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fairfowl · 3 years

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Lie There and Breathe pt 3: His Friend

A horde clone oc story (part one here, part two here)

Tw: gore, ableism, eye trauma, pneumonia

At first the light was unbearable.

The clone immediately tried to squeeze his right eye tightly shut but the act of tensing his face sent spikes of pain that nearly toppled him over onto the cot. Everything felt too vulnerable, too exposed, and the black hole of his left eye was pain compounded upon pain. The deep ache that reverberated through his skull was layered by fire that seemed to consume the torn flesh at the surface. His head spun.

Master Mendus’s hands held him firmly upright while the apprentice Dawn used a sharp smelling liquid to wash the coagulated blood and other fluids from his face, starting from his jawline and moving upward to clear his right eye which seemed to be intact, if glued shut.

She cleared the entire uninjured part of his face, but conspicuously left a large portion of the left side of his face untouched.

As she worked all the clone knew was sharp unyielding light, the continued rasping of his brother on the cot nearby, and pain drilling deep into his skull. As his sight cleared a figure coalesced through the brightness, silhouetted against a backdrop of pure white. For a moment the clone thought that he was witnessing Prime reborn.

And then he blinked.

When the clone refocused he saw not the glorious figure of Horde Prime but a skinny long-faced Etherian girl, with a six-pointed rack of antlers and a serious expression.

He saw Dawn.

The clone let out a long breath. Anxiety over his own helplessness had plagued him since he had first awakened and he was relieved to find that he had not been permanently blinded. At least one eye still functioned, although his vision was a bit blurry and the world wavered dizzily before him. There was a bubbling lightness in his chest that the clone could not contain, and he could not help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

There was light.

He turned away from Dawn, towards the sound of breathing, and was delighted to see his companion sleeping peacefully. His body rested on a simple cot, the head of which was propped up so that he was in a half-sitting position. The Breather looked drawn and tired but not direly ill, bandages wrapped thickly around his chest. There were also wrappings around his right hand, which was laid across the bandages on his chest, and his right leg from the knee down. Other exposed skin was bruised or scraped as though his body had met stone with some force. Beyond that he looked like any of Horde Prime’s Little Brothers

His smile widened.

Here was his companion, mostly whole and recovering. While he himself might be mutilated and weak he was no longer entirely blind and between the two of them it looked as though they both had the capacity to be mobile again. As long as they sustained no further injuries they might stand a chance yet.

He wondered again why the Etherians might be keeping them alive, and suspected that his purpose in the future might be labor. Horde Prime in his infinite wisdom had created the clones in his own image, and they were hardy creatures, capable of feats of strength as well as extreme delicacy. Any conqueror might find them useful, although they would be less effective without the hivemind and the benevolent guidance of Prime.

“Is this your friend?” Dawn asked, drawing his attention back with a snap.

The clone’s smile dropped, and he felt his ears twitch before stilling in pain. All of the functional clones were identical and in the absence of the hivemind he simply could not tell if he had ever met his companion prior to the fall of Prime. A bolt of shame ran through him although he did not understand what he was feeling or why.

“No.” He responded simply, glancing down at the dirt floor.

“It’s just…” She trailed off, turning to rummage through her supplies, readying new bandages with which to dress his wounds. “I saw you reaching for him before you fell.”

The clone could feel his face heat up as he blushed, and he wished more than anything that he could lay back down and curl into a ball until everything went away.

“Iwantedtomakesurehewasokay” He sped through the words nervously, lacing his fingers together for want of anything else to do. The elation within his chest had turned to uncomfortable squirming. Beside him The Breather rasped on, but the sound had ceased to be a comfort. Instead it was a reminder that while the clone had become entirely dependent upon his companion’s presence the other clone had been unconscious the entire time. The Breather did not know him. They were together by mere coincidence and nothing but their similar misfortune held them together.

“He…” The clone started again, resisting the panic that once again rose like a tide within him. “I thought I could keep him safe. I did not want to be alone.”

He glanced back up at Dawn and saw that she had stilled, her back was turned to him and he could see brown strands of hair slipping free from the long brown braid that hung between her shoulder blades. Master Mendus’s hands had tightened on his arms and the clone could feel himself taking quick shallow breaths.

“Good boy.” The wry voice from behind his back said. Master Mendus’s hands gentled and the clone could feel a steady hand begin to rub circles along his back. He closed his eye and concentrated on the sensation. As long as he had something to focus on he could regain control, and Mendus’s hands were warm.

