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nevereverlandboys · 3 years

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Drunken in charge

A/N: So I already posted this on wattpad a while ago. I was busy with learning for my exam, but now I finally managed to edit everything so I can post it on tumblr for those who don't read in wattpad

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Pairing: Ouat Felix x Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, consuming of alcohol, swearing, really unrealistic sex scene lol, unprotected sex

Summary: Felix is being left in charge for the camp while Pan is absent, so games are off along with every other game. What is there else to do than drink? The second in command uses this opportunity to finally get closer to the reader after being so distant for a long time.

word count: 9968

The Island was harsh and cruel to everyone in an unfair but equal way. Even though the lost boys lived free on Neverland, they still were ruled by the mischievous leader named Peter Pan. Each of them had their own suffering they would not mention to anyone, rather feel the pain alone and the loneliness followed them with every step. But if someone caught Y/N's eye the most, it was the quiet second in command, Felix. He always stayed close to his leader and would always follow his command. His cold facade never told her a single thought, making him special in his own way. He would leave the girl alone and only joined her on missions, but even then, the second in command would remain quiet. Pan on the other hand, tormented Y/N with thousands of useless tasks, while the lost boys worked on their own duties that seemed to make way more fun. No matter how hard she tried, Y/N would never fit in the group of lost boys, their name alone excluded her. None of them treated her fair, always left her out and acted like she was their servant. At first, the boys all seemed curious, and also a little intrigued about her appearance. They wondered why the shadow brought a girl to Neverland and if she would stay forever or just for a while. Their vicious behavior scared her off the first days, keeping her distance in a small tent. There was nothing special about Y/N, and she wondered why Pan brought her here from the beginning. Soon they boys learned that as well, treating her harshly like everybody else. They mocked her for being too weak, being too emotional,- they mocked her for not being a boy. After a while Y/N stopped asking questions and simply agreed to her new life. There were many good things to mention, nothing here was all bad. No one cared about her exploring the island during the day, at least if she did not go too far. If she wanted to cook for herself, there was no one in the way, and if she wanted to read in her tent, they would not enter- also because she was definitely sure Pan forbat it. The lost boy's feared and loved their leader at the same time, the way he let them live the free life they always wanted and not even seeing how dangerous it could be had convinced them. Y/N had distanced herself from them and their cruelty, rarely appeared to any big occasion and rather traveled along the river that ran it's way through the meadow and pastures. It was a surprise when one boy asked her one day to join a game, leaving her startled and unable to answer since no one ever really attempted to talk to the girl. It woke a piece of hope inside her, some of the younger boys already liked Y/N, yet, there was always something suspicious around the older ones.

"C'mon!" The thin boy yelled excitedly and waved his hands through the air, gesturing to follow him.

"This will be fun!"

Y/N avoided the demanding boy and tilted her head while her eyes wandered through the group before they stopped at the second in command, his eyes already burning on her skin when she detected him on his log, not far. His gaze made her nervous, uncomfortable and she questioned the decision to join the game. Something inside her shook the thought off, that Felix would approach her one day for some other reason than Pan made him, or that he would ask her to join a game.

"No…" Y/N answered nervously and looked back to the lost boy, trying to ignore Felix in the back. She did not trust that boy the slightest.

"I have to clean the kitchen." She lied and dropped her gaze to the ground. The boy left as quickly as he came, not even trying to convince her further as if the interest was faked like everything else on this Island. After a while she sat alone in silence, watching the smaller boys play with sticks and some older ones preparing some meat and stickbread for the bonfire. The feeling of being watched did not let go. Y/N tried her best not to look suspicious and quickly let her eyes wander further when she found the guilty boy, Felix.

Why is he still staring at me?

She never found out. The boy stayed exactly where he was and so did Y/N. He would constantly steal a glimpse and for a moment goosebumps spread all over her body, as butterflies rumbled in her stomach. A few days went on and she had catched the second in command staring at her over and over again. Whenever she looked at him, he quickly shifted his eyes somewhere in hope not to be catched. Sitting at the dining table she would catch him, when she did the laundry or cooked in the humble kitchen. The lost boy woke some curiosity inside the girl, the urgent need to know why he would always steal a glimpse, whenever she walked by. He never slipped a nasty comment, definitely strange compared to the other lost boys and their vivid temper. He never approached her or tried to keep up a conversation either. As soon as the sun went down, Pan appeared in front of Y/N's tent, calling her to come out and get some firewood. His second in command stood not far, leaning against the bark of a tree and chewing on a toothpick. He didn't need to wait for his leader's command, already knowing he had to join her.

"Be quick." Pan ordered sternly, pressing his brows together before strutting back to the other boys. Her eyes instantly shifted over to the lanky, blonde boy, a smirk plastered on his pale face. If Pan knew that this was not a good idea? Felix turned on his heels and led the way through the trees uphill where the bushes covered the edges down to the abyss, not looking back once.

"C'mon, girlie." He said.

'Don't call me that!' She snapped back and paced up. The lost boy's camp disappeared on the ground, the higher Y/N followed the path before Felix stopped in front of a dark forest, the leaves swallowing every light before it could touch the ground.

"Princess." Felix corrected cockily, watching her step between the trees. She started to blush and was unable to say something, so she decided to simply ignore the giant boy's nickname for her, no matter how flattering his words seemed. She tried to act tough, tougher than she actually was, in hope he would recognise it.

"How in the hell should we get wood in the dark?' Y/N mumbled as she stared into the pitch black.

"Are you scared?" Felix teased and gave her a smirk. His voice was deep and rough, unsettling but still going like honey through her ears. The girl scoffed at him and rolled her eyes, then led the way with firm steps, not even seeing the ground and suddenly tripping over into a mess of wood.

"Fuck!" She hissed and held her hands to check the unbruised skin. The lost boy started to laugh darkly to himself, before he stepped closer.

"This wood is full of chunks." Felix explained and bent down to pick up the wood. Y/N rose to her feet and grabbed some wood, not saying another word. Felix remained silent as well, heading with heavy back to the camp. After a while he stopped and turned, watched if she could catch up and continued when the girl was close enough. All the time she wanted to talk to him, using the moment all alone with him, but as she hurried to follow the second in command, no single idea for a conversation came to her mind. It was like someone wiped every thought away and replaced it with the heavy drumming of her heartbeat. As soon as she reached the clearing, Felix dropped the wood onto the ground and left them for the other boys to take care of it. Her chunks landed right next to his and she paced up to catch up with the gloomy second in command, when a tight grip on the girl's wrist stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Y/N tilted her head and faced Dave, a tall chubby boy with messy brown hair, his eyes dark and soft like marbles. The lost boy looked like a bear, warm and welcoming, nevertheless it were his words that often scared her off. He only had nasty comments for Y/N, threats and if Pan wouldn't protect her for being a weak girl, the lost boy would probably harm her physically as well.

"The potatoes won't cook themselves!" Dave barked and pushed her harshly away before his eyes wandered over to the kitchen tent. Y/N bit her tongue to stop slipping a nasty comment, marched over to the humble kitchen and let out a growl when she saw the mess inside.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She whined as her eyes wandered over the dirty pots and Pan's, knives and forks along with every spoon. At least it was not stinking and disgusting, easy to wash, yet an avoidable effort if every boy would clean after themselves. But why should they? They had Y/N. Deciding to only clean the essential goods and shoving the other things aside, she opened a little basket with potatoes in it and placed them on the little counter. Like she expected, no one came to help her during the cooking, only one boy showed up to ask if she could hurry up. The same boy did not even thank her when she finally gave them the cooked potatoes half an hour later. The selfish behaviour of these boys was the thing Y/N hated most, more reason to focus on the second in command, the only boy who had never shown her this nasty attitude. While every other boy slowly gathered around the bonfire after they ate, Felix stayed where he was. He did not dance like the others and Y/N was not even sure if he could hear what the boys claimed to hear. Pan once said, his flute was special and the girl was supposed to hear her too. None of them had an explanation, still, it did not seem like the first time for Pan, seeing something like this.

The girl's eyes darted back to Felix, his eyes already burning on her skin and she instantly moved her head to make it look less obvious. The tempting idea of walking over to him burned inside her guts, but with all those boys around, she was like being frozen in place. The second in command never talked to her when it was not necessary, not even one muscle in his face twitched when he interacted with the others. Still, something inside Y/N pulled her towards him from the beginning, as if his attempt to block her out was even more tempting. When she distanced herself from the bonfire back to her tent, Felix stayed at his seat instead of following her like she had imagined he would do. A little disappointed she went to bed and kept twirling all her thoughts around the mysterious second in command. There were so many questions about him. No one ever understood Felix, maybe not even Pan, although they were closer to each other than no one else on this whole Island.

The following days Pan left Felix in charge, going on a mission by himself. The absence of Neverland's leader made itself noticeable first, when the lost boys stopped playing their big games and went directly to their duties, almost no words slipping from their usually loud mouths as they worked in silence. The day had started boring for everyone on it, Pan was already away for a few days, so Felix was fully in charge. Games were off, along with parties and especially dances in the evening. If Y/N could tell, the dances were the most annoying thing to the second in command, the thing he hated the most. Felix did not like the idea of taking care of anybody else but himself. So it came that even after weeks, Y/N had barely exchanged some words with him. He would simply avoid her and in case of sharing a task, just stare at her in curiosity. It was a lie to say he did not make her nervous, even when it was not in a scary way. The second in command was weird in any way and whenever he built himself up in front of her, she and broad, he made her look even shorter than she actually was. A feeling almost pleasant instead of scary. It was like something pulled her towards the cold lost boy, but the lack of courage would not let her talk to him. If he felt the same?

Felix was intimidating to look at, it was like something was wrong with his face but Y/N could never tell what. His high pitched cheeks were sharp and narrow and there was an awful scar running along his left cheek up to his brows like an 'x'. The most creepy things were his eyes though, whenever she looked into them, she was willingly drowning in a cold puddle that dragged her deeper in. They pierced her, as if he knew every secret inside the girl's head. Nevertheless, he was not ugly, rather pretty to look at. When his blonde hair hung messy over his face and the way he smelled. Whenever she walked past him, she would smell pinewood and musk. Even though he was well known for his cruelty, the lost boy never raised his hand against Y/N, nor called her nasty things like the others did. She was not even sure on how to do it anyways. Felix always looked busy or like he did not want anyone to speak to him. When she thought of it, the girl could not remember one single boy really talking to the second in command except Pan, but then again,- they only talked about plans and other secrets. He was a mystery of his own, a riddle for Y/N to solve. She glanced over to him and saw that he was carving something into a piece of wood. The lanky lost boy had distanced himself from the other boys, having his seat on a log as closest to the forest as possible. Maybe she could strike a conversation about his passion for carving? He was doing that almost everyday without talking about it and when she thought about it, she had never seen the final results. After a while, courage overcame her, so she stood up and walked slowly into Felix's direction, already noticing in the corner of her eyes the disapproving and concerned looks of some boys. They started to talk quietly to each other and she instantly knew it was about her. Their eyes burned more on Y/N's skin with each step further towards Felix, making her feel nervous and jumpy. Rolling with her eyes at them, she still marched to the lanky blonde boy, stopping when she was close enough to him. The heads of the lost boys instantly shot away, as if they felt too scared to let Felix know about their curiosity when he lifted his heavy head from his broad shoulders.

Felix's eyes darted up, his mouth shut tight and his facial expression went blank like always. His look told Y/N that he was strong, but never how he felt. She tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Unable to speak, she stared with a deadpan face back at the second in command, trying to find an excuse for her behaviour. The idea with the wood seemed so dumb suddenly and she wished she could just melt into the ground or simply disappear as the lost boy stared back at her, locking their eyes and waiting for her to say something.

"Have you seen Pan?" Y/N choked out and sounded calmer than she expected to be. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously and nodded behind him into the dark forest. Big trees hovered high up into the sky, all around the clearing, hiding every view. It was pitch black. Y/N swallowed at the sight of the dark woods and she shook her head slowly, feeling so scared of the unknown dangers. There was no reason for her to see Pan, the leader was not a pleasant person himself and the lie only made her more anxious.

"I think it wasn't important anyways." She mumbled unsure and turned around, feeling how her whole face heatened up at the fact that she talked to the mysterious second in command. Suddenly, the tall boy grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to turn and face him again.

"I'll bring you to him, if you feel scared to go alone." He said dry and rose to his feet, tall and intimidating. The girl was so small next to him, peeking up to him again as her limbs lightly started to tremble. Felix glanced down at her and again, she shook her head slowly. The girl did not know if he simply did not notice it, but when the lost boy shoved her into the pitch black, terror overcame her. What was he doing? Not daring to say a word, before the light around her vanished, she only felt the lost boy's hand on her back as he pushed her gently forwards. Her heart was pounding so hard, she feared he might feel it. Where the hell would he bring her? Where was Pan all the time?

"Don't." Y/N winced and turned on her heels, running past Felix back into the camp. The lost boy instantly jumped around and stormed after her, chasing her across the clearing towards some big trees. She tripped over one of their big roots, almost crashing down but still finding her balance. This was the moment Felix jumped at the girl, crashing down with her, his heavy weight pressing the air out of her lungs. The lost boy spun her around and pinned her arms down on the floor before she could take a sharp inhale. Y/N tried to free herself in panic, but she could not move at all, when the slender boy straddled her and held her down. The colours in Y/N's face faded away and her heart pumped wild inside her as if it were about to explode, unable to tell if she felt excited or scared. Maybe a healthy mix of both. She was sure he did not want to hurt her. Frankly, he never did.

"Why in the hell are you running from me." He asked angry, slightly confused and she thought even a bit hurt as he pressed his brows strictly together.

"Don’t hurt me." She muttered and the pale boy frowned. He loosened his grip and swiftly rose to his feet and pulled his hood back over his head, then strutted quickly away, not even giving her a last glance.

That was strange, she thought. Her heart was still beating furiously. What happened? The lost boy scared her and made her feel like burning at the same time. She took a deep breath and raised to her feet, wiping the dirt off her clothes. Felix was a strange guy and he only confused Y/N. Why did he just stand up and leave? She was not dumb and clearly could add two and two together. But it could not be that the second in command had some interest in her, why should he? The boy barely spoke to the girl, even when they had chores together. Y/N remembered one of the first days, when Pan sent them both to get some dreamshade and the tall blonde did not even let her near one of those plants, not even mentioning why. When he held the filled glasses, the boy walked a big distance between her back to camp, giving her the feeling of not being wanted. Later she had learned the dangers of it and Felix's strange behaviour now. It was an easy addition but she needed to be sure, not even knowing how to deal with this information.

If I am right.

The next day Felix clearly avoided her. Whenever he felt like she was too close, the lost boy would quickly find another place to go. She did not want to ask any of the boys about it, not wanting them to know, but it was obviously something off. They would not answer her anyways, only giving her questioning looks. After that weird situation in the evening before, the second in command completely vanished. There was no big effort to look for him and when the girl went to bed, she completely forgot about him. He had not given her any duties yet, so she took her chance and left the camp to take a shower and later gather some fruits and seeds, everything edible the Island would offer her without having to kill. She did not know how to hunt and was not sure if she could even catch an animal. Peter once told her that his best man would teach her to hunt, but Felix always seemed to be so busy that she simply never asked him to. At first she had avoided the blonde, lanky boy, not knowing his temper. He had scared her so much but now she could not stop thinking of how he had straddled her and how much she liked it. This was stupid. She barely knew Felix and still Y/N pictured herself with him in so many daydreams now. It was always easier to dream about someone and she was not crazy enough to consider anything about the rough boy. But where would he be? What is he doing right now? God, she needed to stop thinking about Felix. She was overthinking.

The time passed by and Y/N found herself at the clearing again, watching two boys fight in the distance, with a small crowd around to cheer their violence. Her eyes wandered over the whole area, searching for the second in command. He sat far away next to a few older lost boys that hollered around while drinking some rum. Since Felix would not let them do anything, the only possible solution for the boys was to drink and do stupid things that would not bother the tall scarred one. They were drinking more alcohol than any adult could ever handle. The girl's eyes shifted over the group, seeing how they stumbled and swayed around. Felix sat on a log with his own bottle of rum in his hands, he kept his distance from the other boys, observing them with a blank expression but it was visible that he was drunk, too. When he saw Y/N entering the camp, the second in command's head spun around, meeting her gaze and she could swear his face lightened up.

"Y/N!" Someone big yelled excitedly and jumped at her from the side, almost swaying her off her feet before she could even think of the name "Felix".

"Drink with us!" The chubby boy cheered with a dizzy voice. His dark, bushy eyebrows hung deep over his small eyes and he wrinkled his nose, making a nasty, slimy sound, reminding her of a mull. He was not pretty to look at, mean and vicious, sometimes insulting for no reason. He was that kind of a boy who would mock one and still complain when they did not want to be his friend.

"No, tha-"

"DRINK!" The chubby boy repeated himself more aggressively and grabbed Y/N's wrist to stop her from leaving before she could even try getting away. His fat fingers would definitely leave a mark later as she furiously tried to yank herself free.

"YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Y/N whined and buried her nails into his wrist, but the lost boy would not let go.

"It will be fun! Don't be such a lame ass." He gave back and tightened his grip. Felix, who had watched the whole scene from a distance, immediately jumped to his feet and stormed towards them, yanking the boy away and threw him violently into the mud. He gave him the most powerful kick that his anger would provoke, that the sound of the fat lost boy's scream caught everyone's attention.

"I will snap your fucking neck!" Felix threatened so calmly that the other boys would not even hear it as he pressed his jaw together, his hands forming into fists that his knuckles turned white. The chubby moonface groaned dizzy and turned onto his stomach, trying to lift himself drunkenly out of the sludge. With a closer look, Y/N understood why they all called him Piggy, instead of Mull. He turned his head confused around before he would drop back onto the ground again. The girl's eyes widened at the sight of this cruelty, even though she felt relieved and maybe a little entertained to see Piggy like this. He truly deserved it. On the other hand, she wondered why Felix came so quickly to help after he had tried his best to get out of her way. Y/N's cheeks burned up and she knew it would be the perfect moment to talk to him.

"Go." Felix said. He turned to her and shoved her gently away from the boys towards the tents. His big hand warmed her comfortably on her back, waking the butterflies in her stomach and causing her to shiver. The second in command rested one one of his arms on the girl's shoulder to keep his balance as he swayed between the tall bushes forwards between the trees.

"You should go to sleep." The lost boy said huskily, stopping in front of her tent, his grey eyes staring at the closed curtains. The excitement inside Y/N turned into disappointment when she saw where this actually went, so she stared irritated at the tent as Felix pulled his arm away and stepped away, slowly heading back.

"I am not tired!" Y/N gave back and knitted her brows together, confused why he just left her now. He could have stayed at the camp instead of joining her in the first place. Why come all this way up here? Felix's head spun around before turning back to stop right in front of the girl. He bent down to face her and made it possible to smell the alcohol in his breath as she stared into his gray eyes illuminated by the pale moonlight. The messy, ashen hair hung half over his face,- Y/N liked so many things about him and right now he was so perfect. He has never been that close before, except when he had tackled her.

"The boys aren't so well behaved," The second in command snickered. "Especially not in that state."

Y/N giggled when she thought of Felix acting like he was a good boy, after all those terrible things he did. There was a reason why he was second in command of this brutal gang and he proved it by the way he treated Piggy.

"And you're not?" She gave back quite bravely, raising an eyebrow cockily. Felix chuckled low to himself, slightly shaking his head before he gave her a smirk, showing his white palette of perfectly lined up teeth.

"If you want me to," Felix purred and wiggled with his brows. "I'll be whatever you want."

The girl felt goosebumps spread all over her body at his words and for a moment, she just stared speechless back at him, unable to say a word and wanting nothing more than kissing those pink lips. Felix was drunk, he could not think straight and definitely did not mean what he said. The lost boy's breath tickled hers and she noticed how close he was and how she just had to lean in, to steal a kiss. There was no way she would risk it, well aware that Pan loved games and she could not let the thought go, his best man would love them as well.

"Do you have any suggestions?" She asked as her nose touched his, her lips almost on his as she gently ran her hands over his chest. Felix ignored the question, moving instinctively and rough, grabbing Y/N's neck and pulling her in to close the distance between their mouths. His tongue was warm and tasted like liquor, still it did not bother her at all, when he vividly explored the inside of her mouth. Felix's hands vanished under her hair, grabbing her head and pressing the girl firmer against him while his intoxicated mind led his actions. Y/N gasped surprised into the kiss, not expecting him to do this even though it was what she wished for. Felix was way taller than her and for the moment he was forced to bend down at her height, holding her in his broad arms that pressed her tightly against his chest. When Felix’s pulled away, his eyes were still shut and he ran his thumb over Y/N's lips, licking his own and let out a gasp when he realised that he did not only imagined to do that. Then his eyes widened and she could see that he realised for the first time what just happened, what he just did.

"Sorry…" Felix mumbled unbelievingly and shook his head with widened eyes. He pushed her harshly away and rose to his feet, quickly checking full terror if someone had watched it.

"I was-" Felix spoke hoarse and slowly took a step back, then another one, a few more, until he turned on his heels and sprinted quickly away, not finishing what he tried to say.

Y/N stood there for a moment as if she were stuck in place, not able to process what just happened. With a swift movement she stormed through the curtains of her tent towards her bed to hide under the covers. She grabbed a pillow, held it against her face and screamed inside it. It was hard to tell if she felt excited or embarrassed. Felix kissed her, so why should she be worried about something? Maybe it was a test and she failed? Hell no, that would be some serious bullshit if that were the first explanation and she had seen his reaction. The way he held her and how he tasted heatened her up. Every cell inside her body craved for more.

No, what are you doing, she thought and shook her head, replaying that scenario in her head over and over again like a broken record. With a swift move she rolled onto her back and stared up at the curtain ceiling, hoping to find an answer to what her next step could be. If the lost boys would find out, they would never stop talking about it, maybe even start to think she was easy to have. Y/N gulped and squinted her eyes at the thought of them all trying to hit on her. Felix was different though. He was tall and intimidating, his cold stare would pierce through her with a burning desire and his smell intoxicated her mind. Whenever he was around, she could barely think straight, desperately wanting to figure out what laid beneath that cold facade. Never in a thousand years, she could have guessed that he liked her back. On the other hand, he was not able to make proper decisions drunkenly and maybe Y/N was encouraging herself too much. There was almost nothing she knew about the tall boy and falling for him that fast could only harm herself in the end.

