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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Dying Starlight

A/n: i dont think an audience for this exists?? ik it’s not shadow and bone related, but ive been reading red queen and i wanted to try writing maven and ive been playing with this idea. umm...on the off-chance that there is an audience for this i do think of this as more of a series but i’ll probably end up deleting this lol

(Series?) Summary: reader is a childhood friend of Mare’s who isn’t officially part of the Scarlet Guard but gets captured by Maven. As a prisoner, she feels like her mind is being messed with as she begins to see a more human side of Maven. The new King tells himself the only thing he sees in her is that she’s a way to get to Mare, but something about her genuiness is infectious.

Irony twists things. Right now, the irony that my last thoughts might be about how I wish I had been trusted with a suicide pill twist my impending doom into something almost comical. I’d laugh, but I’d rather not startle the rats in my cell. This has been their home for presumably years, but I’ve only been down here a few hours.

I scratch the back of my wrist, staring at tired stone walls like they’ve done something to me. I wish I knew what time it was. How long have I been down here? How long has it been since I was separated from Mare? An hour? Three?Each passing minute strikes me like a bullet, but I can’t count them. I’ve never had a talent for accurately feeling the passage of time.

My head aches, frustration and dread tangling themselves in the pit of my stomach. Mare told me the Queen can search through someone’s mind, seeing memories even they can’t remember. What will they do when they see I know virtually nothing? What will happen when they see how close Mare and I truly are? i can’t do anything and the unknown hurts more than my bruised rib.

The sound of the heavy door that divides the luxury of the castle from the wasteland of the cells creaks. I only let my arms flinch, moving from my side to wrap defensively around my stomach. Dull footsteps echo down the pathway that lead to the cell I’m in. I don’t cringe, not even when the sound of walking stops.

I was not born into a rich family, but I was born into a proud one. Fear was practically a criminal act in my household. I’ve been trained to suppress all signs of weakness. My eyes don’t leave the stone wall, I mentally trace the pattern of a long crack in a specific rock. It reminds me of the slope of the Big Dipper.

Will I ever see stars again? The answer leaves a sharp pain in my chest.

“Mare told me about you.”

The words jar me, my stomach dropping in revulsion. Mare had trusted him, and here he stands--successful because he’s a traitor. I know what it’s like to be the most overlooked sibling and to crave to change that. I know what it’s like to want to succeed more than you want air in your lungs, but I don’t think I’d ever betray someone. I like to think that there’s a line even the monster in me won’t cross.

I don’t look at him, partially out of an attempt to protest and partially because I’m afraid of what I’ll see. “She might have mentioned you in passing.”

His scoff is ridiculous. “She didn’t lie about your sense of humor.”

That almost makes me wince. His words are too close, too personal. It’s like he knows me. I turn my. head, ready to cut through the uneasy beginning to get to the miserable middle if it brings me to the end faster.

“You’re here to torment me, not make small talk.” Turning had been a mistake. I regret it instantly. His expression is unforgiving--cold, sharp, and made up of only angles. But that’s not why I stare. I did not expect him to be objectively attractive. The fine slope of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones, and the ice blue of his eyes. I need to snap out of this mindset. I’m sure his beauty will not be so distracting when he’s burning me. “Though some might consider that the same thing.”

He scoffs again, the sound dry. The sneer of his lips does not diminish his attractiveness. The fact makes me loathe him. “I wonder if you’ll still be so prone to humor after you’ve been broken--any information of worth extracted from your thoughts.”

“Let me save everyone the trouble and just tell you everything that I know now.” My back straightens despite the pain in my ribs. I look pathetic, dirty and in a torn dress. He’s regal, dressed in fine, all black clothing. “I know that Mare wanted to kill you today, I know that she needed a distraction and that her distraction needed to be expendable, which is why I’m sitting in front of you.” I squeeze my hands together awkwardly, a bit of genuine irritation rolling in my stomach. “That’s literally all I know, I’m not even part of the Guard.” I scratch the back of my wrist. If I were him, I wouldn’t believe that, but I’m being honest. How pitiful can one person be that they’re worth more disconnected from the group they work for than as an actual member? “You don’t take that kind of risk for someone that’s only skill set is in thought.”

I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but I don’t regret it. Maybe he’ll think that my story is so pathetic it has to be true. “You have to know more than that.”

“The Scarlet Guard only reaches out to me on a need-to-know basis, and anything worthwhile to you is something I clearly didn’t need to know.” In a way, I’m glad I can’t give him anything. “So are you going to kill me with a bullet or do you prefer more flamboyant executions?” My death should be plain. I am human completely--I bleed red and I have no powers. “I do think anything more than a simple death is more trouble than I’m worth.”

His lips press together oddly, something beneath his expression tightening. “You don’t think your dearest friend will return for you?”

The sarcasm in his voice sparks something in me I thought only my sister could. “I think she has a lot of responsibilities and I wouldn’t blame her for having priorities.”

His eyebrows draw together. “I think you’re painfully unaware of how attached to you she is.” I press my lips into a thin line. “She’ll come for you.”

Something selfish in me hopes that he’s right. No one has ever wanted me enough to come back for me. My mother wanted perfect daughters that knew how to only think in terms of trapping men with stable careers. My sister did it, but I could never manage, and to my mother that made me useless.

“If you believe it,” I mumble beneath my breath.

I don’t know if he hears me. I can’t bring myself to care if he did. “For your sake, you better not have lied to me.”

My back relaxes against the raspy wall, fighting down a grimace as the motion irritates my rib injury. “Cross my heart, Your Highness.”

I watch him carefully, his expression turning into something much more grim. “A King is referred to as His Majesty.”

“My father was a prominent war general and my mother only wanted daughters she could use to social climb.” I fight down a grin. “I know what I said.”

His expression darkens into something bone chilling. “I am the King and you’ll refer to me as such or deal with even less pleasant circumstances.”

I fight against the urge to cower, picturing Mare’s strength in my veins. There’s weakness in everyone, and if I squint I can see the thin cracks in him. “You have everything--the crown, the power, the support of the people, and it’s still not enough. You won and you still feel like you’re competing.”

“You don’t know anything,” he seethes, practically growling.

I shouldn’t press him, but the more he reacts, the more weaknesses are revealed. “I know what it’s like to have a sibling that’s the sun, and no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you’re always trapped in a shadow.”

The lighting makes his eyes look almost glazed over. “My mother will be here soon and the truth will be revealed.”

He can run from me, but not the truth. Cal has nothing, he has everything--the father that never cared for him is dead, and yet he’s still trapped. Our similarities hurt me more than my physical injuries.

Maven turns, his gaze moving off of me feels like the removal of heavy shackles. “It would do you well to not press me. You’re worth as much whole as you are broken.”

There’s the strangest hint of something more to his voice. I wonder if he’s speaking to more than just me. “You haven’t won until that voice in your head telling you that you’re not enough is silenced.”

“You’re a powerless girl who isn’t even wanted by a dying cause and couldn’t find a husband to drag her above the poverty line. You know nothing about me, and if you keep pretending I’ll slaughter you in front of your dear friend.”

He leaves without another word. I fall asleep with my back against the wall and my ribs aching.

#red queen #red queen x reader #maven #maven calore #maven calore x reader #maven calore imagine #red queen imagine #mare barrow #cal calore #bookboyfriend #book boyfriend x reader

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years

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I'm Yours, You're Mine | 5

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: Cheating, yandere!felix, sub!felix, mention of blackmail, public sex, pussy eating, guided masturbation?, fingering, hella jealousy, assault mention, jisung inclusion lmao

A/N: link to the gorgeous dress the OC wears made a super lovely anon thank you babe

GIF CREDIT

“What is taking you so long?” You grunt, walking into the kitchen to find the freckled boy pulling a tray out of the oven. At the sound of your voice, he springs up and flashes you a brilliant smile that explains just why he’s nicknamed the sunshine boy. You smile bitterly at the reminder. Oh, how you used to believe that.

“I just finished the brownies for the picnic, noona.” He chirps happily, looking so angelic, like a bad thought never crossed his mind ever.

Felix wants to take you on a romantic picnic date beside the river. He volunteered to do everything, making you both the food and drinks you’ll need so all you’ll have to do is sit there and enjoy the pleasant early summer weather.

Taking a deep breath, you steal yourself, preparing for the transformation you’ve come to expect from him. “Oh, we’re not going on a picnic. I changed my mind. I wanna go to the mall instead.”

You know the commercial, impersonal place would upset the sentimental boy, and that’s why you do it. The sharp fall of his smile makes your heart stop for a second and your body stiffen, preparing for an attack.

“What?” He asks gruffly.

“I need new summer clothes.” You try to appear nonchalantly.

“Can’t you do that any other time?”

“I want to do it today.” You shrug, stopping yourself from flinching as you see his jaw clench. “You promised you’d take care of me. You promised you’d do what I want.” You remind him of the promises he made after attacking you last time. The promises he made to make you give him another chance. You didn’t believe in any of his promises, and you were provoking him on purpose to prove that he can’t himself in check so you’d have a reason to call this whole thing off.

And it seems he’s getting there. “But we agreed on this date. I prepared a lot for this. I made you fucking brownies.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” You accuse, and he flinches, his body immediately deflating as the anger rushes out of him. “No, I won’t. It’s okay. We can go wherever you want, noona. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

You didn’t expect this reaction from him. You thought he’d lash out again. Maybe it really was a mistake like he said, and you should give him another chance. You’re lost in contemplation when his soft, low voice breaks through to you.

“Would you at least try the brownies?” He pleads, his pretty eyes sparkling, making you believe that the universe truly is a cruel, uncaring place if the stars would agree to light up the eyes of someone like him. Still, you can’t resist the constellations reflected in his eyes and onto his cheeks, finding yourself compelled to lean down and press a kiss to his pouty lips.

You suck in a sharp breath at the exploding light that brightens his face at such a small action, like a supernova, blazing your cold heart.

“Okay.” You breathe, and he, giddy with excitement, cuts off a piece for you. You reach out for it but he swings his hand out of the way, wanting to feed it to you himself. You open your mouth and accept the food, biting a piece of it off and chewing it.

Felix watches you with bated breath, as if your opinion would win him a national baking competition. You’re scared by how much you’re enjoying his attention, and it scares you. It’s too easy to get addicted to him.

“How do you like it, noona?”

“It’s sublime.” You smile, the divine taste of the dessert and his angelic features could fool you into thinking you’re in heaven. How can one person give you such radically conflicting feelings? You feel like you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, not knowing if at the end of fall you’ll be greeted by the refreshing ocean water or the jagged, deadly rocks.

Felix’s smile gets impossibly wider as he giggles. “I knew you’d like it, baby.” He leans in to give you a peck that’s sweeter than the food you just had.

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You can’t find anything you like. Nothing at all.

Frustrated, you turn to Felix who had been following you obediently like a little puppy through the countless stores.

“I don’t know. Do you see anything good?” You huff, and he seems surprised by your question, not having expected you to actually take his opinion, albeit how last choice it is. You feel bad. He not only didn’t complain like he promised, even though you cancelled the picnic he wanted, but he actually hyped you up and showered you with compliments every time you’d try on something new.

“What do you like your girl to wear?” You tease him, knowing your words will bring a pretty blush to his face.

“I--I like dresses.” He replies sheepishly.

“Yeah? Like what? Show me.”

It’s your turn to follow him around as he bashfully picks out a few dresses for you. You notice they're all so girly and pretty with bows and frills and lace. Seems like he has a type.

“Do you want me to try them on, baby?” You ask when he hands them to you.

“Please.” He breathes, impatient to see them on you and you think it's adorable how excited he is. You don’t wear dresses, and you know you won’t wear these, but you try them on just for him, not expecting how much his reaction will affect you.

"Wow." He sucks in a breath, his widened eyes taking in every inch of you. Smirking, you ask, "You like it that much?"

He nods vigorously, looking at you with adoration and want you’ve never had directed at you before. It takes your breath away, how genuine it looks, compelling you to do everything in your power to earn it.

The dress is made of a pretty pink Chiffon material, with a pink bow circling under the chest and a sweetheart neckline that exposes your collarbones and dips down to show quite a bit of cleavage, serving to emphasize your breasts that Felix can’t take his eyes off of. The contrast between the light and princessy look of the flowy skirt, and the seductive neckline hints at a certain corruption of innocence begging to be undertaken.

But just as you prepare to be engulfed in the sparkly blue-green of the ocean water, you find yourself crumpling over the rocks as Felix pulls out his phone to take a picture of you.

“You and your pictures.” You comment bitterly, happiness gone. “Gonna blackmail me over this too?”

He gasps, and the hand holding his phone immediately drops down, as if he couldn’t believe you’d say that.

“What, did you forget that you forced me into this?” You mock, “I bet you’re loving this. Making me do this. Dressing me up like I’m your doll? I bet your little dick is hard right now.”

He shakes his head, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to deny your words or just defend his actions. Pulling him close by his jeans, you press your thigh between his legs and laugh when it’s met by his hard-on. “See? I know everything that goes on in your sick brain.”

“Just wanna be good for you.” He whimpers, but even as he says that, his eyes fall to your breasts and his hand reaches out to run over the neckline of the dress you have on.

“Of course you do.” You snarl, and he cowers under your harsh tone. But like a kid at a candy store, he can’t stop his hand from straying, his fingers trailing down to circle around your nipples pushing through the soft material of the dress.

Grabbing his wrist, you bring his hand to your mouth and take his middle finger into your mouth, sucking on it lightly, grinning as his knees buckling and a small whimper leaves his lips. He tries to push you back into the fitting room but you don’t budge, taking his finger out of your mouth and humming. "I suddenly want something to suck on. Why don't you buy me a popsicle baby? I'm feeling hot."

He gulps harshly, "Yes, noona."

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Felix buys all the dresses for you and you keep wearing the pink one, wanting to make him suffer more through the trip.

You strut to the ice cream store, feeling unstoppable in your flowy dress with your lovestruck lover in toe, hand on your waist and eyes glaring at everyone, trying to fend off anyone who would try to approach you.

Felix sits you down in a booth at the far end of the store, hiding you from view as he goes to get what you want. You sigh, playing the skirt of your new dress, lost in thought about Felix and how you feel about him. He’s sweet, addictively so, but he’s volatile and that scares you. Would you pick him over Chan? What if he just wants you because Chan has you? Maybe this is some kind of sick competition for him. Or maybe it’s the contrast with Chan that makes you like him at all. Maybe you’re just upset with Chan.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud, cheery voice. “Noona, how are you?”

Coming out your daze, you blink, taking in the new figure. “Oh, hey, Jisung.”

“What are you doing here?” He asks giddily, eyes raking over your body, stopping over your breasts the same way Felix did, and lingers on them too long. You clear your throat, smirking as his eyes snap back up to your face as he flushes.

You’re quite aware of the crush he has on you. So better get rid of him before Felix comes and throws a tantrum. Unless…

This could be your chance to get back at Felix for what he did to you and for forcing you to go on this date. He can threaten to tell Chan on you but what is he gonna do to Jisung? Nothing.

“I’m just hanging with a friend.” You smile broadly, “Why don’t you join us?”

“Wouldn’t your friend mind?” He asks, already moving to sit down. You grin wickedly, “No, he’ll love it."

“Okay.” He sits down opposite you, unsuspecting of the storm about to come over. Right on time, Felix comes back with your popsicle.

“Oh, hey Lixie! This is Jisung. We work together.” You pull him down, ignoring the sour look on his face.

“Hey!” Jisung pipes up with a friendly wave that Felix doesn’t return. Felix pins the other boy down with a glare that makes Jisung shrink back.

“He’s just a little shy.” You reach over the table and place your hand over his to comfort him, a gesture that only makes Felix angrier and he in turn grabs your thigh under the table and squeezes it in warning. Turning to him, you pluck the popsicle out of his hand and take a big lick. “Hmm, this is tasty.”

You take the part of the popsicle into your mouth, giving Felix a wink before you turn to the other boy. “So, how have you been, Sungie?”

“Um… good.” He fidgets as you swirl your tongue around the popsicle in an obviously suggestive way.

“How's your girlfriend?” You ask, knowing full well that they broke up. His eyes follow your tongue for a second before he clears his throat and answers. “We’re not together anymore.”

“Oh, no!” You pout, lips cherry colored and glistening with melted ice cream. “That must be very hard for you, baby.”

You feel Felix’s hand clench around your thigh, but you don’t spare him a glance as you continue, “How have you been handling that?”