“You wanted to look after him even though you were already in danger yourself.” the Etherian healer continued. “That makes him your friend. He’s lucky to have you”

Although his eye remained closed the clone could feel Dawn’s hands on his face again, tilting his head upwards.

“I’m gonna wash out your wounds now.” She said. “It will hurt but I need you to hold still.”

He braced himself, tensing up despite the pain, but let her work. The apprentice sprayed another cool liquid onto his wounded face, this one was scentless but it still stung the cuts. The disconcerting sensation of liquid running deep into pits in his flesh and along the swollen borders distracted him from everything else. He wondered if there was even an eye in that socket, the clone could not tell.

The Etherian girl worked meticulously, gently wiping clean the canyon carved through flesh.

"Someone stitched him up." Dawn said, her low voice steady as she worked, clearing away the sticky mess to reveal the damage done. "It looks like they did a rush job but it's not infected."

The clone could feel Mendus shift as though he were craning around to look. The healer sighed as he saw the clone's face, and the clone felt a twist of nervousness. The clone tried not to react, he kept his head lifted with his eyes closed, obedient and still.

"This is good work, we might be able to save that eye." Master Mendus hummed, massaging the clone's shoulders again as he thought. "You can see where the tissue pulled away from the bone on his cheek and brow, but you're right, it doesn't look infected. The swelling is from the trauma."

Dawn said nothing, but began to spread something onto the battered flesh. It felt like a paste and smelled herbal.

"There were places where the tissue was too pulverized to stitch." The healer continued. The affect of his voice had changed as though he was speaking to the clone as well as his apprentice. The clone did not know how to respond, but leaned back into the Etherian's hands. Sitting up was beginning to make him feel dizzy and drained.

"We're going to have to do the best we can with that, but it will likely leave an impressive scar." Dawn’s hands left his face, and the clone nodded. Relief was tempered by trepidation.

He was happy to hear that his injury was not infected—although he knew that Horde Prime in his cleverness had created his clones to be resistant to most infections—and that he had not lost his left eye, for the clone truly could not differentiate between the sensations coming from that side of his face. Now that his bandages had been removed it mostly felt like a painful mush.

But he feared to think of what he must look like now. The confirmation that he would be scarred was not a surprise, but the clone still worried. Disfigurement had meant death under Horde Prime, decommissioning so as not to disturb the perfection of the Horde. Now he would never again match his brothers, his appearance would be aberrant and disgusting to all who saw him.

It did not seem that the Etherians valued perfection as much as Prime had. If they did he would not have survived for as long as he had, but he worried how the disfigurement would effect their treatment of him now.

He wondered what his brothers would think.

He turned his thoughts to The Breather. Would he be disgusted by him? Would he reject a brother who was so maimed?

"We might need to even out the ear a little," Dawn continued, oblivious to the clone's fears as she continued to tend to his wounds. "It's a little jagged and I think the tissue is starting to lose circulation here."

She ran a gloved finger over a stinging line about halfway up his ear, and the clone was startled to realize that that line was where his ear stopped. He fought a gag as his stomach turned. Some of his reaction must have shown on his face as Dawn drew away.

“It shouldn’t really affect your hearing.” Her gentle voice softened further. The clone opened his eye to watch her as she rummaged around on the tray that held an array of tools, jars, and bottles. Eventually she pulled up a few more gauze pads and some tape.

They were almost finished for now then.

Thank Prime.

The clone allowed himself to drift as she wrapped him back up, bandaging his ear separately so that it was no longer pinned to the side of his head. The bandages around his face were also less bulky, and covered less of the uninjured portions of his face. His right eye peeked out from the bright white cloth, and everything felt a little bit lighter. Less wet, less mushy.

By the time they'd taped the bandages in place, laid him back against his cot—which had been propped up like The Breather's was—and forced a few sips of water into him from a ceramic cup, the clone was exhausted.

It was at that point when the clone finally saw Master Mendus.

The Master Healer of Mystacor was a short, sturdily built creature, with pointed horns on his head, and cloven hooves that peeked unshoed from below the hems of his linen trousers. He wore white robes, had a kind face, and had a large scar across his chin that split his lips diagonally.

The clone felt his gaze drawn to the healer and his apprentice while they cleaned up and bustled around the tent. All but two cots were occupied and the tent was large, the clone estimated that there were at least thirty people lying injured there. Slightly less than half of them were fellow clones. As he watched more people wearing teal colored robes that matched Dawn’s moved a limp Etherian to a gurney, and rolled him out of the tent.

