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pink-imagines · 3 years

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bad day

request: Hi. I'm going through a rough patch rn (someone I thought of as a best friend stabbed me in the back) and it's really hard. I was wondering how Bakugou, Kirishima, and Twice (if you write for him) would react to their normally perky s.o. suddenly being to upset to even get out of bed. Thank you so much.

a/n: this is kind of like part 2? anon asked for kirishima and twice too, so i’ll deliver! i decided to put both of them in this one, so scroll down to read twice’s!!

warnings: angst, crying

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Eijiro Kirishima

With yet another sigh you carefully cleaned the cuts over Eijiro’s body, he had gotten hurt during one of his shifts again. You felt his eyes on you but you refused to look up. “Y/N, I-” “I’m not your nurse, Eiji.”, you stated coldly, “I know that I’m still trying to find a job but that doesn’t mean it gives you the chance to be more reckless.” “I know-” “You need to look after yourself better, your work is dangerous.”, you pressed a bit harder with the cotton pad, making him hiss. “I get it, alright!?”, he snatched his arm away from you, “You don’t need to tell me how to do my job!” Not a single word managed to leave your lips as he walked away. Anger took over your body and you threw away the first aid kit with a haste. You didn’t give a second glance to where he stood in the kitchen, you simply walked into the bedroom and slammed the door behind you. Were you being childish? Maybe so, but you really couldn’t control your emotions. You fell asleep then and there, you didn’t even wait for Eijiro to come back into the room.

When you woke up the next morning he was already gone. The anger you felt the night before was gone, and you were left as an empty shell. After noticing his absense you didn’t feel like getting out of bed, and so you fell back asleep.

Eijiro couldn’t focus on the words in front of him. He was never much of an office worker at all, he’d rather be out doing the hero work, but today was especially hard. Not only had he hurt your feelings last night, buthe didn’t even have time to apologies this morning. He had thought about waking you up but decided against it as he knew you needed your rest. Luckily, today he got to go home at five pm instead of having to work late. Eijiro already had a plan on what to do; he’d bring home your favorite food for dinner, apologies right at the doorstep, and cuddle you for the rest of the night. He knew you were just worried about him and that you weren’t actually mad - even though your words hurt he shouldn’t have reacted that way and he needed to apologies.

The hours went by slowly, but eventually it was time for him to get out to the streets for his last shift before he could go home.

After a while of waking up and drifitng back to sleep again you decided to sit up in your bed. It was around four, you had slept all day instead of looking for jobs like you should have. Eijiro would be home in an hour and you dreaded every minute that passed.

You knew you had done a bad thing last night. Shouting at him for doing his job? You sighed and rubbed your temples lightly to try to get the thoughts of it out of your head. To be fair, this week had been horrible. Five job interviews and none of them had led to anything. You barely got to spend time with Eijiro either, since he worked late, and the one day when he’d come home early you had fought with him. Another sigh escaped your lips, this time shaky and a quiet whimper followed it as you were trying to stop the tears from spilling onto your cheeks. Without as second thought you went back to bed and hid the sobs in your pillow. How had you gotten out of bed before when it was this easy to just stay? Here nothing could happen to you. For a moment you were safe there in your cocoon of blankets.

When he opened the door he wasn’t met by your figure sitting on a chair by the kitchen table, scrolling on your laptop and looking for jobs. You weren’t by the window, having a phone call with a potential employer. You weren’t drinking tea in the kitchen, or doing a face mask in the bathroom, and you hadn’t left a note saying that you were at the gym. He walked around the entire house, which he knew you wouldn’t like since he still had his hero costume on - that didn’t matter, he just had to find you.

Eijiro walked past the bedroom door and heard quiet whimpers coming from there.

The door to the bedroom opened suddenly and you let out a squeak in surprise. However, you didn’t turn around to look at the person barging in. You’d rather keep your puffy eyes and tear-stained face to yourself. “Y/N? Baby?”, Eijiro’s voice was soft, as if it could cause you harm if he raised his voice, “Are you okay, honey?” You felt Eijiro sit down on the bed and put a hand on your shoulder. “I got you some food, okay? It’s from your favorite place, I put it on the kitchen counter.”, he explained softly, “I’ll go take a shower, why don’t you go out and start eating?” “... not hungry...”, your voice was muffled from the pillow and blankets. “... have you already eaten?”, Eijiro asked and you shook your head, “Did you eat earlier today then?” You shook your head no and heard him let out a careful sigh. “Y/N... you know I don’t want to sound rude but... honey, did you get out of bed at all today?”, he asked and you shook your head again, “Y/N...” “It’s fine...”, you croaked out and sat up, still not meeting his eyes, “Go take a shower, Eijiro.” “Baby, I don’t want to leave you like this-” “I’ll go eat, okay? Just... go shower. You know I don’t like it when you walk around with your hero suit on inside...”, you hated how cold you were towards him but for some reason you couldn’t help it. You got out of bed, feeling his eyes on you as you walked toward the kitchen.

When you saw the take away bag on the counter you smiled slightly to yourself. He’d always get you this when he was trying to apologies, usually you didn’t eat junkfood at all. You took out the food and saw the box with your favorite dish written on it. The shower turned on in the bathroom and you assumed he had started showering.

Two strong arms suddenly wrapped around you, making you jump slightly. “The food’s already starting to get cold... we can heat it up later. Come shower with me, okay?”, Eijiro kissed you where your neck met your shoulder. It was hard to not give into this offer... you leaned against his bare chest and waited for him to give ou another kiss. When he did you mumbled out: “Sure.”

Usually when you showered together you’d have a lot more... fun. This time it was very wholesome, if you could call it that. He helped you wash our hair, you helped him wash his hair. No kisses shared, there were barely any glances shared, and there were especially no words said.

Once you were out of the shower you grapped your hair dryer and dried off your hair after wrapping a towel around yourself. You were thankful that Eijiro had made you crawl out of the cave that was your bed, the feeling after a hot shower was one of the best ones out there. Eijiro tapped on your shoulder and then pointed at the hair dryer, begging you with the look in his eyes.

You started drying his hair and he had a satisfied smile on his face as you did so. There was a cut on his arm and you were about to say something until you remembered last night and decided not to mention it. Instead you directed your attention to his hair. “Your roots are starting to show.”, you muttered and looked at the dark hair peaking out from under the red, “Do you need help coloring it again?” “I was thinking of letting it be.”, he admitted, “You said you liked black hair, didn’t you?”, he peered at you with one eye and kept the other closed. “I guess I did...”, you tried to keep yourself from blushing but it was near impossible, “I like your red hair too, though.” “Mhm...”, he hummed, “... we’ll see what I do with it then.”

Once you were done in the bathroom you heated up the food, and while you were waiting he looked at you with a serious face. “Y/N, I’m sorry about yesterday.”, he said and took your hands in his, “I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you for worrying.” “I should be saying sorry.”, you gave in and leaned your head against his chest, “I took out my frustration on you... it’s been a bad week.” “... maybe we both did wrong then?”, he suggested and you nodded, “So then let’s just leave it at that and communicate better next time.” “Sounds good to me.” you nodded and gave him a soft smile. “You said you had a bad week, honey?”, he asked as he lifted you up and placed you on the counter. “... it’s just that I haven’t been getting any jobs at all. I went to so many interviews for nothing...”, you sighed and leaned your forehead against his, “... I know I’m not usually like this-” “You don’t have to be happy all the time.”, he interupted, “Nobody is. It’s okay for you to feel shitty sometimes - just talk to me about it, even if it’s hard.” With a small smile you pressed a kiss to his forehead and then jumped off the counter just in time for the food to be ready.

You ate while watching a movie, the two of you cuddled up on the couch. Eijiro stroke your hair back from time to time and sometimes he’d comment something about the movie quietly in your ear - as if someone else was around to hear it.

After eating you tried doing the dishes but he quickly pushed you away and did them for you. “Do you want tea or something before bed?”, Eijiro asked sweetly. “I want you.”, you said and wrapped your arms around him from behind. “I think I can fix that for you.”, he chuckled and turned around in your embrace, “I love you, okay?” His hands went to the sides of your waist, where they slowly rubbed patterns on your skin. Eijiro leaned down and pressed a few pecks on your lips, leading them down to your jaw and then neck. “I love you too.”, you mumbled and brought his lips back up to meet yours again.

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weremustelidae · 3 years

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this is odd but i like thinking about how certain magical powers would work alongside science. I mean, I'm always for going "fuck science" (WITH REGARDS TO FICTIONAL MAGICAL FANTASY) but it's also fun to think about

-since cold is an absense of heat, fire and ice powers are basically the same thing (controlling temperature) except one is adding heat while one is removing it. Same with light vs shadow powers (in fact, you could even take it a step further and say that fire/ice and light/shadow powers are both "controlling energy")

-magically cooling down the air while it's humid could be used to create fog

-healing magic could still require knowledge of how things work, like instead of just casting "un-break bone" you have to know what the bone is supposed to look like and where it's supposed to go (my original world, MagiCarnivora, has this)

#roo makes a post #i think about this mostly bc i'm a nerd and also because #the magic in magicarnivora is such that ways if using it can be developed and improved and refined over long periods of time #rather than just solving everyone's problems with a snap of a finger #and also so that using magic often requires a knowledge of science as well. or at least an ''if i do this then this happens''

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petersfern-fics · 5 years

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Office Hours | Duncan Shepherd

A/N This took me 3 days to complete and I'm still not happy with it sjdkjdk But enjoy this filthy smut about Daddy!Duncan

Warnings: Office sex / Daddy!Duncan / Sub!Reader / Language / Smut extremely filthy smut

Word Count: 2391 I am so sorry

You loved late nights at the office with Duncan. They'd occur around once or twice a week when he had extra work to take care of - an inviting pile of files calling his name.

