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anxiouslyfred · 4 years

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You Wouldn’t Steal a Movie

for @dukexietyweek‘s day 3 prompt of Pirates, all that’s coming into my head is that antipiracy add on videos. Let’s run with it

Summary: Virgil wanted to be a pirate when he grew up but pirating films and music doesn’t quite fill his dreams. After a small comment about that Remus suddenly wants to pirate a pirate ship and by hell he’ll achieve it.

Warnings: theft, piracy, sexual comments, pining, if there’s anymore let me know

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Virgil had met Remus when they were in school. They’d been sat next to each other on the first day of class when their teacher decided that the best way to have a successful start was some conversation games. Really they’d just been given quiz sheets of questions to ask each other and had to go through them.

Now Virgil could only remember one of the questions he had been asked since each sheet had held a different selection of questions. Remus had asked what he wanted to be when he grew up and he’d insisted that he’d become a pirate.

Looking back at that excitement and all the games Remus used that sentence to pull him into, Virgil really wished that had just stayed a dream. Instead he was headbutting the desk next to his computer, praying it would play along sometime this decade.

“You know I don’t actually need any more stock this week. What on earth are you attacking the poor desk over.” Remus called, sprawled over their couch upside down. He had been the one to get them into movie and music piracy, opening a market stand up after Virgil worked out the easiest ways to get the movies downloaded.

Remus had insisted it was just like the pirates, only instead of the oceans their seas were websites and movie theaters, and the swordfights were replaced with viruses Virgil had been creating and destroying since he first hacked into their schools mainframe.

The glare Virgil turned to him with showed that the five-hundreth realisation that it wasn’t was about to explode and the popcorn he kept behind the cushions was all prepared to watch it.

Seeing the popcorn get brought out though had Virgil silently talking himself through the breathing exercises most often used to help his anxiety. They’d always doubled to prevent him from blowing up at Remus if he remembered in time. When he spoke all he said was, “When I said I wanted to be a pirate, I was expecting more ships than this.”

“Ooooh, Do you wanna try pirating a pirate ship? There’s gotta be a way to download one I swear or the modern world has failed me!” Remus bounced over, the idea clearly racing through his brain as with a few clicks he managed to reset and finish the download Virgil had been staring at trying to resolve the issues from it for an hour.

“You could have done that earlier. And wouldn’t we at least need like a 3D printer or something if we’re going to download a pirate ship.” Virgil cautioned, already tempted to see just what had appeared in Remus’s room recently.

That room was one Virgil usually tried to ignore given how many things would be brought home as market bargains only to get transformed into something completely different. The last time he’d looked through the door there was what seemed to be three rugs slowly getting cut and sewn into frankenstiens monster.

Remus was shaking his head already. “Or I could get the location for nearby ship owners, visit claiming to be an elite caterer or something, steal or copy all the keys in their house then try each of them until we’ve got the boat for ourselves.”

“And how are you going to avoid getting arrested while doing all of that? Or store a boat while you turn it into a pirate ship?” Virgil had to ask about the flaws in the plan, not caring about the cover story since Remus was actually qualified in catering after getting bored one summer while Virgil was in college.

The concerns were easily waved off, “I found this cave, really big except for the entrance although a ship could get into it at low tide. That would be a perfect place for our pirate ship. Also it’s easy enough to convince rich guys to show off their wealth with parties on their boats.

“Hang about they’d probably actually give me keys to the boat for the duration of that party. If I just made a side trip to Janus’s shop I could have the copy made and actually get paid for the catering job at the same time!” Remus cheered, nodding at Virgil as though waiting for any other concerns.

Virgil couldn’t be bothered to go into plotting with his best friend after so long arguing with his computer though so decided to just walk away instead. Hopefully this would all get forgotten by the morning.

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It wasn’t forgotten and the tuxedo Remus had somehow gained while Virgil slept had a lot of thoughts Virgil would never admit to running through his head. “Please tell me your brother has called about a family event and that’s why you’re dressed up?”

“Are you asking to get dolled up too because I have some scandalous outfits you could try on?” Remus smirked, doing a spin. The bow with a wink was enough to increase the blush on Virgil’s cheeks to a vibrant red reaching his ears.

“Never.”

Luckily Remus had already tired of that bit of teasing, grabbing a folder from the desk. “I’ve got to visit this lawyers family. He seemed rather interested when I reached out last night as a catering start up one of his colleagues is funding. I’ll have your pirate ship in no time, little Incubus.”

Virigl could only groan as Remus left, wondering just how long his blushing could be ignored for. Part of his mind wanted to worry about what remus was getting them into but he’d know the other for too long to seriously think he’d be able to change anything now.

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The next month passed quietly so far as Virgil was concerned. He carried on getting stock made for Remus’s market and tried to remain speaking whenever Remus disappeared in his tuxedo, without getting flustered.

He did notice when the tuxedo disappeared from the outfits Remus wore regularly after a month. There had been nothing more said about getting a pirate ship, but Virgil had known that was still what his room-mate had been disappearing to try and manage, and he’d thought it was going well.

There had even been a night of celebration with leftovers from what Virgil had thought would be one of the final events Remus did for the pirate ship. They’d gone out to the clifftops over the ocean, curled up either side of a skull and crossbones blanket and laughed about all the monsters they could find at sea or on land.

Instead of being dragged out to a ship shortly afterwards though Virgil just noticed that Remus was disappearing off in his comfy clothes, sometimes with a giant rucksack that would return empty. For all the random bouts of flirting between them still happened Virgil became certain that Remus had forgotten about getting a pirate ship in favour of some fling although that didn’t explain why the details of it hadn’t been shared.

Trying to deny any hurt at that possibility Virgil scolded himself that they’d never been together for him to get hurt over anything in the first place. It didn’t work very well.

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Almost three months since Remus had decided to give Virgil his wish of having a pirate ship and he was finally ready to share everything he’d managed to do.

Virgil had been right about the things he’d need to do to remain unsuspected by the law as well as actually come out of it with the boat. He’d just forgotten that any ship Remus was able to steal through that method wasn’t going to look like a pirate ship at all without a lot of work.

Remus had been determined though. If he was going to make his loves dreams come true again then the ship had to be a pirate ship before Virgil could ever see it. Perhaps this time he’d actually be understood when he told Virgil he loved him even.

He’d noticed the looks when wearing the tuxedo and all the blushes Virgil had been trying to hide for years, but honestly that outfit was never one he liked to wear. Remus had even registered some reluctance or upset from Virgil recently although he was a bit more confused about it and just hoped that whatever thoughts were upsetting him could be worked through soon enough.

For now though he’d finally tied the last flag to the mast and was ready to bring Virgil to their very own pirate ship. The next afternoon sounded like the perfect time.

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Virgil wasn’t quite sure what to think about being corralled out to the car after having thigh high leather boots thrown at him along with a loose shirt and black leather jacket. Remus had already been decked out in mostly leather when he barged back into their apartment, and had even added beads and braids to his hair alongside the usual excess of jewelery he’d wear.

He wasn’t about to refuse a hyperactive and affectionate Remus though, especially not one practically pulling his arm out with his bouncing as they headed off. “Come on, Black Hole, I wanna show you my best biggest surprise ever, and I’m not talking about the monster in my pants, though I’m happy to show you that too.”

“Where are you even taking me? I thought you had a fling going on that was taking up oh so much of your time.” Virgil tried to demand, instead snickering as he spoke until he registered the words had stilled Remus’s enthusiasm.

In fact Remus had stilled so much he wasn’t getting into the car.

“O-okay, what did I say to upset you? We can get in the car now.” Virgil stuttered out after being stared at for almost a minute, never hearing the car doors unlock.

“Only fling I’ve been having is with my hand.” Eventually Remus blinked out of the stunned realisation of how Virgil had thought he’d been spending his days. “Literally you’re the sewer map that guides me and thought I’d do anything like that without at least mentioning it to you? Virgil I freaking have been exhausting myself constantly for your surprise. There’s no action in the world that could take me away from your side, not even if you said the kraken and mothman wanted to invite me for a threesome!”

The words almost froze Virgil in turn but he still reacted enough to climb into the car as soon as it was unlocked. “So..” he tried to ask about the rant but was cut off by a finger on his lips.

“Let’s get to your surprise and then we’ll talk there.” Remus insisted, turning music on to further prevent any conversation.

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After being coaxed through a tiny cavern, constantly climbing downwards with a rope he was sure Remus had pinned to the edge himself to act as a safety tool Virgil had begun to remember what this could be. That didn’t do anything to prepare him for when the single rope turned into a rope ladder dropping down through the masts of a pirate ship.

“Woah!” There were no other words for him to say. It looked excatly like the pirate ships from the books and films he’d adored as a child. Virgil could only spin around taking in all the details and additions he was sure Remus must had made himself somehow.

“Captain Sanders, I believe you are missing your hat.” Remus said, breaking through his awed staring and holding out a captains hat, completed with a large purple feather.

“You got me a full on pirate ship.” Virgil whispered, still shocked.

Remus just nodded, “Well it at least looks like that while above deck. Downstairs it’s a lot more of how I felt like decorating in the moment. The kitchen is awesome though so I’m cooking us dinner tonight.”

“You said you’ve been exhausting yourself to do this for me?” Virgil asked, entirely believing that now, but not quite able to comprehend anybody doing such a momentous task all for him.

“Captain, do you realise just how much you could ask for and I’d do everything I could to get it for you? I’m driven to insanity for you and will thank you for it in every way I can think of.” Remus raved, barely even realising how close his steps brought them until he was looking down at Virgil.

Virgil swallowed, shaking his head, “Does that list include kissing me?” He spoke.

There were no words after that as their lips finally met, aboard a pirate ship in a hidden cavern.

#dukexietyweek2020 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #pirates #piracy #stealing a ship

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iwach4n · 4 years

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Reminisce (Iwaizumi x fem!Reader)

This is incredibly self indulgent but by god i want to marry Iwa. I want to marry him so bad.

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warnings: mild swearing

word count: 1889

read time: 7 minutes

11:30am was not a particularly early time to wake up, but considering that you had returned to the hotel room at 3:00 after hours apon hours of drinking, dancing and chatting with friends and family, it was actually quite impressive. You looked and felt a mess, with sweat remaining from the shower you had been too tired to take, hair sticking out in every direction and remnants of makeup, sloppily removed in early hours of the morning, smudged around your face. And yet, Iwaizumi was still looking at you like you were the most amazing thing on Earth.

"What?" you laughed, shifting closer to him under the covers.

"Just looking at my beautiful wife," he responded, with an expression so lovestruck it made you giggle more.

"I'm never going to get used to that."

It was his turn to laugh, pulling you closer against his bare chest, "You better, Mrs Iwaizumi, because I'm going to keep saying it."

You smiled with an expression mirroring his own. In the five years you had been together, you never got tired of mornings like these. Waking up in his arms, taking in every detail of his face, memorising exactly how his body felt pressed against yours. And now you were married. There was nothing better in the world.

"What did I do to get so lucky?" he mused, making you shove him half-heartedly with a laugh.

"Save the compliments for when I don't look like shit."

His arms didn't relent, wrapping around you and pulling you ontop of him. A soft kiss was pressed to your lips.

"I'm not kidding. If someone had told me seven years ago that I'd get to marry you, I'd be overjoyed, and also never believe them," Iwa said, before catching himself on his words.

"Seven years ago? You mean like first year?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice as you rested your chin on his chest. He groaned a little in embarrassment.

"Okay, so I may have lied when I said I started liking you at the start of third year."

You couldn't help but start laughing for real now.

"We didn't even talk in first year!"

"I know, but I was sixteen! What was I supposed to do, not fall for the cute girl who helped me with my English homework?" he defended as you rolled off him in your laughter, finding his reaction funnier than the actual situation.

"You're so adorable," you said, pecking him on the lips and giggling at his red face.

"Asking you for help with that English was probably the best decision of my life." His hand found its way to yours under the covers, calloused fingers intertwining with your soft ones.

"I can't believe that's actually what got you," your laughs were softer now. At the start of your relationship, you had been a little insecure as to whether Hajime liked you as much as he said he did, but you'd grown past that now. Though you sometimes wondered quite what he saw in you, you knew he wasn't lying about anything.

"You were pretty and nice to me and you told Oikawa to fuck off. At the time, that was like, my dream woman."

A snort escaped from your mouth as you nestled into the crook of his arm, tracing patterns along his chest.

"I think the moment I really fell for you was when I first saw you play in a match," you mused, remembering being dragged to watch with your friends in second year and not regretting it one bit. Your husband gave a small hum of encouragement, as if telling you to continue, so you did.

"I mean, I thought you were hot and cool and whatever before, but on court, you were just so... driven. You kept pushing for one more point," you said, eyes glued to your finger as it wove its way through invisible paths along his torso, "it was like a whole new side of you."

As you spoke, he had buried his face in your hair, and you felt him smile against your scalp.

"Honestly, that's the only way you would've fallen for me. I'd have been much more awkward if I'd known you were watching."

"Looking back, you were so awkward," you recalled, thinking back to your highschool days, "but at the time, I just thought you hated me or something."

"For real?" It was his turn to rumble in laughter.

"You were always avoiding me!" you said in defence, pouting at his growing laughs.

"I'm sorry for making you think that," he said, unable to keep the grin off his face, "you were so ridiculously pretty that I got nervous. And it's only gotten better from there."

"Someone's sappy today," you giggled as he rolled over, hovering over you. He only hummed in response, planting a sweet kiss on your lips, "but seeing as we're remembering the old times, remember when you first asked me out?"

These words were enough to make him groan and collapse off of you, arm going up to cover his reddening face.

"I wish I didn't. Most embarrassing moment of my life."

"I think I need to refresh your memory," you managed through giggles.

"No!" he groaned, "you do not."

"Oh, I'm going to."

Hajime always got embarrassed when you brought up how he asked you out on your first date because it was a prime example of how awkward he'd been at the start of your relationship. You still remembered it vividly, and his reaction to you telling the story was almost as cute as the image in your head, so you would remind him every chance you got.

"Can we talk about the proposal instead? I was a lot cooler with that one."

You ignored his pleas, beginning your narration, "Imagine it-"

"You told this like fifty times yesterday. Stop," he was laughing too, despite being bashful.

"This isn't just what I told yesterday. This is the unabridged version, just for you," you said, and he finally gave up on arguing with a sigh, "imagine it; the last week of third year, and it was coming to the end of a maths lesson - a class I didn't share with the hero of our story. In my head, I was thinking about the lovely ace, who is currently looking at me like if someone was to shoot him, he wouldn't complain, but that his dying wish would be for me to shut up. I was wondering if I should make a move on him."

Iwaizumi's face turns from one of annoyance to curiosity - he hasn't heard this part of the story. You'd never really told him what went through your head that day. Noticing his change of expression, you decided to expand on that train of thought.

"You see, there was only a week left. After that, I might not get the chance. I might never see him again - at least, this is what I thought, as I didn't know that we were both going to the same university the next year. Part of me thought that it was now or never, but I decided on never. He was cool and popular and always seemed confident. If he liked me, I thought, he would make a move himself. This thought crossed my mind as I began to pack my things, and then, as if on cue-"

Iwaizumi's arm returned to covering his face. This was his least favourite part of the story.

"My knight in shining armour burst in, having been let out of his class early, and shouted, in front of the whole class, '(Y/N), I really like you, and have for a while! Please go on a date with me!'"

Your husband let out a long groan at this, the embarrassment still fresh despite it having been five years. Usually, this is where you stopped. It was pretty much the end of the story. But you continued.

"Naturally, I agreed. But, as if things weren't already awkward enough, our good old friend Oikawa decided to pipe up from behind you-"

"Oh my god," Hajime interrupted momentarily, "I forgot about this bit."

"And the somewhat sweet confession was finished off with the lovely note of 'Woo! They're finally gonna bone!'. The end."

It appeared the little addition shook Iwa out of the annoyed mood the story usually put him in, because he uncovered his face and laughed reminiscently.

"We both got detention for that," he chuckled, pulling you back into his chest.

"Was it worth it?" you asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

"Take a look around. We're married. Of course it was worth it," what was probably the hundreth kiss of the day was placed on your forehead, "I'd sit through a million detentions to keep you with me."

"Good thing you don't have to. I don't think I'd be able to go a million hours without you," you said, beginning to fiddle with his hair, "can I try and plait your hair?"

"No," was the short answer, "we're gonna talk about that first date I asked you on."

"Why?" you asked, cocking your head as your fingers left his hair. The date had been nice, but other than the fact it was your first with your now husband, there had been nothing particularly special about it.

"Don't think I've forgotten about when you tried to say you were hungry and instead said horny, and were so shocked by the fact that your mouth did that that you spilt your drink all over both of us."

"Oh my god, even I forgot about that."

"I'm gonna give you a dramatic narration."

"No!"

The rest of the morning and early afternoon was taken up like this - reminiscing about notable moments in your relationship. Everything from your first kiss, which had turned an uneventful 'date' of running errands together into a special one, to your first 'I love you's, which had slipped out on a late night call. Each of you gave vivid retellings of meeting the other's parents for the first time, which had gone swimmingly for Hajime, but had been incredibly awkward for you until his father made some comment about thinking his son was gay until then because of the amount of time he spent with Oikawa. That really broke the ice between you, but it put Iwaizumi into an adorably disagreeable mood for the rest of the night. Iwa finally got to talk about the proposal, which you had to admit had been very romantic, and then you talked about the wedding the night before.

Eventually, you moved on from the past and talked about the future. Where to go for your honeymoon, where you'd like to settle down one day, how many kids you'd like and when. You decided you'd move to the outskirts of Tokyo, and start a family in your late twenties. You settled on two kids, but maybe a third a little later on. And then, when you retired, you'd move to the Okinawa prefecture and live by the beach. By the time you got hungry enough to need to get up, you felt like your entire life was planned.

You couldn't wait to make it real and have more things to reminisce about.

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ohsugar-honey-iced-tea · 3 years

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Meeting mr. and ms. Buttson

Here's a little fic I came up with in my head. It's a little short, but I hope you like it. Basically Bella gives Ina's buttocks names and will annoy Ina until she gets up and leaves. She stops her before she can get up tho.

Enjoy!!

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It was a long day for Ina. She had to walk a lot at school, had a lot of discussions with her colleagues and dropped her favorite sandwich on the floor while she was about to eat it, so she didn't have any lunch.

Luckily, her girlfriend Bella, always knew how to cheer her up. She texted Ina:

Bella: I know you're home at 7.30. I'll be there to pamper you and spoil you. It's gonna be just the night you deserve. Just a little longer! I love you!

Ina smiled to herself as she read the text, wondering what she could have possibly done to deserve an angel like Bella.

When Ina stepped out of the car, she could already smell the food of her favorite takeout restaurant. "I'm home sweetheart. Where are you? I really need a hug." And when she said that, she felt two familiar arms wrap around her waist from behind. "Guess who?" Bella asked as she gave Ina little kisses on her neck. "Gee, I have no idea" she said as she turned around in Bella's arms. Bella gave her a big hug. "How are you?" "Tired, but being here in your arms now is worth all the louzy days" "It's okay, darling. I drew you a nice bath, you can go lie in it after we've eaten" Bella felt Ina smile in the crook of her neck. "You are amazing." "Now that's my line. Shall we eat before it gets cold?" "Yes, ofcourse." Bella gave Ina's butt a little squeeze. "God I love these" "Yes, I bet you do" "I'll call them... mr. and ms. Buttson. Together from the start, and have never left each others side." "Oh God.." Ina silently mumbled.

After they have eaten, Bella cleaned everything up and poured Ina a glass of her favorite wine. Ina looked at Bella's back in awe. "You truly are something else, aren't you?" Bella simply just smiled as she put the last board in the dishwasher. "Now, I believe there's a nice hot bath waiting fot you." "Will you be joining me? I kind of just want to be in your arms right now." Bella chuckled. "Of course, whatever you want."

They went to the bathroom together, a bath with soapy bubbles waiting for them. Ina inhaled through her nose and smiled. "This is my favorite soap. How did you know?" "I love you, it's my job to know" Bella said, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Okay, let's undress." "Will you help me?" Ina asked bashfully. "Why of course, my dear." Bella started to undress Ina and peppered her whole body with little kisses. After they were undressed, they stepped into the bath. "Ooooohhh.. this feels amazing" Ina said as they sat down. Ina laid with her back against Bella's stomach. "So, tell me, how was your day?" Bella asked, as she started to caress her stomach. "It was awful, honestly. There were a lot of arguments in class today. Some people thing they are always right, even when the facts are proving them wrong. After that, ot was time for lunch, I spend a whole 30 minutes making the perfect sandwich, and I dropped it. It was a very tragic moment, so all I had for lunch was a granola bar. And you know I'm not the happiest when I'm hungry, right?" Bella chuckled. "Oh I know. I remember you screaming for about 15 minutes at me because you were hungry" Ina smiled "anyways, after lunch break, I did a whole lot of work on my computer, but it crashed, and it ended up deleting everything I've worked on today" Ina frowned, but Bella quicly gave her a kiss and she got a smile on her face. "It's okay babe, you'll fix it. I know that because you're the most smartest woman I've met" Ina chuckled, and turned around, facing Bella. "Aw, but you can handle me anytime, right? Hungry or cranky" Bella just laughed, pushing Ina against her, and giving her a kiss. Ina sighed into the kiss, and resting her head on her shoulder afterwards. "This truly feels perfect" "mhmm" Bella started to caress her back, and ended up kneading her butt in her hands. You know what's also perfect?" "What?" "Your perfect butt" Ina shaked her head, smiling. "Of course that's your answer" "What? It's true..." Bella started moving Ina's buttcheeks, moving each buttock as she spoke. "Well hello, ms. Buttson, don't you look nice today. Oh thank you, mr. Buttson, you look quite dapper yourself" Ina grumbled. "Babe, please...?" "Okay, okay. Sorry...." Then spend another 30 minutes being in the bath together, simply just enjoying each others presence.

After a while, they got up, and started to dry each other off. "Oh my god!" Bella suddenly said. "What? What is it?" "mr. and ms. Buttson are looking fineee this evening" Ina sighed. "Babe, stop talking about my buttocks, please." "But they are so soft" "please, it's been a long day" "...okay"

After getting into more comfortable clothes they lied down on the couch together, about to watch Big Hero 6, because Ina is a big Disney fan and has a secret soft spot for Baymax. The movie started playing, and Ina got comfortable in Bella's arms. Bella whispered to Ina. "Babe?" "Yes?" "Can you believe they're still together after all the shit they've been through?" "What? Who? Who are you talking about?" Ina asked, genuinely concerned. "Mr. and ms. Buttson." Bella said cheesily, waiting with a smirk for Ina's response. "BABE, it has been an insanely long day, can't I just watch a movie with my girlfriend without getting a remark about my butt every 2 minutes?" "But I love them" Bella said, with the biggest pout. "If you talk about my ass one more time during this movie" Ina said, pointing to her face "no sex for two weeks" Bella gasped dramatically. "Okay, okay, I'll be good, no point in making horribe threads." "Good girl, now please, let's continue the movie" Bella started caressing her butt. "THAT ALSO MEANS NO CARESSING" "okay, sorry, sorry."

They enjoyed the rest of the evening, finishing the movie. Bella comforted an emotional Ina while Baymax flew Hiro away with his fist, and staying in the universe. "It's okay babe, he'll come back" "it's just s-so sad" Ina said as she wiped her eyes. The movie ended and Bella turned off the tv. "God, I love Disney" Ina said as she stretched her arms. "We both do" Bella said as she stood up and reached for her hand. "Care to dance, my princess?" Ina chuckled. "We don't even have music" "who cares? We'll make our own" Ina smiled and took her hand, and they started slow dancing. Bella started to sing softly.

"When you wish, upon a star, makes no difference who you are, Anything your heart desires, will come to you"

Ina smiled, burying her face in Bella's neck.

"If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme, when you wish upon a star, as dreamers do"

Bella finished the song, and gave Ina a little kiss on her neck. "I love you" "I love you too. And I love mr. and ms. Buttson." "Oh come on, please stop that" Bella smiled, and gave Ina a little kiss on her forehead. "Let's go to bed. You need to get some sleep, my beautiful princess." "You think I'm a princess?" "Well honestly, I think you are a queen, but princess sounds cuter" Ina smiled, getting that blush on her face she only gets when Bella gives her a compliment.

