke, she screams, “Yes! Dish aligned!”

You lower yourself back down to her, just as she hits the send button. The two of you watch the green bar load, the message taking an agonizingly long time to send, until finally it goes through, a small little message popping up in the corner. “Sent!”

Both of you hug the best you can given the suits still on your body, pulling away when you realize the growing roar of something fast approaching. You look out towards the sky again, the death wave now horrifyingly close, and the two of you exchange a terrified look before Clarke yells, “Go, go, go!”

The two of you scramble down the ladder faster than you thought was humanly possible, running and stumbling through the snow, trying to escape Praimfaya, which seems to stay right at your backs. As you near the lab, the death wave roaring right behind you, Clarke stumbles and falls, the distinct sound of breaking glass heard as she hits the ground. You reach out for her and grab her, and at the same time she tries to jump to her feet, causing the two of you to collide in an awkward way, the broken glass of her helmet tearing into the left suit of your arm. You let out a cry of pain, the glass cutting into your skin, before both of you clamp a hand over your exposed areas and take off running again, nearly at the door to the lab.

The death wave seems to overtake you both as you reach the door, and Clarke pulls it open, stumbling inside. You run in after her, pulling the door closed, both of you slipping and sliding inside on wet, snowy shoes. Clarke stumbles to the table you were running numbers at less than two hours earlier, and she tugs off her helmet, instantly coughing up blood. Her face is covered in lesions, red and angry, and she stumbles once, before falling to the ground, unconscious. You run over to her and try to lift her, but the movement tugs on your arm, forcing you to cry out in pain. You check and make sure Clarke’s still breathing before you do anything else, and once you’re sure she’s still alive, you pull yourself from your suit, screaming as the suit takes some of your skin with it.

The cut on your arm definitely needs stitches, black blood dripping from the wound and running over the lesions on your arm, and you fumble around for a first aid kit, already feeling weak and sick. You sob with pain the entire time you stitch up your arm, doing the best you can as the stitches tug and pull on the fragile skin. Finally, once the wound is closed, the last bit of your energy spent, you lay back on the ground beside Clarke, lightheaded from radiation, blood loss, and pain. And as unconsciousness creeps up on you slowly, reaching out to drag you under, you look up at the ceiling, imagining the sky above, the Ark floating across it. Just as the darkness starts to take you, you whisper, “In this lifetime, and in the next.”

Somewhere in the sky, swimming amongst the stars, Bellamy Blake stands in the viewing window of the Ark, staring down at the Earth below, covered in a toxic death wave. Tears fall down his face, thinking of the love of his life, swallowed whole by radiation, and he chokes out, “Forever.”

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theladysexpistol · 4 years

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100 follower celebration part 2!!

Manifest (Okuyasu x fem!reader)

I’m so sorry for not filling out requests as fast, but I really wanted to finish these for everybody! Hope you guys like this one, too!!

Fic under cut again for length, totally SFW.

Summary: Okuyasu is over the moon as you are finally able to take your newborn daughter home with the two of you; but it brings out all the concerns he’s been silently agonizing over, too. Luckily, he’s got you.

“Oh, baby no!” You exclaimed.

The literal baby in your arms, your daughter who was nearly two weeks old, wasn’t disturbed at all by your cries as she reached into the bag you were carrying slung over your arm. There were a myriad of things she could probably grab a hold of that might hurt her - your keys, your wallet, lipstick, jewelry - and you adjusted the baby in your arms once again to try and keep her away. Babies were supposed to be timid when they were finally brought home, but your daughter seemed to already be taking directly after her father, active and unable to sit still.

Perhaps you were overacting just a bit, but who would blame you? You were newly a mother, after all. The thought of anything happening to your baby frightened you. Could lipstick really hurt a baby? Probably not, but you weren’t interested in taking that chance. You could try holding her without the arm the bag was on; if you were crazy enough to entertain the idea of carrying your daughter with only one hand!

“[Y/N]! What is it?!” The voice of the other most important person in your life rang out from the other side of the car, and you sighed, but couldn’t help the smile that appeared. If you were overreacting, then you couldn’t even imagine what they’d call his reactions over your newborn daughter. Okuyasu appeared from around the trunk of the car, where he was unloading more things to be brought inside for her. There was a big box lifted over one shoulder, and a high chair looped on his other arm. The sight of it made your heart melt as the sight of him usually did, but you also berated yourself for the umpteenth time that you had overlooked buying a high chair for her in the months leading up to her birth.

“Nothing, Oku,” you replied, adjusting the baby in your arms once more. “She just keeps reaching for the bag. I don’t know what to do-“

Before you could even finish explaining, Okuyasu had yanked the bag off your arm and added it to his load. “I got it!”

“Wait, why don’t you have Josuke carry something, I don’t want you to get hurt!”

But you watched with indignation as he merrily carried everything into your home by himself.

“He never learns, eh?” The aforementioned, best friend of your husband, Josuke, said as he came around from the trunk, also carrying a box over his shoulder but admittedly much smaller than the one Okuyasu had taken.

“Why didn’t you offer to take the bag?” You were half-teasing, but also you kind of weren’t.

“Are you kidding? Okuyasu would kill me if I offered you any help. He’s been that way since you two started dating. You know this.”

The way he smiled at you, well, you could never stay mad at either of the two of them. They were practically attached at the hip, the two of them. You’d gotten used to seeing Josuke around fairly quickly. And he was there for every part of your relationship with Okuyasu; he’d been the one to encourage Okuyasu to ask you out, helped him when you two fought, and was the first one to know even before family when you found out you were having a baby. And as soon as he met her, your daughter had wrapped up her uncle around her fingers just as easily as she had her father.

You held the door for him as you and Josuke made your way inside your house, where Okuyasu was waiting, beaming, and luckily nothing broken as far as you could tell. As soon as you crossed the threshold of the door he’d plucked the baby out of your arms and slid the bag back onto your arm, leaving you speechless for a moment before mockingly putting your hands on your hips. As soon as her father had her in his arms, your daughter lit up, smiling and giggling and moving her arms around as he kissed her beautiful little forehead.

“I knew this would happen!” You feigned frustration. “He’d forget about me as soon as we brought her home!”

Josuke chuckled. “You three make quite the little family. Well, I’ll help take this stuff to her nursery, and then I’ll call Koichi and Yukako to see when they’re going to get here.”

You thanked him and watched Josuke carry - safely - one box at a time, before your attention went back over to the love of your life and the precious bundle he was cooing at. The sight of it sent an electric warmth surging through your body, and you felt yourself tearing up; it was everything you could have ever asked for. Finally, you approached him and put your arms around Okuyasu’s torso, catching his attention just long enough to plant a kiss on him.

“She’s home. It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes of course,” he said a bit oddly, drawing an eye raise from you.

“It sounds like there’s a but at the end of that?”

“No there isn’t! I don’t regret a single thing!” He exclaimed, a little too forcefully for your liking.

“Okuyasu!” You snapped his full name, something that you only did when upset with him. “Tell me what’s wrong!”

The thought had never crossed your mind before, but was it possible he could have gotten cold feet? He was there for you, every step of the way through your pregnancy. You thought your daughter had charmed her father completely. Had you read it all wrong?

Okuyasu sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. “I’m really not all that smart, you know that, [Y/N]? You’re the smart one.”

This self-deprecation of his was commonplace, and you felt as though you knew what would be coming next. You slid your hand over his back, anything to assure him you were there and you were listening. Just as always. He said he was the stupid one, but how could you be so dumb to jump to such radical conclusions?

“What if... if I’m a terrible father?” He said finally, sitting down on the chair behind the three of you. You could see as his grip tightened around the swaddled baby in his arms. Not tight enough to bother her, but tight enough for you to visibly see the tension that was in his body.

“Oku, you won’t be a terrible father,” you replied gently.

“How do you know that? I’m not smart at all, and I barely remember my mom, and the only things I remember about my dad’s parenting is how much he used to hit me. Keicho raised me since I was five and well, you know how that went.”

His expression had completely fallen by now, from how bright his eyes had lit up when holding your daughter. You could feel your heart sink a little in your chest for him. Okuyasu, who was never afraid of anything, was very scared at failing as a father.

“I’m not perfect,” you started slowly, raising a hand to brush over his cheek soothingly. “I’m only human. I’m going to make mistakes as a mother too. But we’ll have each other, Oku, the whole way.”

“What if she develops a Stand?” He asked, suddenly looking you directly in the eyes. You could tell the thought had been tormenting him; he had just been really good at hiding it. “That will obviously be my fault. How will I be able to protect her if that happens?”

You brushed your fingers slowly over his shoulder and along the back of his neck, a small smirk playing on your face. “Well, her daddy’s the strongest Stand user I know.”

You pridefully beamed when you saw a blush making its way onto Okuyasu’s face. He adorably bit his lip in defiance. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Well I suppose then her Uncle Josuke isn’t bad either,” you added, poking him in the side. “We’ll figure it out, together. You don’t have to worry, Okuyasu, because you’ll never have to do these things alone. It won’t be easy, raising our daughter, but I promise you that I’ll be there to support you every step of the way, okay?”

You leaned over to give him another, very gentle kiss as the bundle in his arms cooed softly, as if knowing her parents were stressing over her. In response, Okuyasu’s arm wrapped around you and he pulled you in a little closer, comforted more by your presence than by your words. You knew it, because you knew him. It seemed to have worked though, as his shoulders relaxed, tension in his muscles slowly melting away under your touch.

“All right you two,” Josuke’s voice interrupted the very intimate moment between the three of you. “Enough fooling around. You’ll get all the time you want together later, after I leave, so I was expecting some help while I’m moving your things-“

You looked up to see Josuke turning the corner with more boxes in his hand for just a moment, before he tripped on something underfoot and immediately fell on his ass and the things in his hand went flying.

Okuyasu’s arm around your waist tightened instinctively, and you watched as the expression on his face became blank, but focused. You couldn’t see The Hand - you couldn’t see Stands at all, only knew they were there - but knew in the way his face changed, and the way the boxes suddenly flew toward the two of you and gently floated to the ground, that he had summoned his Stand. You let out a sigh of relief as you stood up and went over to Josuke to make sure he was okay, helping him to his feet as you laughed.

“Nice reaction on that one, Okuyasu,” Josuke chuckled, but looked over toward his best friend when he didn’t reply. “Okuyasu?”

You followed his gaze over toward him, where Okuyasu was still holding your daughter. His face was trained on hers, while her tiny face was staring at the boxes. More accurately, at the shimmering presence that was above them.

“She’s staring directly at The Hand,” Josuke told you. “She can see his Stand.”

“Only Stand users can see another Stand,” Okuyasu repeated reflexively, like it was something he was programmed to say.

You looked between the two stunned Stand users and your daughter, who’s gentle expression showed she wasn’t frightened of The Hand at all. Of course she wouldn’t be; it was the manifestation of her father’s soul. It was a part of Okuyasu.

“Well, that’s one question answered, I suppose,” you couldn’t help but laugh a little, and your laughter eased the tension that had built up in the room. “Looks like you boys’ll be busy when her Stand manifests.”

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themowrites · 3 years

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One-Shot: Everything Works Out In The End.

+ I would like to thank the anon for giving me the opportunity of bringing his/her PROMPT to life; I hope I executed it properly. Thank you again and readers enjoy! Constructive and Positive feedback is always welcomed. -Mo

“You got me treading on the water. Because I've never learned to swim. And now I know that it's all over. I better learn to start again.” –Kodaline (Everything Works Out In The End).

Mercedes looked over at Samuel as he slept peacefully beside her naked frame, she watched slowly as his chest rose and fell and she shifted gently. Turning her body to face his, trying her best not to disturb him during his peaceful slumber. She’d be leaving for LA in a day and he had managed to convince her to do the unthinkable. She pulled the covers up, a cold night’s chill rushing over her as she laid their bear with him and she managed to pull her herself out of her head long enough to lay her head there. Hazelnut skin pressed against his perfect chiseled chest as she inhaled his scent deeply, what if she never got to relish in this exact moment again. The sex was something, but with or without it, she’d still long for the man as she departed across what felt like the highest mountains and lowest of seas. But she had to follow her dreams, right? She asked herself would it be worth it, as she drew tiny hearts across his skin sadly.

“What are you doing?” Samuel’s gruff voice spoke, a smirk sporting his thick pink lips as he opened his eyes looking down at Mercedes. Her hair was a mess of curls that had fallen and sweated out, however, in this lighting as the moon danced across her skin, she’d never looked so beautiful to him. He grabbed her hand, stopping her motion and he pecked the back of it tenderly before he said “I thought you were asleep…”

His eyes rolled back shut tiredly, as his other hand stroked her head of hair idly. Mercedes head leaned upwards as she looked to him. “Writing I love you across your skin” she answered honestly, not matter how it may how sound leaving her lips. At his next remark she shifted, looking at the window where the moon glowed. “I can’t sleep” she breathed to him; she should’ve been able to after all. He had, had her locked away in his room all evening; losing her virginity had been a full-time job. Or a lesson, depends on who you asked out of the two. He’d done all the work and yet she was still able to please him as he’d done her. That was once she got over the initial shock and uncomfortable adjustment to a size, she didn’t quite picture this entire time. She licked her plump lips at that and looked back at him.

