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moonah-rose · 3 years

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Little Blue Eyes

A brief follow-up to this. Eleanor visits Michael during his reforming.

She had to hand it to Jason. If anyone had told her that it was possible to break a Janet out of Hell and get her away from an army of demons using just a Molotov, a single demon exploder gun, and a bag of weed, she’d have been very sceptical. But somehow he managed to bring their not-a-girl home, riding back in that hand-cart, grinning away as if he’d gone to a Jaguars game with her.

That was one problem dealt with. Now only a billion others to sort out.

As overjoyed as she’d been to see Janet back, safe and sound, she hadn’t been looking forward to reliving the most awful night of the year by explaining to her why their tall, dandy dressed demon wasn’t at her side, or hadn’t gone to save her.

It was easier to hand her the note that Michael had wrote (or possibly snapped into being after she slammed the door as she was sure even he couldn’t write that fast) before he’d pulled the trigger on himself.

I’m sorry.

I don’t want you to be worrying about how I might betray you or let you down again. If I’m locked up, you’re just going to worry that I’ve escaped. Just leave me in a tank on the other side of the map, or in Janet’s void if you bring her back, or just leave me in the Bad Place. If anything I just wanna ask that you make sure I’m all in there as I’d rather not come back shorter. Also if you can make sure no dogs are around to lap me up, I’d appreciate it.

I only ever wanted to save you all. I’m sorry I did nothing but screw up. I understand if you don’t want me back in the group after I’m back to normal. Please just get Janet back safe, even if it does mean going to the Judge. And give my best to Chidi when he wakes up.

I wasn’t lying about one thing; I really do love you all so much. I’m sorry it could never be enough.

Michael.

Reading the goo-stained letter with shaking hands, she’d struggled not to burst into tears of anger or throw up. Standing in the middle of the empty room, her friend dripping all around her, she’d wanted to scream at him for this being his best attempt to make things up to her - to forking leave her! To take the cowards way out.

Being angry was so much easier than accepting the guilt of what she had said to him before that moment. Of questioning if she had gone too far...if she’d just taken a moment to listen to him...Usually the dude had trouble shutting the fork up but that night, all he’d done is stand there and take everything she threw at him...until there was nothing left standing. Literally.

If she’d had any idea he would do something so reckless and stupid then of course she would never have said...

But you did know. You knew exactly what he was prepared to do to help you, if it’s what you said you needed. What you wanted.

She never wanted this, she admits to herself, barely a couple months later.

Running this experiment basically single-handed was...not overly difficult. In fact, she was pretty confident in saying they were doing okay, considering the circumstances.

But it still sucked. She was alone. Again.

Obviously there was no way she was going to have Michael’s goo abandoned in some random, isolated location. She was mad at the guy but she wasn’t a monster...so she told herself. At the same time, she couldn’t give up the role he’d thrusted upon her by suddenly taking up the role of nurse-maid, as hot as she might have looked in the uniform. He’d chosen to do this so she could work without distractions. Without a liability.

“He sacrificed himself to save me. We’re on our own now. Let’s make it count.”

Just get the fork on with things, same as before. No point in looking back.

Tahani is the one who volunteers. She’s able to separate herself from the other humans without causing too much suspicion, claiming the need for a private getaway up in the hills, deep in the valley, a hidden fancy lodge by a stream, surrounded by peaceful deer and mountains. Definitely not Eleanor’s scene, anything involving the wilderness or even resembling camping.

By the time Eleanor sees her off on a private car Derek conjured up, Michael’s goo already reached its first form. The blind, helpless demon larva showed no signs of awareness of his surroundings, curling up as small as possible, malleable as Tahani swaddled him in her fluffiest blanket. Eleanor was almost impressed at how quickly the sexy giraffe had overcome being grossed out at the slimy, squidgy creature, able to look almost maternal as she carried him into the car. And she made sure to say as much.

Tahani’s heavy hearted response would stick with Eleanor for the next few weeks; “I didn’t reassure him when he asked us if we could ever be friends with a gross monster. Best I can do is show him how much we truly care.”

Ouch. Way to kick her in the girl-nads.

“You sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ve helped out in multiple animal sanctuaries and used to fly out to work with deprived children with my dear friend Angelina...But this is definitely new territory for me.” She’d said as she looked over the larva demon, making the tiniest cooing noise in his sleep (or what they assumed was sleep). “I’ll try my best.”

That was all any of them could do. She’d contemplated attempting to speak to the larva Michael in her arms. What could she possibly say? Could he even understand her?

She was still angry. And yet it was difficult to connect the anger towards the one who abandoned her to the pathetic looking being in the blanket. Best to save all those harsh words on the tip of her tongue for when he was back to being tall and slappable.

Is he really the one you want to slap?

The question comes back to haunt her more frequently each night that follows, whenever she thinks back on that night, or wonders how the two of them are doing. She and Tahani send letters often via the birds who are happy to act as messengers. They just have to be careful none of the humans intercept them. She lets her gorgeous friend know how the experiment is going and Tahani offers her tips on how to improve John, in particular. Every time she goes to write ‘how is Michael?’ she erases it, chest tightening. Tahani tells her anything important.

The slug monster form that follows the larva is a lot more challenging, she reports. He’s now the size of a Tibetan huskie and just as hungry.

I just let him roam the fields and eat what he can find. Sometimes I have to pull him in on a leash if he doesn’t tire himself out, otherwise I worry he’ll slither off in the night. I try to talk to him but he just grunts or roars at me until I tell him off. I was a little worried he might try to eat me but I found playing music - 80′s classics, mostly - calms him down and makes him rather docile. I don’t think he knows quite who I am or remembers anything. Perhaps it’s like when Janet is rebooted? He may need time to restore his memories, as she did.