They prepared themselves for bed, brushing their teeth and singing some more Disney songs together. "I swear, I'm going to take you with me to Disneyland someday" Bella said, making Ina smile for what felt like the hundreth time this evening. Bella lied down in bed first, opening her arms for Ina. "Come here, you." Ia lied in Bella's arms, feeling completely safe and feeling as if she was in her own Disney movie, until.... "Well hello there, ms. Buttson, may I have this dance. Why ofcourse you can, mr. Buttson" and Bella moved her buttcheeks in little cirkels. "Come on, Bella, we've had a perfect night together, please don't ruin it now" "okay..." not even 30 seconds later, she felt Bella's hands on her ass again. "I am Baymax, you're personal healthcare assistant" "OKAY THAT'S IT I AM GOING TO THE COUCH" "BABE IT WAS A JOKE, I'LL BE GOOD A PROMISE" but Ina was already climbing out of bed. Bella put her arms around her waist and pulled her back "let me go, Bella." "Never! Now come over here and let me cuddle with you" she said as she pulled Ina back in bed. "Okay fine, but one more word about my butt and I will go sleep over at Lillian's, understood?" "Yes, understood, now please come here." Ina lied on top of Bella once more, letting her caress her back. "See, this is nice, isn't it?" "It is" Ina said, and her eyes started to get heavy. "Don't fight the sleep, babe. You need it" and with that, Ina stopped fighting the sleep, dozing off as Bella continued to caress her back. She could hear Bella softly hum the song from one of her favorite Disney movies.

"Tale as old as time

True as it can be

Barely even friends

Then somebody bends

Unexpectedly

Just a little change

Small to say the least

Both a little scared

Neither one prepared

Beauty and the beast"

And with that, Ina fell fast asleep, with a big smile on her face, hoping there will be a lot more nights like this in the future.

The end

#ina kingsley #ina x mc #disney #fluff

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oathkeeper-of-tarth · 4 years

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2020 SU Fic Sampler - WIP Showcase

So in my continued attempts at distraction, I trawled through my SU fanfic folders, looked at the ol’ endless WIP pile. Figured I’d do a little roundup of some that are in something resembling a decent state. Maybe even see where interest lies and all that, get some attention and validation, you know, all that good stuff one craves. Of course, there’s loads more than this, and I might one day post some things I wrote but never quite managed to finish up, or that got super jossed in ways I couldn’t get myself to work around.

Now, in no particular order, here’s 8 draft snippets totaling almost 6000 words - not very polished, obviously, some quite rough around the edges, some long, some short, some that work better without context than others. But here they are anyway, with an utterly predictable array of focal characters. Any missing segments or my asides/notes in the text are [written like this], because I usually write very non-linearly. Hope you all like mood whiplash!

P.S. I live for comments.

Like Talking To A Wall, aka Bismuth making friends with the wall, statue, and floor Gems. Early precursors to radicalisation and “I would have liberated everyone”, perhaps. Started as one of my first reactions to the Diamond Days episodes.

“Hey, thanks for listening.”

“Anytime. You’re lucky I’m so supportive,” Mica piped up from up on her arch.

Bismuth laughed. Bittersweet. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.”

Then, with a surprisingly gentle hand pressed to the carvings she’d been so careful about, she added a soft: “I’ll miss you.”

“Chin up! It’s gonna be a lovely off-planet adventure for you,” Granite rumbled from just above her head. “A brand new colony! Think of the sights!”

“You can tell us all about it when we see you again.”

Bismuth leaned back, pressing her whole back against the wall, reluctant to leave, even if a snooty shift supervisor was bound to come around and chase her off soon. “Yeah, I’ll make sure to do that.”

They all knew very well that, as always, when the building was done, it was goodbye. The chances of there being a need for repairs or remodelling - and the exact same bismuths being brought in to do them - were incredibly slim.

But pretending was nice, sometimes.

Hey, Steven, think I could get a moment before we leave? I won’t be long.

They were right where she’d left them, and the years had done very little to change them. A bit of a patina there, some dust, the tiniest bit of wear on sharper corners.

“Bismuth?” Several familiar voices cried out to her in shocked recognition.

She knew she must look a sight - battle-ready and battle-worn, but armour still gleaming, and with a bearing of one who had been through much and was always ready for more. She felt her back had never been so proud and straight, her shoulders so resolutely set.

“I think,” Bismuth grinned, “you’re gonna start seeing changes around these parts.”

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One for that favourite Pearletariat/Pearl Solidarity fic sub-genre of mine: Clever Pearls Cleverly Getting Around Badly Worded Orders. A bit of an origin for an as-of-yet unnamed pearl OC, because I sure don’t have enough of those!

In the untold thousands of years of Homeworld and Gemkind, and the hundreds of thousands of commands given to hundreds of thousands of pearls, nobody ever thought to Order a pearl not to think. That would imply a they mattered at all, and who would ever put stock in a pearl’s thoughts? Most Gems weren’t sure pearls could think, anyway. I mean, if they could, all that standing around would be intolerable, wouldn’t it? And imagine not being able to say no to anything, even crushing your own gem - shards, at least I’m not a pearl!

They were, occasionally, when dealing with an owner’s important, private, confidential business, Ordered to forget, or, a bit less esoterically, Ordered never to tell.

And [OWNER] has always been all too eager with the Orders. As if she went to bizarre lengths in her thinking that pearl couldn’t - or wouldn’t? - do anything upon merely being told, let alone by herself. Every little thing, from sweeping up the shards of a broken decorative plate to taking down the minutes of an important meeting [OWNER] was presiding over - (im)pressed upon pearl with the crushing weight of an Order.

But she could still think.

Even when Ordered to wait by the door, freezing her limbs and anchoring her legs to the ground with all the force of a starship mooring mechanism. Even when Ordered into silence for days and planetary rotations on end because [OWNER] had wanted to read an important document without being disturbed and it simply didn’t occur to her to lift it when she was done.

In the wake of the Rebellion and the Renegade Pearl, it only gets worse, and soon enough pearl can barely remember the last time a single movement she made was voluntary.

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SU Future-era Bismuth and Steven convo I scribbled down in between some of these recent eps - after Growing Pains in particular I think - because Bismuth is the absolute pep talk queen.

“You already said you were sorry for trying to kill me in the Forge, and really, it’s okay, it was all a misunderstanding. Besides, it’s more than a lot of people have done!”

Bismuth blinked at the pinkish sheen around Steven’s cheeks, around the downturned brows - strange trick of the light, that. “Steven, come on. Just listen to me for a minute.”

“Okay,” Steven sighed, and leaned against the railing Bismuth had fixed just that morning.

“Point is, for me, the war had never ended. It wasn’t only yesterday, it was today. It was over for everyone, it seemed, except for me. And getting over that, getting used to that, really seeing that as the truth, not living every day buzzed up with that anticipation of the next battle, just waiting for Homeworld to come down hard on us with whatever new horror they’d come up with… that took a while. And it took help.”

[sudden apparent non-sequitur but It’s An Allegory, Steven.]

“When you make a sword, you can’t make it rigid and unyielding. You can’t just temper it into toughness and hardness and make it unbreakable. It needs to have some give in order to be durable, it needs to be able to bend so as not to shatter on impact. And sure, maybe the first parry or strike wouldn’t be the one to do it, but the tenth, the hundreth, the thousandth? Any time you might just find yourself holding on to a hilt with the jagged remnants of everything, and shards scattered on the ground. And if you’re very lucky, that’ll happen during friendly sparring, not in the heat of battle.”

Steven shrugged without response, and seemed to be shrugging off all the words as well. Back to the direct approach it was, then.

“Now you, Steven,” that at least got a bit more attention, “Sure, you can brawl with the best of ‘em, and you put that gem to damn good use. You’ve got great technique drilled in, too - I’d expect nothing less from one of Pearl’s students. But that’s not how you won, in the end, is it? You never won because you were tough, or strong. You have a diamond in you but you’re not hard at all. Well, except on yourself.”

“In the end all of this was possible because you were soft. Just malleable and pliable enough when it was needed. And that takes guts.”

“Hey, I’m just saying,” Bismuth put a hand on his shoulder, and even with all the very human growing he’d done, he still seemed to almost disappear in it. “You put yourself out there for others… maybe it’s about time you let them help you.”

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The next chapter of the His Dark Materials/Daemons AU which I am sooooo painfully late with it’s not even funny anymore. Already posted some excerpts [here] and [here].

“She’s been... away on business, but we’ve sent a zeppelin for her and she’s well on her way back. Hopefully.”

“You have a zeppelin?” Rose was rapidly failing in all her efforts to keep her voice down.

“Of a sort. We, er, we... stole it.”

“Stole-!”

“Yes, well, stole might be a strong word,” Pearl tapped a finger against her chin. “You see, there was a small decommissioned postal craft left below the southern mail station aërodock that nobody would ever miss, all I had to do was fix it up a bit and-”

Rose blinked. “You fixed a decommissioned zeppelin.”

Pearl waved a hand almost casually. “I had some help, but yes. Svalbard, understandably, is hard to reach with other means of transport, and Bismuth needed to be able to go back and forth.”

“You,” Rose began, awed, “are utterly wasted on bringing me my slippers, I’ll tell you that.”

“Well then, maybe,” Pearl blushed, but there was nothing hesitant about her smirk and the strikingly proud tilt of her head, “maybe you could take them off with a bit more care than kicking them halfway across the room and sending them off under the cabinets and- and then I wouldn’t need to do that at all. And I could fix all the zeppelins in the world.”

[more from the super secret backroom rebellion meeting]

“They’re with the Consistorial Court of Discipline, no doubt. Always on the lookout for,” Bismuth grimaced, “heretics. A lot falls under that. A lot of good excuses to snatch someone off the street and do who knows what to them. And they’ve been funneling people there, people vanished by the CCD. Not lacking in test subjects lately.”

“How did you get this? Where?” It was Sapphire, this time. Ruby seemed overwhelmed, and sat clutching her hand desperately as the tiny frog and hare both whispered something to her.

“We traced the funding for all this. It was difficult and deliberately obfuscated, but we managed. A facility like this, an entire operation, cost a pretty amount, you’d assume - and you’d be right. It had to come from somewhere. And whoever was paying for it was likely to want to know what was being done with their investment.”

“So we followed the trail. And it turned out I was… ideally positioned to… to, erm, procure what evidence there was to be found. Because, well...” Pearl trailed off, and lifted one of the stolen report sheets for all to see.

It was as clear as day, the family crest right above the astronomical amount being granted. Four diamonds, neatly arranged.

Neshu’s ears were flat against his mane, and Rose found herself wishing the ground would simply open up and swallow both her and him and the chair that she sat on and he’d tried to duck under.

Bismuth spoke up, grim, every drop of earlier exuberance gone from her. “When the Diamonds look out from the windows of their mansion, they don’t see people. They see tools, toys, and weapons. Nothing else.” She sounded more tired than angry. “It’s just what they’ve always been doing, but writ large.”

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And then, of course, the Longass PearlRose Fixit because I hate the gag order but at the same time want it gone… slowly and organically. Alternating Rose and Pearl POVs spanning throughout the rebellion era, all sorts of flashbacks and Imagining Things included. At one point they end up attempting to essentially jailbreak Pearl, because Pearl is, as we all know, absolutely the most hardcore. Also thank you SU Movie for confirming all the awful Alexa-flavour fanon/headcanons and giving me an excuse to dive into a bunch of Gems-as-AI tropey stuff, on top of everything. [another previously posted fragment here]

“I don’t want to. I never want to do that to you again.” She stops, takes a breath, reconsiders. “And I know it’s a lot to ask of you, the trust I just… trampled over. So I want to make sure that it’s not just that, you trusting me not to make the same mistake again, with no reassurance anywhere. I—I want to not be able to. Nobody should be able to do that to you.”

“Nobody should be able to do that to anyone,” Pearl corrects readily.

“You’re right,” Rose smiles, only a bit wry, “as always. My brilliant, brilliant Pearl. What would I do without you?”

“Never get back to the point you were trying to make, I imagine,” Pearl quips with something resembling sauciness, and Rose feels at least some of the weight starting to lift off her.

“Right,” Rose agrees, chastised, and tries to focus. “I just… I’m not sure how, or what I need to do at all. It’s not like there’s much precedent – ownerless pearls are unheard of. Even when their owners get shattered, it’s only ever temporary, and, with such high demand, very brief.”

Pearl nods in agreement, and hums. “Luckily, we’ve seen plenty of unheard of and unspeakable things here.”

[echoes of Scabbard convo]

“I want to know, I want to be certain, that you’re here because you want to be.”

“So do I.” Pearl responds quietly, letting their fingers entwine.

[Giving an order not to follow orders doesn’t work, failsafes exist. Then they try a sort of ownership transfer thing, and try to make the new owner Pearl. It doesn’t register, “invalid transfer target”, even when Pearl tries to hack it - some odd gem tool that scans and pokes at her gem - she gets all bummed out because she can’t even reprogram a very basic and modifiable handheld tool/device to recognise a pearl as an actual gem and person. What chance does she have against hearts and minds and an entire ingrained culture of an entire sprawling empire?

“You changed my mind,” says Rose all softly and earnestly.

Have I really? Pearl asks herself but doesn’t let it escape out loud. Still. Step by small step, she admits to herself. Incremental, slow, but persistent work. She can do that. Even as down on herself as she is, she can do that.]

“The… the override.” Pearl breathes out suddenly.

“What?”

“The administrative override - you, or, well... Pink Diamond should be able to trigger it, even without a Rejuvenator. We shouldn’t…” Pearl looks strangely scared now, swallowing small gulps before pushing onwards, hands trembling and fingers knotting together, “w-we shouldn’t need a full reset, really, but. But we can try modifying the owner identification...”

Having to… turn into Pink again (turn back into yourself, you mean, a small voice whispers, who are you trying to fool) doesn’t sit well with her, of course, but. Get a hold of yourself, Pearl certainly has it so much worse in this scenario.

[more here about how they both need to kind of “revert” a bit to try this and it sucks, because no! unpleasant poking of holes in the elaborate fantasy! For the greater good, but still.]

And oh, Pearl looks just about ready to either cry with some strange terror Rose has never seen her display, or dissipate her form on the spot - the small dam of coldly throwing around terms like administrative override activation and owner identification variable providing just enough distance for her to carry on.

“It shouldn’t be too risky if we’re… if you’re careful.”

[Pearl trusts her with everything, her literal entire self - with this thing that is such a blatant violation of her being and her person, that she now wants to turn against itself, using one of the most humiliatingly clearly objectifying aspects of her status as an instrument of her liberation. It is all A Lot.]

Rose remembers, also, with a sting, the way she grumbled and sulked over the gaping pit of guilt in her stomach and refused to even look at the glowing, floating shell Blue was so insistently pushing her towards. She wanted her Pearl back, not whatever White and the others had decided to foist upon her now. Not a pale replacement, nothing they deemed suitable.

“Please state preferred customisation options.”

“Come on, Pink,” Blue urges, softly but mercilessly as ever, large hands enveloping Pink almost whole from where they’re planted on her shoulders, “White had her specially made, just for you! And we helped as well - only the best for our Pink. Now it’s up to you to put your finishing touches, as is proper-”

“What for? You’ll just take her away when you feel like it anyway,” she grumbles into her arms, curling up on the floor and resolutely refusing to look even as the glow spreads from the corner of her eye, insistent.

Just as insistent as the awfully familiar little voice. “Please state preferred customisation options.”

“I. Don’t. Care!” But now with a newly noticeable, if strained restraint - not, like her usual, punctuated with a slam of her fist on the floor tiles, perfectly shiny and pink. No, she couldn’t- do something like that again-

“Default setting selected. Please stand by.”

Yellow scoffs and moves to leave. “Come on, Blue. No point to us wasting our time being here if she’s just going to throw one of her tantrums.”

But Blue refuses to leave it at that, and makes sure to cut with parting words, before slinking through the large pink doorway. “I am very disappointed in you, Pink. To act like that, and with White personally making sure you got such a lovely gift even after everything...”

“Waste of good nacre, if you ask me,” Yellow muses from somewhere up above. “At least try not to break this one.”

The glow intensifies with a hum, and Pink screws her eyes shut and pretends not to see or hear anything.

By the time she opens them again, the others are gone.

But then there is another presence at her side, hovering just behind, as is proper court protocol. The shuffling of tiny, soft slippers on the polished stone - weren’t pearls supposed to be endlessly, effortlessly quiet?

“Leave me alone,” she preempts quietly. The shuffling moves away.

“Please identify yourself.”

Calmly, now, calmly but firmly, just like we planned it. Don’t mess this up now. She’s counting on you. She trusts you. “Pearl.”

“Please state preferred customisation options.”

They’ve discussed this too, of course - extensive (over)preparation and planning down to minutiae is Pearl’s go-to at the best of times, and something she clutches at for comfort at the worst of times. And she’s always, to a sometimes comical extent, despised that ridiculous dress. To a wonderful extent, too, all things considered.

“Revert to last implemented appearance.”

“Settings selected. Please stand by.”

[Of course this doesn’t work because all it does is change the $username$ variable, not the actual identity of the person imprinted: it’s still Rose/Pink, she’s just nicknamed “Pearl” now, but she can still give orders and everything.]

[evolves into Pearl literally hacking herself… the most hardcore of modders]

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Pearl Playing the Field aka “why not hyper-analyze that one brief shot of the notes and phone numbers in Pearl’s gem and write 9 meet-cutes”. Pearl goes out to “find herself”. Whatever that is supposed to mean. Supposed to be set pre-ASPR, but also extends past it. Ended up with some Bispearl in it too because I am predictable and can absolutely not help myself.

“Your hair is wonderful!” She feels like she almost has to shout to be heard over the din of the bar’s ill-chosen soundtrack, and she doesn’t appreciate it. Definitely not one of her favourite places she’s decided to visit recently. And the ventilation is atrocious.

But still, she’s come all this way, so she may as well make the best of it. And while the preoccupation with hairstyles during first meetings seems like a bit of an odd running theme (can it really be termed a running theme, though, if it’s happened all of two times?), it’s certainly worked in the past (recent, very recent, and hardly bursting with relevant instances, Pearl!). Oh, and this particular one is just too fascinating. Approaching a work of art, Pearl would dare say. Especially, well. Especially when paired with the lovely eyes and striking jawline and strong neck it seems to deliberately be drawing attention to.

Pearl leans on the bar, in the bit of space the woman happily makes for her, and tries to look confident and well-informed, but not smug, no, never smug. “I know... about the, uh, goop, of course. I know how one accomplishes this.”

The woman gives a bemused smile. “Thanks! Not too shabby yourself.” She leans in closer. “I'm actually in school for it.”

“School?” Pearl casts desperately back to what she's heard from Steven and Greg's often hasty instruction. That was for educating human children, wasn't it? She'd put one together for Steven that one time, with desks and a blackboard… and Connie attended one regularly...

“Yeah, kind of a late game career change.” Pearl nods along as she realises - or, rather, remembers - she is absolutely terrible at gauging human ages. “But I thought... after almost 30 years in accounting and not going anywhere I wanted to be going... it’s not like we have all the time in the world, right? So I figured, why not? Go for something I'm actually invested in and that I've always wanted to do, y'know?”

“Oh. Oh yes, yes I do.” And for once, she really does. Well, not the time-related bit, perhaps, but the very particular delight of getting to pursue one’s genuine interests after a long while of being denied? Absolutely. “I’ve done something of the sort myself, actually. Go for it! As they, uh, say.”

The dramatic gesture of almost punching the air with a closed triumphant/defiant fist might have been a tad over the top, but it wins her a smile that doesn’t seem unkind. The woman winks and tips her glass at Pearl, then finishes her drink - something sweet-smelling and almost as colourful as her hair.

“I had a classmate do this one for me, and I did hers after.” Pearl is nodding along again, leaning in to hear better as the woman’s voice dips lower. “I kind of like to experiment, push the limits, go wild with it. Hey. You interested? Promise I won’t go too wild on you.”

Pearl's mind goes blank there for a moment. The woman is… very close, and there are unignorable implications unrelated to hair styling so obvious here even she is picking up on them without issue, and the music hasn’t gotten any quieter. Interested in what, exactly, she wants to ask, but she came here for wild new experiences and exciting novelty, didn’t she, so instead comes out with a rather strangled-sounding: “Eughhhhh...uhhh.... Ye...s?”

The woman’s expression goes serious. “Hey, come on, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

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Forge Showdown AU - aka in a twist of fate Bismuth poofs Rose during their confrontation and revelations happen that change the course of… well, pretty much everything - one of a bunch of AUs where the PD reveal happens earlier and under different circumstances (I had an idea of doing a 5+1 of those at one point).

The glow of the lava coloured the quickly dissipating smoke more orange-red than pale pink, and Bismuth stared numbly at where their revered leader, Rose Quartz herself, had been standing mere moments ago. She’d lashed out, true, but she hadn’t really been expecting the clumsy blow - more of a warning, or underlining a point in their continued argument-turned-fight - to land. In all their many sparring sessions, Rose had never succumbed to something like that, would have never so much as let it brush against her. But she’d been- frozen, distracted… by what?

There, scraping softly against the ground as it rolled with leftover momentum...

That was not a rose quartz gem.

Bismuth raked her mind feverishly, thought back through the last few, oddly blurred seconds.

“We’re not using this, Bismuth! It’d make us just as bad as them!”

“No! You’re the one who’s as bad as them- look at you, lording over all of us, thinking it’s your right to command me, order me around, like you’re, what, my diamond?”

It… it had to be some kind of imposter, or spy. Right? Some kind of… awful Homeworld plan, trying to tear the Rebellion apart from the inside. Where was Rose, then? The real one? Captured? Being interrogated somewhere, her whereabouts kept strictly secret to minimise the chance of rescue? Shattered? Impossible, they’d never hear the end of the victorious crowing.

When could it have happened? The last few battles and meetings had been nothing out of the ordinary, and Bismuth couldn’t think of anything odd or off about Rose recently at all. Not a single hint or sign that anything was amiss. Not a single misstep. Homeworld would have trained and conditioned its agents well, but Rose- Rose was singular, and utterly one-of-a-kind, and how could they possibly capture all of it so perfectly-

Bismuth startled out of her thoughts as the beginnings of light seemed to gather in the core of the gem, and all but threw herself onto it, encasing it in a bubble.

Rose was rather special, wasn’t she? And not just in what she said or what she did or how she behaved or what she led and encouraged them to do, but…

Her endless array of wondrous powers. Her sheer strength, overpowering ruby fusions and quartz battalions alike almost single-handedly. The healing which Bismuth herself had been on the receiving, lifesaving end of countless times. The way she called upon the organic creatures of the planet to fight for her, fighting in their name. And then, her regular absences. The way she seemed to know exactly what the Homeworld troops were up to - that wasn’t just some kind of tactical brilliance.

She dared to look at the gem again. Its hue was changed some by the bubble, but that was still in no way a rose quartz gem. No, it was an altogether different shape, but a terrifyingly familiar one.

But it made no sense!

Bismuth ran a slightly trembling hand down her face.

Pearl. Of course, Pearl would have to know, if anyone. About… whatever this was.

But if this, if she was… her, then Pearl-

Bismuth’s insides twisted in horrible ways as the implications began to flitter through her mind, each one worse than the one before it. There was the old call-and-response ringing in her ears, making her feel disoriented and sick with what had to be the beginnings of anger, could grow into a great fury, leaving her unnecessary breaths ragged: Who do you belong to? Nobody!

But-

Not Pearl, then. At least, not at first. Garnet. Garnet would know, and Garnet could See. They’d get to the bottom of this.

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A metric ton of rebellion era ficlets, vignettes from my eeeEEeeEEeeEEE Bismuth collection mostly, which I’ve been accumulating since 2016 and have only posted some - Pearl, Rose, Garnet, Bismuth centric, occasionally with my takes on namedropped characters, some of which would now need an update to match actual canon.