You had been Duncan's assistant for just over three months now, and the hours and pay were good: you'd clock in at 9 and leave at 6 - the day being filled with important meetings and client interviews, and your job was to make sure everything ran smoothly.

However, on most nights when 6pm rolled around, you'd wait - not packing up your things or pulling your coat over your shoulders. Ever since the New Year's Eve party, when Duncan had pulled you in for a midnight kiss, the relationship between the two of you had changed.

It was no longer professional, no longer a business man and his assistant.

Instead, sexual tension hung thickly between you - thick enough to slice with a knife. And ever since the innocent midnight kiss turned into a heated makeout session in the coat closet, you couldn't keep your hands off each other; the inviting mess of files adorning Duncan's desk becoming a distant memory in his mind.

He had other business to attend to.

Now, you looked at the clock as you perched on the edge of your chair, waiting for Duncan's voice over the answer machine.

6:01pm.

6:02pm.

You became fidgity, spinning from side to side slightly, tapping the face of your watch with your fingertips.

6:03pm.

Nothing.

6:04pm.

"My office. Now..." His words were abrupt, making you jump and your heart rate speed up, a smile spreading across your face. You quickly tidied your desk, locking the computer and tucking the chair under the table - batting your hands against your skirt as you stood.

The door to Duncan's office was inviting, his name etched onto the frosted glass in cursive and as you wrapped your hand around the brass door knob, you saw his silhouette pacing the room behind it, running his hands through his hair.

He was waiting for you.

Taking a deep breath, you twisted the handle and as you entered, Duncan spun round, his face cold and hard. He advanced toward you swiftly, taking your face in his hands and pulling your lips toward him. They crashed together, his tongue quickly finding refuge with yours, a soft whimper escaping you when he pulled at your bottom lip.

"I've had a really bad day and I fucking need you..." Duncan moaned into your mouth, lacing his hands through your hair and gripping at the locks. You chuckled slightly as he tilted your head to the side, greedily attacking your neck, leaving sloppy kisses along your jugular and up your ear as he began to nibble at the lobe.

"What-What happened?" You tried to talk but Duncan didn't allow it, he muffled your mouth with his hand - pulling away from your neck and fixing his eyes at yours.

"I don't want to talk about it, I just want you..." You couldn't lie, the desperation in Duncan's voice made you collapse right there and then, a heat building in the pit of your stomach and traveling down to your core. Reattaching his lips to your neck, he began suckling at the tender skin - leaving soft red marks that you were sure would rise into a purpled bruise later on.

This was your favourite Duncan. The Duncan that couldn't keep his hands off you; the Duncan that just wanted to feel your skin against his; the Duncan that wanted to unravel you and watch as you writhed with the pleasure he provided you.

"Kneel..." He whispered in your ear, placing one last kiss on your exposed skin before you obeyed his orders and knelt before him, your eyes stationed at his crotch. A wicked grin flicked at your lips as you began to unbuckle his belt - no further orders needed from Duncan for you to understand his needs. As you pulled the zipper down, you heard his breaths become deeper, the anticipation of your mouth around his cock already sending his head spinning. You manouvered his hard-on through his underwear, and before placing soft kisses on the tip, you looked up into his eyes - lust laced deep within his orbs. Biting down on your lip slightly at the prospect of taking Duncan's length in your mouth, you began to gently massage the tip with your tongue, sucking the precum away ever so slightly and replacing it with soft kisses, licking your lips in the process.

"Such a naughty girl, teasing me like that..." Duncan breathed, his words hitching as you took his member fully - pushing him deep to the back of your throat. "Fuckk" He moaned again, carding his hands through your hair and pushing you further up his length, making you gag against his shaft. His praise and profanities made you hum in satisfaction, the vibrations sending chills through Duncan's body. You could tell he was close, even though you'd been kneeling for just a few moments - but before you could take his length again - Duncan had pulled his member out of you and his lips were now at yours; delving deep into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue.

"Up..." Another command and you knew exactly what to do. You came to your feet, Duncan's hands cupping your ass and you jumped - wrapping your legs around his waist, his lips attacking yours once more. "Good girl" He moaned into your mouth and you tugged at his bottom lip, causing a chuckle to escape him. Duncan began to move over to his desk, and you brought your lips to his neck - grazing your teeth along his jaw and sucking at the skin below his ear.

"I'll have to reward you for taking my cock so well..." Duncan uttered, but you couldn't make heads or tails of his words; instead you heard the thump of your heart and the hot breaths of your boss against your ear. He sat you on his desk, being quick to remove any obstacles behind you, and he gripped the table with his hands - leaning into you, his knee pushing your legs apart. A cool spell of air brushed against your soaked panties and you gasped as Duncan's chilled fingers found their way to your shirt; swiftly unbuttoning them, his lips never leaving yours.

"So beautiful..." He muttered, trailing his kisses from your lips down past your jaw and connecting them to your collar bone - gently suckling at the skin just below. A moan fled your lips when his hands found their way to your breasts, cupping them and kneading at the fabric clothed skin, your nipples becoming hard at his touch.

"Dunc, please..." You tried to speak once more but you were silenced by Duncan's fingers sliding into your mouth, his lips now grazing your stomach. You knew you'd messed up, knew the feeble attempt in gaining Duncan's attention wasn't worth prolonging the teasing you were already experiencing.

But you had to try, right?

"Bad girl..." He whispered into you, his breath dancing hotly over your skin and he quickly removed himself, moving back up to your lips - letting his brush gently against the plump of yours and his thumb gently pull your chin up. "You were being so good for me so good for..." He left his sentence open, his eyes scanning yours for the answer and without further command, a single word escaped your lips - a word you knew Duncan would appreciate.

"...Daddy" With this, a devilish grin curved at the corners of his mouth and he curled his fingers under your skirt, gripping and tugging it down past your knees - letting it drop to the floor. Once again, he spread your legs with his knee, but this time brought his hand to your clothed core and as he ran his fingers down the length of your slit, your breaths hitched tightly in your throat; the moans you had tried so hard to keep hidden exploding from your lips.

"Duncan, please, fuck-"

"-My name, say it!" Duncan interupted your pleads, speaking through gritted teeth, his hand suddenly stopping at your core.

"Daddy, fuck, just fuck me..." Duncan loved hearing his name spill from your mouth, pure ecstacy coursing through your veins as you did so; it made him feel powerful, as though you were his, his property. With your cries, Duncan continued at your core, gently rubbing your soaked panties against your slit and you threw your head back when his fingers found their way to your clit; ever so softly rubbing and tugging at the ball of nerves.

"Good girl..." Duncan leaned over you, gently licking at the skin above your bra and trailing back down to your stomach - sucking at the tender skin, trying to draw out your first orgasm of the night.

"Fuck, Daddy, fuck fuck-" You felt the ball of heat that grew in your pit explode and it travelled through your veins, leaving your body convulsing, legs trembling. You gripped at Duncan's hair, pulling his lips closer to your skin, wanting to feel his hot breath all over your shaking body.

You weren't given time to breathe after your first orgasm, Duncan had already slipped off your soaked panties and now had his hand on your clit again, his thumb massaging it - fingers gently grazing the skin of your thighs.

"Such a beautiful sight, squirming underneath my hand..." Your core was now incresingly sensitive and Duncan's light touches only made your body pulse more, your breathing erratically speeding up.

"Round two?" You felt his words against your pussy and the sudden spell of heat against your slit caused tears to prick at your eyes, your back arching against the cold wood of Duncan's desk.

"Please, yes..." Your moans were raspy, the absense of Duncan between your legs taking it's toll on your body and you lifted your head watching him as he placed his lips on your clit, his eyes never leaving yours - the iris' darkened with greed. He began to suck, flicking his tongue back and forth around the bundle of nerves; your hands gripping the desk and becoming whiter with each moan that left your mouth. The scruff of his beard tickled below the area his mouth resided and soft giggles escaped your lips, your eyes scrunching shut at the feeling.

Your second orgasm of the night was working it's way through your body, up your spine and down into your core; your legs trembling beneath Duncan's lips once again. Sitting up, you took hold of his hair, gripping the locks and pushing him closer to your pussy - his tongue now running up and down your slit, soft purrs of satisfaction rumbling through your veins. For the second time that night, you felt an erruption of pleasure coursing through your body and you cried out, whimpers leaving your lips and Duncan's mouth was now at your opening - cleaning up the juices you produced.

"Round three..." Your second orgasm was over and once again, Duncan left you no time to recooperate. He spoke in commands, and you saw him stand up, pulling his dick from his pants and pumping at it slightly, biting down on his lip as he did so. As you watched him, you managed a grin, your body slowly tiring and giving out under the pleasure Duncan provided you.

"Please, please..." You gave him the green light to enter you and he returned the smile you sported, rubbing his thumb along his tip before placing it at your opening. He slowly pushed into you, his eyes scrunched closed, lip caught between his teeth as he felt your walls tighten around his cock.

"Fuck, baby... You feel so good..." You whimpered in response to his praise and as Duncan started to move inside of you - his thrusts slowly speeding up - your cries became more prominent, your core pulsing around Duncan's member.