Oh, darn, I must finish - he’s in the rose bush again!

Sometimes the image of her prim socialite friend trying to restrain a two-hundred-pound slug monster is so hilarious she can’t help but laugh. Other times she feels more guilt tugging at her soul to go lend a hand.

Is Michael really little more than an animal, in his head, right now? She’s hardly proved herself the best at pet care, though it sounded like Michael overeating was the least of their worries. It pained her to imagine what his head must be going through right now. Is he scared? Confused? Lost? Does he have any emotions other than the instinct to feed?

Does he still blame himself? Does he miss her as much as she...?

The more she sits in that chair in the office, the smaller she feels. It doesn’t belong to her; she’s merely filling it in while he’s gone. She has lunch in silence, remembering the jokes they used to share, the games of trying to aim food in the others mouth across the desk. She remembers him snapping a margarita for her when he knew she needed it most. She remembers his hand on her shoulder. She remembers him finding her at her lowest point, when everyone else had doubted her, turned their backs.

She remembers him, always there. And now she’s lost him.

Was wanting him gone over a stupid lie really worth all of this?

When Jason returns with Janet, on the same day she’s hesitating whether to jump on the nearest unicorn and head towards the mountains, she takes it as a sign. She has no excuse to stay away now - not with Janet back to watch over things, though she’ll probably be paying Michael a visit soon too.

She rides up on the train Janet conjures for her, saving her from trying to figure out how to ride a unicorn without breaking her neck. Something tells her she might have more luck at taming a slug monster than her British friend, not that she has any experience, just a few encounters with the grosser men in Arizona. Besides, it was Michael, at the end of the day. Their Michael.

The same Michael willing to sacrifice himself to help a bunch of cockroaches.

It’s such an idyllic landscape she arrives at. A total holiday card photo, without the snow. Nothing but grass and trees for miles before a backdrop of purple mountains. She looks around, seeing the evidence of devoured flower gardens and broken fences. At least the solid, oak cabin by the stream stood in tact, smoke billowing from the chimney.

Eleanor is so focused on keeping her eyes peeled for a rampaging slug monster that she almost fails to spot the little person sat on the front step of the veranda.

She frowns. That has to be the whitest child she’s ever laid eyes on. Granted most kids growing up in Phoenix were smothered in fake tan before they were three by their moms, but this is something else. The kid has long white hair, half-plaited, down to the shoulders of the cream dress she’s wearing. Her skin is so pale it’s nearly translucent. Fork, is she looking at an actual ghost?

Wait...She’s a ghost. That really shouldn’t freak her out.

There’s just something so eerie about the little girl, from her sickly appearance to how weirdly quiet she is for...However old she is. Six? Seven? Thirteen? Eleanor really knows nothing about kids, just that they’re usually much louder than this one, sat alone, playing with a set of shining...

Oh.

“Michael?”

The kid looks away from the chain of a paperclips they were linking, gazing up at Eleanor on the gravel path. As soon as she sees their eyes, she has her answer. Even without a pair of glasses, she’d recognise those sparkling blue eyes anywhere. It’s only then that she remembers the third form.

Spooky little girl.

Though far less spooky than she imagined. More...sad.

Despite her surprise, she tries to smile, not knowing how badly she needed to see those eyes look at her again after this past month.

“Hey, buddy. How’re you feeling?” She starts to approach.

The kid drops the paperclips and jumps up to their feet, beginning to tremble terribly, eyes wide as saucers.

Eleanor stops. Is he afraid? Of her?

“Michael? D’you remember me? It’s Eleanor, dude..”

“‘Hani!” The child cries turning and running inside the cabin. Fork, she knew was bad with kids, but shirt! Eleanor rushes in to follow, unable to hold back.

She enters the cosily furnished cabin to see the pale girl run up to the leg of the six foot beauty standing at the stove and cling to her skirt for dear life.

Tahani looks over from the pot of spaghetti, face fearful at first before lighting up when she spots her friend stood in the foyer.

“Eleanor! What a lovely surprise.” She beams, turning the stove off; “I’m so glad you decided to visit.”

“Wow...You’re kinda rocking the whole rustic single mom look here, babe.” Eleanor says, looking around the place, everything making her feel so warm and comforted from the open fireplace to the heavy air of recently baked bread.

Tahani looks down to her charge hanging onto her dress, reaching down to pick the little fingers off carefully.

“Well, it was rather nice to have a project to myself, and Derek was surprisingly helpful. Everything else I acquired myself, having learned to survive in the wild from a well known ‘Bear’ friend of mine.” She holds the kid’s hands and bends down to their eye level; “Michael, sweetheart, look who’s come to visit. Remember Eleanor?”

The demon child whimpers, throwing their arms around Tahani’s neck and hiding in her luscious dark hair.

Eleanor bites her lip; “He’s a lot more shy than the slug monster, I take it.”

“Oh, I don’t understand. They were fine with Jason this morning, they were playing video games for hours - he and Janet teleported over briefly to check in on us. So glad they got back safe.”

So Jason gets a teleport but she takes the train? The first time she’s not an immortal being’s favorite to spoil.

Eleanor shuffles her feet, trying not to feel wounded at how terrified her friend currently is of her, when apparently there was no issue with Jason. But then, Jason makes it difficult for anyone to dislike him. Eleanor makes it an open invitation.

The kid whispers something to Tahani that causes the woman to pick them up.

“Oh, darling, don’t be silly.” She responds, rubbing their back; “That was just a nightmare.”

“Nightmare?” Eleanor asks. Is she the stuff of nightmares?

Tahani eventually convinces the pale kid to go back outside to continue playing while she catches up with Eleanor.