Snowflake was there, held in Garnet’s arms. The familiar pattern of white speckles on black skin, the tight silver coils of hair sticking out every which way.

“We got her back. She wanted to see you.”

“Me? And you just listened to her? Are you out of your mind? How can I help? Have you taken her to Rose? If her gem- if she-”

“I’m right here!” Snowflake struggled out of Garnet’s hold, and stood up - wobbly, barely upright, but determined, on those legs that ran circles around Homeworld, and ran interference and messages faster than any Wailing Stone, in a pinch. “And I’m fine!”

“You don’t look fine, Snowy- listen, please just-”

Snowflake walked up to her, not stumbling a single time, and, gritting her teeth, looked right at her. The hairline fractures in her gem were visible from here, and Bismuth couldn’t help a wince. “Snowflake, come on-”

“I didn’t tell them anything.”

Bismuth wanted to clutch her to her chest and scream a thousand things at her, but You don’t have to prove anything to me and I’m proud of you and I’m going to make them pay for ever laying a finger on you all waged a war in her throat.

In the end she just settled on holding her close, very gently, until Garnet left, unheard, and came back with Rose, tears already in abundance.

[Later:] “I never properly thanked you, Garnet. For bringing Snowflake back.”

Garnet shrugged. “It was a group effort.”

A familiar voice sounded at the entrance to the Forge. “Now come along, it’s just here. Bismuth? Do you have a moment?”

“You know I always have time for you, Pearl,” she called back, putting her current project away. “What did you nee- oh.”

Bismuth blinked.

“Uh... wow,” was the only thing she could manage as pearl after pearl filed into her Forge, soon taking up most of the space around the anvil in impressively neat rows. “New recruits? A whole bunch of you, too.”

“Yes, well,” Pearl made her way to the front of the group, carefully avoiding brushing against the others on her way. She was fidgeting again, long fingers tangling and untangling rapidly, and that was one sure sign of mounting distress. “Garnet and I had planned out an attack on one of Blue Diamond’s supply lines. There was supposed to be a shipment of weapons coming in today, but it turns out it was… pearls.”

There was something rather off about Pearl’s tone, too. Bismuth made a note to ask later, and do her best to catch her alone.

“Well, all the better for us. Nice to have you all on board.” Her jovial tone was only slightly forced - the pearls all looked like they clearly needed something resembling friendliness, but their skittishness was palpable. She turned towards a pale green pearl right at the front of the group. “Now, what do I call you?”

There was nothing but mild confusion, vague fear, and general quiet shuffling. “No ideas yet? Don’t worry about it! There’s plenty of time to decide and find something that fits.”

[she does indeed manage to talk to Pearl alone, later]

“What’s the real problem, Pearl? You can’t fool me. I can tell something’s wrong.”

The rather flimsy front finally crumbled at that.

“I just… we- we took out the citrines they’d sent with the shuttle, and Garnet boosted me up so I could force the hatch open and I did, but then...” Pearl let out a distressed little half-sigh half-sob, one hand gesturing weakly. “They were all looking at me so wide-eyed and...”

She took a moment to at least attempt to collect herself.

“I don’t mind having them here, it’s not that at all. It’s just that… we were standing there, with all these newly-made pearls and… obviously I couldn’t just leave them there, in the middle of nowhere! And after what we did, whoever found them, they’d just have them shattered. Because of me. They were compromised. You’ve heard what they do now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard. They’re the monsters, Pearl, and it’s not on you. It’s not you doing that to pearls, it’s them.”

“But it is on me! It quite literally is because of me, because of what I did, and continue to do. I made myself visible and played at being important and look what it got us,” Pearl was near tears, a frustrated blue colouring her face, “a handful of runaways and the rest being treated worse than ever.”

The tears were out in full force after that, and Bismuth put an arm around Pearl’s shaking shoulders. “Hey, hey, none of that.”

“We ended up taking them with us, but it feels like… it feels like I forced them to come here. Is it really any better than what Homeworld does? All I did was say you’re going to be rebels instead of you’re going to serve and they never got a say in anything.”

“Have you asked them?”

“They don’t know what-”

“Hey. Just ask them, okay? Ask them what they want. We can help them either way. Of course I’d love them to stay. But it’s not up to me, and if they want to go to wherever it was they were supposed to go- we can do that, too.”

[Rose discovers her healing tears in a dramatic fashion - they come up with the idea to make the fountain - and thanks to Save the Light we have a pretty good idea of who lovingly made all those statues]

She gently wiped away some of the chiselling dust with the flat of her thumb, just like a tear. A magnificent, healing, life-giving tear.

This was familiar work. But with none of the endless chafing, none of the hated reminders of her former station - Bismuth couldn’t find anything in herself but reverence. And… inspiration. She was a Gem, stars knew she didn’t need rest, breaks, anything of the sort, but still - this pace wasn’t something she’d felt driven to in a long, long while. All day under the burning summer sun, and every night under the light of her own gem. All alone, as the sanctuary took form under her hands.

To get the curls just right, tiny detail by tiny detail, somehow communicate the softness of those cheeks in stone… it took drawing upon the very depths of her well of skill, because how else could she ever hope to capture the likeness of someone as extraordinary as Rose Quartz?

With small, careful movements, she formed the roundness of the lips that could spit fiery words of rebellion, inspire like no other, scowl fiercely in the heat of battle, smile contagiously, bellow out an outrageous fireside guffaw, murmur comforts so softly, kiss…

And then she did it again, and again, and again.

[in the end, Rose is presented with a veritable shrine to herself]

“Rose? Is something wrong? You… don’t like it?”

“No, no, Bismuth, it’s… it’s incredible.” The smile Rose turned on her was as beautiful as anything, but it wasn’t hard to notice it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

#steven universe #oathkeeper writes things #INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO:#pearl #bismuth #rose quartz #bispearl #pearlrose #daemon au #the pearletariat #pearl playing the field #those stars of brightest magnitude #let's get down to bismuth #steven universe future #i love pearls just... bury me in a big pile of pearls honestly #endless wip pile #fanfiction #my fic

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jaehoneey · 5 years

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Trigger

» series: secret relationship au

» changbin x reader

» angst, slight fluff

» setting: modern Korea

» warnings: mentions of guns, blades, and death

The fourth time you fell in love, you wished he pulled the trigger.

This lifetime was different from the past three; you were in a place you didn’t want to be in. You stumbled upon trouble without looking for it, and you really wished that you could just get out.

When you were younger, your dad was always out, and your other dad was never around. Whenever you asked your dad about him, he would stop what we was doing, tell you to go to your room, and when you’d fallen asleep, he’d go to you, and kiss your forehead, whispering a quiet I’m sorry. When you got older, you understood why.

You didn’t choose this life, this life chose you. Your dad was a known mafia boss, and you just happened to be his only child, therefore making you the heiress to the empire that he was building. And he was so close, so close to finishing his job when someone finished him.

And that’s why you’re in the situation you’re in now; tied up to a chair, a gun pointed at your head, and yet, you didn’t feel any fear.

“Kill her,” the woman said, “son, just kill her.”

“But mom,” the boy retorted, “she’s pretty.”

You stiffened upon hearing those words-- maybe it was a flashback from your lifetime with Chan, maybe because you didn’t like how it came out in this context, maybe it was both.

The woman hummed and you brought your eyes up to her from the floor.

“She is, isn’t she?” She chuckled. “What do you plan to do with her?”

The gun was pulled away from your head and you swallowed the sigh of relief that wanted to come out, your stomach free from all the jitters; yeah, you weren’t scared, but you were nervous as fuck.

“Why don’t you just kill me?” You asked as you snapped your head to the son. “I’m better off dead.”

“True, you dying would mean less competition,” the boy agreed, “but like I said, you’re pretty.” He then turned to his mom and answered her question with a shrug. “Ruin her. I’m sure she knows how these things work. She doesn’t follow, she gets hurt, or worse. Killed.”

You figured you had no way out as the mom and son exchanged a look. It was no doubt that the mom was pleased with how her son was dealing with things, and without another word, she and her men left the room, leaving you alone with the boy you didn’t even know the name of.

“I swear to god,” you started, “you touch me, I’ll cut your finger off.”

The guy crouched down as he sighed, and in one swift motion, instead of a gun in his hand, it was a blade. You squirmed, you never liked the way knives cut into your skin, the stinging pain lasting longer than necessary, and you hated how anything could be varied. With guns, all you needed was the gun you were used to and the ammo, one shot to the head, you’re dead. But with blades? It varied in length, size, thickness, sharpness, bluntness, and the way it was used. You could either scratch someone or fully stab them, and sometimes, you couldn’t even control it.

“Relax, princess,” he said as he slightly ruffled his hair, not meeting your eyes, “the only reason I’ll be touching you,” his hand met yours, “would be to do this.”

You felt the restraints snap off your left hand followed by your right. You rubbed your wrists lightly as he removed the restraints from your waist and legs as well, and you stood up, not hesitating to disarm the boy of his blade to point it at him. He only chuckled, not even flinching as you held the tip of the blade against his neck, slightly piercing it to draw a trickle of blood.

“Unlike you, I’m quite used to the sting of blades. Almost make me feel at home.” He said. “And the pain coming from you? You’ll see that in time, you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.”

But you never did, and he understood, Changbin understood. Even though he had freed you from your physical restraints, those were nothing compared to the invisible restraints he had on you for he also had restraints from his mom. For months, you stayed in his room, for months you had to go through physical pain in order to convince his mom that he was ruining you; it was literally the only thing keeping you alive.

And today was the worst-- his mom had come to watch.

You were dragged back to the room where you were gun-held, and his mom was just sitting there, eyeing you carefully. “I couldn’t touch your dad,” she sighed deeply, “but now, seeing my son ruin you? I’m quite disappointed that your dear daddy couldn’t see how much pain you’re going through, that’s how I could’ve hurt him, I now realize. Your dad was invincible,” she chuckled dryly, “but I can’t say the same for his little heiress.”

She turned her gaze to Changbin. “Cut her.”

Changbin didn’t hesitate, not even for a second, and soon you felt a blade slicing into your skin, deeper than you liked, deeper than you were used to. You pulled away, hissing as you turned and glared at him. His face was emotionless, but his eyes, his eyes betrayed him. With the amount of months you had been with him, seen every side there was to see, you learned to read his movements, understand his actions, hear his words, and look in his eyes-- especially at times like this. He had talked to you before today, telling you that he had to really hurt you, to the point where you could even come out limping, but he would do everything to prevent that from happening.

And at this very moment, his eyes were screaming apologies.

Minutes into the fucked up entertainment, Mrs. Seo figured that she was satisfied enough.

“Throw her out tomorrow,” she said, “I’ve heard enough of her screams and whimpers. Tonight,” she smiled sickly, “tonight, you make her moan.”

When you returned to Changbin’s room, he immediately set you down on his bed as he ran to his bathroom and came back with a wet cloth and a first-aid kit. He cleaned your cuts with soft apologies spilling out of his lips all the time, he kissed them softly before applying ointment and bandaging them up, and last, he wiped your cheeks from the dried and fresh tears that were flowing down.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered again, “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you replied, just as softly, “we do everything we can to survive, don’t we?”

He hesitated for a moment before his thumb made its way down to your bottom lip, brushing it gently. “You were just unlucky enough to end up here, with me.”

You jutted out your lips to gently kiss his thumb. He looked up at you with big eyes, blinking rapidly. “Or maybe I was lucky,” you retorted, “I’d like to think that.”

“Y/n,” he called out, “how the fuck is you being hurt physically and emotionally lucky?”

“What makes you think you’re hurting me emotionally as well?”

He slightly stood up and rested his arms on either side of you, leaning forward so slowly, so cautiously, as if he was scared to hurt you again for the hundreth time today.

“Changbin,” you cupped his cheek with your hand when he was close enough, “you could never hurt me. Ever since the day you explained yourself to me,” he leaned closer, “you could never.”

He searched your eyes and as you looked into his, you were surprised to see love and adoration glimmering in them. You and Changbin rarely had moments like these-- the most he would do would be tending to your wounds and made sure you healed properly, or warning you that he’d have to hurt you the same night he warned you.

But this, this, was different.

Without another word, he placed his lips on yours and you kissed him back without thinking twice. First, it was slow and steady, gentle and cautious, hesitant. But as the moments passed, you both became bolder; your hands wrapping around his neck as he pushed you down to the mattress. He licked your bottom lip for entrance and you allowed him in, deepening the kiss. After some time, he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, letting out a shaky breath.

“I love you.”

The words struck you, made a warmth spread across your chest. When was the last time you actually heard those words being said to you, with such love and admiration? It was Chan. The lifetime with Chan. It was only that time.

And now, Changbin had said it.

“I love you, too.”

You knew what was going to happen next. You felt so happy and content. You knew what was going to happen next, you just didn’t know how.

All you knew was that one moment, you were asleep next to Changbin, then the next, you were being dragged (once again) in the halls of the mansion, gunshots and shouts heard. Your eyes shot open as you looked at the man who was carrying you.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” he said as he rounded a corner, “when your other dad died, I couldn’t bring myself to come back. I’m so sorry I took so long, my daughter.”

You swallowed thickly. “D-dad?”

“Your other dad, dear. I think you know how the world works.”

When you got out of the doors, your dad gently put you down, and your eyes immediately met Changbin’s. Beside him were his moms, glaring at the man behind you.

“You think you can kill my husband, and torture my daughter, and get away with it?” The man asked. “You are very, very, mistaken, Mrs. Seo.”

“Oh please,” she spat, “your daughter was only fun for a bit. We were supposed to throw her out today.”

You heard the sound of a gun clicking, and before you could identify where it had come from, both of the women were on the ground, dead. You looked at your dad in fear, the gun in his hand slowly aiming to Changbin as he looked at you.

“Is he the one who’s been torturing you?” He asked sternly, a large contrast to how he was talking to you earlier. “Is he the one hurting you?”

“N-no, dad, please,” you cried out, your heart ripping itself apart-- the scene was so familiar, so familiar, “he’s different.”

“That’s what they want you to believe,” your dad had fully aimed at Changbin and you looked at the boy, who didn’t even seem afraid, “but that’s not who they are.”

Just as your dad pulled the trigger, you pushed his hand, hoping the bullet had met the ground. But as you turned your head, your knees wobbled. It had still found Changbin, but instead of lodging itself in his head, it had lodged itself in his abdomen.

“Changbin!” You shouted as you rushed over to him. “Changbin, no.” You applied pressure on his abdomen area and his hands rested on top of yours. “Shit, Changbin, please, stay with me, stay with me.”

“It’s okay, y/n,” he said weakly, “it’s okay. I deserve it. For hurting y-you. L-look at me, please, look at me.”

Even with tears streaming down, you looked at him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Changbin, I really didn’t mean to.”

His hold on your hand tightened. “You could never hurt me, y/n,” he smiled, “you could never.”

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thenamesseven · 5 years

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Warnings: Swearing aaaand some more angst, sorry :3

Jaebum sat by himself in the kitchen, legs crossed under the table and eyebrows almost becoming one thanks to the frown adorning his face. His eyes were glued on the toasts he had cooked for breakfast as he listened to his own thoughts, the ones telling him that what he told you last night was probably a huge mistake. Feeling guilty for what was happening was definitely alright but what he couldn’t do was take his frustrations and anger out on Jackson and you, after all, you two didn’t know about his past with Jinyoung yet. Jaebum knew he should talk about it, if not with Jinyoung then with Jackson or you first but he was truly ashamed of what he did, of how he ended things with the other male and he feared being judged for it even when he knew he kind of deserved it.

The snores of his friends as background noise was starting to irritate him, when Jaebum was frustrated domestic sounds such as snoring, chewing, kissing or even laughing could turn his mood into a worse one, it had a name, something related to the brain that you once explained to him after investigating about it but now that you weren’t here he couldn’t remember the word for it.

“Did you sleep here?”

Youngjae’s husky yet sleepy tone forced Jaebum to abandon his thoughts for a second to pay attention to one of his most precious friends, maybe he was wrong but Jaebum saw as a good idea to talk about the issue with someone from outside, someone who wasn’t involved in this love circle that only seemed to be troubling the ones in them. Youngjae didn’t know about Jinyoung and his relationship either but he wouldn’t judge, the male wasn’t like that.

“Jackson kicked me out last night” Jaebum admitted, keeping his eyes down on the mug that was still filled with coffee which was slowly turning cold, as cold as his mood.

Youngjae understood right there why you had message him, asking for Jaebum, really early in the morning. The male didn’t understood how could you love two guys at the same time but he knew that as long as it made the three of you happy he wouldn’t say anything about it. The fact that you worried about one of the guys while you still had the other besides you, showed Youngjae that you genuinely cared about both of them equally.

“He did?” Youngjae poured himself some coffee, his eyes barely opened since he had jumped out of bed mere seconds ago. He turned around and approached the table, sitting on the chair that was across from Jaebum’s “What did you do?”

Jaebum looked up at his friend and sighed, shaking his head quietly “Why are you assuming I did something?”

“Apart from the fact that you were the one being kicked out, you have a ‘I fucked up pretty bad’ look on your face so tell me, what did you do?”

“I basically said our relationship wasn’t supposed to happen, that (Y/N) shouldn’t come to the tour because that would probably make everything worse between us and that we were a mess” Jaebum used the three things he regretted saying the most to resume the talk Jackson and him had when you were supposedly waiting for them in bed. He knew you too well and unfortunately, Jaebum knew deep down in his heart that you hadn’t listened to Jackson and stayed out of the bedroom to hear everything they talked about.

Youngjae sat there quietly, looking down at his coffee “Did you mean all those things?” He suddenly asked, breaking the silence between them “Because if you meant two out of those three things then you really shouldn’t be with them just because it sounds like you really don’t want to be in that kind of relationship anymore”

Jaebum felt a soft pain in his chest as soon as the thought of leaving Jackson and you was brought up, he didn’t want that “No, I was just stressed and while I understand what Jinyoung is saying I also-”

“I’m sorry but Jinyoung?” Youngjae’s question caught Jaebum’s attention once again, making the male frown as he waited for him to keep talking “What does he have to do with your relationship exactly?”

“What do you mean Youngjae?” Jaebum asked running his fingers through his hair, something that clearly said he was starting to become stressed.

“As far as I know you’re with (Y/N) and Jackson, right?” He asked taking a sip from his coffee, acting as if they were having the most casual conversation ever “Then why does his opinion matter so much to you?”

“You saw how he got with (Y/N)” Jaebum quickly replied, not even taking a second to think about what he was going to respond “He’s the only one not accepting what we’re doing, I genuinely expected all of you to be shocked but not to react his way” He took a deep breath before continuing “I know it’s dangerous for the whole group, I know it would turn our lives upside down if for some reason somebody finds out what we’re doing but I love them Youngjae with my whole heart, with my entire being...I know that if I let them go, it will be something that I’ll regret for my whole life”

“Then why didn’t you tell them the things you’re telling me right now? Why did you say the opposite to what they were expecting to hear?”

“I said the same words to somebody I had feelings for a long time ago” Jaebum admitted looking down to his hands “I was cold and way too scared to face the situation and make a decision taking into consideration the feelings he had for me” He leaned back against his chair quietly, staring at the ceiling “He used the same points I made back then when we broke up against me, how could I say he’s wrong when I was the one who came up with those ideas in the beginning? Wouldn’t it be too hypocritical of me?” He scoffed frustrated, looking at his mug trying to decipher his confusing feelings

“People change” Youngjae answered out of nowhere, suddenly breaking the tense silence that had settled between them “Our thoughts change, our feelings change” He looked at Jaebum and sighed, the mess he was in was one way too big for him to face it alone, it was overwhelming him, something that has never happened “Maybe you were too young to understand what was going on, what your feelings for that person were and before it became more confusing you just cut it off so now that you’re more mature and have found the right person...Well...People” He corrected himself with a small smile “You’re ready to face the risks a relationship brings” He reached out to pat his back, willing to give him some comfort that he was unconsciously seeking for “You can’t be blamed for loving someone, maybe you can be blamed for ending whatever you had with the previous person in a wrong way but not for the way you feel Jaebum”

Youngjae patted his back one last time before he stood up just right when, Jinyoung walked into the kitchen abruptly stopping on his steps when his eyes landed on Jaebum’s figure sitting by the table. He just needed to look at his face for a second to see all the evident signs of frustration and tiredness adorning his delicate features and even when he blamed himself for making Jaebum suffer a little, Jinyoung saw him sleeping at the dorms as some kind of victory, something that indicated he was one step further from you yet one closer to him.

Jinyoung couldn’t say he hated you, he just felt a slight dislike towards you. Not only you had stolen every single possibility Jinyoung might have had with Jaebum but it seemed like you needed two males to be perfectly happy. He saw you as someone greedy, someone arrogant hiding behind a cute yet adorable mask that only he could see through. The moment he found out about your relationship with his two mates Jinyoung knew he needed to make the others see you weren’t who you said you were and that you only were playing games with them.

“Morning” Youngjae said, looking at Jinyoung before his eyes landed back on Jaebum “Can I leave? Or will you attempt to murder him like Jackson did?” He asked with an eyebrow raised, seriously hesitating if he should leave the room.

“Too tired for that” Jaebum replied, still staring down at his coffee that had turned cold at this point, Jinyoung raised one of his eyebrows, looking at the male in front of him “He can’t talk if his dead and I need to sort this out, the sooner the better, thanks for talking with me Youngjae”

Youngjae nodded quietly, glancing at Jinyoung before finally leaving the kitchen, leaving Jaebum alone with the person he least wanted to see at the moment. It was not that he hated or disliked him, in fact, Jinyoung was a pretty important person for Jaebum, the male had been his best friend, bandmate, brother and you could even consider him his first love but now as he watched how he calmly prepared his coffee without a bit of regret after the chaos he had set in your relationship, Jaebum wondered if Jinyoung had turned into an absolute stranger.

“What do you want to talk about?” The male asked breaking the silence, leaning back against the counter with his eyes glued to Jaebum

��The weather” Jaebum responded sarcastically “Sit down Jinyoung, you and I need to solve some issues before this gets worse”

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By the time you opened one of your eyes Jackson had placed the hundreth kiss on your face, he was incredibly affectionate when he knew you probably weren’t feeling in a great mood and it wasn’t that you didn’t like it but giving into his kisses would make more complicated the plan you sorted out last night in your mind before going to sleep.

“Morning kitten” He whispered with a big, goofy smile on his face, leaning down again to press a kiss against your lips this time. When you closed your eyes and let out a quiet sigh, Jackson groaned, telling you in his baby language that he wanted affection and you weren’t giving it to him “I cooked breakfast” You curiously opened your eyes to look around, spotting a plate of pancakes on his legs awaiting to be eaten by you “So you open your eyes for food but not for me huh? You big traitor” Jackson reached out and started tickling your side.

He felt himself relaxing when the beautiful sound of your giggles started filling the room, last night when he kicked Jaebum out he had been worried as hell about everything. Jackson had threatened Jaebum to take you away from him without discussing it with you first, the last thing he wanted to do was making you feel as some kind of possession they both were fighting for but he wasn’t joking when he said he wouldn’t hesitate to take you away from him if Jaebum didn’t change his attitude.

“What can I say? Pancakes satisfy my stomach” You sighed jokingly, licking your lips when Jackson handed you the tray that had your breakfast on it. A plate of pancakes with chocolate syrup, orange juice and some coffee to wake you up even more.

“But I satisfy your pussy” Jackson’s sentence made you choke on the sip of coffee you were drinking, stealing some laughter from his lips and making a hard blush appear on your cheeks.

“Asshole” You muttered taking the first bite of pancakes, quietly moaning in delight at the delicious flavor. Jackson was a good cook when he wanted to be, if he didn’t feel like cooking and you forced him to he would find a way to accidentally setting your kitchen on fire. “Did you have breakfast already?” You asked looking at him, chewing with your mouth closed.

“Yeah” Jackson’s smiled faltered and your eyes were quick to notice that “I woke up kind of early and was too hungry to wait for my sleeping beauty” He leaned closer to you, giving a peck to your shoulder “I’m sorry baby” He was lying, you had noticed him constantly moving last night, he probably had trouble sleeping since Jaebum wasn’t there with the both of you. That’s how your relationship worked, if one of the three of you wasn’t there, the other two felt kind of fidgety.