"Daddy, yes, fu-" Your lungs gave out, the air you so desperately needed nowhere to be found as Duncan now leaned over you, pressing his lips to your neck and sucking greedily on the skin below your ear. You heard his breathing speed up, his thrusts become more erratic with each pump inside of you and his eyes scrunched closed once more, his moans filling the office.

"I'm gonna come, baby- Fuck--" Duncan gave you barely anytime to adjust to his warning and within seconds he had filled you - his lips coming to your stomach, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses along your torso.

You followed suit just moments later, your walls tightening around Duncan's length and you pulled at his hair in an attempt to find something to steady your breathing and the shakes your body exhibited.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck..." You moaned breathlessly, as Duncan trailed his tongue over your sweat soaked skin, and slowly pulled out of you - a mixture of yours and his juices spilling out onto the desk. Again, he brought his mouth to your opening, cleaning you up and licking his lips in the process; drawing out more whimpers from your lips as your third orgasm of the night deflated within you.

"Oh, my baby, taking my cock so well, fuck I love you..." You could tell Duncan's mind wasn't connected to his mouth - his sentences came out all at once, no punctuation evident to split up the praise he was supplying you.

He took your hand, helping you up from the desk and you quickly grabbed onto his shoulders, your knees weak, legs still trembling. A laugh bubbled in your throat and you looked up into Duncan's eyes, his iris' dark, face flushed and lips a rose petal pink from his teeth sinking into them just moments before.

"So..." You said, wrapping your arms around Duncan's neck, standing on your tiptoes to gain level with him, "...Do you want to tell me about your day, now?" A smug smile flashed onto his mouth and he placed his hands at the nape of your back, locking them together before placing a wet kiss on your lips - the salty taste of your orgasms taking over your senses.

"I'd much rather take you out for dinner..."

Your face softened into a content expression and you nodded your head, licking your top lip ever so slightly.

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years

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Tomato Blood

Member: Baekhyun (EXO)

Prompt: 4. “How long have you been dead?” “50 years.” “Damn. Guess I missed the funeral then.”

Rating: PG-13

WC: 798

Genre/AU: New Orleans Voodoo!AU

↳ part of my Halloween drabble game

The thick, syrupy air of New Orleans is hotter than hell, if you care for that particular metaphor.

Dante dictates that hell is cold. Hell is the absense of heat, of warmth and of love – and yet the most abominable of crimes are committed in the deepest throes of passion. Passion, above all else, demands heat.

Narrowing his eyes, Baekhyun slouches in his seat. The porch sags dutifully beneath him, putting up the barest front of what it was designed to do: which was support the house. Technically, it fulfills this criteria but in all other ways remains willfully obstinate. Under duress, the porch may perform as requested, but it won’t like it and the results won’t be pretty.

Honestly, this is fine by Baekhyun. He tends not to trust overly pretty things. Yawning again, Baekhyun stretches both arms overhead to rub sleep from his eyes – he is careful, very careful, not to smudge his black eyeliner. This lends him an aura of mystery, of enchantment and above all, Baekhyun’s aura is not to be tampered with. Mainly because the tourists have come to expect it and the tourists – along with their gullible, overflowing wallets – are Baekhyun’s main source of income.

Not that anyone should judge him for it.

He only does what he has to in order to survive and besides, everyone uses their talents while at work. Baekhyun’s talents just happen to be... different from others. Spreading both hands before him, Baekhyun watches sparks drift over his fingers. They sink into the skin at the base of his fingers, alighting on his nails to illuminate that yes, he’s in desperate need of a trim.

Frowning, Baekhyun remedies this oversight. His nails instantly shrink and in return, a slow pulse of energy drains from his soul. With a flick of his hand, Baekhyun conjures a glass of deep scarlet to his table. Tomato juice, straight from his kitchen. Tomatoes are incredibly high in Vitamin C, which is an excellent source of magic replenishment.

The tomato juice also has the effect of looking like blood, which contributes to whole ambiance thing.

Mid-way through his glass, you appear in the door.

Appear is the best word for it, because one second, you aren’t there and the next second – poof! Baekhyun blinks, setting down his glass and this is when he notices the second odd thing about you (the first, of course, being how you appeared in his door).

You can’t enter.

When you take a step forward, it’s as though your feet become nailed to the porch. Perhaps the damn wood has finally awoken and decided to perform its duty – i.e., protecting Byun Baekhyun from intruders, both corporeal and not. That’s what Baekhyun hexed it to do, after all, even if the inanimate object rarely listens to him in the long-term.

Tilting his head to one side, Baekhyun observes you.

When you try to move again and fail, a loud huff leaves your lips – and Baekhyun realizes your hair doesn’t blow upwards. Likely because there’s no wind from your lips to blow, no breath left in your body.

“How long have you been dead?” Baekhyun asks, merely curious.

Freezing in place, your gaze flicks to his. Uncertainty crosses your expression for the barest of moments, as though very few people have guessed this about you.

A smile tugs at Baekhyun’s lips. Clearly, you haven’t been hanging with the right sort of crowd.

With an endearing shrug – oh, you are very good at being let in, Baekhyun decides – you glance over one shoulder. “50 years? Give or take.”

“Damn.” Baekhyun drains the rest of his glass; a precautionary measure. “Guess I missed the funeral, then. My condolences.”

Returning to him, your eyes seem to spark. “So, you know what I am? You can tell that I’m, well...?”

“Dead?” Baekhyun supplies. He nods. “It’s kind of obvious, no?”

“To me it is.” Aimless, you shrug. “But then, most people consider my existence to be impossible. And it’s hard for people to see something they don’t think exists.”

Baekhyun smiles again. “Very true.”

You seem to lose some of your interest in what Baekhyun understands, your gaze traversing his shop to land on the empty glass. “Was that blood?” you ask curiously.

“Of a tomato.”

“Hm.” Your gaze returns to his. “You’re strange.”

“You’re one to talk, ghost.”

When he says this, you laugh – an impossibly bright sound which sounds almost alive. Almost.

A chill travels his spine, as the thought makes Baekhyun’s stomach twist. Studying you again, he attempts to categorize you and finds himself unable. You don’t seem malevolent but then again, the worst kinds of spirits rarely do.

“What are you here?” he asks finally.

Equally abrupt, all traces of laughter disappear from your face. Staring bleakly at Baekhyun, your gaze becomes stormy. The air around his home chills, which – given his home’s location in the middle of hell – is a rather impressive feat. You’re strong, for such a young spectral.

“I want your help finding my killer,” you say softly. After another moment, you smile and the swamp instantly brightens. “And then, I want them to pay.”

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codynaomiswireart · 5 years

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“Gauze in the Wound” - Part 17

Varian goes on a bit of an emotional roller coaster in this one. Visions can really do that to ya apparently.

For the moment, Varian was at peace.

He wasn’t in any pain, he didn’t feel any sort of distress or urgency, and he could neither see nor hear anything around him. In this dreamlike state, the blackness that he had sunk into did not frighten him. On the contrary, it was wonderful. Just him and the blissful, all-encompassing embrace of the night that cradled him gently, like how the moon was cradled in the velvet-black seas of the night sky. It reminded Varian dimly of how it felt to be in the boat earlier as he and the queen had sailed along the coast while he slept in dreamless sleep. Only this time it was even deeper and heavier. While Varian wasn’t picking up much with his senses, he had some vague sense of awareness as one does in dreams or in a trance. But it was a dulled, lazy kind. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there, but such questions did not concern him. Not right now. Right now, nothing concerned him – there was nothing to be afraid of, no plans to make, no formulas to work out, no chains to wear, no enemies to fight, no swords to wield, no anxiety over whether or not he was going to get out of the next bit of trouble he was in. None of that.

Just him, and sleep.

And it was wonderful.

…

“…Wait…What was that?”

Varian didn’t know how long this peaceful drifting went on for (as time didn’t seem to matter much to him at present), but now, suddenly, he had the slight sensation of someone (or something) attempting to rouse him. He almost thought he heard a few faint sing-song words in Latin just on the edge of his hearing, and maybe even the sound of his name being called, but he wasn’t quite sure. Whatever was happening though, it wasn’t enough to bring him back to the waking world, but it was just able to make him that bit more aware of himself and his surroundings, and it was then that he was able to perceive a slight sensation of floating…or perhaps falling! Or sinking!

At this thought, Varian felt the first involuntary surge of panic since undergoing the charmed sleep, and snapping his eyes open, he flailed his limbs about about frantically as he tried to regain a sense of which way was upwards in the dark, and also tried hard to hold his breath for fear of drowning.

Finally, Varian couldn’t hold his breath any longer, and reluctantly allowed his lungs to open up for what he was sure would be a first mouthful of water. But – oh thank goodness! – only fresh, cool air passed on through, and Varian took another few deep gulps of it as he tried again to collect himself. But it seemed that no matter which way he turned, there was only blackness to be seen, and nothing by which he could gain his bearings. He couldn’t even see his hand held up in front of his face, and the only sounds he could hear distinctly were his own ragged breaths echoing around him, and his heartbeat pulsing in his ears.

Only moments ago, this blackness around him had felt like his greatest comforter. Now, it felt dreadful.