Questions Tahani has about the experiment and the subjects get quickly brushed aside. Eleanor is unable to focus on anything but the image of Michael’s eyes looking at her with so much fear. When Tahani hands her a fresh cup of cofffee, she wants to stick her hand in it, just to scold herself for the sake of it.

“He’s having nightmares? I mean...she’s having...” Eleanor frowns.

“I find it easier to use ‘they/them’, which Michael seems to prefer as well, currently.” Tahani explains; “Most of the time, they’re a calm, affectionate child. Such a welcome change from the beast I was putting up with a fortnight ago, as much as they grew on me. It’s just at night, while their brain is still reforming and all these memories are flooding back...It can be rather distressing. Trust me, it’s heart-breaking just to see them crying and screaming...”

She can’t imagine that recalling centuries of brutally torturing innocents along with the knowledge of why that was wrong is easy for anyone, least of all in the form of a small girl, creepy or not.

“Honestly, the creepiest I’ve encountered so far is them levitating at the end of my bed - and that’s usually when they’re just looking for a cuddle.”

Eleanor smiles a little, Michael never was the best at being a truly ‘frightening’ demon.

“And I’m in these nightmares?”

Tahani sighs; “I suppose the memories of their last night are mixed up with everything else. They just...were worried you were here to say something mean or...you wanted them gone.”

Fork-sake.

“I never wanted this, Tahani. I never wanted him to...Shirt, I didn’t even think he could, but...” She struggles to hold back tears; “I shouldn’t have come. I’ve just made him...Them more upset. Fork knows what I’d be in for if I stayed for the Teenage Boy phase. He’d probably set my hair on fire as payback.”

Bratty Michael in his fully grown form had been enough to handle. A hormonal one with amnesia was a whole other level.

“Eleanor. Just go talk to them.” Tahani presses; “This whole distancing thing you two are doing to deal with your falling out is dangerous. You’re not going to fix anything by staying away from them. As I kept telling my good friend Courtney when she had a row with my other friends, Lisa and Jennifer - you just need to communicate!”

“Babe, they’re afraid to even be alone with me.” She’s the monster under the bed now. All because she took one sin he committed to heart and forgot about all the good he’d done for her that outweighed it.

“Then stay, there’s plenty of room. Even if it means we swap and you stay here and I return to help with the experiment. Either way, this needs to be sorted out. I don’t believe demons are supposed to be this upset during their growth...You could help with that.”

Can she? She’s not the nurturing type, like her hot friend. She melted her own doll in the microwave as a kid. And she unwittingly talked her own demon bestie into exploding himself.

Tahani’s hand squeezing her wrist gives her some strength.

“...Okay. I’ll try.” she meets her eyes; “Is Michael the only one allowed to snuggle in bed with you when they’re scared?”

Ten minutes later, she goes to find the creepy girl outside, this time sat among the flowers, being far more gentle with them than her previous slug form was.

Eleanor approaches slowly.

“Michael? Buddy?”

The kid gasps, standing up again and flinching back. Eleanor raises her palm.

“Please don’t run away. I promise I won’t hurt you...and I won’t be mad.” She says, soft as she can manage, getting down to the ground; “And I’m not gonna make you go away anywhere. I just wanna chat...That ok?”

Michael doesn’t look too convinced, glancing over at the cabin. Looking for the one constant they’ve had, who’s been here for them, caring for them. Where Eleanor should have been, at least sometimes.

Okay. Time for the trump card.

“I got you something. Tahani said you have trouble sleeping. I thought maybe this guy could help?” She produces the minion toy from behind her back.

Michael’s eyes sparkle and he instantly reaches out to take it.

“So ugly!” They cheer, hugging it to their front.

Eleanor chuckles. Still so easily impressed.

“Can’t argue there...Also, I picked up those paperclips of yours. Did you know you can do this with them?” She holds up the chain; “Gimmie your wrist a minute.”

Michael frowns, hiding behind the toy a little.

“I won’t bite, dude. Kids are way too gross to eat. You’re too stringy and bony.” She wrinkles her nose.

They blink at her before slowly holding out their wrist. Eleanor takes the paperclips and links them around Michael’s arm, forming a bracelet.

The child gasps, clearly thinking they’ve seen it for the first time; “Holy motherforking shirtballs.”

“Damn, you kiss Tahani with that mouth?” That must have been another residue memory tucked away.

Michael sneers; “Kissing is gross.”

“It’s pretty weird if you think about it, yeah.” She concedes, glad they’re at least talking, as much conversation as she can have with a billion year old immortal that’s lost their mind as they regrow in the body of a haunting little girl; “...What about hugs? You like them, right?”

The kid nods, eagerly.

“...Maybe I could have one, someday? If we can be friends? I’d like that...” More than they could know right now. More than anything else, even having Chidi remember her. This...This is just as painful, because she can’t be sure if this is fixable.

Eleanor crosses her legs as she sits, facing her friend.

“I’m so sorry, Michael. I know...you don’t understand that right now but...I’m sorry for why you’re scared of me...I wouldn’t ever wanna hurt you. Please believe me.”

Trust me? God, she’s such a hypocrite.

The kid eyes her, up and down, before turning to the flowers. They bend down, picking a few up into a small bouquet of daisies. Michael turns and hands it out to her.

“Oh...Uhh....Thanks...” Eleanor reaches for them.

Michael’s blue eyes flash red. The flowers burst into flames.

“Forking shirt!” Eleanor jumps.

And still the kid holds them out; “Pretty, right?”

A heartfelt laugh tumbles out of her; “...I can tell Jason’s been here.” Or maybe that was part of her friend’s demon nature. Either way, it was adorable. “Thank you, Michael.” she says, taking the flaming daisies. “You know...if you want, I could show you how to make chains out of these? We could make a crown for Tahani?”