Samuel smirked; his forehead managed to crease between his brows as he asked himself why she was doing that subconsciously. “You should get some rest” he reasoned as he shifted wrapping her up in his long arms. “You have so much to do…” he reminded her, his hand resting on the small of her back, drawing circles there. His eyes never opened though he was watching her no doubt, his chest was pressed against her ample bosom and he wouldn’t deny how incredible that felt. He finally opened his eyes again and looked to her “what’s on your mind?” he asked her knowingly, the words left him just as he left a kiss on her lips. Drawing back to look into her almond orbs, “you can tell me anything” he said softly, green eyes piercing hers.

As he shifted his long body, pulling her closer to him, his arms pressed fluff against muscle mass. She closed her eyes for a moment as he reminded her yet again about her new phase in life. Heartbreakingly she opened her eyes to stare into his, this time they were glossy, and she said “I don’t want to leave you” her chine quivered only a little as she closed her eyes again. Hugging him back tightly she fell quiet.

As she confessed her true feelings, he nodded his head at her, he hadn’t thought of her move as a negative thing. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he selfishly let her stay, only to waste a dream as big as hers away. He needed her to go to LA, not just for herself, but for him. He wouldn’t be any prouder unless he had the opportunity to fly the plane himself. “You know I love you” he said against her skin as he pecked her forehead “and I’ll do anything for you” he added pecking her forehead again. “And that means sacrifice” he told her sternly. “It’s going to hurt like hell being apart, but you have to do this, it’s your destiny” he reasoned. He kissed her forehead again, lips lingering there for a while as his eyes closed “we will get through this” he said confidently. “It’ll work out, you’ll see” he sighed heavily as he opened his eyes again to look at her.

Mercedes nodded her head against him sadly, she bit down on her bottom lip as her warm tears spilled anyway. As he went on, just making the idea of being away from him harder she sniffled. She continued to nod her head at him, maybe if she kept repeating his words her heart would eventually catch up with her head and she’d convince herself that it would be fine as well. “Okay” she said in a shaky voice in response to him. Words had left her, she knew it would hurt, because it was killing the hell out of her already. She nodded her head again for good measure as she sucked her tears up, wiping them away slowly.

Samuel’s thumb swiped against her skin gently, he’d never like to see her in this light. What man wanted to watch the woman he loved cry? As she finally replied he nodded his head saying “okay” back to her sweetly as his lips met hers in a feverish kiss. His lips parted only ever so slightly so that their tongues could meet with each other again. They’d been apart for too long and the blonde had realized that now. He needed to remind her body and soul, just what they had and why no amount of distance in the World could separate them truly. They were soulmates, destined for a life full of happiness and lifelong memories. He was hers, as long as she were his. And only God could take that away. His hard body shifted against the bed as he positioned himself above her now, moaning deeply into their kiss ever more as her delicate hand slid its way up to his face to cup it lovingly. Oh, how he adored the way, her hand felt resting over his heart, it would be death they’d part.

“Thank you so much for picking me up at the last minute” Mercedes said to Mike as she closed the door to the backseat of his sedan. She looked down at her little boy Cameron safely fastened in his car seat, she kissed his head of hair and looked towards her old friend again. “Something came up and my mother totally forgot about us here at the airport” she finished as she placed her seatbelt on herself.

“It was no problem at all, I didn’t know if you were actually going to come into town or not. Glad you did decide to” he smiled sweetly. “I got to see little Cameron again so that’s a plus” he chuckled as he drove down the road. “So where do I need to go first?” he asked her curiously. “You know… everyone is uh… meeting up” he paused looking at his watch for a minute “at the diner at around 5 pm today” he told her looking back at her and the curly haired little boy in his backseat. He didn’t know how things were doing to go, he was in the middle of all of this and truthfully it was hard to lie to his dearest friend. Though he guessed it wasn’t a lie if the topic wasn’t actually spoken about publicly. However, he still felt terribly bad for Samuel’s sake.

“I decided at the last minute. Cameron is so young you know” she told her friend. “I haven’t really traveled with him like this before, mother always came to us” she said looking back down at the tired child once more. “But it’ll be fun to catch up and see everyone, it’s been what? Almost two years?” she sighed. “My mother’s house, I’ll be staying there. I opted out of a hotel” she acknowledged. “I just” she sighed heavily to the man shaking her head, “I uh, I don’t know Mike. I have so much guilt weighing on me it’s hard to think or breathe most days…” she actually confessed to him for a change.

Mike continued to carry them down the road in the vehicle and he licked his lips slowly listening to her. He got it, lapsed judgement and scare caused her to lie to the man, break off their relationship, and hide his only child from him for the last how many months? He could understand her desire to protect everyone in the situation at all cost, but he also understood the negative impact it had on her life no matter what she was trying to accomplish in all of this. He didn’t really see how it would be possible for someone to attempt to hide a child, but he intended on honoring wishes to his fullest ability. “Listen” the man spoke confidently “you are a lot of things, a big character” he chuckled lightening the mood. “However, everyone knows your heart ‘Cedes” he breathed “if it’s becoming too much lessen the burden, release it to the wind” he said poetically. “Tell him, Samuel knows your heart better than we all do. He would have to understand exactly what you were trying to achieve; don’t you think?” he asked her though he didn’t really believe that statement himself, he’d be livid if the love or his life or past love had done this very thing to him.

Mercedes looked up at her friend, watching the back of his head as he spoke. At one point of time, she looked away and out of the window as she offered Cameron her hand to play with as he sat there. She nodded her head despite the man being incapable of seeing her, she didn’t know. All of this happened to be overwhelming and confusing at times. “You are right” she finally offered to him after a while of going over the thoughts and things he just said in her own head. “Thanks again Mike.”

Mike walked into the diner that they were all supposed to meet up at mutually, 5 pm on the dot. He asked the hostess for the party’s location and happily traveled towards the table. He saw Samuel, Artie, Blaine, Kurt, and Jake at the table chatting among themselves. They were early to the reunion or perhaps on time, which was unexpected in his opinion, but he greeted them all casually and grabbed himself a seat. “How is it going?” he asked them all mutually. “I expected to be one of the first ones” he said with a smirk as he made himself comfortable sitting on Samuel’s right.

Jake looked at Mike offering the man a simple head nod, “we all kind of hitched rides with each other” he chuckled lightly.

“We didn’t expect to be on time either ole pal” Samuel said with a goofy grin.

“Well, we don’t get to do this often, so, you know” Artie said with a shrug “it’s worth being on time for” he said with a smile. “The whole gang is back, give or take a few….”

“Agreed” Mike said gesturing to Artie with his pointer finger. “This should be a fun gathering…”

“What held you up anyway?” Samuel asked Mike turning his head towards him, once the thought occurred finally.

“Ah, I had some errands to run” Mike said to Samuel, “had to swing by the airport and stuff” he told the man without much thought.

Samuel nodded his head and said, “oh yeah, who did you pick up?” curiously as he picked up his glass and took a sip of his drink.

“You actually would never guess it” Mike said to the man with a small smirk. He opened his mouth to respond to him the best way he knew how, however he was interrupted by their server.

“Hi there” the woman said to Mike “what could I get you to drink this evening?” she asked as she grabbed her guest check pad and pen from her apron.

“Hello” Mike told the woman and he looked down at the menu for a moment before he went with his gut and ordered a “root beer” he spoke. “Have you all ordered?” he asked the guys.

“Not yet, we were waiting on everyone” Kurt said “we did order a few starters” he admitted.

“Well in that case, just the root beer” Mike said smiling to the woman.

Nodding her head, she said “alright, one root beer. And do any of you guys need anything, while I grab that and check on your starters?” she pressed the group. After getting a moderate no thank you from everyone, she moved to walk off from the table again.

“So, who was it? Tina?” Blaine asked nosily, curiosity would kill the cat today because unlike everyone else he actually really desired to know who all planned on coming.

Mike chuckled shaking his head “no, no. I’m not sure if she came in town, you know not everyone really responded to the email threads. But I did uh, pick Mercedes and Cameron up from the airport, dropped them off a few hours ago and then I had some other errands to run” he shrugged, having let slip a huge secret in the process.

Kurt eyes grew as Mike went on to explain where he was, what he was doing, and finally who he had picked up from the airport.

Artie eyebrows stitched together as he tried to recall a Cameron in his memory bank. It wasn’t ringing a bell however and perhaps he was the only one who didn’t know. Wonder if it’s a new boyfriend, juicy, he thought to himself know all the details to Samuel and Mercedes’ break-up.

Blaine tilted his head “who’s Cameron?” he asked aloud before he looked at Kurt with a raised brow. The forceful kick the man supplied him under the table was a red flag that clearly his significant other knew something he didn’t. He had overstepped somewhere. So instead of meeting the eyes of the other men he grabbed his glass of water and took a long sip from it.

Samuel rolled the paper from his straw between his fingers “Mercedes” he said first, very unaware that she was coming. Afterall, she hadn’t been seen in almost two years and they weren’t quite on speaking terms. Well in his head at least. However, upon the mention of someone named Cameron he raised a brow and looked at Blaine then Kurt to his left. “Who’s Cameron?” he asked Mike looking over at him again.

Mike looked down for a moment, shit, he said to himself before he looked over at Kurt. He needed the man to throw him a life vest but obviously he much like Mike couldn’t think of a good enough lie at the moment. And just like that save by the bell again, thank you God he said as Quinn approached the table with Brittany in toe.

“The boys beating us to the punch, how lovely…” Quinn said cutting in with a wide grin. “How is everyone?” she questioned them as she moved to grab a seat between Mike and Samuel.

Brittany smiled at everyone scattered about the chairs around the huge table. “Hey guys!” she said cheerfully. She followed behind Quinn who happened to have been her ride, she sat down at the table next to Artie planting a soft kiss to his cheek before she smiled at Jake who was sitting on her other side. “I missed you guys” she said hugging Artie gently.

Kurt looked towards Quinn, thankfully and he smiled at her as he moved his hand for Blaine’s knee. “Well, we all just about piled into each other’s car so that helped” he said to her changing the subject gladly. “Doing great, you?” he asked, looking at her directly.

Samuel looked at Mike who avoided his question, yet again. He looked over at the women as they rolled in and he sat back in his chair. If any of them thought for a second he was going to sit at a table with Mercedes and her new boy toy they were sadly mistaken. Just the simple thought of that was making his blood boil. He pushed the straw paper aside as he lifted his glass and took a long sip from it again, his eyes fixed on the side of Mike’s face.

Artie blushed a little at Brittany and looked at her with a fond smile on his face “we missed you too” he told her kindly. He stared at her for a few more minutes before he looked at Quinn and said, “no complaints here, everything has been great.”

“Who else is showing up?” Quinn asked them all as she removed her jacket and draped it on the back of her chair revealing her, somewhat revealing dress before she laced her fingers together and rested her hands in her lap.

“Rach” Blaine said in response to Quinn politely as he took her in, she looked amazing. Though he guessed she kind of always did.

“And Tina” Kurt added looking to Blaine for a brief moment a smile on his face. “She text me a hour ago and said she made it in and will meet us here as soon as she’s freshened up and stuff” he added, his eyes moving towards Mike now. Confirming what the man claimed he didn’t know just moments ago.

Samuel looked to Kurt before he said “and Mercedes” all the chipper tone in his voice gone now. “As a matter of fact, Mike was just letting us know she was bringing some Cameron person with her, however none of us know who that is” he said as he looked over at Mike once more, bitterness in his tone and a great deal of anger in his eyes. “Weren’t you Mike?” he asked.

Quinn looked between Blaine and Kurt before lastly, she looked at Samuel, her eyebrows rising as he spoke. Well, it was no secret that Mercedes untimely breakup left the man bitter, angry, and alone. Among the group of friends there had been plenty rumors but even she had no idea who Cameron was. However, if it were another man of some sorts, she might have lucked up tonight. She almost canceled on them for work sake, but she had to admit no amount of money would be worth missing this.

Mike looked over at Samuel, sighing a bit to himself as the man spoke. “I never said that” he told him his head hanging low “I didn’t say she was bringing him here” he corrected. “And he’s not a boyfriend of hers, she doesn’t have one” he said before he looked up at Kurt from across the table.

Kurt swallowed hard as Samuel pressed Mike to speak up and the man finally did. Kurt kept his eyes low after he swapped a glance with Mike and he focused on his glass sitting above the wooden table.

Artie looked at Samuel, then Mike, his eyes moved to the rest of the table as everyone stayed silent for a while.

“Then who the hell is Cameron?” Samuel asked the man, his eyebrows stitched together.