“Do you know anything about Jae?” You decided to ask, this was not something you could keep putting off until it was inevitable since your relationship was in a risky place. “He didn’t sleep here in the end?” You knew he didn’t, after all, you had been the one texting Youngjae really early in the morning to make sure Jae got there safe and sound but you wanted Jackson to talk about it, you wanted to know how he felt after their argument last night.

Jackson shook his head, looking down at the blankets “He went back to the dorms to think by himself I guess” He muttered with a small shrug, the sadness in his eyes made you reach out and place your small hand on his muscular back, caressing his muscles slowly and softly in an attempt to sooth him “I want to be mad at him for what he said last night but I can’t, I’m just so worried about him and about this whole shitty situation”

“Hey everything will be alright soon, okay? You guys have to be strong” You muttered, leaning in to place a small kiss on his cheek.

Something in the words you said caught Jackson’s attention. Maybe it was the way you said them, the tone you used or even the words that you chose but in that moment Jackson couldn’t have known what you were saying, there was no way in this world for him to know what you were planning to do.

“How about we get dressed and head to the dorms to talk things out with Jaebum?” You asked looking at him hesitating, not knowing if he would accept your proposition or not, this would be just crucial for your plan.

“First breakfast, a little bit of cuddling, showers and then we go get some lunch for Jae and us, deal?” Jackson asked glancing back at you

“Deal”

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“I’m telling you Jinyoung, what we do isn’t your business, stop trying to destroy what we have”

Jaebum was tired of repeating the same sentences over and over again. He had spent around thirty minutes trying to explain Jinyoung why he couldn’t break up with Jackson and you but the other male didn’t want to admit it, he just didn’t want to lose his chances with Jaebum not realizing his behaviour was only frustrating the latter even more.

“I just don’t accept it Jaebum, your putting your careers in danger” Jinyoung insisted, noticing the deep menacing sigh that left the male’s lips.

“I won’t fucking care about my career if that means living without them” Jaebum was starting to swear which was a sign of him losing his cool and trust me when I say nobody should want to deal with a Jaebum that has lost his cool.

“I mean Jackson could stay but she has to get out of the picture, you’re only putting your reputation and hers in danger Jaebum”

Jaebum slammed his fist against the table as hard as he could and by the strength of the hit, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he ended up with one or two knuckles broken. He stood up, throwing his chair back against the wall and leaned on the table, staring into Jinyoung’s eyes. Jinyoung’s heart was beating so fast at the moment that he thought he would have a heart attack right there, Jackson had already punched him once so he wasn’t descarting the idea of Jaebum doing the same too.

“She’s staying in the fucking picture, it’s either with her or without us Jinyoung so you better grow accustomed to my relationship” Jaebum talked lowly which was way more threatening than when he shouted

Rage flowed through Jinyoung’s veins, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, that he would still choose you after all “Then don’t be surprised if somebody accidentally exposes the three of you” He didn’t know where the threat came from, Jinyoung didn’t even know if he would do something like that but in that moment his mouth acted faster than his brain and he didn’t had a chance to stop it.

Jaebum smiled mad, frustrated and so so angry that he felt as he could kill his best friend with his own hands in that moment. Staring at his own hands, the male shook his head quietly before looking back up at Jinyoung “I would like to see you try Jinyoung” He mumbled, raising one of his hands to point at him “Pull us down and I swear to God, I swear on my own fucking life that you’ll drown with us”

“You’re not in a position to be threatening now Jaebum, careful” Jinyoung warned again, body tense “I told you to choose between her and GOT7”

“No, you’re making me choose between her and you and you just can’t accept that I would choose her over you every single time, every single chance I got because I love her and because what I felt for you died a long time ago”

Jaebum knew he might have been a bit harsh with his words but he was desperate to make Jinyoung snap out of whatever thought he was having about exposing the relationship, he needed Jinyoung to stop being childish and get over the situation like an adult would but instead Jinyoung only stood by the kitchen’s door looking at him with the most serious yet determined face he ever had.

“You made your decision” He said quietly, turning around to get out of the room “Never say I didn’t warn you”

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Jackson stepped out of the steamy bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he expected to find you laying on the bed all comfortable and ready to go but instead, he walked into an empty room.

He knew something was wrong as soon as he didn’t spot your stuff on the bedside table. “No, no, no, no this can’t be happening”

He walked deeper into the bedroom and started looking for you like a frantic man, like a father who had lost his child but everything had vanished, there were only a few clothes in your side of the wardrobe, your phone and wallet were nowhere to be found and your suitcase had vanished with you. His hands were shaking, his breathing turned irregular and his heart was pounding against his ribcage as his brain still tried to assimilate you weren’t there.

Maybe you were with Jaebum, yeah, you had to be with him.

When he reached out to grab his phone Jackson noticed the folded piece of paper on his side of the pillow, a quiet whimper escaped his lips, a sound that the guys would have made fun of because he sounded like a scared little girl but Jackson’s nightmare, losing you, was turning into a reality, something he thought it would never happen.

Sitting down on the mattress, the male unfolded the paper and his teary eyes quickly started scanning the words.

Don’t hate me for what I did but last night I came to the conclusion that this will be way easier for Jaebum and you if I’m not in the picture. Jinyoung made me realize how dangerous I was for your guys’ careers and as Jaebum said I really do not want to be the reason you guys throw away your dreams.

I love you with all my heart and soul and I will never ever forget the wonderful moments we lived together. Don’t search for me, don’t get in trouble.

Be there for each other and love each other as if I was still there. Be happy guys, do it for me.

I will love you forever.

Jackson crumpled the paper so hard that his knuckles turned white, he tossed the paper as far away as he could, finally allowing the tears to fall down his cheeks.

“She’s gone” He said out loud to himself, sobbing in a really, really quiet voice “She’s gone”

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Doki Doki Pretty Cure: Robots in Disguise Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Fixit and Sebastian's teamwork! Chaos in the jungle!

-Location: Yotsuba mansion, Autobots base-

Another day, another new stuff going to happen. Rikka and Raquel were chilling with Sideswipe while Grimlock just keep admiring his new Autobot symbol on his shoulder plates that Fixit just replaced it. He always continue to ask if the symbol fitted him.

"Do you think my new Autobot symbol look so awesome?" he grinned.

Sideswipe knew it that would happen. He couldn't help but groaned. "For the hundreth times, Grim. It really looks good on you." and he thought Strongarm was already annoyed him enough.

"I know!" Grimlock exclaimed. "It's pretty awesome!"

"It really is." a voice spoke up. It was Alice. At least Grimlock knew she always patience. "Glad for you to be back, Grim."

Her guardian grinned down at her while Sideswipe just rolled his optics. "Come on, Sideswipe. At least be kind and patience to Grim." Rikka told him.

"I know that but-" he was cut off.

"There shall be no excuses-quel." that made Sideswipe groaned in annoyance and pouted.

"Speaking of which, where's Mana and Makoto?" Alice asked.

Rikka looked up at her. "I think they went on a patrol or something with Bumblebee and Strongarm."

"But I thought Strongarm said she wanted to go on a solo patrol-quel?"

Sideswipe sighed once more before getting up and walks off. "Where are you going, Sideswipe?"

"I'm just gonna go and help Fixit with something so that Grim doesn't bother me or something."

"Hey!" Grimlock protested.

"Now, now, calm down, Grim." her human partner reassured her.

Lance looked at the blue dog fairy. "They went on the patrol without us-de lance?"

"They said they will be back soon-quel."

"Well, I'm glad everyone is getting together-de lance." well, actually...

They heard a crash or an explosion noise. "Well, almost-quel..."

"What's going on over there?"

"Let's go and check it out."

They all walked over to see what is happening.

-Location: At the road-

Strongarm was driving along the road at the other side of the forest. Raquel was right. She was on the solo patrol...well with Makoto and Dabyi, of course.

"Personal journal." Strongarm spoke up. "I have driven 2000 miles from the mansion, and my pistons are postively tingling."

"Uh, are you sure you want to do this alone, Strongarm?" Makoto told her.

"We should have tell Bumblebee and the others first before we left-davi." Dabyi sighed.

"Come on, you two." her guardian replied. "We can do this together. Successfully completing this mission might mean a promotion. Sergeant Strongarm and her friends, Makoto and Dabyi. Or Lieutenant Strongarm. Or President Strongarm!"

Both Makoto and Dabyi sweatdrops. They were about to speak up again until Fixit com-link them.

"Cadet Strongarm, come in."

the Mini-Con spoke up.

"Status report."

Strongarm groaned. "Hasn't change since you asked me 12 minutes ago, Fixit. Is it really necessary to-"

"Yes."

Fixit bluntly replied.

"When Bumblebee agreed, after weeks of begging and pleading on your part, to let you go on your first solo outing with Makoto and Dabyi, you promise to check in every 10 minutes. Anyway, how're you holding up, Miss Makoto and Dabyi?"

"We're doing alright, Fixit." Makoto answered.

"Except that we need to informed to others first before we left-davi..."

Although you can't see but Strongarm clearly rolling her optics. "It's a simple recon mission."

"What you are doing now is investigating a Decepticon signal."

Fixit pointed out.

The girl just sighed and crossed her arms while listening to their conversation. "Possible signal, Fixit. If it is real, I'll call for backup, like I promised 37 times before I--" she didn't even finished her sentence when they all heard an explosion in the com-link. "Fixit..?"

"Oh dear...I'll, uh, be right back...!"

Fixit ended in com-link, leaving them so confused.

"Hey, Makoto, Strongarm, you might wanna might look behind you-davi..."

The cadet adjust her left wing mirror car and spotted something coming towards them.

"Could it be Bumblebee?" Makoto wondered.

Strongarm groaned as she took a sharp turn to the left while going to the mountain. The smoky trail was the one who following them. She drove all the way on top of the mountain and stay hidden from it. And when the vehicle stops, she leaped up and recognized the vehicle. It was Bumblebee. "You!" and beside him were Mana and Sharuru.

"Mana?"

"Sharuru-davi?"

Bumblebee transformed into his robot mode as he chuckles nervously. "This isn't how it looks, Strongarm. I just forgot to give you something before you left." he look around and picked up the rock. "It's my good luck rock. Took it on my very first mission. Must've dropped it. Right?"

Everyone went silent and Strongarm does not buy it.

"Try again-sharu." Sharuru sighed, looking at Bumblebee.

Strongarm crossed her arms and frowned. "Lieutenant, this is supposed to be my first solo mission with Makoto and Dabyi. Isn't that correct?"

"Well...technically, yes." he nodded. "But you're on a strange planet, in unfamiliar terrain. I just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened."

"But, sir. I have Makoto and Dabyi with me!"

"They aren't from this planet either!"

"Bee, Makoto has been here ever since I first become a Pretty Cure." Mana told him. "So, you don't have to worry too much."

"She has a point-davi." Dabyi nods.

"And the only bad thing happening is you are clearly demonstrating that you do not trust my abilities. Or my training." Strongarm said.

Makoto looked at her guardian and sweatdrops. "Strongarm..."

However, Bumblebee just sighed. "Okay, look, this is your mission. I'll leave you yo it."

"Thank you, sir!" she smiled, transforming into her vehicle mode and letting Makoto and Dabyi in and drove off.

Bumblebee couldn't help but sighed again. "I'm still not sure about this..."

"You worry too much-sharu."

"I'm sure they'll be fine."

"Let's...continue following them. Quietly." both Mana and Sharuru just stared in shocked as they looked at each other before sighing.

"This can't be helped-sharu..."

Bumblebee transformed into his vehicle mode and letting Mana and Sharuru in before droving off.

-Location: Yotsuba's mansion, Autobots base-

When Rikka and Alice went to check out what the explosion was, they saw that a machine blew up. Fixit was fixing Sideswipe up.

"It was Sebastian's idea to turbo-charge our spark plugs!" Sideswipe complained.

"You shouldn't be helping Sebastian with technology." Fixit told him. "He doesn't-"

"What's going on here?" Alice walked forward.

Rikka looked around. Some tools are scattered around the tools. "Everything's a mess here."

Before anyone could answer, they heard some clattering noise and turned around and saw several stasis pods falling on top of each other. They also saw Sebastian was stuck under there.

"Sebastian!" Alice and Rikka went to help him by pulling him out of the fallen stasis pods.

"And what have we here?" Fixit let out a smirk. Dang it, Fixit.

"You're not helping the case here-de lance." Lance gave him a unamused look.

"Seriously-quel..."

"Coming through." Grimlock, in his dinosaur mode, walked over and began to picked up the pods that Sebastian was under.

"Sebastian, I sincerely appreciate your efforts to improve upon our limited resources." Fixit told him. "But Cybertronian technology is simply too advanced for the human brain."

"Yeah, only big brains like ours understand complicated stuff." Grimlock added, holding a kazoo. "Like this." before handed to Rikka.

"Grim, that's a kazoo." the girl grabbed it and started to blow it, making it a sound. That startled the Dinobot a bit as Alice giggled.

Sebastian let out a 'ahem'. "Agreed, I'm no expert in Cybertronian science, but I'm a pretty handy guy and I can be a lot more help to you than just providing room, board, and a cover story."

"Well, if you really want to help, Sebastian, please fix the freaky dip--sneaky clip--*thunks*--leaky drip in your lavatory." Fixit told him with a frown. "It is frying my delicate auditory circuits!"

There was a moment of silence. However, Sebastian didn't get angry or annoyed, he only let out a soft smile and bowed. "I'll do my best."

Fixit 'hphm'ed a bit before left with Grimlock follows him. Sideswipe just looked down and shrugging before following too. Rikka looked at Sebastian.

"You didn't yell at Fixit."

"It is my duty to remain calm no matter what the situation is." he let out a smile.

"Well, some butlers are like that." Alice smiled before she and her friends followed. Sebastian just watched them walked off and frowns a bit.

-Location: At the road-

Strongarm was still driving and passed by the lake with Makoto and Dabyi still constantly hearing the cadet speaking to herself.

"Personal journal: Standing up to a superior officer was difficult, but I give myself high marks for respect and professional-"

"We don't even know what we're doing anymore-davi..." Dabyi sighed.

Makoto also sighed before she heard a signal beeping from the screen. "Is that...?"

"I am, I mean, we are, closing in on the signal. Any moment now we should-" before she could finish her sentence... "Ugh! Not again!" she drove behind the bushes.

"Let me guess, Bumblebee is still following you-davi?"

Makoto shushed her before a familiar yellow vehicle drive pass by them. Yep, it's him. Strongarm followed him behind. Later, she, in her robot mode, angrily walked towards the vehicle while peeking at the door with a frown.

"Is there a problem, officer?" he asked nervously.

"You know, it's kinda creepy when you stare us like-sharu..."

Bumblebee let Mana and Sharuru out before transforming into his robot mode.

"Sir, I thought we agreed that you had no business being on my tailpipe." Strongarm reminded him.

"He's probably cares about you-davi." Dabyi added.

"Dabyi is right." Bumblebee agreed. "Watching out for you is my business, actually."

As the two bots keep on talking, Makoto walked towards Mana. "Bee is being overprotective, isn't he?"

"Pretty much." Mana nods. "After all, it's his job as a leader, just like me watching out for you." she let out a smile. Makoto just stared at her for a while.

"I guess you're right." she smiled back.

Bumblebee continued to talk to her. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be on Earth for the first time. I-" he sighed. "I feel responsible for you."

"Lieutenant."

"I know you don't like it, but I'm coming along. Strictly as an observer."

Just then, Sharuru's ears twitched a bit as she perked up a bit.

"Sharuru, what's wrong?" Mana asked, looking at her fairy partner.

"I think I heard something-sharu..."

"Decepticon, maybe-davi?" Dabyi wondered.

"It could be it." Makoto agreed.

However, Bumblebee and Strongarm were too busy talking to each other. "You won't even know I'm there. Deal?" he said.

Strongarm just sighed. "Do I have a choice?"

"Hey, Bee." Mana called out for her guardian, catching his attention. Bumblebee looked and bend down at her.

"What is it, Mana?"

"Sharuru said she heard something."

"It could be a Decepticon."

Bumblebee stared at them for a while. "Where is it coming from?"

Sharuru's ears twitched again before looking behind her. "It's coming from over there-sharu."

"Then, let's roll." he transformed into his vehicle mode, letting Mana in before drove off.

Makoto look at her guardian. "Let's go, Strongarm. Sharuru said she sense something and we suspect a Decepticon."

Strongarm looked down at her. "But this was supposed our first solo mission and finding the Decepticon signal!"

"Sharuru can sense anything with her rabbit ears-davi." Dabyi pointed out. "I can't even do that-davi."

"It's better if we just follow them. After all, I don't mind if Mana look after me even if she's the leader of our own team. She's still my friend." the girl smiled. "Don't you consider Bee as your friend too?"

Her guardian was taken back by her words. She didn't even thought of it. She couldn't help but sighed. "Alright." she transformed into her vehicle mode and let Makoto in before following Bumblebee and Mana.

-Location: Yotsuba mansion, Autobots base-

Raquel and Lance were with Grimlock and Sideswipe, watching some television in the living room. Rikka and Alice were helping Fixit stacking some stuff until they heard a drilling sound. They turned to look Sebastian was the one doing the drilling. Unsatisfied, Fixit went over and unplugged the device, glaring at him.

"I believe we had a discussion about you and Cybertronian technology." the Mini-Con told him. Rikka and Alice went over to them, to stop them from arguing.

"Now, now, let's not started another fight." Rikka sweatdrops.

"That's right." Alice nods. "We are supposed to be a team."

However, like usual, Sebastian didn't get angry or frustrated. He just bowed. "My sincerely apologies."

The fairies, Sideswipe and Grimlock looked over at them.

"There they go again-de lance..." Lance sighed. "They are just like another version of Strongarm and Sideswipe-de lance."

"Except that Sebastian is more polite and patience, unlike Sideswipe-quel." Raquel pointed out.

Sideswipe shot them with a glare. "Hey!" he feel offended by that. Grimlock just giggled, before looking back at Fixit and Sebastian.

"I am well-versed in human emotion, based upon my viewing of a certain doctor on your television." Fixit spoke up. "He would say you have an unhealthy need to prove yourself. He would also say that you should tune in every afternoon at 3."

The fairies and the two Autobots shrugged as they all looked back at the television.

"Calm down, Fixit." Rikka reassured him. "He's trying to help."

"Isn't that right, Sebastian?" Alice asked her butler.

He nods. "That is true. After all, this is my place too."

"Well, Cybertronian technologies are very complex and complicated, so I suggest-" Fixit tried to protest.

"I understand but at least let me assist you with these."

As both Fixit and Sebastian continued to argue, Lance just yawned. "When are they gonna end the fight-de lance?"

"Probably, forever-quel..."

Sideswipe groaned. "All those fighting and quarrel really interrupting our tv shows..."

Grimlock grinned. "Can I-?" he didn't finished his sentence as they said 'No.' at the same time. He pouted. As they trying to continued to watch their show, a loud explosion can be heard from the same spot. They turned to look that Sebastian and Fixit were already covered in ashes. Rikka and Alice managed to get out of safety before the explosion happens.

"Seriously-quel...?" Raquel sweatdrops.

"Why can't we just watch our show in peace-de lance...?" Lance sighed.

-Location: In the woods-

Mana, Makoto and their Autobot guardians were walking around. They were told that Sharuru heard something because of her ears twitching.

"Hear anything yet, Sharuru?" Mana asked.

"Not yet-sharu..." her ears twitched again. "Wait, I sense something-sharu!"

"You see? The ancients have judged me worthy and bestowed upon me their roll." she heard a voice.

"Right there-sharu!" she pointed to her right. They went towards the voice is and quietly following the voice.

"Now, please tell me, is Doradus near?" they heard that voice again.

They went to have a peek from the bushes and saw a huge statue. "It's a statue." Bumblebee gasped.

"A statue talked?" Makoto blinked her eyes. But Dabyi spotted something from her right. "Look-davi!"

They turned to look and saw a frog like-Cybertronian talking to the statue. "What do these markings mean?"

"A Decepticon?" Mana wondered.

"Please share your secrets." the frog Cybertronian asked again but received no answers. "Can't speak? Or won't? Maybe this will loosen your tongue?" he used all his strength to destroy the statue, as the team cringed. "Deceiver." He then jumped to another statue. "You saw what I just did to your friends? Now tell me. Where lies the Lost City of Doradus?"

Sharuru thought this frog is out of his mind. "He's literally talk to the statue-sharu...!"

Mana just stared at the frog for a moment. Lost City of Doradus? She thought to herself. Strongarm quietly walked forward until she accidentally stepped on the twig, causing it to make a noise.

The frog quickly turned around in alarm. "Thieves! You think you can follow me to the treasure? And then what? Wrest it away? Never!" he croacked. Mana look and saw an insignia. Yep. He is a Decepticon alright.

"We're not thieves-davi!" Dabyi shouted as she floats up.

"And we aren't going to get treasure by ourselves-sharu!" Sharuru followed. "That's quite selfish-sharu!"

The Decepticon looked up and gasped. "You...! You must be the protectors of the treasure!"

The two fairies blinked their eyes in confusion, looking at each other. "Is he talking to us-sharu...?"

"You must take me to Doradus and we will share the treasure together!" the frog exclaimed before he grabbed the two fairies with his tongue and leaped off.

"Hey! Let us go-davi!" Dabyi struggled.

"Sharuru!"

"Dabyi!"

The team run to chase after the frog as he leaped from branch to branch while the two fairies screaming for help.

"Who is that?" Strongarm asked.

"A relic hunter, apparently." Bumblebee replied. "We aren't letting him getting away!" he and Strongarm transformed into their vehicle while Mana and Makoto both get inside of them and drove to chase him again. However, the Decepticon managed to jumped over a huge cliff as the two bots has to stopped immediately, before they almost fall in.

"Hurry up and save us-sharu!" Sharuru's voice called out to them from the distance.

Both Bumblebee and Strongarm transformed into their robot mode, before looking at the other. "Scrap. Looks like we're taking the long way around."

"But Sharuru and Dabyi are-!" Mana and Makoto looked worried.

"Don't worry. We'll get them back." Bumblebee reassured them. "We just need to ask Fixit about this Decepticon."

They look and saw the frog transformed into his vehicle mode and drove off.

Strongarm com-link Fixit. "Fixit, our Con looks like an Earth frog. Anything in the Alchemor's prisoner manifest fit that bill?"

At the mansion, Fixit was looking at the Alchemor's database until the image of the frog that they faced appears on the screen. "The description matches that of an escaped amphiboid, Springload." he said. "Human word for his mental state would be 'bonker'." Raquel and Lance secretly overheard everything.

"Sounds about right. He was babbling to a statue, wanting directions to-"

"The Lost City of Doradus." Fixit knew it. "Springload is obsessed. A fabled Cybertronian land and home to the Fountain of Energon, granting eternal power and energy to whomever finds it."

"Sounds a bit selfish-de lance." Lance whispers to Raquel.

Raquel agreed. "You're right-quel." The two fairies decided to ignore everything else until...

"Myth or not. Springload believes Doradus exists. And no doubt think he's on Cybertron."

Bumblebee spoke up before he went silent for a second.

"And oh, he has Sharuru and Dabyi."

...that made Raquel and Lance in shocked as they frantically floats towards the com-link. "What happened-de lance?!"

"Why did they got taken away-quel?!"

"...because Springload thought they were some kind of protectors of the treasure and wanting them to guide him to it."

"Protectors of treasure-quel?!" Raquel couldn't believe his ears. "We can hardly protect Trump Kingdom when the Jikocchu Army took over-quel!"

"You just had to say that out loud, did you, Raquel..?" Lance sighed and sweatdrops.

Back with Bumblebee and Strongarm, they were kinda shocked when the two fairies shouted into the com-link all of the sudden, even Mana and Makoto began to sweatdrops awkwardly. However, it's very unclear to them but Fixit managed to shove the fairies away from the com-link.

"Anyway, do not take Springload lightly."

Fixit continued.

"Many museum personnel, historians and law enforcement have paid the mice--lice---*thunks*--price! I'm dispatching the rest of the team to assist you."