“And ones for me and you?” Michael asks, hopeful.

Eleanor’s lip quivers, a sudden lump in her throat. She reaches out to run her palm over her friend’s white hair, soft as it’s always been; “Yeah...Me and you too, bud.”

#rose says she can't fix things #then immediately writes something to fix it #as weird as this is #like borderline crack fic #but still works within the canon #fluffy angst #hellstrop brotp fic #michael x tahani sistp #genderfluid michael #hints of future cottagecore teleanor? we'll see

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sweetest-honeybee · 4 years

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Tears of a Banshee

Summary: Logan is a banshee and he has to live through the day that Virgil will be meeting his end soon.

TW: Character Death, Heavy Angst, Crying, Mentions of Burning Sensations and Magma, Scratching at the Throat, Vivid Descriptions of Screaming, Creature!Logan, Dragons, Fire, etc.

THIS IS ANGST WITH NO HAPPY ENDING. DO NOT SAY “Someone pls give it a happy ending” BECAUSE THAT IS NOT THE INTENTION. ITS SAD AND MEANT TO BE SAD.

Characters: All the Sides and mentions of Thomas

Word Count: 2472

Enjoy!

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Logan had intended to wake up peacefully like he did many months before- years, in fact. He hadn’t usually woken up with that single thought in his mind: Someone was going to die. How he’d known for sure, he didn’t know. But the tingling sensation in his throat and his growing inner grief had already started building up.

He sat up, waving aimlessly at his nightstand to put on his glasses. He scratched his throat and swallowed thickly.

Ah, this is what happens when you’re a banshee.

Repeating his daily morning routine still hadn’t been any harder than before. Soreness and a lump in his throat came to be otherwise. However, he was sure he’d be fine to join for breakfast. Though, he’d been wondering who it was. Who was going to die? Traits could certainly “die”, he knew. Their physical forms were merely vessels with memories that could be killed off and the trait inside them would live on to find another vessel roaming in the Imagination.

But again, no vessel means the loss of memories and personality. He was close to almost all of the sides now, he couldn’t help but to worry.

Taking a last look into his bathroom mirror, he straightened his tie and sunk out. Appearing again in the dining hall, he was greeted by a happy Patton plating him some waffles. The twins had their journals and glitter pens sprawled on at least half of the long cherrywood table. A map set right in the middle.

A nod from Virgil, a mindless hello from each of the busy twins, and a polite greeting from Janus later, the group was seated and discussing day plans.

“Thomas has two meetings today to discuss the next Thomas Sanders and Friends video. Since it is the end of the month, he has the monthly Vine compilation due in three days.” Logan made margin notes and small diagrams as he went. “I need a list of more Sanders Shorts ideas from the twins by the end of the day today.”

An exaggerated double groan confirmed his statement but the twins announced their progress.

Logan looked around the table. The others were still eating their breakfast. Nothing had seemed off so far. Virgil scrolled through his social media with a single earbud in. The twins continued discussing their ideas, Roman occasionally grimacing at The Duke’s input. Janus stayed quiet, answering some of Patton’s occasional questions and indulging in smaller conversation starters.

Who was it?

A few minutes went by and he finished his breakfast. The tingling sensation returned and suddenly flared into a stinging for a few seconds. Unable to hide his discomfort, he coughed. And coughed quite loudly. Playing it off as a small choking fit from his food, he drank the orange juice next to him.

“You okay?” asked Patton.

“Yes, I just choked a bit-“ he coughed again.

“...Are you sure?” The moral side continued. “Do you need more orange juice?”

As if that we’re the figurative magic words, the coughing ceased. “I’m fine, thank you.”

Then a thought had hit him. “What were you guys planning to do today? In your spare time, I mean.”

“Remus and I were planning to take you all on a tour of the new and improved imagination!” Logan’s chest tightened and he briefly became upset. The emotion flickered only for a second but enough to signal his near to happen deafening screech.

“Oh that sounds like a fun idea!” Patton cheered.

“No! I- I mean no, we can’t,” Logan sputtered. The twins stared at him as if he just killed a man. “I love the idea, I do. It sounds nice, but uh, we just can’t. I’m sure there’s other activities we can do.”

Janus merely squinted at the logical facet. “The twins have been working on this for months now, why do you want to cancel it?”

“I can’t explain right now, I’m just taking precautions.” The others stared at him. “I’m sorry.”

“Well we didn’t say you had to go if that’s the problem,” added Virgil. Logan’s throat flared once more and he coughed awkwardly.

“That isn’t it, maybe you should both spend a few more days working on it. Fix up the final details and make sure it’s safe.”

“Alright….?” The twins responded in unison.

“Good, I’ll be heading off to my study to work. If you need me, just call.” He gathered his notebooks and other belongings and sunk out.

“I- Okay then,” said Patton.

“He’s acting weird,” Remus said plainly with a pout on his face.

“Yes, I suppose so. I certainly haven’t been here long but this isn’t his usual behavior, correct?” Janus glanced at Patton who was still staring at Logan’s empty seat. The father figure looked away and began to gather the used dishes.

“Well,” he began. “If Logan believes it’s not safe, it may not be. It’s good to take precautions.”

“Pfft, he’s such a prude. A small dog would probably seem threatening to him,” Roman commented. “What if we take Virgil there or something?”

“Excuse me?” The anxious side glared at them. “I’m with Logan, dude. I’m literally anxiety. If even he thinks something may be dangerous, I’ve already got a list of stuff that could probably kill us.”

“Come on! I promise it’s safe! I bet you a whole week of peace and quiet that it is.”