He looked away.

The clone focused again on The Breather. Although his brother appeared to be relatively healthy, he had not been awake since the clone had regained consciousness. There was no visible head injury, but the raspy breathing and the bandages around his chest were concerning. Feeling grim, the clone wondered if his new friend was slowly asphyxiating beside him. Dawn and Master Mendus had not seemed concerned but they were busy, and they had been focusing on him. He felt a stab of guilt, he should have asked them to look at The Breather.

He was fine.

They were both fine.

He lay back, against the cot and stared at the canvas ceiling. Once again the clone focused on the Breather’s constant wheezing. Bit by bit he put himself back together, breathing in time with his companion as he pushed his fears to some forgotten corner of the back of his head. Some worries had been laid to rest by learning of his condition and by speaking to two of his captors, but more had cropped up in their place, while others still lingered.

He feared what was to become of them. He feared the sight of his own face. Now he even feared the waking of his companion, the clone did not know how he would react if he was rejected by the one who had been his lifeline.

But he put those fears away, and held onto the sound of his friend’s breaths, and to his desire to keep them both alive.

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Thank you for reading this! I’m excited to finally have dialogue and to properly introduce Mendus and Dawn. This is still a story about the clone and The Breather but the two healers were necessary and they’ll continue to help our guys get their bearings

sooo, what was Dawn doing to his face?

well

Dawn removed the bandages with saline to keep them from sticking, washed the uninjured parts of the clone's face with rubbing alcohol (except for the eyelid, that's a nono), and then got the rest with saline to avoid further damaging the tissue. She then covered the wounds in an oil based ointment similar to bacitracin (I refuse to believe that Etheria doesn't have antibiotics).

Taking off the bandages allowed her to examine and clean the wound, and for the time being that will be pretty much all they can do. If the wound stays wet for too long the skin will start to degrade and the wounds won't heal, so all that blood and drainage from before was Not Good.

They're starting simple and probably won't need to get too complicated for the moment. Which is good because I'm trying to imply that resources are tight and they have neither enough medical professionals nor supplies to properly care for every patient.

basically what I’m saying is that all things considered Chamomile is in good shape, he doesn't need anything fancy yet although I tried to imply that he might need at least one more surgery down the line.

#spacebats #horde clone oc #horde clones #spop #she-ra #she ra and the princesses of power #the horde #hordak #mystacore #eye trauma #Lie There and Breathe #Chamomile the Clone #Calamine the Clone #horde prime #original #i contributed #my fic

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avengers-nextgen · 6 years

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Prometheus XVI

It had been a conversation that lasted well into the night, but at last after years of pain the Odin family was at peace. Thalia was to work with her father on rebuilding a new safe haven for Asgardians. Loki could wander about in search of new ones however he pleased. Thalia was also allowed to move freely between her parents however she pleased. Sif would be journeying as well in search of others, though she was more keen on hunting any enemies that may have fled too.

A regrowing empire was at it’s weakest during its production stages. The last thing anyone wanted was the dream to be killed before it got a chance to thrive.

And so, the pool party was a chance for parents and kids to relax completely for once. There was no tension, and the kids were thriving in the environment.

Nathaniel was showing off his diving skills which consisted of numerous belly flops into the enormous pool. Enzo was rating them on a scale of one to ten but he was simply enjoying the show.

Scout was lounging on a floaty but his reign was thwarted by a mischievous boyfriend and his accomplice Piper Stark who flipped him over. Meanwhile Thalia was learning how to grill thanks to Steve’s guidance. Siyanda worried about the fire but she figured there was a pool so it couldn’t be too much of a risk.

Natasha and Bucky were in a sniper battle with water guns and both had recruited their children to help. Bianca and James poked their heads around the waterfalls at each other and took cheap shots. Penny was happily eating watermelon while Arthur tried to make a balloon animal. He was failing miserably.

Penny tried too but after popping six she had given up. It was for the best- Arthur had teasingly replied. Chloe was sitting on the deck dressed to swim should she choose too but otherwise content with watching.

“I got potato chips, barbecue chips, these chips, these ones, and these too!” Tony announced stepping outside with his arms full of purchased air bags with saddeningly low amounts of food.

“Barbecue!!!!” Orion yelled excitedly. In his distraction Scout took back his throne.

“Sheesh.” Tony shivered, “kid scares me with his enthusiasm sometimes.”

“Drinks.” Came a yell from inside. Arthur nearly pissed himself as a portal opened on the table where numerous liters of soda dumped out.