Quinn looked at Mike as he spoke, and she followed his eyes over to Kurt. As it was made clear that Cameron was not Mercedes significant other it then and only then dawned on her who this person could be. Her eyes quickly shot towards Kurt again. “Did you guys order?” she said quickly trying to change the subject once more and she finally picked up her menu.

“Hello, hello, hello everybody” Rachel said as she Tina and Mercedes walked up towards the massive table. “I cannot believe you guys successfully put together some kind of reunion without my help and expertise” she teased them all as she moved to sit down beside Blaine. Offering Jake a kind pat on the shoulder.

“What did we walk in on?” Tina asked sitting down beside Mike at the table and she pushed out the chair beside her a bit for Mercedes to nestle between her and Artie.

Mercedes smiled despite herself, she was well aware that today’s events had two possible ways of ending. On a good foot or perhaps a bad, depending. She hadn’t been in the same room as Samuel since she departed from him to leave for LA. It was her fault that happened to have panned out that way, she knew. But it was didn’t make it any less awkward when you really thought about the reasoning behind her doing so in the first place. She moved for the seat next to Tina it was the only free chair anyway and looked at everyone with a smile deciding not to glance in Samuel’s direction.

Quinn looked at the other girls as they came in one after the other and she sighed heavily, welp, when you speak of the devil, he shall appear she thought to herself. “You guys look good” she said taking them all in, but truly examining Mercedes from head to toe as if that would give her a real inkling to what was going on. But it didn’t especially considering the girl did have a massive coat on. Even if she didn’t you couldn’t look at her and tell she ever had a baby, or could you?

Artie leaned towards Mercedes gently and said “I missed you” with a slight hug assuming they were all going to drop the conversation from beforehand once again. Which was probably for the best anyhow.

As the rest of the group finally joined them Kurt looked towards them and smiled, it really was great to see everyone despite what was currently being examined. He looked over at Samuel, after Tina made yet a very leading question that he truly hoped didn’t cause the blonde to have yet another unnecessary meltdown. “The waitress should be back any minute with starters and, Mike’s drink, we could all like order or something” he chuckled awkwardly.

Samuel watched Rachel as she walked into view, and then Tina thereafter. Mercedes was behind the shorter girl and he looked away, focusing on the table before him and he found that piece of paper again. He toyed with the paper as he did before, rolling it against the tabletop as he fell silent, allowing the group to talk among themselves.

Tina nodded her head at Kurt and said “cool” before she turned to Mike, bumping him with her shoulder lightly. They weren’t together at the moment, but did that mean they had to be awkward, no. They were planning to just be friends until they figured everything all out with themselves. “I was going to call you for a ride, but you had to go get ‘Cedes” she said in a soft whisper to him.

Mercedes looked to Artie and smirked at him sweetly leaning into the man. “I missed you more” she breathed sweetly to him.

The server returned to the group seeing that everyone who should be there was finally there, she sat the root beer in front of the gentlemen who ordered it. She quickly sat the starters in the middle of the table one at a time before she lowered the tray in her hand. “Hi ladies, what can I get you all to drink?” she asked, she sat the tray aside and moved to grab her pad and pen again.

Looking up at the woman, Mercedes she shifted and said to her “water please?” without thought.

Seeing the appetizers, she smirked “water with lemon” Rachel said to the woman before she actually turned her attention to the menu before her to figure out what she wanted for dinner.

“Coke for me” Tina said lifting one finger up for the woman to see as she wrote down the drink orders.

“Sweet tea, please” Quinn said to the waitress, looking at Samuel who sat next to her, finally since Mercedes walked in. She looked at him for only a moment before she looked away again.

“Can I have a coke too?” Brittany asked the woman, the last to order within the group before she grabbed an onion ring and popped it into her mouth. “Two waters one with a lemon, two cokes, and a sweet tea” the young woman repeated back to the table before she said, “are we ordering now too, or do we need some more time?” curiously. When collectively they all asked to have some more time, she nodded and left the group to grab their drinks.

“So, Mercedes, what have you been up to?” Jake asked curiously, despite the early conversation he always though it was pretty cool she got out of Ohio and moved all the way to LA. “I mean what is LA really like?” he asked her as he grabbed a mozzarella stick.

Quinn looked over at Jake with a bit of disappointment. They were all deflecting here, and he was obviously not on board with everyone because he just opened another door or window, depends on who you asked.

Mercedes pulled her eyes and attention away from Brittany and Artie, “uh” she paused smirking at Jake. “I have been great; I have no complaints whatsoever” she told the boy. “LA is” she said trying to think very hard on her answer “sometimes it’s everything I pictured and not so much during other times, but I could have never asked for a better opportunity” she told him. “Life throws tons of surprises and I try to handle, well uh take it in strides” she breathed.

Samuel looked up as Mercedes spoke and he squinted his eyes a bit before he looked away from her. “Care to elaborate for us small town folk?” he asked her sarcastically.

Mercedes slowly looked towards Samuel across from her and she furrowed her brows.

“Now Sam” Rachel said from the left of him, she gave the man an all well knowing look. He didn’t need to make a scene right now; they were here to have a good time.

“Now Rachel” Samuel said as he looked over at her “I asked her question let her answer” he said back to the brunette, who he had no trouble leaning forward to gaze it from across Blaine and Kurt.

“Sam, we are here to have a small gathering to catch up. Are you sure you want to do this?” Kurt asked the man leaning in a bit. The two men was sitting directly next to each other, in another world Kurt would’ve probably slapped him. However, his personality didn’t allow him to inflict someone with such violence. But the blonde was really becoming annoying and all around excessive.

“Yes, I want to do this” Samuel snapped as he looked at Kurt. “Why not do it?” he shrugged, a small chuckle leaving him. “Why not do this right here and right now…”

Mike licked his lips and looked around the table before he sighed and said “Mercedes, I slipped up about Cameron. But Samuel doesn’t quite know who that is…. still….” He said quietly.

Mercedes looked past Tina and at Mike, her eyes large and confused. How could the man have let that slip? He’d kept the secret for this long of course today he lets the cat out of the bag. She couldn’t be mad at him of course, any of them keeping the secret was doing her a favor everyday of their lives. But what was she supposed to say or do right now?

“I think we all should maybe let Samuel and Mercedes talk” Kurt said looking around the table.

“No, let her say what she has to say right here in front of everyone” Samuel said to Kurt. “I think to many of you have been talking among yourselves this whole time anyway.”

Mercedes blinked a few times and she looked at Samuel “okay” she said simply to him. “I ended our relationship, against my better judgement because I was trying to keep a secret from you that I thought would be very detrimental to our lives and relationship” she offered him. “We have a one-year-old son, his name is Cameron” she said. “And before you get angry, I was just trying to do what I thought was best for all of us…”

Samuel looked at Mercedes as she spoke, she really had put a very cute spin on breaking his heart and he couldn’t believe that was the story she was going with. They were fine when she left, everything was perfect outside of the distance. And then a few months into her moving to LA she hit him with the words he’d never imagined leaving her lips. A breakup was what it was, a breakup that was not mutual among them both, that she didn’t even give a good enough reasoning as to why for. And now after all this time he finally gets his real reason, and it was because she was pregnant? With their child. His son? And she didn’t tell him because she thought that was what was best for them both? “Wow” was the only thing his lips could form in the moment as he moved to stand up from the chair, he was in. “You are despicable” he said his finger gesturing in her direction “and any of you at this table who knew this shit and didn’t say anything can rot in hell along with Mercedes” he said coldly as he left the table and the group.

Mercedes looked at Samuel as he spoke, she looked down, she didn’t know what to say. As he continued, she looked back up her eyes watering a little from his harsh words. She couldn’t blame him, what were she to expect from telling him this? When he stormed off, she looked back down again as the embarrassment set in.

“I sorry Mercedes” Kurt said from across the table as, his eyes left her and looked towards Samuel as he moved through the restaurant to leave.

Rachel walked up towards the Evans’ home with her purse in hand and she rang the doorbell gently waiting for someone to surface.

“I have it” Samuel said as he moved for the front door slowly, he looked outside and saw Rachel and he huffed. Unlocking the front door, he looked at her and said “I don’t want you over here so it’s in your best interest to leave” without even thinking, his finger pointing towards her car.

“Look, I don’t want to come into your home, I don’t want you to forgive me if you don’t want to, you don’t even have to listen. But I am going to say what I have to say to you face to face” Rachel told Samuel. “Some of us knew, we didn’t all agree. But we understood and as friends and family we supported her. We supported each party the best way we knew how during this time” she told him. “I am sorry that a secret that big was kept from you for the two years. And I really can’t imagine how you must really be feeling right now” she said her eyes low. “But I say that for you, not her, you. It would be best if you hear her out and at least demand to see your son” she said to him. “She’s owes you that much, and I know that is what you’d want to do right now” she told him simply. “We don’t always do the right things, none of us are perfect. But we deserve the right to make it better if we can” she sighed. “That’s it” she said quickly as she tossed her hand up at him, moving to turn around and leave the front porch of the man’s home headed for her car.

Samuel listened as the woman spoke and he squinted at her slightly, didn’t she know he had every right to close the door in her face if he really wanted to do so right now. It would be that simple. He didn’t want to hear anything from Rachel, she wasn’t the one that owed him an explanation or apology. However, he listened to her, every word even if he didn’t want to. He licked his lips slowly and watched her as she departed from his presence “Rachel!” he called out to her. “Rachel” he repeated even as she kept walking.

Rachel ignored the man as she unlocked the car door and climbed inside to leave. She had said what was needed to say to the man and she didn’t plan on speaking on the subject further. It was between the both of them now, she felt compelled to say what she needed in regard to the part she played in it but that would be it. She couldn’t give him any more details, that he had to seek for himself from Mercedes own mouth.

Hearing a knock at her parents’ door Mercedes squinted slightly, who could it have been she didn’t know. “Stay right here” she told Cameron with a stern finger as she moved to walk out of the living room and towards the front door. She looked to see who was on the other side of the door before she opened it “Sam?” she breathed as she looked up at the man.

Samuel stood before the Jones’ front door with his hands in his pants pockets, he waited for someone to answer and when Mercedes did, he looked at her. “Hi” he breathed he didn’t know what else to say. He hadn’t thought this far ahead and now that he was here, he was conflicted. He wanted to curse her out no doubt but now as he stared into her brown eyes he couldn’t. “Look, I am pissed at you, I am so damn pissed at you, I can’t even think straight!” he said voice booming. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to end things with me, and because of a baby?” he asked her. “I would have given anything to be there, to help, to experience that with you! How could you be so got damn selfish?” he asked her seriously. “I loved you” he told her “I love you” he corrected “how could you do that to me Mercedes?” he said.

Mercedes waited for something to be said and he said ‘hi’ to her, which was a shocker considering. Before she could even get her own greeting out to him, he said what he felt deep down inside from the events that happened from the day before. She looked down unable to say anything at first, she knew she was wrong, and she didn’t really have an excuse for it at all. He was right, he was in love with her as she were with him and it was inconceivable that she did break it off with him and justifiably so. A child had not ruined everything but in her mind it would have. He believed in her, believed she would go off and make him proud. A baby was not a part of the deal, but it had not been a deal breaker. And perhaps it was her own immaturity that did not notice that until now. “Sam” she said softly, blinking gently as her eyes watered, tears filling it. “I didn’t want to let you down” she said blinking heavy tears, allowing them to fall as she looked up at him.

“Well, you ended up doing far more than that, you do realize that?” he asked her. “Keeping my son from me, was a bigger let down then the entire situation and all of its layers combined” he breathed. Samuel folded his arms over his chest as he looked at her still in disbelief a little.

Mercedes tucked her lips inward as she sniffled, her hand wiped away a few tears. Nodding her head at him she agreed with his statement, “I get that now, yes,” she breathed. “I don’t know” she shrugged a little, a bit of a cry leaving her lips after she did. “I didn’t say anything, and then he was here. And I just didn’t know what to say after that” she added. “I was confused, embarrassed” she listed. “It was stupid, and I am truly sorry Samuel. I did not mean for this too grow into all of this” she stressed. “I just didn’t know what to say, or how to even say it when I did find the words” she swallowed hard. “I never tended to hurt you, with any of this. The breakup or with keeping him as a secret from you” she said looking into his eyes.

Samuel listened to her, he continued to stand there with his arms crossed over his chest. In his heart of hearts, he didn’t feel she were lying about a single thing. Though his brain throbbed as he tried to understand what the hell possessed her. Even now, the move was one he could not have pictured her making. Not her out of all people in the World, it didn’t fit. He nodded his head back at her and he said “is he here? Can I see him?”

Mercedes watched him and she sniffled again, wiping more tears from her face. She dried the tears that rested under her chin with the back of her hand before she nodded her head. “Yes, of course” she nodded as she moved to allow him into her parent’s home. Opening the door wider from him she sniffled once more as she waited for him to walk in and once, he did, she closed the door behind him and locked it. “He’s in here” she said as she moved to walk through the home towards the living room where Cameron stood eating cheerios from a kid sized bowl while watching Blue’s Clues idly.