The warm, dark blanket that he would’ve loved to curl up in forever now felt smothering, despite the simulteanous sense of large space that it projected. It also gave Varian that impression of having eyes watching him from somewhere where he couldn’t see them back, like when walking through a forest at night (only here it was much worse). It was a very self-conscious, almost naked sort of feeling, despite the vast aloneness of it all. It made Varian feel profoundly small all over again, like when he had heard the heavens singing when…well, when all of that had happened.

It made him feel alone. It made him feel scared. And most of all, it made him feel lost.

Unlike before, there was no sense of “belonging” in this intimidating vastness of space. It felt like nowhere, and Varian was almost nothing within that nowhere.

This present situation made Varian curl into a tight ball – trying to make the desolate world of his loneliness feel just that much smaller as he buried his face into his knees, and hugged this knees to himself as he continued to drift through that dark space. Varian tried desperately to not let panic overtake his mind as he willed himself to stop trembling so much and to calm down. But just willing it wasn’t working, and Varian couldn’t help but let out a small whimper through his throat (though with no tears this time).

“P-please…” Varian managed to whisper with a quivering voice in the dark, though with such an absense of any other sound, even his whispers sounded loud to him. He swallowed hard and licked his dry lips. “Please…s-someone…find me…”

…Silence…Nothing…

…Then…Something!

With his face tucked into his knees, Varian at first felt more than he saw the light that suddenly came from a point behind him. It was a strange sort of light, in that it felt like it had a kind of “weight” to it as Varian felt it stream through the darkness and hit his back, head, and shoulders. It didn’t hurt him, but it was a very strange sensation, and it made a shiver run up Varian’s spine, despite the mild heat that came with it. Cautiously, Varian turned towards the source of the light, but he couldn’t see it clearly as the brightness of it made him squint hard and blink. It seemed to be as bright as a tiny sun, but with the white light of a full moon.

Varian raised a hand to shield his eyes from it, and as he did so he was suddenly struck by a sense of gravity as he went through the motion, which gave him the sense that the light was coming from somewhere “upwards” in the void he was floating in. For a few seconds Varian didn’t dare to move. He was also at the same time struck cold with the idea that perhaps this was the infamous “light at the end of the tunnel” that everyone talked about for near-death experiences, and that trying to go towards it would only bring him closer to the end.

But Varian wasn’t ready to go yet! He couldn’t! He needed to stay! He needed to be there to free his father! He had to know if Xavier was all right! Where was he!? And the queen!? And what about Ruddiger!? He couldn’t just leave him! No! No no! He had to keep fighting! He couldn’t let it end this way! No no no!

With a short cry of desperation, Varian did all that he could to right himself in the semi-permeable void, and found that by moving his limbs in a swimming motion he could get some semblence of movement forward. With that set, Varian shot himself in the downward direction, and stroke after stroke he dove as far away from that light as he could manage.

Down, and down, and down, and down…

Finally, after what felt like some minutes, Varian paused in his descent, and panted hard as he rested his aching limbs from such a hard “swim,” allowing himself to float about again for a bit. He must be a good way away from the light by now, he thought, and as Varian lazily turned to face towards the upward side of the void again, he expected to see the light as only a tiny pinprick of brightness behind him, if it was even still visible at all.

But Varian found his heart nearly stopping inside him as he saw the light didn’t seem to have grown any smaller at all! While it still wasn’t any closer than it had been before, neither had he been able to retreat further away from it. Was it following him!?

What was he going to do now!? Varian had the horrible idea enter his mind that his efforts for retreating from it were futile, and that no matter how far he dove or how hard he swam, the inevitable would always be right there following him the whole way – trapping him in an eternal chase through the darkness. Varian dreaded this idea, but he also dreaded the only other option that seemed to be available to him.

What would he do!?

Several moments of silence passed as Varian’s mind thought frantically about what he ought to do. He daren’t go nearer to the light, but neither did he want to continue to dive down away from it forever. It seemed his only option was to go towards it, but he had no guarantee that this would be safe. Though maybe…maybe this wasn’t that “light at the end of the tunnel” after all, and in reality this thing following him wanted to help him. Or – if the light itself was not sentient – perhaps it was sent by someone who did want to help him.

“Oh jeeze, what am I even thinking!?” Varian thought to himself with a shake of his head. “Sentient light? ‘Sent by someone’!? No, none of that is possible. This is all just an illusion – some sort of trick! There’s nothing magical about this! There’s got to be a logical explanation! And-and I’ll find it! Yeah! I’m sure it’ll all make sense in a minute! I just…have to wake up! Yeah, that’s it! I’ve got to wake up!”

“C-c’mon, wake up!” Varian said outloud to himself…but nothing happened.

“Wake up!” Varian tried again, a bit louder this time, and clenched his fists in determination. Still, nothing changed.

“WAKE UP!” Varian shouted, clutching at his head, shutting his eyes tight, and eventually knocking his fists against his skull (though not hard enough to bruise). “WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!!”

Still…nothing happened.

With a snort of frustration, Varian was again faced with the present stalemate between him and the patient ball of brightness that continued to hover a few yards away from him. Varian glared at it, almost sure that it was taunting him somehow with its silence, and his frustration now boiled over into words.

“Wh-…what do you want!?” Varian asked the ball of light tersely, and tried hard to ignore the feeling of embarrassment that began sitting in his gut at the idea of addressing a faceless something like this that may not even be able to hear him, let alone respond back. “Who are you? What are you?”

In response to Varian’s voice, the light suddenly started to close in on him again, and Varian’s eyes went wide as he could see clearly that it was actually coming closer this time instead of just keeping pace behind him. Varian – knowing he wouldn’t be able to outpace the light’s approach now – let out a yelp of alarm, and braced himself as he held out both hands in front of him, as if to keep the light at bay, though also waiting for when the light would swallow him up helplessly in its burning embrace.

But after some seconds, though Varian could perceive through his closed eyelids that the light had increased in intensity upon its approach towards him, he felt nothing else significantly different, let alone any sensations of burning. Cautiously, Varian opened his eyes again, blinking hard through mild tears as the light made them sting. There wasn’t a whole lot he could make out in that harsh whiteness, and Varian certainly didn’t want to try too hard and make himself go blind, but as he attempted to gaze into the light, he could’ve sworn he began to make out the bright shape of something peering back at him from within it – something with what appeared to have some sort of branchy features that hovered only about two feet away from him.

“I found you.”

Varian started back, completely thrown at actually getting a verbal response.

But wait…no.

And yet-

Try as he might, though it happened literally seconds ago, Varian was startled to find that he could not remember whether or not the words he just picked up on where actually heard by him in the normal sense of the word. It had been a verbal response. There was no doubt about that. But had it been audial to him? That was the question that now haunted Varian’s mind…

Again, Varian flinched away as the branchy protrusions coming from the light came just a little bit nearer to him again. At this point, Varian had almost half a mind to flee from it again…but something stopped him. Varian recongnized the gesture for what it was. Whatever was on the other side of that light, it was inviting Varian to hang onto it. For what purpose Varian did not know, but that much was clear to him at least.

…Dare he trust it?

[“P-please…Please…s-someone…find me…”

“I found you.”]

Varian glanced back one more time at the darkness below him, giving one last thought to a possible retreat, before finally making his mind up. It was one of the worst things he’d ever had to do. With one last exertion of sheer, frightened willpower, Varian caught hold of the branchy somethings that hovered before him, and before he had time to realize what was happening, he was suddenly pulled up into the light and out of the darkness, and he found himself instinctually gasping for breath as he felt his head break up and through what felt like the surface of a body of water. As he came up and out, Varian also released his grip on whatever it was he had grabbed onto, and with a clumsy plop onto some smooth, solid, and slightly wet surface now beneath him, Varian lay stunned as he tried to gain a sense of what just happened to him.

Feeling a gentle nudge at his shoulder, Varian soon came back to himself, and began to take in his surroundings. The very first thing that Varian noticed was that he was lying on what appeared to be a vast, smooth, mirror-like surface, that gave almost the impression of ice with about an inch’s worth of water sitting atop it. Yet while cool to the touch, the surface was not bitingly cold like ice would’ve been, and the layer of water atop it rippled gently around him as Varian began to move. Below the solid part of the surface there seemed to be the blackness that Varian had been pulled out of, like the murky waters of a dark sea in wintertime. Of course, Varian blinked down confused at this phenomenon for two reasons. One was that while he had been in that blackness, he did sense that the light had been hovering in an “above” direction to him, yet it hadn’t looked at all like the surface to anything. In face, it had appeared to move within the blackness just like he had. This made absolutely no sense!

Yet Varian remembered distinctly the feeling of being pulled up and through the surface, and yet there didn’t seem to be any sign of his breaking through the solid plane that had caught him as he fell, and which he now lay on top of. It was almost as if it the substance of it had turned to liquid glass upon his emerging through it, and then it immediately turned solid and again afterwards. Varian had no idea what sort of substance would have those kinds of properties, but he was sure there must be some sort of compound that could give him the answer.

But any answers of that sort would have to wait. Varian first had to figure out where he was and how to get out of here. With a small grunt of exertion, Varian tried to raise himself onto his knees and elbows, but ended up slipping on the slick surface beneath him, with his limbs shaking as he went still again. Realizing he was not yet steady enough to be able to stand and walk, Varian opted for rolling unceremoniously onto his back, hoping it would help to get a bit more oxygen to his brain, and also give him some more insight about where he was as he looked up at what was there further above him.