“DAD!”

“Sweet.” Penny smirked, taking an entire liter for herself.

But while some were thoroughly enjoying themselves others were less sure. Fox sat perched nearly out of sight on a cooler in the corner. She was undistrubed until a jet of water pegged her in the chest. “Hey!”

“Were you hiding?” James smirked.

“I’m not interested in playing.”

“Awe come on.” James grinned spraying her again. “Why not?”

“I’m not playing.”

“Hey, no one said you had to put on a swim suit. Just wear an old shirt and shorts.” James replied seriously. He was beginning to understand her insistence on remaining dry and fully clothed.

“I don’t know...” It seemed like she hadn’t considered that idea.

“It’ll be worth it. When’s the last time you had a family barbecue?”

“Never, actually .” Fox frowned.

“All the more reason to participate.” James encouraged. After a moment of contemplation and a bit more persuasion, James finally won Fox over. “Great. Now take this weapon and shoot my uncle in the face.”

“He has a recruit!” Bianca yelled.

“Damn it. We’re outnumbered.” Bucky laughed. “Clint! Help me!”

“Cheater!” Natasha rolled her eyes. “Hey, Nathaniel-“

“That’s my son you can’t do that!” Clint argued, grabbing his own squirt gun having been armed by Bucky.

“Before anyone shoots it’s time to eat!” Steve held his hands up in surrender. “You can continue later.”

“Awe.” Bianca and James whined.

“No whining,” Steve smirked, ruffling his son’s damp hair.

“Okay.” James sighed, setting the water gun down.

“Out of the pool.” Pepper managed to draw Orion’s, Scout’s, and Piper’s attention away from their fight for control of the floaty.

“Barbecue chips.” Orion squealed, swimming as fast as he could to the side and scampering out.

“I’m more of a plain lays kind of guy.” Scout explained upon seeing Piper’s amused look. “Not him though.”

“Well, obviously not.”

“Thalia you start with one.” Stephen said pointedly looking at the blonde.

“Can I have two?” Peter asked. He’d been conspicuously absent until food had been mentioned,

“No. If she doesn’t get two to start with you don’t either.”

“Ha!” Thalia laughed.

“Rude.” Peter pouted, sticking his tongue out at Stephen.

“James where’s you’re sister?” Natasha asked doing a swift head count.

“Inside,” James called over the noise as Siyanda chucked the salt down to where Nathaniel was. Natasha went to retrieve any stragglers while the others dug in.

— — —

“Drinking Doctor Pepper is so wrong.” Gen frowned, watching Piper chug her second can.

“I’ve heard that joke my whole life.” The youngest Stark noted, “just because my mom’s name is Pepper. But you know what? At least I know Pepper is good. A good mom, good drink, and good seasoning!”

“You’ve had too much caffeine.” Arthur frowned. “I think that’s enough.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Piper said matter of factly.

“He can- it just doesn’t mean you have to listen,” Chloe piped up smugly, earning a playful glare from her brother.

“Let the war begin.” Nathaniel had collected the forces once more and the sniper battle continued.

“If I get shot I’m literally murdering someone.” Sage growled, having been dragged outside by Enzo.

“You’ll be fine. Come on. The water’s nice and we’re trying to dethrone Scout.”

“Just use magic.”

“It’s not as fun.” Enzo replied.

“So?”

“Please? Will you play?” Enzo clasped his hands together and batted his eye lashes.

“You’re awful.”

“I know!” Enzo winked. Then, without much warning he shoved his sister into the pool and jumped in after her.

“You’re so dead!” Sage growled. Enzo squealed and swam for his life. Bianca took the liberty of trying to shoot Sage with her water gun forgetting all about the family feud.

“On guard.” Thalia had been equipped with pool noodles and was reigning down punishment on any and all unsuspecting swimmers until Orion challenged her to a duel.

“We need music for this!” Piper sprinted only to come back with a speaker blasting Pirates of The Caribbean.

The pool noodles clashed with hollow thumps as the two giggled moving across the top of the water fall. Orion held his own for a while until Thalia slapped him in the side. Orion clutched at his rib cage before staggering off the top and flopping into the pool.

“That was epic!” Penny applauded. “Do it again!”

“My turn!” Enzo collected a weapon of his own and went to challenge his cousin.

“I was murdered and you won’t avenge me?” Orion gave Scout an incredulous look.

“It was a very dramatic and glorious death.” Scout assured him. “You should win an Oscar.”