Y/N closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips, touching them, while imaging to feel Felix's on them again and remember what they tasted like. The second in command barely spoke to her and now that? There was definitely more behind it. It had to. Her other hand slowly wandered over her stomach to pull up the dress, slipping a finger inside to play with herself. It was not the first time she thought of him while touching herself, but this time something was off. Deep inside her something stopped Y/N, no matter how aroused she already was. She needed to talk to Felix. Under no circumstances she would let him ignore her for days again. Yanking the blanket away, Y/N jumped out of the bed and eagerly left the tent, turning her head furiously around to find the tall boy. He did not sit next to the others anymore and when she walked downhill to his cabin, she could feel her heart pumping furiously inside her chest. The girl stopped in front of the wooden door to knock and when no one answered she knocked again.

"Felix!" She tried to be as loud as she could be while still not attracting someone else's attention. There was still no answer and she felt dumb for even thinking it was as easy as this to find him after the previous events. He could not be far, the lost boys still needed someone who had an eye on them before someone could get hurt. Their hollering was still audible and the bonfire in the distance let Y/N see a few of them behind the bushes. For a moment she thought of going back to the clearing again, hoping to find Felix there, but the thought of meeting Piggy alone now was no good.

"Y/N." The girl suddenly heard Felix’s raspy voice behind her and she turned dazzled around, the warmest smile sitting on her lips.

Felix swayed dizzily into her direction, closing the gap between them two while he tried to keep his balance. The lost boy's head was too high up, making it impossible to steal a kiss from him now.

"What are you doing here? I told you to sleep." He asked nervously and pulled her away from his cabin towards the trees, his head constantly turning to look if someone watched. When he placed his hand on the girl's back again, his touch sent electric waves through her spine and she wondered how his slender finger would feel on her bare skin.

"Did you drink more?" She asked, noticing how he swayed more and the second in command vividly shook his head in response, grinning like a small boy on a sunny day.

"You have."

"No."

"Yes."

"Uh-Uh."

"I can cleanly tell-"

"I am-," Felix grabbed Y/N gently by the back of her neck and pulled her in, his face coming closer again. "-Not. Drunk."

She started to laugh and leaned into his grip, bringing her own hand up to touch his scar. Felix's blue eyes melted when he felt her fingers, closing them and relaxing as her touch traced as light as a feather down his skin. He relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the touch on his scarred skin, before he suddenly woke out of trance.

"The boys better not see us." He cleared his throat and broke apart, letting go of her.

"No one saw us, Felix." His name echoed through the dark forest like honey and Y/N grabbed his hand tight- she was way smaller than his. The girl felt Felix's breath in her face, how his nose almost touched hers and before he could do anything she had already closed the gap between them two, pressing her lips against his. Felix moaned surprised into her mouth but instantly grabbed her cheeks and slid his tongue inside. She could still taste the liquor and wondered if she might have taken advantage of this situation. The tall boy's moans told her otherwise. He moved his hands slowly towards the girl's waist down to her ass, cupping it rough while her smell intoxicated his senses.

"We shouldn't." He whispered and she heard him move even though it was too dark to see. Nevertheless Felix pressed himself harder against her and she felt through his pants how hard he already was from only kissing.

"Why not." She breathed against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

"The boys," Felix said, his eyes rolling back with a soft moan when he felt her tongue on his throat. It was enough to convince the second in command, his fingers wandered over her delicate body, burying them inside her tender flesh. It's been a long time since someone touched Y/N and she could not resist the lost boy's demanding hands. He lifted her dress and wandered with his palm over her skin to the rim of the underwear, enjoying the small moans when his fingers wandered further to her inner thigh, drawing invisible circles on it.

"Felix…" His grip tightened when he heard the girl purr his sweet name in the most delicious way and he almost could not hold himself back to tear her clothes off right at this place. The lost boy dared to slip one of his fingers inside Y/N's panties and when she did not complain, he pushed his slender index inside of her, feeling how her soft walls tightened around him. If Felix had not realised it earlier, he knew at least by now how much she craved him when he felt how wet she already was. Y/N let out a gasp when he started to push his long finger in and out of her, causing the girl's legs to tremble and her knees to shiver in excitement. She closed her eyes, giving up trying to see something in the dark as she melted into Felix's arms, her face sliding down onto his shoulder. She found her balance by grabbing the lost boy's leg and then she realised that he was kneeling in front of her. Y/N was actually glad that the surroundings were pitch black, feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment from her uncontrollable sweet moans. Before she would absolutely lose her mind, the girl managed to push the lost boy slightly away from her while her hands moved down to his belt. Her fingertips ran over the leather and the lost boy instantly frowned at her touch, his whole body stiffened and he stopped moving for a second.

"W-wait." He stammered, the adrenaline pushing the dizziness of the alcohol away. "I-I… never…" he continued and stopped, his hands wrapped around Y/N's wrist, insecurities overwhelming him as he held her in a safe distance. Now she really wished to see his face, well aware that he must look like earlier when he kissed her, startled and somehow shy.

"Well," she replied after a small pause, her voice echoing clear through the night, "Neither have I."

There was an awkward silence between them two and if the lost boy would not hold her by her hips, she would probably believe he was gone by now. The second in command was embarrassed for no reason, what did he fear? Y/N had no clue how to do this and if she was honest, it was way more appealing that Felix was a virgin, too, even though she did not expect that. All the time she thought he was so confident and now he was so vulnerable to her. The lost boy still did not speak, so she bent into another kiss, hoping to catch his lips in the dark. Felix gasped when he felt her lips on his scar and pulled the girl back in. This was good, they did not need to talk- should not talk. It would only make this weird. Talking would come naturally. Felix grabbed Y/N's hands gently and brought them back to his belt for her to continue what she had started. She let her fingers trail over the leather to his buckle to open it, enjoying the moment when she opened the button of his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. The lost boy moaned inside her mouth when she slid her hand into his pants, pumping his hardened cock as best as the tight cotton would allow her to. Felix noticed her struggle and broke apart from the kiss to lift himself up and take off his clothes. Y/N heard how each piece of clothing dropped onto the ground while she waited to be told to do the same.

"Should I keep my dress on or-"

"Keep it on." Felix ordered and chuckled to himself, then pulled her back against him, his cock pressing against her stomach. The lost boy let his hands slide under the girl's dress and pulled down her panties for more access, then kneeled naked in front of her while his fingers did their magic. They felt so long and strange, making Y/N wonder if she could even handle Felix's cock. He already felt so big in her hand when she touched him again, fully exposed and hardened. The lost boy lifted one of her legs over his broad shoulder and before Y/N could even figure out what he was doing, Felix pressed his tongue against her clit. She let out a surprised gasp and giggled at the ticklish sensation. The lost boy felt how tense her leg was and reached for the girl's hand, holding it and drawing invisible circles on her palm.

"Relax." He lifted his head and lightly squeezed her fingers, caressing it a little, then pushed his mouth against her slit, his hot breath warming her as his tongue slid over her clit. The comfort of his touch relaxed Y/N instantly as if the lost boy had enchanted her somehow. He pressed his rough tongue harder against her, burying his face between her legs as he ate her out. The girl could not control herself to keep her from moaning, but led the boy's pace with it, whenever something felt good. He buried his nails into the tender flesh of her thighs and with a swift move he pushed the girl down onto the ground, pushing his fingers faster into her. She could not tell which was tongue or fingers, the overflowing sensation spread inside her body up to her eyes as she felt how she got closer to her orgasm. When Felix’s jaw started to ache he broke apart, breathing heavily and leaving Y/N craving for more on the cold ground in the exact moment she would almost finish. Without saying a word the lost boy pulled himself up to her, placing some sloppy kisses on her mouth before placing his arms next to her, so that his weight would not be too much.

"I want you so much." He panted while he slowly let his thumb circle over her aroused clit.

"Felix-" She pressed her lips onto his and stroked his hardened dick and pulled his torso closer to lead him to her wet entrance. The lost boy let out an uncontrollable moan as he pressed his dick against her dripping slit that already craved him so hard, slowly gliding in to make the girl feel every piece of his mighty cock. He stayed in this position for a moment to adjust this feeling and Y/N felt herself tighten around him, excitement overwhelming her body along with the smell of the lost boy intoxicating her mind.

"Fuck!" Felix hissed as he started to move in a steady motion. His lips caught her once more, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N took a sharp breath and pushed her hand against his abdomen, when the lost boy moved, feeling like getting torn apart by him. The lost boy stopped for a moment, shoving one arm under her neck to hold her while his lips softly traced over her chest. After a short moment, Felix moved again. Y/N buried her nails into his skin and rolled her eyes back as the lost boy thrusted into her core, slowly feeling herself relaxing in this position after a few strokes. The pain faded away and she melted into Felix's body as if he was meant to hold her. The sweetest words kept unsaid, too embarrassing, too emotional, still, there was something inside them both that felt more than just enjoying sex. It was Felix who took her virginity and the thought of being the one who took his let her heart skip faster. The second in command felt like a dream,- his sweaty, hot skin pressed tight against hers, his abs flexed and hardened during every move and he was just so fucking tall. Felix moved both of his hands down and cupped her naked butt, lifting Y/N up and pressing her against the bark of a tree. He buried his fingers into her tender flesh and left a trail of kisses on her neck as far as he would reach her. The lost boy held Y/N as if she weighed nothing, pressing her body tightly against his skin. She could not resist sinking her teeth into his neck, sucking on the delicate spot until she was sure he would not leave without a mark. As soon as Felix realised what she was doing, he pulled her head back by her hair. To his own surprise, she let out a light moan, feeling even more excited from his big hand in them.

"The boys can't know." Felix purred into Y/N's ear before he licked over her neck, sinking his teeth lightly into her shoulder to hold him back from letting out another moan.

"Harder!" The girl commanded for Felix's surprise, who had already thought he was already being too rough with her. The lost boy followed the order, pressing himself tighter against her before he paced up, pumping in and out. The sudden sensation flooded Y/N's body and she knew there was something building up inside her, an indescribable feeling of being high. Felix moans got higher, sometimes even stuck in his throat and she was sure he was close too and that he desperately wanted to climax. Before she could realise it, Felix swayed them back onto the ground, gripping her ankles and pressing them against his legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck to capture the lost boy in another kiss.

"I am almost-" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. It was so dark and Y/M really wished she could see his face at this moment. Felix was so vulnerable right now and even though his moans were the most beautiful melody in her ears, just the thought of a short glimpse of his face made her feel hotter.

"Felix." She purred when he suddenly hit a spot that would not stop making her feel like being on ecstasy.

"I-." She gasped when the knot inside her stomach released and she felt her orgasm roaring through her body with thousands of tiny, electric waves. Jaw clenched and eyes pinched, Felix gave it to her in short, powerful bursts, filling her up with throbbing pumps. His abs flexed and his hands tightened around her ankles. He cursed. His body tensed, and she swore she felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he came in waves, thrusting in and out until he felt himself getting soft.

"Fuck…" Felix let her legs fall to the side as he bent to rest his head on her sweaty chest. "That was…"

She combed her fingers through his messy hair, almost out of words how incredibly good she felt. "That was something."

"Yeah." He kissed the spot between her breasts, "It was."

Felix pulled his dick out, not even seeing the mess he made but still wanting more. Neither of them wanted that night to end and for a while, Felix tried to find his clothes and Y/N thought of how she would clean herself up.

"C'mon." Felix whispered and she heard him step away.

"Wait!" Y/N called and quickly grabbed her underwear- well, the only choice right now-, cleaning herself with it, before running after the tall blonde and crashing into his back.

"Easy, love." He chuckled and grabbed her under one of his arms and strutted towards the dark in one direction, knowing this place perfectly, even drunkenly and without light.

"Where are we going?" The girl asked after what felt like an eternity for her, but in reality it was just a few minutes. The trees left some space for the moonlight now and gave her a chance to take a peak from the second in command's happy face. His cheeks were dyed a deep scarlet and his hair hung messy and full sweat down his face.

"Trust me." He said and paced a little up before he came to halt in front of a big tree, the ladder up to it vanished behind some leaves. Felix climbed up first and lifted the girl up into the tree house when reached the trap door. Felix moved towards a small night desk and lit up a candle. As soon as the light flooded the room, Y/N saw the small cot and a self-made desk under one of the closed windows.

"I built it myself." The lost boy grinned and proudly watched the awe in her face. She swirled around and looked at some little carvings that were placed on the wooden table. Some of them looked like her. When Y/N's eyes detected the little sculpture, she finally understood why she never saw the results and why he burned one earlier. The girl turned around to say something, but Felix stopped her immediately. Before she could say anything, Felix dropped down onto one knee and pulled her into a kiss. His tongue slid over her lips, begging for permission to enter. Without thinking about it, she opened her mouth and felt the lost boy's hand on her hips, pressing her against his body.

"I never thought you would like me too." Felix moaned and eagerly kissed his way down her neck, back to her face and lips, repeating the same thing on the other side and showing how hungry he still was for the girl. Felix clearly had not been touched in a while, just like Y/N, so it was quite natural that they immediately would have a moment like this sooner or later. But why Felix? What was about him that made Y/N constantly crave more, causing her to feel like an addict without his drugs, whenever his lips left hers? Her cheeks heated up and she smiled in the kiss, thinking of the previous events, how Felix's hands felt on her skin. It was special to be with him and the girl's instincts told her that it was more than just sex, that Felix wanted more, too.

"I want you again." Felix licked over his lips and looked at Y/N through half-opened eyes before he slowly melted back into another kiss, this time slow and passionate, synchronising with her while his hands moved down her hips and legs. He gently rubbed his hand against her inner thigh and wandered towards her crotch, to shove a finger inside her still wet hole. He smirked dirty when he felt his mess. Y/N wanted him so much, just like he craved her, maybe even a little more.

"I want to get naked all night long." Felix purred as he pushed his fingers inside and out of Y/N, her light moans echoing in his ears. Without further commands, the girl slipped the dress over her shoulder, letting it elegantly slide down her now exposed body. Felix's cheeks flushed up into the deepest red, his eyes admiring every sight of her that he desired for so long, and truth be told, he was in awe. When the cotton touched the floor, the lost boy grabbed for the hem of his own shirt and ripped it off, then quickly unbuttoned his pants before he crossed them with his underwear through the room. When Felix pinned her down and pulled Y/N into another kiss, he was already hard again, his hot skin burning against hers as her mind drifted off into a feeling of ecstasy. The way Felix's hands trailed down her body gave her chills once more, kept her warm and made her feel wanted.

"Pan would kill us for this." She mumbled into the kiss when the girl thought of how he protected her earlier, something he never did before and sure did not keep unnoticed to the other boys as well. It worried Y/N for a moment, thinking about how Pan always found out every secret, no matter how little it was. And this was definitely not a small secret, something that could be obvious to others. Or maybe Y/N was just paranoid.

"Relax." Felix said, frowning at her words as if the same thought had bothered him for a while now, too. "He isn't here. He won't find out."

The blonde boy rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl with him so she would straddle him. The light of the candle danced over his sharp features, letting it shine in an orange light that spread down to his muscles, constantly catching her eyes as if they were glued on him. Felix always looked beautiful in the orange light of the fire. Every night she would catch herself staring at him. He was perfect.

"You look so beautiful." Felix whispered more to himself than to her, then wiped some hair out of her face. "Unbelievable that someone like you chose someone weird like me."

Before Y/N could correct him, the second in command already captured her lips with his own, burying one hand in her hair while he kneaded one of her breasts with the other one. His words only flattered the girl and she felt the burning desire to finally be one with him again and melt into his body. Felix gasped at her touch and moaned into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his dick, slowly pumping up and down while gently rubbing at the delicate tip. His member felt long and thick in her hands, but did not scare her off like earlier. Placing the tip at her wet entrance, she slowly slid down onto him, relieved that the lost boy did not push against back,. The stretching feeling made her feel like getting torn apart all over again and she gave herself a moment to adjust to the size. The lost boy rolled his eyes back and shut them with a loud moan when he felt her walls tightened around, rubbing his thumbs against the tender flesh of her hips, when she finally started to slowly move up and down. Seeing the ruthless second in command like this was really stunning and lovely to look at. Felix's mouth was slightly agape and the muscles on his forehead were constantly twitching, moving his eyebrows constantly around. Never had Y/N seen so much emotion in his face before. She pressed her body against the lost boy and sucked at the tender part of Felix's neck. The lost boy used that moment as a chance to turn her over, holding Y/N tight in his arm, the other one holding his weight so he would not suffocate her while he was pumping in and out. Y/N moaned in ecstasy and ran her hands over his muscular back, feeling his skin against them and how his sweat dropped onto her body. She placed her legs on each side of his, clearly noticing the height difference and feeling like a delicate doll as he embraced her. Felix paced up and she rolled her eyes back when he entered in another angle to come even deeper. She never wanted this to stop and kept feeling how the lost boy filled her with his thick manhood, smelling his scent and feeling his hot skin burning against hers. Felix kissed his way down to her chest and caught one of her nipples between his lips, lightly starting to suck on them and intensing it with each time he thrusted in. These were the final strokes that caused Y/N's legs to shiver and tense up every muscle in her body as her climax roared through her whole body, up into her eyes into the back of her head. The lost boy grabbed Y/N's shoulders and when he came, too, the light of the candles danced in his beautiful, scrunched up face. It was a lie to say she did not like that view and the squeaking sound he made when Felix felt his orgasm deep inside her with throbbing pumps. Felix rolled next to the girl, trying to catch his breath and when he did so, he grabbed a towel from the bed for her.

"We could have used the bed." Y/N broke the soothing silence after a while and Felix chuckled, then nodded in agreement.

"Next time." He grinned, pulling his boxers up and placing himself back onto the ground. His eyes did not stop looking at the girl while she grabbed her dress and pulled it back over herself. For a long time they just looked at each other, laughing and giggling, kissing each other but remaining silent. This was clearly something none of them expected to happen.

"What do you see in me?" Y/N suddenly asked, caughting the lost boy off guard, his facial expression went into full confusion. It took him a moment to think about her question before he simply smiled. His eyes would always melt at her sight and in that moment she needed no words from him to realise how much he was in love with her. The lost boy pulled Y/N closer to him and placed her head against his chest, lifted her on his arms and carried her to the bed where he would let himself fall onto the soft mattress. His legs hung over the wooden frame as he gently rubbed his hands over her back while listening to the beat of his heart.

"I would never let anyone harm you." His voice was just a warm breeze on her earlobe, tickling her like a gentle kiss.

"What about Pan?" She asked after a while and took a glimpse at his relaxed face and how her question did not seem to have woken any worries inside him now. He had brushed it off earlier.

"I think, actually, he knew way before me." Felix chuckled low and shook his head unbelieving. "He gave me a chance I got wasted."

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A NEW WORLD – PART NINE

A QUIET PLACE 2 FANFIC

Pairing: Emmett x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Gore, Death, Murder, Attempted Rape, Aliens, Violence, Movie Spoilers, SMUT, etc…

DAY 764

‘Say Good Morning Mumma’ Emmett said holding up Charlotte as you came walking out of the bedroom.

‘I didn’t hear your get up. Why didn’t you wake me?’ you asked as you were still not used to Charlotte sleeping in a different room to you ever since Emmett cleared out the study room and put up a toddler bed for Charlotte.

‘I thought that you could use some extra sleep’ Emmett said as he took one of the wooden blocks away from Charlotte. You were up with Charlotte for two nights as she was teething and last night you finally managed to sleep five hours straight.

‘Not in your mouth, remember?’ Emmett said and Charlotte pouted at him, trying to get the wooden block back with her tiny little hand.

‘I asked Jeremy to pick up some children’s paracetamol and a teething toy on his run to the mainland today. Also, one of the women on the island found a baby monitor packed away in her garage. I will try and get it to work today. You might feel a bit less anxious about Charlotte being in another room if you can hear her through the monitor’ Emmett suggested as he handed you a cup of instant coffee.

‘Thank you’ you said with a warm smile and some guilt. You still haven’t told Emmett that he is Charlotte’s father. Yet, you could see an instant connection between them.

Emmett has never asked about Charlotte’s father and you never told him much about her and her birth. It was more that you could handle at the time especially since you thought that he was in a relationship with Nancy.

‘How come you and Nancy don’t share house?’ you eventually asked as you were making breakfast.

‘It’s complicated Y/N’ Emmett said, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him.

‘So, you aren’t in love with each other? Is that it?’ you asked curiously.

‘I don’t have feelings for her if this is what you mean. In fact, I believe that love in a world like this is a dangerous thing. It’s not worth it’ he said before putting his empty bowl into the sink and excusing himself.

It was obvious to you that he didn’t really want to discuss his relationship with Nancy.

***

Later that day you were invited to Nancy’s house to play cards and have some wine.

Reagan had kindly offered to babysit Charlotte that evening as Lucas and Marcus were out in the woods for the night, hunting animals for the community to eat alongside Emmett’s friend Morgan.

You had the feeling that there was something between Morgan and Evelyn, but didn’t dare to question it.

***

‘This is so strange’ you said as you took five cards from the deck and a glass of wine from the ones Nancy had poured and placed in the middle of the table.

‘Being here, on the island, you mean?’ Nancy asked and you nodded. You still struggled with the idea of being safe, of not being hungry and of having access to clean water simply to have a shower. The strangest of it all was that Charlotte’s father was with you now after you had expected to never see him again.

‘I think you just need to accept the fact that God chose you to be here. To keep you safe. It’s that simple’ Nancy said and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘I am sorry Nancy but I find it hard to believe after all the shit that has happened to me and my family and friends. I had to kill people to get here. I put a knife in the head of a close friend so that she would no longer suffer when she fell ill while we were at the bunker. I was almost raped by two men when Emmett saved me. Was all of this God’s plan for me?’ you sighed as you had lost faith many years ago.

‘Let’s not talk about faith, shall we’ Evelyn said and you all nodded in agreement quite quickly. After all, faith and believe had become a difficult topic and some people struggled more with it than others since the invasion.

‘Where is Emmett tonight?’ Adrian, one of the others, asked and Nancy rolled her eyes in response.

‘Who knows. He said that he needed space. He’s been acting strange ever since he got back from the mainland and my best guess is that he’s down by the old beach shag. That’s where he usually goes when he wants to be alone’ Nancy sighed somewhat disappointed. Clearly, Emmett has not let her into who he was and to who had become.

‘Hmm I wonder why that is?’ Evelyn said as she sipped on her glass of white wine while looking over at you with a smile.

You were surprised by the look Evelyn gave you. Did she know about you and Emmett you wondered?

***

After two games of cards, you helped Evelyn to take the empty wine bottles back to the kitchen in order to get some refills for everyone.

‘You need to tell him Y/N’ Evelyn said calmly as she started opening two more bottles of wine.

‘What do you mean?’ you whispered, looking at Evelyn with wide open eyes.