You place the popsicle back in your mouth, sucking on it enticingly as you eye Jisung up and down and wait for him to answer, but the poor boy can barely string his words together. “It’s--I’m...o-okay.”

Pulling the popsicle out of your mouth with a wet slurp, you smile while licking the tip of the treat. “I’m so glad. Hmm, this is so good.” You moan out, and extend the popsicle towards him. “Wanna try it?”

Jisung chokes on his own spit, and you can tell that a handprint will remain on your upper thigh from how hard Felix’s fingers were digging into your skin.

"No that's okay, noona." Jisung fidgets, and you know he’s rubbing his thighs together under the table. You ignore his refusal, pushing the popsicle towards his mouth. "Come on baby, open up for me."

He obediently opens his mouth despite his refusal, but before he can close his lips around the ice cream, you pull it away with a laugh. "Why don't you stick out your tongue for me?"

He sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes snap to Felix. You can only see the other boy from the corner of your eye, but the rage rolling off of him in waves more than explains the terrified look on your coworker's face. No, that wouldn't do.

Leaning over the table, your ass in Felix’s face barely covered by the short dress, you curl a finger under Jisung’s chin and turn his attention towards you. "Don't look at him baby. Keep your eyes on me."

He nods weakly and you smile, moving to sit back down when Felix grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his lap, a small gasp escaping from your lips as you feel his hard-on against your thin underwear.

Your grin grows bigger, and you grind down on Felix’s dick as you tell Jisung, "Now show me your tongue, baby."

The sight of Jisung’s glazed eyes and pretty tongue out like a cute puppy makes you moan a little, something only Felix can hear. You feel his hand move from your hip to your pussy, fingers rubbing over you now soaked panties. With a shuddering breath, you move the popsicle over Jisung’s tongue, delighted by how he doesn’t pull it back into his mouth until you tell him to.

"Such a good boy." You coo, and you feel Felix’s fingers slip under your panties to rub harshly at your bare pussy. Shuddering, you open your legs wider for him. "He's such a good boy, isn't he, Felix? I bet he'd never act out or disobey me."

Felix grabs your clit between his thumb and index finger and pinches lightly, making you jump in his lap and bounce on his cock, the two of you groaning out in pleasure and making poor Jisung whimper as he clutches hard onto the table to keep from touching himself.

Opening your legs wide, you order Felix, "Put your fingers in me. Wanna show you what you're not getting by being a brat."

His hand leaves the tight circles he’s drawing over you clit and dip down to your hole, plunging a finger right in. “Oh, fuck.” You shudder at the delicious intrusion and the thrust of Felix’s dick against your pussy, the both of you clearly wishing that was his dick instead of his finger.

“Feels good, baby?” You whisper back to Felix and he nods sharply, finger pushing in and out of you incessantly as if you’ll tell him to stop at any moment. "Yeah? Tell Jisung how it feels."

Felix growls against your skin, sinking his teeth into your shoulder angrily, not wanting to think about the other guy with you right now. But you don’t back down. "Tell him or I'll have him find out himself."

He stuffs another finger inside you, and obeys, voice grave and hostile. “Noona’s pussy is tight around my fingers. So soft and wet for me. Only me.”

You laugh breathlessly, bucking your hips against Felix’s hand so that your clit can rub against his palm. Poor Jisung’s hands were white from how tightly he was gripping onto the table, and you’re worried he would either break it or hurt himself.

“You getting turned on watching us, baby?” You drawl, getting his attention. “It’s okay. You can touch yourself.”

As if he was waiting for your permission, Jisung instantly sticks his hand between his legs, and humps against it to relieve some of the pressure.

“Good boy.” You murmur, and Felix abuses the spot he bit in your shoulder again, deeping the mark forming there and making his feelings clear about you praising another guy while he’s fingering you. "Did you fantasize about my pussy, baby?"

“Yes.” Both of them answer, and you laugh.

"Hmm, seems like you've got competition, kitty. Maybe I chose the wrong boy to play with."

Felix stops abruptly, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing you onto the seat next to him. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest, thinking that he’s about to make a scene. Instead, he slips under the table and pulls on your hips so your ass is at the edge of the seat. Yanking your panties off, he spreads your legs wide.

"Gonna prove to you that I'm the one for you." He buries his face in your pussy, angrily licking every little inch of it and sucking harshly on your clit.

“Oh, fuck---Felix!” You moan, grabbing onto his hair as he devours your pussy. “Good boy. This is exactly where you belong.”

From the barely open slit of your eyes you see Jisung frustrated and on the verge of crying as he’s not getting as much stimulation as he needs.

"Pull your pretty cock out for me baby.” You drawl, trying to entice him so he’d forget about being in a public place and give in to you. “Don't be scared. Noona wants you to be dirty."

He discards his fears, pulling his dick out and yanking on it fast.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.” You effuse, and under the table, Felix pulls back to slap your pussy in punishment, furious that you’re still giving Jisung attention even though he’s on his knees under the table eating your pussy out.

“Brat.” You hiss, tugging on his hair and pushing his head back between your legs, grinding your pussy against his face.

"Wanna cum, please." Jisung begs, and you tear your eyes away from Felix’s shiny and livid ones to look over at him. He doesn’t look pretty or angelic as Felix looks even under the cramped table and surrounded by the pink Chiffon as he ignores his need to breathe in favor of pleasing you. Instead, Jisung he looks sweaty and fucked dumb, his eyes barely focused and his jaw hanging open.

"Wait for noona." You gruffly answer, squeaking in surprise as you feel Felix’s tongue push inside your pussy, a growly moan ripping out of him as he feels your tight walls around his tongue.

"You are doing such a good job, kitten.” You purr down to your lover, fucking his pretty face.

“No, I can’t, n-noona… please.” He cries, and you glare at him. “I said wait.”

“Can’t….ahh...noona, I’m sorry….fuck, fuck!” He squeaks, body convulsing as little ropes of white stain his shirt.

Seeing the mess he makes, you’re tipped over the edge yourself, cumming on Felix’s tongue and closing your thighs around his head, trapping him there. Obediently, he stays still as your hips buck a few more times against his face before your body relaxes and your legs fall open.

Felix gives your pussy a couple of soothing licks before he pulls your dress down and emerges from under the table, his face glistening with your cum. Yet somehow, he still looks as delicate and beautiful as ever as leans into your hand cupping his cheek.

“Good boy.” You murmur, your other hand reaching out to palm his crotch when a wet spot surprises you. You raise an eyebrow "oh?"

"I'm sorry. I know you didn’t say I could cum. I just wanted this for so long. Wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel." He sobs, thinking you'll laugh at him. But you find it so incredibly sexy and flattering. You never thought you'd meet a guy who enjoyed pleasing you that much.

"You did good, baby." You beam, patting his cheek. ”Sitting there while I flirt with another boy? Maybe next I just make you watch while I fuck him. How does that sound? I bet it will make your little cock so hard, you little pervert."

He shakes his head violently, getting upset. "No, please don't. It would kill me. I love you so much." He breaks down and starts babbling about how he never wanted it to be this way. How sorry he is, begging you to not do this again.

"Hush, my dumb kitty." You press your finger against his lips to stop him from talking. “It’s okay. How about we go home and get cleaned up then have some coffee and brownies?"

He nods gratefully, and you’re about to get up when you hear someone cough. You look in front of you and remember that you had a guest.

“Oh, Jisung. Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” You say, pulling Felix up and ignoring Jisung’s protests, and walking to the door.

However, Jisung isn’t the only one with something to say. As you’re about to leave the shop, an employee intercepts you. You can immediately tell what he’s going to say from the severe look on his face.

“Please, don’t try to come back to our shop or we’ll have to call the police.”

You nod, cheeks burning in humiliation as you run out and drag a smiling Felix behind you to the car.

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When you head off to work a few days later, you wonder what you’re going to say to Jisung. You had set off to work with a promise to Felix that you’re not gonna pursue anything with the brunette, but he weirdly didn’t seem particularly concerned about the matter, despite how upset he was that day.

Yes, you’d been extra nice to him these past few days, acting much more receptive to his affectionate ways and responding in kind, but you still didn’t expect that much change.

Your brain is buzzing with all the possibilities about how Jisung will react and your lover’s one-hundred-eighty flip in attitude as you step into your office, but then you realize that Jisung isn’t there at all. Asking around, you find out that he’s at the hospital. Apparently he’d injured himself while playing with a knife. You roll your eyes. That boy is a danger to himself.

Still, you decide to go check up on him at the hospital.

You expect him to act awkward around you, to blush and stutter and look away. What you don’t expect is the sheer horror on his face upon seeing you.

“Wow, did I scar you that bad?” Is the first thing you say to him once you’re inside his hospital room.

“Why are you here?” He asks shakily, staring behind you as if he’s expecting someone to pop out from there.

You frown, “I realize I may have crossed the line yesterday but I just wanted to make sure you’re alright."

“I’m fine. Now please leave.”

“Thanks, I’m so reassured right now.” You roll your eyes, moving closer to him. ”How did this even happen? How does one stab their own leg?”

But as you reach out to touch his shoulder, he screams. "Don't touch me! You can't touch me!"

"What's going on? You're freaking me out." You jump back, and once again, he looks behind you. "Does he know you're here?"

"Who?"

"Your boyfriend."

"Chan?” You ask, confused. What does Chan have to do with this? “He doesn't even know you."

"No, Felix. The one that was with you yesterday."

"Felix? He's not my---" Your face suddenly falls as a horrible thought crosses your mind. No. It can’t be. "Did he do this to you?"

Jisung pales and shakes his head violently "No. I told you it was an accident. Now please leave."

He seems to be on the verge of breakdown, and maybe you should try to calm him down, but your mind is in an upheaval right now, and all you could think of is running to Felix to prove to yourself that you’re just being crazy. He would never do something like this, would he? It can’t be. It’s simply outrageous. But then again his weird change in behavior, his volatile attitude that always keeps you on edge… No, that’s crazy talk.

Numbly you go out of the room and make your way to your car to head back home. You’ll talk to Felix and he’ll tell you how stupid you’re being, and it’s all gonna be alright.

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A/N: this chapter was written so quickly because of all the lovely feedback you guys gave me so yeah feedback feeds me

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ekaterinatepes · 3 years

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Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: it’s getting interesting here ;) enter prince charming Sugu-kun to save the day.

IX.

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Satoru was afraid of making a move, least he tipped you over the edge and made you bolt; he didn’t want that. Swallowing hard he looked into your eyes… God… he had missed your beautiful E/C eyes so much. Waking up every morning without you by his side, without you kissing him awake cause he was going to be late for work… again. Your absence had left a literal infinite void in his heart that he was unable to fill.

“I know I don’t deserve anything from you Y/N, but I love you and I cannot give up on us… We said forever when we got married. And I want that… with you” speaking from the heart was not something Satoru ever did. He always preferred to cover any emotions with inappropriate jokes and double entendres. But he knew he couldn’t play his stupid games, not with you and most certainly not now.

You pulled away in that moment, as if his touch was burning you. He allowed it, doing his utmost effort not to pull you back in. His hands itched resting at his sides, missing the warmth of your body.

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It was you and me, it seemed to last forever

The way you taste and I still remember… the sounds we made.

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“It would have been nice if you felt that way before you decided to ruin this marriage. Where were those promises of forever when you fucked someone else?” You asked piercing his eyes with yours. He cowered under your glare. Satoru had never been on the receiving end of your wrath and now he understood why most people chose (wisely) to not mess with you. Every single one of your words was chosen carefully to cause the most damage. At the same time… what hurt the most was that you were right.

“Leave and don’t ever come back… you and I… are through…” Satoru noticed how you avoided calling him by his name, he hated it. As if uttering his name would leave a bad taste in your mouth “Y/N…” he whispered pleadingly when you took another step away. But this time he didn’t have the courage to stop you as you disappeared inside your apartment and locked the door behind you.

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I bet you wish you had me back! Another chance to gain it, just like that. The best you ever had.

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Satoru was fucked.

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The next morning Suguru’s plane landed. JFK international airport was as busy and chaotic as one would expect. After collecting his luggage he made his way to a cab giving the driver your current address.

He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink during the trip, his mind swarmed with all the possibilities of what could be happening right now. Satoru didn’t play fair and of course… you loved (probably still love) the lucky bastard.

With a sigh he decided to focus instead on the city going by through the cab’s windows. It wasn’t the first time he was in New York and his mind was much more occupied torturing him instead of appreciating the landscape.

After 40 minutes, Geto stood before a very nice and modern building located in the upper east side called Hawthorn Park. You sure knew how to live in luxury. He approached the doorman and let him know his name and that he was here to see Miss Ekaterina Petrova to which the kind looking old man responded by using his intercom to contact you. Geto was soon granted access and guided to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened on the 21st floor, he walked to the door of your apartment which was already open and you were waiting for him. His smile fell once he noticed you have been crying “oh Kitten” dropping his luggage on the spot he surrounded your body in his arms “I’m so sorry…” one didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had found you.

You both moved inside your apartment. Settling on the spacious couch you buried your face on Suguru’s lap as you cried. He stroked your now darker strands of h/c hair without a word exchanged. He knew you needed to let it all out. After what seemed an eternity you sat back up. Suguru gently dried your eyes.

“He was here last night…” you whispered in a raw and scratchy voice, result of your endless hours of distress before his arrival “he told me he loved me, that he left Sookie” scoff “and hear this… he left her because the baby wasn’t his!” Talk about karma at its best. Suguru already knew that but he was surprised to hear Satoru had come clean about it to you “He probably thought I would fall for that! But I didn’t” you added firmly.

Suguru was proud of you. He knew how hard it was for you to resist Satoru but you stood tall and proud when it mattered the most. “What do you want to do now?” Where you planning on moving again?

“I’m not leaving…” you said looking into Suguru’s liquid amber gaze. You couldn’t help but notice once again he had such pretty eyes, like a cat. You’ve always liked them, specially when they looked at you with such tenderness. You have missed him dearly during all this time.

“I can’t keep running away from him; I mean… it’s obvious he won’t stop and I… I am tired of molding my life to adapt to his whims. I’m staying here whatever happens. Sugu… I got the part for the Swan Lake!” You added remembering you haven’t talked to him during the last week and so he didn’t know about your latest accomplishment.

Geto’s eyes enlarged before a huge smile split his handsome face and his massive frame engulfed you in a tight hug. Of course he knew everything about ballet, he was your best friend after all. This was huge! Probably as big as making it in the ballet world meant “I’m so proud of you Kitten!” He said excitedly kissing your temple. Maybe not everything was as bad as he thought.

You were upset, it was true. But then again you were not prepared last night. Satoru had taken you by surprise. Now… you knew he was here and more or less knew what to expect from your soon to be ex-husband.

“Thank you Sugu…” you stopped and pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes from your height. He was a very tall man compared to you “I missed you” you said with a bright smile to which Geto replied with one of his own before pulling you in again for another hug “I missed you too Kitten” stroking your back softly Suguru decided he was happy to be here… with you.

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She's given up, been holding on for way too long

She's had enough

He's coming home again

But it's too late 'cause she won't stay with him

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The sunshine hitting his face was what woke him up. With a grunt Satoru rolled over on his side only to fall unceremoniously from the couch where he had passed out last night. The last thing he remembered was warping back to his hotel after you left him on the roof. The memory of you, turning your back on him and walking away squeezed his heart in a painful grasp.

Alcohol was never something he was attracted to, he liked to keep his brain constantly alert and stimulated. It served a purpose of course, it kept his infinity barrier on at all times, even when he was asleep. But last night he hit rock bottom. He didn’t care anymore…

As soon as he got back to the hotel, hopelessness made a home in his chest, sitting heavy on his heart. Walking to the fully stocked bar placed on the corner of his suite he opened a bottle of whiskey. He started slow since most everything was too bitter for his taste, so he went through the process of trying every single bottle until he found something to his liking.

Two hours and about fifteen different shots of everything he decided to settle for a bottle of Amaretto, some fancy Italian liquor made of apricot kernels. It was sweet.

Everything else after that was blur. Moving his sore body from the floor he forced himself to go to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help ease his misery. Peeling off his clothes the smell of booze clinging on them made Gojo cringe. He decided to brush his teeth before showering. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t recognize the man starring back at him. He was a mess.

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Are we just ghosts out in the night?

Are we just waiting for a light that doesn't shine?

Are we just faking or is this real?

'Cause I don't know how to feel

Are we just ghosts now, you and I?

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Last night he had been so desperate, so hopeless and broken hearted. That’s when it hit him… his wife didn’t hurt him, she didn’t cheat on him (unlike himself), she didn’t do anything to him and yet he was feeling as if the world was collapsing around him. He lied, cheated and fucked up everything for them both.