Janus couldn’t help but to snort at the offer and he made a face as if he was considering it. “I don’t know, Virgil. He’s betting his sanity to show you that it’s not harmful.”

Roman rolled his eyes but glanced at Virgil. Virgil eyed him with a playful squint. Dramatically turning off his phone and removing his earbuds he made his decision. “Fine,” he said. “But one wrong move and we’re out of there ASAP.”

“Prince’s promise.”

With that, Roman snapped his fingers and he, Remus, and Virgil disappeared from the room.

“Janus, do you mind giving me a gloved hand for all of these dishes?”

Four extra arms appeared on Janus’s sides. “Of course.”

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Scratching, scratching, and more continuous scratching. An undone tie and hardly finished budget plans. Logan felt miserable. Generally and mentally. He simply felt awful.

He’d only been working for about two hours. Something was going to happen. But bit down on the straw of his water bottle to suffocate an upcoming scream.

His throat was burning. As weird as it sounded, he simply felt as if he was going to cry. He was already mourning a dead trait before the event had even happened yet.

Logan decided to pull up some images of the others’ current activities. Patton was baking and keeping an eye on Thomas once in a while. Logan warmed a bit at Janus walking into the scene to steal a kiss from the moral facet. He pulled up the twins and his eyes widened.

Look, nothing stopped the idea that Janus or Patton could be harmed in the kitchen but the Imagination had creatures roaming that could kill in two seconds as well. Surprisingly, Virgil was there as well. Virgil would’ve stayed behind due to his anxiety and Logan’s throat tightened at Virgil’s image. He became deeply saddened simply by looking at the anxious side.

Scream, just scream. It’s him. It’s Virgil.

Logan made the image disappear and took a deep breath. He shuddered at the thought of Virgil ever dying and coughed the edge of his desk until his knuckles were white. His posture wilted at the images of the monsters that he’d come in contact with. He swallowed and he felt as if he drank a cup of magma.

“No, no, no, no, no-“ he stood from his desk. “I have to save him-“ he sunk out and reappeared in the Imagination.

“Virgil!” He called. He tried to keep his voice low but loud enough for someone at least fifty feet away to hear him. “Virgil!” His voice cracked. He sunk out again. This time reappearing a few feet away from the trio. He sighed a breath of relief.

“Oh heeeyy, Logan. Didn’t think you’d come in here,” Roman said sheepishly.

“I need to borrow Virgil.”

“Well we’re kind of using him right now. Can it wait?”

“No, no, it really can’t. I need him right- nOW-“ another voice crack and a minor screech.

“Jesus, what’s going on with you?” asked Virgil. “You sound like literal shit and you’ve been acting weird since breakfast.”

“I’m- I’m fine, I need you out of here now.”

“Why what’s wrong? It’s been fine so far-“

A deep thundering roar sounded from the distance, not even a mile away and they all flinched. The group turned their heads to a large dragon towering over a thicket of trees. Before they could react, a ball of fire was thrown into their direction.

“Scatter!”

They spread into opposite directions away from the landing flames. Roman wasn’t fast enough and it caught him by the legs, pulling him harshly away from his initial direction. The other three stared at the now half scorched prince in fear.

“Okay okay I’ll get us ou-!” Remus couldn’t finish his sentence. Another dragon swooped in and flew him away from the others.

“Logan, did you know about this?!”

“No! I just knew that- that uh-“ he stuttered, chest tightening for the hundredth time.

“That what, Logan?!” Virgil dodged one of the fire balls.

“That you’re going to die, Virgil! It’s inevitable!”

“How do you know?!”

Logan then got tackled by Virgil in an attempt to dodge another attack. He swallowed thickly. “I’m a banshee.”

“Wha- AHH-!” The dragon who took Remus swooped down again to rip Virgil away from Logan.

“LOGAN HELP!”

“No- no, no, no- wha- where are Janus and Patton?!” The now sad excuse for a logical side tugged at his hair and watched the dragon ascend up into the clouds. “I- What do I do- I don’t have control here-“ his voice cracked pathetically.

“Roman- Roman day you-“ he looked over to Roman who laid unconscious in the ground, a small stream of blood dripping from his forehead.

“They’re gone- they’re dead- I can’t save them-“ He whimpered and the grief kept building and building. Roman was hurt and not only Virgil, but Remus would be ripped apart by the clutches of the dragon.

So he began screaming.

A spine curdling wretched screech ripped its way out of his chest. He shrieked and a dense sadness surrounded him. He howled and hollered, not even taking a breath between the full minute of continuous screaming.

He cried, he cried out in volumes that shook the ground until it cracked under his feet. Animals ran away and so did the dragons. The first dragon flew away in terror of the sound escaping Logan’s throat. Rocks broke and he felt sorry for the prince laying not hardly ten feet away from him.

That he had to listen to the sound of a creature's pent up grief. His sadness, his desperation, his mourning, all let out to the sky in a way that would never let him be seen as human again.

Higher and higher in pitch it ascended until he stopped. The cries faded into sorrowful sobs and he was broken between coughing and heaving and simply just falling to the ground. Like him, the dragon in the clouds holding Remus and Virgil fell to the earth, limp. The screams of the boys could be heard from miles in the sky and they dissipated with the rumbling crash of the dragon.

Logan didn’t know what to do. He needed help.

“P-Pat-“ he croaked. He grimaced at the searing pain in his throat. “Patton, I- I need help- I need Janus-“

The words barely left his tongue before he heard a pair of gasps above him.

“Oh my….Logan, honey what happened….” the father figure was immediately led to tears before he could process the scene around him. While doing so, Janus stepped back away from the pair. He studied the cracks in the ground circling Logan, the logical facet being their obvious cause.

“Logan, what happened here? Where’s Virgil and the twins?”