‘That Charlotte is his daughter’ she then went on to say.

‘How do you know?’ you whispered in a panic. You never had this conversation with her.

‘Lucas told me Charlotte’s birthday and he also told me that she came four weeks early and he had to help deliver her. Apparently, he is still a little freaked out about seeing his sister’s vagina’ she laughed before continuing on. ‘Emmett told me about you six months ago, about the night you spent together and how he could never tell Nora who the woman was he had been with that night. He still feels guilty about it all’ Evelyn whispered.

‘I remember when he called me the day after, telling me that what happened between us was nothing more than a mistake. But of course, he feels guilty towards Nora after all the crap she put him through that year’ you sighed, remembering how bad their relationship had become before the night in question.

‘No Y/N’ Evelyn said as she put one of her hands onto your shoulder. ‘The guilt he feels is towards you, for pushing you away the way he did after the night he had spent with you. He loved you. He probably still does’ Evelyn whispered with a smile.

‘He’s got a funny way of showing it. He had more than a month to say something to me before these things invaded our planet’ you huffed.

‘The morning after you had spent the night with Emmett, Nora called him from the hospital near her sister’s house. She was diagnosed with cancer that day. Her prognosis was good at the time but she never got the treatment she needed following the invasion. He chose his family Y/N. He had to’ Evelyn said with both of her hands on your shoulders.

‘I had no idea’ you said as your chin dropped and small tears began to form in the inside of your eyes. Emmett had never given an explanation to you as to why he acted the way he did and you immediately felt awful about what him and Nora must have been through.

‘I know. That’s why I am telling you now. You need to forgive him for what happened between you and let him be a father to Charlotte’ Evelyn said and you nodded in agreement.

There was nothing to say and, as soon as you returned to Nancy’s living room, you excused yourself.

You explained to the group that Charlotte was teething and that you were tired and wanted to get some rest. But the truth was that you had to see Emmett and clear things up once and for all.

***

As you arrived at the top of the hill which led down to the beach and the old beach shag, you could see Emmett sit on a large towel in front of a small fire place, starring at the sea.

Quietly and slowly, you made your way down the hill in between the bushes and approached Emmett from behind.

‘You scared the shit out of me Y/N’ Emmett said just after he startled as you tapped him on the shoulder.

‘I am sorry’ you smiled before kneeling down next to him.

‘What are you doing here?’ Emmett asked and, without words, you caressed his face with one of your hands and drew his lips closer towards yours.

‘This’ you whispered before your lips met in a passionate kiss.

‘Y/N, I am so sorry for…’ Emmett tried to say as your lips finally drifted apart.

‘Sshh. I know’ you said before pressing your lips back onto his one more time, even more desperate and passionate than before.

‘I love you’ you whispered after you had silenced him with your lips and, just as they parted again, he told you that he loves you too.

‘Didn’t you say that love in a world like this is a dangerous thing?’ you asked in between kisses and while your hands began to roam over each other’s bodies.

‘It is and I am afraid of it, but sometimes you can’t help it. I have loved you for years Y/N’ Emmett said, his deep blue eyes gazing into yours.

‘Oh Emmett’ you sighed, before you climbed onto his lap and pressed your lips against his again.

Your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and start dancing with yours all while he began to unbutton your blouse.

‘We are on a public beach Emmett’ you giggled as his eyes wandered over your breasts which clearly had gotten larger.

‘No one ever comes down here’ Emmett assured you before guiding you off him and pushing you onto the towel beneath him, covering the sand.

After taking off his own t-shirt, Emmett rubbed both his hands along your thighs up towards the hem of your skirt. Then he moved his hands underneath your skirt and then back down towards your knees. As his hands made another pass over your legs and under your skirt, he reached all the way to the top of your thighs and his fingers felt around for your panties. Not finding any, he looked up at you and raised his eyebrows in a playful manner.

‘Shortage of underwear on the island’ you answered his unasked question with a little smirk and a flirtatious look in your eyes.

Emmett then started exploring you with his fingers. Finding you wet and aroused, he pressed one of his fingers easily into your opening and then slid it back out and rubbed it along your pussy lips and towards your clit. He repeated this process over and over again and you let out a soft moan every time his fingers made this journey along your body. Your eyes met and you bit your lip as he continued fingering you.

‘Oh my god, that feels so good’ you whispered to him and he smiled back at you.

You certainly didn't want him to stop, but you also wanted more.

After a few more minutes of this pleasure, you pulled him on top of you and your bodies were pressed up together. You could feel Emmett's hardness straining through his jeans against your thighs and you could help but moan at the sensation.

He then pulled your mouth to his in a passionate embrace. Your breaths were shallow as your kiss deepened, his mouth practically enveloping yours.

It wasn’t long until Emmett reached between you and unzipped his jeans before pulling them down along with his briefs.

‘Fuck I want you so badly’ you whispered as you pushed up your skirt and spread your legs widely, allowing Emmett to line himself up with your soaking entrance.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Emmett moaned as he thrusted his rock-hard cock into your very wet, swollen, and ready, opening.

You let out a long, low moan as he entered you. His cock felt so good inside you; like two puzzle pieces fitting together. You squeezed your muscles on him in response, sending a shiver of intensity through your body. With your left legs wrapped around him, he was pushing deep into you. With every hard and fast thrust, you would yell out, not afraid of making your noises heard on this darkened and empty beach. As he pounded into you, your hands slid, scratched and grabbed all over his body, along his back, onto his shoulders, and then down to his ass. You gripped his tight ass cheeks and pushed him in tighter on each thrust.

‘Don’t come inside me’ you barely managed to say and Emmett simply nodded as he kept thrusting into you deeply.

With all the thrusting, you eventually arched your back, changing the angle of his entry, and now his cock was hitting your very sensitive g-spot.

Your moans now turned to loud "fucks" and "oh gods" and you were soon pretty close to an explosive orgasm. Knowing that you were close to climax, Emmett sped up his thrusts which sent your over the edge.

‘Oh god, oh god, oh god...Emmett…fuck’ you moaned as a powerful orgasm rippled through your body and Emmett’s palm quickly came down on your mouth.

‘Shh’ he smirked as your pelvic muscles contracted and pulsed, tightening around his cock and then released. Spasm like shivers moved up to your shoulders and through your body and you let out a very long, satisfied exhalation.

‘Holy Fuck’ you said to Emmett, with an exasperated laugh in your voice once he finally removed his hand from your mouth.

He smiled back at you, then scooped his arms up under your back and lifted you to sit facing him. Still catching your breath, your mouths came together for a kiss, but you simply exchanged warm breaths into each other's mouths before your lips met.

As your body calmed from the orgasm, you brought your hand down to his cock. He was wet and sticky from your fluids, so you leaned down, bringing your lips to his cock, tasting yourself on him and began sliding your tongue all along his shaft, adding the lubrication of your saliva to him.

Your tongue made broad strokes along the underside of his cock and then tickled the tip and then back down again, adding more and more moisture to his cock with every lick. Now slippery with your moisture, you brought your hand to his cock and began moving it up and down, giving your mouth a break. As you squeezed your fingers and twisted your wrist on his cock, he brought his fingers back to play with your pussy. Still highly sensitive from the orgasm you had just experienced, you gasped at his initial touch and your muscles involuntarily squeezed and clenched.

He inserted his pointer and middle fingers into your wet opening, then dragged them out and up along your lips to your sensitive clit. You let out a loud groan as he did this, while your hand continued its work on his cock. Slowly, he continued moving his fingers along your wetness, along your lips and then he started finger fucking you, slowly at first and then faster and with more intensity. You matched his intensity with your hand on his cock. Faster and deeper he plunged into your warm tunnel, and faster and tighter you moved on his manhood. He took in a deep inhalation and let out a gasp and you knew he was close to release. His fingers were now rapidly pounding into you and you were moving your hand faster than ever on his cock.

‘I am close’ Emmett moaned, barely managing to speak and you quickly dropped your head down onto his swollen cock and he let out a loud, guttural exhalation as his warm and sweet cum released into your mouth.

‘Hmm’ you moaned out, squeezing his cock with your lips and sliding them up and down as he pulsed out more semen into your mouth. Once he was complete, she licked your tongue on his cock, before removing your mouth and swallowing.

You had never really enjoyed sucking off a cock and swallowing cum before, but with Emmett it was different and you were somewhat truly delighted in satisfying Emmett this way.

You sat up and looked at Emmett. His head was leaned back, his eyes closed, and a look of complete pleasure on his face.

‘Fuck…this was something else’ he whispered to you, followed by a deep sigh and a little contented laugh.

You smiled in return as he fluttered his eyes open.

It wasn’t long until your lips met again and, just as you heard some noises in the bushes besides you, Emmett quickly pulled up his pants while you buttoned up the blouse which never left your body.

Then, Emmett quickly put his t-shirt back on and, to your relief, two rabbits jumped out of the bushes making you both laugh and fall back against the towel which was barely covering the sand from the beach.

‘Emmett?’ you said as you rested your head on his chest while your eyes were gazing into the fire.

‘Hmm’ he said as he was holding you tight.

‘There is something I need to tell you’ you murmured.

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Alan was bored.

It wasn’t often that he found himself with a lack of things to do. Life was generally busy with Thunderbird maintenance, rescues and backup duties.

Of course, he could always kill some zombies, but he was feeling restless. Gordon was off the island with Grandma so that didn’t help. Scott was buried in paperwork and John was still hiding on Five. Virgil had disappeared.

Wandering out onto the balcony, Alan eyed the pool a moment before throwing the idea out. Without Gordon it wouldn’t be anywhere near as much fun.

Maybe he could go for a walk. Scott had been nagging him to get into a more regular exercise routine and, hey, he hadn’t seen the other side of the island for a while.

Darting up to his rooms, he threw on some loose clothes, decent shoes and a hat. A quick note to John to say where he was going and he was out the back door and crunching gravel up the side of the mountain.

While he had no objection to the great outdoors, Alan had no particular preference for sun, surf or bush walking. Not that he didn’t love a splash in the ocean with his brother, or even a jog around the island with Scott, it was just that many of his interests lay in the confines of the virtual world.

Or space.

Part of him didn’t want to admit he was like Johnny, but he was in many ways, but where John adored seclusion, Alan loved people. Basically, Alan was happy doing pretty much anything as long as it was with someone, preferably someone he loved.

So, he would really be lying if he said he took his route at random. It wasn’t a conscious decision, more just what he knew was going to happen regardless.

Virgil had some favourite places on the island to sit and just be. Alan didn’t quite get it any more than he got John’s love of solitude, but he knew his brother liked it and he stored the information for when it was needed.

Today Alan wanted company, so he used the information he had at hand.

Clambering around on the rocky island was not for the faint-hearted. There was no doubt that he was getting a good workout just by going for a simple walk. His first stop was a small cliff beyond Thunderbird Two’s runway. It was Virgil’s favourite, just on the other side of the mountain. He could often be found here just staring out into the ocean thinking who knew what. The scene had been painted, scribbled and, in one case, mosaicked onto a table. This was definitely Virgil’s favourite place.

He wasn’t there.

But Alan still had his list.

Two more Virgil spots proved empty and Alan had managed to work up quite a sweat. He was beginning to wonder why he was even bothering when he caught sight of a figure almost completely hidden in a grove of palm trees.

Virgil sat on a rock, his sketchpad on his lap, completely absorbed in his art. He was up a cliff overlooking a good chunk of the island, the twin peak at an angle even Alan could appreciate.

Alan eyed the climb and with a deep breath began the trek to reach his brother. He kept quiet. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb him. That would be a good way to get his head ripped off. But if he approached from just the right angle, he should be able to see what Virgil was actually drawing.

It took actual rock climbing in a couple of places, but Alan eventually found himself situated behind his brother on top of the cliff, and as expected the view was breathtaking.

It was late afternoon and the entire side of the island was lit up by the sun. Gulls were wheeling in the air above the forested slopes, catching rising air. Far below, raw Pacific collided with the rocky shore in places and wrangled with reefs in others.

Virgil had certainly found a spot.

Quietly Alan made his way closer to his brother. Virgil drew on, showing no sign of knowing Alan was there. The cliff was a slope that had Alan descending towards his brother. Virgil was facing away towards the scenery, slightly hunched as he drew. Because of that slope, Alan was actually able to see his brother’s hand, this time his right, sketching pencil lines on the paper.

For a moment Alan was content to simply watch, but if he was honest with himself, he hadn’t come all this way just to spy on his brother.

“You do know it is rude to stare.”

Virgil’s voice was always soft yet possessed a strength that could be startling. Alan stiffened, annoyed at being caught so easily.

“What? Do you honestly think all that rock clambering would go unnoticed?”

“Dunno.”

His brother had yet to look up at him, simply continuing to sketch as he spoke. You gonna come and sit down?” Virgil held up a hand. “Just be very quiet, I don’t want you to disturb them.”

Alan frowned. “Who?”

But that hand didn’t answer, just beckoned him over.

Alan did what he was told and found himself sitting on that rock beside his older brother.

Virgil was scratching lines furiously onto the page, but the subject wasn’t what he expected. All that beautiful scenery and Virgil was drawing a haphazard pile of sticks?

Whispered. “They’re sea eagles. I’ve never been so close.”

Alan’s eyes darted from the sketchpad to a slither of rock a stone’s throw away from the edge of the cliff. The pinnacle stood alone and defied gravity almost to the point of disbelief. On its very top sat a huge nest. From this angle he could see the two chicks waiting for their parents to return.

Breathed out quiet. “Cool.”

Virgil was sketching madly and under his practised hand, one of the chicks slowly came to life. Simple line instinctively placed, shaded and shaped. It was a little mesmerising.

Alan, of course, had watched Virgil draw before. Amongst all the other things. His brother was usually fiddling with something. He had to have something in his hands, whether it was a pencil or paintbrush, piano or Thunderbird, Virgil tended to always have something playing between his fingers.

When Alan was little there had been many a Kansas winter night snuggled up by the fire, curled up beside his brother watching him draw. Sometimes he would dare him to draw outrageous things like Pedro the Peanut-Killing Pickle. There had been odd stories and scribbled down comics. Alan had even tried his hand under a little encouragement from his brother, but he didn’t have the enthusiasm that Virgil had for the art.

Besides, Alan was quite happy to just sit and watch. Rare quiet moments shared with his artistic brother.

They had been getting rarer and rarer.

“Can I sit with you, Virg?”

A brown eye with an arched eyebrow peered at him. “You’re already sitting.” The curve of a smile. “But sure. Just be quiet and don’t make any sudden moves.”

Respectfully whispered. “Okay.”

So, they sat for an unknown length of time. Virgil drew the second chick, and as one of the parent birds landed with the evening meal, its strong wings, talons and beak appeared on the page. Alan watched as the pencil lines grew darker, surer. Virgil switched pencils and they grew darker still, the birds emerging out of the page into three dimensions.

Down below the two chicks guzzled food from their parent.

A loud, awkward screech from above and another eagle was circling overhead, likely the other parent.

In the corner of the page, the bird quickly appeared, wings spread wide, soaring.

The quiet was amazing. Alan wasn’t one to sit still for any length of time, so perhaps he was missing the obvious, but the sound of Virgil’s pencil, the tease of the breeze and the call of the eagle above had only to compete with the waves far below and the rustle of the scrappy forest.

And a pair of squawking, complaining eagle babies.

Gordon would probably have loved this. His fish brother loved the sea, but he loved all the creatures contained in it even more. Despite this preference for water breathers, if you shoved a puppy or a panda in front of him, the man melted into a gooey puddle. Eagle babies would definitely be on the goo list.

“This is nice, Allie.”

“What?”

“Bit like old times, you sitting and watching me draw.”

Alan shrugged. “I’ve always liked to watch you draw. Guess we haven’t had as much time lately.”

The pencil paused. “Yeah.” His brother turned to look at him. “Well, it is good to see you out here. Nice to have your company.” A gentle smile.

“Anytime, bro. Kinda nice out here anyway.”

That smile grew a little before softening. “Well, unfortunately we have to head back now.”

“What?”

“I’ve got to pick up Gordon and Grandma.”

Alan checked his watch. Where the hell had the time gone? He’d been out here…three hours! “Wow, didn’t expect it to be so late.”

Virgil didn’t comment, just smiled a little more as he packed up his sketchbook and pencils.

Alan stood up and stared out across the ocean. A flicker on the surface of the water and he caught sight of a pod of dolphins frolicking in the swell. He stared.

“It’s amazing what you can see if you stop and look.” His brother’s soft voice so close to him made him jump.

“Virg, personal space.”

His brother snorted and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I don’t think such a thing exists on this island.” That smile again. “Probably why John hides on Five.”

Alan grinned. “You’ve got a point.” And despite his earlier protest, he dropped his head against Virgil’s shoulder and for just a few more moments, they both tracked the dolphins as the cavorted past the Island.

“Can we do this again?”

“Sure.” Virgil slung his pack over his shoulder.

“Great.”

Silence fell, and they stood there a moment longer until Virgil squeezed a little and let go. “C’mon, sprout, time to clamber down the mountain.”

Virgil took the first few steps and Alan followed, throwing one last glance back at the nest now full of the entire family of sea eagles. A sharp beaked head turned in his direction and glared at him.

Alan couldn’t help but smile at the bird before he hurried after his brother.

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straydawg-writing · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

- 𝓚. 𝙯𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠

• hunter x hunter series

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Chapter 2–

You knew that if anyone outside of this car saw you right now, you might just pass away. To put it simply: You were sitting on Killua's lap.

All because Kite's truck only fit seven people.

The way this predicament came about would have been comical if it weren't for your burning embarrassment. Unfortunately, you could remember very clearly how it all unfolded:

"Hmm, it seems that there aren't enough seats for all eight of us, so one person will have to squish in," Kite said, opening the car door to check the seats.

"Who's the smallest one here?" Gon asked. All seven pairs of eyes turned to look at you.

Great. The benefits of never having had your growth spurt.

Killua was the one to open his mouth, snickering, "Obviously it's Y/N. She's like a midget!"

"Killua, you are literally an entire 2 ½ feet shorter than Kite over there," you defended yourself.

From a distance, you had guessed Kite was around 6'3. Once you got a closer look at him, you discovered that he towered over you like a skyscraper. Your curiosity got the best of you and naturally, you had asked him what his height was. The man was a whopping 7 foot 10.

"It's okay Y/N, you can squish with me," Gon offered.

Killua shook his head. "No way. Squishing will just make everyone uncomfortable. It's better if only one person suffers. Y/N, you can sit on my lap."

He had left no room for argument. Sighing, you knew that even if you tried, you had no say in this anymore. You would just have to suck it up for the next 4 hours.

Now you were here, sitting on him, worrying about whether you were cutting the circulation off to his legs or not. Or perhaps you were too bony and it was hurting him.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck, and it sent goosebumps across your entire body. This was beyond awkward.

"Stop it," Killua muttered, right in your ear.

Oh, you'd done it now, hadn't you? Killua was gonna push you off onto Gon instead.

"Stop what?"

"You're so stiff, just...relax," he paused, "I don't mind sitting this way."

Hearing his voice so close to you sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Maybe this was okay.

You untensed, trying to adjust yourself to a more comfortable position, but the bumpy car ride wasn't making it very easy. Kite ran over a rock, and without a seatbelt it sent you jerking upwards. Thanks to his fast reflexes, Killua gripped your waist, holding you tightly to his body.

"The seatbelt won't reach over the both of us, but this'll keep you from flying."

"Heh, thanks Killua. I think we should reach the beach in a bit..." you said, hoping that the thought of it being over soon might offer him some relief.

It doesn't matter who it is, being this close to someone could send anyone into a frenzy. You were hyper-aware of every one of his fingers grasping onto your waist. He wasn't lying. He was keeping you right there.

You'd just have to stop thinking about it, you told yourself. Or else you'd go crazy.

Trying to relax back into Killua like he had asked, you let your mind wander to the reason you were driving in the first place. The day before, the three of you had decided to stick with Kite and help him investigate the Chimera ants. The beach you were headed to now is supposed to have a clue about where the ant queen is located, so you could bring an end to the destruction before it starts. During the car ride, you had learned they were a truly deadly species. One bite of an innocent passerby, and they had the means to bring the entire human race to extinction.

You felt like something was starting. And your intuition was rarely wrong.

Gazing at Gon who had been talking with Kite for a while now, you noticed how his eyes crinkle into little smiles whenever he talks. You knew that having Kite around, his father's best friend, surely excited him to the bone. Gon was just oozing with optimism, without even trying. You could tell that just by being himself, he was keeping the spirits up of all eight in the group, not allowing any room for doubt or fear to creep into anyone's minds.

At that moment, you swore that whatever happened, you would be there to protect Gon and Killua. Even if it costs you everything.

Hopefully, this wasn't one of your friends' last few moments of tranquility. But if it was, you were determined to spend it well.

Resting your head against Killua, you hoped that he wouldn't mind if you indulged in this for just a moment. You were tired, having not gotten much rest since completing Greed Island and meeting Kite.

It didn't take much time for you to fall asleep to the rise and fall of Killua's steady breathing and his sweet vanilla scent. If you'd been awake, you might have even heard his heartbeat racing beneath you.

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You had finally reached the beach.

Killua had nudged you awake once you'd gotten there. You remembered how his blue eyes stared back at you as he poked your face, calling you an idiot for falling asleep, and you chuckled.

There was one thing you were clueless about; Killua had made sure not to move even once the whole rest of the car ride. He was nervous that he might disturb your peacefully sleeping form.

You were still pretty groggy as you looked out at the sea, the bright sun reflecting on the ocean's surface. You wanted to wiggle your toes in the sand, but you were there for a reason. To find anything that might lead to the Queen.

You searched in bushes, behind rocks, under seashells, and even used your nen to sift through as much sand as you could. So far, the group had ruled out the forest and deemed it difficult to know if the ant even ended up on the same island. That's when they decided to release the hellhound. Well- it wasn't a hellhound. It was the little dog you played with yesterday. Along with Gon.

Gon was following behind the dog on all floors, sniffing the ground as he went.

"He can do that?" You asked no one in particular.

"His nose is as sharp as a dog's," Killua responded, watching Gon with an amused look in his eye.

A couple minutes went by with no luck. The only thing the dog had found was a tree to pee on. It looked like the ant wasn't going to be on this island, though Kite had an idea.

"It may have washed ashore somewhere else. Which direction do the currents flow here?" Kite asked the two that had brought us down to the beach. One was short with brown skin and grey hair that sprouted up like hay, while the other had large glasses and two front teeth poking out from his mouth.

"The direction is reversed between day and night. And it also changes with the seasons. I've even heard it's different on certain days. So it'll be tough to pinpoint a location..." said Chipmunk Teeth. That's what you'd call him, since you hadn't gotten his name.