"Copy that." Bumblebee nods. "We'll keep tabs on Springload until the others arrive." he ended the com-link.

"That was my call to make." Strongarm seems a bit frustrated about it.

He just sighed. "You're right. Force of habit. But you would've said the same thing."

"No." the cadet protested. "I would not have!"

"Strongarm-" her human partner got cut off by her.

"Our team is 2000 miles away." Strongarm continued. "I have an opportunity to make the capture right now."

Mana stepped in, trying to settle this. "Now, now, we're all in this together. There are no need to argue right now. We have to get that Decepticon and get Sharuru and Dabyi back."

"Mana's right." her guardian nods. "Now that we know we're facing an unstable Decepticon, we need to go back to standard procedure. The solo part of your mission is over." he walked off with Mana following him.

Strongarm frowned at frustration while Makoto stared up at her. However, her guardian had another idea. She decided to com-link Fixit.

"Fixit, good news." she spoke up. "Springload fell into my lap. I've made an arrest. No need to send backup."

Makoto gasped in shocked when her own guardian did that. She began lied to Fixit so she can do this mission alone! She just couldn't believe it!

"All this happened since we spoke 60 seconds ago?"

Fixit was confused.

"Yes. Remember, we're in a different time zone."

The girl began to frowned and looked down on the ground. Why did Strongarm has to do that?

"Oh. Well, good. Congrats and see all of you when you get back."

with that, Fixit ended the com-link.

Strongarm smiled. Her plan worked. "Alright!" she looked at the girl. "Makoto, let's go-" before she could finish her sentence, Makoto just walked off, ignoring her. That caused her to get confused. "Makoto...?"

The girl didn't even bother to look back at her or even replied back. She just keep on walking. Her guardian was completely in shocked. She never seen her like this before. "Did...I do something wrong...?" yes. Yes you did. But she reluctantly followed anyway.

-Location: Yotsuba mansion, Autobot Base-

Rikka, Alice and their Autobot guardians just stared at the garage and the backyard as the tools and machine were all scattered all over the place.

"My, what a terrible mess." Alice commented.

Rikka sighed. "This could take forever to clean up."

"Do not worry." Sebastian walked in, holding a Decepticon Hunter as he wiped it with a cloth. "I will clean all of these up after."

Everyone had a surprised reaction when he was holding that weapon. "Uh, Sebastian, that's..."

"The Decepticon Hunter!" Fixit shouted as he quickly trying to grab from Sebastian. "That's very dangerous. Let go!"

"Oh, please, I just wanted to clean it." the butler politely said. "It was kinda dusty so I figured I should wiped it up."

Fixit ignored him as he keep tugging it from him. "Give it here!"

The others just watched as the two fairies floats by. "Are they still fighting again-quel...?"

"Sebastian is still kinda polite-de lance."

"Uh, should we go and break it up?" Grimlock asked.

"Uh, should we sit and watch?" Sideswipe answered. The two bots just grinned at each other and sat down to watch.

Rikka just facepalmed. "You two are not helping..."

Fixit and Sebastian still tugging on the Decepticon Hunter until both of them loose a grip and the weapon landed in front of the girls. Alice picked up and stared at the weapon. She looked at the two of them, with Fixit scolding the butler but Sebastian just bowed apologetically.

"Alice...?"

Alice thought for a while before she had an idea. "I think I have a solution for this."

-Location: At the old temple-

Mana, Makoto and their Autobot guardians arrived at some abandoned temple. Strongarm kneel down and saw some footprints that lead inside.

"Track and freshly disturbed vegetation to the door." she said.

"Our best plan is to wait for Springload to come out." Bumblebee suggests. "Then tail him."

"I disagree." Strongarm told him, before pulling out her holographic book. "And so does the manual. Regulation R65 states: 'When performing a surveillance operation, every effort should be made to keep the perpretrator in sight.'

Makoto just listen to her words but stay quiet and didn't even bothered to look up at her. Mana noticed her as she was feeling concerned.

"There could be another way out of there, for all we know. If we simply watching the Decepticon, there's no reason this can't still be my mission, sir."

Bumblebee went silent for a while before nodding. "Lead on, Strongarm." that made Strongarm smile but not for Makoto. "After all, who knows what could happen to Sharuru and Dabyi."

The two Autobots then walked forward the entrance as Mana look back at her friend. "MakoPi, are you alright?"

Makoto didn't answer for a while before she snapped out of it. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine." Mana was sure she's not alright.

"If you have any problem. Just say it. After all, I'm your friend." she smiled at her before walking in. Makoto was surprised by her words before let out a small smile and followed.

When they have went inside, they quietly hide behind the wall as they took a peek and saw Springload was checking something on his holographic screen while the fairies just stand there, afraid to move.

"These markings do not match my scroll!" he then turning to look at the fairies. "Or do they?"

Both Sharuru and Dabyi gulped in fear, afraid to speak up too.

"Is Doradus near? Speak!" he croaked angrily. "You can tell me! I have deemed worthy!"

"We don't know-sharu!" Sharuru protested.

"We are not the protectors of the treasure-davi!" Dabyi does the same. "We're the legendary warriors' fairies-davi!"

"Legendary warriors? Doradus has legendary warriors?!"

"That's not what we meant-sharu/-davi!"

Strongarm act quickly as she pulled out a handcuff and went straight towards the Decepticon. "Strongarm, don't!" Bumblebee tried to warn her.

"Decepticon, you are under arrest for-!" she tried to grab him but her servo got burned his skin. His acid skin! "Argh!"

Springload grinned. "Try to keep me from my treasure and you'll get burned. And worse!" he then gave her a kick to the statue while wrapping the fairies with his tongue and sprint off.

They all walked up to the cadet. "You okay?" Bumblebee asked.

Strongarm looked at her burned servo. "Acid. Coating his armor. Built-in defense mechanism."

"Acid?" Mana blinked her eyes. "Wait, if he's all coated in acid, why doesn't it burned Sharuru and Dabyi...?"

"Maybe because they are not Cybertronians." her guardian answered. "I think his acid skin only harm Cybertronians."

Makoto look at where the frog went and leap into action. "MakoPi!" her friend called out to her.

"Where are you going?!" Strongarm also called out for her. "Come back! It's dangerous!"

She stopped for a while before replying. "I'm not leaving without Sharuru and Dabyi! Even I'm not a Pretty Cure, it is my duty not only to be a hero but to protect what is important to me: my friends!" she look at Strongarm. "Don't make the same mistake I did once when I first met Mana and the others."

Her guardian was taken back by her words before the girl keep on running forward. 'Don't make the same mistake as her...' They look up and saw the temple is about to fall down. "Looks like the temple has some defenses of its own."

Strongarm didn't say anything as she keeps looking back where Makoto went. As the girl kept on running and dodging all of those rubbles, Daybi saw her coming towards them. "Makoto!"

Springload turned around and saw her. "I won't let you near Doradus! Ever!"

"I'm not here for the treasure! The treasure that I want are my friends that you stole from me!"

The frog glared as he looked and saw a giant hole and make a leap of it, and without noticing the two fairies slipped out from his tongue. ...not that way, you dirty-mind readers. The girl followed them before the wall fall down completely. With Bumblebee, Strongarm and Mana, they managed to get out to safety.

"What about MakoPi?" Mana asked.

"We'll figure that out later." Bumblebee then turned to look at Strongarm. "Because of you attempted an unauthorized capture, we've lost the element of surprise. Now we have to plan an immediate confrontation. We can't wait for the rest of the team." Bumblebee sounded angry.

Strongarm looked down in shame. She remember what Makoto said back then.

"Don't make the same mistake I did once when I first met Mana and the others..."

She did made a mistake. That's the reason why she is so distance from her. The cadet have to tell the truth about it. "Actually, they're not coming." that caused them to look at her in shocked. "After you spoke to Fixit, I commed back and told him not to send the others. I...didn't want time to give Springload time to get away."

The girl looked up and said, "No wonder Makoto was so distance from you."

Bumblebee was not impressed and crossed his arms. "Your reckless behavior was bad enough. Then you lied to a superior officer. To me." Ouch, that stings. No puns intended.

"I know I did wrong and...I made the same mistake as Makoto told me..."

Mana stayed silent for speaking up. "It's okay to made mistakes." that caught her attention. "Everyone made mistakes sometimes, no matter how big or small they are. Making mistakes is part of learning. In my term, I called it a 'happy accident'." she winked.

(Sorry if this part is kinda cheesy-)

Strongarm looked down at her in shocked before smiling. "Thanks, Mana." she looked at Bumblebee. "Please, sir. One more chance to complete the mission solo. Let me take the lead, you observe. I'll do everything by the book."

He went silent for a bit before nodding. "You're on a very short leash."

"Thank you, sir!"

"But...you have to make amend with Makoto after this mission is over."

She nods. "I will!"

-Location: Yotsuba mansion, Autobot base-

Alice has instructed the two Autobots to follows her plan: to messed up the Decepticon Hunter for a bit so that Fixit and Sebastian can work together to fix it. Once again, no puns intended. Rikka and Raquel were looking out for the Mini-Con and the butler to make sure they are on the same place, before facing at Alice, giving a thumb up.

"Let's test it out."

"Are you sure this will works?" Sideswipe asked.

"Just follow Alice's plan-de lance."

"Yeah, she knows what to do." Grimlock really know what Alice capable of. They walked towards Fixit and Sebastian with a Decepticon Hunter as Alice placed down to the ground, making some noise.

Both Fixit and Sebastian looked at them and then to the Decepticon Hunter.

"We were just messing around with it and it started to make noise." Alice told them.

The Mini-Con looked at the Decepticon Hunter carefully. "Might be a frequency or a systems overload. Or it could be resulting in a catastrophic explosion! It needs to be disarmed." he picked up the weapon.

Sebastian knew Fixit doesn't want him to help so he just turned around.

"To access the Decepticon Hunter's motherboard, the outer casing needs to be removed." Fixit said. "The Decepticon Hunter must be kept completely immobile. I cannot do it myself."

"Well..." Rikka began. "We need 'someone' who is much older than us to do this kind of stuff."

Sebastian heard what she said and turned around. Fixit looked up at him and nods. The butler smiled and bowed. "I'll be gladly to help you." he and Fixit went to find some tools to fix the weapon.

The others looked at each other and grinned. "It worked-quel...!"

"Now, all we have to do is to see if they can work together."

-Location: With Makoto-

After the wall has collapsed, Makoto groggily opened her eyes and woke up. She looked around her surroundings. "This is..."

"Makoto-davi!" her fairy partner went up to her as the girl hugged her closer.

"Dabyi, thank goodness you're okay! Where's Sharuru?"

"Right here-sharu!" they saw the fairy coming out from the rubble and went to them. "I'm fine-sharu."

"You!" they turned around and saw Springload was in front of them, croaking angrily. "You are not worthy to have all the treasure from Doradus! The spirits chose me!"

"We don't want any treasures-sharu!" Sharuru shouts. "You're being quite selfish-sharu!"

Dabyi has another idea. "Remember when we said that we're the legendary warriors' fairies...of Doradus-davi?" she explained. "Then, here it comes-davi!" she turned into the Lovely Commune as Makoto nods and began to transforms.

"Pretty Cure, Love Link!"

"The blade of courage, Cure Sword!"

Springload backed away in shocked and fear. "I-impossible! The spirits never told me about the legendary warriors of Doradus!"

"Sorry, Doradus isn't here right now." a voice spoke up and it is revealed to be Strongarm. "Can we take a message?"

Sword looked at her and let out a smile a bit. While Sharuru went to Mana. "Mana-sharu!"

"Sharuru!" she hugged her fairy partner.

"It's not possible!" Springload croaked. "You were buried alive! Unless...you're ghosts. Yes!"

"He's still out of his mind-sharu..." Sharuru sighed as she transformed into the Lovely Commune. "Let's go, Mana." Mana nods and began to transforms.

"Pretty Cure, Love Link!"

"Overflowing love, Cure Heart!"

The frog let out 'hmph'ed. "Unworthy spirits and legendary warriors, still seeking to foil me! Never!" he transformed and drove off with the two Autobots does the same as they went inside and chased after him.

Sword just sit there quietly, didn't say anything. "Look, I know what I did was wrong and you were right. I did made the same mistake as you. I only care about this being our first solo mission and never cared about others' and your feelings too. I was...being so selfish. I'm sorry. You are still my friend, Makoto." the girl turned to look at her. "I promise, I'll be a good friend to you. To everyone."

Her human partner stay silent before let out a smile. "Alright. I forgive you." she nods. Dabyi heard their conversation and smiles. "Now, let's get him-davi!"

Everyone drove further to chase him. Strongarm followed his trail while Bumblebee drove to the left. He managed to catch up to him but Springload transform and uses his tongue to whack him with his acid. Bumblebee screamed in pain and drove backward.

"Bee, look out behind us-sharu!"

"Lieutenant!" Strongarm managed to stop him from falling from the cliff. She transformed and started to shoot at the Decepticon thought he managed to dodge it.

"Pathetic spirits!" he mocked but Sword leaped up and prepare to attack.

"Holy Sword!!"

She launched her attack at him as Springload yelped and tries to dodge them before sprinting off, escaped from their sight.

"We lost him-davi..."

Bumblebee let Heart out before he transformed. He noticed that she was feeling all woozy and dizzy. "You alright?"

"C-carsick...!" all that spinning from him makes her feel dizzy. Sword went to her.

Strongarm walked towards Bumblebee. "Sir, would you relinquish your role as observer and officially assist?"

He went silent before looking at Sword as she nod and let out a smile. "I'd be honored, cadet." he replied back.

-Location: Yotsuba mansion, Autobot base-

Back at the mansion, Fixit was unscrewing the top as Sebastian hold the weapon still so it doesn't move. The others just watched them from afar. As the Mini-Con has successfully unscrew, he take a look inside and there are no bomb inside. "There's no bomb here."

But Sebastian noticed something. "Look. There's something lodged in there." Fixit also noticed. He reached out his hand in there after his hand changed into a picker and picked it up. They tried to brace themselves when Fixit pulled it out but nothing happened. When they look inside, they saw a kazoo.

"What's this?" Fixit was confused.

Both Grimlock and Sideswipe burst out laughing as the girls just giggled. Both Sebastian and Fixit were even more confused. The butler knew it was a stun all along but he decided not burst his bubble.

"I can't believe that worked!" Sideswipe spoke up.

"You started to working together!" Grimlock added.

"Thank goodness you two stopped fighting." Alice said.

Rikka nods. "It was all Alice's idea."

Fixit blinked his optics in confusion and Sebastian just smiled before looking at the weapon. "Fixit, shouldn't that cable be...?" that caught the Mini-Con's attention.

He looked at the weapon. "Attached to that terminal?" Sebastian nods. "Yes. Hold it very still." Fixit place the wire back where it belongs before secure it tightly. "Now, that's that."

"Great work." Sebastian smiled again.

"Say, Sebastian." Fixit called out to him. "You are very calm whenever I tried to bold--cold--*thunks*--scold you."

The butler just chuckles. "Being calm is my priority. Even you scolded me, I never wanted to shout back or get angry at you because that is not what my job as a butler is." he went silent a bit. "I see you as a part of the team or a friend of mine, Fixit."

Fixit was surprised by his words while Alice just smiled. "I'm sorry for you know...being kinda selfish to you." he rubbed the back of his helm.

Sebastian chuckled and smiled. "Apologies accepted."

Everything was quiet for a bit before Fixit spoke up. "Perhaps we should work together more."

"I will glad too." the butler bowed, before having another idea. "Perhaps we can duplicate this Decepticon Hunter so everyone on the team may have one."

"Sounds like a plan!" Fixit grinned before he and Sebastian walked off. The others watched them go as the girls smiled at each other while the two Autobots fist bumped also at each other. However, the fairies wondered about Mana, Makoto, Bumblebee, Strongarm, Sharuru and Dabyi.

"I wonder if they're okay-quel..."

"We can only hope-de lance."

-Location: Back with Bumblebee and the others-

They were hiding behind the stone pillar, watching Springload from afar.

"Please! Guardian of Doradus! My whole life, it must be near! Where is it?!" he cried. "I will destroy you all! Where is it?!"

"So dramatic-sharu..." Sharuru thought to herself.

Bumblebee looked over and saw some coffins behind the frog. "Those stone containers look just about Springload's size. Now, we need a plan to get him in there."

Sword looked around a bit and saw a statue not far from them. She had an idea. "I got an idea." she beamed.

"What must I do? What? What?!" Springload croaked in agony.

Both Heart and Sword was right behind him. "We're sorry but you're not the right Decepticon for this stuff."

The frog turned around and gasped. "You! Impossible! The spirits chose me!"

"The spirits didn't said so."

"Unworthy..." came a ghostly voice. Springload croacked in shocked.

"Who said that?!"

He then saw a statue moving beside him. "The spirits of Doradus have decreed. You do not deserve the treasure. You are unworthy." that voice sounds like Strongarm.

"We, as the legendary warriors of Doradus, told the spirits that the treasure doesn't deserve to anybot who is selfish." Sword spoke up.

Springload backed away and hide behind the coffin with a scared expression. "But...I've worked hard! Tirelessly!"

Heart looked at Bumblebee who was hiding. "Bee, now...!" she whispered at him as he nods.

"And you're long overdue for a rest." when Springload turned around, he sees Bumblebee charged towards him while holding a the coffin lid and pushed him into the coffin before putting on the lid.

"No! Let me out! Let me out!" the frog cried, trying to break free. "I am worthy!" Bumblebee tried his best to push down the lid while Heart and Sword helped him, so as Strongarm. After a while, everything started to quiet down.

"Nice collar, cadet." Bumblebee complimented her.

"Some solo mission." she sighed.

"You led the pursuit, dealt with every obstacle, and used the perp's own fear against him." he continued. "But most importantly, you made two decisions that really showed me everything."

"The ghost's voice, right?"

"Putting aside pride to ask for help. That's no rookie move. And you made an amend with Makoto." he looked down at Sword before they both let out a smile while Heart wrapped her arm around her and smiled as well.

Strongarm went silent a bit before smiling. "You're right, sir." she looked at her human partner who was smiling along with Heart. "She taught me a lot. After all, she's my friend. And...you're my friends too." she went quiet once more before speaking up. "Maybe I won't stay a cadet for long, huh?"

Bumblebee let out a playful smirk. "Not if you continue to prove yourself worthy!" he said that with a spooky voice. But after that, the coffin lid still trying to budge open, that means that Springload is still not knock out yet.

"Let's go back." Heart told them as they all nods.

Strongarm turned to look over at Sword. "Thanks, Makoto, for sticking with me. And you too, Dabyi."

Sword smiled. "It's what friends are for." while Dabyi just nodded.

END OF CHAPTER 9

#crossover #dokidoki pretty cure #precure #pretty cure #DokiDoki Pretty Cure x Transformers Robots in Disguise (2015)#Transformers robots in disguise #transformers rid #full chapter #Haunter's writing

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Maze of Miroh-Chapter 8 “Derailing from the Plan”

Seungmin grunted as he was pushed forward, a gun hard-pressed on his back. Both he and Hyunjin had been blindfolded as if they didn’t already see all of The Order’s base and they were being escorted somewhere. Seungmin grit his teeth in annoyance. Their guns had been taken away, they were captured by the enemy and had no plan of how they were going to get out of this mess.

There was a cough next to him and Seungmin sighed in slight reassurance. They only thing keeping him even remotely calm was the fact that Hyunjin was here. Hyunjin was with him. He wasn’t alone in this mess.

If there is one thing in this life that Seungmin hates more than stupid people it’s that Seungmin hates being alone.

Ever since his childhood, growing up with his cruel hearted asshole of a father. The man never hugged them, he never said that he loved them. Who never gave an ounce of love to his two children. And it’s not like their mother could due to the account that she died giving birth to him. Seungmin almost grew up not knowing the pure emotional feeling of love and being loved. Thank god he had his brother though.

Wonpil was his light. His only real family. The two of them grew up in that hell hole of a home but unlike Seungmin, Wonpil had experienced the feeling of their mother’s undying love for her children. Seungmin had not. So Wonpil made it his mission every single day to make Seungmin feel loved. To let Seungmin know he wasn’t alone. They clung onto each other like glue.

But their father saw that as a sign of weakness.

Seungmin would always cry when their father would separate them. Locking both into different, soundproof rooms so that they couldn’t even talk to each other. How long they would be locked away always depended on their father’s mood. Could be a day. Could be a week.

But no matter what it drove Seungmin insane.

He remembers day after day, crying for his brother, crying to talk to someone….all falling on deaf ears. Because of this inhumane form of torture Seungmin had developed somewhat of a condition.

He hated be alone.

You wouldn’t have guessed it if you saw his interactions with his friends. Coming off like an egotistical bastard who couldn’t imagine spending a second with anyone. But what do you do when you are in so much pain and fear about your flaws? You push those who care about you away. And it wasn’t like he was clingy. Not anymore. But he needed to be around people.

A feeling of a hand on his own snapped the younger boy out of his down-spiraling thoughts.

“Minnie” Hyunjin said quietly, low enough to where the Agents couldn’t hear. “Minnie it’s alright. I’m here”

Seungmin let out a shaky sigh, nodding despite knowing that the older couldn’t see it. Seungmin hated being alone, but also hated people having to comfort him. It made him feel weak. Yet somehow he managed to find a group of 7 asshats who stubbornly wouldn’t let him go.

“Yeah” he bit back, his defensive walls shooting back up “I know that genius”

Seungmin could have sworn he heard a chuckle coming from besides him, but before he could snap at him a guard took him by his wrist, shoving him and Hyunjin through a door and into a room. Their blindfolds were ripped off, and Seungmin had to blink a few times for his eyes to adjust to the dim lit room. In the center of it was a single table, 3 chairs attached to it. They were forced down in both chairs by an unknown pair of hands. He assumed that the one who shoved them would sit in the chair across from them and start the interrogation. But instead the hands leave both their shoulders, and the sound of footsteps with a closing door hit his ears. He and Hyunjin were alone.

The silence was drawn out for a few moments more until Hyunjin sighed very loudly next to him. “Well this is just shit.”

“This is bad.” Seungmin grumbled. He turned and grabbed Hyunjin’s face roughly, making the older look at him.

“Look at me Hyunjin. Don’t tell the-“

“Hyunjin hyung” the older boy interrupted, and Seungmin stared at the older boy in disbelief. Finally he just decides to slap the older boys head lightly.

“Idiot!” he hissed “Do NOT tell them your name. Do not tell them our plan. Nothing about S-K-Z. Got it?”

Hyunjin just stared at him, eyes on Seungmin’s, his lips pursed like he was pouting in Seungmin’s grasp. “Well duh.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes and let Hyunjin go, his head falling on the table as he groaned in annoyance and stress. “Hopefully Changbin hyung is doing alright.”

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“Not alright. Not Alright. Definitely NOT alright!” Minho heard Changbin yelled from a few feet behind him. They were currently running down what felt like the hundreth hallway, trying to escape the growling and snapping of the demon dogs that had been released on them. They had discovered rather quickly that it took a lot of bullets to down a single dog, and they soon were outnumbered, so they did the only logical thing, which was to run.

Minho loved to run. He could do it all day. But when you add the stress of the past few days, his still healing bullet wound and the fact that they were in a life and death situation with monster dogs snapping for their flesh….well let’s just say Minho was done with it all.

He turned on yet another corner, and saw a slightly opened door. Without much thought, acting purely on his human fight or flight insticts, he grabbed Changbin and shoved the younger into the room, not caring at the moment if it was filled with enemies. The two stumble in and Minho shuts the door without a second though, locking it and crumpling to the floor catching his breath. The room was silent other than the far off sound of constant barking, and he could hear Changbin shuffling behind him, grunting in pain as he caught his own breath.

“W…What the hell….were..those…things” Minho choked out.

“I….I “ changbin breathed “I don’t know…..I…didn’t get a good enough look.”

Minho had. But he wished that he hadn’t.

They were nothing like the dogs Minho had grown up around. Nothing like Grandma Yoo’s little terrier Boxer.

These creatures were sickly in color, almost like a pale green shade. Sure they walked on 4 legs and had a tail, but they also sprouting what Minho could only describe as little horns on its back, jutting out every which way. Their eyes were black and soulless, like holes.