Logan weakly pointed towards Roman on the ground to his left. “R-Roman.” He posted behind Janus at the unconscious dragon. “They- they’re-“ he muttered hoarsely.

“It’s alright, I’m going to go help them. I’ll be back.” Janus summoned his cane and sunk out, reappearing by the dragon. “Virgil? Remus? Are you both alright?”

He made his way around to the front of the dragon where the boys laid limp in the talons of the dragon. Remus seemed mostly fine other than unconsciousness, a few lacerations here and there. Virgil on the other hand…..Virgil brought him to his knees.

“Virgil….Virgil no….” he moved forward to the anxious side quickly, bloody and a talon sticking into his stomach pooling with the red liquid. Janus cupped his face. “Virgil please wake up.” He traced his fingers over Virgil's neck, not finding any signs of life. His eyes watered and a few tears slipped down his cheeks. He ducked his head into Virgil’s chest. “You're an idiot, you know that?” He chuckled meekly. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to help you.”

As if on cue, a small glowing purple orb pulled itself out of the side’s chest. “It’s okay, I’ll find you another one. Sleep well, darling.” He shakily pressed a kiss to the top of Virgil’s forehead, pulling away slowly.

Remus stirred a bit, groaning. Janus turned his attention to him. “At least I still have you.” He pulled Remus from the talons and slung him over his shoulder.

“Wh...wht’s….where’s Virgil…..” muttered the Duke.

“In a better place.”

“Oh…” and again, he was out, pressing all of his weight into Janus. They sunk out and came back to Patton, Logan, and Roman.

Roman and Patton stared in shock when Virgil wasn’t with Janus or Remus.

“He….he’s…” Janus nodded and Patton welled up with more tears.

“What happened, Logan.” Logan flinched at the stern tone coming from Janus.

“I-“ he sighed. At this point he may as well tell them. “I’m a banshee.”

Janus’s eyes widened. “You knew Virgil was going to...How long have you been like this?”

“Ever since I was created.”

“That’s why the ground looks like this, isn’t it. Because you were screaming.”

Logan ducked his head and nodded.

“Well, we need to find him another vessel, I can’t put it any other way than that. There’s not much to help with Logan being a banshee and we can’t postpone the inevitable.” Proving his point he pulled a hard with the purple orb floating around in it.

“Yeah...yeah let’s do that,” Logan agreed.

It takes a while for any of them to explain what happened to Thomas. He’ll have to reintroduce himself to Virgil and accept him once more. Re-establish a new relationship again.

And start over.

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Tugging at my Heart, part 5

Edit: re-upload because I suck at technology and migrating blogs.

Summary: You’re a literature teacher who quickly takes an interest in the new P.E. teacher, Mr. Odinson.

Pairings: Teacher!Thor x Teacher!Reader

Type: Series

Warnings: Minor cursing, bit of angst

Word Count: 2941

A/N: Hold on to your hats, it’s a long one. Sort of an inbetweener chapter, and it took me quite a while to get the tone right. And I’m noticing I’m blatantly projecting myself upon the ‘reader’ character, so I hope it’s not that heavy that you lasses can’t identify with it anymore ;-;

Masterlist

Part 4, part 6

If you want to be tagged in the series or permatagged, please send me an ask, because I keep losing names.

It was the Monday after your marvellous weekend adventure. You stood in front of your students and felt your attention waning. You hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep since your little bar date with Thor. Which hadn’t even been a proper date at all, you reminded yourself. Your brain had been in overdrive since the weekend, conjuring both doom scenarios and visions where you and Thor were being VERY intimate. As a result of this distracting stream of constant images you felt absolutely drained. You heard Shaina Kenner read a passage from To kill a Mockingbird, but the words seemed to go in one ear, and right out of the other.

“…Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird,” Shaina finished, and she looked up to you expectantly.

You stared at your copy of the text in your hand.

“Ms. (l/n)?” Shaina tried.

Your gaze shot up and you closed your book.

“Well done, Shaina,” you said with the lightest tone you could manage. “Everybody please grab your books, we’re finishing early today.” That was enough to send most of your students packing, but Liz Torrez, sweet Liz Torrez, stayed behind. She motioned towards her friends to go on ahead, and you straightened the pile of papers on your desk that was already perfectly aligned.

“Ehm, ms. (l/n)?” Liz said softly. “Is everything alright with you?”

“Yes, everything is fine,” you said a little too quick, and Liz looked at you in disbelief.

You gazed up at her for a moment and sighed. “My personal life has become a little… confusing,” you admitted. “That’s all, I promise.”

“Anything I can help with?”

You shook your head with a smile. “No, Liz, but thank you. I just have to figure some stuff out… how I feel about certain people.”

Liz grinned widely. “Have you started dating?”

You started packing your bag, and you smiled at Liz. “I’m not going to discuss this with you.”

“That’s fine! But I’ll tell you something about my dating experience. You know Jake from the senior class?” Liz spouted.

“Yes…” you said reluctantly, finishing with your bag and slowly making your way towards the hall. Liz didn’t stay far behind and cheerily walked besides you.

“He asked me to the homecoming dance! But it was a bit confusing, because we never talked before about if we really liked each other, so I didn’t know whether to say yes or no without seeing the bigger picture.”

“Seeing the bigger picture is important…” you muttered as you walked through the hallway towards the teachers’ lounge. You stopped by the door and glanced at Liz. “Well, do you like him?”

“I do!” she beamed.

“Then that’s all you need right now,” you said with a wink, and stepped inside the teacher’s lounge. You walked inside and were about to settle at one of the tables, when you spotted Nat’s red curls bouncing as she entered through the other door. You quickly pretended like you had just gotten up and were about to leave, but Natasha was a quick one and was by your side in no time.