Varian looked, and stared…

He was awestruck…

What Varian saw was the clearest night sky he had ever seen in his life, and it was ablaze with stars, nubulai, constellations, planets, and even a few streams of the Aurora dancing overhead. But…it didn’t seem quite right either, for the planets appeared way too big for how they ought to be seen in that sky. Varian could clearly see the many rings of Saturn, and the red spot and moons of Jupiter, and the swirling sulfuric clouds of Venus.

“Well, thank goodness this isn’t real,” Varian thought to himself after a few moments…though with the surprising slight pang of bitterness at the thought as he took in the sheer beauty before his eyes. “If it were, the gravitational forces of all those planets would surely result in the Earth’s-”

But Varian’s thoughts and entracement to the firmament were interrupted as his line of sight was abstructed by another something coming into view.

He wasn’t alone!

Varian jumped a little as the bright, wise, and calm face of a white stag suddenly appeared over him, looking upside down to him from where he lay on the ground with the beast standing over him near his head. Both human and creature stared at each other for a moment…and then Varian remembered!

“Oh…” Varian breathed in recognition, recalling the familiar face from ealier that night. “It’s-it’s you! From before! But, wait-…” And Varian also remembered something else. “You-you can talk!?”

But the stag made no reply to Varian, and instead continued to just stare down at him.

“Pfft! Fine, whatever,” Varian now grumbled, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment at the idea of talking to an animal like it would speak back to him, and the boy now tried again to rise to his feet again. But Varian felt stiff and achey by now, and getting up was proving to be a bit of a struggle like before. Yet this time, Varian caught sight of the stag lowering his head down towards him again, and Varian recognized the gesture as another invitation to hang on.

“Oh…um, th-thanks,” Varian stammered, feeling a little bit ashamed for his rudeness to the creature earlier as he again held on to its antlers, and it gently lifted him up so he could stand upon his feet.

“Whew, ok,” Varian said as he steadied himself, letting go of the stag’s branchy antlers as he made to walk forward. “Now, let’s get out of he- Aaah!”

Varian yelped as he began to lose his balance, and quickly reached out with his flailing arms to grab back onto the stag who stood near him. And indeed, Varian did catch hold of something as he swayed, but-!

“Need an assistant?”

Varian looked up quickly, and his heart leapt into his throat and his eyes reflected sheer terror as what before him stood not the strange white stag…but Cassandra!

And she was not happy.

“AAAH!” Varian gasped, immediately trying to tear his hands out of Cassandra’s own (for that was what he had caught hold of apparently), but she wouldn’t let him go!

“L-LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” Varian screamed, but his struggling only made Cassandra grip his hands tighter, and now he was crying out in both fear and pain as he was almost sure his hands would be crushed underneath the inhuman strength that was wrapped around them, and that began lifting him effortlessly up off his feet and into the air.

“NO! S-STOP! LET ME GO!”

“Hello Cassandra~!”

Varian’s eyes went wide in horror as Cassandra now held him face-to-face with her, her face contorting into an ugly sneer as his feet dangled helplessly an inch or two above the gound, and a voice that was not Cassandra’s could be heard coming from her mouth.

…But the voice itself was also not unfamiliar.

“I always knew I could sweep you off your feet!”

Varian wanted to scream again as he heard his own words spoken to him in his own voice, but before he could so much as make a sound come out of his mouth, Cassandra suddenly let go of his hands, and Varian fell back down hard onto the liquid plain she stood upon. Varian curled in on himself, holding his aching hands close to his chest, and braced himself to feel Cassandra (or whatever that thing was) begin to beat him to a pulp as he sat helplessly petrified…but only stillness followed. As Varian timidly opened his eyes and looked up, he saw not a hostile Cassandra standing before him, but the white stag once again.

Varian shuffled himself back a few feet away from it, but the stag only responded with a slightly puzzled tilt of its head as it continued to watch him.

“D-d-didn’t you see that!?” Varian demanded of it, both afraid and angry (though more frightened than anything else) at its apparent lack of response to him. “Did you do that!?”

But the stag only tilted its head a little bit the other way, and Varian could make neither heads nor tails of its gestures this time.

“Fine! Be that way!” Varian snapped at it, and scrambled back up onto his feet while trying to ignore the ache in his hands. “I don’t need your help! I’ll get out of here by myself, thank you very much! I’ll- Oof!”

Again, Varian fell as he tried to walk on the strange surface. But now, Varian began to get suspicious of it. Well, even more so than he already was anyway. For true, while Varian was quite shaken, there didn’t seem to be much of a reason as to why he shouldn’t be able to make his way across this strange plain he was on. True, the surface of it was a bit slick, but it wasn’t actual ice. There shouldn’t be any reason for it to be this difficult!

Again and again Varian tried to make his way along the vast, mirror-like plain, but he could only make it a few steps before falling down again. This was going to take forever!

“Fine then!” Varian thought through gritted teeth. “I’ll crawl my way out of here if I have to!”

And so he tried that too. Using his elbows and his knees, Varian began to slosh his way through the shallow water of the plain, with trails of ripples streaming from him as he went. After plodding along this way for a while, Varian looked behind him to find the stag still following him again like in that ball of light from before – not getting any closer, but just keeping pace with him from behind, as if waiting to be invited to get closer.

It was unnerving. And Varian hated it.

“Arrgh, would you just go away already!?” Varian yelled at it. “I don’t-I don’t need your help, you got that! I don’t-don’t need your…your…he-help...I…Oh, come on-!”

Varian chastised himself as tears of frustration now began to collect at the corners of his eyes and pour down his cheeks before he could do anything to stop them. Why did he have to cry so much? “How embarrassing,” Varian thought, as he managed to curl his knees beneath him so he was in a kneeling position, and hid his face in his aching hands as he wept for a while, and he wished he had Ruddiger with him right now to comfort him.

As he knelt there, Varian could just hear the sound of hoofbeats coming towards him from behind through the water, and Varian only responded with gripping his hands with his knees, holding his upper body up as he stared down defeatedly at the tear-stained reflection that looked back up at him from below. Soon enough, the stag’s reflection joined his as he glared down into the water, with its face again unreadable to him. And Varian hated it. With a defiant expression, Varian looked up at it where it stood in front of him, feeling like it was taunting him again with its silence and the sturdiness by which it could move freely around this mysterious space they were in.

…And Varian hated it.

For another moment, the two of them stared at each other again, with Varian feeling utterly miserable about the whole situation. But soon enough, the tension between them was shattered as the stag brought its head down to nuzzle his nose into Varian’s tear-stained cheek, and then also began giving him a series of snuffly animal kisses with its tongue.

“Wait, what the- gah! Ew! Wh-what’re you doing!? Stop that!” Varian exclaimed, completely thrown by this unexpected action, and also feeling the beginnings of a small grin tug at his lips despite himself as he wiped at his cheek where the stag had touched him. Varian’s eyebrows pinched together a little as their eyes met again, and finally, Varian let out a heavy sigh.

“Look,” he found himself saying to the stag, “I…I don’t know what’s going on here, and I don’t even know if you’re able to understand me. Heck, this…this could all just be in my head for all I know. You might not even be real. But…” Varian swallowed, massaging his sore hands as he cast down his eyes. “I…I do think I might need your help. I-I don’t know where I am, I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know what you’re doing here, but, um, c-can you help me? Um, please?”

Gently, Varian could feel the stag lower his head down towards him again. After a quick swipe over his eyes and nose with the back of his wrist, Varian gave the stag a small nod of grateful acknowledgement, and proceeded to pull himself back up with the stag’s assistance, and then swing himself up onto its back. As he sat there, Varian got a sense of déjà vu all over again, and looked ahead as the stag turned and set its course to what he figured must be the eastward direction (going by the positions of all the stars and enormous planets above them anyway). As the stag began its steady stride towards the east, Varian’s eyes scanned the horizon around him to look for any sorts of landmarks in this mysterious place, but there was nothing else to be seen in any direction aside from the vast liquid land that the had begun to traverse, and the large dome of the firmament overhead. It was extremely bewildering.

Some minutes later, Varian’s eyelids began to grow heavy again with the gentle sway of of the steps of the beast that carried him, and soon enough, Varian settled himself down so that he rested comfortably and securely enough to have another rest as they continued their sojourn through this celestial place.

Varian also could’ve sworn that just on the edge of his hearing, he began to hear the soft singing of a starlit lullaby as he let his consciousness relax as he let his guide carry him to its destination.

“Blast it all!” he thought to himself in anger. “Of course the stag would be one of those!”

The shade ground its insubstantial teeth together as it considered the breech that had occurred in the crust he had formed carefully around the boy’s mind. This was not according to plan at all! Fortunately, the boy couldn’t be brought back to full consciousness just yet, so he still had some time to act before it was too late. However, having such a powerful familiar come into play certainly made things tricky. And even now it was already beginning to coax out trust and remorse from the boy, which was the exact opposite of what he wanted to have happen.

The shade growled as he saw the creature sleeping not ten yards away underneath the branches of an elderberry bush. Yes, it would definitely be a formidable opponent. Given the state of things, there was no way he dared attempt to act while it was still on the scene. Perhaps it would be best to wait until after it lead the boy back to the waking world, and then try again after that when it was no longer acting in this mode of guidance and protection. But no, time was of the essence, and if he didn’t gain a better foothold in the boy soon, he would fade back into the shadow realm from wence he had come.

But what was he to do?

“Ah, wait,” the shade thought to itself with a wave of evil delight as it caught site of a gadfly zipping by the window. “I think that will do just fine!”