Samuel nodded his head and he moved into the large home; it was as he remembered it. Always neat, clean, and in decent order every time. He didn’t know why but in the moment all of the anger he had melted away. Not because he was understanding of the situation at this time but because it had been replaced with nervousness. He didn’t see fatherhood greeting him for at least another few years and now he was being thrown in it full speed, in a very instance. And he didn’t know what to think or how to feel about that, what if he wasn’t good at it? Despite that the boy didn’t even know him. As he followed Mercedes into the living room, he took the boy in, though it was only from behind he could tell how ridiculously adorable he was.

“Cameron” Mercedes said sliding her hands in her back pockets as she watched him. “Someone is here to see you” she said to him softly. She watched the boy turn around, his hazel eyes moving from her to the taller man next to her and back to her familiar face. “Mama” he said in response back to her before he turned back to the bowl and placed another cheerio into his mouth chewing lightly. He turned back around before he moved to walk away from the bowl and towards his toy car. Mercedes stepped towards the child and hoisted him up into her arms pecking his cheek lightly moving closer to Samuel.

Samuel watched the little boy as he turned around, his full head of curls bouncing lightly as he looked between her and him then back to her cutely. He smirked a little, he looked like the perfect mix of them both, it was astonishing. The little boy continued his snack eating and playtime, ignoring them both until Mercedes moved to go pick him up walking over towards him “hey” he said waving at the little boy awkwardly.

Mercedes looked at Cameron and then grabbed the toy car that was stealing all of his attention, holding it in her hand and at her side. “Say hey” she said as she looked at him, he cowered in front of the tall man sticking his hands into his mouth as he looked at him. He pulled his hands down eventually and said “hey” before he rested his head on his mother’s shoulder shifting in her arms gently. “Cameron” she said softly as she shifted him in her arms again “this is your daddy” she said pointing to Samuel with the same hand the car was is.

Samuel watched the kid placing his hands in his pockets gently as she tried to get the little boy to interact with him. When the child finally did talk and then moved to hide himself away from Samuel he smirked. When she told the boy who he was he looked at her then at the little boy. He risked the chance and held his hands out for the boy, he could or could not come. What would it hurt?

Cameron watched Samuel and he looked at his mother before he leaned into the man and allowed him to hold him as well. He looked at the side of the man’s face, blinking a few times before he looked at his mother and then back at Samuel. Mercedes sat the car down on the couch and looked at Cameron again “daddy” she said pointing to Samuel again.

Samuel and the little boy glanced back and forth at each other, when he looked at his mother again Sam adjusted him in his arms. He hugged the boy to his chest gently closing his eyes as he basked in it for a moment or two. He opened his eyes again and he looked at the little boy who had his fingers in his mouth once more eyeing him.

Mercedes sat on the edge of the couch watching Samuel, she picked Cameron’s car up in her hand and she toyed with it for a moment. She looked between them both and the toy car a few times as the man got acquainted with his son for the first time.

Samuel moved towards the couch with the child in his arms and he sat down with him. Shifting the child in his lap he looked at Mercedes “how is it possible to be in love with someone you just met for the first time?” he asked her seriously.

Mercedes shifted on the couch and looked at Samuel, a smirking forming on her lips and she spoke. “I don’t know” quietly “it just happens, I can’t explain it” she said with a small chuckle as she looked at the child. “He looks just like you” she commented as she looked down.

Samuel looked at her and then back to their son, he hugged the boy close who was now stretched out across him watching tv again. He was a little more comfortable with him he guessed, and he relaxed himself on the couch. He looked back at her and smirked “no, he looks like you” he told her. He looked back at the little boy, he couldn’t believe one night filled with love and adoration for each other could create such perfection, but not only that night however perfection that would last them both a lifetime. “I can’t be mad at you” he told her seriously as he moved his hand to hers, grabbing it in his and holding it gently. “But I really wish I could have been there” he said sadly “he’s so perfect, I can’t imagine what it would have been like to see him when he was first born” he sighed.

Mercedes looked at Samuel again placing the boy’s car aside, as he grabbed her hand, she allowed him to. It was comforting receiving any kind of touch from him even after all of this time. At his words she looked at Cameron and then pulled her bottom into her mouth biting down on it hard. She didn’t say anything in response to him, there was plenty of photos, videos, and things she could show him, and she would in the future. She knew she owed him that and needed to make sure it was something that she did out of respect for him. “Despite how it panned out, I am glad that you finally got to meet him. And that you can now be a part of his life.”

Nodding his head at her, he said “thank you” quietly. “Especially for him, you could have done something totally different, but you didn’t. Thank you for that” Samuel said sensibly as he looked her in her eyes.

“The thought never crossed my mind” Mercedes replied back to him seriously, looking into his eyes once more.

#Samcedes fanfiction #samcedes rp #tag: one shots.#tag: prompts.#tag: os - everything works out in the end.

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audreyandherocs · 3 years

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Thea's Cave: Chapter 3

Thea walked without a real destination. Only following her gut instincts. It was an adventure though, she thought. Before, she wasn’t just learning for the sake of comparing to her past experiences and not really taking anything else around her. Now, she was really taking in the world.

It also helped that she had two companions around her, especially so when she knew she had someone watching her back.

Mobs were still a tricky thing but after a while, she learned to just create a small shelter to rest when things got too haggard. She even resorted to digging a small pit in the ground to rest for the night, with only a ladder and trap door as the entrance.

It was unnerving to hear the mobs walk above her, sensing her presence but not seeing her.

When morning came one day and Thea had walked a few ways away from the pit shelter, in the midst of fishing, she had come to a realization too late that she was leaving a trail of shelters in her wake. She hadn’t bothered to clean them up or filled them up, leaving them open for people to come across them.

She both balked and laughed at the thought of people wondering who were leaving these shelters.

‘If there were other players’ thought Thea faintly as she looked at her haul. She only expected to fish out…well fish but she didn’t know when other things would appear. It ranged from things like string to even a saddle and an enchanted book. She sorted through her haul, throwing out unnecessary things and keeping what was important.

Eating her cooked fish around a campfire, Thea listened to her dogs chewed on their rotten flesh (which Thea was glad they enjoyed and the fact that item had an actual use then pain). Night had fallen and she had dug into a small mountain side to make a temporary shelter. The weather was nice so she just made a little gate for the entrance. Torches flickered around their post, casting shadows across.

Mobs still tried to approach but they were safe nonetheless.

Thea finished off her food and let her wolves clean her hands. She giggled at their tongues and sighed, looking out at the night. Lately, she didn’t feel like sleeping much and the time she did, her sleep would between short and long. Sometimes, she wasn’t even tired.

Tonight, was one of those times.

Glancing at her wolves, she noted how tired they were getting. She petted them, cooing at them to sleep before Thea walked out of their shelter to do some hunting and exploration.

Mobs came her way as usual and Thea fought back, hoping that by the end of it she would be able to sleep.

Slowly she fell into the swings of her sword, absorbed into the motions that she barely heard the shuddering hisssssof the creeper. Light flickered and Thea snapped behind her to see a creeper about to explode. She cursed, noting that it was going to be too late to run.

Her shield moved in front of her as she prepared for the inevitable blast when she heard a WHOOP! She glanced back to see a black figure behind her, long arms wrapping around her before everything shifted.

There was another WHOOP! and Thea saw she was a few ways away, a pit where she was once was. The pit was too big to be created by one creeper and Thea had the shuddering thought that there were actually more than one. She wouldn’t have survived the blast and who knows what would’ve happened.

As her bearings steadied, realization slowly creeped in that she was teleported. She turned behind her, slowly shifting her body to see an Enderman peering down at her. Her eyes flickered to the side, not keeping direct contact with the mob.

“Did you…did you help me?” she asked hesitantly. Her hands nervously gripping her sword and shield.

The enderman spoke and she almost caught the words.

“E-Excuse me? Could you repeat that please?”

“⊬⟒⌇ ⟟ ⎅⟟⎅”

Yes

“W…why?”

Thea not realizing she heard the Enderman speak and she understood.

“⎅⍜ ⊬⍜⎍ ⋏⍜⏁ ⍀⟒☊⍜☌⋏⟟⋉⟒ ⋔⟒ ⊬⍜⎍⋏☌ ⍜⋏⟒?”

Do you not recognize me young one?

“I…recognize? You recognize me? From where?”

“⌰⍜⍜☍ ⏃⏁ ⋔⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⌇⟒⟒ ⋔⟒”

Look at me and you will see me

“But…isn’t that forbidden?”

“⎎⍜⍀ ⋔⍜⌇⏁, ⏚⎍⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⍀⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⍜⎎ ⎍⌇”

For most, but you are one of us

“One of,” she stuttered, her hand flying to her head as everything around her wobbled. Her head throbbed as flashes of images popped into her head.

End cities, endermen sprawling around and mingling. They surrounded a child as she peered at them, confused and wabbled. Hands fed her chorus fruit. The dragon’s roar shook the domain and she sang to it to calm it. An endermen king, Endlantis-

Thea’s face was covered with cold sweat, her pink eyes glowing similarly to the Enderman in front of her. She placed her hands on her face, her skin resembling the sand in the End, running up to her hair that was not black but with hues of purple. Purple particles were disrupted from her hair, fluttering around her. Hands willed to forcefully release their grip on her scalp were lowered, then inspected. The tips of her fingers (with nails a bit too sharp) were black and slowly gradiating up to her forearms.

Too many similarities to be passed of an enderman. Traits of endermen.

Thea slowly lowered herself to sit on the ground, body stiff from her observations. “So…am I an enderman?” she asked quietly.

“⊬⟒⌇ ⏃⋏⎅ ⋏⍜. ⊬⍜⎍ ⏚⟒☊⏃⋔⟒ ⍜⋏⟒ ⍜⎎ ⎍⌇ ⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⍜⎎ ⎍⌇”

Yes and no. You became one of us but not of us

The words were cryptic but she understood. She became one of them, in a way where she shared traits of them and could understand their language. But she wasn’t one of them as an Enderman.

“An Enderman but not endermen” she spoke, looking at the being in front of her.

The enderman nodded.

“⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⏃⋏ ⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⟒⋏” it repeated.

“So…what does this mean…” her hand gestured to the two of them.

“⋏⍜⏁ ⟒⋏⟒⋔⊬ ⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⏁ ⌇⏃⎎⟒ ⏁⍜ ⏃⌰⌰”

Not enemy but not safe to all

Thea nodded and took in a deep breath. She looked up at the sky, seeing the stars shift and the moon making its way. Dawn was approaching as she looked at the enderman, casting her head down in a bow.

“Thank you.”

The enderman whooped and chirped at her in greeting, before the tell-tale sound of teleportation heard. The enderman was gone with only bits of particles.

Thea stared at the spot, releasing more shuddering breaths before making her way back to the shelter. She had become tired as she planned, but she didn’t know if the weight of the information would let her sleep.

She would have to try anyways.

Part of her mystery was revealed, but more questions remained.

Thea had taken a few days before settling back out into the world. She used those days to absorb and forced herself to accept it. She spent her time, jotting the notes down in her journal; detailing what had happened and the information that was given to her. It also contained bits of her journey and memories that she thought was worth noting.

That she was the youngest of three siblings. Two older brothers. She had lived between the void, darkness, and the End cities. She spoke to Endermen but was not of them. She knew a man whose face and name eluded her, the only features that remained was a green and white hat that sat upon golden hair, with large black wings.

When she needed a break, she would go back into her main hobby of drawing. She had done drawings in her journal, but it was nice to have designated sketchbook. When that was not enough, she went out to explore the world. As she sat among the flowers, watching her wolves romp around, a thought came to her.

Although there was some part of her that wanted to return to the void, the darkness, and End, she liked it here. She liked exploring the world, the land and sea. She liked being on her feet and getting into fights every so often. Though it would be nice to have a place to call home, she liked wandering.

She liked her freedom. The ability to choose and live how she wanted. To do what she wanted.

In some part of her, she knew she would be forced to make choices but at least it would be here choice. Even if she wasn’t presented a choice-

Thea moved on from her little nook, her thoughts settled but her body no longer. She set off into the world, following her gut once more and enjoyed the freedom of exploration.

But as soon as she had re-started her wandering, she would come across a place called L’Manburg.

#dsmp fanfiction #dsmp fic #dsmp sona #dsmp oc #dsmp fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp fanfic #minecraft fic #minecraft oc

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nikki-writes-stuff · 4 years

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Trigger Happy - Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: You first met Poe Dameron while you were staying on the Resistance base as a refugee. But after you grow closer to him and to the rebels you live alongside, you decide you want to become a fighter pilot and give back to the movement that saved your life. But for some reason, General Dameron refuses to let you put yourself in danger.

A/N: This fic contains smut! 18+ only, please!

“No.”