So basically, no one had any idea on how to find the Chimera Ant Queen.

"Continuing to search blindly is pointless. We should return to YorkNew and see if we can find any new leads there."

You heard the group around you agreeing with Kite. He and his friends began walking back to the truck already, but you stayed put. You would catch up to them later.

The ocean reminded you of your home. You thought you should say goodbye to it first.

Ripples of water lapped gently at your feet. You always had a connection with nature. Having lived in a small village located in the middle of a jungle most of your life, the earth had become your dearest friend. One of your earliest memories was from exploring the coves back at home. You stretched out your arm across the water, and watched the liquid softly rise to your hand as you called it.

That's why you chose this nen ability. It tied you to the elements. When you fought with it, together you were one body.

"Y/N, come on! Kite's threatening to leave without you," Gon waved you over. Taking one last look at the sea, you turned away.

The sun was already setting by the time you left for the city.

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Going back to YorkNew was the right decision. Now you all knew where to look.

Kite had discovered that the possibilities of the Chimera Ant landing in NGL were the highest. Apparently, NGL was a country populated with people who wanted to get away from machine civilization and live in nature.

You loved nature too, but you thought that was a little extreme. There was a reason you had to leave your beloved jungle behind.

"There may very well be a giant swarm of Chimera Ants already hunting humans down. If that's the case, my top priority will be saving them. You must be able to protect yourselves," Kite warned us.

"And if I am the one in trouble, you should escape without me."

At that, Gon and Killua looked unsettled. But backing down now was not an option.

"Got it," you said, breaking the silence and offering a kind nod to Kite, "and until the very last moment, the three of us will have your back."

"Yeah!" The other two boys concurred.

Now, you sat with Gon and Killua on an airship to NGL. The three of you were sitting on a bench, looking out of a window that framed velvet-peach clouds displaying brilliant silver linings.

Gon was reflecting on their last conversation with Kite.

"You said that Ging had a reason for bringing me and Kite together," he rested his arms and head on the window-frame.

Killua broke his sight from the clouds and looked at Gon.

"Yeah, I did."

"You're probably right. I don't know the reason, but I can't give up halfway, no matter what's going on. Otherwise, I'll disappoint Ging... And I'd never be able to forgive myself either. So I won't run away," Gon continued, resolved with his decision.

There was a moment of silence as the three of you let his words sink in.

You admired Gon's determination, but you hated that Ging had a son risking his life just to avoid disappointing a dad he's never met.

"Man, you had this totally serious expression, so I was expecting something big. But it's just business as usual," Killua smiled.

"Huh?" Gon's mouth hung open. "I thought about this a lot, I even ran a bunch of mental simulations! And I liked what Y/N said earlier, about having Kite's back until the very end."

"Think all you want, but you'll still be Gon. If someone said to abandon them, you'd never do it," You lightly punched his shoulder.

He pouted, cradling where you hit him, and you rolled your eyes.

"Drama queen."

Gon chose to ignore that and turned back to Killua. "Then what would you do?'"

"I'm a spontaneous guy, so I'd think about it once the time comes."

"So, you'd run away?" Gon questioned.

"Depends. I can't say until it actually happens."

"Say for instance..."

Killua threw his hands up, beat, "I can't tell you what I'd do in a hypothetical situation!"

"Then, what about you Y/N?"

"Gon!" You whined.

Truth be told, you hadn't thought about what you would do. It depended like Killua said. But you did know one thing...

"I would never leave you two behind. Even if that meant I'd have to die."

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because-of-a-friend · 4 years

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Seventeen Reaction: Being Stranded on a Deserted Island

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Thanks for the request anon! This one was super fun to do and I hope you really like it! One more request and then back to the series!!! (I also based A LOT of this off how they acted in One Fine Day lol)

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

As the leader, Cheol puts a lot of pressure on himself to be responsible and provide for everyone. So, I’m thinking in this situation he’s in stress mode 24/7. He’s always on his own case about being the responsible one and keeping everyone on track to do what they need to do to survive. He very rarely lets himself relax and when he does, it’s when he’s on his own. Since it’s a deserted island his “me time” is watching the waves on the beach at dusk. But besides that, he’s always at 100%. Since he’s already the leader of Seventeen, he would naturally step into the leadership role there. And the other boys would be more than willing to listen to him and follow his lead. He’s always making plans for what they need and how they can get it/make it/find it. He’s a real literal thinker and sees everything in concrete which means he creates very straightforward plans for everyone to follow. A true leader at all times.

YOON JEONGHAN

Ever since I started stanning Seventeen three (?) years ago, I’ve always seen Hannie as a sort of Leader 2.0. I think he knows how much stress Coups is under and tries his best to ease that in any way he can. Despite the fact that he can be a little mischievous and will try to con his way out of any responsibilities lol, I think he truly would step up to the plate in this scenario. Most of the time, his role as one of the oldest seems to play out behind the scenes and is almost more emotional support rather than holding them to their responsibilities. Which is how I’d think he’d be in this situation too. He’d make sure everyone feels supported and listened to. He’d become a rock for the group and be someone even Cheol will depend on.

JOSHUA HONG

I think sometimes Joshua feels as though he should be more responsible as one of the oldest but he also doesn’t know how to fit into more of a leadership role. So I think he’s definitely the type to take on responsibilities that include as little having to direct and order around others as possible. He’ll somewhat become a right hand man to Coups. When Coups makes plans for different things they need to do, Joshua will make sure they turn into a reality. He’ll go through the plan step by step to make sure they have everything they need to complete it. Then he’ll make a list of the supplies they need, organize a group of people to get it done, and make sure it’s completed. He doesn’t see himself as all that helpful or important but honestly their system would fall without him.

WEN JUNHUI

Jun is honestly such a wild card lol. In OFD he was really one of the most resourceful and ready for action members out of all of them. He’s always ready to do what needs to be done, no matter the task. He’s up for the challenge and happy to do it. But he’s just so...whimsical? Like he either doesn’t grasp the severity of the situation or he’s just insanely positive despite it. He’s just so fascinated by what they’re doing. It also has something to do with wanting to make sure the other boys have a bright spot. If Jun can make sure being stranded on an island sounds fun and exciting instead of terrifying, then he’s helping the others in the best way he can. But overall he’s just a jack-of-all trades who is ready to help everyone at every time.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Hoshi is also ceaselessly bright in this situation. I don’t know if anyone remembers Hoshi from One Fine Day, but surviving a deserted island is not exactly his forte. He definitely depends on the others a lot for direction. That doesn’t mean he isn’t helpful because he definitely is! Like Jun he picks up any odd job he can help with and is always happy to do it. Since he’s one of the mood makers of the group, he also picks up a lot of responsibilities in the emotional support department. He’s always a good ear to talk to and a shoulder to lean on. It may take him awhile to get the hang of things in this situation. Actually there’s lots of trial and error with him dropping things, losing things, that one time he may or may not have set one of their shelters on fire. But he’s a quick learner and once he knows it, it stays with him. So he becomes a very important cog in the groups’ machine.

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo was lowkey thriving in One Fine Day. He was joking and energetic and the perfect garden fairy. I think he’d take over the same skill set in this situation. He definitely builds up his gardening skills and tries his best to grow anything they can eat. There’s like a different side of him that comes out in situations like this. He’s just like a Survivor Man. He’s strangely the head of most groups when it comes to going out and getting things done: building shelters, starting fires, fishing (not that he eats anything they catch lol). Someone tells him what needs to get done and he will do it without any hesitation or problems. Hoshi follows him around completely fascinated by his surprising talent for survival skills. Instead of remembering survival tactics, he honestly just comes up with his own tricks to survive. Just all around a real necessity to have in this situation.

LEE JIHOON

Definitely more of a director than a doer. Helps Cheol and Joshua with plan making and sits back and watches the work get done. He definitely takes over with scolding the other boys since Joshua and Cheol hate having to do it. Jihoon has no problem standing there with his hands on his hips and going “hey, get back to work!” Definitely the guy who keeps everyone on track and defines the lines between things like “taking a needed break” and “genuinely being lazy” AKA “Guys I left you to take a break from building the shelter four hours ago, why are you bowling with coconuts???” He’s probably a little too stressed sometimes. And in order to make sure he doesn’t stress out the other boys, the emotional supporters of the group will just grab him and hold him down until he falls asleep for a nap lol.

LEE SEOKMIN

Such a stressed out, absolutely terrified little bean. He does great considering how scary this is for him, but he is definitely so anxious. Depends on the others a lot. As one of the other mood makers of the group, he might feel a little guilty for not being as strong in this situation so the others can depend on him. But the other assure him that they’re happy to be the ones taking care of him this time. He still wants to help but the others will discreetly give him the easiest jobs so he doesn’t get overworked and over stressed. He also helps a lot as one of the cooks of the group. Actually all of the boys adore any of the ones that can cook because it makes all the difference. And Seokmin lives for the praise he gets in his cooking and the euphoric feeling of doing something to make the others happy.

KIM MINGYU

Mingyu was THE MOMENT in One Fine Day. Like he did anything and everything. If you want to talk about someone the other boys WOULD NOT survive without, it’s Mingyu. Cooking, building, fishing, cleaning, chopping wood, and starting fires. Mingyu did it all in One Fine Day and he’ll do it again here. He’s there anytime anyone needs help. He doesn’t necessarily love it but he CAN do it. While he does all of this, he can also get stressed easily, so while the other boys depend on him for practical stuff, he depends on the others a lot for emotional support. He can get a little impatient with the others but that’s just because he’s tired. He naps literally anywhere and everywhere. “Does anyone know where Gyu went? I need help with dinner” “Oh last time I saw him he was asleep in another tree”

XU MINGHAO

Silent supporter. Lowkey turns into a hermit. He has very specific skill sets that he uses to help the others when they need it. But besides that they usually just find him in random parts of the wilderness unexpectedly. “Minghao, what the hell are you doing out here?” “I don’t know, I just thought the lighting here was really pretty, I wanted to stare at it coming through the leaves” “That’s nice but Jihoon is on his way here and he’ll definitely yell at you if he catches you slacking off” One time no one saw him for like a day. “Oh my god!!! Minghao where were you???” “Found a cave.” “What????” “Found a cave” *shrugs* Just an unexpected wild card lol.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

Also very stressed. And is very vocal about it. The other boys don’t mind since it’s usually very entertaining. No one has to worry about beating around the bush when it comes to talking about any problems because Seungkwan will bring it up and will not stop bringing it up until they figure out a solution. No one has to worry about missing anything or losing anything or letting anything fall through the cracks because Seungkwan keeps track of everything. His brain is running a thousand miles a minute constantly to try and keep up with everything that is going on. He doesn’t miss a single thing.

HANSOL VERNON CHWE

Also strangely fascinated and excited about this situation. And can also be found wandering off with Minghao. Definitely a chasing butterflies kind of guy. Doesn’t really think much of what’s going on, just does as he’s told to help out and is otherwise just kind of meandering around. Does lots of exploring. Unknowingly helps the others distress because he gets them to come along with him on his little adventures and it helps distract them from their every day stressors. Just bright eyes, hard work, and good times lol.

LEE CHAN

Very stressed but shows it in funny ways like cute little arguments with the other boys. Lowkey likes starting drama for entertainment but never anything too serious though. It’s actually usually really petty and funny drama to distract the others from more serious things. When things get too deep and the other boys start to slip into real sadness and anger, he’ll bring up something that will break the mood and get them all laughing and joking again. He’s a consistent bright spot for everyone else and keeps things moving along.

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gabberwockywrites · 5 years

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When Kairi returned, sitting on the Paopu tree, Sora wasn’t with her.

Everyone there at the Islands felt his loss; felt his absence as tears rolled down Kairi’s face. They decided to stay for a week or so as Kairi and Riku got over the reeling shock of having Sora, kind constant Sora ripped away from them.

So, then, they weren’t sure how to feel when Sora returned- sort of.

A version of Sora washed up on the beach of the Islands, fingers shaped into claws, eyes almost glowing red, and shrouded in the Darkness they never thought he’d fall to.

He crouched defensively if anyone approached until Kairi and Riku came running up the beach, shouting his name.

Not-Sora whirled, growling and running at the two.

“Riku! Kairi!” shouts of alarm rang out as Sora pounced, knocking Riku to the ground.

Riku blinked as the creature on top of him nuzzled his neck instead of attacking.

“Sora?”

Not-Sora purred at the sound of his name, curling up in Riku’s lap as the other boy sat up.

Kairi sat down next to them. “I think it is Sora.”

“What happened to her?”

“Anti-form.” Roxas cut in softly, almost in a trance.

Riku looked up quickly. “What?”

Shaking his head, Roxas replied, “I can wield pure light as a weapon. Sora does… almost the opposite. It’s not really wielding Darkness but when he gets desperate enough, Sora’s Darkness… wields him, in a way.”

“How do you know that?”

“I lived in that guy’s heart for the better part of a year. I know how much Darkness he hides.” He smiled, “I’ve also fought Anti-Form.”

Riku ran his fingers through Anti-Sora’s hair. “You’ve fought him like this? He seems harmless.”

“Only because it’s you. He was growling at the rest of us earlier.” Lea cut in.

Roxas nodded. “As far as I could tell, that’s Sora with most of his cognitive abilities stripped away. He doesn’t really recognize us.”

“So why does he recognize me?”

Kairi laughed. “Isn’t it obvious, Riku? It’s because you’re Sora’s Light.”

“I’m what?”

“His Light. Sora loves you.”

“I…” Riku flushed. “He loves a lot of people. He loves all of you.”

“Not the same way he loves you. And you love him.”

He spluttered, starting to defend himself, “I don’t-”

Kairi cut him off with a look and he pulled Anti-Sora a little closer.

“So how do we get our Sora back?”

Turns out, no one knew how to get Sora back.

It was okay though; Anti-Sora was content to lounge next to Riku on the beach. They hadn’t tried to get Sora back to the Main Island; there would be too much to explain and they weren’t sure how he’d react.

That just meant Riku couldn’t leave the Play Island either. He’d started moving both of them into the tree house; Kairi was bringing him clothes and food, but he needed a more permanent solution.

So he’d started building the treehouse out. Riku had honestly been planning on moving to the Play Island anyway. His parents hadn’t survive Destiny Islands’ fall to Darkness, the stress too much for them- they’d always been on the frail side.

Sora tended to sit in the shade while he worked; seemingly relaxed. He’d perk up when he heard a boat coming, reluctant to leave when Riku shooed him into the bushes.

It was Old Man Natsu who’d stepped onto the Island, with a generator and wiring in hand to rig up the new built out tree house.

Riku smiled as the man taught him wiring and how to start the generator- it was hydro-powered, so all Riku needed to do was make sure the rotor was in flowing water, which was easy enough on the Play Island.

An old fridge and stove were installed next, and the old treehouse was pretty much a home for Riku and Anti-Sora.

Their bed- there was only one, as Anti-Sora only slept if he was on Riku- was little more than a mattress on the floor. (Riku dragged it from the Gummi Ship hidden in the Secret Place.) But it was enough for them.

Almost enough.

Riku sighed, looking down at Anti-Sora curled up on his chest. It was almost like owning a very large cat. Which was nice, Riku loved cats.

But he really wanted his best friend back.

He ran a hand through Sora’s hair.

“Hey there,” he’d caught Sora’s attention, smiling. “I know I talk to you a lot like this, but can you even understand me like this?”

Sora tilted his head further into Riku’s hand, letting out a little “chirrup” noise.

Riku chuckled, “I… gods, I miss you, Sora.” He pressed his forehead to Sora’s, “I know you’re here but it’s not enough. I need you, I need your light.”

Again, Sora chirruped, pressing curious hands to Riku’s cheeks, which were wet with tears.

“Kairi said I’m your Light…” Riku urged, “So follow me home.”

Sora let go of his face, curling up again in Riku’s lap in response, still shrouded in Darkness.

“I don’t know how to help him,” Riku sighed, glancing at the gummiphone set up on the counter as he cooked. “He eats, but not really enough, and he still doesn’t talk.”

“Well, if it’s a problem with his cognition it makes sense that he’d be nonverbal,” Ienzo speculated, brows furrowing, “but the not eating is concerning. How have you gotten him to eat when he does?”

“Physically put it in his mouth.”

“That’s… odd.”

“It works.”

“For now,” Ienzo glanced at his computer. “I wonder if Sora isn’t eating because he doesn’t recognize food.”

Riku glanced at Sora, curled up around his shirt. “It’s very possible. There are days he doesn’t even recognize Kairi.”

“Who does he recognize most often, aside from you?”

“Ventus, surprisingly.”

Ienzo made another note. “Maybe then it’s hearts he’s recognizing. I think Ventus’s heart is the one he knew the longest, aside from yours.”

“So he’s what like… a Heartless?”

“No, not that. He can just sense hearts, so he stays by the ones he knows the best.”

Riku hummed. “That still doesn’t really tell us how to get him back.”

“I know. I wish I could help more but it’s hard when I can’t see him in person.”

“I can try to bring him to Radiant Garden, but I don’t know how he’ll react to the Gummi Ship. Or you.”

“If you can come, let me know. Oh, and you should probably tell the King. They couldn’t be there when Sora returned, I’m sure Donald and Goofy are worried.”

Riku nodded. “You’re right, thanks. I’ll let them know.”

“See you, Riku.”

“Have a good day, Ienzo.”

As soon as he hung up the phone, Sora was wrapped around his middle.

“Well, hello to you too.” Riku chuckled, accustomed to being randomly attacked by Sora. “Was I on the phone too long?”

Sora growled in response, arms tightening around Riku’s waist.

“You’re possessive today. Is everything ok?”

Sora grumbled.

“Bad day? Would you like something to eat?”

A mumbled noise behind him got Riku to turn around.

“Sora?”

His face was pinched, as if he was trying to think of something he couldn’t quite remember.

“…ku…Ri…ku…Riku! Riku, Riku!”

Riku grinned. “That’s right! I’m Riku!”

“Riku!”

“Come on, Sora, let’s eat.”

Sora grumbled again but followed Riku to the table.

There were two chairs at the table, but it seemed that Sora preferred to curl up as much as he could on Riku’s lap. It was almost as if the boy was touch starved and Riku realized with a jolt that he hardly hugged Sora anymore- keeping a distance unconsciously because he didn’t deserve Sora’s friendship, but couldn’t bring himself to actually leave.

He frowned, recognizing slowly that his fears and denials about his feelings were hurting his friend.

But he couldn’t say it. Not to this Sora.

“Hey, do you want to go on a trip today?”

Sora tilted his head.

“We can go see a friend who can help you.”

“Riku?”

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Riku smiled, popping a piece of chicken into Sora’s mouth. “Remember you need to eat.”

Sora chewed and looked up at Riku, and the two finished their lunch quickly in this way before walking around the Island.

“Do you remember the Secret Place?” Riku asked as they wandered vaguely in that direction.

Sora, ever the silent shadow, had no response for Riku, though he did recoil slightly at the entrance, torn between following Riku and memories of the Secret Place.

“Sora?”

Tentatively, Sora stepped into the Secret Place, following Riku.

“We’ll be out of here soon. We just need the ship.” He herded Sora onto the Gummi Ship, smiling as Sora curled up at his feet. “Ready?”

The trip to Radiant Garden was, surprisingly, uneventful.

Getting from the Gummi Ship to the castle, however, was not.

Riku hadn’t counted on Leon, Cloud, and Yuffie showing up as soon as the ship landed.

“Sora?” Leon called, looking around for the kid.

Riku chuckled nervously. “He’s—ah—not himself right now. You guys might want to step back.”

“What happened?”

“I was hoping Ienzo would be able to help. Roxas- Sora’s Nobody who grew a heart- called it ‘Anti-Form.’ It’s… well…”

Sora bounded out of the Gummi Ship into Riku’s back.

“Sora!” Riku stumbled before turning and catching him. “I could have fallen.”

Sora muttered an apologetic, “Riku…” as the other three gaped.

“Sora?” Cloud questioned, stepping forwards. “Are you ok?”

Almost immediately, Sora growled, shifting into a defensive stance.

Cloud stepped back, confused. “What…?”

“He doesn’t really recognize anyone.”

“What can we do?”

Riku shrugged. “I’m about to ask Ienzo. I’ll let you know when we find something.”

Leon nodded. “We’ll clear the streets for you and Sora. Try to make sure you see the fewest people possible.”

“Thank you,” Riku smiled as they left, Sora relaxing at his side. “I’m sorry, Sora. I didn’t realize this would be so stressful.

Sora grumbled, curling close.

“Come on. We just have to talk to Ienzo, then we can go home.”

So on they went, streets blessedly empty thanks to Leon, Cloud, and Yuffie.

Ienzo looked up when the two entered the lab, smiling. “Hello.”

“Hi,” Riku replied with a wave. He kept a hand on Sora’s, making sure he didn’t hurt himself on the equipment. “Here we are.”

“How is he?” Ienzo asked, nodding towards Sora.

“He’s still not eating on his own, but he can say my name.”

“Riku! Riku, Riku!”

“Yes, Sora,” he laughed, “I’m right here.”

“Riku…” Sora all but purred, unaware of Ienzo’s stare.

“Well, that’s good.”

And with that, they got started. It took several hours, and Sora has gone to curl up in the corner before Ienzo sat back with a sigh.

“It seems that I am not the one who can help him.”

“What do you mean?”

“He can’t find his way back. Not all the way. But I’m not the one who can lead him home.”

“Who is?”

Ienzo chuckled. “I’m sure you can find the answer, Riku. He’s around you most often.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is,” he smirked. “Go home and think about it, I think Sora’s getting tired.”

Sora perked up at the sound of his name, chirruping tiredly.

“Alright,” Riku conceded, “Thank you for trying.”

“Of course.”

Days passed back on Destiny Islands.

It was getting harder for Riku; harder to be near Sora while he wasn’t really Sora, harder to keep his feelings in. Harder to stop thinking of Sora as his.

“Sora, why can’t you come back to me? To us?” Riku ran his fingers through Sora’s hair. “What else do you need?”

Sora curled further towards Riku’s hand, fingers gripping his shirt. “Riku… Riku.”

“Me? What do you need me to do?”

“Riku…” Sora whined.

Riku shifted, pressing his forehead to Sora’s. “I’m right here. Come home to me. I—I need you. You’re my Light, Sora. I—” He squeezed his eyes closed. “I love you.”

A sharp gasp above him had Riku opening his eyes, watching as the shadows retreated from Sora’s face and, for the first time in months, he gazed into crystal blue eyes.

“Sora,” he gasped, pulling the boy to him. “You’re back.”