“Mmph? What the- Aaah!”

Varian cried out as he was snapped out of his relaxed state as the stag carrying him suddenly stumbled in its strides forward. With his balance shifted, Varian found himself falling off of its back, and hitting the ground so hard apparently that it began to crack beneath him, and before he could scramle away in time, the cracks gave way to that black and empty space below as they tumbled away in sharp chunks. In a panic, Varian reached out again to grab a hold of the stag, and clug on for dear life as he felt his left hand catch onto something. With a wave or relief Varian felt himself begin to be pulled back upwards…but this relief was shattered like the surface below him as he heard some familiar grunts of exertion come with it, and finally the words:

“Varian! Hang on!”

Looking above him, Varian saw that what he had caught when he fell was not the antlers of the stag…but it was Rapunzel’s hand!

…YOU!

Surprisingly enough, Varian didn’t have a whole lot of questions go through his mind in that moment. In that moment, the only things that seemed to matter were that Rapunzel was standing there before his eyes, and she was the one hanging onto him and helping him up like that other time.

That other time…both before and after so much had happened…

“…Hang on!...”

But in that moment, Varian didn’t want to hang on. Not to her. Reality had crashed back into his dream world with vivid sharpness…and Varian was done chasing the dream.

With a glare of anger (not so unlike the one he had given her later on that very same day), he let go…and the darkness took him immediately.

With a snort of anger as he awoke, Pontus snapped at the gadfly that had bitten him in the side, and silently cursed it for its interference with his rescue attempt. Yet the anger directed at it disapated a bit, as the idea became more and more evident in his mind that it was likely no accident that the little pest chose that moment to attack him. The very presence of that dark barrier in the boy’s mind had made things clear enough to him. Some sort of dark magic was indeed at work, and they needed to act fast lest the boy become lost to it.

Getting up quick in the dim light of dawn, Pontus again let out a sweet but loud cry outside of Sabine’s window to wake her, and to try to alert her to the danger at hand. It was also at this moment that he saw he had woken up another resident of that sleeping cottage.

“Wh-what’s going on?” the sleepy little raccoon companion cooed as he peered out the window by Varian’s bedside, and wincing a little as the wound on his side began to ache him again. “Oh, it’s you my lord!” the raccoon greeted the king of the wood respectfully with a court nod of the head as he saw him. “Is something the matter?”

The hart stared at the raccoon for a moment…and then began to get an idea.

“Brave little one,” he greeted the raccoon in haste with a quick touch to its forehead with his nose. “Are you truly willing to protect your master at all costs?”

The raccoon blinked up at him in puzzlement, clearly oblivious to the current danger they were in, but also sensing the sincerity of the king’s question.

“Um, y-yes,” he answered, not as brave sounding as he perhaps would’ve liked, but also unmistakably honest. “I am.”

At that moment, Sabine began unlatching her window, and Pontus needed to work quickly.

“Do not be afraid little one,” he chuffed in haste to the little raccoon. “We must make plans, for there is great danger at hand. But right now, I want you to keep close to your master at all times. He’s going to need you now more than ever. I’ll explain more later.”

Before Ruddiger could inquire anything further, Pontus had already dashed to the other window and began explaining in haste to Sabine as best as he could about whatever had alarmed him so, and as Ruddiger didn’t understand anything of the communication system those two had between themselves, Ruddiger opted for just following his present orders as best as he could. He wasn’t sure what was going on, and he was frightened now by the idea that there was something deeply wrong that threatened Varian (yet again), but what else could he do about it right now? With a soft chittering in Varian’s ear, Ruddiger settled himself down at his mater’s shoulder, nuzzling into him, and hoping that perhaps Varian could feel him closeby in his dreams.

“I’m here Varian,” he said to him. “Just hang on. You’ll be all right. Help is coming! Just hang on!”

…Hang on…

Some interesting factoids for ya for some of the elements used in this chapter! :D

The name "Pontus" means "the sea", and provided some of the inspiration for the mysterious setting of Varian's vision, and was also meant to convey Pontus's potential connection to the moon as the moon has a connection to the sea via the tides.

In this chapter, Pontus is said to be sleeping under an elderberry bush as he attempted to follow Varian into his dream state and guide him through it. As it turns out, I came across some sources that talked about how elderberries were associated with vivid dreaming, the ability to see spirits, to ward off evil magic, and other kinds of blessings and protection. It was a rather happy accident on my part that the kind of foliage I picked for Pontus to be taking shelter under in the previous chapter happened to fit with so many of the themes in this one! :D

Unfortunately, the elderberries didn't protect Pontus this time from the bite of a gadfly which, in Greek mythology, was known for being the means by which Zeus caused Pegasus to throw the hero Bellerophon off his back in mid-flight. Needless to say, that story did not end well.

The character of Pontus is also meant to be reminiscent of Harry Potter's patronus, and the white stag itself is sometimes associated with spiritual quests, both of which seemed fitting for this character and his role.

#tts #rta #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #fan fiction #gauze in the wound #varian #ruddiger #rudiger #zhan tiri #cassandra #cass #rapunzel #princess rapunzel

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Amaranth, rose, copper, peach, vermillion, flax, canary, reed yellow, tea green, malachite, mantis, sky blue, periwinkle, eton blue, indigo, lavender, thistle, royal purple, ecru, and pink nectar! (Very many questions, I know) ~S

Lol that is a lot but it’s sure to keep my busy and that is just what I intended! I may have to put my answers under a read more lol, just cuz it’ll be so long and I don’t wanna clog dashes

Amaranth - What’s your favourite emotion?

So, I actually only JUST opened up about this for the first time to ANYONE a few days ago, but I am a hand-flapper. There’s this specific emotion, a mix of giddiness and excitement and happiness that’s just so so overwhelming that the only way to experience it is to flap my hands around excitedly. I don’y even conciously choose to do it, my body just does that because that excitement has to go somewhere. And while I’m still coming to terms with the hand-flapping aspect (and my friends that I recently opened up to about it helped a lot), that mixture of emotions is just such a high and such a wonderful thing to experience I love feeling that lol

Rose - Where do you feel most comfortable?

Either my bedroom just chilling out in the dark by myself, or surrounded by the friends I consider family (usually in a specific friend’s house with all of us just chilling and goofing around in her living room and just existing in harmony while also shouting things at whatever we’re watching on Netflix lol)

Copper - What is your favourite kind of day?

Like, weather wise, or just what I’m doing that day lol? Weather wise, probably springtime, because when it’s just starting to heat back up from winter and it’s only like 70-80 degrees and the roses in the rose garden at the park are in bloom and it’s not so hot or too cold that photography is hard to enjoy. As for favorite day based on what I’m doing? Like above, just hanging out with my friends and being with them, chilling out. Lazy days

Peach - Favourite texture/s?

Super soft blankets, my dogs’ fur, freshly shaved legs/arms, comfortably worn t-shirts

Vermillion - How brave are you?

I was about to say ‘not very’ but then I remembered that bravery/courage is not the absense of fear, but doing the thing in spite of the fear. I am now having to come to terms with the fact that I am braver than I thought? Lol

Flax - Do you like going to the beach?

ABSOLUTELY yes! I so rarely get to see the beach, living in Arizona and all, so on the rare trip we take to California, I demand at least one morning/day/afternoon dedicated to the beach alone. Wading out into the tide (even though I’m too scared to go past my hips lol), being pushed around by the waves, the feeling of the wet sand in between your toes, finding seashells, whipping my obnoxious little brother with seaweed and kelp. I love it.

Canary - Favourite song?

I have a lot of trouble choosing favorites lol, I don’t think I necessarily have a favorite song? I’ve been listening to a lot of Gabbie Hanna and Simple Plan, though, lately (I just discovered Simple Plan and I like the music I’ve heard so far a lot lol)

Reed Yellow - Do you play an instrument?

Kind of? The last instrument I was learning was guitar, and it’s probably the only one I would remember if I picked up all the instruments I once played in life lol. I haven’t touched my own guitar in a year or two, though, I really want to start back up again. I had a really bad experience with a teacher and had to take a break from it, so this reminded me to go back to it soon lol

Tea green - How do you relax?

Lay in bed and either read fluff fanfic or watch a youtuber that I find comfort in, like Thomas or Gabbie Hanna or gaming youtubers that I’ve been watching for years and years like Jack and Mark.

Malachite - Do you speak more than one language?

I’ve made efforts to, but I’m definitely not fluent in anything. Everytime I go back to DuoLingo, I accidentally quit again within a few months lol. I’ve tried Spanish (that’s the one I’m trying hardest on), Klingon (from Star Trek), and Japanese, and I wasn’t doing poorly, but I can never keep it up regularly enough.

Mantis - Favourite animal?

Horses! With dogs and frogs as a close second, and then cats as a close third to that.

Sky Blue - Would you ever want to fly?

That’s a mixed answer. Yes, because imagine how amazing that would be? How fast you would get places? All the amazing photography you could pull off? But also, it’s dangrous and I’m nervous and scared of heights lol

Periwinkle - Would you want to breathe underwater?

Oh man, I have ALWAYS wanted to be a mermaid, lol, I would love to be able to breathe underwater. The problem is, I’m terrified of water when it’s not in a pool. Like, I have this fear of deep water that’s definitely not manmade and has strange creatures in it and I can’t see the bottom and if I sank to the bottom I couldn’t get back up fast enough to not drown lol.