Guilt…

Unadulterated, burning and suffocating guilt was consuming him. He felt bad before but it wasn’t until last night that he grasped the concept that Y/N didn’t owe him anything at all and that HE didn’t deserve it anyways.

The plan originally had been to get back in your good graces by doing penitence, submitting to your every whim and desire by becoming your devoted slave for as long as you would have it. He never even considered the possibility that his wife DID NOT WANT to forgive him in the first place.

He thought you left to give him a lesson, that you would eventually come back to him after he had a taste of what it was like to lose you.

But even after you both shared such a searing kiss, so passionate that every cell in his body was humming, aflame with desire you still managed to walk away from him as if it meant nothing to you.

What good did it do to him to be the strongest when he couldn’t even protect his wife… from himself.

After showering, changing clothes and ordering every sweet pastry and desert from the room service menu Gojo stopped to rethink his strategy.

What?…

Did you think he was going to stop there?

Absolutely no, love!

If anything, your rejection had only fueled his need to get you back.

“Time for plan B” sighing he pulled out his phone it rang a couple times before someone answered “good morning Mrs. Mazzo, this is Gojo Satoru. I’m going to need you to forward to me Miss Petrova’s rehearsal schedule…”

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“This is really good!” You hummed happily after swallowing a bite of your steak. Suguru sat across from you at Keens Steakhouse, with a grin he watched as you indulged yourself in what you called your ‘cheat meal’ of the month. Being a professional ballerina was a tough and demanding commitment that controlled every aspect of your life, from how you train to what you eat. Despite it all, Geto knew you always found a happy balance that worked just fine for you.

Seeing your big smile made his heart jump in his chest, you were as beautiful and alluring as the day he met you. If only he had told you he liked you before Satoru did. This question kept him up at night, playing all sorts of scenarios in his mind. If he had taken the first step… would things have been different? Would you have ended up together? Married? Shaking his head he tried to focus on what you were actually saying. Deviating his thoughts to that kind of scenarios was dangerous. He also didn’t want to push it when he was perfectly aware you were still healing; he wasn’t a low life piece of shit to take advantage of your vulnerability.

But when you smiles at him as if he was the only thing in your world, when you held his hand across the table, playing with his finger, his throat felt dry and tight.

“What do you think Sugu?” Your curious and expecting eyes caught him like a deer in the headlights “I’m sorry Kitten, I was distracted. Could you repeat that please?” He asked with an affable smile.

You chuckled and stroke his hand softly “you look tired, did you sleep at all in the plane?” He shook his head “no, I didn’t. I never can, it’s uncomfortable” he hid on purpose the true reason why he hadn’t been able to sleep “come on Sugu! Let’s go back home! I bet you are tired” you said offering him a sweet smile.

After paying your bill you walked the few blocks back home. Suguru of course would be staying with you in the spare room of your penthouse. Holding hands while you talked to him about the activities the city had to offer, your schedule and how you intended to fit the time to do some tourism with him. “You don’t have to bother Kitten, I know you are busy enough with your job, I will be fine” he insisted.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him, pouting, making him chuckle. You looked every bit the kitten he knew you to be, all bothered and moody “no! I want to spend time with you too you know! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’m not going to waste this chance!” You insisted to which Suguru threw his hands up in the air “I surrender Kitten! Do with me as you will” you giggled and then blushed. “Uh… eh… ok! I will!” He took your hand again and you both resumed your walk.

Satoru warped to the roof top of the building adjacent to yours, the lights were out in your apartment and he couldn’t sense your presence inside. You left? Where did you go?

Before a second though he warped inside your apartment but he saw all your stuff was still there, maybe you went out for groceries or something?

After a few minutes sitting on your couch he decided to wait for you on the street so he could see when you got home.

(Almost an hour later)

Oh… he wasn’t ready for what he saw.

“That mother fu….” Satoru grinds his teeth watching you walk down the street holding onto Suguru’s hand while talking distractedly. From his hiding spot in front of your building he closed his hands in a tight fist.

Well, this complicated things… a lot more.

————-> Chapter 10

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aellynera · 3 years

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Goddess (Orestes x Reader)

GODDESS

(Hi. I wrote an Orestes story - it started as a joke about the way Apocalypse says “my goddess”, and then I was like “oh man I want Orestes to call me his goddess” and then as usual, I don’t know how, but this happened. It’s rather different than most things I write, but I quite enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it. Comments, likes, and reblogs always appreciated!)

Word Count: ~4400

Summary: Orestes is a constant in your life and has a particular way of constantly reminding you.

Warnings: Mentions of character death (briefly described but not graphically.) Implied female reader. Definite probable historical inaccuracies taken for poetic license and dramatic effect. ANGST (I made myself cry while I was writing this.) Christians doing morally void but historically accurate things. Fictional timelines.

When you are four years old, your parents leave everything they’ve built in Rome - their jobs in the palace, their lives in the city, your father’s position on the council -upon the orders of the Emperor and move to Alexandria. Your father’s new role is to assist in turning that city into a bastion of the Empire, to help strengthen the government and support the supremacy of Rome. Your mother is to be a gentle guide to the women, in hearth and home and higher society. And because you are theirs, you go with them.

They meet with the prefect upon your arrival and he welcomes your family. He is bright and cheerful, yet loud and pompous and booming, stern but wise, and while he is a kind man, his volume frightens you. You cower behind your mother’s skirts, steadfastly clinging to her and refusing to join in any pleasantries.

Another woman suddenly appears, a small boy with curly hair and bright dark eyes holding her hand. The boy regards you curiously and asks why you won’t come out and say hello. His mother tells him you’re shy, while your mother encourages you to release your death grip on her gown. Finally, after much coaxing, you relent and she pushes you gently towards the little boy.

His mother says you should go play in the garden while the grown-ups talk, and he reaches a tiny hand out to you, wide-eyed and smiling. His name is Orestes, and he is six.

And when you take his hand with a shy little smile, his voice comes out as a whisper and tells you he thinks you’re a goddess, and he drags you towards the garden to show you the little blue flowers that dot the grass, and you believe him.

***

When you are eight years old, one day you finish your chores early and decide to spend your extra time in the yard, weaving some wildflowers together into a chain while the mid-afternoon sun warms your shoulders.

You are quite happy to be alone and not around the grown-ups for now; they’re so loud, sometimes too loud. You crave the quiet, seek it out often, and you bask in it.

Until a rush of dark curls and bright eyes tears past your house, into your yard, and grabs you by the hand, knocking your flower chain carelessly to the ground. He insists you come play with him on the hill nearby and with a squeal of indignation, you let yourself be dragged along behind him.

Your ire over the discarded flower chain is soon forgotten as your squeals become laughter as you roll and roll down the hill together, grass and dirt sticking to your robes and tufts sticking to his unruly curls.

When you tell him he looks silly, he tells you he doesn’t, and you insist that he does and he protests that he doesn’t. And so it goes back and forth and back again, until you push him or he pushes you or someone pushes the other and you both go tumbling down that hill, end over head over feet, your descent only stopped by a patch of mud at the bottom.

He might be the son of the prefect, and he might be your best friend, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t an enormous brat sometimes.

For a minute you’re both panting and red-faced and near tears, until he starts to giggle and you can’t help but join in, and only laugh harder at his outraged gasp when you hit him square in the chest with a chunk of mud.

And on the way back to your house, when you’re worrying your bottom lip thinking on how to explain to your mother why you’re covered in dead grass and damp bits of dirt, your robes most likely ruined, he tells you with the kind of confidence only possessed by a boy of ten years that everything will be fine, because you are a goddess and brave and strong, and you believe him.

***

When you are twelve years old, you hear of the school that Hypatia is running, because Orestes tells you about it when he starts going. You don’t like that he’s doing something without you. You don’t like being left behind and left out and you want to go to this school too.

Your mother would easily say yes, but your father is reluctant, and it’s not that he thinks a woman shouldn’t learn philosophy and how to read and do arithmetic; it’s more that enough other people in the city do think like this and he is convinced it will not be safe for you.

You care little for your safety. All you want, all you desire, is to be part of this group of scholars and to go to this school and learn. And what danger can possibly be there, when a woman is the one in charge?

So you beg and plead and bargain with your father, until a boy - now a young man - with curls like nighttime and eyes nearly as dark and twinkling with stars, steps in and says he’ll watch over you during your classes, and your father gives his permission. And so you start attending Hypatia’s school.

And when the older boys, boys who were nearly men and should know better, start to bully and deride you for desiring knowledge, when they taunt you and steal your scrolls and yank the ribbons from your hair, he steps in and tells them in no uncertain terms to leave you alone. Neither of your fathers, especially his, are particularly thrilled with the tussles he gets in on your behalf, or the black eye that one petulant snipe Cyrus gives him when he connects a punch when Orestes isn’t properly paying attention.

You frown at him as he sits in a chair next to the washbasin, a clean wet cloth clutched in your hand. He winces as you clean the blood from his cheek and gingerly probe the bruise swelling around his eye.

And when you softly ask why he’d do such a stupid thing, he tells you that even a goddess needs a hero to protect them sometimes, and even though you think him entirely ridiculous and heat comes unbidden to your cheeks, it makes you giddy to believe him.

***

When you are sixteen years old, you watch the boy with the wild ebony curls and liquid chocolate eyes fall in love with a girl. Only it isn’t a girl, it’s a woman, and you realize he’s been doing it for years.

Ever since your first day in the new city, he has always been by your side and you by his, an inseparable duo. You thought that would never change, but here you are, finding yourself forced to watch your best friend slowly but surely let his heart be ensnared by your very own teacher.

All he can talk about now, it seems, is Hypatia and her philosophies; Hypatia and her scrolls and the amazing things she is currently reading; Hypatia and her outlandish theories on the universe and the stars. Always Hypatia, all things Hypatia.

You never knew you could hate someone as amazing and wonderful as Hypatia.

It doesn’t seem to matter that his attentions are not equally returned, that she never fully indulges his lovesick whims and overreaching attempts to gain her attention. She continues to treat him as a student, and outside of class possibly even as a dear friend, and he continues to pine.

One afternoon you’re among the stacks of scrolls at the library, trying to find the parchment necessary to complete an assignment Hypatia has given you. You honestly would rather not find it and not even bother finishing your assigned work right now, and you must have some kind of look on your face because he takes the scroll you’re clutching from your hand and leads you to a mostly hidden nook in the room. And he stops talking about Hypatia for a moment to ask you what is wrong.

You want to tell him you miss him, that you want him back, that he’s making a mistake, but you can’t, you don’t. It takes a bit more coaxing, but you finally tell him you’re lonely and you wish there was someone you could find, someone you had to love as much as he had his person, he smiles and tells you that one day you will, because you’re a goddess and the right person will be pulled to the love and light you always emit. You smile back weakly and blink and look away and you want nothing more than to believe him.

***

When you are twenty years old, the library at Alexandria is destroyed.

It happens on a sunny afternoon not unlike so many others that have passed before, when suddenly the doors are broken down and the Christians rush in and the chaos ensues.

You’re sitting at a table with a quill in your hand, carefully writing your thoughts on a piece of parchment, when you hear the shouting in the entryway. And before you know what’s going on, shelves are being knocked over, papers tossed into the air like so much confetti, scrolls being thrown left and right. The air is beginning to smell acrid; you can see a few people setting small fires in some of the stacks.

The windows above you shatter as others throw rocks and even a chair, and you look around wildly for a way out. You don’t know which way is the right way to go, or even if there is a right way to go.

Everything is madness.

A pair of arms suddenly shoot out and grab you around the waist and your scream pierces the air like the horn on the top of the lighthouse trying to guide a ship to shore. Instead you realize you’re trying to drive this ship to its ruin, to free yourself from its depths with wildly swinging elbows and kicks, until you hear a familiar voice shouting your name over the ruckus.

You take in your assailant, all frantic curls and impossibly wide, dark eyes, and collapse into him in relief. Orestes tells you that you need to go, you need to get out, and to find both your fathers in the nearby council chambers and they’ll know where to go, where it’s safe. You ask him to come with you, but he shakes his head.

He tells you he needs to help save as many of the books and scrolls as he can, and you tell him to give you all you can carry and when you run, you’ll take them with you. So he loads your arms full to bursting, and when a rock flies by inches from your face and you drop the items at the top of the pile, he ignores that and pushes you roughly in the direction of the side exit. He says you must leave now, and he’ll be behind you before you know it.

He presses his lips to your temple ever so briefly, spares you a pained smile, and says you’re a goddess for the small bit of assistance you are giving.

As you run for safety, or what might be further peril, you spare a glance over your shoulder and see him helping Hypatia grab as much of the library’s contents as they can, and you don’t have another second to spare on deciding whether or not to believe him.

***

When you are twenty four, it’s your wedding day and everyone tells you this will be the most joyous day of your life so far. Your mother helps you dress in the softest, most expensively beautiful gown you’ve ever owned, and one of your sisters weaves a crown of laurels for your hair. Another sister makes a chain of wildflowers to wind around your wrist. You have never felt as beautiful as you do on this day.

Your father comes to the door of the chamber where your preparations are taking place, to let you know that the guests have all arrived and the groom is nearly ready, and it is almost time. He gives you a kiss on both cheeks, a gesture not common from him, and tells you he will be waiting out by the garden gate when you are ready. Your mother and sisters each kiss your cheek and leave as well, giving you a moment to yourself to gather your thoughts and emotionally prepare for the ceremony.

The door opens again a few minutes later and you turn to face the person behind it, Your eyes go wide, confused, as you take in the man before you. His dark curls are smoothed back and elegantly styled, his robes are regal and dashing, and his eyes are bright and nervous.

You tell him he shouldn’t be here.

He tells you that he knows, but he can’t help it, he has to see you. That he has been thinking of you all morning, wondering how beautiful you look, how happy you must be, and he just had to see you before you walk down the aisle to take your vows.

You bite your lip and tell him, again, that he shouldn’t be here and you can’t stop your voice from shaking. You turn your head away and look anywhere but at him.

And he repeats that he knows this, and he knows it’s wrong, it goes against all protocols, but he can’t help himself, can’t stop thinking that this is the last time he’s going to see you, see your smile and maybe hear your laugh, might be the last time your eyes can gaze upon each other and the last time he can hold you in his arms as his best friend.

You can’t think of a single thing to say to him, and even if you could, you’re certain your body will not cooperate.

Because he is not the one you are marrying. No, this marriage was arranged by your father and the Emperor, and there is the overwhelming chance that you must go back to Rome, and if you and your new husband leave Alexandria it is not likely you will ever return.

This might be the last time he can tell you that you shine with a light brighter than all the heavens, that you are beautiful and he hopes you will be happy, and you truly are a goddess among mortals.

And so Orestes does. He kisses you softly on your forehead, staying there a bit longer than propriety suggests, and quietly slips from the room. And you can’t see for the tears swimming in your eyes, and you want with all your heart to believe him, but you can’t help but find his words hollow and realize this will be far from the greatest day of your life.

***

When you are barely turned twenty-five, there is a knock on your door in the middle of the night. Perhaps knock is not the correct word, it’s more of an insistent pounding, and you swear under your breath at what could possibly be so important to rouse you out of bed at this unacceptable hour.

You pull a robe over your nightdress and open the door, and all the air leaves your lungs.

Four centurions are standing on your stoop, with a man who looks vaguely familiar; is he a general, maybe, or a captain? You can’t remember where you’ve seen him before, but it doesn’t matter, when he greets you solemnly and begins to speak, and tells you that your husband will not be returning from the front.

You did not return to Rome, as had originally been decreed. You stayed in Alexandria after your marriage because skirmishes had broken out along a few of the empire’s borders, and your new husband was called to action to fight for his ruler and the kingdom. Deep down, you could not have been more glad of it, for though you were born there, Rome had not been your home for over twenty years, and starting a new life there with a new husband would not have made it any more so.

Your knees give out from under you and you consider for a moment that you should be crying, but you aren’t really sad and it strikes you as odd, but you can’t force the tears to come. You love your husband, in a way, but you’re not sad that he won’t be coming home. You’re relieved, and the instant that thought hits you and sends a jolt through your body, you start to laugh. The general, or captain, or whoever he is and his guards look at each other, then at you, and back to each other in utter confusion as you continue to giggle.

It all happens in mere seconds, and you’re sinking to the stone floor beneath, and a very familiar voice, one you have not heard since the day you were wed, tells the guards to stand aside and strong arms catch you before you can tumble completely.