Sora smiled, pulling back slightly. “Did you mean it, Riku? You love me?”

“Yes,” Riku laughed, “Gods, yes, Sora, I think I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

Sora grinned, eyes welling with tears. “I love you too, Riku. I love you.”

Riku choked on a sob before pulling Sora into a kiss.

“Welcome home, Sora.”

#soriku #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts 3 #sora #riku #kairi #ienzo #roxas #lea #leon #cloud #yuffie #fanfiction #long post

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melliflovs · 6 years

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Stargazing - Gilbert Blythe

Word Count: 1,888

Warnings: None this is pure fluff and calm moments

Summary: The girl who never sleeps is met with the boy who simply couldn’t

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More often than not, the townspeople of Avonlea would see a singular candle walk down the dirt paths and past the woods and sometimes even through their farms. And despite the fact that it was well past the waking hours and that most everyone would be tucked into their beds and fast asleep, they all knew not to be alarmed. They weren’t being robbed and no one was hurt, (y/n) was just out adventuring.

From a young age, Miss (y/n) had always seemed more awake at night than in the day and as she grew her parents gave her more freedom to do as she wished as long as she promised to be careful. So she spent her nights wandering the small town and admiring the sky with only the soft glow of her candle to light the way. She preferred the world when it asleep. When the sky had gone dark and her neighbors had finally quit their gossiping and returned to their homes, she found life far more enjoyable.

Many of her mothers friends did their best to make her stay indoors but nothing could hold her back. Like the moon controlled the tides that struck along the coast, the stars drew her from her bed every night and pulled her away from her jumbled thoughts as she finally got a chance to breathe in the crisp air and feel the cool breeze on her skin.

Hidden under the blanket of darkness she was able to move freely without scrutiny or judgement, without worrying about whether her dress had wrinkles or if her hair was out of place. (y/n) felt as if she could finally be herself, and the thought brought a smile to her face.

She began her trek through the back paths of Avonlea, starting at her edge of her family’s pumpkin patch and towards the open meadow where she brushed her fingertips across the tops of the tall grasses, picking a wildflower and tucking it into her hair before continuing towards Green Gables. It was known by everyone that Green Gables was the most secluded property on the island, hidden away from prying eyes and solicitors. For the most part the Cuthberts had never minded her late night walks and had always let her go through their property unbothered. One night when she left at dusk they spotted her and even invited her in for some tea, but tonight (y/n) didn’t want any company. She needed some time to mull over the doubts that had been racking her mind and she knew the perfect place to head to.

So as she walked along the back fence of Green Gables she saw a dark house, one empty of light and laughter. With a small frown she kept going towards the forest. The snaggly branches and dark unknown may scare some off but she only felt calmer as she traced her hands against the mossy bark and inhaled the pine scent that she’d grown familiar with over the years. All the birds were asleep and wouldn’t start singing their songs until an hour before sunrise, so she was left with only the sound of leaves crunching under her boots to keep her company as she walked.

Some nights her walks barely made it past Green Gables, but when (y/n) left her room she knew exactly where she needed to be. When she came to a subtle fork in the forest trail, she took a left. It was clear not many people ever came down this path due to the fact it was significantly smaller and covered by tree branches that kept many from following it. As much as she’d like to share it with others she liked the secrecy and solitude that it provided. In all the time (y/n) had come down to the creek, she had only run into three people, all of which were equally surprised to see her there.

As she ducked under another stray tree limb she could finally hear the calming sounds of the water as it moved quickly, carrying bright red and yellow leaves with it. The leaves floating along were the only indicator of where the creek itself ran. It was almost invisible in the dark and she’d had one too many experiences where she’d walked right in when she wasn’t paying attention. Luckily tonight wasn’t one of those nights as she jumped across some rocks to get to the other side. She placed her candle on a big stone next to a patch of lush green grass and laid down on her back, staring up at the sky and the twinkling stars.

It was almost perfectly clear out that night, save for a few clouds that still lingered and blew across the sky. Lifting her hand up, (y/n) used her pointer finger to connect the stars together, helping her remember their position high above her and making silly designs that only she could see. The sound of the creek nearly lulled her to sleep but the adrenaline and wonder that only came at night kept her awake and alert.

She laid there admiring the sky for hours before some rustling in the bushes across the stream made her reluctantly take her eyes away from the sky. Reaching for her candle she held it out wareily, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d had a close encounter with an angry raccoon but that was an experience (y/n) decided she didn’t want to experience again. Standing up she backed away from the bush incase something jumped out at her, she heard a twig snap before a large figure emerged from the foliage. “Hello?” She asked it, knowing it was more human than any animal.

She heard it clear it’s throat before responding. “(y/n)? What are you doing out here?”

The sound of a familiar voice calmed her heart rate and allowed her to let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Gilbert.” She said smiling at him as he crossed the creek towards her. “I always come out here at night when I need to think.”

Gilbert Blythe was the most popular and handsome boy in school, much to Billy’s annoyance. But despite the two living nearby and growing up together within the small confines of the school house the pair had only talked a handful of times.

“Is this why you’re always falling asleep during our math lessons?” He asked her, sitting down on a mossy log nearby. She let her guard down now that she knew she was safe, returning to her beloved position on the ground, staring at the sky.

“Not really, Mr. Phillips is just a really bad teacher and to be quite honest he bores me to sleep.”

He smiled at her, humming in agreement. He knew just how bad of a teacher they had, sometimes he wondered if he’d managed to teach any of them anything.

“Why are you awake at this hour? I’ve never seen you out here before.” She said, her curiosity getting the best of her as it so often did.

“Tomorrow my father has planned for us to go on vacation for a while, head to his favorite place. I just couldn’t fall asleep.” A small frown played on his face as he spoke. It was made clear that something was bothering him and (y/n) was intent on getting it out of him before she left that night.

“Ya know,” She said standing up from her spot on the ground and sitting beside him on the log. “If my father planned a trip for us to go to a new place I’d be thrilled, but you seem anything but”

He looked up a the sky for a moment before turning to really look at her for the first time since he’d appeared from the bushes. “I think my fathers condition is worsening and I don’t know if he’ll be able to make it back to Avonlea if we leave.”

“Oh, Gilbert. I’m so sorry, I’m sure he’ll make it. He’s fighting for you. Besides I’m sure the doctor wouldn’t let him leave town if he thought it would only end poorly.”

He nodded softly knowing she was probably right, but he couldn’t help the frown that still remained on his face. Gilbert tried to ignore the feeling of unease as he looked up at the stars. Something isn’t right. His conscious urged, nagging in the background like it had been since the vacation plans were announced. (y/n) noticed his blank stare pointed at the night sky, his neck tilted at an awkward angle, giving her a glimpse up his nose.

With a quiet giggle she scooted to the side and patted the lush grass next to her, “It much easier to admire the constellations if you’re on the ground.” With a soft smile he got up from the log and laid down next to her.

“I actually don’t know any of the constellations other than the big dipper.” (y/n) felt herself fill with glee as his words dawned on her, she could teach him something new. Gilbert, the smartest boy in Avonlea, was going to learn something from her. (y/n) pointed up at the sky and began connecting the stars together as he used his imagination like she’d instructed to see a warrior holding a bow appear from the dark sky. “Okay so, those six stars make up his body, and the five stars going in almost a straight line to the side of him is his bow.”

He stared at the sky in awe before switching his attention to her as he gazed at her in admiration. Gilbert was so used to seeing (y/n) keep to herself in class and around the town that seeing this other side to her was enchanting. She was in her element in the dead of the night, always coming out here to stargaze because it calmed her. It took a lot of courage for him to go on such a walk this late without anyone, but she did it every single night without any fear of the things that go bump in the dark. He’d sorta managed to get distracted as he looked at her in amazement, only leaving his thoughts when she turned her head to look back at him. A small blush tinting her cheeks as they made eye contact, and she quickly turned away to hide her embarrassment.

“It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it.” She said, whispering into the night.

“Yeah, it really is.” Gilbert knew she was talking about the stars, and as beautiful as they were, he knew they couldn’t match the beauty laying beside him. So when he responded that night he wasn’t talking about the sky, he was talking about her.

The two of them laid there for the rest of the night, both looking at the things that enchanted them the most and with Gilbert next to her, she felt completely at peace with the world she and with herself. A feeling she had long forgotten and she supposed they’d have to do this again. When the sun began to rise and brought a burst of color to the once dark sky, Gilbert walked her home as the bird chirped around them, with dark bags under their eyes and smiles on their faces.

#anne with an e #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert x reader #anne of green gables #anne with an e imagines #anne shirly cuthbert #Lucas Jade Zumann

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jackandsally312 · 5 years

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Since there hasn’t been anything on the sequel, here’s a chapter of a story I did of my version of the sequel. No negativity please :)

Warning, upsetting flashback

Ginger and the other hens had just showed Rocky how to play cricket, though it took longer than expected since the American rooster wasn’t familiar with too many things in the United Kingdom but he was happy to learn new stuff. He would occasionally glance over at his new mate while they played but the ginger hen was too focused on the game to take notice of his brown eyes staring at her

Rocky broke away from his thoughts after hearing, “Game! Ginger’s team won! Great job guys!”

Ginger high fives the hens who were on her team. She felt great to have beaten Rocky and his team even if he was still new to the game and how it worked. She ducked under the net and approached the rooster, a smile on her face. “Hey fly boy. You did well.”

Rocky blushed a little at his nickname and rubbed the back of his neck. “You did good too, baby doll. But I think I need a lot more practice if I’m ever going to beat you.” He said and looked the hen in her eyes.

Ginger giggles and tucked herself into Rocky’s side, leaning against him for a moment as Rocky puts his wings around her. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that but came to after hearing Rocky clear his throat.

“Shall we go for a quick dip in the pond?” Rocky asked as he moved his wings away from his mate

Ginger nods and grabbed one of his wings as they walked away from the sanctuary and carefully down to the water’s edge that surrounded the little island

“I could do without the rocks. They’re a little pointy.” Rocky complained and stepped over them to avoid the irritating pokes on his feet from the gravel

Ginger chuckled and shook her head at him. She slowly walked into the water but didn’t didn’t go too far out, staying near the bank. Rocky joined her and scooped up some water in his wings as he lightly washed his feathers with the cool refreshing liquid. It was quiet between the two as they washed themselves until Ginger broke the silence

“Rocky? Do you think maybe we could….uh well…” The british hen stammered and tried to find the right words to tell her mate

Rocky shook out his feathers and listened patiently to Ginger while he washed his tail feathers

Ginger sighed in defeat and hung her head in shame. “Forget it. It’s nothing.”

Rocky took notice of her behavior in her tone of voice and looked in her direction. It wasn’t like Ginger to give up on…well anything. Even something as a conversation considering how much of a leader she is to the other hens. Something was bothering her and the rooster knew it. But what could keep this feisty strong headed hen from giving in to the agony of defeat?

He moved closer to her, a worried expression on his face. “Ginger, what’s wrong? You know that you can tell me anything. Even if it’s about grass.” He jokes in an attempt to make her feel better.

Ginger smiles a bit and looked at him. How did she get so lucky as to meet a rooster especially as handsome and funny like Rocky? She may have disliked him at first but now she couldn’t bear to be apart from him for more than an hour or so. She reached a wing up to his face and gently caresses his cheek, making him lean into her touch and closing his worrisome eyes for a moment. She slowly moved her wing back to her side and took a deep breath. How could she tell him that she wants to have chicks with him when they have only been mates for a few months?

Rocky took a step forward and held Ginger’s wings. “Hey, I’m here for you. You know that. I will always be with you, doll-face.”

Ginger nods and gave his wings a gentle squeeze. ‘Here goes nothing.’ She thought, looking straight at Rocky.

“I- I want to have chicks with you.” She said calmly, almost quietly as Rocky just barely heard her

“Really?” He asked out of shock. Rocky never thought she’d want to have chicks with him considering they were still getting used to being a couple. And that the chicks on the sanctuary were his as Fowler was too old to reproduce so it was Rocky’s responsibility to fertilize their eggs with no other roosters being around.

“Yes. I know it’s a little weird since you’re the father of everyone’s chicks but I love you. You’re my husband and I would love to have chicks with you.” Ginger replies

“Well, then let’s have chicks.” He smiles

Ginger gasped, tackling Rocky as they both fell into the shallow end of the water, laughing joyfully. The couple shared a long passionate kiss before getting up and out of the water and heading back to their hut.

Two foxes from across the sanctuary saw the chickens and licked their chops, stomachs rumbling on cue at the sight of the scrumptious birds. They didn’t know how the chickens got there but it would certainly be an easy meal, every fox knows that chickens don’t fly.

“Those will be enough to feed us for a month at least.” Sly drools

“Yeah! Why hunt when there’s an island full of chickens?” Trixi agreed with her brother

They both slunk away into the bushes to think of a plan to outwit the dumb birds, unaware that several of the chicks playing near the edge had spotted the foxes. They exchanged glances before running to their mothers, chirping spastically. The chicks told the hens what they saw once they caught their breath. A red dog with a bushy tail? Maybe their chicks were out in the sun too long or they needed a nap. They went to Rocky and Ginger’s hut to hopefully get some answers

Bunty knocks on the door and waited for them to answer. There was some mumbling before hearing feet walking to the door. Ginger opened the hut door and looked at the hens in surprise. What were they doing here? Why were their feathers ruffled? Why did they look anxious? Rocky went over to his wife

“What’s going on?” The rooster asked, crossing his wings

“The chicks said they saw strange looking dogs with red fur and bushy tails. I think they were out in the sun too long.” A dark feathered hen told the couple

Ginger and Rocky exchanged looks. This wasn’t good. Foxes. They both knew that foxes preyed upon chickens, Rocky’s parents warning him from his days on the barnyard and Ginger’s mother telling her daughter stories of those red furred devils raiding chicken huts and those alike in the day or at night. But they don’t remember seeing any from when they first arrived on the sanctuary.

“It was probably their imagination. Nothing to worry about, gals.” Rocky reassures the worried British hens

The once tense hens have now relaxed, feeling no need to be afraid anymore of being preyed on. They went back to their busy carefree lives. No harm would ever come to them anymore now that they were free of the Tweedys. Or so it may seem…. the chickens were unaware of becoming the snacks of two hungry foxes from a nearby island

A chick ran up to the couple, chirping and jumping up excitedly, causing them to smile at the adorable little chicken. One day they’ll have chicks of their own to admire and play with.

“Papa! Come watch me, come watch me! Mac’s giving turns on the catapult!” The chick chirps

“Alright, I’ll watch.” Rocky smiles

The chick ran off and Rocky followed after. Ginger walked behind her husband, wanting to accompany him. “Do you really think there are foxes around here?” She couldn’t help but ask “Relax, I’m sure it was nothing. The only dangerous thing around here is Bunty.” Rocky looks back at Ginger and held her wing. She smiles and took her place at Rocky’s side, earning a chuckle from the rooster.

The next day….

Ginger moaned and rubbed her stomach. She had been feeling cramps all morning and it was painful for the British hen. She usually didn’t feel like this when she normally laid eggs but this was certainly different. Rocky added some more bedding to Ginger’s bunk and the hen tried to get comfortable but she was still in pain. Rocky stayed by her side, holding her wing for comfort. He didn’t like to see his wife in pain or discomfort. Ginger closed her eyes and squeezed Rocky’s wing several times before standing up. Rocky gasped in awe at the sight of an egg. Ginger sits back down to keep the egg warm, her mate giving her a gentle peck on the cheek. The hen laid three more eggs and Rocky stayed with her while she kept them warm.

“Oh, I can’t wait for them to hatch!” Ginger beamed with excitement

“You and me both, doll face.” Rocky said

They heard a loud noise coming from outside and looked at each other. The American rooster got up and went outside to investigate while Ginger sat on the eggs. The hens had gathered around two strange creatures, mumbling to each other what they could be. Rocky approached the crowd and stopped in his tracks as he saw what they were, his heart skipping a beat. Foxes. This brought him back to his barnyard days

*flashback*

Young Rocky explored the barnyard, straying away from the other chickens and the safety of the coop. He giggled as the little rooster wandered over to the fence that surrounded the property, a gentle breeze whipping the grass. But Rocky stopped when he saw a flash of red. He wasn’t sure what it was but he knew it probably wasn’t friendly.

Rocky then heard distressed crows and squawking coming from the chicken coop. He hurried back to the coop to see a fox exiting the chicks home with one of his siblings in its mouth, dead. Rocky suddenly recognized the red color from what he saw in the grass. He was too dazed to realize the fox had ran off and the other had been eyeing the chick. Rocky was interrupted from his daze from the clucking of his mother.

“Rocky! Get inside!” She cried out

Rocky had started to make his way towards the coop when the other fox leapt out of the grass and ran straight for the little rooster. Rocky looked back and gasped, running for his life

“Momma!!!” He yelled for help

The fox was about to snatch the chick when a gunshot went off. The farmer had shot the red devil dead

Rocky stopped running and looked at the dead fox in horror. His mother ran over and nuzzles her baby worriedly

“Are you alright, my little dreamer?” She asked softly. Her voice was always comforting as it was smooth as silk. Rocky looked up at his mother and nodded

“Yes momma.” He said

Rocky’s father approached, a look of anger and disgust on his face.

“How many times do I have to tell you?! Stop wandering off! You almost got yourself killed, boy! Worthless excuse of a rooster!” He bellowed

Rocky sniffles and buried his face into his mother’s feathers

“It got Shane.” He sobbed, rubbing his head against her

Rocky’s mother gently rubbed his back and tried to comfort her son, glaring at his father. Rocky’s father glared back and returned to the coop. The chick sniffles and looked up at his mother, wiping away his tears

“Don’t listen to your father. You’re going to be a wonderful rooster when you grow up. Being different from the others is what makes you unique. You’ll always be my little dreamer.” She smiled down at her son

Rocky nodded and watched as the farmer dragged away the foxes body. He would never forget what those demons did to his brother.

*end of flashback*

Rocky felt someone shake him and looked to see who it was. It was no other than the roundest but sweetest hen he’s ever met, Babs. She was also the dullest hen too.

“Are you alright, Mr. Rhodes? You look like you saw a ghost.” She asked, knitting away on a little hat

Rocky nodded and ran a wing through his comb. He turned his attention back to the foxes. Oh how he disliked them with a burning passion.

“What a lovely little colony of ladies we have here!” Sly said in an attempt to gain the dumb birds trust.

The hens stayed quiet, murmuring amongst themselves on wether or not to trust these strangers. “My brother is right. You ladies have out done yourself.” Trixi chimed in, surveying the crowd of chickens. Her eyes landed on Rocky and she tilted her head, a smile creeping across her face.

“You look familiar, rooster…”

Dun dun dun!!!!! I tried to make this chapter as exciting as possible!!!

#chicken run #chicken #aardman #dreamworks

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Roadtrip continued

Clearwater is a small community surrounded by waterfalls and canyons with lots of hiking and biking. The next day we spent the morning hiking to a couple of waterfalls. We drove into Wells Gray Provincial Park and walked a short distance and ended up at the top of a waterfall overlooking a huge canyon and cliffs. The next one was a longer hike to the base of a waterfall. It was meant to be a 20 minute or 2km walk but ended up being closer to 6km in total which took quite a while. The falls were fairly big and Kai and Leon tried to climb behind it as the lady at the tourist office said you could, but they couldn’t find the path. We were on the lookout for bears along the path but we didn’t see any. We did have a few complaints from Aiden and Lani along the way due to the distance and it was a bit of a mission to get them home….

The drive from Clearwater to Whistler via Lillooet was absolutely amazing. Hung and I really enjoyed the drive along the winding mountain roads with the sheer drops to the canyon below with streams and rapids at the base. I did most of the driving that day and had to sneek lots of peeks over the edge. The kids ‘mostly’ sat quietly in the back, playing games or watching movies on their devices. For I think the first time ever I heard Aiden say several times that he thought the scenery outside was amazing and beautiful.

We got tired about 6ish and didn’t think we’d make it to Whistler so we stopped in a tourist office carpark to sleep the night. We left early in the morning and parked in the Nairn Falls Provincial Park carpark for breakfast with a forest view. Aiden and Kai had a sleep in while the rest of us hiked the couple of kms out to Nairn falls. It was beautiful early in the morning and a perfect way to start the day. The falls were very powerful and we had a chat about hydroelectric power and how it is made.

We headed onto Whistler and spent the day walking around town. I thought it was a fairly boring and typical tourist ski town. Most of the skiing was finished although the slopes were still open. We headed to our RV park early in the afternoon, where Leon and Lani went for a bit of a hike through the woods and then got Hung and I to follow. Aiden and Kai hooked up to the wifi which was meant to be great according to reviews on google. We all had a bit of a relaxing afternoon hanging around and after dinner we started a fire. Usually Hung is very conservative with our firewood and only wants us to make a small fire but our neighbouring campsite had left behind a big pile of firewood when they left, and Hung was napping, so we took the opportunity to throw the logs on the fire and get nice and warm! Leon, Lani and Aiden practised roasting their marshmallows and we enjoyed sitting and chatting by the fire for several hours.

The next day we drove to Squamish and spent the afternoon rafting down the Cheakamus River. We suited up in our wetsuits, booties and helmets and jumped on the bus for the short drive to the river. It was the first time any of us have been whitewater rafting and we had a great time. The rapids were a grade 2 and were fairly gentle although they did speed up in a couple of places. Maybe next time Aiden and Kai can go on their own to some faster and bigger ones. The day was overcast and a bit windy but we all had on wetsuits and did a bit of paddling which kept us warm. We stopped halfway down the river for an afternoon tea on the riverbank of delicious homemade hummus, carrots, bananas, potato chips and chocolate brownies. Leon needed to pee so had to duck into the bushes and take off his wetsuit for a quick visit to the bushes. Poor Kai had all the bad luck – getting hit in the head by our guides oar and then falling in when our raft ran over a massive rock and stopped mid-air sending him tumbling over the side into the freezing water. He luckily didn’t hurt himself and it was very funny to watch! Our guide was very chatty and friendly and suggested we travel to Vancouver Island via the Horseshoe Bay ferry to Nanaimo which we decided to do. He also recommended a local Mexican place called Mags for us to have dinner, which we did. After our Mexican we pulled up just outside Squamish at a lovely campsite at the base of The Chief, a huge sheer rockface. We were all tired after rafting and were in bed for an early night. We left early the next morning and stopped for a walk to the Shannon Falls at the base of The Chief. We then drove on towards Horseshoe Bay in North Vancouver to try to get on ferry to Nanaimo. We got on one fairly easily and enjoyed the 90min ferry ride to the island. When we arrived, we found a RV park on outskirts of Nanaimo surrounded by forested areas overlooking the bay. We cooked dinner and Leon lit a fire with sticks he and Lani had collected. In Nanaimo, Aiden enjoyed day out shopping in town, and added to his growing collection of nose rings, but the rest of us thought the town was grotty and not very interesting.