“But I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“I know. But I’m getting really efficient with this little exchange of ours. If you’re here to keep asking for the same thing you always do, then the answer is no.”

You huffed and set your hands on your hips, trying to fix the general with your most intense glare. But all he did was raise his eyebrows and copy your posture.

“General, we need fighter pilots,” you protested. “We might have beaten the First Order, but the Republic still has enemies out there, and-“

“Hold on a second, I’m sorry,” Poe interrupted, holding up one of his hands. “But why do you keep saying we? Our? This isn’t your fight. You are a refugee; you and your family have a home to get back to.”

“I’m not just a scared girl in need of rescue anymore, Poe! I want to fight! I want to be one of the ones to usher in the new Republic! The new galaxy! My family doesn’t need me. You do.”

“I don’t need a damn thing from you,” Poe shook his head. “Other than for you to stay safe. And smart. Jesus, (Y/N), you don’t realize what it’s like out there.”

“I would if you’d let me learn! I was flying for my parents’ shipping company by the time I was ten years old! I could fly any kind of ship you throw at me-“

“But what about if that ship is being fired at? What if someone shoots you down; what then?” Poe walked around his desk to stand in front of you, shoving one of his hands into his pocket as the other pointed an accusatory finger at you. “And, by the way, the idea of a ten year old flying a ship is terrifying, not to mention very illegal in-“

“We’re not here to talk about my borderline questionable childhood.”

“Borderline? You can’t be serious-“

“My point is,” you spoke up, “that I can do this. And you still haven’t told me why you won’t let me even try.”

Poe’s jaw twitched, and you saw the look in his eyes grow even darker as they stared at you for just a moment too long.

“My word is final,” he eventually growled, brushing past you towards the flap in his tent. “You can stay here on base if you want, but the only ship you’ll be getting on from here is one headed towards your home planet.”

With that, he left you standing there, awash in shame and anger. There were so many people from all walks of life within the ranks of the Resistance – younger than you, older than you, with families and friends stretching all across the galaxy. And they were fighting, laying down their lives for a good cause.

Why wouldn’t he let you be one of them?

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When you’d first found yourself in the Resistance base on the jungle moon of Ajan Kloss, you and your family had just fled your planet after a particularly brutal attack made by the First Order. Your mother had been one of the fighters in the old Rebellion against the Empire, and she’d still had some connections which brought you to the Resistance.

At first, the base had seemed strange and scary to you – always busy, like a beehive, with so many people and ships crowding it. But as you’d recovered from the shock of having to run away from home, and as you’d come out of your shell, you started making more and more friends.

The closest one of all, though, was Poe Dameron.

Typically, the pilot would be out on missions anywhere from Coruscant to the Outer Rim, but during your first week on base, he’d been kept in the medical bay due to an injury to his arm. You’d met on your second day as a refugee in the mess hall. Or, rather, a particularly large tent that served as the mess hall.

You’d been picking at your bowl of porridge; your family was somewhere else on the compound, so you were on your own until dinner time while they figured out when it would be safe go back home.

“Mind if I sit here?”

You’d looked up to see the famous pilot smiling down at you. You’d heard tales about the best pilot in the Resistance, and you’d even seen him from far away before, but it was only when he was standing so close to you that you’d realized just how handsome he was.

“U-um, sure,” you stammered, gesturing for him to sit across from you.

“So, we have porridge for lunch today,” he sighed, sinking into the offered seat. “And dinner. And I’m willing to bet five credits we’ll have it for all three meals tomorrow.”

You smiled and shrugged, letting the blob you had on your spoon plop back down into your bowl.

“It’s not so bad,” you remarked. “Personally, I like foods that are…odorless, tasteless, and for the most part texture-less.”

“Man, this place must be paradise for you, then, huh?” he asked, grinning. You grinned back, delighted when you saw a diastema separating his front teeth. Coupled with the thick stubble on his cheeks, it made his smile decidedly unique and even more breathtaking.

“Well,” you replied, “where I ran away from, everything was on fire, so most places in the galaxy are paradise by comparison.”

He’d chuckled before reaching into the pocket of the navy blue jacket he was wearing.

“I bet I can spice it up even more for you,” he’d said, drawing out a small bottle filled with a thick brown liquid. “Do ya trust me?”

You’d furrowed your eyebrows, chuckling at the unexpected question.

“I mean, yeah,” you answered. “If I can’t trust the poster child of the Resistance, then who can I?”

His nose had wrinkled a little bit at the term “poster child”, but he’d just gone ahead and poured out a spoonful of the liquid into your porridge.

“Stir that around and tell me how it is,” he instructed. You watched your meal turn a light brown color as you complied, and when you brought a bit of it up to your lips, your eyes widened.

“What did you do to it?!” you demanded. “It tastes amazing now, like-“

“Cinnamon rolls?” he finished for you. “I picked up this stuff in a Corellian bakery once. It can make anything taste good. I always keep a bag full of it on base for anytime I find myself stuck here for an extended period of time.”

“You’re a wise man,” you said, taking another bite of your now-delicious food.

The man sitting across from you gave a small bow at your praise before holding his hand out to you.

“Poe Dameron, by the way,” he introduced himself. “Although it sounds as if my reputation precedes me.”

You’d hurried to swallow down your porridge before shaking his hand, giving it a quick squeeze before letting your hand fall back down to the table. You told him your name in return and listened to him repeat it under his breath. Something about the way he said it made your cheeks heat up, and you ducked your head as you kept eating.

“My reputation doesn’t quite precede me yet,” you’d said. “But I’ll bet those same five credits you mentioned earlier that one day it will.”

After that, the two of you had been inseparable anytime he was on base. He would always find a way to search you out and spend time with you, either showing you his x-wing or taking you on a tour of the area around the encampment. He became your closest friend, and when General Organa passed away, the first person he’d gone to afterwards had been you.

You could still feel his arms around you if you looked back to that moment; you’d known how close he was to her, and so you’d said nothing as he buried his head in your shoulder. You’d only stroked his hair and swayed with him, letting him hold you and showing him that he wasn’t alone.

After that day, though, there had been a distinct change in your relationship. You’d only been on base for a few months, but you’d grown comfortable with Poe and your little routines with him. Now, though, with the weight of being a general on his shoulders and with so much planning to do, he didn’t have much time for you.

You’d busied yourself with helping the other members of the Resistance, though. After your first week on base, you’d quickly started to enjoy helping out with ship repairs. But after the Battle of Exogol and the defeat of the First (and Final) Order, you’d decided that you didn’t want to go home with your family.

The first time you’d asked Poe to become a fighter pilot, he’d laughed you off, thinking it was a joke. The second time, he’d also laughed, but there had been a steel to it. He’d scoffed at the idea and dismissed you, and from then on, it had become like a challenge to you.

Now, though, after his latest rejection, you stormed out of his tent, feeling the distinct sense of defeat at the finality of his words. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you pushed past other Resistance members, but you didn’t stop even when the ones who you’d befriended tried to stop and ask you what was wrong.

You didn’t pause until you’d reached Poe’s x-wing. BB-8 was rolling around, fiddling with some wires on a nearby control panel, and he offered you a chipper beep in greeting.

“Hey, BB,” you sighed, kneeling down to give the droid a pat on the head. “Can I go in for a few minutes? I just need to think.”

The droid made a questioning beep, and you smiled weakly, trying to wipe away the tears still tracking down your face.

“No, I promise I’m not going anywhere with it. If I was gonna blow this popsicle stand, you know I’d have to take you with me.”

He made another beep before pushing something on the panel before him, and with a hiss the cockpit of the ship was opening.

“Thanks, buddy,” you murmured, patting him one more time before climbing up the ship.

As it turned out, ‘a few minutes’ lasted longer than you’d expected. You watched the sun as it sank over the horizon and stayed there in the pilot’s seat long after the stars came out. Your tears had dried a long time ago, but you didn’t want to go back to the tent you shared with your family just yet.

Soon enough, you were the last person in the shipyard; BB-8 had rolled away after you’d promised to close the cockpit on your way out. But you didn’t mind the solitude. If anything, you relished in the quiet of the night, with the only sounds coming from the insects and birds as they rustled about in the jungle.

With a sigh, you crawled out of the cockpit and laid down on the long nose of the ship, stretching out and looking up at the stars.

“Someday, I’ll see you up close,” you whispered to them. “One day I’ll fly amongst you.”

“You planning on stealing my x-wing?”

You sat up with a gasp, turning to your left to see Poe standing on the ground beside his ship. You scooted over when he started climbing up beside you, and soon enough your bodies were parallel as you both looked up at the night sky. The two of you were just barely able to fit beside each other on the ship’s nose; as it was, his entire right side was pressed up against your left. But despite your frustrations with him, you didn’t mind the nearness.

“BB-8 said you’d be up here,” Poe finally spoke. “I’d been looking for you for a good hour or so.”

“You know, I would say I’m sorry, but… I’m totally not.”

You heard him laugh quietly, and it was enough to pull a smile out of you. After that, the two of you were quiet for so long that you felt as if you would dose off beside him, but then he broke the silence once more.

“Do you know why I don’t want you out there fighting?” he asked. You’d never heard his voice sound so soft.

“I would if you just told me,” you fired back.

You turned your head but found Poe already watching you, and what you were going to say next died in your throat when you realized just how close you were. Your noses were almost touching as you lay there, and his eyes were half-lidded as they watched you.

“I think,” he whispered, “that you know why I don’t want you to fight.”

You bit your lip, feeling the breath escape out of your lungs as he stared at you. Gulping, you looked away, back at the stars, and tried to fight back the butterflies in your stomach.

“I don’t-“

His hand was on your cheek, tilting your face back to his, and before you could say anything else he was kissing you. His lips were everything you’d imagined – warm, dry, and so fucking soft. You let out a noise that was embarrassingly close to a moan when his tongue swiped at your lower lip, and you yielded to him without a second thought, letting his tongue dance against yours as a hand on your hip drew you closer to him.

Time stood still as the two of you kissed on his x-wing, and you felt as if your body was moving through syrup as he rolled on top of you to lay between your legs. You felt as if your body was on fire when you felt his heavy, hard length pressed against the apex of your thighs, and you moaned against when his hips rolled against yours.

“This is why,” he breathed, cupping your face while his hips kept grinding against you. “This is why I can’t let you fight, baby. I can’t lose you.”

You gripped his shoulders and flipped the two of you over, silencing Poe’s startled yelp with another kiss. You straddled him and kept the same pace his hips had set before, feeling him getting harder with every roll of your hips.

“You’re not going to lose me,” you whispered, your lips still brushing against his. “I’m not going to go anywhere, Poe. I’m not just asking to fight; I’m asking to be by your side. Throughout whatever may come our way.”

You pulled back to look down at him, feeling all of the emotions you’d tried to keep suppressed blooming inside of you. How had you not realized until now that you loved him? And how had you not known that he loved you just as much?

If the look on Poe’s face was anything to go by, he was having a similar internal debate, but then he rolled you over again, holding your wrists down as he pinned you with a glare.

“…You will have at least a month of training before you ever leave the atmosphere,” he asserted. “And before you even think about fighting anyone, you’ll have to prove to me that you’re ready to. Understood?”

A grin slowly overtook your face, and you hurried to agree with him, nodding vigorously.

“Yes! Yes, I promise, Poe, whatever you want. I know that I can do this.”

Poe eventually let his grip on your wrists loosen, and his eyes softened when he saw how excited you were. With a smile, he pushed some of your hair back behind your ear before cupping your cheek and kissing you once more.

His motions were no longer hurried while he kissed you, and his hips rocked as a slow, even pace now. His hands moved down your body, pushing beneath the thin shirt you were wearing to trail along your skin. You gasped when you felt his fingers move underneath your bra, but he swallowed the sound with another searing kiss as he started running his thumbs over your nipples.

You let your eyes close, arching up against him and feeling yourself getting wetter as he kept touching you. Your own hands pushed beneath his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his stomach and the smatter of hair descending down past his belt.

“You gotta tell me now if you want me to stop,” he rasped, starting to push your pants down your hips. “Because if you ask me a couple minutes from now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to.”

You pressed your thighs together upon hearing how rough his voice sounded; he was panting against you, his warm breath fanning out over your face while his fingers ran along the hem of your panties.

“Please, Poe,” you murmured, tugging at his belt. “I need you.”

The man above you smirked, never letting his eyes leave yours as he started pushing your panties down with your trousers.

“You need me, huh?” he repeated. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes, squirming when you felt the cold metal of the ship against your ass.

“I should’ve known you’d be cheeky in bed,” you lamented.

“We’re not technically in a bed.”

“You know what I mean!”

He chuckled, crawling down your body to press his lips against your inner thigh.

“You still haven’t told me what you ‘need’ me to do, sweetheart.”

You were about to tell him that you needed him to piss off, but then you felt him lean in and lick a stripe up your pussy, flicking his tongue right as he reached your clit. Your legs twitched at the sudden feeling and you moaned, fingers moving to his curly locks as he once more lapped at your clit.