Just thinking back to them Minho’s heart raced. Nothing about them was normal.

“Greta just great.We wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t had an itchy trigger finger!” Changbin hissed at him. “We wouldn’t be running around an enemy base from fucking dogs!”

“Those…..” Minho gasped out, shaking his head weakly “Those are NOT dogs.”

“Quite right you are” a foreign voice spoke up.

Changbin and much to his own amazement, himself, shot up, taking defensive positions against the new enemy. Minho watched, frozen as a taller male with jet black hair and glasses stepped out from the shadows. He wore a white lab coat which told Minho that he was some sort of scientist or doctor here, but why would they need someone like that here?

“Who are you?” Changbin growled out.

The taller, older male put his hands in the air as a sign of surrender and peace.

“My name is Yamako. I’m from the Shuixia branch. I was sent here by The Order a few months ago, but as you can see I am now trapped down here with those beasts same as you.”

Minho and Changbin looked at each other, both trying to silently decide what to do with their new friend. As if the older male could read their thoughts he stepped forward, a look of desperation on his face.

“Please trust me I mean you no harm!” he gushed out.

“Yeah sure okay. Like I believe that” Changbin growled. He glared at the man but straightened out of his defense position, relaxing slightly. Minho noticed this and relaxed himself slightly, though still on edge.

“Please….” He trailed off, looking at the floor “I didn’t even want to be here. But they threatened me and my family. I had no choice but to obey orders.” At this Minho’s eyes narrowed and he was brought back to his previous question. Why were there Scientists here? His fears were only heightened as he took in Yamako posture. His hands here behind his back and he was shuffling back and forth. He must have been ashamed about something because he wasn’t looking either boy in the eye nor despite being significantly older than the two. This was bad. If they were experimenting on Jeongwoo…..

“What orders?” Minho asked, his gaze darkening.

“Doesn’t matter what he was doing here” Changbin hissed, interrupting the two “We need to get out of here alive. Which means getting passed Fluffy” he glared hard at Yamako “Where are all the Agents?”

Yamako pushed his glasses up, trying to think “Once Phase 2 is in action every employee has strict instructions to evacuate the bottom floors. My guess is that they are up on the first 5 levels, away from the beasts.”

At this, Changbin raised his eyebrows in slight shock “So what? You guys release a bunch of demon dogs that even you’re afraid of? Where is the logic?”

Yamako sighed “Despite our efforts we haven’t found a way to soothe the beasts into submission so as an extra precaution everyone is ordered out of the way.”

“And you couldn’t spread an ounce of that thoughtfulness for us?” Minho heard the shorter boy grumble. Then he sighed and walked towards the door, the barking getting significantly louder.

The 3 of them stayed silent, no one dare to speak. Then finally it was broken by a quiet gasp of realization.

“You’re them……aren’t you?”

Changbin turned around, his gaze hard “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Yes you do” Yamako said, a ghost of a smile on his face. “You’re THEM. THE group. The famous group! You’re SKZ-“Yamako’s words were cut off as the air was knocked out of him. Changbin had him pinned up against the wall in a flash, arm against this throat cutting off his air supply.

“Changbin!” Minho hissed.

“You don’t know what you are talking about” he hissed in Yamako’s face who was flailing widely around needing air. “But if you mention that name again, I will kill you right here and now understand?”

Minho shivered at how ice cold Changbin’s voice was, giving way to the severity of the threat. His eyes burned with a dark intensity and Minho suddenly knew he would never want to be on the other end of that gaze.

He let Yamako go, who landed on the floor gasping for air. Changbin glared at him a moment longer then turned back around and walked towards the door, listening.

“I’m…Sorry” he managed to get out “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to offend.” Yamako stood up rubbing his throat lightly. “It’s just…where I come from…you guys are legends. Your group….what happened 5 years ago… my people were in awe. My brother….” He trailed off, a fond sadness sparkled in his eyes “My brother actually ran off and joined his own group against The Order. He said you guys inspired him to fight. I actually haven’t seen him since.”

Minho smiled softly, hearing the pride in Yamako’s voice. But his attention snapped back towards the door as there was a loud bang against it. Changbin raised a single finger in the air, signaling them to stay silent. Minho gulped, terrified that even a sound like that was too loud.

The banging stopped but they could hear the sound of sniffing on the other side, growling ever so slightly. Eventually the sound faded away and the boys all let out a collective sigh. Changbin turned towards the two, eyes hard, face serious.

“Alright. I have a plan…”

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Jisung froze, his breathing completely stopping for the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes. After what felt like hours, Felix who was apparently his backup arrived at the van, now moved farther away to avoid trouble with The Order. The red headed boy held two jackets in his hands as he arrived explaining that he stole them on his way here from a bunch of unconscious Agents and thought to use them. Luckily he had them however because as they walked into the building, dressed up like the enemy they momentarily panicked at the amount of Agents swarming the first few floors.

“Those idiots must have really done a number” Felix had muttered quietly. But Jisung hardly listened to the boy, his ears pounding and his own anxiety grew. “Let’s just destroy the jamming signal and get out of here” he mumbled, moving forward.

That’s how the duo found themselves slowly making their way down the staircase, moveing slowly as to not raise suspicion. Already they had almost been caught a handful of times, both being significantly shorter than most Agents and raising a bit of suspicion. Luckily all attempts were thwarted by the Agents desperate need to capture the intruders down below and so they were left alone.

“They really fucked this one up.” Felix groaned, walking down the steps with Jisung at his side.

Jisung’ already annoyed just scoffed. “Minho probably is the cause of that. That or he sold Changbin and the others out.”

Felix stopped mid-step, placing a hand on Jisung’s shoulder who also stopped. “Jisung. What the hell is your problem with Minho?”

Jisung scoffed, rolling his eyes “Do I need a reason? I’m sorry, not to be rude but why don’t you have a problem with him? You act like he is your best friend Felix” he ripped Felix’s hand away from him “For gods’ sake, all he did was like your story.”

“He also saved my life remember?” the boy hissed.

“After also endangering it!”

“He didn’t do anything. I revealed myself out of my own free will so chill the fuck out!”’

Jisung froze. Never in the past year that he has known Felix has he raised his voice like that. Not to anyone. Felix must have realized too because he suddenly pulled back his hand, looking away from Jisung.

“Look” he said quieter as to not alert anyone nearby. “I know I can’t make you trust him. But trust ME when I say this; Minho isn’t the bad guy.”

Jisung huffed, turning away “I’ll trust him when he shows me that I can”

They managed to get themselves down to the 10th floor where the security camera room was and Jisung gulped at the sheer amount of Agents rushing about. Both he and Felix continued down their path, silently and once they reached the door, they used their stolen name badges on the Security Room Door. It slid open and immediately they were met which atleast a dozen stressed out, highly annoyed faces.

“What are you doing here?” a short balding man hissed. Jisung narrowed his eyes and saw his name badge read Kwangsoo and without thinking, glared slightly at the man. This was the guy that tried to hurt Lix’.

Jisung turned to the boy in question who just seemed to stare at Kwangsoo with an uninterested, bored look. “We were sent here from Headquarters Sir. It would seem the President is not so fond that his base was so easily broken into. He asked us to relay a message.”

Kwangsoo narrowed his eyes but did not argue. He motioned towards the others and they all slowly started to pile themselves out of the room. Once alone the old man sat on the desk, his face giving way to the amount of stress that he was currently feeling. “Alright Alright. What does the bastard want from me now? What’s the message?”

Jisung stayed silent next to Felix, knowing that this was Felix’s territory. Hacking things? Awesome. Computers? Great. But when it came to actual field work, Jisung was a lost as a duckling.

Felix stayed silent a few moments longer, which added stress to Kwangsoo’s already red face. Finally the boy ripped off his hat, revealing his fire red hair and rushed forward head locking the stumpy man and cutting off his airflow. Kwangsoo flailed desperately, but in seconds was getting weaker and weaker. “Y-You!” he managed to cough out.

“Good to see you again Pint Sized Agent Man” he huffed, tightening his grip on him. “Bye Bye now” Kwangsoo’s arms dropped and his head rolled back out of Felix’s grip, now out cold.

Jisung rushed forward once he knew it was safe, hooking his laptop up to the monitors.

“That maybe bought us 10 minutes Ji” Felix said while shoving Kwangsoo’s body underneath a table “But eventually the guards will want back in.”

“I know” Jisung muttered. He began typing furiously looking for what he needed. Unbeknownst to him Felix, uninterested in computer work began to look around the Security room. His eyes landed on a single laptop, property of Lee Kwangsoo and he walked forwards scanning the various documents that were scattered on the desktop. One file in particular caught his eye and he clicked on it. His eyes started to scan the document wordlessly, a frown forming on his face.

“Got it!” Jisung yelled suddenly. “Hello? Hello? Seungmin? Can you hear me?”

Radio Silence.

“Fuck! Why isn’t it working?”

“Jisung” Felix finally spoke up, voice grave. But Jisung ignored him and continued to type furiously trying to find their friends on the cameras.

“Jisung seriously” Felix said “You need to read this.” He gaze was dark, unreadable, the only emotional seen being that of anger.

Jisung groaned “Fine, but you have to look for our friends while I do.” and the two boys swapped roles. Jisung’s own eyes began reading the document and as he read through it, his stomach began to churn. Once done he looked up from the computer screen to Felix who had been waiting for him to finish. Both their gazes’ were dark as the digested the information.

“Where’s Minho?” Jisung suddenly asked.

Felix turned around in the chair typing furiously. “I don’t know…”

Jisung ran up to him, placing a hand on the desk and the other on the back of the chair “Well we need to find him….and now!”

“I know I know….Look!” he suddenly said, pointing up. Jisung’s head snapped up towards a monitor that showed Seungmin and Hyunjin locked in a room, the two of them at a table talking to an agent. Jisung frowned, not realizing how bad the situation had actually gotten. Getting communication back up was one thing, but breaking them out of custody was another. “That must be why they aren’t answering.” Jisung hummed.

“Well what about Binnie hyung?” Felix asked worriedly.

Jisung nodded, sharing the boy’s anxiety, as his eyes continued to scan the various monitors “I don’t see them……..Wait! There!” Jisung pointed upwards towards a screen in the upper right hand corner. There he could see a faint outline of Minho and Changbin hiding behind a corner, poking their heads out to the side to look down a hallway at an unseen force.

They seemed to be saying something but Jisung couldn’t read the lips clear enough to know what. Minho slunked out of view, and he watched as Changbin moved forward, out into the full hallway and put his fingers to his lips in what Jisung realized was a whistle. His heart quickened as he saw the boy then quickly turn back around, running back from where they came. A few more moments passed and then he saw black blurs running past the security camera. Too many to count. That’s when he realized.

They were being chased

“Binnie hyung! Minho hyung!” Felix yelled.

Jisung’s stomach dropped. This was bad. This was really bad.

“Jisung! I’m-” Jisung grabbed hold of Felix’s shoulder before he could continue, his mind working furiously.

“Felix. I know you want to save your friend but I need you to help Seungmin and Hyunjin. You are the only one that could slip past those guards and break them out. I’ll go to Changbin hyung and Minho-ssi. You have my word”

Felix didn’t say a word as he was contemplating Jisung’s order. Finally he sighed and nodded in submission “I’ll get those two out before the guards realize their boss is out of commission and we will meet you down there as soon as possible.” without even waiting for a reply the boy turned around and walked out the door, placing his hat back on and ordering something to the guards waiting outside. Jisung grabbed his laptop along with Kwangsoo’s placing it in his uniform to hide it.

“-e is on a very serious phone call with the president. Do not interrupt him until he says it is okay” Felix finished saying to the guards posted outside. Each hesitated for a second and then nodded in submission.

He turned towards Jisung, an unspoken conversation passing between the two. Then without a second thought Felix turned and walked down the hallway. Jisung nodded towards the guards and made his way to the stairs.

His mind was clouded with the new information that he bared. Jisung grit his teeth as he made his way downstairs, farther and farther. The document that Felix found now weighed heavily on his mind and for some stupid reason his thoughts went towards the naïve idiot he was about to save. He had to get to Changbin and Minho….he had to warn them. He just hoped he wasn’t too late.

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“This can’t seriously be your plan” Minho groaned, looking over Changbin’s shoulder to the hallway that was crawling with at least a dozen dogs dozing quietly. They had given up on the search for them, but were now hanging out, sleeping in various spots on the floor, which wouldn’t be bad if it wasn’t right in front of the only exit.

“Shut up” Changbin hissed quietly as not to alert to the beasts “you have a better idea?”

“No but you’re short. You have short legs. Why do you have to do this?” he hissed back.

“Because princess, as much as I would love to throw you as dog food I told Lixie before I left that I would protect you…begrudgingly. Knowing you, you’ll find a way to fuck this up.”

“If it is running Changbin let me do it.”

“Out of the question now get in position!”

Minho bit back a retort and silently cursed the stubborn guy in his head. He took a step back towards the room they had been hiding in with Yamako, the scientist in question fumbling with his coat in nervousness. Changbin turned to look at them both “Alright now listen, when I start running get ready. While the dogs are chasing me make a break for it and run towards the exit. I’ll roundabout back here and meet you there. Under no circumstances do you wait for me Got it?”

Both souls nodded their heads and Changbin almost sighed in relief. “Alright then get ready”

Minho started to close the door but before it totally closed he stopped and looked out at the younger boy. “Changbin.”

“Don’t die.” He heard a quiet scoff coming from the boy who didn’t take his eyes off the dogs.

‘Don’t intend to.”

And with that Minho closed the door, but left it open enough for him to peak out and see Changbin now standing out in the open. He brought his fingers to his lips and blew loudly, a high pitched whistle sounding in his ears.

“Hey! Hey!” he shouted, flailing his arms. “Come and eat me stupid mutts!”

Without hesitation Minho watched Changbin turned around and start booking it past the room. The Barking sounded loudly in their ears and Minho gulped. The entire room was shaking from the vibrations that the dogs were producing as they were running. Suddenly Minho was cursing himself for not fighting Changbin harder. There was no way he could outrun those things.

As if on cue, Minho saw the dogs bursting through his field of vision, scrambling after Changbin. Foam coated their mouths again and they looked rapid enough to frighten even the biggest of adults. Luckily – or unlucky enough they didn’t take notice of either of them hiding in the room, all their senses focused on Changbin. Once the last one was gone, acting purely on instinct he never knew he had, Minho pushed the door open running straight towards the exit in question with Yamako at his side. He didn’t care if the dogs saw him leaving or not, all his senses were focused purely on the exit, his eyes gaining tunnel vision.

The hallway seemed to get longer and longer as they got closer but eventually the two managed to make it. Yamako pushed his way through without hesitation, but Minho lingered, halfway through the door. He turned around and looked towards where area that he would soon see Changbin soon. He could still hear the barking but it was faded which meant they were halfway and that Changbin should be appearing soon.

But something was wrong.

He wasn’t appearing.

Minho grit his teeth, his anxiety setting in again. Come on idiot.

The dogs barking started to gain in volume and Minho gulped. Either they caught Changbin and all was lost or-

He didn’t even have time to finish his thought because the boy in question appeared in his field of vision and Minho’s heart lurched in relief.

That relief was short lived however as he took in Changbin’s limping appearance. He was panting heavily, pain clear across his face even at this distance. Minho looked down and his heart stopped.

He was injured.

He didn’t know how or when, one of the dogs must have caught up to him but blood was rather apparent down his leg, clothes torn from claw marks. He did well to stay ahead but Minho knew it, and if the look he gave him as he ran closer was to any indication so did Changbin.

He wasn’t going to make it.

Even know the dogs were inching closer and closer towards their target. Changbin himself was starting to run out of steam.

“You can’t even listen to the simplest of directions can you Princess?!” Changbin shouted over the sound of barking. “Go!”

Minho grit his teeth and wanted to scream. Sure the guy was an asshat, but he didn’t deserve to die like this. His hands fumbled in his pants pocket, trying to think of a way to get out of this. Suddenly it felt something small and Minho’s eyes shot open wide in realization. He pulled out the object and opened his hand to reveal a small black ball, similar to the one Hyunjin had used earlier.

He remembered how the younger had slipped this into his hands shortly before they had separated.

“Save this. You may need it” he had said. Minho gulped, knowing that if there was any time to use it, it would be now.

It was a long shot. But at least it was a shot.

Minho ran forward, closing the gap between himself, Changbin and the dogs. He took out his gun, still attached to his body and aimed upwards. He tried to remember Hyunjin’s instructions and took a deep breath before firing upwards. He hit his mark, the sprinkler system, and suddenly the hallway started to rain. Changbin saw this and his eyes shot opened wide. “What are you doing idiot?”

“I don’t know!” Minho shot back, taking stance. He had only thrown a handful of balls in his life, and he had never hit his mark with any of them. But he had to. Now that he had done this, if he failed it would mean death for both of them.

“Changbin!” he yelled “Run faster you idiot!”

“I swear to god” he growled “If we survive this I will kill you myself.”

Minho didn’t respond as he stood still. He waited. And waited. And waited. Trying to calm his breathing. The hallway was now thoroughly coated in water, he, Changbin and the dogs included.

Finally Changbin was close enough to grab and Minho lurched his hand forward, catching the younger his collar. The dogs were maybe 20 feet back.

Without hesitation Minho threw the black ball forward, towards the onslaught of dogs, and aimed his gun at it. His hand shook slightly as he tried to aim but then a vision of smiling Jeongwoo and Hyunjae flashed through his mind and the shaking ceased.

He fired. Hitting the ball dead on.

Suddenly the water soaked floor erupted in shocks of electricity and Minho felt Changbin shove him backwards as to avoid their own water soaked bodies from getting shocked. It seemed to work however because the dogs barking soon became howls of pain as the electricity coarse through their system. One by one they began to drop like flies, bodies unmoving. Soon all that was heard was the pounding of the water hitting the floor, and the hissing from the electricity currants that were starting to fade. Changbin and Minho looked up from where they had falling on the floor and saw his handiwork. He could hear Changbin panted besides him but he hardly noticed it. All his senses were focused on the light tingling feeling that was coursing through his body, the feeling of pure adrenaline. Never before had Minho been so scared. But he also felt excitement in that moment. Being so close to death but narrowly escaping in the end. His body felt so light and his hands shook as he realized in that moment that he loved the feeling of adrenaline rushing through his body. It was a different form then that when he runs. Different then when he had a gun pointed at his head. It was adrenaline he caused to himself as he fought back.

Changbin hissing in pain caused Minho to snap out of his thoughts to look at the younger boy.

He panted but looked back at Minho, his gaze hard. He looked down towards the black ball Minho had thrown. “Hyunjin give that to you?”

Minho nodded the adrenaline leaving his body. Changbin nodded once, an unreadable expression on his face. It sounded like he wanted to say something more, but changed his mind and focused back on his leg.

Slowly Minho stood up, his eyes not leaving the dogs corpses. He picked Changbin up by his waist, letting him use his body as support and looked down at the boy’s leg. Blood coated it thickly he knew after running on it that long that Changbin wasn’t going to be able to walk on it. They slowly limped out of the hallway towards the exit where they found Yamako waiting for them, his expression frantic as he saw Changbin’s leg.

The older male began to fret over the two of them, shouting and flailing his arms, but neither boy responded to his question. They both just continued in silence as they now found themselves walking forwards, not sure of where they were going. Finally Minho heard Changbin let out a long sigh and he pointed his gaze downwards and the smaller boy.

“Thank you.”

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Who Waits For Love (Chapter 4)

Summary: T.J. Kippen lost his chance to tell Cyrus Goodman how he felt when they were in the 8th grade. Now, they are in their junior year of high school and Cyrus is on his 3rd relationship. Is it time to give up… or continue to wait for love?

A/N: Apologies that this was delayed! I’ve been very busy the last couple of days and there were some issues at home that needed my attention. Hopefully, the next chapter won’t take quite as long for me to finish!

Collar straight? Check.

Hair perfectly brushed? Check.

Dark circles under his eyes almost gone thanks to the under-eye gel patch Andi had recommended? Check.

Cyrus nodded in satisfaction at his reflection in the mirror. After four days of just lounging around at home, he was finally ready to go back to school.

Four days of on and off of crying. Four days of quiet reflection about himself and his failed relationship. Four days of realizing that his cheating ex-boyfriend wasn’t worth his tears anymore.

His eyes strayed to the framed photos on his dresser and felt himself break into a smile. There was one of him with each of his best friends: Andi, Buffy, Jonah, and, of course, T.J. They were all so sweet and patient with him in the last few days, always checking in on him, even if he ignored their calls and texts in favor of being miserable. He loved them all so much.

Taking a deep breath, he gave his reflection one last nod before grabbing his bag and leaving his bedroom.

His mother had milk and cereal, a plate of toast, and orange juice ready for him in the dining room.

“Good morning, honey,” she greeted, looking up from the morning paper.

Cyrus slid into a seat and poured himself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. “Morning, mom. Did Todd leave already?”

“Yes, he’s booked pretty solid all morning so he figured it was best to get there early.”

Cyrus hummed as he took the first bite of his cereal, relishing the sweetness of the cinnamon and sugar. Cinnamon Toast Crunch never got old and was his absolute favorite! He wasn’t going to eat too much, though. T.J. said he might bring muffins.

“Are you sure you’re feeling better?” his mom asked.

Cyrus nodded, not taking his eyes off his bowl. “I can’t stay away from school forever just because he’s there.”

“Well, I’m proud of you.”

He smiled at her. “Thanks, mom. I’m proud of me, too. Besides, all my friends are there. They won’t let anything happen.”

He went back to his cereal, finishing it quickly and downing a glass of orange juice.

“I should start heading out,” he said, grabbing his bag and placing it around his body. “T.J. should be here soon.”

“He’s a sweet boy.”

Cyrus found his lips quirking into a smile. “Yeah, he is.”

“And he really cares about you.”

At that, Cyrus froze in his tracks. He knew that fond tone in his mother’s voice.

“And all four of us really like him,” she continued with a pointed look at him.

Cyrus chuckled. “T.J. is well-aware about that. He never fails to brag about it.”

His mother casually flipped the page of her newspaper. “He’s an ideal future son-in-law.”

“Mom.” He tried to ignore the blush that crept up to his cheeks. “He’s one of my best friends. I can’t…”

She feigned ignorance. “I didn’t say anything,” she said, shrugging. “I know not to interfere in your personal romantic relationships.”

And Cyrus was thankful for that. He, himself, had been toning down his own meddling in other people’s lives over the years (unless it was required). And he appreciated his parents not meddling in his own, especially when it came to his dating life.

Ever since he confided in his mother about his little crush on T.J. back in the 8th grade, she wasted no time telling his other parents and, in turn, all four took it upon themselves to see if the blonde was “worthy of their baby boy’s heart.”

And T.J…. Sweet and polite T.J. unknowingly gained all their favor. So, now, all four were just waiting for Cyrus to make a move… which he was not planning on doing anytime soon. Not if he wanted to keep T.J. in his life.

Thankfully, no one else knew about that little secret of his and he preferred that it stayed that way.

After the failure of his second relationship and now his third, he was convinced that his love life was cursed. And he didn’t want to lose T.J. because of that.

Bidding his mother goodbye with a kiss to her cheek, he quickly headed out to the front porch to wait for his friend.

Cyrus didn’t have to wait too long. He spotted the gray sedan turning the corner, driving down the street, and stopping in front of the house. He made his way down the steps, giving T.J. a wave as he did so. He got in the car and strapped himself in.

“Morning, basketball guy.”

“Morning, Underdog.” The blonde handed him a Ziploc bag of muffins. “Banana nut muffins.”

“Not my favorite but still acceptable,” Cyrus stated as he opened the bag and took out a muffin.

He bit into the pastry, letting out happy noises when the sweet taste of banana and cinnamon met his taste buds.

T.J.’s mom was a pediatric nurse and she often baked treats for the kids in her ward. She would give extras to T.J. so obviously, this meant Cyrus got some too and he loved everything she made.

T.J. laughed. “I gave you two more than the usual last time! Don’t tell me you finished it all?”

Cyrus glared, exaggeratedly. “Don’t tell me how quickly I can consume my muffins!”