His hair is wild and curly like he was just pulled out of bed himself, and his dark eyes shine with worry and compassion, and he asks you if you’re alright, and this is what finally breaks you from your laughter and brings wetness to your eyes.

Orestes holds you as you cry into his chest and you don’t see the pointed look he gives to the captain and the guards, nor do you see them pull back enough to close the door and wait outside.

You don’t know how long you sit there on the floor in the front hall, or how you’ve possibly gotten his robes that soggy, but eventually you calm and the thoughts roll through your brain again. You are crying because someone has died, you realize this is true even if you’re not so very sad it was your husband. You’re crying because it was your husband and now there will be the mourning period you must dutifully attend as a grieving widow. And now that you’re a widow, eventually you will be expected to take another husband, if one even dares to want you.

And you’re crying because the one reason you were glad to stay in this forsaken city - in the Alexandria which had become your home - the one reason you hoped every day to lay eyes on again and every night resigned that you never would, was suddenly here, his arms wrapped around you and his voice whispering words of comfort into your hair.

You’re not sure when he picks you up and carries you back to your bed, carefully laying you on your pillows and pulling the sheet up to cover your shoulders. You’re not sure how long he stays, holding your hand and brushing stray tendrils of hair from your face. And you’re not sure how long you drift in and out, emotional exhaustion finally catching up and pulling you into nothingness, but before you fade out completely, you feel his thumb gently brush the remaining tears from your cheek, and feel the soft press of his lips on your forehead as he calls you a goddess and tells you to rest.

And as you finally give yourself to the twilight, you aren’t sure if you imagined it, but you choose to believe him, and you cling to it.

***

You’re not sure when it happens, to be honest. Time starts to blend together after that, you just know that you’re older and that it happens, and it isn’t right and it isn’t moral and it isn’t fair. Not to anyone involved, not to the city, not at all.

Hypatia has died, been murdered in the temple at the hands of those who profess themselves to be righteous saviors, brutally stoned and ripped apart as she stood there, proud and defiant to the end. How anyone could do such a thing to another human, especially one such as her, is beyond your comprehension.

It only gets worse when they burn her corpse on a pyre in effigy in the middle of the agora.

Word comes to you of the horrible events, and your first instinct is to find him, the way he found you, came to you when word of your husband’s death made its way back to the city. You set down the parchment you’re scribbling on the desk in your room and grab a dark cloak, partly to conceal yourself and party to ward off the slight chill from the wind.

You make your way to the prefect’s palace but you’re turned away at the gate by pair of surly-looking guards, and giving your name, and then your father’s name, and then the fact that your father reports directly to Rome makes no difference to them. They have been told to let no one in, and let no one out.

No one except the person you’re looking for, apparently, because somewhere in the aftermath you discover that Orestes is nowhere to be found.

No one knows where he’s gone, and no one knows when he left, just that it was sometime between Hypatia being murdered and the fake funeral pyre. He had words with Cyril, someone told you, and then after that, no one knows.

And the Christians take over the city, much like the library so many years ago, and more people are burned at the stake, more people are murdered, more progress is halted, all in the name of what is right and what is true.

They will kill you, too, if they find you, or find out you’re looking for Orestes. It’s been years since you’ve really been in his presence in anything but the smallest of ways, especially in public, but you know there are still enough people who know how close you were. And if they know you used to be close, you know they won’t hesitate to come after you the same way they came for the philosopher.

So you make inquiries as discreetly as possible, ask the gossips that litter the merchants’ stalls in the most innocent way possible, like you’re just a curious citizen asking what’s happened to the rule of order in the city. You even ask your father, once, but he doesn’t reply and his stony gaze makes you certain to never ask again.

And you bury yourself in scrolls and reading, in star charts and theories; in anything, really, that will take your mind off everything that is happening and your lost prefect. Your lost friend, your best friend.

The man you truly love, even if it’s taken you years of self-doubt and missed chances to fully realize and admit it, and now, perhaps do something about it.

One day as you’re sitting at your desk, quill in hand and head in the clouds, you think of something. Something that may be nothing, but it comes to you in a flash and you have an idea of where to go, where to find him, somewhere that few others might know.

You carefully pack a bag with some clothes and supplies, and a crudely drawn map that you sketch from memory and hope you’ve gotten right. It’s been so long since you were there but you’re fairly sure you remember the way. You know that Orestes would remember.

A long day’s journey and a fitful night’s sleep take you into the next day, and the afternoon turns into dusk when the hillside comes into view. It is not the same hill you tumbled down more than once when the two of you got into a scrum, but it’s the one that you would go when you could both sneak away and no one would notice for a few days, and you’d stare at clouds by day and the stars by night.

There is an outcropping set back from the hill, in the base of the mountains nearby, that a person wouldn’t see if they didn’t know where to look. You’d found it one day during a particularly vicious thunderstorm and taken refuge in the cave there, and you’d both commented on how someone had clearly found it once before you, for it was somewhat set up as a living space, with some mats and blankets and a few rations left on makeshift shelves. Anytime you were on these excursions and it would rain, or you simply wanted to be out of the sun, that was where you would go.

And you hope against hope that this is where your answer lies.

You crest the hill and make your way to the foot of the mountain and you can’t help but smile, just a little, thinking this is where he would have gone, should have gone, as his name means of the mountains. In his abandonment, his escape from the city, could he have taken it literally? You’ve known him so long and it feels like the kind of thing Orestes would do.

The hovel comes into view, and you drop your pack, because he does too. Tending to a fire at the mouth of the cave, his back turned slightly to you, his curls a glorious disaster, and he’s grown a beard since last you’d seen him. It’s a look you’ve not seen on him before, but you quite like it, although you consider for just a moment you’d like any look on him at this moment, because he is real and he is standing right in front of you.

The sound of the pack hitting the ground makes him turn, and his dark eyes shine in the firelight, and he looks at you for long moments but doesn’t say anything. Orestes just stares at you, disbelieving, like you might be some kind of mirage or a trick of the light or even some kind of wicked spirit sent to torment him, and so he just stares.

Until you breathe his name.

He blinks once, and his face is suddenly full of hope and relief, all the tension and disbelief of the previous moments falling away, and your heart soars to the heavens and thumps ever so boldly in your chest, and your smile threatens to crack your lips, and the tears fall freely as words finally leave his mouth.

“My goddess.”

~end~

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Fear

Something I wrote for you all really quick this morning. Forgive any grammar mistakes :) Have a great day.

Fear….. I think it would be safe to say that it is the one universal emotion across the galaxy. For most of us, fear is a means to an end: a simple mode of survival, but for humans….. Well fear is something more. Fo us fear comes in situations where we might die, and that’s it. The only thing we fear is the loss of life before our time is up.

Humanity….. Humanity fears implication.

Sure humans experience fear in life or death situations, but sometimes they don’t . Humans will jump from planes, play with fire, and swim deep under the crushing weight of water well over three to four times the pressure of their own gravity. They will tie ropes to their ankles and then jump off of high places.

I don’t think I have ever seen a human that was truly afraid, or at least not overtly…. Not until today anyway.

Sure humans fear death, but they fear implications more. Life or death situations are hardly an issue when you have your own imagination to fear. Humans are a strange species that can leap from the sky for a thrill, but alone in the darkness and safety of their own homes, they conjure up things to fear in the dark. THey see shadows out of the corners of their eyes and reflections in mirrors at their backs.

They fear the implication of things that are unseen.

Believe me, the human mind is a horror house or personal torture.

Just watch their movies, and I promise you that some of the scariest ones to humans, do not involve natural disaster, life or death, or even dangerous killers, but they do involve the unexplainable, the uncontrollable. Those things that hide unseen in the dark and infect the mind like an insidious disease.

Man does not fear life or death, he fears his own mind and what might hide in it’s dark recesses.

***

“Get everything locked up, we do not want to be out here after dark.” The Commander ordered, pushing through a thick stand of deep purple foliage, and out into a large-circular clearing where three of their shuttles stood surrounded by that day’s camping supplies, and a group of waiting marines.

They stood as the second team of marines trudged their way from the bushes covered in dirt, slime, and sweat from their day’s work.

“Break it all down and get it back inside.” The commander ordered.

Krill, who had been waiting in camp with the marines floated over to absently eye the marines as if for scratches scrapes and bruises. Sunny was the last to break through the trees hauling her bulk over a mossy stone and onto the strange purple moss of the clearing. She snorted a leaf from her face, “Why in such a hurry, Commander, afraid of the dark.” Her voice was playful, but the expression he shot her was serious.

She stopped

“No, not the dark, but what might be hiding in it.” He began locking their food away into the climate-controlled lock boxes, “Plus, the last group of colonizers that tried to settle on this place ran screaming after one night. THe UNSC wants to know what’s up. The report had something to do with a ‘mimic” Now I’m ot sure what that means, the civilians were to shaken up to talk, but they seemed adamant that it was important not to go outside after dark, and I am not in the habit of ignoring warnings.”

Sunny nodded a tiny bit apprehensive. Whatever could have made a human run screaming was not something she particularly wanted to deal with.

Krill was as skeptical as ever, “Probably just some strange planetary creature, no big deal. They probably saw it, assumed it was some sort of folk monster and worked themselves up enough to run away.”

Commander Vir didn’t say anything, but didn’t look like he agreed. Then again, he was known heavily as the kind of man that likes to give people the benefit of the doubt.

They got the camp packed up just as the star was beginning to set in the north (the planet had a strange rotation relative to its magnetic field)), and Commander Vir made sure his marines had entered the shuttles and closed the door remaining the last one before coming into the third shuttle and closing the door behind him.

Two other marines were watching the monitors in the cockpit, so he took a seat on his bedroll next to where sunny sat by the wall idly tracing her claws through the striations on the floor. Krill floated not too distantly listening to the sound of idle conversation.

Sunset came and went, and nothing on the camera peaked the marine’s interest.

They left one person on watch for that night while the other came back to select a bedroll and get some sleep.

Commander Vir and Sunny were out like lights back to back with each other in the tropical warmth of the planet’s midnight atmosphere. It hardly seemed like a bad place to settle down. Even Krill had dropped into his half-meditative trance still partially aware of what was going on around him.

***

“Adam!.” Commander Vir jolted away in a cold sweat looking around for where the voice had originated. Most everyone else was still asleep. He shook himself a little. That was strange, for a second he thought that maybe the infected starborn had returned to take over his mind, but…. Starborn couldn’t survive on the face of a planet….. And he would have sworn that voice was the voice of a child.

He rubbed his eyes, stood and moved into the cockpit where one of the marines was still watching the cameras, “Anything?” He muttered, but the marine shook his head. He was just opening his mouth to say something when.

A baby began to cry just outside the shuttle door.

The marine leaped to his feet eyes wide, “What the hell.”

His voice caused everyone else in the compartment to store.

“Adam.” Commander Vir turned in a wild circle to face the wall behind him. Of course he couldn’t see anything because the voice had been just on the other side, like a small child pressing their mouth to the metal, whispering.

A few more of the marines had stood up eyes turned to the hatch with the sound of the crying baby still echoing through the metal, slightly muffled by the door. One of the marines got to his feat and reached for the handle, but Commander vVir caught him, “NO ... that's not a baby marinee. We are the only people on this planet.”

The marine turned to look at him eyes wide with concern, “But, Sir maybe it’s one of the settlers.”

“They may not have been coherent, but they would have told us if they were missing a baby.”

“Adam, Adam, Adam…..” As the voice repeated it plunged from the high chirp of a child deeper and deeper into a demonic growl.”

“Adam!” Something slammed against the side of the shuttle.

The marines yelled out in alarm. Commander Vir jumped back. Something skittered and clawed at the metal outside. More voices joined in whispering pleading. Voices rose and fell, more often than not mimicking the sound of children.

Sunny was up now and found herself at the center of a group of humans who had backed themselves into a circle eyes wide.

The sounds died away for a few moments, leaving them in the deep silence of the forest.

There was a knock on the door, “Daddy…. Daddy, let me in, I'm scared….. Help me.”

One of the marines turned his wide eyed face to the commander and then back to the door, “Jamie.”

A hand clamped around his shoulder, “No, marine, that isn’t who you think it is.”

“Daddy….. Daddy please help me.” The knocking turned to a frantic banging then a thudding, “Daddy please, something is coming!”

The sound of a small body throwing itself against the door repeated over and over and over again.

The marine’s face was streaked with tears, but he held his ground.

However, as they listened, the sound of thudding grew louder and louder. The shuttle rocked violently.

A child could not have had the strength to do that.

The marines cowered back against each other weapons pointed towards the hatch.

The voices faded turning themselves back into gibbering whispers.

Whispering died away replaced by the sound of something rushing through the trees. Thud thud thud on the pad of feet. It’s movements where unholy. It’s feet or hands, whatever they were were soft, and something dragged behind it.

Pad, pad scrape, pad pad, scrape.

“Let me in.” The voice was loud and sudden emanating from about knee height and right behind them. A girl’s voice throat torn and ragged, from fire….. Or from screaming.

The marines yelped and turned to the corner where something now scratched against the metal.

Commander Vir was the first to voice what al the humans were thinking, “Fuck this, let’s get out of here.” With that, he rushed into the cockpit giving a cursory glance to the cameras, but seeing nothing. Engaging the coms system he opened a line to the other shuttles, “Bravo, Charlie, this is Alpha leader ordering and immediate launch, do you copy.”

For a horrifying moment, it seemed as if they wouldn’t answer, but then two voices crackled over the line breathless and hopeful, filled with their agreement.

Commander Vir engaged the launch sequence as the other marines strapped themselves in. Krill and Sunny looked around the cockpit in confusion hardly understanding what was going on. Sure there was something creepy outside, but it was outside….

They had never seen the human’s cut and run so fast before.

And they Cut and run as fast as they possibly could, making it out of atmosphere in record time.

***

Back aboard the ship, only the graveyard skeleton crew was there to meet them surprised and worried to find three teams of frightened bedraggled marines, and their more than paranoid Commander eyeing the shadows in unfounded paranoia.

Krill watched from the side confused.

Sunny looked on in worry.

The skeleton crew got to work packing up the gear allowing the marines to return to the crew quarters for a rest. Commander Vir followed, but paused in the long hallway up to the Captain’s quarters glancing back at Sunny. She was about ready to head down the hall to her room when he spoke, “You know…. Um maybe it is best if….. If maybe, we set up a watch for-for tonight. I mean just to make sure nothing ended up hitching a ride or…. Or something..”

Sunny looked at him in surprise, “But captain, space….”

“Yeah yeah…. I know, I mean…. Just in case, but like in the rec room….. Where we have light, and space to fight…. If we have to.”

She tilted her head at him, but finally nodded in agreement.

She had never seen such a look of relief on anyone’s face before, and together they made their way to the rec room, set up one of the couches and began their “watch.” A watch that simply turned into Adam leaning against her arm and promptly falling asleep.

She rolled her eyes a little, and was about to do the same when a soft thud echoed to her from down the hallway. She opened her eyes suddenly awake and alert ready for some creature to come around the corner, but instead one of the marines poked his head in, “Er….. do you guys you know… need help.”

Sunny looked down at the sleeping Commander and sighed, “The more the merrier I suppose.”

“Oh… ok…. I guess I can help.” He walked over, selected a beanbag, pulled it up to her feet, and immediately followed his Commander’s lead.

Sunny sighed and closed her eyes, not even bothering to open them when the next set of footsteps moved up the hall, “Yes ... we are on watch, and obviously we need your help.”

This marine took the other side of the couch.

By the end of a half hour span Sunny sat lording over a room full of uneasily sleeping humans, and she idly wondered if this is what it would have been like to have a brood of her own. However, since she wasn’t likely to ever experienced that, she would happily protect these ones from the dark

***

Other species don’t mind the mimics so much. However, for some reason they have a profound impact on humans. My theory is that, like the starborn they have some ability in telepathy, and because of this, they have complete access to the one thing that humans fear most.

Their own imagination

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annes-andromeda · 3 years

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Ragnarök: Asgard’s Twilight

Chapter 1: Muspelheim

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Across the planet of Earth, beyond the stars of the Milky Way, lies the Nine Realms: Nine kingdoms brought together by the people of Asgard, protected by the great All-Father. Painted as the world tree Yggdrasil, the Nine realms each live on their own planes.

Atop the highest level sits the golden kingdom of Asgard, home to the All-Father and the All-Mother. To the west of Mani stands the brilliant kingdom of Alfheim: a land with rivers of sweet champagne and magnificent creatures such as the beautiful merfolk, the kind and gentle Faeries, and the benevolent and loyal elves of Light. And to the east of Sol lies the kingdom of Vanaheim, where the Vanir, sister race of Asgard, practice sorcery and magic.