“Fuck, I knew you’d taste good,” he sighed. “But don’t let me keep you from answering the question, babe. Tell me.” He slid down, letting his tongue drag against your entrance. “What you.” His tongue slipped inside of you, running up and down your inner walls a few times before he pulled back. “Need.”

You gasped when he began lapping at your clit again, spreading your wetness against it as you tried to come up with a coherent sentence.

“I-I need… I need you to fuck me,” you gasped. He began to move his tongue faster while a finger pressed inside of you, thrusting in time with the kitten licks he was giving your clit. “I want you inside of me, Poe.”

He groaned and pulled back, licking his lips obscenely as he crawled up your body. His eyes were on yours the entire time, dark and focused. You bit your lip and squirmed beneath him, trying to push your hips up into his.

“Someday I’m gonna lick that pussy until you beg me to stop,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. “I’ll make you cum over and over again, till you can’t even remember your own name. But… I don’t think this is the time or place for that.”

He gestured around you, and suddenly you were aware of just how exposed the two of you were. There were tents just a couple hundred yards away, scattered around the outskirts of the shipyard, and here you were half-naked on top of Poe’s x-wing.

While you were looking around, making sure no one was up and about, you heard a belt buckle being unclasped, and when you turned back you saw Poe stroking his cock while he looked down at your body. His eyes were locked onto your pussy while your legs spread wider for him, and your heart beat faster at the look in them. He was watching you like you were the only other person in the world.

As he kissed you, you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and before you could brace yourself, he was pushing inside. You gasped, letting your head fall back against the ship with a metallic thunk.

He was thick, thicker than anything you’d felt before. But with how wet you were, how much you’d been imagining this, you didn’t feel any pain from the stretch. You let out a long, low moan, wrapping your arms around him and letting your nails dig into the material of his shirt.

“Fucking-“ Poe groaned, starting to roll his hips. “You feel so fucking incredible.”

You felt him brush against the spot inside of you that made your back arch and your toes curl, and you let out a yelp when he grabbed your hips and pulled your hips up to his.

“Shh!” Poe pressed his hand over your mouth, leaning down to murmur against your ear. “I know I’m good, baby, but you gotta be quiet. Can’t have the whole camp waking up, now can we?”

You whined and nodded, and once more his hips started moving. You bit down on your lip, trying to muffle your moans as he started moving again. But he was already starting out at a fast pace, not giving you any time to breathe before he was gritting his teeth and slamming into you.

Poe’s grunts were echoing in your ears, and his hands seemed to be everywhere all at once – cupping your cheek, squeezing your breasts, grabbing your hips. But when one of his fingers found its way to your clit, you gasped and moaned again. You were vaguely aware that you were crying out something that sounded like his name, but you were silenced when the hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit came down on your mouth.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he grunted. “I’m just making you feel so good, aren’t I? Hm? My cock is gonna make this tight little pussy cum, isn’t it?”

You nodded deliriously; your brain was just a ball of white noise while he pounded into you. The cool morning air felt delicious against your heated, sweaty skin, and you let your eyes roll shut as you felt your pleasure starting to crest.

Your scream was muffled beneath Poe’s hand, and your legs wrapped around his waist tightly.

“Not yet, babygirl,” he huffed. “Not yet. Wait on me; I’m almost there.”

You groaned and let your hips rock up against his, not able to settle on where to put your hands –holding onto his shoulders, gripping his shirt, clawing at the metal beneath you. You finally settled on his hair, your fingers tangling into his curls, and he let out a groan when you tugged on his tresses.

“Fuck yeah, baby, keep pulling my hair like that,” he moaned. “Gets me so hot-“

Between the bucking of his hips and the sounds of his moans, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You pulled on his hair again, whining behind the hand he still had clamped over your mouth, and he nodded, looking right into your eyes.

“Ok, baby,” he panted. “Cum for me. Cum for me now, right fucking now-“

With a wail, you did just as he said. You clung to him as you felt your orgasm hit you like a freight train; stars exploded behind your eyelids, and the look of bliss, of absolute euphoria, on Poe’s face nearly sent you over the edge a second time.

You didn’t know how long the two of you laid there, tangled up in one another, but when he finally pulled away, his cum had dried on the inside of your thighs.

“That was perfect,” Poe whispered, pressing kisses to your cheek until you pulled away with a laugh. “You’re welcome.”

Your eyes widened and you shoved his chest, laughing incredulously.

“You’re not even going to let me bask in the afterglow, are you?” you chuckled, reaching down to fix your clothes. “Shoulda known.”

“Oh, c’mon. Was that or wasn’t that the best orgasm of your life?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing him off of you. With another laugh, he laid his side, still hovering over you. You smiled back at him, leaning in to kiss him again.

“So…” you said while you pulled away, “When do my lessons begin?”

Poe sighed and fixed his clothes, laying back down once his pants were firmly buckled around his waist.

“I was hoping you’d forget about that.”

“You’re good, Poe,” you smirked. “But not that good.”

“Damn.” He glanced over your face before sitting up. “How about tomorrow morning, Trigger Happy?”

You sat up, pecking his lips one more time.

“That can’t be my new nickname,” you said. “But yes, tomorrow does sound fantastic. Oh, by the way, who will be giving me my lessons?”

Poe smiled and pulled you against his side.

“The best in the entire Resistance.”

“…But Rey is busy with the new Jedi temple on Tatooine.”

You yelped when Poe punched you in the shoulder and tackled you, laying over you again and pressing his lips over your neck.

“It’s not Rey,” he growled, ignoring your laughter as he nibbled over your pulse point. “And you know it.”

“Ok, ok!” You pushed him back by his shoulders. “You are the best pilot in the Resistance, Mr. Poe Dameron.”

“Damn right I am. And don’t go forgetting it.”

#star wars #star wars imagine #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #rise of skywalker spoilers #star wars spoilers #general poe dameron

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Secrets Don’t Make Friends || Ariana & Layla

timing: Tuesday night (6/16) after Layla Hypnotize’s herself. parties: @letsbenditlikebennett & @laylacooke summary: Just a girls night out. NBD.

While it was becoming more and more apparent to people that there was something different about Layla, she had been trying to keep it from Ariana. She did promise her, after all, that she wouldn’t experiment with the fidget spinner, and Ari knowing what Layla had done would mean someone trying to take her freedom away. Instead, she decided a nice girl’s night out was the answer and invited her best friend to Quarter to play some games. Leaning against the door waiting, Layla flirted with a nearby guy who had been waiting for someone as well. However, when she saw Ariana, she stood up, put on a smile, and walked over to her friend, “Hey, I was wondering where you were. You ready for Girl’s Night Out?”

Ariana had no idea what was going on, but she was already sick of it. Ulfric made it sound as if something had happened. Even so, that didn’t justify how she had treated Blanche at all. She tried to keep Ulfric’s advice in mind, but she still had this gut feeling that she’d done something with the fidget spinner. From what she knew of Layla, she could even hurt a fly. Hell, she wouldn’t even eat a cheeseburger or drink a glass of milk. No amount of hurt would drive her to hurt others without reason. She needed to see for herself and try to reason with her. Whatever she was going through, she needed to lean on the people she cared for instead of taking it out on everyone else. She walked into Quarter, leather jacket on and scowl fading when she saw Layla. “Girls night, it is,” she said, looking her over carefully for any sign of something being out of place. She lacked a certain warmth she’d grown used to, but she was acting mostly normal. “Any favorite arcade games? I always love the basketball one since I’m really good at it.”

Since shit had hit the fan with Blanche, and the girl had blabbed to Ariana, Layla knew things were going to be awkward. She could see it in her friend’s face, when she entered the arcade. But it didn’t really phase the teenager. Causing a commotion had been fun, and when she pushed buttons and people pushed back, the redhead felt like she was accomplishing something, “Never been a basketball fan. Not after one of the team members from high school hit on my girlfriend. Was more a Dance, Dance Revolution type girl. Although tonight, I’m really feeling Street Fighter. Maybe we start with basketball and work our way back to some fighting?” The grin on her face was apparent, but there was something different about her eyes. They were almost hollow.

Something was decidedly off and Ariana really wasn’t liking this. She was in a Street Fighter mood? Was that supposed to be some sort of joke? Like punching Blanche and trashing her car hadn’t been enough of a fight for her day? She cocked an eyebrow at Layla, trying to fight off the annoyed look present on her face. Ulfric said she was going through a lot and she believed him, but this wasn’t okay. She was going through a lot, too, and she still had common fucking decency. She let out a huff of air and said, “Let’s go for Dance, Dance Revolution. Think I’d rather skip the Street Fighter. Plus, I think you had enough of that today.” Shit. She hadn’t meant for the pointed comment at the end to come out.

Layla had been willing to play the game. Be the same weak animal that Ariana knew and loved. Arcade night was something the old Layla had wanted. Something to bond her to the people she felt probably didn’t give a rat’s ass about her. And when the other teenager was down for Dance, Dance Revolution, the redhead was willing to follow; at least until the comment at the end came out, “Huh? What was that, Ariana?” She had known exactly what was said, but she wanted to see what her friend had to say. Cocking her head to the side, she waited patiently for a response arms now crossed over her chest.

Ariana could feel her fists clenching as Layla cocked her head all coyly and asked her to repeat herself as if she didn’t have fucking werewolf hearing. Everything in Ariana was screaming that she had definitely used that fidget spinner. She wasn’t herself at all. She rolled her eyes and repeated, “I said I think you’ve had enough street fighting for one day. Which what the hell anyway? You’re not a violent person. You won’t even eat a damn omelet because chickens or whatever.”

“That’s what I thought you had said.” Layla’s eyes shifted downwards to Ari’s clenched fists. Letting her gaze move back upwards, a smile remained on her face, “Oh, sweet Ariana. Ulf didn’t tell you, did he? Or Simon. I mean, Clifford, I can understand, because I asked him not to. Simon...Simon just blabbed to Salva. Which, it’s funny, I haven’t seen Daddy Dearest around lately. Might need to go pay him a visit soon, but I digress.” Glancing around, she noticed the arcade had been nearly empty, “Wanna know a secret?” She leaned in and whispered, “I killed somebody.”

Everything about the way Layla was looking and talked to her just felt wrong. Ariana knew she could probably hear the spike in her heart rate if her clenched fists and red cheeks hadn’t given her away. Then she spoke of Simon and Ulfric not telling her something and the previously stony glare softened. That was why Ulfric told her not to push. She reached out but hesitated and brought her arms back to her sides. “Layla,” she started softly, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Was it--” She stopped herself, not wanting to push too much. Knowing how hard it was still for her to talk about what happened on prom night and remembering the small gift Nell gave her of not making her talk about it. “You don’t have to tell me what happened, but you also don’t need to lash out at people. We’re here for you. We want to support you, it doesn’t have to be like this, Lay.”

She was thriving off Ariana’s anger, but when she noticed that the girl had changed her demeanor, it confused Layla. Why wasn’t she wanting to fight her? She had killed somebody. Ripped them to shreds. When the fidget spinner had taken her conscience, any and all moral direction had gone out the door, but the look in Ariana’s eyes had angered the werewolf. She didn’t want to feel anything. Were the effects of the device wearing off? Surely not. She had hypnotized herself. That she could recall. But the way Frankie had left her mid conversation, earlier in the day, hadn’t felt good and those feelings were pouring into what was supposed to be an entirely different experience for her and Ariana, “Why aren’t you mad at me, Ariana? I killed a man. I ripped him apart. Limb from limb and listened to him scream and beg and plead for mercy.” Yes, Layla had done those actions, but it was before she had ever used the fidget spinner on herself. She didn’t like this. She just wanted to cause chaos and be what everyone had made her out to be; a monster. And without giving it second thought, she ran her fist through one of the nearby machines.

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion as Layla questioned why she wasn’t made at her. Ariana knew it had to be during the full moon. Something must have gone wrong with chaining herself up and she knew it was an accident. She knew how that had to weigh on her. She’d been so concerned with making sure she hurt no one and then to kill someone. Sure, she didn’t like how she was handling this, but it wasn’t something Ariana could relate to either. She’d killed someone who deserved it, who killed Celeste and intended to kill her, and she would do it again, except this time she’d do it before he ever got the chance to hurt Celeste. That didn’t matter right now though, Layla was clearly hurting, and she wondered if maybe she used the fidget spinner to help. “Why would I be mad? You didn’t do it on purpose, right,” she asked, hands fidgeting in front of her, unsure if reaching out would be welcomed, “Look, all we can do is make sure it doesn’t happ--” The sight of Layla’s fist plunging into Pac Man cut her short and she reached for her arm, trying to hold it in place. “I get that you’re upset, but you gotta chill with the property destruction before you get yourself arrested.”