Eton Blue - Become invisible?

Oh man yeah, I could get away with so much lol. Not like, illegal stuff. More just playing HARMLESS pranks and also sneaking around my family lol.

Indigo - Become immortal?

Absolutely not. Watch my loved ones die around me? Become disillusioned to humanity and life and death and love and kindness? Walking around the world with no reason to care anymore?

Lavender - What is your favourite time of day?

Early morning or late night, which sucks cuz you can’t have both unless you want to be severely exhausted lol

Thistle - If you could become wise, rich, or intelligent, which would you rather?

Wise, no question or doubt about it. Definitely wise.

Royal Purple - What’s your favourite emotion?

Isn’t this the same as Amaranth?

Ecru - How do you feel about the world today?

Pretty crappy, lol. Things are definitely not in a good state and I’m not digging it, not at all, lol. I try not to think about it so I don’t crack entirely, lol

Pink Nectar - What’s your aesthetic?

I... don’t know if I have an aesthetic? What do YOU think my aesthetic is? Lol

#ask #anon #S anon #ask game answers

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unclestoveysfarm · 4 years

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Yellow squash, zucchini, cucumbers,and beefsteak tomatoes have join the family today. Started the squashes over, soaked the bstomatoes 24 hrs before planting.

My other planter hasn't come in yet so here I go with, Yes another gardening Hack!

Here is my full plastic seed egg nursery hack.

1: 4 medium and 4 large Wawa cups🥤🥤🥤🥤🥤🥤🥤🥤 I prefer these because they are see through.

2: I took an event service plastic tub for salads or pastas. Boiled water and found a loose plastic drawer.

3: In the Large Wawa cups, I made drainage holes at the bottom, And put them each in a medium Wawa Cup this gives water space for drainage the same size cups, They will match space and there won't be any room for drainage.

4: I placed my seed eggs in the tub at each corner. This also serves as a stand for the plastic drawer turned top, filled the tub with the steaming water.

5: Topped the the cups with the plastic drawer. The cups are now holding the top and looks like a lil house, but we're not done yet.

6: Take any loose plastic bags you have usually shopping bags or trashbags you can spare. Stuff the gap all the way around, underbeath the top, and between the tub. This will keep the steam and heat inside your seed egg nersery.

This will bring your soil to a warm temperature for your seeds to sprout.

Usually seeds don't need light to germinate. Just continuous even moisture and enough heat . With the boiling water through the 2 plastic cups will bring your soil to outside like temperatures. Look up your specific vegetable to see to see. Some can sprout a lil faster with light involved. All of mine right now work ,so this is ideal for me.

Check often for the heat loss. You don't want any of your plants in standing water for too long. This could start the opposite effect and the cold water will take back the heat obsorbed by the soil. Remember cold is the absense of heat. The heat will move back and your soil will go cold.The only I have I've learned doesn't mind that so far is my wild mint.

Change your hot water out ASAP after it's cold. If you can't do the hot water routine right away, It is better to remove the cups from the cold water and redo the hot water routine when you get back that day.

Hope my gardening hack will help you in your indoor gardening adventure.

#hobbiesareimportant #gardening hacks #planting seeds #indoorgardening #tomatoes #zucchini #yellowsquash #cucumbers

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tessaservopoulos · 7 years

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can I ask for more demon!verse for philinda? love the story!!

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“Will you tell me about your scars?”

It takes him weeks to pluck up the courage to ask- weeks of random late nights in bed that often end in Melinda slipping away before he can truly fall asleep, leaving him cold and aching in the absense of her heat. She keeps her glamour up most of the time, but occasionally- often just before she tips over the edge- it comes crashing down, revealing the matrix of scars covering her skin.

She stills in his arms, fingers touching his own scar, before she shakes her head.

“I can’t,” she answers, pushing herself up and slipping off the bed. Phil sits up, lips curving downwards.

“Why not? I’ve told you about mine,” he counters, and Melinda shakes her head again, slipping wrapping the sheets tighter around herself.

Phil curls his hands into fists, heat simmering under his skin, and finally it’s too much.

“Why are you even doing this?” he asks- she turns to look at him, confused, and he pushes forward. He gestures between them awkwardly. “This. Sleeping with me. It’s clear you feel nothing, so why bother?”

Her lips part to answer, but he cuts her off.

“I guess you really are soulless, aren’t you?” he finishes with a curt, cold head tilt, and something in Melinda deflates, like a pin had been taken out of her. Red eyes flash sad flames as she clutches the sheet to herself tighter.

“I guess you’re right,” she answers softly, looking infinitely smaller than he’s ever seen her.

Watching her walk out of the room is nowhere near as satisifying as he’d thought it would be- instead it leaves a hollow, heavy feeling in the center of his chest.

#anonymous #asks #philinda #philinda fanfiction #aos fic #demon au #otp: so i lost my right hand too

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Grass, forest, bug, saltwater, tide, bubble, balloon, space, smoke, mist

Grass: Do you prefer to be outside or inside?“When dere’s light, outside, feelin’ da kiss of sun on ya skin, baskin’ in da heat and da happiness, feelin’ da earth alive unner ya feet. Sky above ya endlessly blue. I also like for sit outside coffee shops an’ watch people come an’ go, imagining what lives dey lead. But once da sun sets, raddah be inside. Safe behind doors an’ walls, an’ where I can keep lights burnin’ alla time.”

Forest: Where are you most calm?

“Wrapped in his arms.”

Bug: What’s your most irrational fear?

“It’s no exactly irrational, is it, when it comes true every time. But...bein’ lef’ behind. Not bein’ wanted. Not bein’ good enough. And it’s like I know, no maddah what dey say, no maddah what promises dey make, it’s bound for happen sooner or later. An’ all I can do is hope dat it no hurts dis time. It always does.And den dere’s da dark. Been afraid of it my whole life. Not jus’ absense of light, but da depth of it. What lives inside it. Da way shadows move almos’ unseen, unheard. How ya fight dat? How ya escape it?”Saltwater: Cold showers or hot showers?Hot. More hot, more beddah. Lettin’ it sluice down my shoulders. Not just for be clean, but it eases tension, an’ sometimes, da humidity...reminds me of home.Tide: Can you swim/do you like to swim? “I’m Hawaiian, tita. ‘Course I can swim. Born for it, really. No can remembah a time when I wasn’t able to, learned it almos’ from da time I start for walk. Was surfin’ by da time I was five, with help of course, but it’s somethin’ I love all my life. Dunno what I would do, if made stop.”Bubble: Do you live near the water?

“Everywhere I’ve live, dere’s been water. Everywhere I’m drawn, dere’s islands. Dunno if it’s subconscious, or if dere’s a reason for it. No hassa be oceans, can be lakes or rivers. I need it, for live, I think, it’s my mother, my blood. Live in N’York righ’ now, and ya can see da bridge from my window. So, yes?”Balloon: What’s your favourite carnival ride?“I....I dunno. Before I was seventeen, I wasn’t actually tall enough for mos’ of da rides. After...dere was never really any time for stuff li’dat. So mebbe da merry-go-round? Mebbe ferriswheel? No can say.”Space: Have you ever seen an eclipse?“Oh yeah. I remembah lookin’ t’rough one dem lil boxy kine, with da mirror in dem, for a solar eclipse. I can still feel da way da sky darken almos’ like night fall, only no really. An’ I’ve seen a few lunar ones, but I no wanna. My brother always like da skies an’ use ta make me go with him to stare at dem with his telescope.”

Smoke: Who’s your favourite artist?“Ho, dat one’s easy; my favourite t’ree artist are Raphael da Urbino, Vincent Van Gogh, an’ Noe Tanigawa.”Mist: Do you like fairytales?“Yes, of course. Who doesn’t? Fairytales, an’ stories in general, tell us who we are, where we come from, da kine most important for us. Dey explain da world an’ oddah kine, where science fails. Dey tell us how be heroes, how for find our way t’rough da ugliness of life. And how for no give up on love, no maddah how bad it seems. My favourite always be ‘La Belle et la Bête’ by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve.”

#Mahalo!Sweetling <3<3 #She's talking to Angels {Bethisms}#Making Wishes on Passing Cars|Answered Asks #multi-mused

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arthurjohndove-blog · 7 years

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The truth about the media bias

It's impossible to get away from claims of "bias" when faced with opinions that don’t quite match our own. We take a lot of comfort in our truths and nobody finds having those truths challenged comforting. Has the idea of bias simply become a defense strategy?

Truth falls into two flavours; objective truth and subjective truth. It's important to make a distinction between the two. An objective truth is the matter of fact. If I take a shower then the objective truth is that I’ve taken a shower. It’s objective because it has no moral compass, no conscience, no opinion or point of view, it just happens.

Objective truth is pretty slippery to define, but, it isn’t how we communicate. We tell stories to describe our experiences by opening up the door to subjectivity. “I take a shower” becomes “I take a cold shower” all of a sudden objectivity pours down the drain. What is cold? Scientifically speaking it’s the measurement of the absense of heat. I rarely take the thermometer into the shower with me, but even armed with an accurate reading the idea of “cold” is still relevant to it’s context, who took the shower, were they hot or cold before they got in? The objectivity of temperature has the potential to be either hot or cold, its our experiences that determine it.

There’s an inevitable path we tread here, a force that coerces us to describe these experiences. It feels inevitable that “I take a cold shower” evolves into a more detailed “I take a cold shower and it made me feel...”. It’s clear we’re compelled somehow to comment on our experiences but, why? The idea that “we just do” feels as abrasive to me as a cold shower might to you.