The middle level holds Midgard, Nidavellir, and Jotunheim: the earthly realm of mortals, the star fortress of the dwarves, and the icy home of the Frost Giants. As for the lowest level, here sits the last three realms: Svartalheim, home of the Dark elves and known as the Dark World. Niffleheim, house of the realm of Hel, ruled by the goddess of Death, Hela. And Muspelheim, inhabited by the Fire Demons, and ruled by the fire giant Surtur.

Sat upon his throne of magma and rock, the Fire Giant looked up to the hardened ceiling. A cage dangled above, holding a prisoner with golden hair and clear blue eyes, which studied the ground below him. Large chains wrapped around his person, tightly restraining him.

Thor moved his head to look around, watching as the demons stared at him hungrily, angrily. Someone had come into their home without invitation, and they wished for an explanation “This isn’t really necessary, Surtur” he spoke to the flaming King “All you must do is let me go and I will not step into Muspelheim’s walls again. Just release these chains, is all”

“Your foolery amuses me, prince of Asgard” Surtur said, voice booming through the halls. He had a form built of rock and flame, gleaming as he spoke. His crown was the centerpiece of it all, a prize any warrior would desire in their halls. As a means to show who had fallen at their sword: the terrifying and disastrous king of the Fire Realm.

“To think capturing you would be so simple. It’s almost disappointing how less of a fight you put up”

Thor chuckled darkly to himself “I must say Surtur, you have truly outdone yourself. Chaining me down and throwing me into a cell is most unbefitting of you. I would have thought that by the time I had arrived, you would’ve burned me to a crisp for all your people to watch”

“Don’t pester me with your jests, Odinson. You know well of the consequences that should befall any who dare come into my kingdom unannounced. If you were truly all mighty, then perhaps you’d think twice of testing my rage”

He signaled his subjects to bring down the cage, the chains chinking as they moved. Thor turned his head to face Surtur, careful not to make himself seem angry, as much as he were. One minute he was off looking for the Infinity stones, and ensuring that the Nine Realms were protected, the next he’s attacked by Fire Demons and imprisoned. But all through his journey, Thor kept his daily goal: watch the sacred star, Aurvandil, for his love. His Captain. His Evenlight.

“I know of your rage, Surtur” Thor raised his voice in defiance “Believe me, I am no fool. Thousands of years ago you fought my grandfather Bor, and then my father as a means to wage war against the Vanir and the Aesir. Ever since, you’ve craved a vengeance that would never come”

Surtur rose from his throne, tall and imposing “Oh, but it will. You see, a time has come within the Nine Realms. A time when the golden kingdom with be plagued by a force so great, it should be its final stand. The Eternal twilight shall befall Asgard, and I the center of its demise”

The giant leaned into the cage, pulling the chains with his large, clawed hands. He could see the warrior shift in his place slightly, which caused Surtur to smirk a bit. Glad to know that even the God of Thunder still held a smudge of fear towards him “There is nothing you nor anyone could do to stop this event. It is... inevitable”

As he said that last word, he growled it, clenching his teeth and letting the sound bounce off the walls so that all could hear it. Thor tried to remain unfazed. He had faced Surtur once, hundreds of years ago. Who’s to say that he couldn’t do it again?

Lifting his chin, Thor refused to allow Surtur the satisfaction of relishing in his fear “You know, I’ve heard of this great twilight that you speak of. My mother would sometimes tell me and my brother the legend of Ragnarök. How you’d plunge your blade, forged from the Burning Galaxy, and end Asgard as we know it”

Thor stood in his cell, stumbling a bit as Surtur held it in his hand “I can assure you that will not happen” His neck pained a bit from having to maneuver it in Surtur’s direction “I have fought adversaries who would threaten my people, and all have fallen or fled. You will be no different. Surrender your plans to destroy Asgard, and this won’t have to end in combat”

A chuckle escaped the giants lips, clearly a sign of amusement “It seems conversing with those mortals from Midgard has garnered you completely blind. There is no stopping the destruction I shall bring. You of all people should know that”

The gods eyes narrowed, staring down the giant before him “This is your last chance, Surtur. Surrender now, and your people will keep their king. Even if what you say is true, you’d be leaving Muspelheim defenseless. Surely you’d be smarter than that”

“My people are more than capable of defending themselves. Perhaps it is you who should worry about your own safety. Right now, at this very moment”

Looking down, Thor could see the fire demons closing in him, with some crawling up the pillars of rock. Their eyes seethed red as they stared him down. Moving in the chains, he lifted his hand behind his back, making sure Surtur didn’t see.

He smirked in a similar fashion to the giant, almost challenging him “Very well then. It seems that bantering isn’t your style, so I won’t bother” With his acute sense of hearing, he could discern the familiar booming sound coming from behind him. Mjölnir came rushing in and landed in Thor’s hand, as the sound of thunder echoed and groaned.

“Have at you”

With that, Thor hurdled towards Sutur, smashing his face with his hammer. The chains immediately broke free and Thor dropped alongside the prison he was kept in. He could hear the demons screeching as they lunged towards him. With each creature coming at him, Thor could hit them with Mjölnir, as each one was destroyed in a pile of rubble. Surtur had stumbled back, falling on top of his throne and crushing it in the process. He looked down and grabbed his Twilight sword, plunging it into the ground.

Beneath Thor, the floor began to crumble and split, smoke hitting his face and fire spewing from the cracks. Thor threw his hammer at the demons, all of them falling as easily as the last, until it returned to his hand. He jumped up high, and struck Mjölnir into the floor, causing the demons to fall into the cracks.

“You know,” he began “For an almost thousand year old Fire Giant, your aim is almost as terrible as your threats. How embarrassing for the God of Fire who can’t even fit in his own throne”

The sound of Surtur growling sounded all throughout the walls, as he roared in frustration at Thor “I will not have my position as King be insulted by some ignorant Asgardian cub!”

He moved behind one of the pillars as he saw that Surtur was going to strike, using his sword to create a wind of fire towards him.

“Do not play coward with me, Odinson!” Surtur roared “Face me with your mighty hammer and know what true terror looks like!”

With his sword he blasted flames towards Thor, as the latter moved away from the pillar before it collapsed. He turned towards Surtur and looked him in the eye “It is you who should cower, Surtur!” Thor said, bashing fire demons in the process “The Eternal Flame is locked away, far from you” He stopped his punches and looked to Surtur “So as long as it’s safe, you can’t touch Asgard”

Surtur clenched his teeth, his grip on his sword tightening “For now, princeling” He whistled loudly, nodding his head for something “Until then, your presence is no longer welcome”

Turning his head behind him, Thor could see a giant fire dragon, whose chains were being broken by its sheer force and strength. He groaned to himself softly “Oh crud...”

As he began to turn Mjölnir in his hand, the dragon escaped and tailed behind him. His exit made a small hole in the ceiling, which to be frank, he did not care for at the moment. What he did care for, was returning to Asgard. Lifting his hammer into the air, he awaited the Bifrost to carry him away, back home.

Nothing.

“Skurge?” Thor asked to the sky. Again, there was nothing “Skurge! Norns above, where are you?”

Before he could continue, however, the dragon erupted from the ground, roaring at Thor. He jumped into the sky, flying the opposite direction of the creature. It followed him quickly and Thor parked himself into its mouth. Dropping Mjölnir on its jaw, the dragon fell down and crashed onto the surface. Thor looked up once more, shaking his head.

“Come on, Skurge, you pig-head” He muttered. The dragon struggled under the hammers hold, clearly annoyed. Thor has the same feeling as he let out an ‘ugh’ sound, one that his mother would definitely see unbefitting of a prince. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked in place all irritated.

“I swear to all Valhalla, I am going to chuck that halfwitted dullard straight into Hel!”

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“Such a shame Heimdall has abandoned Asgard” The new watchman Skurge said “He’s left his post and wandered off into the Nine Realms all by himself. But do not fear” he looked over to two Asgardian women, who were listening to his words “For in Heimdall’s place the great Odin has hired me, Skurge, the legendary Executioner, to see over the Bifrost”

The women giggled to themselves as Skurge flexed with the staff used to power the Bifrost. However, they stopped abruptly when they saw that the Bifrost was lighting up, their prince’s voice sounding through it.

“Uh, Skurge?” One of them said, looking over to the man. He was currently busy turning the staff in his hand, which he then dropped (not surprisingly) “Is that important?” She continued. Skurge’s eyes widened as he heard Thor’s voice. Quickly, he tightened his grip on the staff and inserted it into the structures main frame.

“You girls are in for a treat”

A loud noise spurred as the Bifrost activated. Thor was carried away alongside the dragon. It roared in his direction, but it stopped in its tracks as the beam moved them faster.

With the portal open, Thor jumped out, as the dragons head was chopped clean off. Goo splattered everywhere, including on Skurge and the two women. The head stopped in front of the women and they looked in horror. They both shrieked in disgust, immediately running off to probably wash off. Skurge hurried after them, trying to convince them to stay, but they didn’t listen, instead running ever faster and farther.

“Well, look who decided to show up” he said annoyedly “Out of all the creatures in the Nine Realms, you just had to bring a dragon into Asgard and drench one of the most scared places in muck. And now my companies run off”

“Don’t try to scold me, Skurge” Thor jumped in “Just because my father has made you watchman in place of Heimdall does not mean you’ve earned my respect”

Skurge simply rolled his eyes “Better me than just leaving the Bifrost unoccupied. And I’m a warrior, not some watchman” He threw the staff midair and caught it in his hand “My victory against the Storm Giants is still spread by the people. And all who hear shall know the name-“

“-Executioner” Thor interrupted “Yes, oh how you love to remind everyone”

“Speaking of your father,” Skurge began ”He’s been expecting you since you’ve been gone for practically half a year. Said it is of the upmost importance and that I inform you upon your arrival”

With that, Thor muttered an “alright” and spun Mjölnir with his hand, flying in the direction of the golden palace to meet with his father, all the while leaving Skurge alone to man the Bifrost by himself yet again.

#marvel #my writing #fanon marvel #ragnarok rewrite #anti ragnarok #just in case #thor odinson #surtur #skurge #rewriting the thing in protest of the film #fight me #gagnarok

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come away little light || closed

Irish Countryside, 1846, 9:30 pm

Peter alighted a poorly thatched roof of a farm and sighed. He had been aiming for the early 1990s, in hopes of finding Lion King bug pops to bring to Fauna, but had ended up somewhere so far from where he’d find those, that he’d spent most of the day wandering around. Ireland was always beautiful, but everyone seemed so sad here, moaning on about not having potatoes. He planned to try again tomorrow, and decided to take a rest on this rooftop for the night. The stars were all twinkling, and the brightest start to the left seemed to wink at him. He stretched out, arms tucked behind his head like a pillow, toes scratched by the rough thatching. His mouth became a cave as he yawned, bare chest rising and falling gently as he settled into sleep.

12:00 am

The siren of a child wailing woke Peter, and he opened one of his sore eyes at the start. He lay there waiting, hoping someone would tend to the child, but as it carried on, Pan sat up, straw poking out of his hair. Leaning back on his hands, he pushed himself to stand up, and walked the length of the roof casually. He leaned forward on the gable, head stuck out over the edge to see if any lamps were lit. When it was clear that the house was all dark, he dove forward silently into the air, and hovered outside the open window.

His eyes took only a moment to adjust to the darkness inside, and he could see a small bed containing a little lump of a child, and across the room from it, a cradle with the screeching babe. Peter stepped in through the ledge, down one step onto a small trunk situated by the window. He floated in coolly, and perched himself on the edge of the cradle in a squatting position, peering down at the reddening face of a child no more than two years of age, his face distorted in an uncomfortable cry. Pan cocked his head, and after glancing back over his shoulder to the other sleeping child, slowly rocked to the left, and then the right, picking up a gentle rhythm on the cradle. The babe quieted slightly, curious as to what was causing the movement, and peered down the cradle to see Peter, who gave a slight wiggle of his fingers as a hello. The boy watched Pan in rapt attention, eyes closing ever so slowly, the rocking pulling him back towards slumber.

“Oh my!” a quiet voice behind Peter made him start and nearly fall into the crib. The jerk made the baby’s wail begin again, and Peter hopped into the air and spun around to see a young girl sitting up in the center of her bed. “You--you can--” she started, and Peter crashed backwards against the wall, ducking behind the crib. “D-demon?” she cowered slightly, drawing her bedclothes up to her nose.

“No!” he choked, glancing at the open window, weighing his options. “Boy,” he said, pointing at his chest. “Flying boy,” he added, and to his delight, she lowered the blankets, an amused, curious smile playing about her lips. “Peter,” he added in introduction, standing up properly.

“Maureen,” said the little dark haired girl with a tilt of the head. “How do you do that?” she asked, and Peter took to gently rocking the cradle once more to silence the cries of the baby.

“I just push it from side to side,” he responded with a frown.

Maureen giggled and shook her head.

“No, the other thing. The flying.”

They always ask that.

“I’m really smart,” he flashed a pearly grin, cocking his head to the side. The girl laughed again, pushing her blankets off and climbing out of bed. As she walked towards him, Peter rounded the opposite side of the crib, not wanting Maureen to get too close.

“Are you magic?” Peter weighed the question for a moment before shaking his head.

“No, just clever,” he responded, now on the other side of the cradle; he was closest to the window now, and she closer to the door. He wondered if she would run out and tell her parents, but she just gave a small smile.

“What are you doing in my bedroom?” Maureen asked, a glint in her eye.

“I heard him crying,” he commented, pointing at the baby that was only whimpering now.

“Her. Ellen’s just hungry,” Maureen responded, looking down at the baby. “She’s always hungry.”

“We should get her some food then, right?”

The girl looked at Peter as though he were the most curious thing she’d ever seen, and he probably was.

“I can’t tell if I’m dreaming,” she said softly, circling the cradle again, and Peter wondered if they’d do this silly dance all night, or if she’d realize he didn’t want her to get too close. He had no intentions of bringing anyone to Neverland tonight. “Why do you move away from me?” Maureen asked, a slight lilt of hurt in her voice.

“I--” before Peter could answer, he stepped backwards onto sharp jack piece and crumpled to the ground cursing a pirate word and grabbing his foot. It set Ellen off crying again, and he hissed angrily before going still as a mouse. Maureen turned around to face the door, a hand on the cradle. Someone was coming up the stairs, and the curious, brave girl turned to Peter with a face as white as a Neverland ghost.

“Go. Go now. He’ll kill me if he thinks I’ve got a boy in here,” she said in a rush, and without a word, Peter was out the window in a flash. He stayed close; he didn’t want Maureen to get into too much trouble for his sake.

“You.” An angry, accusatory voice grunted from inside the window. Peter had his back to the side of the house, listening intently. “ ’Ow many times do I have to tell you.”

The man sounded like the layabouts that hung around Mulligan’s; drunk and brutish, looking for someone to fight. His blood began to boil in his veins when he heard a distinct kick of wood, and the baby gulped and swallowed a cry.

“Shut up, you.” He growled at Ellen, who was whimpering. Babies didn’t stop crying like that because of a kick to the cradle. Unless it’s happened before. Unless it already knows to give up. “And you. Wakin’ ‘er up. When yous knows we t’ain’t got nothin to give her. I could kill you fer that.” There was a resounding slap that could only come from a palm connecting with a face. “But I won’t do that. You know why? ‘Cause your mother’d wake up to ‘er firstborn dead and would lose that baby I put in her from the shock. An’ we don’t want that. Might be a boy.”

Peter really didn’t like this man; he felt his hand move instinctively to his dagger.

“You’re a right stain in my life, you know that? Sixteen an’ nothin’ but another mouth to feed. ‘Ad to take you in if I wanted your mother, didn’ I? I come in after workin’ all day, no dinner to speak of, no wife awake to lie in, only to hear you wakin’ up wee Ellen. Ah I could kill yeh. I could kill--” The voice stopped a moment, taking a step forward. “I’ll teach ye to torment your sister,” he stated with a finality that Peter despised, and Pan closed his eyes as the fury burned inside of him. The unmistakable sound of a belt sliding through cloth loops swished through the air. For a moment, Peter thought he might strike Maureen with it, but instead of buckle hitting flesh, it hit the floor.

Pan’s eyes whipped open; his blood that had been fuming suddenly ran cold, and his decision was made. He span in the air and stood in the window frame, his body blocking out the little moonlight that had come in, appearing just as the burly, drunken man had shoved Maureen down onto her small bed.