“Hey beautiful,” she greeted with a wide smirk. “How was your weekend, eh? Had a nice time at the Commodore?”

“Yes, it was great! Also great how you set me up. I really appreciate that,” you scoffed.

“You’re very welcome!” Natasha beamed. “Now, tell me exactly what happened, don’t leave a detail out.”

“Sorry, I have a class to prepare,” you muttered.

“Oh boo, you do not,” Natasha snarked.

“I do so. I’ll see you later.” And before she could talk you out of it, you quickly strode out of the teacher’s lounge.

On Tuesday, you managed to hide your inability to focus quite well from your students. You put the students to work and only answered necessary questions. If your students noticed the change in teaching method, they didn’t speak of it to you.

When the bell rang signalling lunch, you sighed quietly as the students rushed past you towards the cafeteria. You had managed to evade Nat again this morning, but she was surely going to be laying in wake in the lounge. You glanced outside and saw that the weather was quite decent and you smiled. You’d just find a quiet corner outside to eat your lunch. Easy evasion tactics.

Once you left your classroom you realised that you had underestimated the redhead, as she locked arms with you immediately once you took one step outside. She smirked at you and firmly sat you down on an empty bench and clapped her hands together.

“Now then, no more evading me. Spill the beans. What happened last weekend at the Commodore?”

You groaned. “Honestly Nat, I still don’t completely know myself.”

“Well start at the beginning!”

“After you and Maria stood me up, I ran into Brad,” you said pointedly.

“Brad?”

“Roleplay dude.”

“Oh Brad!”

“Yes, Brad. And he wasn’t about to let me off easy. I was about to try the bathroom window, I swear,” you sighed.

“Wait, how long did you have to wait for Odinson? I told him 10 pm sharp!” Natasha scoffed.

“You shouldn’t have invited him at all!” you growled back. “But he did have excellent timing. He helped me get out of there without Brad feeling me up.”

“So what are you being all evasive for then? That sounds like a perfectly good first date.”

“It wasn’t a date!” you insisted. “I mean, sure, he played my boyfriend for the night, but –“

“That’s a detail you very skilfully neglected to mention!” Natasha hissed. You hid your face in your hands. “Wait… there’s more?” Natasha muttered.

“Well… to make it more believable… We kissed,” you finally blurted out.

After a long moment of silence you gazed up at Natasha, who was smirking so widely you thought her face might tear.

“And have you seen each other since?” she said, her voice perfectly composed.

“He dropped me off at home and that was it!” you revealed.

“You didn’t give him your number? Didn’t ask for a second date?”

“It wasn’t a date to begin with! And you don’t just say ‘Hey, thanks for pretending to be my boyfriend for the night so the creepy guy wouldn’t follow me home, let’s go on another date soon.’ That’s not how that goes!” you said sceptically.

“Who cares how things normally go! You obviously like the guy, why not date him? Was his kiss that bad?” Natasha chuckled.

“No! No. No, it was actually pretty great…” you say softly. “So great that I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.” Your mind conjured up a rather persistent image of you and Thor in the locker room, heavily making out as he pressed you against the cold metal, his hands slowly trailing up your sides and – you shook your head, trying to clear the stubborn vision from your brain.

Nat shook her hand in front of your face. “Damn girl, it’s almost like you’re on something.”

You bury your face in your hands. “It kind of feels like that, too,” you say with a groan.

Natasha quirks an eyebrow at you, expectantly. “Explain.”

You cough your throat awkwardly. “It’s like my mind has been set in overdrive… I keep thinking of the worst ways this can end for either of us. And… There’s other stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“You know… Dreams, little indulgent fantasies,” you muttered, your cheeks turning a bright red.

“Oh!” Natasha laughed, then leaned in. “Any special things he does? Special places?”

You nod lightly. “The locker room, weirdly enough.”

“Oh… I had you pegged as more of a ‘under the bleachers’ kind of girl,” Nat said with a wide grin. “But then why are you avoiding him? You should be jumping his bones, your mind is clearly telling you to!”

“I’m not avoiding him, and I’m certainly not going to jump any part of him!” you mutter. “I need to keep the bigger picture in mind.”

Natasha frowned at you. “What are you talking about?”

“The bigger picture, Nat! What if he was just being polite and saved a girl in need? What if he doesn’t want to date a colleague? What if that kiss that I can’t keep out of my head was just a minor detail of just another day to him? What happens when we can’t work together anymore?”

“All I’m hearing is ‘blab la bla picture, I’m scared, I’m a chicken, blab la bla’,” Natasha mocked with a wide grin.

“Fuck you…” you growled, and quickly checked that none of your students were around to hear. You gazed around the school grounds, and your breath hitched audibly. Thor was approaching from the sports field, and had already spotted you and Nat. “And fuck me, too! Shit!” You grabbed your bag at lightning speed, and quickly trotted away as fast as you could without tripping over your heels.

You managed to avoid Thor and Natasha the rest of the day, and your sense of guilt grew with every hour. You threw yourself into your grading work to escape your own thoughts. By the end of the day, your work was finished, and you were running out of excuses.

Wednesday’s classes were quite literally hell. You’d had another rough night and a massive headache seemed to have made a nest within your skull. The students picked up on your inattentiveness and greatly abused it, getting on your nerves more than you had ever experienced. You send three students to detention, and you had to grit your teeth to stop from cussing at them.

After said class, you walked through the busy hallways and kept a close eye out for Thor. You had buried every doubt and every fantasy that had plagued you for the past few days, in order to function properly. You feared that the moment you saw him, everything that you had managed to bury would resurface.