Layla’s breathing was heavy. She was mad. Mad at the world. At her parents. At herself. But it just didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. At least it shouldn’t have, and then she remembered it. The fidget spinner that was lingering just in her pocket. Even in all the destruction she had caused, she didn’t want to be alone, and maybe she didn’t have to be. Jerking her hand away, refusing to listen to her friend, she pulled out the device, “Sorry, but not sorry, Ariana. It’s never fun when you have to play alone.” Holding it up, she flicked the toy with the hopes that she could hypnotize the other wolf, but she had to remember not to watch it herself or all her hard work would be for not.

Every suspicion Ariana had about the fidget spinner was confirmed when she spoke and pulled the fidget spinner out of her pocket. Absolutely the fuck not. She’d just barely avoided herself or Ulfric arrested for murder. She wasn’t about to be under the control of Layla and a damn fidget spinner. Her eyes immediately averted away from the spinner, making sure it didn’t draw her in, and she lunged on Layla, bringing her down to the ground. “I knew it,” she growled, trying to pin the other wolf down and grab the spinner from her hands, “Give me that fucking thing.”

She kept her eyes clear fighting the urge to look at it, but when Ariana caught on and shoved her to the ground, Layla growled, “No!!!!” Gripping it tightly, while the other wolf tried to pull it from her hands, she fought back, “Let. Go. Ariana!!! This is the only thing I have giving me any fucking reason for still being here!” The words slipped out. Deep down in her heart, the day she did it, Layla was crashing. With the way Frankie had come to see her, and the feeling of never being able to get past killing a man, the fidget spinner had been a last resort, before thinking about other means. Refusing to let go, she gave Ari a good hard shove in hopes that it would get the young wolf off her.

Of course, she couldn’t make this easy. Ariana didn’t want to fight her for it, but it was looking like she’d have to. When Layla said it was the only thing keeping her here, Ariana felt a surge of both heartbreak and anger hitting her. She hated that Layla was going through all of this but running away from what you were feeling was never the answer. Plus, what she was doing was destructive and dangerous to others if Blanche and her car were any evidence. She growled as Layla pushed her off her and immediately lunged again, but missed and hit the pinball machine instead, sending it toppling over. “You think you’re the only one hurting right now? Come on, Layla,” she jumped up off the ground, adrenaline making her ignore the pain in her side, “You can’t just use this thing to run away from your emotions and take me down with you. Give it to me.” She did her best to back Layla into a corner, pushing her toward the back of the arcade where the security guard wouldn’t see them.

When Ariana was off her, Layla scrambled to her feet, the fidget spinner tight in her grip. She wasn’t going to give it up. It was like a drug she never knew she had needed. However, the pinball machine hitting the ground made her jump back. With adrenaline racing through her veins, she was getting exactly what she had wanted; a fight with Ariana, but it felt different. It felt off. She had wanted to start some chaos. Not chaos with a purpose. But before she could even think of leaving, she felt Ariana pushing her away from the exit and towards the back wall, “But that’s just it, Little Wolf. I don’t feel anything. And you could have that too, if you’d just let me use-” Before she could say anything, she felt her feet get tripped up, and Layla went falling backwards into the Street Fighter machine, her head hitting the control panel pretty hard, along with her hand containing the toy. Unable to hold onto it, the fidget spinner flew out and slid under one of the machines nearby. In a daze, she slowly looked around for where the device had gone but couldn’t find it.

As much as she wanted to listen to Ulfric and try to understand, Ariana was fuming. Her features were etched in a glare and her fists were up, ready to continue fighting. Maybe having no feelings felt like the right answer for Layla, even though it clearly fucking wasn’t, but Ariana didn’t want her own feelings taken away. Already, there were so many days where her grief felt crippling, but it was hers and she wanted to feel it. And she wanted to feel the love, the anger, the joy, and the hope that life still had to offer. “No,” she retorted firmly, “I want to feel this. This and everything else. You can’t take that from me, and you shouldn’t be taking it from yourself.” Her eyes lit up as Layla fell back with her shove and dropped the fidget spinner. She propelled herself forward, using the advantage of her small frame to wedge herself between machines so she could reach for the fidget spinner. With it in hand, she intended on crushing it, but she felt herself being pulled out from the small space she squeezed herself into.

Coming to her senses, she watched as Ariana squeezed into the space where the fidget spinner was. Scrambling to her knees, she reached out and grabbed the girl’s leg. Digging claws in, she made sure the grip on Ari was tight, but as the fidget spinner was on the verge of being crushed, Layla faltered feeling an immense amount of pain shoot through her head of all the guilt she was facing if the toy was destroyed. Letting out a howl, she knew what the other wolf was trying to do. Pushing through the pain, she yanked Ariana out and crawled up on top of her towards the girl’s hand. Without holding back, Layla produced fangs and bit down on the brunette’s arm to get her to release the toy.

Ariana let out a yelp of pain as she felt claws digging into her leg. “Bitch,” she grumbled, trying to fight being dragged out from between the machines and keeping her fist clenched tightly around the fidget spinner. The howl Layla let out definitely had the attention now on them. Fuck. Layla was on top of her now and she couldn’t exactly throw a punch without risking giving up the fidget spinner. Without a beat, she thrusted her head forward, colliding it into Layla’s face. It left her own head throbbing and Layla’s nose bleeding. She kept the spinner clenched in her left fist as she tried to crush it in her palms. The teeth sinking into her arms caused her to loosen her grip and drop the damn spinner. “Layla, stop,” she groaned, trying to grab the spinner before she could reach it again.

The headbutt came as a shock and left tears in her eyes and her nose throbbing fiercely as Layla released Ariana’s arm from her mouth, “You fucking bitch! I think you broke my nose!” Trying to shake off the pain, she could feel blood coming out of her nose leaving her stunned. However, through clouded eyes, she saw the light reflecting off the fidget spinner. Launching herself onto it, she grabbed the toy and felt relief come over her tense body, “I’m sorry, Little Wolf, but no. This is my only lifeline, and the only way I’m gonna survive.” There was an ounce of humanity in her voice, possibly as a result of the cracked device. Pulling her arm up to her bleeding face, she looked at the toy before looking at Ariana one last time. Slowly getting to her feet with the assist of a nearby gaming machine, she took off towards the front door.

With Layla heading toward the door and the guy running the prize counter quickly approaching, Ariana leapt off the floor, her leg still searing in pain from the wound Layla’s claws left. She rushed out the door, but Layla had been too quick, and she was beginning to feel lightheaded. The trail of blood she left behind her was indication that she probably shouldn’t be walking home or chasing anyone right now. She groaned and suppressed the urge to cry. She hadn’t loved that she’d been right or that Layla was still putting herself in danger with that thing. She hobbled away from Quarter in case the cops showed up and tucked herself quietly into an alley. She’d get Ulfric to pick her up. For now, she ripped part of her shirt so she could apply pressure to the bleeding claw marks on her leg. This girls’ night out had been far from successful.

#para: secrets don't make friends #letsbenditlikebennett #saga: the dark side #wickedswriting

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February 2020

I managed to use my iPad as a second monitor for my computer. So tech savvy. Yay me!

Joking about developing a sex-based cardio programme with Manu. Powerfucking! Might help against aggression as well.

A late night phone call with Tom. Not saying much.

Making a huge pot of my grandmother’s signature veggie stew.

More Bon Appétit test kitchen videos. Chris recreating tacos. Claire making Ben&Jerry’s. Priya making her mum’s Indian curries.

Writing a letter to Lena. Drawing upside down bats (which makes them look like they’re having a wicked dance-off). Just the act of writing. I thoroughly enjoy looking at my handwriting.

Using the Salted Coconut handscrub by Lush. Especially now that I wash my hands so often when we’re working with clay at school. I feel like the peeling triggers some pressure points on my palms.

That Saturday productivity high. Cooking and preparing heaps of stuff, cleaning the windows, doing laundry.

Painting my nails like an expressionist artist.

Some portrait studies. Accidentally drawing Sirius Black.

Being really motivated to improve my Spanish. Working with Lorena, the Duolingo app and even starting my own grammar/vocabulary book.

This ultra quirky ASMR video. Also: watching videos with Erin an her boyfriend Chris. It’s amazing how well they work together. How you can almost feel their connection, how similar they are.

Carrot cake oats.

Seeing the The Darkness live again, this time with Margit. Justin’s outfit and personality, singing along, especially to Time of my Life, the band’s traditional first song after the show.

Meeting Chris. Having a Bramblette cocktail at Pusser’s. I like that place. Feels very old-timey with a rowing boat right under the ceiling. We made out in front of a tiger slide in a toy store window on our way to the next bar.

Peeling fresh carrots.

Pickling onions and making kimchi. My fermentation game is strong these days!

Looking through Dominik’s sketchbook. I loved the tree whose bark resembled a mole burrow with its underground tunnel system.

The flu. Yes, really. Fewer pupils at school. Quiet times. I’m actually surprisingly healthy. I’d guess my probiotics must play a role here… Who knows.

More sourdough experiments. Writing about it (DELICACY - a haiku. Oven-warm sourdough / salted butter, alpine cheese / and a strawberry).

Finding a really interesting list of SanFran hippie era book recommendations at the end of Robin Sloan’s Ajax Penumbra: 1969. In the mood to read Maya Angelou, Tom Wolfe, Jack Kerouac, Richard Brautigan.

Even more beautiful books: I really enjoyed Die weiße Stadt by Karolina Ramqvist, a feminist author from Sweden, and the graphic novel version of To Kill a Mockingbird. But two books that literally (well, figuratively obviously) blew my mind were Circe by Madeline Miller (mythology, loneliness, animals and plants, magic and monsters, some desperate kind of feminism, independence and strength) and Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo (magical realms, university setting, psychological depth, unexpected twists and turns). I haven’t read anything comparable in a very long time and I desperately hope that there’s more to come from these authors.

A beach collecting all the world’s single socks in The Magicians. Oh and of course seeing them break the moon. What a sight. The show is super confusing, obnoxious and absolutely fabulous at the same time. Best example: the Freaky Friday szene in which Margo and Eliot switch bodies. I love how the actors took on each other’s speech patterns and behaviour.

A new addition to my colour vocabular: celadon (a greyish green; there is a type of ceramics you’ll only see in this colour which is not surprising since the shade provides such an interesting contrast to the the earthy, rusty orange of burnt clay.)

Manu telling me that he had rarely seen people with more joy in their eyes than me (“Ich habe schon Freude in deinen Augen gesehen! So ein Leuchten kann man nicht simulieren.”) after complaining about being bored and lifeless. / Making curry with or, well, for him the other night. Drinking Liqueur 43 with cinnamon and milk. Playing the Jackbox party games for which you can use your phone as a controller.

Finding myself in a well-known sitation from the past. Lying in Frank’s bed in the early morning hours, not that tired yet, when he starts talking about his life and his depression. In English, obviously, because that’s our emotional filter. Relating, since I feel quite similar. Coming up with a suggestion for a reciprocal support system. Let’s see what we can do for each other.

Looking at travel photographs. The sea, the cenotes. Longing to go back to Mexico or Australia. Diving. Taking it all in.

Dreaming of my grandmother talking about her biggest regrets in life. Weirdly she was in a little bundle under a coffee table, much like Voldemort in the last Harry Potter movie.

My weird, weird brain. How both pleasure and pain enhance my sense of smell and increase my brain activity, almost causing hallucinations and fixations on ideas. Like geometric shapes in gloomy off-colours and a beige silicon-like surface the other night. All I could think of was a benchscraper.

Blue eyeliner.

Brainstorming three-letter-words with Frank since I’m thinking of getting personalised Nike Blazers. Sad cat. Yes but. Dat ass. Why tho.

Flying squirrels. Watching them wobble through the air. How they look like cute exhibitionist when they’re extending their limbs and thus stretching their, well, let’s just call it wings.

The fact that red cabbage has an intricate pattern like brain convolutions when you cut it open.

Talking to Sonja for the first time in over two years. What a strange person. Interesting, too. At least in homeopathic doses.

Ripe strawberries and nectarines. Oh my god. I love fruit.

Meeting Eve at Pub Quiz. She identifies as female, loves swing dance, used to be an animator and I love her style. Also, I realised that really like Betty. And Dennis wasn’t mean to me for once. I love my nerd friends <3 And I learned that Starbucks was named after the first mate in Moby Dick! Also, coincidentally they asked a question about the city where To Kill a Mockingbird takes place (Maycombe, Alabama) after I had read it the week before.

Inviting Lorena to the Botanical Gardens. I always feel very happy and very much myself when I’m there. I sometimes wish I was a gardener. Lorena was late so I walked along the Spring Path outside and it might have been the first time I’ve seen a brussels sprouts plant. Inside I learned lots of Spanish words and marveled at the incredible butterflies. The huge yellow one right behind the entrance was my favourite. Its delicate feelers were fascinating.

Washing my hands at the Keg’s bathroom. Looking into the mirror. Suddenly thinking of the perfect karaoke song… Rescue Me by Bell Book and Candle! I kept singing it for days on repeat. My neighbour must hate me (nothing new here) especially since my voice is too low for the chorus.