So far on our trip in the RV we have driven through so many areas with beautiful lakes, rivers and streams. It has made Hung really miss his kayaking and fishing which at home is his time out alone to refresh and get some exercise. On our drive from Nanaimo to Victoria we stopped at Duncan and he bought himself a fishing rod and some lures while Leon and Lani bought more marshmallows to roast in our campfire.

We arrived in Victoria on Saturday 4th May and our RV park was right on the harbour looking out towards the city. It was quite expensive ($87/night) but it was really new and was very clean with fantastic facilities including a clubhouse overlooking the water with comfy couches and a TV. It felt like a home away from home. Kai and I walked the 3km along the harbour into the city and had dinner at Earls while Hung went fishing with Leon and Lani and Aiden went for a wander around our local area. Kai and I caught one of the cute little ferries home across the harbour to our RV. The next day, Lani and I had a lovely ‘girls day out’ together. The city is centred around Government Street and has lots of interesting little shops to explore. Parts of the town were filled with smoke as a large building had caught fire in the early hours of the morning and burnt to the ground. We wandered around town having coffee, ice cream and lunch out on our own. We were able to both get our hair washed and a haircut which felt wonderful. On the way home we walked to Fisherman’s Wharf and had fish and chips for dinner and Lani had another ice cream. Leon spent a few hours out with Hung and found himself a special treasure for $4 at the thrift store – a puppet he named King Cody, which is providing many hours of entertainment.

Aiden had a day out and met up with a friend of someone he knows from home. He explored downtown area and spent his emergency money given to him for ‘emergencies’ – i.e. not shopping. He came home with a floral shirt and a yellow polo shirt which he thought he needed to add more colour to his wardrobe. He also came home with a ‘temporary necklace’ which he can tell you more about when you see him.

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Steven Universe: Marooned Together - Chapter Sixteen

(with thanks to @real-fakedoors for proofreading! READ HER STUFF, EVERYONE.)

Lapis stood just beyond the treeline, the beach and the sound of the ocean behind her. She could hear the waves behind her, crashing to the shore as the high tide came in. The birds and small animals she often heard in the jungle were quiet - there wasn’t much nocturnal life on the island - and the absence made her feel incredibly, terribly alone.

This was it, she thought - it was over. She was going to lose everything, and Stevonnie would never want her to come back after that argument. No, it was better to just leave, to shrink into the jungle, to live alone once again; it was better for everyone…

“So, where we going?”

Lapis jumped and spun around. Amethyst had walked up behind her, and was now casually leaning against a tree. Her face was twisted into a casual smile, as if she'd randomly come across her while wandering around a store or back street. It was somehow both endearing and infuriating.

“Amethyst?!” exclaimed Lapis, “How did you find me?”

“Dude, you're literally a hundred yards from the barn,” replied Amethyst, “I'm pretty sure they can still see us.”

She leaned back, cheerfully waving towards the distant shape of the barn.

“I… look, I'm leaving, okay? Just leave me…”

“No you're not,” replied Amethyst, “If you wanted to leave forever, you'd have flown off into space by now, right?”

“I…”

“Yeah, thought so,” Amethyst nodded, “So how about instead of sitting around beating yourself up for however long, why don't you just talk to someone?”

Lapis pursed her lips, doubtful. "And that's supposed to be you?"

"Why not?" The shorter gem responded with a shrug, expression just the right amount of smug to rub Lapis the wrong way. She didn’t get it; she was part of the problem.

"No thanks," she replied curtly, storming off deeper into the forest. The sound of twigs crackling and bushes bristling behind her annoyed her to no end, and she stopped before they'd made it ten-feet deeper.

“What are you doing?" She demanded, spinning on her heel and glaring at Amethyst, "Are you seriously going to follow me around until I - what? Open up to you?”

“Yeah! Let’s go camping!”

Lapis growled, clenching her fists and marching into the trees. “Go away.”

Amethyst smiled and followed, whistling to herself. “Not a chance. So you can keep nagging or suck it up, cause unless you’re ready to bolt it off-planet, you’re stuck with me.”

Swallowing down the urge to fling curses over her shoulder, Lapis just grit her teeth and kept walking. Camping, huh?

This, she thought, was going to be interesting.

The sun rose slowly over the waterfall, catching in the cascade with a dazzling spray of beautiful colours. A rainbow could be faintly seen shimmering over the damp rocks, and Amethyst felt the water lap around her ankles as it snaked down towards the sea. She could hear the long, deep calls of birds - or at least she thought they were birds - in the distance.

“Niiiiice, Laz.” she nodded, “I can see why you stayed here.”

Lapis grunted. She was laying on top of the stream, staring blankly at the sky through the tree cover. If she had a grungy band t-shirt and a cheap cigarette dangling from her lips, Amethyst thought she would be a shoe-in for a moody teenager.

Amethyst stepped over - for a moment, she felt something slimy under her foot, and privately hoped it was seaweed.

“You wanna talk?” she asked.

“About what?” Lapis demanded.

Amethyst shrugged. “Anything.”

She sat down in the shallow water next to the blue gem.

“I ever tell you about the time I left Peri on an asteroid?” she asked.

“You what?” Lapis replied incredulously.

Amethyst let out a humourless chuckle, absently playing with a few strands of her hair.

“We got into an argument - can't even remember what started it now,” she continued, “And we were exploring this space rock that some Homeworld bigwig was mining for coal or ore or something, and I just told her that if she didn't pull herself together, I was just gonna straight up leave her. And she called me a clod and said she'd be happier alone, so I just… snapped, you know?”

“So you left her?” replied Lapis, “That's… harsh. But I guess it's no different to what I did.”

“Well it is,” shrugged Amethyst, “‘Cause I came back two hours later, and… well, we hugged and we cried a lot, and then we went back to the cabin, watched some CPH, and then we…”

She trailed off, thinking for a moment.

“...you comfortable talking about this?” she asked.

“About what, you and Peridot watching TV?” replied Lapis.

“No, about…” Amethyst scratched the back of her head. “Well, you know… making love.”

Lapis blinked.

“Getting physical.”

Lapis blinked again.

“Sex!” Amethyst exclaimed, gesticulating with her arms.

“Oh,” said Lapis, “You could've just said that. I mean, I know what it is, I think… is there a reason you brought this up?”

Amethyst shrugged.

“I guess the point was, people fight, then they forgive each other. Or they don't… I…”

She laid back, her head splashing into the water, long hair fanning out over the gentle current.

“I should've thought about where I was going before I started talking,” she muttered, “I guess I'm saying… it's gonna be okay?”

They lay in silence for something.

“Well,” said Lapis, “You tried. I guess.”

There was a short silence, and then Amethyst snorted and began to laugh.

“I’m on mah wae, from misery tae happiness todaeh…”

“What are you doing?”

Lapis and Amethyst were trudging down a muddy slope - or rather, Amethyst was, and Lapis was floating just above it. The smaller gem didn’t mind; she was singing merrily and stomping down on the wet mud, grinning as it splashed around under her feet. The accent was strange, and Lapis guessed that even if she could place it, it would still be a poor imitation of the real thing.

“Singing an old Earth song,” replied Amethyst, “This one used to drive Pearl nuts.”

“Can you stop?” asked Lapis testily.

“Sure, sure, I got another one!”

Amethyst cleared her throat.

“And I would walk five hundred miles, and I would walk five hundred more, just to be the gem who walked a thousand mi-AAAAAH!”

She slipped, falling hard on her back and sliding down the slope to the bottom, coming to rest against a tree trunk.

“Ow,” she grunted.

She sat up, and for a moment Lapis thought that she might finally be finished singing.

Her hopes were soon dashed.

“I can’t get no - DUN NAH NAH NAH - satisfaction…”

Lapis sighed as they walked onwards, Amethyst’s singing echoing in the distance.

“Lapis, do you wanna have sex?”

Lapis raised an eyebrow.

“What, you mean right now?”

“Aw geez, no, I didn't mean… I mean in general,” replied Amethyst, “Like, if you were dating someone, and…”

They had stopped in front of the old Homeworld mine, the sun now high in the sky. They sat in the shade of a tall tree, Lapis again watching the clouds. She'd been doing this all day - walking, then sitting or lying down and watching something - and Amethyst wondered if it was her way of letting off steam.

Lapis pursed her lips, thinking.

“Do you have to?” she replied, “Like, if you love someone, or if you're dating someone, do you have to…?”

“Nah, dude,” shrugged Amethyst, “There's no rules or anything. Took years before Peri was comfortable with it. If you don't wanna, you don't gotta. And I get the feeling you don't wanna.”

Lapis shook her head.

“It just… I don't get it,” she said, “I read ‘novels’ and they say it's really important, and it's what makes love love, but…”

“Well, what do you think it is?” asked Amethyst.

Lapis bit her lip, blushing.

“Uh… dancing?” she replied, “Holding hands? Uh, hugging? Maybe kissing, I guess? Just…”

“Being intimate?”

“Yeah.”

Lapis sighed, looking down at her feet.

“Is that wrong?” she asked.

“Nah, you're probably just ace,” replied Amethyst, “Plenty of people are! Like Peedee, he's a bit ace, I think he calls it grey…”

“Ace?” quizzed Lapis.

“Asexual.” Amethyst smiled. “Means you don't feel sexual attraction.”

“Oh.”

For the first time all day, Lapis managed a small smile. She looked back up at the clouds drifting by.

“I think I like the sound of that.”

“Why did you decide to fight?”

It was evening now, and they were sitting by the sea on the other side of the island. The beach wasn’t actually that different to the one by the barn - it was a different view, certainly, but there was still the same sea breeze, the same smell, the same picturesque, greenish sunset (although the sun now set over the island rather than the sea - that was definitely a downgrade.)

Amethyst looked up from the fire she’d been trying to make for half-an-hour.

“I’m a quartz, Lapis,” shrugged Amethyst, “It just comes to me.”

“So you’ve never even thought of just… hiding?” asked Lapis.

Amethyst opened her mouth, but stopped for a moment - she seemed to ruminate over her next few words.

“Yeah,” she replied, “Once.”

Lapis didn’t say anything, so she continued.

“There was this Carnelian,” she said, “Not the one from the Zoo, a different one - she joined our crew for a while. She was just… so optimistic, so hell-bent on giving Homeworld a kick up the…”

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again they seemed sombre, haunted.

“One time we raided a Homeworld lab,” she said, “It was a stupid idea but I promised a friend I’d look for… something. Anyway, we got seperated and Carnelian got cornered by an Agate and her soldiers. I just… I just remember running to get there and then…”

She took up a handful of sand.

“...dust. Just… red dust,” she said hollowly, “It wasn’t enough for them to shatter her, they had to… grind her into… into fucking sand. Just to make absolutely sure she wouldn’t come back.”

“What did you do to the Agate?” asked Lapis.

Amethyst gazed down at her hands. She opened her fingers, and the sand slowly trickled down to the Earth.

“You never forget the first time you shatter a gem,” she replied.

The air seemed to turn colder, and Lapis resisted the urge to shiver.

“Anyway, me and Peri talked about it. We were gonna take the Avenger, find some planet in the middle of nowhere and just stay there. But, I just remember that… that red dust, and I think…”

She clenched her fists again.

“Nobody should have to go through that,” she finished, “Not if I can help it.”

They said nothing else as the sun set and darkness fell, but Lapis found she didn’t mind. There was a lot to think about.

The sky was blood red.

Lapis stood on top of a pile of shattered wood by the beach, staring at the twisted remains of a blue ship - the Crystal Avenger. She tasted burning steel and the tang of copper -- blood -- in the air as choking, black ash rained down from the sky.

Slowly and numbly, she stepped towards the wreckage. She could see a glint of green - Peridot! She had to help her, she thought; she had to save her from the strange blight that had fallen upon them.

But as she approached, she saw another small glint, and another, and another…

Shattered.

She fell to her knees, clutching her head. This couldn’t be happening - it just couldn’t! Suddenly she could hear a hideous screaming sound, drilling into her very being. The world around was drained of colour - her vision was filled with white light, and she forced her eyes closed.

“You can't hide forever, Starlight.”

The voice sent a shiver down Lapis’ spine.

She opened her eyes. She was standing in a pure white void, almost so bright as to be painful. In front of her, she could see Stevonnie, sword drawn, looking up at something. Lapis followed their gaze - her eyes widened.

White Diamond towered above them, a serene smile on her face. She almost looked motherly.

“L-leave me alone!” shouted Stevonnie, “I don't want…”

“Oh, but it doesn't matter what we want,” replied White Diamond, “We have a duty. Come home, Starlight - end this silly little game.”

She reached out her titanic hand, aiming to scoop up the fusion.

“No!”

Lapis found herself running, bolting past Stevonnie and standing in front of them, arms outstretched.

“Get away from them!” she bellowed.

White Diamond stared down at her. Fear ran through her being, and her mind scolded her - this is stupid, Lapis, just run, save yourself - but she refused to move.

Suddenly, White Diamond smirked.

“Well,” she said, “Isn't this interesting?”

She extended a long, manicured finger and swiftly lowered it towards Lapis. There was no time to dodge - she closed her eyes and braced…

“Lapis? Dude, you okay?”

Lapis shot up, clutching her head.

She was back on the beach, Amethyst kneeling down next to her. The sea was calm, the sky clear and dotted with stars - everything was normal.

“It was… it was a dream,” she muttered, holding her arms tightly over her chest, worried she might come apart if she let her seams exposed.

“Looked more like a nightmare from here,” said Amethyst.

Lapis shook her head, taking slow, deliberate breaths to calm down.

“I saw White Diamond,” she said, “And Stevonnie, and… and I stood up to her.”

“Cool,” nodded Amethyst.

“Not cool!” exclaimed Lapis, “I think I died!”

“But you stood up for yourself, dude!” replied Amethyst, “You fought for something! Do you get it now?”

“Get it… no! I… I don't…”

Lapis stood up, clenching her fists.

“Stop trying to manipulate me!” she shouted.

“Manipulate you?” Amethyst stood up too. “What do you mean, manipulate you?”

“It's just like at the barn!” growled Lapis, “When you were telling Stevonnie they have to fight, that the Diamonds are gonna find us! You don't know that! You're just trying to get ‘em to…”

“I'm trying?” Amethyst threw her arms out. “Open your eyes, Lapis! They were always gonna fight back. It's who they are! It's who they're made of! Connie was always a fighter, and Steven couldn't stand to see anyone hurt…”

“And you preyed on that!” Lapis shouted, pointing a finger at Amethyst, “You knew that if you just pushed them into…”

“So I nudged them a little,” snapped Amethyst, “It’s still their choice, Lapis, not yours!”

She crossed her arms.

“Why the hell do you care, anyway?” she demanded.

“What do you mean, why do I care?” spluttered Lapis.

“As long as nothing happens to your barn or your island, why do you care what happens to Stevonnie?” Amethyst spat, “I mean, you can always just leave ‘em, right? Like you did to Peridot…”

“Don't you dare…”

“Well, tell me!” thundered Amethyst, “Why does it matter now when it didn't before? What changed? Why do you care so much about…”

“Well maybe I’ve changed! You ever think about that?!” demanded Lapis, “Maybe I don’t wanna be that person anymore! Maybe I’m done hurting people! And maybe I just want to be able to live my life with Stevonnie without someone trying to get them to join some crazy resistance movement…”

“It’s not crazy, Lazuli, it’s the only way-”

“You’re gonna get the one person I love killed!”

There was a long silence, the last cry echoing in the darkness.

Her energy fading, Lapis sat down in the sand, clutching her temples. Slowly, Amethyst sat down too.

“Whoa,” she muttered, “That got pretty heated.”

“Yeah,” sighed Lapis.

Amethyst bit her lip.

“So, uh… love, huh?”

“I… I don't know what this feeling is,” said Lapis at last, “If it's like you and Peridot or if it's just friends or something else, but… but I don't want to live without them, and I just… I can't bear to think of them being killed, and I know that's selfish, but I…”

Amethyst sighed.

“Lapis, that's not selfish at all,” she replied.

Lapis lay back, staring at the stars.

“They're gonna fight, aren't they?” she said wearily, “I can't stop them.”

“Probably,” nodded Amethyst.

Lapis closed her eyes and took another deep, deliberate breath.

“Guess there's only one thing I can do.”

Wearily, Stevonnie paced the barn. The early morning sun was slowly peeking through the door, filling the barn with its faint light green It had been two nights, and there was still no sign of Lapis or Amethyst. Peridot was sitting on the hammock, reading an old magazine - her legs dangled over the side. In the distance, they could see Lenny, C and Z leaving the Crystal Avenger to get back to work on the warp pad.

“Where are they?” Stevonnie muttered to themself, restlessly scanning the horizons for a spot of purple or blue.

“Eh, Amethyst will be back,” replied Peridot, “Give it another couple of days.”

“Does this happen a lot with you guys?” asked Stevonnie, turning to the green gem.

“Well, usually I come along,” shrugged Peridot, “But sometimes Blue Zircon gets lonely and someone has to stay with her to make sure she doesn’t panic and take the ship back to New Earth, and…”

A wooden board creaked, and Stevonnie turned around.

Lapis stood in the doorway, arm behind her back. She smiled nervously.

“I… um… I just wanna say…”

Stevonnie lunged forward, pulling their barnmate into a tight hug.

“Lapis, I’m sorry!” they exclaimed, “I didn’t mean to-”

“You’re sorry? I’m sorry!” replied Lapis, “I just left on you, and…”

“Yeah, because I wouldn’t accept…”

“I wouldn’t accept your point of…”

“You can both be sorry, you clods!” Peridot shouted.

Stevonnie stepped back, letting go of Lapis.

“I, uh, if you want me to-” they began.

“No,” replied Lapis, “I… I know I can’t stop you from fighting, and I’ve been thinking, and…”

She took a deep breath.

“I wanna fight with you,” she said, “Just… I don’t want you to do it alone. Is that okay?”

Stevonnie grinned, their eyes watering.

“Lapis,” they replied, “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

As they pulled each other into another hug, Amethyst climbed into the barn and casually strolled up to Peridot.

“Why do other people’s relationships have to be so complicated?” she asked.

“I guess other people lack our perfect emotional and physical compatibility,” shrugged Peridot.

Amethyst tagged on a sly grin, putting an arm over her shoulder.

“I love it when you talk dirty, ‘Dot.”

#steven universe #marooned together #lapis lazuli #amethyst #stevonnie #peridot #amedot

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begin again | chapter three

It’s been three years since Baz left the sleepy Isle of Mage to attend university in London, and he hasn’t regretted a thing--except maybe leaving Simon behind. Convinced he’ll never be forgiven, Baz refuses to even visit until a frantic phone call from his stepmother sends him running home. Once there, Baz is forced to confront his past, question the future, and maybe, just maybe, get that second chance he’s always desired.

genre(s): angst+fluff+smut (in later chapters)

chapter length: 3427 words

triggers/warnings: smoking mention and discussion of past character death

author’s note: a giant thank you to @amandaisnotwriting & @rainbowbaz & @bazwearsjeans for the beta/britpicking! full acknowledgments will be posted with the last chapter

Three days ago Simon sent me a text asking me to go to the cinema with him. I’d agreed, we saw a film, he bought me dinner, and now, two days later, he’s standing in my bedroom doorway next to Vera, who’s just announced his arrival.

“Thank you, Vera,” I say, “and hello, Simon.” Vera nods and leaves, leaving me alone with Simon in my room for the first time in years.

“Hey,” he replies, casually, as if it’s a common occurrence for him to show up at my house uninvited. (Or even to show up at all.)

I opt not to beat around the bush. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugs. “Wanted to see you.”

“Why?”

He shrugs again. (Half his fucking answers are shrugs—it’s both infuriating and adorable.) (Adorably infuriating.) (Infuriatingly adorable.)

“So, can I come in?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

“Oh, fuck off,” he laughs, and walks past me into the room. I watch as he starts wandering around, picking up things and peering at objects like he’s looking for something.

“Can I help you?”

“May I help you.”

“Fuck off.”

“If I have to be all posh and proper, then you do too. ‘sonly fair.”

He stops in front of my old violin, tucked away in its case. I watch as he runs his fingers over the leather, and then the clasps, before turning to look at me. “Do you still play?”

I nod.

“You used to play for me.”

“I played because I wanted to.” (Both statements are true, though I refuse to disclose that fact.)

“Okay,” he says slowly, “do you want to play now?”

“Not particularly.”

“Will you?”

“No,” I reply as I stand up and cross the room until I’m standing next to him. Elbowing him out of the way, I point to the sofa at the foot of my bed. “Sit down.”

He obeys quickly, nearly tripping over himself before falling down onto the red velvet. The heather grey of his trackies pops against the rich color. I wish I didn’t know how it contrasts with his skin. (I wish that this was the first time I was remembering that.)

Now that I’m closer to the violin, the signs of disuse are more apparent. There’s a thin layer of dust settled over the black leather, streaked where Simon’s fingertips ran the length of the case. The layer isn’t thick enough to generate a large cloud when I open it, but small bits are still dispersed, made visible by the sunlight streaming in from the large bay window across the room.

I can feel Simon’s eyes on me as I reach for the instrument. It’ll be out of tune, and I almost play it anyway, but something stops me. I don’t want to play him something imperfect.

It feels shockingly intimate, him watching me like this. I’m not doing anything incredibly exciting, except it’s been so long since I’ve touched this particular violin that there’s a certain amount of nostalgia involved. That’s all. That’s all this is. That’s the only reason I agreed to do this. Nostalgia. That’s the only reason I’ve got prickles on the back of my neck, and butterflies in my stomach.

I’m taking longer than necessary to prepare, stalling on purpose. It’s tuned now, the bow properly rosined, but I can’t make myself pick it up. It’s not that I don’t want to do it, just…

I don’t realise I’m holding my breath until it registers that the only sound in the room is Simon’s quiet respirations. Still not facing him, I inhale, close my eyes, and lift the instrument to my chin, counting in before I begin to play. It’s nothing he’s heard before, playing something familiar felt like too much, so I’ve chosen the song I’d been teaching myself before I came here. (It sounds better with Andrea accompanying on the piano, but Simon doesn’t need to know that.)

The first note slices through the air, just this side of too loud. I wince, but as the song goes on I lose myself in the music. I haven’t practised at all since I got here, and I can immediately feel the effects. Nothing calms my mind like playing, and for the next two and a half minutes the only thing I think about is what comes next, how to move the bow, how to block out my thoughts.