“Wha’? What is that? Get down from th--” Peter gave a dark grin at the man’s confusion, and relished the look of terror on his face as Pan floated forward. “Demon!” The brute cried, putting his hands up, keeping his eyes on Pan as he circled backwards, trying to get away from him. Peter kept on grinning, a twisted pleasure at the man’s fear rising up in his chest. “Get away from me!” He yelled, backing towards the window as Peter predicted in circling him, shepherding him to the window.

“I know what you were going to do, you nasty old man,” Peter spoke in a voice he saved especially for the damned. “I’ve seen your kind, crawling over my island. Boorish devils.” He said, corralling the man back to the open window. “Know what happen to boars that go mad?” he asked, a glint in his eyes as he raised his sharp dagger.

Maureen’s stepfather shook his drunken head, unable or unwilling to speak. The dark haired girl was in the corner of the room now, hands on either side of her head.

“We gut them!” Peter cried, raising his weapon above his head with both hands. He had no intention of sullying his blade. He knew what would happen next, and found it funny.

As predicted, in fear the man stepped back, tripping on the small trunk at the window, and tumbled out into the night. There was a distinct crack as the man’s neck folded into itself as his head connected with the ground outside.

Peter leaned out, watching the hulking, still shell of the brute for any signs of movement. He didn’t want to, but he wasn’t against stabbing if the blighter was still alive. Peter gave a satisfied nod, tossed his dagger in the air once, spinning it and catching it deftly before sheathing the blade. He turned to Maureen who was staring at him in mortified shock.

“Is he--” she started, taking a cautious step forward.

Peter nodded solemnly.

“Oh, Peter,” Maureen stepped closer towards the window. When she was nearly in front of it, Pan stuck his arm out to stop her.

“You don’t want to do that,” he said gently. The girl froze before turning into Peter’s chest, crying.

“Oh, it was awful,” she whimpered. Peter held her calmly, though every fiber of his being wanted to move away. Maureen clung desperately to Peter, her arms over his shoulders, sobbing heavily into him. “Oh-” she peeled herself off of him suddenly, fear welling in her eyes. “They’ll all think I killed him. And what’s mother going to do?”

Peter frowned at the change. He’d just helped get rid of a villain. What more could there be?

“I suppose I could work,” the girl continued, sniffling. “But then to leave her with Ellen and the new baby?”

“Don’t you have family here?” Peter asked. “And isn’t it better to have that man gone?”

“Fionn was terrible,” Maureen agreed, picking up Ellen and cuddling her close. “But he did provide us food and shelter. And took us in when father died.” She closed her eyes. “And no. It’s just me, mum, Ellen, and that little stranger inside of mother.” Maureen began to cry again into the soft hair on Ellen’s head.

Peter sighed inwardly before shaking himself.

“Can’t you just say someone came in and killed him?” he asked, irritation only somewhat masked.

“In my room? Why? No one would believe me.”

“Maybe someone hated him--”

“Everyone loves him. They’d all point the finger to me. It’s not like you came to steal anything and he happened to get in the way.”

Her words struck an idea inside of him. It wasn’t a new idea. He’d had it dozens of times.

“Come away with me.”

Maureen looked startled, but there was a longing in her deep, brown eyes.

“I can’t.”

“Come away and leave it all behind.” The girl looked thoughtful, but then shook her head.

“I can’t leave them,” she said ruefully, clutching Ellen close to her chest.

“Bring her too,” he told her, stepping closer. “We’ll have loads of adventures and you won’t have to explain to anyone.” There was an eagerness in his tone now. The seductive dulcet call that every sad and lost child bent to in the end.

“I can’t,” Maureen murmured again, this time raising a hand to her stomach. “This wasn’t the first time Fionn has come home drunk and angry.” She spoke softly, as though it were the first time she’d spoken of it aloud. “I can’t,” she repeated, and held Ellen out to Peter. “But she can.”

Peter’s head buzzed at the action, and he instinctively took the shy babe. He looked down at her, and then back to Maureen.

“Why?”

“If Ellen is gone too, it will look as though someone killed Fionn and took her. She will be safer with you.” Pan couldn’t process this, unsure that this was truly a good idea.

“What about you? Fionn’s gone.”

“There are always men like Fionn. And mother finds them. With you, she’ll be safe. And maybe one day...maybe one day you’ll bring her back. When I’m grown and out of this wretched house.

Peter held the little one close to his chest, the feeling so unfamiliar. He’d played at being father in the past, and treated his lost boys like a family. But never a lost girl so small. It could be an adventure, a small voice in his head spoke. He cocked a brow at Maureen, taking it all in, before giving a small nod.

“Okay,” he agreed, holding onto Ellen a bit more firmly. “Are you sure?” He asked, noting Maureen’s tear streaked face.

“Yes. Only,” she reached out, stroking Ellen’s pink face. “Only do come back with her.” Peter nodded. “In three years. Can you return in three years?” She asked, eyes welling with tears. “How can I contact you?”

Peter reached out, pulling Maureen into his side and brought her to the window (although, not close enough that she could peer down at Fionn’s shape).

“See that star? The bright one to the right of the moon,” he nodded to the sky. When she confirmed, he looked down at her. “Call to it at midnight. I’ll hear you,” Peter told her. Although this was a lie, he thought it a pretty lie, and he’d remember to come back when the little one was three years older. Probably.

After a tearful goodbye, and packing a small bag of Ellen’s things, Maureen watched Peter take off into the night with her sister. The girl dropped to her knees at the window, heart breaking.

It wasn’t until two nights later, after a day full of screaming from her mother; of having the police come around; after the wake where everyone in the village had come around to say goodbye to Fionn; after having to explain a hundred times over that she never saw who took Ellen, or who killed her stepfather, that Maureen felt a sinking regret.

She lay awake in the dark, listening to the clock ticking, waiting. At midnight, she sidled to the open window, clutched the frame and looked out at the stars.

“Peter. Bring her back. Oh God, bring her back.”

The air was cold, and the only movement in the firmament were the clouds rolling over the moon. Peter did not come back, and would not. For Neverland is for the lost ones. Neverland is for forgetting.

#woo okay hi #this is an explanation of why peter is bringing what he is bringing to neverland #closed #peter pan #tw abuse #tw death