It isn’t hard to see how such attachment patterns can undermine mental health. Both anxious and avoidant coping have been linked to a heightened risk of anxiety, depression, loneliness, eating and conduct disorders, alcohol dependence, substance abuse and hostility. The way to treat these problems, say attachment theorists, is in and through a new relationship. On this view, the good therapist becomes a temporary attachment figure, assuming the functions of a nurturing mother, repairing lost trust, restoring security, and instilling two of the key skills engendered by a normal childhood: the regulation of emotions and a healthy intimacy. // An interesting article on attachment styles and why theraphy works; it makes me want to learn more about attachment theory. This School of Life video is a nice addition as well.

That dream. About a book shop modeled after my picture of Penumbra’s 24-hour bookstore. There was an old man in a very narrow but high-ceilinged room full of books. There was no light source except for moonlight or some street lights. There were loads of stairs, very steep, leading to the back of the house. Upstairs the man would set out cat food and on the rooftop there was an old sailing boat. One day the man decided to open the door to the roof and let visitors see the ship, much like a museum; perhaps to attract customers. However, in the next night a cat-shaped ghost appeared who reminded me quite a lot of Kot Behemoth character in Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita. The ghost was not amused about the old man’s decision and took away his key, a big golden one adorned with a red ribbon.

Toasted sesame makes pretty much every dish so much better.

Watching High Fidelity with gorgeous Zoe Kravitz (I adore her effortless style and her outfits), getting in the mood for making a playlist and listening to more music in general. There are all these great songs out there I forgot about.

Remembering the xkcd storm chaser comics.

Making a wicked good batch of Pho for Tom.

Spending a nice evening with Alex at Shamrock. Singing along to American Boy by Estelle. Confirming the hypothesis that the nerdy, quiet ones usually have a freak streak. That moment in the morning. Eye contact and kegel exercises.

Karaoke with Margit and Betty. Meeting Manu’s doppelganger. Same type, looks, voice. Eerie.

Making a BA Gourmet Makes meme for Steffen after he had passed his law examps. Strangely Gaby kinda looked like him after I was done with it.

Saturday morning in bed. Reading comics and graphic novels. Fresh bedclothes, surrounded by books. Since it was February 29 I thought about leap years and asked a few friends what their inner seven-year-old would have done that day (based on the thought experiment that your birthday was on February 29 and you’d age in 4-year-steps which would divide your age by 4 obviously).

I came up with: visiting grandma / eating Cini-Minis / falling asleep with my face buried in a cat / beating my neighbour Anna at Memory / drawing while listening to a Bibi Blocksberg cassette.

Alex said he’d have been outside all day, building a snow igloo. Not noticing his mum telling him to come to dinner. If the weather had been bad he would have played with his dinosaur collection. His inner 7-year-old was a hopeless dreamer who got agitated whenever his parents had a fight. Who came home late from school every day because he forgot about time when he was talking to his friend next to a hedge with thorns that looked like tiny airplanes.

Lena said she would have been outside all day long, playing in the mud with the neighbours’ kids. Of course.

#things i love #present perfect #personal #february 2020 #february #2020

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writing-host · 5 years

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From Nightmare To Dream

It was the middle of the night and everything in Hogwarts was quiet. Everything but professor Riddle’s chambers, where she was just waking up screaming. Sitting up in bed, with her hands on her face she repeated to herself panting and trying to keep the tears at bay:

“It… it was just a nightmare, j-just a nightmare…”

But she knew it was a lie. It was not just a nightmare, but memories that continued to haunt her. Memories of her father, of the things he did to her and to everyone. Memories of the Final Battle. Memories she wished she could just obliviate from her brain.

She got up, knowing she would not be able to go back to sleep. Casting a quick tempus, she saw it was just after 3 am, so she decided to brew some coffee and read a little. While moving around to prepare what she needed, a little thought made itself known in her head.

‘If only I had someone to help me through all of this’

She paused just a second while reaching for her mug, before shaking her head and settling in an armchair. She knew perfectly well that what she wanted was impossible, that who she wanted to be with would never fall for her, not with her past. She read for at least half an hour before realizing that she has been stuck at the same page for at least ten minutes.

Closing the book she debated what to do. Sleeping was out of the question, she could try to do a reading with her runes but with how little concentration she had, it wasn’t a really good idea. Looking out of the window the option of taking a walk around the Black Lake began forming in her mind. She hesitated for a minute before deciding to change in warmer clothes, preparing to go out on the Hogwarts’ grounds.

While walking through the corridors, Amora let her mind run free. She thought about all the things that happened since she started teaching, how she had to win the trust of some people, how others didn’t care about her past and trusted her like they would any other professor. She though about the Battle of Hogwarts, what it was like fighting as a student against the man that fathered her, how no one really trusted her to have their back. She thought of her years as a student, how she tried to have few friends so she would not put anyone in danger, about those couple of people who trusted her and were too stubborn to leave her alone.

Being so absorbed in her thoughts she didn’t notice that she was already in front of the main doors. Shaking her head, as if the action would chase the memories away, she stepped out of the castle heading to the lake, relishing in the fresh air against her face.

Inside of Hogwarts, a couple of floors up, looking at the stars, was professor Corvus. He did not really need many hours of sleep nowadays and so he preferred spending the majority of the night walking through the corridors or staring at the sky from a window. Sometimes his thoughts would wonder to a certain divination professor. It seemed like he couldn’t not think about her since they first met. He was captivated and awed by her strength, especially after learning of her past. He found himself falling for her, even though he was perfectly aware of how she could never feel the same.

That night his routine was interrupted by a lonely figure making their way to the lake or worse to the Forbidden Forest. He sighed, thinking it was another student who liked to break the rules. There was a reason it was called “forbidden” and why the students could not go in there alone. Who knows how many dangerous creatures were in there. Not even seventh years had the skill to defend themselves from them, sometimes it also took more than one professor to get rid of some of them.

Sighing for the second time that night, he started walking to the main doors, hoping to catch the person before they went into the forest. The last thing he wanted to do that night was walking through the woods just to find someone.

The moon was nearly full and it’s light reflected over the lake, bathing the grounds with a milky light and creating a dreamlike atmosphere. Amora’s lonely figure was the only thing disturbing the calm scenery, cutting through the white light like a line of ink on a white sheet.

She made her way to edge of the Black Lake and sat down in front of the water. She watched the surface so perfect and still, yet hiding so many dangers.

‘A bit like me’ she thought.

Always calm and rational, but with a storm in her head. A mind so filled with doubts, fears and regrets. A mind that never stopped, not even for a minute. Even when sleeping it never left her alone for long, making her remember and relive her past, reminding Amora all the things she would like to forget.

She listened to the forest, the sound the wind made when passing through the trees, the sound of boots on dead leaves and the silence of the animals. Wait. Boots? Was there a student in the forest so late at night? She got up quickly and made her way to the first trees calling out for whoever was in there.

“Who is there? It’s past 4 am, what are you doing out of bed and in the forest?”

Just as she was making her way through some of the vegetation a spell came flying at her. She jumped out of the way just in time, regaining her footing immediately and drawing her wand to prepare for what seemed like to be an inevitable fight.

“Look who we have here. The traitor daughter. You should have stood behind your father not against him!”

A man dressed in a black cloak with a hood covering his face came out. He was quite tall and his voice was full of malicious intent and hatred. He was obviously a Death Eater, or at least a sympathizer of their cause.

“Who are you? And what do you want?”

He smirked and started laughing maniacally. Amora looked at him suspiciously, being careful of his every move. When his laugh dropped to a giggle, he shook his head as if what she asked was stupid.

“What I want? Well that should be obvious; I want to finish my Lord’s work and take the wizarding world into a new era where only real wizards and witches can use magic. But first I want to offer you a deal: join me and the rest of the Death Eater and you will be treated as our queen. What do you say?”

Amora looked at him like he was crazy. As if she would ever accept such an offer. As if she would betray all of her friends like that. She swore to never be like her father and she was not going to break that oath now.

“You can go to hell with all of your beliefs for all I care!”

She didn’t wait for him to answer before sending a stunner his way. He put up a protective shield before answering with a dark curse. And so the battle began. Curse after curse went flying against the trees, against shields and some against the two opponents.

Just as her last protective spell went out, Amora was hit in the chest and sent flying a couple of feet backwards until she knocked into a tree. Crumpling to the ground in pain, she tried to reach for her wand, but before she could grab it a hand wrapped around her throat lifting her up to his eye level.

“You know, I thought you would last a lot more with who your father was, but it seems like being with the light side made you weak just like the lot of them. You could have been great if only you had accepted my proposal. Oh well. See you in hell.”

Just as his wand touched her temple and she prepared herself for the inevitable, a spell sent him tumbling several feet away. She fell to the floor, grabbing her wand immediately just as the person who had arrived went to help her up.

“Are you okay professor Riddle?”

Amora accepted Corvus hand, standing up and cleaning a bit of blood from her lip.

“Yes. Thank you.”

They both turned towards the enemy, that in the meantime got up. They prepared to fight again but before they could send even one hex the man started talking.

“Well, it seems like we are finished here for now. It’s a shame really, but if you want to remain on the wrong side of this war, it’s your choice and it will be your death sentence Serpentina. Next time your little pet vampire won’t be able to save you.”

With that the Death Eater disappeared away, leaving the two professors alone and confused. How many nights had he already been in the forest before or was this the first one? How could he enter Hogwarts’ grounds with the anti dark wizards wards that were set up? What did he plan to do?

Corvus turned towards Amora, finding her still looking at where the Death Eater was just a minute early with a surprised face. He noticed a couple of little cuts on her cheeks and the starting of a bruise on her neck, where the man had been nearly choking her. He gently put a hand on her shoulder, making her jump a little.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Let’s go back to the castle, you need to go to the infirmary.”

“No, I’m okay. I just need to sleep.”

“If you don’t want to go to the nurse at least let me look at your wounds. I can treat them.”

“Alright. Lets go.” she sighed.

She didn’t really want anyone looking at the couple of scratches she got. She was a bit embarrassed that she had needed saving, usually she was a lot more alert during a duel. But something about that man didn’t feel right. Plus how could he know that name?

They started walking back to the castle, both lost in their thoughts. Just as they were reaching the entrance doors, Corvus noticed how Amora was having a little difficulty walking, favouring her right leg to the left one. Shaking his head at her stubbornness, he slipped his arm under her right one to help support her weight.

“You know that if you need help you can ask right? I won’t find you weak if you do.”

She looked away, nodding slightly to let him know she heard him. She really hoped he did not see the blush spreading on her face. That would be awkward to explain.

They went on walking, soon finding themselves crossing the corridors until they arrived at Corvus chambers. He made her sit down on the couch of his office while he went to collect a salve for the bruise around her neck.

She looked around, noticing how different it was from her own. She could see muggle stuff everywhere; on the desk, on the shelves, even on the coffee table in front of her. She recognized maybe half of those things. While she was still engrossed in everything, Corvus came back with the needed supplies and sat down next to her. He gently grasped her chin, moving her head to the side so he could see her neck better.

“So, would you like to tell me why you were out so late?” he asked just as he started massaging the salve on her skin.

She looked to the side, sighing a little, before answering: “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I decided to walk a little. I certainly didn’t expect to find myself in a fight with a Death Eater.”

He worked in silence for a bit, before making more questions: “Does it happen a lot? That you can’t sleep I mean.”

“Sometimes. Not every night, but at least three times a week.” she paused for a second before looking at him puzzled and saying: “What were you doing out tonight? Like how did you make it just in time to save me?”

“Well I don’t sleep all that much, so I walk through the corridors a lot. I saw you from a window making your way to the lake. Thinking that you were a student I decided to come see what they were doing. And I’m really glad I did. I don’t know what I would have done if you had died tonight.”

Amora saw him blush a little while still keeping a serious face. Her heart skipped a beat. Could he be? No, it could not be.

“It wouldn’t change all that much. It would hurt at first, but then things would go back to normal.”

He grabbed her chin, making her look in his eyes, seeing the seriousness in them: “It would never, never, go back to normal. If you died nothing would be the same any more. I would not be the same any more. I care about you a lot and I would be devastated if something happened to you and I could do nothing to help. So don’t ever think that nothing would change if you were to die.”

She was speechless. She could not believe her ears. He really cared about her that much? She did not know she had all that impact on him. That if she died it would change everything for him.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes: “You really care for me?”

“Yes. How could I not? I have cared for you since we got to know each other when you arrived. And that care may have grow into feelings for you. Feelings that are more than just friendship.”

He looked away, scared of her answer, not wanting to be rejected and not knowing why he said all of that. He felt a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards hers, and then he felt soft lips against his. Surprised eyes, looked at a smiling face.

“I have feelings for you too. I didn’t think that you felt the same. I always thought that it would be impossible to be with you.”

They smiled at each other before kissing again and again. Who would have thought that a night that started with a nightmare, could end with the fulfilling of a dream?

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