When I come back to myself I hear someone sniffling. I let the instrument drop from my chin, and when I turn around I can see tears in Simon’s eyes. He blinks them away, but not completely. I’m holding my breath again.

Simon clears his throat. “That was…” He looks lost for words. “That was good. That was really good. Fuck, Baz, that was sort of amazing.”

It wasn’t, I would run out of fingers listing every mistake I just made, but I feel my cheeks flush at the compliments anyway, and I cover up my embarrassment by fiddling with my violin, pretending to check the strings and inspect the bow. “I haven’t practised for weeks; I’m rusty.”

“You’re brilliant.”

“I’m really not,” I say, looking away from him. I can still feel his eyes on me, and when I lift my head he’s right in front of me.

“You are.”

It’s not often that I’m struck dumb—that’s Simon’s thing—but every word I know has suddenly left my brain. I don’t remember how to talk; my tongue won’t move. I manage to get my mouth to open slightly, but all that comes out is, “ah.” And then nothing. There’s something hanging in the air, not quite a promise, but palpable enough to cause my heart to beat faster. I shouldn’t want this.

There’s a knock at the door, and the spell is broken. I jerk my head back then, and it’s impossible to miss the way Simon’s face falls. My stomach swoops at the idea that he wanted it too, but I shove that down abruptly. It can’t happen. We can’t happen. Nothing has changed. I’m still going back.

Nothing has changed, not even for Simon.

“It’s open,” I call out. Daphne sticks her head in, and whatever she was about to say seems to die on her lips when she notices I’m not alone.

“Oh! Am I interrupting something?”

I shake my head. “Simon was just leaving.” Simon nearly snaps his neck at the sound of his name, frowning like he wasn’t expecting to be kicked out like this. (I don’t want to do it.) (I have to do it.)

“I didn’t know you two were friends,” she says. “How nice.”

Judging by her genuine reaction, Daphne doesn’t seem to remember Alfie telling her about our day at the beach. The first thing he’d done after I brought him inside to her was scramble into her lap and babble excitedly about building sandcastles and knocking them all down with “Si”. I’d braced myself for an interrogation after that, but it never came, and now I can guess why. (To be fair, she never knew him as Si.) (To be fair, she never really knew him at all.)

I don’t know how to respond, so I just nod. Simon gives a tiny one back, and we stand in an awkward silence that feels like it lasts hours while Daphne watches us. I wish she’d bloody say something more. I wish I could bloody say something at all. (I don’t have high hopes for Simon—his conversational skills are useless at the best of times.)

“Did you need something?” I finally ask, and Daphne shakes her head.

“I just wanted to ask you a question, but it can wait.”

“Okay,” I say. She makes no move to leave, and I don’t miss the question in her eyes as she attempts to subtly look back and forth from me to Simon. She doesn’t seem quite satisfied with whatever she sees, but she still backs out of the doorway and nods in our direction as she says, “have a nice day, Simon,” and “Baz, we’ll talk later.”

Simon murmurs his response as she closes the door. The awkwardness has dissipated, but only somewhat. “I didn’t think Daphne knew who I was,” he says.

“It’s a fucking small island. Of course she knows who you are.”

“But she doesn’t know about—”

“Of course not. No one knows,” I pause, slightly dreading his answer. (I don’t know why, it’s not like the consequences would matter at this point.) (It’s not like there are any consequences at all. Anything remotely controversial ended that day in Simon’s room.) “Unless you told someone?”

“Just Penelope,” he says, and I can’t say I hadn’t expected that. “Have you told anyone?”

“Just my flatmate.” (Who proceeded to tell Philippa, because they’re one of those couples with no secrets.) (I don’t know how they do it, but I can’t help feeling like they have the right idea.)

“Speaking of Bunce,” I say, “I’m surprised I haven’t bumped into her yet.”

His smile drops. “She...um...she moved to America two years ago to be with her boyfriend. It’s been…it’s been hard, actually. Not having her here. It’s been hard.”

It hits me then that I wasn’t the only one to leave him. “America isn’t amnesia.”

“It feels like it sometimes.”

“You don’t talk?”

“We do talk. But it’s not the same as being together in person. And not having her here—not having anyone here, really—made it so much harder.”

“Made what harder?”

He stiffens. “Nothing.”

I almost let it go, but then I remember his strange reaction to my question at his house. Ebb’s old house. I also recall that I haven’t seen a hint of his father since my return, which doesn’t make sense because he used to be everywhere.

“Simon? Did something happen to Ebb? Did something happen to your... ” I trail off, because I can’t make myself say it out loud.

“What? Why would you… I—I can’t…Baz…I—” Simon’s shoulders start to shake, and I wish I hadn’t said anything. I’ve broached a topic too heavy for this stage in our newfound friendship, but I can’t take it back. That doesn’t mean I don’t try.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

Simon shakes his head. “I want to. I…I think I need to. I need to tell someone.”

“Okay,” I say. I should cross the room and sit next to him, but I can’t make myself move. I wrack my brain, trying to prepare something comforting to say, but there’s nothing there. (I’ve always been terrible at this. Comforting people. Making them feel better.) (I don’t know how.)

“There was a car accident,” he says. I don’t miss the wobble of his lip, and my heart’s already breaking. “They both—it…” His voice falters, but he squares his shoulders and continues, voice louder and clearer, but still ragged. “I was in the car. The night he—the night it happened. I was with him; I was there.” He looks at me, eyes stricken suddenly, “I don’t remember. Baz, I don’t remember…I don’t—shit!”

“My—Davy—Davy, he was…fuck…he was lecturing me, yelling at me about—fuck,” he swears, “fuck, I don’t even remember. It wasn’t even important enough to remember.”

That realisation seems to destroy any semblance of control, and Simon hiccups a small sob. “It’s my fault, Baz. It’s my fault they died. I killed them. I—it’s all my fault.” He’s crying openly now, big fat drops rolling down his freckled cheeks, so different from his earlier tears. I can barely take it.

“Simon,” I say, because I don’t know what else to say, and he looks at me, face red and and puffy, and so so broken. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say, except that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Simon. I’m so sorry for leaving. I’m sorry you had to go through that alone. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sorry. I love you.

The last thought is more terrifying than it should be, and it’s enough to jolt me back to the moment. Without meaning to, I find myself approaching Simon on the sofa. He’s curled into himself, knees to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs. His head is bowed now, but he still makes a noise to acknowledge my presence. I make no move to touch him first, but don’t move away when he leans into me.

I don’t try to hold him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His breathing starts to slow, and I’m half afraid he’s going to fall asleep on me, and half hoping he actually will. Neither of us say anything, and I work to steer my thoughts to a safer topic. Not a happier one, though, because I’m back to dwelling on the fact that he’s been so alone.

It’s not like the past few years have been a bloody breeze for me either, but I’d at least had people there for me. (Well, a person. A person and her girlfriend, because they’re a package deal, apparently.) I have other friends—which is entirely Andrea’s fault—but she was the one who got me through that first year away from home. She was the one who understood me best—still is—and I can’t imagine what my life would be like now without her.

(She’d tease me for ages if I was ever that openly soppy, but that doesn’t make it any less true.)

We met exactly one week into my first term, when I walked into my morning lecture to find her sat in my seat, giggling with the girl next to her. I’d refused to sit anywhere else, and she wouldn’t give up the spot. We were caught at a standstill until I was declared a nuisance and kicked out.

I’d held a grudge against her for the rest of the term, and spent the remaining lectures glaring at her from my inferior seat in the back of the hall. It wasn’t until Easter hols, when we were among those who elected not to return home, that we ran into each other. Not literally, of course, but Andrea recognised me from that day at uni and offered to buy me a coffee as a belated apology.

Now—nearly four years later—we’re flatmates, that girl is her girlfriend, and the three of us spend our holidays together. Typically on a beach, usually in Ibiza, and always away from home.

Until this year.

Because this year I’m spending my summer in the last place I ever expected, trying (and failing) not to pine after the boy I’d left behind while his wet cheeks dampen my shirt.

There’s a noise at the door again, except this time it’s more like a scratching than a knocking. I suspect I know who the culprit is. I try to ignore it, but it comes, louder, and Simon looks curious.

He wipes his eyes on his sleeve. “What was that?”

“Just Winston.”

Simon’s up in an instant, scrambling towards the door. Winston comes running in as soon as there’s enough space to squeeze through, and he makes a beeline straight for me. Simon attempts to intercept, catching a wiggling Winston with one arm—which goes about as terribly as expected—and giggles as his face is assaulted with slobbery dog kisses.

Oh, bloody hell. I forgot how much he loved that damn dog.

I’d make him leave—he’s not supposed to be in here anyway—but Simon’s finally smiling again, his mood completely flipped, and that’s enough for me to let Winston stay. (I suppose I could kick Simon out as well.) (I suppose I could do a lot of things involving Simon.)

They’re both on the floor now, Simon absent-mindedly scratching at Winston’s exposed belly. His face is still red, his eyes are still puffy, but he looks content now. I move to pack up my violin, but Simon stops me.

“Will you play for me again? Please?”

Without saying anything, I lift the instrument and return to the song from earlier. This time I’m facing Simon, and he’s smiling softly as he watches me. The intensity of his gaze makes me close my eyes, and when I open them again after I’m done, I see Simon asleep on the rug next to the unlit fireplace. He’s cuddling Winston, who isn’t asleep like Simon, but seems extremely content to be held that way. I swear he’s looking at me smugly. Can dogs even look smug? I glare at him, which doesn’t faze him in the slightest, of course. (Or make me any less jealous.)

I drag the duvet from my bed and lay it on top of Simon. Winston gets buried underneath, but he manages to wiggle his way out before I can start to feel bad about it. Simon rolls over, and I think I’ve woken him up until I realise his eyes are still shut tightly. His cheek is smooshed against the rug, and it’s so terribly endearing that I have to look away.

I can’t be in here right now—not when he’s looking soft and innocent on my bedroom floor. I don’t want to go downstairs either, so I decide to revisit one of my thinking spots from when I was a teenager: the roof.

It used to drive Daphne mad, me sitting out here like this. She was convinced I’d fall and break my neck. “For goodness sake, Basil, it’s on the second floor!” she’d say, but I never stopped. It’s not like I was running around up here or anything, just sitting. And thinking. (And, according to Vera, brooding.)

The window sticks—bloody ancient house—and I have to force it open. It makes a terrible screeching noise, and I look back quickly to see if it’s woken Simon up, but he’s still sound asleep. Winston’s eyes are closed now as well, and I have to tear my eyes away from the disgustingly domestic scene before I do something ridiculous, like join them.

***

That’s where Simon finds me some time later, cross-legged on the roof, smoking a cigarette and watching the sun fall behind the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and crimson.

“Have a good nap?”

He rotates his shoulder and cracks his neck. “I’ve had better.”

I take a drag, inhaling and letting the smoke fill my lungs like a warm blanket. The nicotine rushes to my head, reminding me that it’s been ages since I’ve done this. When I exhale, I make sure to blow the cloud in Simon’s direction, and he frowns.

“Those things’ll kill you.”

I stub it out. “Good.”

He rolls his eyes, laughing softly, and sits down heavily next to me. Our shoulders are touching now—this is the closest I’ve been to Simon in ages; it’s the sweetest type of torture. He smells like me, like cedar and bergamot, and I’m too busy trying to figure out a subtle way to shove my nose into his curls that I don’t notice him reaching for my hand until our fingers are already intertwined. He squeezes gently, and my cheeks flame.

Simon watches the sky, and I watch Simon. Hoping that he’ll notice. Hoping that he won’t.

It feels like we should be kissing. The sun is setting, he’s right there, and it would be so ridiculously simple to just lean in and do it. We should be kissing. He turns his head.

And then, we are.

chapter four

#snowbaz #carry on #snowbaz fanfiction #carry on fanfiction #exes to lovers #fic begin again #track that tag to be updated!

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the-golden-mango-of-discord · 6 years

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One Night

A/N: The wondrous @swaggy-whale and I have dubbed thee “Calec.” Now go forth into the world, my children. You have an official ship name, sort of.

Even though Alexander was the most paranoid soul in all of the history of Gryffindor, he could still never back down from a personal challenge. And it was Cory’s job to keep him from getting himself killed.

Sometimes it was impossible though, and all Cory could do was join him in doing the stupid thing. This time it was the Forbidden Forest. Why, oh why did it have to be the Forbidden Forest? Alec was deathly terrified of it, but of course, because Cormac McLaggen claimed that anyone who survived an entire night in the Forest was only then truly a Gryffindor, then, by all means, let’s go into the dark and creepy woods with only our wands and the clothes on our backs!

When Alec said that he would take on this challenge, McLaggen just laughed and sneered. “You? Spending a night in the Forbidden Forest? You won’t even go near it, not since first year! Dream all you want, you’ll never be a true Gryffindor.”

Alec had to be restrained.

“Well, just you wait,” he growled, trying to free himself from Cory’s death grip to no avail, “when I come out of the Forbidden Forest wand held high in victory tomorrow morning, you’ll see! The Sorting Hat placed me in Gryffindor for a reason!”

So here they were, standing on the Hogwarts grounds, near Hagrid’s hut, staring up at the dark trees leading into the Forbidden Forest. Alec’s whole body trembled, but he held his head high in determination. “Who knows, maybe we’ll even catch that rogue Ford Anglia that’s been wandering around the place since second year!”

Cory highly doubted that, since the infamous flying blue car had been evading capture from even Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall for years now.

“Well,” he said instead, “I think we should just focus on staying alive. It’s forbidden for a reason, I suppose.”

“Do Nargles live in forests?” Alec asked.

“No, they like to nest in smaller plants or places they can steal things,” he said flippantly. “No one lives in the Forest, so they tend to stay in the school.”

Alec nodded, still unsure. But then he took a deep breath and took his first step into the Forest. He was immediately enveloped by the thick black shadows of the trees and undergrowth, and Cory quickly followed.

The Forest was scarier than he thought it would be. Noises came from every point at once, whispers and pattering footsteps and growls that overwhelmed their senses. The dense foliage blocked out even the stars, and only slivers of moonlight reached the ground and illuminated the rustling bushes and grass every meter or so. Cory muttered a “Lumos” to help them see at least the ground in front of their feet. Even so, Alec tripped on a protruding tree root and sprawled on the ground, almost hitting his head on a boulder. He sat up and spent a good deal of time scrambling over the ground searching for his wand, which had fallen out of his pocket.

“Accio wand,” Cory said, and it flew out from a shrub into his hand.

A hollow “Oh yeah, you can do that” was all that Alec could muster. Cory figured he was feeling much less spirited than he had when they first entered the Forest.

A long, loud howl made Alec jump and grab onto Cory’s arm. “What was that? Do you think it was a werewolf? Oh, Merlin, I never should have agreed to do this, I’m such an idiot.”

Cory was about to pry Alec off him, but when he looked down at the smaller boy, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of warm possessiveness for his best friend. The poor boy seemed like he was about to cry; his bottom lip quivered, and his eyes widened and darted around frantically in reaction to every sound. He pressed himself closer to Cory.

“Er...” Cory waved his wand around, searching for wolves or people or wolf/people. “There’s nothing there. Ow!” He flinched when Alec dug his nails deeper into his arm. “Do you want to stay here or find a more sheltered place to spend the night?”

Alec glanced around. “No, let’s go further in. You can practically still see the school.”

Cory shrugged and dragged Alec deeper into the woods.

Eventually, they came across a clearing; the lack of densely packed trees allowed for the moon- and starlight to shine through - an island of silver in the middle of an otherwise black sea of forest. A protruding boulder with lichen hanging over the side provided a somewhat sheltered half-cave.

“We could stay there,” Cory said.

Alec nodded enthusiastically and scampered to the cave, crawling as far as he possibly could under the little overhanging. He curled into a tight ball and peered suspiciously into the forest. Cory laughed and joined him, tucking his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his leg to imitate his friend.

“We just have to survive less than twelve hours here, right?” Alec said hopefully. “That’s not so bad. Besides, how many people have actually died here?”

“Well, I was reading through Hogwarts: A History a while ago and I think approximately -”

“No!” Alec’s eyes widened. “It was a rhetorical question! I don’t want to know!”

Cory shrugged and leaned back on the slightly curved boulder, staring at Alec. His blonde hair was more dishevelled than usual, and flecks of dirt and shrubbery speckled his face and clothes. He’d pulled it into a ponytail to stop himself from playing with it like he usually did when he was nervous; instead, he fiddled with the many multi-coloured braided bracelets around his wrists and forearms. He could never sit still for more than a few minutes without finding something to do with his hands.

Cory tapped his wand absentmindedly against his knuckles, then pointed it into the air, making blue sparks fly from its tip. Alec stared blurrily at the sparks, leaning his cheek against Cory’s shoulder. He yawned after a moment.

“If we survive this, remind me to repay you,” he said.

“For what?” asked Cory.

Alec shrugged. “For coming with me. You didn’t have to. And Cormac said I was a sissy for having to bring along my crazy Ravenclaw friend with me, but for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re crazy. Or at least, you’re a good amount of crazy.”

“Thank you, I suppose,” Cory said, embarrassingly flattered. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a bad Gryffindor. You make enough horrible decisions to be considered one already.”

Alec smiled wistfully, and before too long he’d fallen asleep on his friend’s shoulder, snoring softly.

The rest of the night passed without incident, thank Merlin. No werewolves, centaurs, huge spiders, or rogue blue Ford Anglias to speak of. Despite the peacefulness of the whole scene - Alec’s slow, rhythmic breathing, the trees and underbrush rustling in a way that had previously seemed creepy, and the silver moonlight dancing over the leaf mulch and tree roots and twigs littering the ground in the clearing, Cory didn’t catch a wink of sleep the entire night. He didn’t mind, though. He felt that if he fell asleep he would shatter the perfect stillness of this moment.

But all good things had to end, he supposed. When morning crept upon them, turning the dark forest to orange and pink fire, Alec slowly awoke, stretching and wiping a trickle of drool from the corner of his mouth. He blinked quickly, pulled his robes tighter around himself, and peered up at Cory through sleep-addled eyes and his dishevelled hair, which had fallen out of its ponytail. “Where the hell are we?” he asked.

Cory let him piece the clues together and watched the realization dawn on his face. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Cory, remind me never to set foot in the Forbidden Forest again.”

“Can’t promise that, but I can promise to never let you spend a night here. It was much too cold the entire night.”

“Did you even sleep at all?” Alec asked. Cory shook his head. Alec sighed. “Figures. Well, c’mon, let’s get out of here. I need to brush my hair, badly.”

Cory ruffled his hair, messing it up even more, and Alec swatted his hand away in annoyance. But he laughed as they made their way back to Hogwarts.

#i was listening to crushcrushcrush so this got a little more romantic than i intended #calec #cory lovegood #alec warne #ocs #hogwarts ocs #my writing #harry potter fanfic #gryffindor #ravenclaw #forbidden forest #cormac mclaggen #just posting this and im out #mango's one-shots #a day at hogwarts

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ladyseaheart1668 · 6 years

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Endless Summer Fan Novel (Book 1, Chapter 3)

Darkness enfolds me, cold, quiet, and still. Then it stirs, creeping towards me. Powerful, rippling muscles. Glowing golden eyes...

I awake with a gasp beneath a leafy canopy in a four-poster bed. Sweat soaks the soft sheets and blanket. I flop back on the pillow, willing my heart to slow.

“What the hell was that thing?” I murmur aloud. It takes me a few moments to stop trembling. But once I do, I start to feel the effects of the night before creeping up on me, and I groan. I knocked back a couple more cocktails after coming back up from the beach, mostly to calm myself down. The throbbing pain behind my eyes tells me that was a very poor idea. Not to mention the effects of the late night in general. It occurs to me to wonder what time it is. I fumble for my phone on the nightstand beside me.

9:27am. And still no cell service. I check for a wi-fi signal, but there is none to be found. Not even a secured signal. I sigh and put the phone down. Might as well get up, I guess. I push back the covers, stumbling into the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and gulp some water from the sink while I wait for the stream to get warm. It doesn't take long, and I strip and step under the soothing water. The strong pressure feels like a gentle massage. The shower is stocked with exotic floral body washes and shampoos. I savor the fragrance as I scrub the sweat from my body and rinse the chlorine from my hair. I should have done that last night. Blonde hair and pool water usually don't mix. But so far my hair hasn't turned green. Sooner than I want to, I turn off the water and step out onto the mossy green bathmat. I gulp more sink water. I make the bed—because I haven't seen the housekeeping staff anywhere, either—pull on some clothes, and hang my towel to dry.

By the time I've finished brushing my teeth, the headache is fading, and my stomach is starting to growl. I take a few more gulps of water, tuck my room key into my pocket and wander down to the hotel restaurant.

I'm greeted by a chaotic scene, and a cacophony of smells from the buffet table.

“Uh, Raj,” Sean says, “when you said you were going to cook breakfast, I figured, you know, pancakes and bacon. Not...what is this, again?”

“The Raj Hangover Special 9000! A perfect scramble of eggs, potatoes, oysters, and bananas, topped off with pickle juice. Trust me, dudes, it'll cure your hangovers before you can say 'this tastes gross and weird.' Just try it.”

“...This tastes gross and weird,” Jake mutters.

Zahra grimaces. “I do not want this in this place, I do not want this in my face.”

“Y'all are missing out,” Craig declares, shoveling in another mouthful. “This shizz is delicious!”

“I once saw you eat a rock,” Michelle says flatly.

“That was a dare, and I won ten bucks!”

As they notice my entrance, my classmates go quiet.

“Well, well, well,” Jake drawls. “If it isn't the Girl Who Cried Monster.”

“Seriously, Alodia,” Raj laughs. “You shut down the party faster than the cops back home.”

“That's what you care about?” Estella sneers.

I smile sheepishly. “Sorry about that. I know I kinda freaked everyone out last night.”

“Pfft. Didn't freak me out,” Craig insists. “Nothing freaks Craig out!”

“Craig, let Alodia talk,” Sean chides.

“...That's pretty much it. I promise I'll try not to ruin anymore parties.”

“Good!” Raj says. “Because tonight, we're running it baaaaaack!”

Everyone laughs. I join in, but I stop when I notice Estela looking at me with disappointment.

“Hey, stranger.” Diego sidles up to me, holding a plate piled high with Raj's sizzling hangover cure. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I'm fine. It was just...a rough night.”

“Care for some breakfast?”

I eye the plate in his hands warily. The concoction looks like pureed scrambled eggs and smells like salted fish. “...I don't know if I should.”

“It's actually not bad.” He grins as my stomach growls audibly. “And face it, you need to eat something. Let's get you a plate.”