“I should shouldn’t I?” Orion smiled smugly.

“Cocky much?” Scout rolled his eyes and pushed down on Orion’s shoulders. The other boy happily escaped by slipping underwater. “Little shark.”

“I hate little siblings.” Sage clambered out of the pool and shook herself off like a dog.

“He is a little enthusiastic.” Scout agreed.

“No kidding.” Luckily for Sage, Siyanda chucked a towel at her to dry off with. “Now I have to change.”

“I wouldn’t bother,” Arthur advised, “he’ll probably be back again later.”

“Wonderful to know.” Sage replied but she knew Arthur was right.

“Just borrow a swim suit I’m sure someone’s your size,” Wanda offered, cleaning up the table.

“Pffft.” Sage only laughed as she headed inside.

“Mom. She’s a bean pole. No one is her size.” Scout laughed.

“I was trying to be nice.” Wanda jokingly tossed an apple at her son which Scout caught with ease and took a bite out of.

“Well, thank you for the snack.”

— — —

The night wore on and the kids didn’t seem to be getting tired. They alternated between snacking and swimming for nearly two hours before things started to wind down.

Scout was attempting to build a card tower with Piper on the table while Orion watched and attempted not to knock it over. Enzo was lounging in a chair chatting away with Penny who was still amped from sugar.

Thalia had changed into a comfy set of sweats to sit in Siyanda’s lap while they played a few games on one of the Stark tablets. Arthur and James were retrieving things from the pool to be put away while Chloe had moved to the grass. She intended on remaining dry the rest of the evening.

All was quiet and she was content in her little spot until she noticed Alex sitting cross legged picking away at blades of grass. Chloe studied the blonde with care. There was something different about her. Something Chloe knew very well. When one nearly died fear took hold of everything-even the joy. Moments that usually made someone smile were instead sad and melancholy because in the back of their mind they knew-every moment was potentially their last. Staring death in the face-it made everything feel like a ticking clock. And it was hard not to fall into the trap of despair. Often times Chloe found herself wondering when exactly her ticking would run out. It seemed Alex was plagued with the same sense of understanding she’d come to. It was a sad sight-but Chloe knew, or she had for some time, that even Alex as resilient as she was couldn’t deny the futility of fighting.

#avengers #avengers next gen #prometheus #marvel #black widow #captain america #mcu #natasha romanoff #pepper potts #romanogers #scarlet witch

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deadwritersociety · 7 years

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“I will literally pay you $20 to kiss me right now.”

The boy turned around to look at you, responding more to the panic in your voice than what you had just said. The lights of the carousel lit up behind him, giving him a sort of halo, making it difficult to see his expression. His eyebrows lifted incredulously, and he obviously thought he had misheard you when he asked, “What?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, glancing between game booths to check how far behind you your ex was. “I said that I will pay you $20 to kiss me, like, right now.” Your eyes searched his, knowing that if he didn’t agree you were screwed. Your ex would see you and try to talk to you, and if he tried to talk to you, you’d probably end up punching him in his stupid liar face. You put on your best ‘I’m in deep shit please help me’ face, and the boy finally caved. “Um. Okay, I guess.”

“Oh my god, thank you!” You grabbed him by the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his, hoping he wouldn’t realize how weird this was and freak out at the last second. He didn’t.

Kissing… Shit, you didn’t even know his name. How could you kiss a boy and not even know his name?! What kind of person does that? Well, whoever he was, kissing him was… Nice. No, it was better than nice. It was amazing. This boy knew how to kiss. It felt perfectly natural to be kissing him, to be threading your fingers through his hair, to have his arms wrap around your waist, to be pressing your body tight against his- holy shit his body’s fantastic. You could feel it even through the fabric of your clothes, and damn son.

He pulled away slightly, and you panicked, clutching tightly onto the back of his neck. “Please don’t go yet, I’m not sure if he’s gone.”

He laughed softly, “Trust me, I am not leaving. Just needed a moment to catch my breath.” As you both were standing there, you realized he looked familiar.

Where do I know him from? you wondered.

You searched his features, noticing more about him. He was really tall, definitely over 6 feet, his black hair was thick and gorgeous and wavy, his skin was tan, and his eyes were this incredible dark brown. You’d always had a thing for brown eyes, you couldn’t explain it, and you adored his: they were a rich, dark chocolate-brown, and they were looking… at yours. He smiled softly, “So, are we gonna get back to it, or are you just going to continue staring at me?”