Empathy plays a large part in what creates social bonds, we relate to one another’s experiences. This has been quite useful in human survival where we could learn from each other’s errors and successes as well as our own. It speeds things up a little doesn’t it. How relatable or how connected we feel to the experience correlates to how much information is exchanged; if I improve the story I tell, I improve how much you learn from it.

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Subjectively viewing the world introduces a few issues of its own, but what would the world look like without it? Fitting the full breadth of reality into our skull shares the same relationship that a foot does to an ill-fitting shoe and we don’t survive particularly well if we’re wearing the wrong shoes. We can’t handle the truth! The subjective reality is the slither of “real” that best fits. We see what we need to survive, it’s the best truth we’ve got, and it’s truth enough.

There’s a certain irony to truth. If there’s an observable picture of it then we’re inevitably colouring it in with our own points of view. Our prejudices and beliefs often tend to have us pick out the wrong colours; where our emotions might have us colouring outside the lines. It gets worse too; the more we colour, the less objective the picture we’re colouring is. The less true it is.

Any single event that will happen, has ever happened, or is happening right now if commented on or reported on by people can only be communicated subjectively. When we suggest there is bias in the media, we're right, just not in the way we think. What we really mean to say is “there’s a bias in the media that we consume” and perhaps we’re right, but isn’t this more likely to be a confirmative bias, rather than an explicit one? It’s a comment of personal disappointment, easily remedied. Change the channel, put down the newspaper. Think for yourself.

The information we digest, and who feeds it to us, is changing. If you’re noticing media bias, maybe you’re not looking hard enough.

Arthur

Sources

Labour and the media bias https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2017/may/20/general-election-labour-media-corbyn

The attack on Corbyn http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/jeremy-corbyn-theresa-may-reporting-bias-general-election-2017-labour-conservative-a7745401.html

What is cold? https://www.usatoday.com/story/life/2015/01/21/cold-absence-heat/22116781/

Social learning https://thehumanevolutionblog.com/2017/02/07/social-learning-in-animals-implications-for-the-evolution-of-human-intelligence/

Are we in a hologram? https://www.quantamagazine.org/the-evolutionary-argument-against-reality-20160421

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🎵

1) I Wanted So Badly To Be Brave by The Wonder Years

You werent born my brother, but you’re gonna die that way.

2) All Is Well (It’s Only Blood) by Radical Face

Its only blood, I have plenty left. Its only blood, I just need to rest.

3) Take Me Somewhere Nice by Mogwai

A false memory would be everything

4) In Her Tomb By The Surrounding Sea by Alesana

Do you realize it’s over? Theres no chance of leaving here alive.

5) Nashua by The Antlers

You need to cut me out, because I’ll only let you down, and you deserve attention. I can’t give you that.

6) Heaven’s Gate by The Wonder Years

I’ve been thinking a lot about when the furnace goes, its the absense of heat that hurts more than the cold.

7) Despite What You’ve Been Told by Two Gallants

You know you could be anyone, god forgive your unborn sons. I hope they don’t end up like me.

8) ANXIETY PANARAMA by La Dispute

I felt your pain, I felt my hand shake hard, I felt ashamed and afraid that I felt anything at all.

9) The Bastards, The Vultures, The Wolves by The Wonder Years

We built this out of sweat and spit, with our hearts in place of bricks, but I’ll burn it to the ground before you get your hands on it.

10) The River, The Woods by Astronautalis

Scars are storybooks, blood will wash away your sins.

#three whole wonder years songs.... my ipod is.. saturated #Anonymous

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haven-for-my-mind · 7 years

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Graceless

Tate’s Adam apple kept jumping to the pounding of his heart, seeming to try and jump out of Tate’s throat. Nervous beads of sweat made their way into his dark brown eyes while streaked down his face and neck. Clammy hands desperately trying to untie the ropes that bound them behind his back, rubbing his wrists raw. Feet aching yet not getting a break from walking towards the unknown. All Tate could see was the outlines of trees, tripping over the roots that jutted out of the ground. He tried to remember the path but got confused when everything looked too similar. Tate could feel the body heat of whoever had tied him up and could feel how strong their hands were when they righted him after stumbling. Tate tries to decipher where they were headed but was unsuccessful due to the trees hiding the moon’s light. “Stop right here.” A deep voice came from behind Tate as the person walked in front of Tate. Tate couldn’t make out any features of the person walking in front of him but could tell it was a man. The man’s silhouette showed that he had muscles and could easily knock Tate out and even kill him if Tate decided to make a break for safety. Tate’s mind was too flooded with anxious thoughts of what the man could want from him to even think about plans to get to safety. The man continued to search the ground for something, constantly glancing back towards Tate to make sure he wasn’t trying to escape, until he pulled out what seemed to be like more rope. “Lay down on your back.” The man said, motioning towards the ground. Tate slowly laid down on the cold ground, mind racing with possible ways that he could die. He could hear the crunch of leaves and dead grass as his captor approached his legs. The man shoved Tate’s legs together and began tying his ankles together too tightly. Strong hands lifted Tate up and put him over his shoulder and started walking again. A snap was heard before Tate’s captor came to a halt and gripped Tate’s body harder. “Well, there goes the element of surprise.” A voice said, before a sigh of exasperation was heard. “If you know what’s good for you, you will just walk away and forget what you have seen.” The man said, voice full of menace that made Tate’s hairs stand up. “Unlucky for you but lucky for your little hostage, I never know what’s good for me.” The unknown voice said, chuckling nervously. “Well, you asked for it.” Tate’s captor said, before dropping Tate on the ground face first. Tate tried rolling over so he could see what was happening and see if it was someone saving him to no avail. All Tate could do was listen and hope for the best. Leaves and dead grass crunched as Tate’s captor walked towards the newcomer. The newcomer didn’t move, back or forwards, from the absense of any more rustling and crunching. A chuckle came from the newcomer after what may have been the man attempting to punch them. Tate tried to picture who the newcomer could be but was left with his mind flooding with images. “Stop avoiding me and fight like a real man.” Tate’s captor said, annoyance evident in his voice. So the newcomer was a male, that narrowed Tate’s image of the newcomer a miniscule amount. “But it’s fun watching you struggle.” The newcomer said, chuckling. A grunt was heard before the sound of feet pounding the ground and a loud clash. Tate instantly thought the man had taken down the newcomer and gulped. The sound of laughter proved Tate’s initial thought wrong. “I guess I’ll stop messing around.” The newcomer said, sighing. Crunching was heard as the newcomer, obviously lighter on his feet than Tate’s captor, approached the bigger man. The sound of ropes being tied was heard from where Tate lay. Sounds of crunching was heard again as the newcomer walked up to Tate. A hand began untying the ropes that bound Tate’s hands behind his back. Once his hands were free, Tate quickly rolled over to look at the newcomer. His breath got stuck in his throat once he saw who had saved him. The man standing in front of Tate was tall and slender, no sign of muscles. Tate could barely tell that the newcomers hair was blonde but could easily tell that it was messy from hands constantly running through it. Sky blue eyes stared down at Tate’s brown ones. “Y-you just going to stare at me?” The newcomer said, looking away from Tate. “What do you expect? You just saved me and no offense but you don’t look like you could take down that other man.” Tate said, not able to help himself from looking the newcomer up and down. “Oh, uh, y-y-you’d be surprised by what I can do.” The newcomer said, shuffling nervously. A chuckle escaped Tate’s lips as he went to untie the ropes that wrapped his legs together. Once the newcomer realized was Tate was doing, he quickly bent down to try and untie Tate before Tate could. This ended with both of them awkwardly fumbling with the ropes before Tate let the newcomer untie him. “Wanted to hold my hand that badly?” Tate chuckled, eyes fixed on the newcomer. The hands that were untying Tate stopped for a second before rushing to finish the job. Tate could tell the newcomer was flushed by how his hands were fumbling with the ropes and let a smirk slip onto his face. He was amazed by how this man could take down Tate’s captor yet still get flustered when a guy flirted with him. Tate hoped he hasn’t overstepped a line but couldn’t help himself from flirting when he saw an attractive guy. “You going to stay mysterious and not tell me your name?” Tate asked, once the ropes were off his ankles. “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jax.” Jax said, going to shake Tate’s hand before pulling his hand back towards his body. “Hey, Jax. I’m Tate.” Tate said, grabbing Jax’s hand and shaking it. Jax kept holding onto Tate’s hand a little longer than the handshake lasted, letting Tate know that he had not overstepped a line. After Jax let go of Tate’s hand, he quickly brushed some leaves out of Tate’s dark brown hair. Jax seemed to have surprised himself by flirting back so openly because his eyebrows scrunched together. “Let me save you next time.” Tate asked, nudging Jax’s arm with his leg. A nervous chuckle escaped Jax’s lips before they landed on Tate’s for a quick kiss. The kiss wasn’t nearly long enough for Tate but when he went to grab Jax, Jax quickly got up and started walking away. “Hopefully no one will need saving next time. See ya later, Tate.” Jax said, looking back over his shoulder and waving at Tate. Tate just sat there, staring after Jax, before sighing and starting his way back. A smile made it’s way onto his face as Tate realized that he would never forget the awkward blonde that saved him.

#story #short story #writing #superhero #socially awkward superhero #written by jas #Jax #he's my lil bean tbh

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