“You should have paced yourself!”

“How can I when your mother’s muffins are the best things she has ever made in this world?!”

“Hey! What about me?”

Cyrus took another bite out of his muffin to avoid answering.

“Underdog!”

He swallowed before grinning at T.J. “You’re the second best thing she’s made in this world.”

T.J. huffed. “That’s cold, Goodman. Really cold.”

His offended tone made Cyrus laugh. He felt immensely lighter and more determined to face the day without breaking.

The entire drive to school was pleasant. He cheerily talked about the British baking show he binged the night before and playfully swapped the song playing on the stereo when it finished, making T.J. whine about having to listen to Demi Lovato for hundreth time.

But, when they arrived at school, Cyrus felt the dread pool in his stomach again. Seeing other students entering the building like normal, he wondered if everyone at school knew already. Lance was pretty popular. If he had a new girlfriend, they would know. And Cyrus would be a social pariah. The gay kid who got cheated on and replaced by a girl. Typical.

It felt like people were staring at him when he and T.J. stepped into the front doors, even though it was probably just his paranoia.

“Are you gonna be okay when…. You know…. When you see him?”

Cyrus felt himself stiffen, a lump forming in his throat. Was he prepared to see Lance again? He didn’t know. But, he would be damned if he let it stop him.

He rolled his shoulders back, loosening them up. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. I’ll see you at lunch?”

T.J. smiled, complete faith and trust in him. “Yeah.”

They parted and Cyrus headed to his locker. He noticed a few students eyeing him but he held his head up high. No one whispered or stopped him to ask about it, thankfully. He reached his locker with no incident and proceeded to the things he needed for the day.

“Cyrus.”

His blood went cold at the familiar voice and the lump was back in his throat. He painfully swallowed it as he forced the inevitable tears that threatened to fall back in his eyes. He wasn’t going to cry. Not in front of him.

Stuffing his last notebook into his bag, he closed his locker and turned around.

“W-What do you want, Lance?” he asked, cursing his voice for shaking.

His cheating ex-boyfriend stood there in front of him and to Cyrus’ surprise, he actually looked guilty and didn’t look so high and mighty like he always was.

“I… just want to talk to you,” he said.

Cyrus had always admired Lance’s confidence but there was no trace of it now. And, he felt a little mean but it did satisfy him to see that the Lacrosse player’s lip was bruised.

Lance took a step closer to him but Cyrus stepped back.

“What’s there to talk about? You cheated on me and I broke up with you. That’s that. You can go back to your girl now.”

“I’m sorry,” Lance said, softly as he looked down at the floor. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just… happened.”

Clenching his fists, Cyrus made his face as stony as possible. “And do you think your sorry will change anything between us? You already hurt me, Lance. So, just leave me alone.”

“Cyrus, babe-.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That. We’re through.”

Gathering his dignity, Cyrus quickly walked past him, making sure their shoulders didn’t brush or anything. Whether Lance was following him, he didn’t care. He didn’t want to look at him any longer than necessary.

“Cyrus! Hey!”

A hand landed on his shoulder, making him jump twenty feet in the air.

“Jesus! Jonah! Don’t scare me like that!”

His friend took his hand back, raising both of them in defense. “Sorry, sorry.” He squinted at him. “You okay?”

Cyrus sighed as the other fell into step beside him. “Just ran into Lance. Thought I could face him without wanting to throw a punch.”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Punch him.”

Cyrus snorted. “No.”

“You should have. I mean, I would have and so would Buffy and Marty. Andi’s not that violent but she’d probably have words with him. But, T.J. already got a punch in so lucky him.”

Cyrus chuckled. “Classic T.J. Always defending my honor.”

“Yeah, he was really worried about you, you know. We all were.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Jonah beamed. “We can be your bodyguards too until this whole thing blows over.”

Cyrus made a face. “I don’t need bodyguards. I’m not that fragile.”

“We know but what if Lance-.”

“I know Lance is a jerk and he broke my heart but he wouldn’t hurt me… not physically, anyway.” He took a deep breath to calm his anxious heart. “I appreciate the concern, Jonah, but I’ll be fine, okay? I just… want things to go back to normal.”

Jonah still looked worried. “You sure you’re okay?”

They finally made it to homeroom and took their respective seats.

“Jonah, look at me.” Cyrus beamed. “Do I look like I’m not okay?”

Jonah frowned. “I guess you look okay, but… you know we’re here for you, right?”

“Of course.”

Cyrus reached over and patted his arm before taking out his Math notebook to try and occupy his mind by double-checking his homework.

School hadn’t even started but he was already feeling weary. He wanted the day to be over already so he could go home and bury himself under his covers.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he took out to see a text from T.J. – it was a photo of his doodle of what appeared to be a penguin holding hands with a seal. It was cute.

Cyrus smiled, the anxiety in his chest dissipating.

……............

The morning dragged on and on. Soon, it was lunchtime.

Andi and Buffy were waiting for him outside the cafeteria, greeting him with hugs before they all went in to stand in line for food. Although the two girls were treating him like normal, he could still spot the worried glances they would throw him when they thought he wasn’t looking.

He would have to get used to it for a while but it was nice knowing that his friends cared about him.

When they got to their table, Jonah and Marty were already there. Cyrus looked around as he got settled.

“Where’s T.J.?” he asked the other two boys. “He’s normally here by now.”

Jonah pointed. “There he is.”

T.J. was walking towards them, waving in greeting. “Hey, guys. So, we got a new kid in class. Mr. Singh asked me to show him around and everything. Do you guys mind if he has lunch with us?”

“That’s fine by me,” said Buffy.

“Me too,” added Andi.

Cyrus and the other two boys gave their consent.

“Great! He’s in line getting food. Be right back!”

Cyrus watched him leave and smile. For all his tough exterior, T.J. was always a huge softie.

He went back to his pasta, stirring the noodles around in the sauce before adding cheese from the little packet. His friends made small talk about their classes and he chimed in his thoughts in between bites.

Moments later, T.J. returned with a tray in his hand and an unfamiliar boy behind him – the new kid.

He was tall, about T.J.’s height, with curly brown hair and thick eyebrows. He had a calm and cool aura about him, almost a little cocky, which was unusual for a new kid. They were usually nervous on their first day of school. At least, Cyrus knew that he would be, personally.

“Hey, guys. This is Aidan,” T.J. introduced, placing his tray in his spot next to Cyrus. “Aidan, these are my friends. This is Cyrus and Jonah. And over there are Buffy, Andi, and Marty.”

They each greeted the new guy with a wave.

“Nice to meet you, guys,” Aidan replied with a smile. “Thanks for letting me sit.”

Cyrus quirked an eyebrow. He had hints of a dimple. Not quite as deep as Jonah’s but they were there.

Andi scooted closer to Buffy so Aidan could sit next to her and across from Cyrus.

“So, Aidan,” Buffy began. “Where are you from?”

“Florida,” Aidan replied as he unwrapped his sandwich. “My dad got a new job here so we had to move.”

“That sucks, bro,” Jonah said. “Shadyside must be boring compared to Florida.”

Aidan shrugged. “Eh, it’s not so bad.” To Cyrus’ curiosity, he flashed a look in his direction and grinned. “The people are nice.”

Cyrus felt his eye twitch. The look wasn’t directed at him but to the person next to him: T.J. From the corner of his eye, he could see the blonde practically inhaling his chicken nuggets, oblivious to the eyeing of the new addition to their table.

“You play any sports?” Marty asked.

“Yeah, I was in the lacrosse team back home. I was thinking about joining the team here. Are they any good?”

The mention of the sport froze Cyrus in place, his fingers tightening around his fork. Flashes of himself attending games entered his mind and he suddenly lost his appetite.

The mood dropped around the table. Marty coughed and Jonah suddenly shoved an entire chicken nugget into his mouth. T.J. leaned closer to Cyrus’ side, their shoulders touching.

“Ugh, don’t speak to us about the lacrosse team,” Buffy groaned, scrunching her face in disgust. “It’s a forbidden topic.”

Aidan raised a brow. “Are they that bad?”

“Let’s just say we’d rather not talk about them,” Andi replied, calmly. “But, we have a lot of other great teams!”

“Yeah, I’m in track,” Marty supplied.

“Track and basketball,” Buffy said.

“Baseball,” added Jonah.

“I play basketball,” said T.J., now paying attention since the conversation switched to sports.

“Cool, cool.”

“I played basketball freshman year but I wanted to concentrate on my art so I stopped,” said Andi. “Besides, my girlfriend was graduating last year so I wanted to spend more time with her.”

“Oh, you have a girlfriend?”

Andi flashed him a look. “I hope that’s not a problem.”

Aidan shook his head and smiled. “No, not at all.” He turned to Cyrus. “What about you…Darius, right?”

It took T.J. squeezing his knee to tear Cyrus out of his stupor. “Um, Cyrus, actually… And, no, I’m not athletic so… no sports for me! I’m in the Film Club, though.”

“Cyrus’ short films are amazing!” T.J. said, grinning. “He made this cool documentary about dinosaur fossils found in Shadyside last year.”

Cyrus blushed and flashed his friend a grateful smile.

“Cool. Maybe I should join the basketball team, then. I’m pretty decent. Think you can hook me up, Teej?”

Cyrus’ eye twitched again.

Meanwhile, T.J.’s eyes lit up. “I can talk to Coach for you! Have you played on a team before?”

And the rest of the conversation turned to basketball, with Buffy, Marty, Jonah and even Andi chiming in. Meanwhile, although he had attended many basketball games and had gained a pretty good bulk of knowledge about the sport, Cyrus still found himself staying silent the entire time.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to contribute to the conversation. And Aidan seemed nice. The others looked at ease with him, especially T.J. who appeared to have a lot in common with him, including a fondness for hoodies. It was the first time he had seen his blonde friend so enthusiastic when interacting with someone new. He was normally not one to let his guard down. And Aidan kept his attention on T.J., only briefly sparing whoever was talking a brief look but his gaze always flew back to T.J.

It was weird!

For some reason, every time Cyrus opened his mouth to pitch in, no words came out. It felt like he lost all his energy for the day. And his eye kept twitching!

Suffice to say, he finished his food before everyone else and ended up just sitting and twiddling his thumbs as he waited until everyone else finished eating.

“Oh, T.J., will you show me where the library is?” Aidan asked.

“Sure. You done?”

“Yep.”

Cyrus tried not to show his disappointment when T.J. stood up and picked up his tray.

“We’re gonna go ahead.” He looked down at Cyrus. “See you in History?”

“You know it!” the other boy piped with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

With one last word of thanks to them for welcoming him, Aidan followed T.J. out of the cafeteria.

“He seems nice,” Andi commented.

“Yeah, he’s like T.J. 2.0 without the initial jerkiness from middle school,” added Buffy, chuckling.

Jonah hummed. “Never seen T.J. talk that much to someone new in one sitting before.”

So, they made the same observation as Cyrus. It must have really stood out.

All of a sudden, his stomach flipped, unpleasantly. He placed a hand over his belly as he glared at the empty bowl on his tray, wondering if the pasta had been bad but he just didn’t notice.

“Cyrus? You okay?” Andi asked.

His head snapped up. “Yeah, I’m fine. Must have been bad pasta.”

Worried eyes all paid attention to him now. They didn’t really help the weird nausea he was feeling.

“Do you need to go to the nurse?” Buffy asked.

Cyrus shook his head. “I’ll be fine. Probably just indigestion, I’ll grab some ginger ale from the vending machine. Anyway, the bell’s about to ring. Let’s start heading out.”

Standing up, he picked up his tray and waited for his friends to follow suit.

The ginger ale did help settle his stomach but the odd feeling of ennui never left him.

.............

The rest of the day was uneventful. Cyrus went to all his classes, took down notes, and managed to dodge Lance twice. (Thankfully, they didn’t share any classes, a fact that he now celebrated.)

By the time the last bell rang, he was exhausted and ready to go home.

After bidding Andi and Buffy goodbye (they had Art Club and Track practice, respectively), he went to meet T.J. at the blonde’s locker so they could head home together.

Up ahead, T.J. was already there… with Aidan.

Cyrus stopped in his tracks, watching as a laughing Aidan playfully punched T.J. on the shoulder before walking off. T.J. shook his head in amusement as he turned back to his locker, but then caught sight of Cyrus idling by.

Putting on a smile, he bounded over to his blonde friend, greeting him.

“I’m so ready to go home and forget about today,” he stated, forlornly, as they made their way out of the building.

T.J. flashed him a sympathetic look. “Bad day?”

Cyrus sighed. “Kind of. I thought I’d be okay but… I don’t know. Today was off.”

An arm wrapped itself around his shoulders, pulling him into T.J.’s side. “Sorry to hear that, Underdog.”

Cyrus shrugged. “It’s fine.” He looked up at the taller boy (how come Cyrus had barely grown and T.J. just turned into a giant?!). “Enough about me. How was your day?”

As they reached the car, T.J. dropped his arm from his shoulders.

“Well, I gave Aidan a tour of the school,” he said, unlocking the doors.

Cyrus already knew that. He slid into the car and buckled himself in.

“How did he like Grant?” he asked as T.J. started the car.

“He said his old school back in Florida was bigger.” The blonde pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. “But he likes the coziness of Grant. Said he’s likely to remember names now.” He chuckled. “Apparently, he sucks at names like I do. Good thing my name is easy for him to remember or he would have been stuck calling me ‘man’ or ‘dude’ until the end of the semester.”

His tone was fond and the smile on his face was an indication that he definitely liked this guy. And that was huge for T.J. He wasn’t one to make friends very easily, unlike Cyrus.

This was huge. Cyrus should be happy for him.

He cleared his throat. “So, you really like him, huh?” he asked, casually.

T.J. hummed. “He seems cool. I’d hang out with him.”

Cyrus’ chest twitched and he scratched at it while clearing his throat. “He’s handsome too,” he noted, absentmindedly.

“Hmm… yeah, he is.” T.J. flashed him a quick grin. “Why? You interested in dating him?”

He didn’t know why but he felt a burst of irritation at that assumption. “What? No!”

Yes, Aidan was attractive and fit his type (athletic, great hair, nice smile). And Cyrus was not going to deny that, but that didn’t mean he was interested!

“I mean… he is handsome, like you said. And he has nice hair,” T.J. continued, pleasantly.

Cyrus’ fist clenched on their own. “T.J., stop.”

“And his dimples are cute! You like dimples, right?”

“Stop the car.”

Cyrus was surprised at the coldness of his own voice. His heart was beating painfully fast and his entire body was shaking.

“What?” asked a confused T.J.

“Stop the car, T.J.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Stop the car!”

He couldn’t look at the blonde in the eye as the car pulled to a stop by the sidewalk.

“Cyrus, what-.”

He wasted no time grabbing his bag, opening the door, and getting out.

“Cyrus! What are you doing?!” T.J. exasperatedly called out.

But, Cyrus had begun to walk away, fuming on the inside. He didn’t know why but he was so irritated with T.J. implying that he wanted to go out with Aidan. He didn’t like Aidan like that!

Meanwhile, he tried to ignore the gray sedan slowly following him. “Underdog! Get back in the car!”

“No!” Cyrus stubbornly replied, speeding his steps. “I’m walking home!”

“It’s a long way! Come on! What did I do?!”

He clenched his jaw, refusing to reply.

“Cyrus, please.” T.J. was pleading now. “Get back in the car. We can talk about this. Just tell me what I did. Please.”

Cyrus slowed and then stopped in his tracks. What was he doing? Why was he so angry and upset? What was wrong with him?

The car stopped next to him. “Underdog, come back. Please.”

Cyrus turned to look at T.J. through the open window. “Is that what you think of me?” he said, his voice breaking.

T.J.’s brows were scrunched in confusion. “I don’t understand. Cy, please. Get back in the car? It’s a long way home. And your shoes aren’t made for long-distance walking.”

Sighing because he knew the blonde was right, Cyrus pulled the passenger door open and got in. Still frowning, he buckled himself.

T.J. began to drive back into traffic.

The silence was overpowering as Cyrus tried to put into words his sudden careless actions and his confusing feelings.

“I’m sorry, you know,” T.J. whispered that he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t paying attention. “Whatever it is I did, I’m sorry.”

Cyrus’ heart softened. “I… No, Teej, I’m sorry. I… I don’t know what came over me.”

The car slowed down again and T.J. pulled up to the sidewalk. He put the car in park before turning to look at him, his expression serious.

“What happened?” he asked, gently.

Clasping his shaking hands on his lap, Cyrus answered, “I… When you asked if I was interested in dating Aidan, I… got annoyed.”

T.J. blinked. “Oh.”

Cyrus bit his lip. “Is that what you think of me, T.J.? That I would just jump into a relationship with some guy I barely know?”

“What? No!” T.J. looked alarmed now as he reached out and took one of Cyrus’ hands in his. “That’s not it at all! I never once thought that about you! I was just joking, really! I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. It was a bad joke, I won’t do it again.”

And Cyrus knew that he meant it. T.J. was one of his closest and most supportive friends. He was always there for him. How could he have doubted him?

Why was he so dramatic?! Getting out of the car?! Making cars behind T.J. honk at him?!

“I’m sorry, too,” he said, placing a hand over T.J.’s and squeezing, gently. “I… I was being dramatic. This day was just… a lot. Seeing Lance and everyone staring at me like I’m in some kind of zoo exhibit and…”

He trailed off, frowning

T.J. raised an eyebrow. “And?”

Cyrus shook his head. “It’s nothing. This day was just… ugh.”

Finally, T.J. chuckled. “You want to grab ice cream then? Or a muffin? I think you deserve it. I’ll pay.”

His sweetness made Cyrus smile. “I’m in the mood for baby taters and a milkshake.”

T.J. pulled back and started the car. “Detour to The Spoon then.”

“Hey, Teej?”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry.”

“Me too.”

Smiling at each other, T.J. turned his attention back on the road as he drove them to their beloved diner.

Meanwhile, Cyrus couldn’t help but think about why he acted the way he acted earlier. It was so irrational and so unlike him. His emotions just went haywire and he couldn’t seem to control them.

Feelings were so annoying! Well, at least he had quite a bit to talk about with his step-mother at their next session.

A/N: So... what do you, guys, think of Aidan? His character isn’t fully fleshed out yet but there will be more of him in upcoming chapters!

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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 6 years

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Eve of Destruction

Summary: Everyone has a past, some more honorable than others. After a mission gone wrong, Bucky has no choice but to visit one of the darkest parts of his, the only glimmer of hope being you….if only you can forgive him after all this time..

Word Count: 2038

Song Pairing: Eve of Destruction- Berry McGuire

Authors note: This will be a mini-series so if you want to be tagged just comment below!

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You pulled out your dagger from the body laying at your feet, “Oh fuck me”. Cleaning your favorite weapon you rubbed it against your leg, the blood not showing against your black pants. Bucky continued to hold Steve up, “Doll I had too-”.

“Don’t doll me Barnes, it’s been five years. You really think bringing pretty boy here is a good idea?”.

Sam began to get a little ancy, knowing that Steve wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He parted his lips to speak but Bucky narrowed his eyes, silenting telling him to not make this any worse.

Bucky sighed, “Look, you want his blood on your hands? You know what he means to me (y/n)”. Looking up at the sky you groaned, knowing that this was a bad idea but you had too.

You began, “Within two seconds of you being here someone’s already tried to challenge you, and if I hadn’t been here to take em out it would’ve been your ass on the floor”.

For affect you nudged the dead body at your feet, hoping it would remind Bucky of the severity of this entire situation. He tried to answer but you continued, “You’re lucky nostalgia is a bitch..follow me and don’t say anything until we’re in my room okay?”.

Bucky nodded his head, and after you turned around he smirked. Under his breath Sam said, “If you’re wrong about this place, I’ll make sure it is your ass on the floor”. Taking a step toward he helped carry Steve, easing the weight.

The three of them were currently on a secret mission, Steve abandoning the title of Captain America and all its’ restrictions, and finally doing some dirty work. Following up on an old hydra lead from Bucky’s past had lead them here.

Hecate’s Crossroads. A safe haven for mercenaries and criminals alike, a sort of playground for the worst of the worst. In Greek mythology Hecate was a shapeshifter goddess of dark and forbade forces, it seemed only fit to name the place after her.

It hid in plain sight, what appeared to be a hotel to most was actually an oasis for those who lived on the darker side of life. It had been a second home to Bucky when he was the winter soldier, which was how he knew to bring an extremely injured Steve here.

The men followed behind you, watching you type in your six digit code to leave the back alley and enter the building, and then another four digit code to enter the elevator and go to your correct floor and room.

Sam had thought he’d seen it all, but everything he was witnessing now was completely new to him. There were your classic goons and thugs, drug pushers and dealers, but there were also people with super abilities.

If Steve hadn’t been going in and out of consciousness he would’ve been just as shocked and intrigued. After what seemed like the hundreth code the men finally entered your room, Sam shocked once again to see how nice it was.

“Do I even wanna know how you pay for this?”. The men hoisted Steve onto your huge marble kitchen countertop, an almost makeshift operating table. While beginning to get to work you teased, “Hmm let’s pretend I get paid a $100 for every confirmed kill”.

After seeing the look in Sam’s eyes while trying to do that math Bucky intervened, “She’s kidding Sam”. Sam calmed down for a moment until he watched you silently mouth “no I’m not”. He sighed and instead chose to focus on Steve.

As you rolled up your sleeves Bucky opened multiple cabinets getting various herbs and crystals, this wasn’t the first time you’d both done this. He laid them around and on top of Steve, hitting all the right areas.

You rolled your head in a circle and cracked various bones, prepping your body for what you were about to do. After closing your eyes you told Bucky, “You owe me big time James”. That was the first time Sam had ever heard anyone called Bucky by his real name, not even Steve did it.

Unfazed Bucky nodded his head and let you get to work. As you slowly began to repeat an incantation various patterns appeared on your skin and began to glow a vibrant blue. Sam marveled as he watched the same patterns appear on Steve.

The longer you spoke the more vibrant the colors became, and they also grew and expanded. Within no time Steve’s entire body was glowing, and so was yours. Bucky smiled as he looked at Sam and how amazed he was.

Bringing your hands closer together you moved your fingers, a now navy ball of energy forming between your palms. Looking to Steve again Sam saw that same ball of energy surround Steve’s heart before almost exploding and reaching every inch of Steve’s skin as it disappeared.

The room fell silent as Steve began to wake up, his eyes glowing an intense dark blue for a moment. Abruptly he sat up, just as shocked as Sam when he realized he didn’t need any recovery time.

You weren’t just any normal human, you were half terran and half something else. You didn’t know much about your mother, but your father hadn’t been lying when he’d said she’d been special.

She’d given you your powers; they were almost like a ying and yang kinda thing. You had the ability to heal just about anyone or anything, but that could just as easily shift as to inflicting an umberable amount of pain.

You past hadn’t been perfect, especially when people realized how much damage you could cause, so you refrained from using them as much as you could.

“All fixed, now get pretty boy out of here before anyone else realizes you’re back James”. Following the sound of your voice Steve turned toward you, not only wondering who the hell you were but why you’d just called Bucky by his real name.

The sound of the door beginning to unlock made everyone tense up, and once again you reached for your dagger. Quickly Steve got off of the counter and took his fighting stance between Bucky and Sam.

The door crashed open, “Honeybuns I’m home- holy fuck you didn’t tell daddypool you were bringing home America’s sweetheart and his emo boyfriend! I would’ve freshened up”. Everyone eased up when they realized it was only Wade.

Pulling off his mask Wade moaned, “God sometimes it feels like I’m trapped inside a big red condom..I know safe sex is great sex..but I’d rather let life fuck my raw”. Sighing in annoyance you left the kitchen and joined him.

“It looks like it already has”. Wade threw the nearest pillow at you, hoping to stop your laughter. He narrowed his eyes, “Laugh all you want, but I know I’m totally in your clit-flicks”.

“Did you just try to do the female version of spank-bank..what is wrong with you?”. After answering with pretty much everything, Wade jumped up from the couch and entered the kitchen.

Like a complete animal he started to rummage through the cabinets looking for food. After stuffing his mouth as soon as he could he pointed to the countertop, “I see you’ve started the virgin sacrifice without me”.