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37. Concert Crasher

The episode begins with a park at night. Everybody is heading towards the stage. A robotic woman comes up on the stage. She waves to the crowd. She sweetly greets them. "Hello everybody and welcome to my concert" She says to the eager crowd "You're all really going to enjoy this little number!" She begins singing. The Skullker is behind the stage. Proto Man asks Dr. Wily "Why not just use Splash Woman instead?" Dr. Wily replies "Mega Man has dealt with Splash Woman before. He will immediately know that it's her and will try to destroy her as soon as he lays his blue eyes on her! We must not be suspicious this time, Proto!" Proto Man goes "Aaah! I see! Very clever there, doc!" Everyone, robot and human, is enamored by the robotic woman's singing. Dr. Wily smiles evilly, knowing what will happen next. Back at Dr. Light's lab, Dr. Light is playing Beethoven in the main lab while he works on his projects. Mega Man is elsewhere in the main lab, repairing the large screen. Mega Man has listened to Beethoven for a few now and is getting rather tired of it. Mega Man asks Dr. Light "Hey Dr. Light, is it okay if I switch the music to something else? No offense but, I think I've had enough classical music for today!" Dr. Light replies "It's quite alright with me, Mega Man! Go ahead and switch it!" Mega Man is happy and says "Thanks!" He jumps down from his workplace and goes over to the computer that is playing the music. He presses a few buttons. The music changes to rock and roll music. Dr. Light is a bit disturbed by the music, but keeps his opinions about it to himself so as not to upset Mega Man about his taste in music. "There!" Mega Man says "Much better!" He returns to repairing the big screen. Roll enters the main lab with Dr. Light's lunch. As she is placing the tray down, she is telling both Dr. Light and Mega Man about a new robot singer that is getting attention and fame. Mega Man asks her if she has heard her music yet. She tells him "Only a little bit..." Mega Man asks her "How do you know if she's good just by her music?" Dr. Light says "Yes, Roll, not everything is what it seems..." Roll answers "She just...is..." Roll is about to change the music on the computer. "Here, I'll show you guys!" she says as she is about to press a button on the computers control panel. Mega Man finally gets the big screen working. "There! All fixed!" he says in triumph. The big screen turns on. The news report is on. Bree Ricarda is reporting on the trending robot singer who, according to her, is "the hottest thing right now since molten metal!" She says that the singer is going to be performing at the urban amphitheater. Roll is excited to hear this news. "Did you hear that, everyone!" Roll exclaims. "Yes, Roll...your new favorite singer is going to be in the city!" Mega Man says to her. Dr. Light tekks her that she can attend the concert and that Mega Man can come along too. "Oh, great!" Mega Man groans. Later that day, Mega Man, Roll, and Rush drive down to where the urban amphitheater is. They see that the stage has not been set up yet. Mega Man tells Roll "Lemme get out and have a good look around. You guys stay in the car!" Mega Man gets out of the car and walks down to the amphitheater. Guts Man and Cut Man are setting up a stage. Cut Man asks Guts Man "When is our star arriving here?" Guts Man tells Cut Man "Very soon! Just keep buildin'!" Mega Man walks over to the urban amphitheater. He sees that Guts Man and Cut Man are there finishing up the stage. Mega Man knows that when Guts Man and Cut Man are doing something, it's usually with evil and harmful intent. He walks up nearby them to keep a good eye on them. Guts Man and Cut Man see Mega Man. Cut Man cries out "Mega Dweeb must be here to stop the show!" Guts Man then says "Well, what are we waiting for!? Let's crush him!" They both attack Mega Man. Guts Man lifts up a large piece of rubble and throws it at Mega Man, while Cut Man throws the cutter on his head at him. Mega Man dodges their attacks. Guts Man jumps up and down hard onto the ground. This causes the ground around him to break and tremble. Mega Man falls down onto the ground. Guts Man picks up another large piece of rubble. He goes over to Mega Man and raises it above his head, getting ready to crush him with the large piece of rubble. Guts Man says to Mega Man "You're about to get squashed, blue bug! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Guts Man slams it down on him. Mega Man rolls away, nearly avoiding getting crushed by the rubble. Cut Man yells out to Guts Man "Guts Man! He's gotten away!" Mega Man fires at Cut Man and knocks him out. He goes over to him and copies his Rolling Cutter weapon. He goes over to Guts Man. He fires some Rolling Cutters at him and cuts him up into parts. "Scissors beats rock! What are the odds of that!" Mega Man says to himself. A tour bus drives up next to their car. The singer is inside of the bus. She gets out and surveys the amphitheater. She sees that Guts Man and Cut Man have been vanquished. As Mega Man heads back to his car, the singer yells at him "What have you done to my stagehands!?" Mega Man tells her "Those were your stagehands!?" The singer shouts back "Yes, they were my stagehands! And now they're out of service! You've ruined my concert, you blue lump of scrap!" Mega Man tells her "You need to pick your stagehands more wisely!" Star Man and Jewel Man get out of the bus. Star Man asks the singer "Something wrong here?" The singer points at Mega Man and tells them "He's taken down my stagehands! My show is not going to be on time because of him!" Mega Man simply shrugs at her. Jewel Man tells the singer "Don't worry, ma'am, we'll sort him out!" Star Man and Jewel Man prepare to use their shields against Mega Man. Mega Man shoots a Rolling Cutter at them, but it bounces off Star Man's Star Crash shield and ends up slashing through the bus' tires. The bus tips over and is going to fall down on the singer. Mega Man tells at the singer "You're working for Wily, aren't you!?" The singer replies "I don't have time to talk to you! I'm about to get crushed!" Mega Man uses her predicament as a way to escape his enemies. He quickly jumps into the car and drives out of the amphitheater. "We need to make a drive for it before they get a chance to fight back!" Mega Man says to Roll as they quickly drive out of the amphitheater. Star Man and Jewel Man see that the bus is going to fall on the singer. "Quick! Help me!" Star Man yells out to Jewel Man. Jewel Man embraces her and has his Jewel Shield surround both of them while Star Man fires his stars at the bus. "I'll protect you!" Jewel Man says to the singer before the bus falls down on them. The singer and Jewel Man emerge out of the other side of the bus. The singer angrily screams out "That blue abomination owes me a new tour bus and repairs for my stagehands!" and shakes her fists. The good robots return to Dr. Light's lab. As they walk into the lab, Dr. Light asks "What happened? Was the concert cancelled?" "Afraid so..." Mega Man tells his creator "...on account of the singer paling around with Dr. Wily!" Dr. Light is surprised by what Mega Man has told him. "Are you serious!?" he asks his creation. Roll says to him "Yes he is, Dr. Light! We saw them with our very eyes, didn't we Rush?" Rush barks to Roll to confirm what she had said. Dr. Light still can't believe that the concert singer is one of Dr. Wily's minions. Suddenly, an emergency call comes up on one of the monitors in the main lab. Dr. Light quickly runs up to the monitor and answers the call. The police chief shows up on the monitor. He tells Dr. Light "Get Mega Man and Rush over here now! Humans and robots are causing havok downtown!" Dr. Light tells the police chief "Calm down! I will get them there as fast as I can!" Mega Man tells Rush "That's our cue! Let's jet!" Rush nods and turns into his Jet Form. As usual, Mega Man gets on him and they both fly out of the lab. Mega Man and Rush are flying over the city. Mega Man sees that humans are running amok. A crowd of humans and robots are rampaging through the city. They are breaking the display windows of shops. Some of them are even stopping traffic. Police cars drive up to stop the rampagers. Mega Man is shocked at the spectacle below him. "Jumping springs, Rush! It's chaos down there!" Mega Man exclaims. He then tells Rush "Let's bring some order!" They fly down to the city. The police robots are nearly overwhelmed by the raging mob. Some of the humans and robots grab iron bars and attack the police bots. Mega Man yells out "I gotta disarm them!" He fires at the iron bars they are wielding. The iron bars are fired out of their grasps. The police bots give thumbs ups to Mega Man and Rush. Mega Man shoots back a thumbs up at the police bots. Rush attempts to as well, but all he can do is put a paw up. The humans and robots are now focusing their attention at Mega Man. They grab some heavy objects and throw them at Mega Man. Mega Man dodges the objects, while the police bots return the favor and restrain the humans and robots. One of the police bots calls for back up. Some police vehicles drive up to their location. The police bots put the humans and robots into them. Some humans that were rampaging through the city earlier go up to where all the sirens are coming from. They see that some humans and robots have been arrested and apprehended. One of the humans shout out "Avenge them!" Mega Man is a bit intimidated by the incoming angry mob headed in his direction. One of the police bots tells Mega Man "Don't worry, Mega Man, we're used to these kinds of situations!" Some riot control police bots show up and make a line. They aim their bullhorn-like devices at the mob. The devices emit high-pitched pulses that cause the angry crowd to cover their ears and cower to the ground. Mega Man and Rush are covering their ears. Mega Man looks at Rush and comments "Loud, but effective!" Rush nods and grimaces as he covers his ears with his front paws. Mega Man sees that the angry mob is now under control. He and Rush get away from the scene in order to get away from the noise. Meanwhile, Dr. Wily's robots and the singer go up to a bank. As they walk up to the entrance, the singer tells the evil robots "Let me charm them first, then you guys can go in and scoop up the loot!" Guts Man replies "Yes ma'am!" Star Man tells Guts Man and Cut Man "Get as much of the loot as you can! Dr. Wily needs a whole truckload of it!" The evil robots enter the bank. The humans and robots in the bank see them coming in and run out of the building. The singer goes up to one of the bank teller robots. The bank teller robot tells the singer "It's you! We're your biggest fans!" The singer replies "Ha ha ha! Of course you ladies are!" She tells the female robot "Let us access the vault!" The teller replies "Sure thing! Anything for you!" The bank teller robots go over to the police bots and tell them to let the robot masters through. The police bots protest. The bank teller robots plead with them. The police robots still refuse to move away from the vault's massive metal door. The bank teller robots look over to the robot masters and say to them "Looks like you'll have to convince them yourselves!" Cut Man and Star Man go over to the police bots. Cut Man cuts up one of the police bots with his Rolling Cutter weapon. Star Man uses his Star Crash weapon on the other police bot. Both of the police bots have now been vanquished. Cut Man tells Guts Man "You can tear off the door now, Guts Man! Ahe ahe ahe!" Guts Man booms out "Finally!" Guts Man goes over to the vault. He rips off the vault's heavy door. He hurls it aside. He shows the robot masters the way in and says "It's all yours, boys!" The evil robots enter the vault. The singer meanwhile waits outside in the bank's lobby. Inside the vault, Jewel Man sees all of the ingots and says "Such beautiful precious metals!" They gather up the ingots. As the evil robots leave the bank, a person calls the police. The police in return call up Mega Man. But Mega Man is too late, the bad robots have already left. Mega Man is upset that he and Rush were too late. Mega Man and Rush are about to leave for home when Mega Man gets a call on his arm cannon. Dr. Light tells him that a top secret electronics research lab is being broken into. Mega Man and Rush make their way to the research laboratory. At the secret research laboratory, the Skullker is nearby. Dr. Wily is telling Proto Man how very well the singer is assisting his robots. Proto Man tells Dr. Wily "I still think we should have just used Splash Woman again..." Dr. Wily ignores Proto Man's comment and tells him "The next concert will take place at Monster Park in the middle of the city." On their way to the secret laboratory, Mega Man says down to Rush "Two situations in one day! That's a new record for us!" Mega Man looks up and says "I sure hope this situation isn't as bad as the last one!" They finally arrive at the laboratory. Mega Man sees that they have already broken into the laboratory. "Blast! I'm too late!" he yells out. He runs into the laboratory anyway. He follows the holes that were blasted into the walls and doors. He ends up in an electronics research room. He sees that the scientists are giving the singer the top secret electronics. Mega Man yells at the scientists "What are you doing!?" The singer is upset that Mega Man has found them yet again. She yells at him "Will you quit tormenting us with your wretched appearances!?" Mega Man yells back "Only if you quit getting people to let you and your robo roadies break the law!" The singer looks at Bright Man and tells him "Bright Man! Do something, will you!?" Bright Man goes over to Mega Man. Mega Man is about to fire at him. Bright Man uses his Flash Stopper on Mega Man. Mega Man is paralyzed by the blinding light. Bright Man chuckles and says to Mega Man "Thanks for holding still for me! Ha ha ha ha!" Guts Man carries Mega Man over to the tour bus. Mega Man can only watch as he is taken away to a secret warehouse. "Let's put 'im in storage! Ha ha ha ha!" Guts Man gloats as they enter the warehouse. The door shuts behind them. Mega Man's arms and legs are locked in cone-like metal restraints. Bright Man tells Mega Man tauntingly "Now be a good little robot and stay there while we put on a little show! Ha ha ha ha!" They leave the room. Mega Man frowns angrily as they close the large metal door behind them. Mega Man looks down at his restraints and tries to pull his arms out of them. Two screens turn on in the room that he is restrained in. Mega Man looks up at the screens and sees that the singer is going on the stage. She welcomes the audience to her concert. She tells them "I have a lot in store for you guys tonight!" She begins singing. Mega Man cries out "I've got to stop her! Now!" He pulls harded at his restraints, but he still cannot break out of them. He gets another idea. He says to himself "Let's see if this works!" He charges up his plasma cannon. He fires it into the restraint. The restraint explodes as it is blown apart by the fully charged plasma blast. He pulls his hand out, looks at his freed arm, and says "Even restraints can't hold me back!" He blasts off the remaining restraints and gets out of them. He runs over to the screens and sees that the audience is starting to fall under the singers control. He says out loud "I hope I'm not too late!" He goes over to the large metal door and fires a fully charged blast at it, blowing it clean off. He runs out of the room and yells out "I've got a concert to cancel!" He makes his way out of the building. Meanwhile, the singer is still singing her songs. The audience is now under her control. She smiles evilly as she sings. Back at the warehouse, Mega Man makes it out of the warehouse. He hears a familiar voice coming from the warehouse. "Mega! Mega! Awooo!" the familiar voice cries out. Mega Man heads back into the warehouse. He looks around for the voice. He comes across a room filled with all sorts of musical instrument storage cases. The voice cries out from one of the cases. The case is moving around and howling. "Mega! Mega! In here!" the voice cries out again. Mega Man goes over to the case and opens it. Rush plops out of the case. "Rush!" Mega Man cries out. Rush wags his tail and barks happily at Mega Man. Mega Man tells Rush "We can hug and kiss later! We need to stop Wily's client before she causes even more chaos!" Mega Man and Rush run out of the warehouse. Rush turns into his Jet Form. Mega Man gets on him and they fly off to Monster Park. At Monster Park, Mega Man and Rush land far behind the concert. They sneak their way to the concert. Luckily for them, everyone is too enamored with the singer to notice that Mega Man and his robo dog are crashing the concert. The singer sings yet another song. As she is singing, she scans the cheering croud. The singer sees that Mega Man has escaped from his restraints in the building. She yells out to him "You're not supposed to be here!" Mega Man yells back "And you're not supposed to enslave your loyal fans into being soldiers for your manager!" The singer responds "I have a great manager! How dare you expose him!" "Oh? Like how I've exposed you as Dr. Wily's latest recruitment tool?" Mega Man says to her. The singer yells out "Now you've really done it!" She commands the audience "Attack that concert crasher!" She yells out "Throw him out in pieces!" The audience attacks him. Mega Man backs away from them. They crowd around him and begin to overwhelm him. Mega Man is afraid of firing at them for fear of harming innocents. "Don't make me use this!" Mega Man yells out at them. He nervously says to them "I would really, really hate to use this!" He decides that the best course of action is to get out of the crowd. He ducks and slides between the legs of some of the members of the audience. As he is sliding out of the crowd, and individual trips over him. The individual thinks another person has done it, and fights them. This causes the audience to turn against each other. They end up forgetting entirely about Mega Man. The singer sees that the audience is fighting each other. She commands Star Man and Jewel Man to go after Mega Man. She shouts at them "Star Man! Jewel Man! Stop him!" They jump off of the stage and run after him. They both fire their respective weapons at Mega Man. Mega Man shoots at them, but they are protected by their weapons. Jewel Man says to Mega Man "My shield is flawless!" Star Man adds on "So is mine!" Mega Man gets yet another idea. He has Star Man and Jewel Man pursue him. "Come and get me, robo whimps!" Mega Man yells at them. They follow him to the front of the stage. Mega Man makes a face at them and goes "Can't your shields do more than protect your miserable metal hides!?" The two robot masters use their weapons again. The two robot masters use their weapons again. Mega Man jumps out of the way of the oncoming stars and jewels. The projectiles hit the giant speaker that Mega Man was in front of and destroys it. The huge speaker explodes, the resulting loud boom startles the robot masters. Mega Man fires two fully charged shots at them. Both Star Man and Jewel Man are knocked out. Mega Man goes over to Jewel Man and copies his weapon, and then over to Star Man and copies his Star Crash weapon. "Thanks for sharing!" Mega Man says to the downed robot masters. The singer sees that they have been defeated. She screams at the remaining evil robots to stop Mega Man. "Stop him! He's ruining my concert!" she screams. Proto Man yells out to her as they run and jump off the stage "Alright! Alright! We'll take care of him!" Mega Man sees that the three wicked robots are jumping off of the stage and firing their weapons at him. Mega Man steps back and uses his Star Crash weapon. He yells out to them "Don't you guys remember? I'm a star!" Cut Man and Proto Man fire at him, but their weapons glance off of the orbiting stars going around Mega Man. "Now you're really going to see stars!" Mega Man shouts at them. He then throws his Star Crash weapon at them. Cut Man is knocked out, but Proto Man barely survives the weapon. He fires at Mega Man. "Take this!" Proto Man yells out. Mega Man uses his Jewel Shield to reflect the shots back at Proto Man. "Take that!" Mega Man comments as Proto Man dodges his reflected shots. Proto Man fires a fully charged shot. "Here's some rocks for you!" Mega Man yells out. He hurls the jewels surrounding him at Proto Man. The jewels breaks Proto Man up into parts. Guts Man watches as Proto Man's parts fall onto the ground along with the jewels that caused his demise. He looks up at Mega Man. Mega Man gestures him to take him on. Guts Man charges at him while exclaiming "Grrr, yer gonna get it now!" Mega Man uses both the Star Crash and the Jewel Shield on him. Guts Man falls to pieces. "That takes care of that lughead!" Mega Man says to himself. Mega Man then jumps up onto the stage. The singer sees him getting onto the stage. She gasps and cries out "G-get away from me! Don't your hurt me!" Mega Man confronts the singer. "Alright! Your musical career is over!" Mega Man yells at her. The singer responds "No! It will never be over!" The singer calls up Dr. Wily on her headset. She tells Dr. Wily "Mega Man's breached the stage! He's up here threatening me!" Dr. Wily is upset by the developing news. He presses a button on the Skullker's control panel. The singer asks Mega Man "What are you going to do? Shoot me?" Mega Man says to her "Not unless you have some sort of trick up your robotic sleeve!" The singer looks around. She is upset that Dr. Wily hasn't intervened yet. Mega Man aims his cannon at her, ready for anything she will do against him. As Mega Man steps closer towards her, two large spaced drill pop out of the stage. A large goblin head bursts out of the stage. The singer is delighted. She jumps onto the goblin head and laughs evilly as she flies away. Mega Man yells out "You're not getting away that easily!" He whistles for Rush. Rush hears Mega Man and flies over to him. Mega Man has Rush turn into the Jet Adapter. Rush does so. Mega Man and Rush combine. Super Mega Man flies after the large goblin head. The singer sees that Super Mega Man is pursuing her. She gives Mega Man an evil smile and flies over the crowd. She continues singing. Through song, she commands the crowd to throw stuff at Super Mega Man. Super Mega Man quickly jets towards her. The crowd begins throwing stuff at him. "Hey! Cut that out!" Super Mega Man yells down at the attacking crowd. The singer sees that he is distracted by her loyal fans, and uses his distraction as an opportunity to finish him off. She has the large goblin head fire out smaller goblins out of its nose. Super Mega Man hears the small goblins heading towards him. He dodges them and then destroys them with his plasma cannon. More of the small goblins emerge from the larger goblin's nose. Super Mega Man is pursued by the small goblins. He flies low over the crowd to trick them into throwing things at the small goblins instead of him. The small goblins get knocked down by the overzealous crowd. Super Mega Man says to the crowd "Thanks everyone for your help!" Some of the people pull on one of his wings and pull him down into the angry crowd. The singer smiles sinisterly, thinking that he has finally been vanquished. She congratulates the crowd, not knowing that Super Mega Man is sneaking through the crowd to utilize the element of surprise. Super Mega Man jets up behind her and fires at her, knocking her off of the large goblin. The large goblin turns around to face Super Mega Man. Super Mega Man yells out "Here's something to clear your nose!" and fires a fully charged shot into its nose. The large goblin shorts out and explodes. The singer lies on the ground, she gets up and tries to sing. But she short circuits and falls back on the ground. Everybody breaks free from her control. Super Mega Man lands onto the ground. The crowd comes to and breaks up. Dr. Wily sees that she has been defeated. "Oh well..." he says to himself "I can always find another desparate soul..." The Skullker quitely picks up the vanquished robot masters' parts and hovers away. Mega Man and Rush return to their normal states. Mega Man contacts the police bots with his arm cannon. Mega Man tells the weakened singer "Your tour has come to an end!" The police bots quickly arrive in their squad cars and apprehend the singer while Mega Man and Rush look on. They go get Roll and all three of them return home. Mega Man and his allies are glad that the singer has been jailed. Mega Man allows Rush to choose the kind of music to listen to this time. Rush jumps on the computer and presses some buttons on the computer's control panel. Heavy metal music bursts out of the computers speakers. Mega Man, Roll, and Dr. Light cover their ears out of discomfort from the rather loud music. Mega Man comments "Rush sure has a unique taste in music!" Roll comments back "If you ask me, he ought to change his music choices!" The episode ends with Rush dancing on the control panel while playing an air guitar and humming along to the music.

#Concert Crasher #Episode

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delimeful · 5 years

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(dont) take this the wrong way (1)

Day 11: Underwater

warnings: blood, injury, capture, mentions of being eaten, miscommunication, mild mind altering, language barriers and paranoia make everything difficult

Roman swam in lazy circles around his reef, enjoying the feeling of sunlight on his skin.

Today was a beautiful day, and he couldn’t help but relish in it after the storm that had been raging overhead last night. His territory was fairly small compared to some shark mers, but even it had taken some damage, and so he was taking the opportunity the sunlight granted him to check over the reef. It wouldn’t do to have a home that was anything less than perfect.

After checking over a majority of the area, though, it seemed that the damage was mostly superficial. Surface-level scratches on coral that would heal over naturally with time. He sighed in relief, spiraling up towards the surface. He could just make sure no human debris was floating around, and then he’d finally be able to sunbathe on his favorite rock.

When he reached the surface, however, he immediately caught the scent of blood. He frowned, twisting around to find the source, and saw a glint of metal in rocks by the nearby cliff.

He swam closer, head poking out of the water, and then inhaled sharply at the sight of a small, metal net caught between two rocks. It wasn’t the net itself that was shocking, since human debris washed up all the time, but rather the small figure tangled within it. A tiny mer!

A little larger than a human but still small enough that he could pick them up with one hand, the mer had a long, deep purple tail with frills and fins that flowed gracefully in the water. It was so rare to see them in these waters! Roman drifted closer, entranced by the sight, and then blinked in surprise as the mer’s head jerked up, eyes wide and terrified at the sight of him.

He thrashed in the net’s grip, and the scent of blood grew stronger, making Roman a little lightheaded. “Easy, easy.” He said, and reached out to start pulling the net from where it had been caught in the rock’s crevices. The mer pressed back, a desperate keening coming from his throat, and Roman’s heart broke a little. He gathered the net in his hands, bringing it up close to his face so he could see the tiny form more clearly.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you!” Roman reassured him earnestly.

The tiny mer shook, eyes shut tightly as though bracing to be bit. Roman sighed, the current of warm water only making the mer shake harder, and attempted to pry some of the net away from the tiny form. The wires were astonishingly thin, and his claws slipped and nicked the poor thing’s arm, making him yelp and twist. “Oh no! I’m sorry!”

Roman felt guilt settle into his stomach, wondering how in the world he was going to free the little guy. He couldn’t get free on his own, and Roman’s hands were much too big…

Roman brightened, struck with an idea. He curled his hand around the tiny mer reassuringly, cupping him to his chest and beginning to swim. “Don’t you worry, I’m going to get that net off of you!”

Luckily, Patton was haunting his usual waters when Roman arrived, the half-seal mer enjoying the weather as much as Roman. He lit up at the shark mer’s approach, tackling him in a hug. “Roman! What are you doing here? Normally I’m the one visiting you!”

Roman returned the hug one-armed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry to bother you, Patton dear, but I need a favor.” He opened his hand, showing Patton the small entangled mer, who pressed himself into Roman’s palm as though trying to hide away from sight again. It was incredibly endearing, and Roman crooned lightly.

Patton gasped, hands fluttering as though he wanted to scoop the creature right up. “Oh my goodness, is that a tiny mer?”

Roman nodded, curling his fingers up protectively. “I found the little guy in my territory, all tangled up like this. I tried to get the net off, but… I’m too big. I don’t dare to try using my teeth.”

Still peering at the tiny figure, Patton hummed. “Did you want me to try? I’m not that much smaller than you, Ro.”

“Well… Actually…” Roman grinned sheepishly, not noticing the way the tiny mer paled at the sight of his teeth. Patton looked up at him, and knew instantly what he wanted.

“Roman! You know I don’t like doing that…” He pouted, crossing his arms. Roman quailed under his disappointed stare, but a glance down at the little mermaid made him straighten up again.

“Please, Pat. You know I’d never judge you for it, and I swear I’ll put it right back once I get this one freed!” He pleaded, holding the mer up for emphasis, and because he knew Patton was weak to cute things.

Patton sighed, but nodded. “Okay… but you have to remember everything I tell you, and be careful! They’re so delicate, I feel bad every time...”

Roman agreed vigorously, making sure to listen intently as Patton lead them to the shoreline.

Logan was walking the beach, gaze locked on the stars above when he heard it.

He’d come out here to get away from the city’s air pollution and see the stars as clearly as he used to back home, so he was understandably surprised to hear the singing. A soft melody, like the kind a parent would use to lull their child to sleep, and undeniably pleasant. Logan turned his head to look for the source, not remembering anyone else on the beach, and saw a silhouetted figure in the water.