“Shut up.” You blushed, and pulled him back to your lips.

When you both finally pulled away a few minutes later, his hands had thoroughly ruined any semblance of control you’d had over your hair, and he looked about the same. His lips, though naturally plump, were kiss-swollen, and his gorgeous eyes were bright.

You two just looked at each other for a moment, when you realized you were being a little creepy and looked away, clearing your throat. “Um, th-thank you, for, you know. That. I guess I should…” You began digging through your pockets, looking for the money you’d promised him, when his calloused hand wrapped around your wrist. You looked at him, confused.

“I didn’t do it for the money.” His eyes were soft, and he shook his head, smiling softly. “I will, however, take my payment in the form of the backstory here… If you’re up for it. And you have to fix my hair.”

You laughed, “Deal.”

You walked with the boy through the fair, holding hands like it was the most natural thing in the world. Which it felt like. But you still didn’t even know this kid’s name, and you’d already kissed him after bribing him with $20, so what about this was natural?

The boy bought you cotton candy, and you were busy chowing down on the delicious fluff when he asked you the dreaded question.

“So… What happened with you and this guy?”

You put down your chunk of cotton candy and sighed. “It’s... a long story. He was my boyfriend for a long time, but then I caught him lying to me for no reason. Like, he would say he was going out to hang with his friends, and I would find him with another girl. And he wasn’t cheating, because I asked the girl at knifepoint.” You stopped to take a bite of your sticky treat and glanced up innocently at the boy. He was already looking back at you, his expression shocked. “Hey, you wanted to know the story. Anyway, I guess he was worried that I would get jealous or something, so he started lying about what he was doing and where he was going all the time, and I couldn’t deal with it. So I ended it. And, well, let’s just say that he hasn’t quite grasped that concept yet.”

The boy stopped walking, his brow furrowed. “So.. he like… follows you? That’s not okay, that’s literally stalking. What the fuck? Have you told anyone about this?”

“No, I can handle it. I don’t need to make anything complicated. It’s just annoying when I try to have a nice night hanging out at the fair with my brother and-” you cut off with a gasp, finally realizing why you recognized the boy in front of you.

Your 15-year-old younger brother was obsessed with all things music, and that included the rising stars in the Australian pop-punk band 5 Seconds of Summer. The bassist for whom was standing right in front of you.

“Oh. My. God. You’re Calum Hood. You’re in 5 Seconds of Summer. You play bass. Holy shit you’re famous. What the hell are you doing here?! What the fuck is going on right now? Am I being Punk’d? What happened to your accent? Why-”

Before you could get another word out, the boy- no, Calum- clapped his hand over your mouth. Under his tan, he had gone very pale. He stepped closer, probably trying to make the scene less conspicuous. “Please please please do not shout or scream or do anything that would make anyone here think this is anything other than a couple of young hooligans being in love right now.” You stared up at him in shock, blinked, then licked his hand. “Ew! What the hell?!”

You laughed and stole his cotton candy, then held your hand out to him.

“Come on Calum, I thought you wanted me to act like we’re just a couple of goofy kids in love. You really need to learn to improvise. Also, you owe me an explanation, so let’s go bucko.”

Calum explained to you that he’d wanted one night out that was fun and relaxing, without requiring him to dress up. He’d seen an ad online for the fair and the decision was practically made for him. As to what had happened to his accent, “Australian accents tend to draw a lot of attention when you’re not in Australia, if you haven’t noticed. I wanted to stay as unnoticeable as possible.”

“Yeah, you’re a super attractive giant with big, soulful brown eyes and no one with you and you think that changing your accent is going to make you unnoticeable?” You laughed, “That’s adorable.” You were about to steal another bite of the delicious cotton candy when you caught sight of the Ferris wheel and realized you’d left your brother standing in line, and he was probably looking for you.

“Shit! I have to find my brother! Oh fuck, he’s gonna be so pissed. I’m sorry Calum, I’ve got to go.”

“Wait!” Calum grabbed your arm, “Let me at least… Fuck, never mind.”

You smiled softly, kissed him on the cheek, and laced your fingers together.

“You know, I’m not quite sure where my ex is, he could still be here. I don’t want to see him again and actually have to pay someone to kiss me, so maybe you could stick around for a while? You’d also be able to give my brother a heart attack, he’s a huge fan.”

Calum grinned, “I’d love to.”

#calum hood #calum #5sos #calum 5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum fanfic #this was just something I thought i'd try out #pls give me feedback #pls and thank

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