You rounded the corner, and practically walked into Thor. You looked up at him, tried to come up with an excuse, but drew a blank. He gently placed his hand on the small of your back and led you into the nearby janitor’s closet. Once inside you tried to brush past him and out the door, but Thor blocked your way.

“Thor, I didn’t –“ you began, but Thor quickly cut you off.

“I’m sorry for dragging you in here,” he said. “Natasha informed me of your most likely evasion route.”

“Bless her,” you groaned.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said simply, and your heart nearly broke at his expression. He was gazing gently at you, but his eyes were already wondering what he had done wrong.

“I have,” you admitted.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, and your heart ached at his words. “Was I a bit too enthusiastic in my pretence last Saturday?”

“No! No, I just… I just needed some time to figure things out,” you said weakly. You turned your hands into fists at your side to keep from grabbing his hands into yours.

“I thought…” Thor paused for a moment as he searched for the right words. “I thought there was something more to our kiss than just a courtesy. But when I didn’t see you on Monday and when you practically fled from me on Tuesday, I didn’t know what to think anymore.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” you said softly.

“I realise that me pretending to be your partner for the night must have been confusing, since we are colleagues,” Thor said, pulling a hand through his hair and only messing it up. “And I’m not sure what the rules are surrounding colleagues dating.”

“There are no regulations against it,” you interjected quickly. You had looked it up over the weekend.

“Then what’s got you avoiding me all week?” Thor said gently. He conjured a mock-hurt expression. “Am I such a bad kisser?”

“No! No, you are an excellent kisser…” you said breathlessly. “Definitely worth an A+ in my book.”

“Was I completely mistaken then, when I assumed that there was more to our kiss than just gallantry?” Thor said as he took a small step towards you.

“There was more to it…” you admitted. Thor gave you a moment to explain, but when you stayed silent he gently brought his hand up to your cheek. He cupped your face softly, and you lightly leaned into his palm.

“Talk to me, (f/n). Please,” said Thor softly. You brought your own hand over his and closed your eyes for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes and gazed up at Thor. “I’m scared,” you admitted.

“Scared of me?” Thor asked sharply, and you felt him trying to pull back his hand, but you firmly held it on your cheek.

“No, of course not. I trust you completely. Which is part of the reason that I’m scared,” you spoke gently. You pressed a quick kiss to Thor’s palm before releasing it. You crossed your arms and Thor gazed at you expectantly.

“I’ve never felt so much for one person so quickly, as I have with you,” you muttered. “It scares me that I haven’t been able to think of anything else but our kiss…”

You tried to explain the constant stream of doubts and insecurities that had made its way into your mind ever since your bar adventure. You didn’t tell him that a multitude of those visions had been rather indulgent fantasies. Thor kept his gaze on you as you struggled to find the right words.

“I've been over every doom scenario, every outcome that ends badly for either of us, because if I already feel so strongly about this now, how strong will the fallout be when this doesn't work out?”

Thor laughed, and it strangely reminded you of the rumbling of thunder. “You are already twenty steps ahead of whatever it is we have here,” he said with a chuckle. “And you are forgetting the fact that this might work out after all. Is it really not worth exploring what we could be, just because there is a minor possibility that it won't work out?”

“There's more at stake than just our collegial relationship, Thor. Fury would fire us both without hesitation should anything we have work against our ability to teach.”

“I don't doubt he would, but surely we can stay professional in front of the students, but at the same time explore... well, explore us?” Thor said, gesturing vaguely between you and himself with a sheepish grin.

You couldn't help but smile, then grimaced. “Speak for yourself. I've been a terrible teacher the last few days. It felt like it was my very first week as a teacher all over again. One stupid kiss and you’ve got me reeling.”

Thor chuckled. “Well, let's talk this through then. Tell me of these doom scenarios.”

"We could break-up, resent each other, blame each other, and it would be impossible for us to work together, resulting in either one of us having to transfer to a different school."

"Easy fix, I don't resent people," Thor grinned.

"We could become so intoxicated with each other that we can't keep apart, resulting in Fury firing one or both of us."

"You'd grow sick of me if you spent every minute of every day with me, so that will never happen."

You sighed. "It's not that easy!"

"But it's also not that difficult!" Thor retorted. He came to stand next to you, grasping your hands into his and gazed down at you. You gulped at the incredible gentleness that his eyes portrayed.

"It's as simple as this, (f/n)," Thor said. "Do you like me?"

"Yes," you said without hesitation.

"And would you like to go out with me again, properly this time, no charades or pretences?" Thor grinned.

"I would like that, yes," you managed.

"Then that's all we need, right?" Thor said softly, gently bringing his hands up to your jaw. He cupped your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. He gazed down at you again and smiled. “Let's just see where this goes. And the moment you have doubts or doom scenarios clouding your judgement, come talk to me. No more hiding.”

You smiled sheepishly up at him. “Yeah, my evasive manoeuvres didn't really help me in the end.”

“You could use some track training,” Thor chuckled and pulled you into a tight hug. You buried your nose into the crook of his neck and sighed contently. The two of you stood like that for a little while, just enjoying each other’s company and close touch. You were the first to lift your head and gaze up at Thor. He smiled that ridiculous grin of his and slowly leaned down, gently pressing his lips to yours. You grabbed the collar part of his SHIELD High hoodie and pulled him in closer, kissing him more ardently. Thor responded appropriately; pulling you to him tightly and deepening the kiss, and in doing so softly slammed you into the janitor’s locker. You moaned softly when he broke the kiss and brought his lips closer to your ear.

“Natasha also said something about the locker room?” Thor said lowly, a deep rumbling chuckle emanating from his chest.

“I’m never telling that shrew anything ever again,” you groaned, and quickly kissed him again before he could say more.

#thor #thor fanfiction #thor x reader

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