I relent, and move to the buffet table where I fill a plate with pale yellow salty-fish-scented goop. I fill a glass with orange juice.

“So, uh...I hate to give you a middle school flashback, but what table should we sit at?”

I look around for two empty seats. At one table, Michelle asks Raj and Craig where the resort gym is. At another, Aleister, Grace, and Zahra are discussing something Grace found at the beach. I drift over to the first table. I know Michelle hates me, but I like Raj, and I don't have anything against Craig. Besides, I can probably follow their conversation better.

“Hey, guys. I heard you talking about the gym? I'd totally be down to hit that up.”

Michelle scoffs. “Oh, sweetie, did you think I was talking to you? I'm going to the gym because I want to work out, not watch you have another meltdown.”

“Hey!” Diego says. “At the peak of her gymnastics career, Allie was in the gym about five hours a day!”

“Slight exaggeration. And I hardly had a career.” But I flash him a grateful smile.

“Come on, Michelle,” Raj chimes in. “Go easy on Alodia. We're all stuck on this island together, we might as well get along.”

“Pfft. Says you. I don't get along with anyone I don't want to.”

“Craig, dude, you don't get along with anyone, period.”

“He's got you there,” Michelle says.

I cover a chuckle by stuffing a forkful of egg goo into my mouth. ...It's like eating a pile of mushy salt with fish, banana, and egg aftertaste. If only I weren't so hungry. I gulp the rest of it before I can taste too much.

“Hey, you got that down pretty quick,” Raj remarks. “Did you like it?”

“...I'm going to be tasting that in my burps all day.”

“Absolutely!”

At that moment, the door swings open, and Lila enters, looking bright-eyed and flawless.

“Good morning, everyone! I hope you're all enjoying your lovely breakfast in our five-star restaurant. But I might've found out what happened to all the guests.” She pauses to let us react, but we're all waiting for her to continue.

“...Well?” Jake prompts. “Spit it out, Dimples.”

“Well, I went into the staff office to look for information. One of the computers in there, the one used for island-wide broadcasts, was still running. It turns out exactly two days ago, at 3:45 PM, someone used the emergency broadcast system to trigger a full evacuation of the hotel.”

“An evacuation?”

“It's a standard procedure at all Rourke International resorts. In the event of a natural disaster, the guests vacate the premises and head to a secure shelter.”

“A natural disaster?” I snicker. “You mean like Raj's cooking?”

Craig laughs. “Ha! Buuuuuuuurn!”

Raj presses his fist to his chest. “Ouch, Alodia. Major ouch.”

Lila blinks. “Yes. Well...questionable cooking aside, the evacuation procedures here were designed specifically to handle only certain cases. A hurricane, a viral outbreak, or Mount Atropo finally erupting.”

“Yeah, well, I don't see any hurricanes, virus, or lava flows,” Jake says skeptically.

“So, why trigger the evacuation procedure?” Sean asks.

“False alarm, maybe,” Quinn suggests. “But in that case, why hasn't anyone come back?”

“Perhaps everyone is still at the shelter,” Estela says thoughtfully. “Lila, where is it?”

“I...don't entirely know. I've never actually been there. But the signs on the trail say we'll find it if we hike north for a few miles.”

“I'm in,” Jake says.

Lila blinks again. “I'm sorry?”

“You're going to go look for it, right? Well, I'm coming with you. The rest of these kids are having fun playing Home Alone 2: Island Boogaloo, but I was already supposed to be in Cancun. I'm losing cash every second I waste here.”

“I will come as well,” Aleister says. “I...I'd like to get the lay of the land around here.”

“I want to go too!” Quinn chimes in. “I'd love to help out and see some of the sights.”

“How about you, Princess? You coming?”

I start a little. “...Me?” Involuntarily, I think of the thing I saw in the shadows last night. “Well...I...”

Jake waves a hand. “Hey, don't worry about it. If you're scared, you're scared. Just stay back here with the rest of the Goof Troop.”

“Wait! I'm coming, too.”

“You are?” Diego raises an eyebrow at me. “Why?”

I shrug. “I want to see the island. This hotel is great, but there's so much more to see. I want to see the jungles and the ruins and the waterfalls.”

He smirks. “And the creepy bomb shelter that is almost certainly full of zombies?”

“Exactly!”

“Fine, fine. I'll go with you. But only so I can say 'I told you so' when something horrible attacks us.”

I grin and give him a thumbs up. “That's the spirit!”

“All right, then!” Lila claps her hands. “Let's head out!”

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A short time later, four of us follow Lila down a winding path through the rainforest. Jake and Aleister lag behind. Quinn, looking angelic in a white blouse with a white bandana tied like a babushka over her copper hair, skips ahead a little ways to marvel at the flowers on the trees and bushes. The flowers glow with a soft, colorful light. When I first saw them, I thought they were lightbulbs, something draped over the foliage like Christmas lights. But the glow is coming from inside the petals themselves.

“Unbelievable,” Quinn breathes. “These colors, these textures...they're like something out of a dream.”

“I've never seen anything like it,” I agree.

“Beautiful, right?” Lila says. “Due to its geographic isolation, La Huerta has one of the most unique ecosystems on the planet, boasting flora and fauna not found anywhere else.”

“Sure thing, Minnie Mouse,” Jake grumbles. “Keep spewing that Rourke International propaganda. I ain't buying it.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Aleister snaps.

“I'm just saying. All the brochures go on about how this place is some sorta Disney paradise. But drink in the right dive bars, and you'll start to hear rumors about what really goes on here. Criminal plots, illegal experiments, folks going missing...all kinds of crazy.”

Quinn wrinkles her nose. “Conspiracy theories? Really?”

“Laugh it up, Pippi Longstocking. While you were busy tweeting about your pumpkin spice latte, I was flying covert missions over Kandahar. Once you've peeked behind that curtain...well, let's just say there's some things out there that would blow your mind. The pretty purple flowers you're ooh-ing and ahh-ing about? They might just be sizzling with radiation.”

“That is preposterous!” Aleister cries.

“What do you think, Princess? You trust this place?” I hesitate a moment, eyeing the flowers. Then I back away. Jake nods approvingly. “Knew I could count on you.”

Aleister rolls his eyes. “Tell me you don't believe his conspiracy theory prattle.”

“I don't know what I believe, but I say better safe than sorry. Unique ecosystem or not, flowers should not glow like that.”

“Well, I still think they're beautiful,” Quinn says with finality. “And I'm not going to let some conspiracy theory keep me from appreciating that.”

She plucks a flower and puts it to her nose, inhaling deeply. ...Oh, my God, she is adorable. Diego elbows me lightly.

“What's with that goofy smile?” he whispers.

“Oh, shut up, Diego,” I hiss back, feeling myself blush.

Ahead of us, Lila stops suddenly and looks around in confusion. “...This...doesn't make any sense.”

“What?”

“Well, the signpost said the shelter should be right here...”

“Oh, great!” Aleister groans. “Even the tour guide's lost. What do they pay you for, again?”

“Tactical scouting 101 kids,” Jake says. “Get to high ground. See that rocky cliff over there? I'm checking it out.”

“Oh!” Quinn exclaims. “Do you hear that? Sounds like a waterfall nearby. The shelter might be near that.”

“Or you just want to go check out the waterfall,” Diego quips.

“Or that,” she agrees sweetly.

“I really think we should stick to the trail,” Lila says. “The shelter might be further ahead.”

“We could split up,” I suggest. “Cover a little more ground.”

“I'll stick to the trail with Lila,” Diego says.

Aleister crosses his arms stubbornly. “Well, I am staying right here. I see no reason to traipse around on some fool's errand.”

“Well, y'all know where I'm headed,” Jake says. He looks at me. “You wanna keep me some company, Princess?”

“Uh...yeah. Sure.”

“Stay within shouting distance!” Lila calls as we split off.

Jake and I head off through the undergrowth towards the hilltop. Jake moves easily through the dense tangle of leaves and branches. He deftly hops a log and slides under a low-hanging branch.

“Impressive. You do this a lot?”

“Get stranded on mysterious islands with a group of plucky college kids? Gotta say, it's a first.”

“I meant, go hiking, walk through jungles, that kind of thing. You seem pretty confident in the outdoors.”

“I grew up in a Louisiana town so rural it wasn't even on the map. When it comes down to it, the swamp and the jungle ain't so different.”

“Probably not as many gators out here though.”

“Less gators, more jaguars. I'll call it even. How about you, Princess? This your kinda scene?”

“Actually, yeah. I mean, I admit I grew up in the SoCal suburbs, but I love the outdoors. The blue sky overhead...the fresh air...that soft sea breeze... I should probably be more freaked out. Especially after that...whatever...I saw last night. Being out here, like this, I don't know. I can't help but feel happy.”

Jake raises an eyebrow at me. “That why you came along with me? You felt like a nature hike?”

“Well, you invited me. And...I guess I felt safer following you than Lila.You're confident. You're capable. And you seem to know what you're doing here more than she does. Or any of us for that matter.” I pause. “...Come to think of it, why would you ask me to come along?”

He shrugs. “Because I can already tell you're going to be the horse to back here.”

“I...what?”

“You're smart. Maybe not book smart. At least, not as much as Draco Malfoy back there, or...what's her name with the glasses?”

“Grace.”

“Right. Grace. But you've got a good head on your shoulders. You're also braver than either Grace or Malfoy, and when it comes down to it, I would bet money you're the one everyone's going to look to when things go sideways.”

“You say that like you're expecting them to go sideways.”

“I am, Princess. I am.”

I can't tell if he means that, or if he's just being facetious “...Are you ever going to call me by my real name?”

“When you've earned it.”

“I think you've forgotten it.”

“Have not. I saw all your boarding passes in Costa Rica. ...It's Alodia Chandler, right? Or do you prefer Allie?”

“Alodia. Diego's the only one who gets to call me Allie. That's a right you have to earn.”

“...Are you and he...?”

“Me and Diego? Please. I've known him since we were in diapers. He's practically my brother. Besides...” I discreetly point towards my pubis. “I'm missing a piece he finds essential. ...Best friend I've ever had, though.”

“Thought so. Got that vibe from him.”

“Is it that obvious? I know he's not Sean Gayle, but he's not camp, either.”

“He's not lisping or limp-wristing. It's pretty subtle. And if you've known him all your lives it's probably harder for you to pick up on since it's all just your friend to you.” He pauses. “And I'd be surprised if Sean Gayle hasn't kissed at least a couple boys in his time.”

“You think he's bi?”

“I think he's attracted to personality more than what's between a person's legs. Call that what you will.”

“For a lone wolf type, you seem pretty confident in your ability to read people. Or maybe it's just your amazing gaydar.”

“Well, it is damn amazing. Of course, it's wasted on you.”

“What do you mean?”

He grins. “Come on. You're not exactly subtle. If we put Quinn and Sean in front of you and had them bend over, you wouldn't know which ass to stare at.”

It takes a moment for his words to sink in. Then I laugh. “You're a brat, Top Gun! What about you, then? What's your pleasure?”

His smile slips. He looks away. “...Been a long time since I've shared my bed with anyone, man or woman.” He turns back to me with a wry grin. “Hard to get frisky in a hammock. ...But it don't much matter to me what a person's got in their pants. It's what's in their head that I'm picky about.”

I am distracted from responding when we break through the branches and arrive at the foot of a sharp, jagged cliff face.

“If we can just get up that, we'll have a clear view,” he says. “How's your rock climbing?”

“Great. I mean...pretty good. Average?” I shrug apologetically. “I'm a gymnast, but I've really only done rock-climbing at the Y. But I never broke anything.”

“Good enough for me.”

He crouches down and gives me a boost, hoisting me up to a low ledge. Together, we carefully ascend the cliff face, grabbing handholds and sticking our toes in cracks to stabilize ourselves. Before too long, Jake crests the top. I'm just a few inches behind him when the rock I'm holding onto breaks off in my hand. I cry out, grabbing at the ledge, and hook my fingers on the edge. Jake grabs my arms and helps me up.

“Nice moves, Princess. Looks like you learned from the stairs on the control tower.”

“Still glad for the help.”

We take a moment to catch our breath, looking out over the island.

“...I gotta hand it to this place,” I say softly. “It never stops taking my breath away.”

“That's the radiation.”

I sigh. “You're a real glass-half-full kinda guy, aren't you?” I mutter.

“...I'm on an island owned by Rourke International. Don't trust that they haven't poisoned this place. In the military, I served near some of their mining operations. ...Massive machines that dwarfed skyscrapers. The kind that rob the earth blind and leave it barren.”

“...I gotta admit I didn't take you for an environmentalist.”

“I'm not. I just think you reap what you sow.”

“So...you believe in karma?”

“Doesn't matter what I believe. In my life, karma's made it pretty clear that it believes in me.” He pauses. “...Seriously, though...that is one hell of a sight...”

“No weird lights in the sky, either.”

“For now.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“...Hey...what's this?”

Jake kneels and brushes at some dirt. I see something glinting in the sun. I kneel beside him. Embedded into the stone is a square-shaped metallic plate with what looks like the head of a wolf embossed on it.

“What is that?”

“I dunno.” Jake frowns, staring at the plate. “There's no writing or anything. Looks like...some kinda wolf?”

“You think it's part of the resort? Like the corporation put it here?”

“Maybe...but why? If it's a warning that there are wolves in the area it's a pretty crap warning, given its location. And I don't know many species of wolves that live in the rainforest.”

I slide my phone out of my back pocket and snap a quick picture of the plate. As I tuck my phone back into my pocket, something catches my eye.

“Jake, look! Down by that river over there...the gray building? Sure looks a lot like...”

“A shelter! Hot damn! Good eyes, Princess!”

“Couldn't have got here without you.”

We smile at each other for a long, silent moment. Then Jake clears his throat.

“We, uh...should probably head back. Find the others and tell them where to go.”

“Yeah. We should. Definitely.”

Jake takes a step towards the edge, then looks back. “Gotta say...this was actually kind of fun. Maybe before I fly back, we can go on another climb together.”

“Sure. I'd like that.”

We regroup with the others and make our way to the shelter. The enormous concrete and cinder building is covered with creeping vines.

“Great job, Jake and Alodia!” Lila chirps. “You found it!”

“I wouldn't go popping the champagne just yet,” Diego says. “Anyone else getting some 28 Days Later vibes off this place?”

“It does look a little...dilapidated,” Quinn agrees. “How old is this place?”

“It's no older than the resort,” Lila says. “I will have to have a stern word with the caretakers!”

“Whole point of a shelter is keeping you safe inside, not looking good outside,” Jake points out with a shrug. “Come on.”

Lila pushes open the doors, revealing a long hallway that looks just as dilapidated as the outside. Vines snake along the floor, and broken fixtures overhead cough sparks.

“...Empty...”

Jake shudders. “On second thought, maybe Pop Culture Petey was right. This place gives me the creeps.”

“I finally get a nickname, and it's 'Pop Culture Petey'?” Diego mutters indignantly. “Everyone else got a cooler one!”

“Not everyone. I'm 'Princess', remember?”

“Anyone else want to go back to the pretty jungle with the magic flowers?” Quinn asks in a small voice. “Anyone?”

Jake kneels and trails his fingertips on the ground. “There's a lot of muddy shoeprints around. They seem recent.”

“You mean the guests were here?”

“Well...someone was.”

A skittering sound makes us all startle. Jake leaps to his feet.

“What was that?”

I look in the direction the sound seemed to come from. There is a gaping hole in the far wall where the concrete has crumbled. Vines and glowing flowers cover the edges like a wreath. ...Or dried blood on a wound, I think involuntarily.

I approach cautiously, the others gathering behind me. At the edge of the hole, I hesitate. Then I gather my courage and peer inside.

“...There's something in there.”

“What do you see?” Diego asks.

Something shifts in the darkness. Two spots of reflected light glint out of the shadows. A pair of eyes.

“There's something alive in there!”

“Certainly it's just a rat,” Aleister says most uncertainly. “...Right?”

There's a strange clicking sound that comes from inside the hole, separate from the sound of claws scraping on stone that accompanies it.

“That's no rat,” Jake murmurs.

“Allie, is that the...thing you saw last night?”

“...It's...” I'm cut off by my own cry as the shape rushes towards me, its shadow huge on the wall, and pounces into the light. We all whirl towards it, and stop.

A creature about the size and shape of a fox, with violet eyes and ice-blue fur, sits on its haunches in front of us and cocks its head.

“Mrrlk?” it trills curiously.

“...What the...?”

“Oh...my...God!” Quinn squeals.

“What...is it?” Aleister asks.

“Uh, literally the cutest thing I've ever seen!” Quinn answers, practically beaming.

“Okay, can we all officially agree this is not a real animal?” Jake says.

As if understanding, the fox-thing trills sadly, its tail and ears drooping. It backs away from us into a corner, trembling. Frost clings to the walls behind him.

“Huh...it looks scared.”

“But what would it be scared of?” I ask. “Us?”

Any reply I might have gotten is cut off by a deep growl from directly behind me. My veins turn to ice. I turn slowly.

An enormous feliform beast is prowling towards us from the shadows, muscles rippling under skin and golden-brown fur. Massive cuspids, each at least the length of my hand from fingertips to wrist, descend from its upper jaw. My heart drops into my stomach. I know in an instant that I'm looking at the creature I saw last night.

“That!” Aleister cries. “That! It's scared of that!”

“You think?!” Lila shrieks.

The fox creature scurries behind me, curling against my ankles.

“Jake!” I cry. “What do we do?!”

Jake looks at me. For the first time, he looks scared. He grabs my hand and holds it tight.

“Don't. Move.”

#Endless Summer #play choices #choices stories you play #pixelberry choices #Diego Ricardo Ortiz Soto #jake mckenzie #sean gayle #quinn kelly #estela montoya #raj bhandarkar #craig hsiao #zahra namazi #michelle nguyen #aleister rourke #grace hall

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Not So Alone (repost)

This is a shameless repost because I haven’t written a thing today. So I poked around in my archive and found some fluff. I chose Alan fluff cos that is what I’ve read a bit of today :D I think this may have been one of the first times I wrote Alan’s POV. I know I remember being a touch terrified :D

Apologies to those who have already read it, I’ll try to write some new stuff tomorrow ::hugs:: My brain has just been mush today :(

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Title: Not So Alone Author: Gumnut 21 Jun 2019 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: Alone time is sometimes better shared. Word count: 1767 Spoilers & warnings: None. Timeline: Standalone Author’s note: This is for @ak47stylegirl who wrote me the first part of this little fic, Alone Time, which can be found on her profile on Ao3. She wrote Virgil, so I stepped out of my comfort zone a little and wrote her some Alan to keep her Virgil company :D I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

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Alan was bored.

It wasn’t often that he found himself with a lack of things to do. Life was generally busy with Thunderbird maintenance, rescues and backup duties.

Wandering out onto the balcony, Alan eyed the pool a moment before throwing the idea out. Without Gordon it wouldn’t be anywhere near as much fun.

Maybe he could go for a walk. Scott had been nagging him to get into a more regular exercise routine and, hey, he hadn’t seen the other side of the island for a while.

Or space.

So, he would really be lying if he said he took his route at random. It wasn’t a conscious decision, more just what he knew was going to happen regardless.

Today Alan wanted company, so he used the information he had at hand.

He wasn’t there.

But Alan still had his list.

Virgil sat on a rock, his sketchpad on his lap, completely absorbed in his art. He was up a cliff overlooking a good chunk of the island, the twin peak at an angle even Alan could appreciate.

It took actual rock climbing in a couple of places, but Alan eventually found himself situated behind his brother on top of the cliff, and as expected the view was breathtaking.

Virgil had certainly found a spot.

For a moment Alan was content to simply watch, but if he was honest with himself, he hadn’t come all this way just to spy on his brother.

“You do know it is rude to stare.”

Virgil’s voice was always soft yet possessed a strength that could be startling. Alan stiffened, annoyed at being caught so easily.

“What? Do you honestly think all that rock clambering would go unnoticed?”

“Dunno.”

His brother had yet to look up at him, simply continuing to sketch as he spoke. You gonna come and sit down?” Virgil held up a hand. “Just be very quiet, I don’t want you to disturb them.”

Alan frowned. “Who?”

But that hand didn’t answer, just beckoned him over.

Alan did what he was told and found himself sitting on that rock beside his older brother.

Virgil was scratching lines furiously onto the page, but the subject wasn’t what he expected. All that beautiful scenery and Virgil was drawing a haphazard pile of sticks?

Whispered. “They’re sea eagles. I’ve never been so close.”

Breathed out quiet. “Cool.”

Virgil was sketching madly and under his practised hand, one of the chicks slowly came to life. Simple line instinctively placed, shaded and shaped. It was a little mesmerising.

Besides, Alan was quite happy to just sit and watch. Rare quiet moments shared with his artistic brother.

They had been getting rarer and rarer.

“Can I sit with you, Virg?”

A brown eye with an arched eyebrow peered at him. “You’re already sitting.” The curve of a smile. “But sure. Just be quiet and don’t make any sudden moves.”

Respectfully whispered. “Okay.”

Down below the two chicks guzzled food from their parent.

A loud, awkward screech from above and another eagle was circling overhead, likely the other parent.

In the corner of the page, the bird quickly appeared, wings spread wide, soaring.

And a pair of squawking, complaining eagle babies.

“This is nice, Allie.”

“What?”

“Bit like old times, you sitting and watching me draw.”

Alan shrugged. “I’ve always liked to watch you draw. Guess we haven’t had as much time lately.”

The pencil paused. “Yeah.” His brother turned to look at him. “Well, it is good to see you out here. Nice to have your company.” A gentle smile.

“Anytime, bro. Kinda nice out here anyway.”

That smile grew a little before softening. “Well, unfortunately we have to head back now.”

“What?”

“I’ve got to pick up Gordon and Grandma.”

Alan checked his watch. Where the hell had the time gone? He’d been out here…three hours! “Wow, didn’t expect it to be so late.”

Virgil didn’t comment, just smiled a little more as he packed up his sketchbook and pencils.

Alan stood up and stared out across the ocean. A flicker on the surface of the water and he caught sight of a pod of dolphins frolicking in the swell. He stared.

“It’s amazing what you can see if you stop and look.” His brother’s soft voice so close to him made him jump.

“Virg, personal space.”

His brother snorted and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I don’t think such a thing exists on this island.” That smile again. “Probably why John hides on Five.”

“Can we do this again?”

“Sure.” Virgil slung his pack over his shoulder.

“Great.”

Silence fell, and they stood there a moment longer until Virgil squeezed a little and let go. “C’mon, sprout, time to clamber down the mountain.”

Alan couldn’t help but smile at the bird before he hurried after his brother.

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FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #Virgil Tracy #fluff

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