Sam genuinely laughed for the first time all day, loving the insinuation that Steve was still a virgin. You turned to Steve, “It’s nice to meet you but like I said, you guys can’t be here”.

Steve didn’t even know where here was, and as he looked to Bucky he saw an almost shameful look on his face. Sam was sold, “I’d like to listen to the scary lady, let’s go before the lights go off and we wake up without kidneys”.

“Don’t worry Tweety, we go straight for the heart around here because it’s worth the big bucks”. Wade finished his sentence with a smile before stuffing his mouth again. Bucky took a step forward, “We’ll be on our way doll, thank you”.

You didn’t know why, but you felt a pang of regret after hearing him say those words. He looked at you solemnly, and you wondered if he’d felt the same way you had. You’d both be lying if you said the first time he’d left had gone smoothly.

Before anyone could say anything, you heard the worst sound anyone could hear in Hecate’s Crossroads, the lockdown alarms sounded throughout the entire building. Knowing what that meant Bucky immediately tensed up.

“James what did I tell you? Now we’re all stuck here until he decides we can go”.

Looking around the room metal suddenly surrounded all the windows and exits, literally locking you in the building. It was part of the protocol, someone would press a button and all exits would be blocked off.

Steve grew impatient hearing you call Bucky by his real name, it wasn’t that he was jealous it was that you obviously meant something to Bucky and he’d had no idea who you were. Wade put his mask back on, “You went and pissed of the big guy, even I don’t wanna poke that bear”.

“Buck, you need to start talking”. As Bucky looked to Steve he was filled with guilt. Bucky knew that this was a huge secret to keep, but right now he couldn’t tell Steve everything. You stepped forward, “No. We all need to get suited up and find out what he wants”.

Steve’s annoyance was more visible, “Who”. Steve continued to hold Bucky’s gaze, surprised to see his friends entire expression change. Bucky opened the cabinets under the sink, happy to see that’s still where you’d stocked your weapons.

“Titan”, Bucky answered while cocking his old favorite gun that you’d somehow kept all these years. The fact that it was just a one word answer scared both Steve and Sam, as if solely his name explained how dangerous this all was.

Wade laughed almost insanely, “Oh you think we’re bad news? That guy makes Hitler look like as intimidating as one of the fucking teletubbies…Laa-Laa though not Tinky-Winky because he’s seen some shit you know?”.

Slapping Wade behind the head got him to shut right up. Steve put his emotions aside, “So, what’s the plan”. Suddenly everyone in the room looked to you, making you look up at the sky and curse again.

There was another announcement that sounded through the entire intercom, Steve thankful that all you swears were now muffled. The voice was Titan himself, something that rarely happened.

It appears someone has brought Captain America here, and no one is leaving until we find his star-spangled ass and see if he really bleeds red, white, and blue. The doors of your rooms will unlock in five, which means his ass better be brought to the penthouse in ten.

It was like you’d asked the universe if things could get any worse, and it was doing it’s best to show you they could. Titan’s announcement would result in nearly every goon hunting down Steve, and you.

Before anyone could say anything Bucky held your gaze, for a moment acting as if it was just the two of you. His expression was soft, “I promise I won’t let you lose control, I won’t leave this-”.

If you let him continue his sentence you would’ve started crying. You needed to fight all the memories that were trying to resurface, “Let’s just promise to all make it out alive”. It wasn’t much, but Bucky knew it was the best you could do.

It was more than you owed him really, given everything he’d done it was a miracle you’d even helped Steve for him. Wade looked down at his adventure time watch, “We can save the longing glances and eye-sex for a later date, we got four minutes until this turns into a real life game of saw”.

You nodded your head, daring not to even look at Bucky right now because all the emotions running through you. You’d been right, nastologia was a bitch and it was making you realize that maybe you’d never stopped loving Bucky to begin with…

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atypicalkataangist · 6 years

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Sunset in the eyes of a dragon (Part 1)

Type: Twoparter - Part 1 [Romantic] Summary: Aang prepares to ask Katara a very special question. Word count: 1656 Author’s note This is my longest and cheesiest one so far! Sorry in advance for some strange sentence structures that you might be able to find. Like I mentioned before, I’m usually writing my stuff on my mobile phone (yep) in bed before actually going to sleep, I don’t know why though. I can’t just sit down at my computer all focussed and write some fluffy Kataang stuff there. Meh, hope you’ll be able to enjoy anyways. Have fun ;) 9/10 cheesy points.

He remembered the last time he stood here, in this exact spot, about 5 years ago. He liked to remember this day. Who was he kidding? He loved to remember that day for it was one of the best in all of his young life so far. It was here were he and Katara shared their first long, passionate kiss that started their relationship. And it seemed to work better every day. They were a great team and an even greater couple, and they loved each other with all their hearts. And now, as he stood there and thought about everything that had happened and that may happen soon, he got pretty excited- and pretty nervous, too. All of this, all the amazing Moments they had shared so far, all their touches, kisses, all their feelings, everything culminated in today. Today was a special day. Today was the day he would pluck up the courage to finally ask the love of his life to become his wife.

After watching the sunset from the big open patio in front of the Jasmine Dragon tea house for quite some time, he took out the traditional water tribe betrothal necklace he had carved for her to check it for the hundreth time today if it was still intact. Fortunately, it was. He had worked really hard on it to make it look beautiful and perfect in every way and one had to admit that was an excellently crafted piece of jewellery.

Like every other betrothal necklace the fine piece of cloth to which the carved stone was attached was dark blue; unlike every other necklace however the cloth was furnished with a special coating of an alchemistic substance that made it change its colour to a light tone of blue whenever it was exposed to sunlight.

And like every other necklace the medaillon attached to the cloth was carved out of a turquoise gemstone, similar to crystal. But unlike every other necklace it had a second medaillon attached to it: a transparent, very clear kind of crystal in which the symbol of air was carved in. If you held it against the sunlight, you could see the carving; but if you took both of the medaillons at the same time and held it against the sunlight, you could see both, the turquoise symbol for water and the symbol for air very clearly and how they worked really well together. Most of the carved lines matched perfectly and even If they didn't, it still managed to emmit a sense of balance and harmony. How was it possible that he had thought one day that harmony was something that needed separation to work?

He was really proud of the result of his hard work. It was worth all the carving lessons, all the careful work with alchemistic substances and fragile crystals. He couldn't wait to give it to her, to finally propose to the girl of his dreams. He just prayed to the spirits that she would say yes.

As if he had called out for her, he heard footsteps coming closer to him from behind his back. Carefully as not to raise suspicion he took the necklace back into the interior pocket of the fine jacket he had worn for today.

"Everything alright, sweetie?", the soft voice he loved so much sounded in his ears and wandered right down to his chest, softening his heart. How was it possible to love someone so much?

He simply nodded and kissed her cheek to greet her. "Yes, sweetie. I'm just... Thinking a lot lately."

She turned so that she could face him, giving him a small tin cup filled with hot, steaming tea she brought from inside. "Here, I brought you this. Camomile, just how you like it. So what's on your mind? Do you wanna talk about it?", She asked with yet a bit of concern in her voice, cupping his cheek with her hand, smiling comfortingly. She was always so caring.

"Thanks, sweetie." He took the cup, took a quick sip and put it on the banister. "It's kinda stupid."

"I bet it's not.", she plainly replied.

"It may sound weird, but... Could you tell me about the relationship between your parents?", He asked timidly.

She looked pretty confused at first, but answered right away. "Well... My Mom and my Dad really loved each other. Mom always took good care of us while Dad was away with the other men, training for war, so he wasn't around all the time. But when he was there, we had mostly had great times as a family, but when I was supposed to be asleep in the middle of the night I sometimes woke up and was able to listen about what they told each other and what they did. They seemed really happy in moments like these, when they were for themselves, against all odds of the upcoming war. And as... as my mom had passed away, Dad wasn't the cheerful, always positive family man he used to be any more. He was devastated and grief-stricken and blamed himself for not being able to protect her properly." Even though it all had happened years ago, the memories of that time weighed heavy on her shoulders and sadness filled her eyes.

Her boyfriend hugged her tightly, softly kissing her cheek. "That's what I was afraid would happen. I'm sorry, Katara. But thank you for sharing that with me." "It's alright", she mumbled against his shoulder, eyes closed. "You're a pretty good comforter. But why did you ask in the first place?"

"Well, you know... I never had parents of my own. I was never exposed to seeing other people's romantic feelings. It wasn't even a topic one would adress among a society of monks. I never really knew what love felt like. I mean, Monk Gyatso loved me like a father loved his child, but I had never even seen romantic love, let alone felt. Until... Well, until the first thing I've seen for a hundred years was the most beautiful face in the whole world." He grinned at her and rested his forehead against her's. "But from then on you know the story pretty much as well as I do.", He added sheepishly.

"I guess I do.", She whispered, grinning, giving him a short kiss on the lips. "How did I deserve that?", He murmured, lost in a tangle of thoughts and feelings. He wanted, no, He needed to ask her now. If he waited any longer he would collapse.

"Just for being you.", She grinned before her face turned severe again as she recogniced his intense expression. "Aang, Sweetie, I know you've got something on your mind. Please tell me, I'm getting kinda worried when you're so quiet and absent." She loosened a bit from him to give him space, keeping body contact however by holding both of his hands in her own.

"And... When did your Dad know that he and your Mom would be destined to stay together for the Rest of their lives?", He whispered, obviously still trapped inside the tiny world within his head.

"Dad always used to tell me that he knew he loved my Mom from the day they'd met. That one day he would marry her and have children with her. He knew that it was their destiny to fall in love with each other from the very beginning."

That was it. Now he had his chance. "Oh Spirits", He called within his head, "let her say yes." She had to. He took a deep breath and tried his best to smile with all of his confidence he drew from all the great memories they had together. "Katara, I... I love you. I used to wake up in the morning, wondering about love, and for years now I'm waking up next to you, and everytime I see you I know the answer. You saved my life by freeing me from the iceberg. But more than that. You... You truly freed me. In every possible way. I wouldn't be the man, let alone the Avatar I am today without you. And I possibly couldn't be nearly as happy as I am today without you. I love you more than anything, Katara. You're so incredibly beautiful and strong and loving and great... I couldn't stop falling in love with you all over again every time I saw you, even if I wanted to.", He poured out all the contents of his heart while she just stood there, holding his hands soaking in every word he said, listening carefully while not breaking eye contact. Her mouth slowly opened as she seemed to begin to realize where he was going. She started panting and her heart bumped against her chest. He wouldn't. Would he...?

"You are the only thing in this world that I did ever love and I'm sure, so sure that there is no one who could ever come close to the way I love you. I hope from all of my heart that you feel the same way, sweetie..." His heart felt like it would explode soon. She had to say yes. She just had to.

"That being said...", He took one final deep breath and went down on one knee in front of her, ripping out all the confidence left in his body after his confession. He switched the Position of his hands so that he was holding her palms in his hands, looked her as deeply in the eyes as he possibly could, smiling, speaking clearly and sincerely.

“Katara from the southern water tribe, love of my life, will you make me the happiest man in the four nations by becoming my lawfully wedded wife?”

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a-dreamer-named-mars · 6 years

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Imagine Being Jamie's Daughter and Getting Hurt

Requested on wattpad. To read this and other Jamie Reagan imagines and fanfictions, click here.

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"Five, six, seven, eight!"

It was now or never, make or break (literally) . These were your final reharsals for the game on Saturday and you and your fellow team mates on the cheerleader group had to be in perfect sync and perfectly choreographed.

You were training after school, it was nearly nine o'clock at night right now and you were on what felt like the one hundreth reharsal for the same choreography. But this was something you've always wanted to do - ever since you were a little girl you always said you'd want to be a part of a cheerleading group in high school, and now there you were, at sixteen years old, living the dream.

The idea of dedicating yourself and putting in so many hours for this was sort of foreign, I guess you could call it that, to your father. He was a beat cop for the NYPD, in New York, where you've always lived, and he was a single dad who has always looked out for you the best way he could (which you had to admit that sometimes, it was a little too much!). He hasn't really dated anyone after your mom passed away when you were only two and half years old, so you were basically his life.

Usually when he's working nights, you stay over at uncle Danny's or aunt Erin's houses, but since tonight you were going to practise on the school gym - that your school had so kindly offered since it was opened and the staff was working - and let's face it, you weren't exactly a kid anymore, your dad was at work when he got the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mr. Reagan?"

"Yeah, who is this?"

"This is Maggie, from your daughter's cheerleading group, I'm sorry to bother but she fell during one of the jumps!"

"I'll be there as quick as I can, call 911!"

You were pretty sore and actually cried in pain after hitting the ground.

Like the worried father that he was, he did got there before the ambulance (he probably used the lights and sirens too), and before you knew it, you had him next to you looking both like he was worried sick and like he would never let you out of the house again.

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me? It's dad!"

"Yes..." You mumbled.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere..." You replied, words still not very understandable.

"I think you might have broken your head and your leg but we'll need to wait for the EMTs to arrive okay, sweetie?" He was as he brushed his hand in your hair.

It couldn't be more than five minutes, when they arrived. Your dad's suspicions were correct but you still needed to be rushed to an emergency room as soon as possible. The paramedics quickly got you inside the ambulance, your dad went inside with you. Once you got to there, and few X-rays later to confirm and tell where exactly did you have the broken bones, you were getting head stitiches and a cast on your leg. It was now almost 1 A.M. when you got inside the car and finally went home.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he started the car.

"Good, the pain meds are doing wonders." You responded, turning your head to the driver's side to flash him a smile.

"(Y/N)... I have to tell you, I was really worried about you. You could have died, did you know that?" You sighed loudly, knowing exactly where this was going. "You could have fallen in a different way and hit your head in the back and you could have died. I hate to say it but, I don't think you should be in the cheerleading team anymore."

"What? Are you forbidding me?!"

"No, I am not. You know how we do things - we talk about it, we don't forbit or obligate anyone to do anything. But you're sixteen years old, you're not a child, I think you can see my side and see how much I worry."

"Dad, you're a cop! Don't you think I worry everytime you're out there?"

"I didn't say that but, honey, just think about the pros and the cons - it's taking so much of your time! And it's dangerous, plus pactising so many hours in a row and so intensly... It's just not for you."

"It's what I've always wanted!"

"I get that but... isn't there a way of doing what you love to do without pushing yourself too hard and ending up in the hospital with a broken head and broken leg?"

"It doesn't stop you from working."

"It's my job, (Y/N)!"

"The game's on Saturday, we need to be our best! And now I won't even get to perform and Jack won't even see me..."

The silence that filled the space between you and him and the four doors of the car spoke for itself.

"Alright, so all of this was about a boy?" He asked, softly. You knew he wasn't one of those parents who would lose their minds at that.

"It's not just about a boy, dad. I truly love being a cheerleader, but yes, this Saturday this guy from my history class, Jack, is going to play and I was going to be there, cheering for him and the team. And now, I'm not."

Noticing how sad you were, he put his arm on your good leg and squeezed it while smiling at you.

"He's still going to see you - you're gonna be there, sitting in the bench, cheering for the team and he will notice you. You could also call him over, ask him how he thinks the game's going, does he think his team's gonna win or not? Stuff like that... If he really doesn't bother to notice and ask you what's going on and how you are, then he's just a prick."

You smiled at your dad, nodding in acceptance to what he said. He was one percent right.

"Thanky you, dad. You're the best."

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fallen-gravity · 7 years

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Family

Fandom: Moana

Category: Gen

Word Count: 1,786

Summary: When you’ve gone your entire life without either, it’s pretty easy to mix up your definiton of “friend” with your definition of “family”.

But it’s hard, you come to realize, that sometimes, the two can perfectly blend together.

Notes: here’s a short one! a Tumblr exclusive, too. I was talking with @inkedinserendipity, for about the hundreth time, about Maui and Moana’s relationship. What started out as me pitching “hey how do you think maui would react to moana nuzzling herself against him when she’s hugging him after a pretty long time segment of seperation because that’s one of the most affectionate gestures out there” spiraled in an ugly, downwards motion into icky, platonic fluff territory very quickly

and, like that conversation, so did this story

whoops.

When you’re down, or in a really sour mood about something, it’s your friends that you’re supposed to turn to, right? It’s your friends who are supposed to help heft you back onto your feet and make everything better again when you find yourself unable to lift yourself up and keep going?

Yeah, Maui decides. It is. Friends are supposed to support each other no matter what, and no matter how long it’s been since they’ve seen each other, right? Right.

So it’s with this decision that Maui finds himself soaring through the sky in the direction of Moana’s island. He’s been this way so many times he no longer needs to think about it, and is now able to let the wind and his own memory push him in the right direction. Because he really is in a sour mood, and he can’t seem to place why. He had been fine, minding his own business, when all of a sudden he was overcome with this sudden sense of bitterness and this sudden sense of loneliness. This sense had come to him so suddenly it had stopped him in his tracks, and just as suddenly he found himself reaching for his hook and taking to the sky to look for her.

Because if anyone could pull him from his own thoughts, to be the one to help him back on his feet again, it would be Moana. She’s someone he trusts, because he knows she will not judge him. She’s someone he can rely on. She’s someone he considers a friend, which is something he honestly can’t say he could consider someone since…well, ever.

He blinks away the sudden train of thought, to prevent it from spreading any further, and refocuses his attention back to where he’s going. He’s immediately met with the welcoming sight of Motunui’s lush, spiraling mountains, and can’t the smile spreading across his face as he speeds forward towards it.

For a few moments, he merely hovers over the island, observing its residents carefully in hopes that he’d be able to pick Moana out of the crowd. He doesn’t see her anywhere from where he’s hovering, and silently swoops downward to get a closer look. Still, as the large group of people wandering around the village becomes clearer to his sights, he finds that Moana is nowhere in sight, and he puffs out a quiet sigh.

Then, just as he’s about to give up and assume she must be out at sea on her canoe, realization comes to him, and he nearly rolls his eyes at himself for not coming to the conclusion earlier. Silently, he takes to the air again, and instead heads for the shore. He takes a look around, and it’s after only a mere few seconds does he spot Moana slowly walking around the shore. Occasionally she stops to twirl in a circle, and that’s when it comes to Maui that she’s probably humming some song to herself.

Typical.

Rolling his eyes, Maui does a flip in the air before diving down towards the beach below. It’s really only been about three weeks (or a month? Or two?) Since he’s last seen her, but this is Moana, his best friend, and to him, that’s already too long of a wait. He touches down on the sand, a few feet away from her, and waits for her to notice him.

He’ll never forget the first time he visited her. It still makes him laugh just thinking about it. The first time he touched down on the beach, it actually took her a minute to register what was going on. She had a friend with her, and the two of them had been walking along the beach. When she saw him, she gave him a cheery smile and had said “Hey!” like he was somebody she saw every day. She then kept walking, and after about a minute, she froze right in place. She then whipped around, tears building in her eyes, and flung herself at him so quickly it nearly knocked him off his feet. He had made fun of her for that, and he was going to poke further, but then Moana had pulled him closer at the sound of his laughter and mumbled to him through tears that she missed him, and something about the way she said it had left him completely clammed up and suddenly his arms were acting before his brain was and he found himself wrapping his arms around her to hold her back. Shortly after, he found himself muttering to her that he missed her too.

Maui forcibly yanks himself from the fond memory and forces himself to focus on the now. It should be any minute that Moana comes to her senses and sees him standing here, because-

“Maui!” he suddenly hears her call out cheerfully, and instantly any and all of the remaining loneliness dissipates at the sound of her voice. He turns to her and sees, with a start, that she’s a lot closer to him than he thought she would be. Before he can fully process how she had gotten from one side of the beach to the other so quickly, she flings herself towards him and throws her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“I missed you so much!” She nearly singsongs, and Maui’s suddenly overcome with realization at just how long it’s really been since they’ve been together. He hugs her back, and at the gesture he feels her scramble in his arms to pull him closer. He tries to fight that warm smile he feels spreading across his face, he really does, but this is Moana, and he can’t help himself.

“Hah, looks like you missed me enough to actually recognize me this time” he says, and she snorts a quiet laugh.

“How many times do I have to tell you that’s not what happened?” She asks, and Maui rolls his eyes as he huffs out a quiet laugh in amusement.

“How many times do you expect me to come visit you?” He replies, and even though she’s pressed against him and he can’t see her face, Maui can tell she’s rolling her eyes at him. A long moment of silence passes between them after this, and for a moment he contemplates putting her down. Because as long as he’s willing to stay here, he assumes Moana is not, and shifts his arms slightly to place her back down.

Before he can, though, she does something that leaves him frozen in place. She leans her head against him, and for the briefest of seconds, she rubs her head against him, like she needs reassurance that he’s really there. Once she gets her wordless confirmation, she once again starts to scramble so she can hold him closer.

It’s almost funny, he thinks, as he still finds himself unable to move as Moana continues to hold him close, because the way she’s acting it almost seems like she’s reacting the same way she would after being separated for too long from a member of her own family-

And just like that, everything comes rushing to him so quickly he nearly makes himself dizzy.

He had been wrong, earlier, he realizes suddenly. It’s not your friends who are always there for you. It’s not your friends who are always sticking by your side and lifting you up when you’re down. Sure, they can, but Maui realizes with a start that they’re not usually the first you turn to. It takes some awfully deep digging, but Maui realizes that from his thousands of years of watching mortals from afar that it’s usually their families that they turn to first.

And it was instinct, he remembers, that brought him straight to Moana.

He sends a quick glance down at her, and suddenly, without warning, he finds that they’re back on her canoe, out in the open ocean. He’s teaching her to wayfind, and she’s eagerly copying his every move. And, although he had definitely noticed it before, Maui realizes he never had the word for that feeling causing the tightening in his chest when he watched her. It was pride.

Families watch over each other. Families protect each other. Families learn from each other and they display pride in each other’s achievements.

Families feel at home in each other’s company. When they’ve gone too long without seeing each other, he recalls, it’s usually with tears and with hugs that they reunite.

All at once, Maui realizes- all of this- all of these things that make someone a member of your family-

Moana’s done every single one of them. She threw herself in front of Tamatoa when he was in danger and she managed to talk him out of a rut he found himself in for an entire millennium. She taught him things he never thought he’d need to know just as he taught her to wayfind. She showers him in the affection you only ever give to someone if they’re a member of your own family.

He blinks, and is suddenly very aware of the tears building in his eyes. He blinks again to get them to go away, before she can notice, and his vision blurs and instead of Motunui for a brief moment he finds himself on the shore of Te Fiti-

You can come with us, you know, her offer rings in her ear, and it’s for the first time he realizes that she was offering a home.

A home not unlike the one he opened for her in his heart.

He rips himself from his thoughts, and blinks again multiple times to clear the tears away from his eyes. He sends a quick glance down at Moana and hears his own voice whispering Tuafafine before he can even register that it’s coming out of his own mouth.

And he would’ve thought that Moana didn’t even register what he said, that she didn’t even hear him, for a moment after the word slips from his mouth, she says nothing.

But then he hears her sniff loudly, and she wipes at her face with one of her hands before returning it to its place behind his neck.

“Tuagane” she whimpers in response, her voice broken, and that alone is enough to break Maui’s composure entirely. With heavy tears pooling in his eyes and blurring his vision, he finds himself slipping to the ground onto his knees, and once on the ground he tugs Moana closer and buries his face into her shoulder.

Because it’s your family who can turn to when you need them.

It’s your family who can provide you a shoulder to cry on.

#moana #my writing #literally you can all blame seren for about 90% of the ideas in this I lowkey just took her words from the chat and morphed them into ideas #I feel like. moana would get really used to being around maui on that journey to te fiti #that it just wouldn't phase her the first time she sees him after that-#she would literally need to stop and remind herself that the last time she saw him was NOT IN FACT yesterday #I got a new book in yesterday that focuses entirely on moana +maui's friendship from his point of view and it is honestly a BLESSING #I may or may not have pulled a lot from that book and put it in here too whoops #just. the fact that maui canonically states he never had a friend before moana wounds me #the fact that he has nobody to turn to to consider family more so #obvious solution? moana!!#moana is his family and I'll fight you with my life on this #team bun buddies

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