He hesitated. It was a mildly cool night, and not many people were around, let alone swimming in such conditions, so he was undeniably curious as to what the stranger was doing. It would be rude to impose on them after he himself had come out here for solitude, but…

As though sensing his thoughts, the figure waved, beckoning him. He spared a moment to check that there wasn’t anyone else on the beach they could be gesturing to, and then stepped into the cool waves, unwilling to keep his curiosity unfulfilled or this melodical stranger waiting any longer.

If his thoughts hadn’t been so clouded, maybe he would have noticed the irrational manner in which he walked into the water fully clothed, or the fact that he couldn’t make out any of the words in the song, or the way the figure in the water seemed to be at a much farther distance than he’d thought. The melody was at the forefront of his mind, though, and so he didn’t realize that something was wrong until he was treading water and watching as the figure approached, revealing how big it truly was.

He gaped up at the vaguely inhuman face looming over him, brain working to process it all. A mer- no, a siren? He’d been lured out by their song. He’d heard about the elusive giants, but hadn’t thought any were bold enough to come this close to a city.

Apparently, he was wrong.

The panic only hit him once the siren scooped him from the water in one hand, lifting him up to face level. He thrashed, deathly afraid that the huge mouth was going to take a bite out of him, but the siren only looked at him with an expression oddly reminiscent of a smile and then covered him with their other hand, trapping him like a child with a firefly. He almost tipped over as the siren began to move, still keeping him above-water.

Well. At least the creature wasn’t planning on drowning and/or devouring him immediately, though he wondered why. Perhaps they were planning on feeding him to their young? Did sirens play with their food?

It didn’t matter, he thought as he shook the thought away with a shudder. He had more time to plan an escape, and that was what counted.

Virgil took a shuddering breath, desperately trying to calm himself down enough to actually think. He had to stop cowering here like a guppy and actually find a way out of this situation!

Okay, first. Take stock of what’s going on.

He resisted the urge to giggle hysterically at his situation. He’d gotten caught in a human poaching net, drifted painfully until catching on some rocks that left him almost stranded out of the water, been found by a shark mer of all things, and now he was in said mer’s hand in a sea cave, waiting for the giant mer and his siren friend to figure out a way to get this net off so they could finally eat him. He wondered if this was how mussels felt when he spent ages trying to pry them open.

The other mer arrived, popping out of the water energetically, and Virgil morbidly wondered how they were going to split him. Evenly? 30 - 70? Maybe the siren would only get a bite.

He was distracted from thoughts of his imminent death by the sight of the siren raising his hands, which were closed into a tight circle. The shark holding him- Roman?- perked up, drifting closer.

“Did you get one?” He asked, and the siren- Patton, he was pretty sure, though why he was recalling the names of the ones that were going to kill him was beyond him- opened his hands like an anemone blooming.

In them sat a human, bespectacled and looking about as out of his depth as Virgil felt. He felt a strange pang of empathy, despite it being humans’ fault that he was stuck in this mess in the first place. Poor guy was going to be used as a tool to open his net and then chowed on. Looked like the shark mer wasn’t going to have to share him after all.

The empathy vanished as the two giants set them both down on a shelf of rock above the water, leaving the human very much in his element and Virgil very much not. He wasn’t even able to sit up, too caught in the net to move or even open his mouth. He’d tried biting the net back when he’d been drifting along, and accidentally effectively muzzled himself.

The human took a step forwards, looking between him and the giants, and Virgil growled threateningly, flaring his ear fins.

“Hey, don’t be mean!” Roman chided, reaching down and setting a hand on him as though trying to soothe a pufferfish. “He’s only trying to help.”

Despite himself, Virgil froze under the touch, afraid he would be crushed if he disagreed. The human watched him with keen eyes, and when Roman withdrew, he didn’t step forwards again. Instead, he sat on the ground a distance away, raising a hand up.

“May I help you?” He asked, and Virgil’s eyebrows raised. He hadn’t expected the guy to try talking to him. Generally speaking, humans were more stab first, ask never.

He shook his head sharply anyways. The longer he was in this net, the longer he wasn’t in a shark’s mouth. Even if he was beginning to get dizzy from blood loss. The human frowned, but surprisingly enough, stay put.

“Very well. I am Logan. I assume you can understand me, but can you speak?”

Virgil hesitated for a moment, before shaking ‘no’ again and then tilting his head back slightly to display the wires wrapped around his jaw. Logan nodded.

“Ah, I see. Then-”

“What are they saying?” Patton asked, inadvertently cutting Logan off. Virgil looked up at them in disbelief. He’d known that giant mers were fairly isolated from humans, but he’d spent so long using human knowledge to avoid them that he could barely imagine not knowing the language. Being big really did change one’s perspective on things, he supposed.

Roman cast him a concerned look. “I don’t know… maybe the little guy scared him? Here, let me…”

He reached over, prompting Virgil to flatten himself further against the rock, and gently slid Logan across the distance between them, leaving the human only a foot away. Virgil’s ears pinned back, but he didn’t hiss, both out of fear of Roman and because he could tell by the look on Logan’s face that he was an unwilling participant in the movement.

“My apologies.” He mumbled once the hand retracted and they’d both taken a breath. “I have no idea what they’re saying, but I assume they want me to do something about the net. Am I correct?”

Virgil nodded, but something fearful in his body language must have shone through, because Logan didn’t reach out.

“What… Do you know what they will do to us once you are free?” He asked lowly, pretending to be looking over the netting. Virgil took a deep breath, figuring he might as well tell the guy, and then managed to pry his mouth open just enough to clack his teeth in a mockery of a biting motion.

Logan exhaled sharply, unsurprised. “Well then. I suppose that in order to have more time to formulate a plan of escape, I could make untangling this net much more complicated than it has to be, hm?”

Virgil blinked, looking between him and the two giant mers staring down at them with undisguised curiosity. Logan spoke again, carefully sliding his fingers along Virgil’s face and working the netting free.

“How does a temporary alliance to get out of here sound?”

Virgil worked his jaw as the metal was finally removed, both of them tense with the knowledge that he could lunge forwards and take a bite out of the human himself at this range. He opened his mouth.

“Deal.”

#g/t #giant/tiny #mermaid #siren #sanders sides #ts virgil #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #writing #my writing #oct prompts #hiddendreamer67 prompts #im pretty happy with this one! i hope you enjoy :)#dont take this the wrong way #dtttww

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hilarioushilarity · 4 years

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(not) lost in translation pt. 2

{I am a lying liar who lies, 2-3 days my ass. You can read Part 1 here.}

The second time Alexei meets Kent Parson is at the All Star weekend that season.

When Mama and Papa had flown back to Russia, Alexei had rapidly realised that he was effectively a thousand miles away from everything he had ever known, and that:

1) Nobody around him spoke Russian; and 2) He couldn't speak English.

Alexei hates English. With a passion. He's not stupid enough to tell anyone this particular fact, but he thinks it every time he sits down for his English classes and wrestles with prepositions and adverbs, or heaven forbid, attempts to conjugate a verb. Every rule had a million exceptions, so what was even the point of the rule? English as a language was just unfair, he had decided, and he tells Mama this over the phone one month in.

She is sympathetic, in her typical Spartan manner. "You'll learn," she tells him. "Practise for at least three hours every day."

Alexei is appalled. "Mama, when am I meant to get three hours of practice each day?"

"There is always time."

He honestly doesn't know what else he expected. "Okay Mama," he says, and then turns the conversation to how stupidly big portion sizes were in America. Criticising the diets of North Americans was always guaranteed to catch her attention.

To his dismay, his father just laughs at him.

"Papa." Alexei may or may not be whining.

"Your Mama told you to just find time, didn't she," he says, when he's finally stopped cackling for long enough to take a breath.

Alexei hangs up on him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Papa says, when he calls back a minute later. The wheezing laughs have stopped, which is a relief.

"Okay," Alexei says warily.

"I mean it." His father is abruptly serious. "I'm sorry for laughing, you're in a tough situation right now. English is not an easy language to learn." They both know that his father never truly gained fluency in it - never had the chance to need it.

"It's really hard, Papa." He doesn't think he's just talking about English anymore.

"Things worth doing usually are, Alyosha," his father says gently.

Alexei chews his lip. "I don't know if I'm doing anything right."

"Are you playing good hockey?" Papa asks.

"Yes, Papa."

"You aren't bullying anyone on the ice?"

"No -"

"Working hard? Doing your English lessons? Going to all your practices on time, practising anything your coach says you need to work on?"

"Yes -"

"Then you are doing it right. And I am proud of you."

His father's voice is warm, and it curls around Alexei. He suddenly, desperately, wishes he could hug his father tightly. "Okay Papa."

"Now go and practice your English," Papa says, and Alexei does.

So hockey is the only thing he has besides torturous English lessons, and he devotes himself to it. He racks up goals and assists every game, plays a clean defensive game, and keeps his stats glowing. English smalltalk remains his nemesis but he's getting there, one pleasantry at a time. Before he knows it, he's being invited to the All Stars Weekend. He dithers over the invite for a few days, until the head of Capitals PR eventually corners him on his way out of the locker rooms.

"You should go," LaRue tells him. "It's good for building up your fanbase." He continues to go on at depth about social media presences and ticket sales. Alexei dutifully nods his way through the lecture, and ends up promising to go just to escape.

For some unknown sin in this life or a past one, he is roomed with a D-man from the Aeros who talks loudly and snores louder than a chainsaw. Alexei realises this on the first night when he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling as the red digits on the bedside clock tick over from 11 to 12, then 1. There's a snore once every three seconds, accompanied by whistling through some gap between teeth. Alexei kills half an hour searching up English sayings to describe snoring and deciding that his roommate "snores like a foghorn" before he finally gives up and rolls out of bed.

The hotel they've been put up in has an indoor gym and swimming pool. Alexei slings on a towel, sneaking out of the room before taking the lift down. On first glance, the gym is deserted, because any sane person is currently asleep. Alexei, running on no sleep, does not qualify.

Except, when he's halfway through his reps on the elliptical, a quiet voice behind him says: "Um. Hi, Alexei?"

Alexei turns around and comes face to face with Kent Parson.

What they are is nebulous at best. More than acquaintances - Kent Parson had talked to his Mama and Papa and his Mama had said Kent was a Very Nice Person. But less than friends, certainly. After the draft, Kent had gone west to the Aces and Alexei had gone east to the Capitals. He hasn't really kept track of Kent's career, but he would have to be under an actual rock to not know Kent is the only other rookie at the All Stars weekend and the NHL's current leading scorer.

"Hello," Alexei replies. There's a drop of sweat slowly rolling down his face and he's painfully aware that he probably stinks a little. Meanwhile Kent Parson looks fresh as a daisy at one in the morning. The limits of his smalltalking abilities in English remain breathtakingly small despite the benefit of six months of English tutoring, so he kind of hopes Kent takes pity on his poor, sweaty form.

Kent does not. "It's been a while. Good to see you."

Goddamnit, they're smalltalking. "Good to see you, too."

Kent looks unbothered at the lack of scintillating conversation. He rolls onto the balls of his feet, fiddling with the strap of the duffel slung over his shoulder. "So uh. How's your mum?" he says, then immediately blanches. "Shit. I didn't mean - I just -"

"Good," Alexei says, mostly to put him out of his misery. "She good."

Kent looks earnest. "Oh, that's really good to hear." And then he seems to waver a bit.

"How is family?" Alexei says, when the silence stretches on. "They come visit after draft?"

"Ah yeah." Kent visibly brightens up. "They did! It was great, we had dinner and hung out a bit, and I gave my sister your mum's autograph - she's so cool by the way, but I bet you already knew that - I'd love to thank her again."

There are just - so many words. Alexei takes a few seconds to work through the sentence. "Glad to hear sister like. Maybe you see Mama again at game with Aces?"

"Definitely," Kent says, and Alexei's heard so many people say that over the past six months, but he thinks this time he could believe it. "So, uh. What's keeping you up?"

Only the loudest snorer on the entire American continent. "Roomie." Alexei searches for the words. "Snoring like foghorn."

Kent winces. "Jeez, I know what you mean. Did you try poking him to get him to roll over?"

"To scared to poke," Alexei admits. "Big guy."

"Who are you rooming with?"

"Winkler?"

"Fuck, yeah, he's a big dude. Better not poke him."

Alexei sighs. "Snore so loud - and whistle too. Like train." At Kent's blank look, he tries: "Choo choo?"

"Choo - oh god, you mean like a steam engine?"

Alexei pulls out his phone in answer. "How spell that? Steam engine?" He dutifully plugs in the letters Kent rattles off, and hits translate. "Oh. Yes. He steam engine."

"Heh," Kent says. "I double dog dare you to say that to him." He must catch the look of utter incomprehension on Alexei's face, because he quickly backtracks. "Not up with the slang yet? Sorry. I meant, you should tell him that."

"But why?" Alexei doesn't want to get punched.

"As a joke," Kent adds hastily. "It's funny, because we know it's stupid so we wouldn't do it."

English was just ridiculous. "Okay," Alexei tries. "Double dog dare you cycle on elliptical, see who faster."

"That's not..." Kent trails off. He smiles, then shakes his head. "That's not how it works. But we'll work on it," he assures Alexei, with a firm pat on his shoulder.

It's worlds away from the way the Caps' coach tends to roll his eyes heavenward when Alexei goes left when he should go right, or his English tutor, who is nice enough but is prone to banging her head against the table a little when Alexei fumbles the conjugation on a verb. "Not now," Alexei says. "Later?"

Kent checks his watch and he actually looks surprised, like the complete lack of other people didn't clue him in. "Wow, it's pretty late, isn't it?"

Unbelievable. "Why you up?"

"Got caught up practising."

Alexei sideeyes him. "Practising?"

Kent flushes a little. "Practising my stick handling. Shooting accuracy."

Alexei can't help but boggle at him. "You practising? At 1AM?"

"I couldn't sleep," Kent says, a little defensively.

"You crazy," Alexei decides, but there's a lot of fondness that must be apparent to even Kent, who looks less offended than he does a mildly grumpy, like the family cat when he accidentally stepped on her tail as a child. "But you wipe ice with everyone, so you champion crazy."

"Damn straight I'm the champion crazy," Kent says, planting his hands on his hips like a dork. "Yeah, laugh it up, I'll definitely be wiping the ice with you."

Alexei pretends to cower. "Okay, Kent Parson, I try best not cry on ice then."

"You will be bawling your eyes out," Kent says with promise, and then looks so affronted when Alexei just doubles over, breathless with laughter.

"I believe you," Alexei says to the ground, from where he's still bent over trying to catch his breath. "Cry many tears."

"You better," Kent says, but then he's laughing helplessly too, dropping his duffel. "Oh god, I really am champion crazy."

Alexei reaches over to pat him on the back. "Is okay, still like, even if Kent Parson practice hockey at one in morning."

"You don't think I'm too crazy?" Perhaps it's meant to be joking, but Alexei can't help but look up sharply.

"Never. You think Crosby best because he slack off?"

"I don't think he's ever stayed up until 1 because he was nervous about All Stars," Kent says, then bites his lip.

"You nervous?" Alexei asks. Kent hesitates. "Why you nervous?"

"I just - it's been a lot," Kent finally says. He's looking to the side, staring at the elliptical. Alexei waits, and Kent says in a rush: "I feel like I have to be the best, or - or else -"

"Not have to say what," Alexei says gently. "Not make you say."

Kent scowls. "It's stupid. Everyone's thinking it, they just don't say it. That I'm the second choice."

At the Draft, Alexei had known vaguely that Kent Parson and another boy called Jack Zimmermann had widely been slated to go first and second - in either order. It was true that every analyst had put the latter in first place, and that when Aces called Kent Parson's name there had been a slight pause in the audience's murmuring. Kent's smile had been strained as he left their table.

Alexei's stood across from Kent on the ice before. He's watched countless hours of tape of the Aces' play and by proxy, of Kent. Kent Parson on the ice is a force of nature, skating circles around defence and sinking pucks into the net as easy as breathing. And in his heart of hearts, he thinks the margin between first and second had been far smaller than most people thought.

But now, under the harsh gym lights that highlight the remaining softness of his jaw and the dark patches beneath his eyes, Alexei realises that Kent's still just a kid. Alexei's just a kid. They're both just teenagers. And there's very little of the player who had breezed past Alexei at the last Caps game with the Aces, or of the player who had mercilessly crushed their four game winning streak without batting an eye. Under the padding and past all the hype, Kent was far from the figure he cut on ice and as vulnerable as any other human.

"Even if people say second choice, what matter?" Alexei says. "You first. You here now. Play well. Maybe bit annoy on ice but not bully. And seem nice, polite to Mama. Thinking of sister even at draft. Get autograph for her. That matter. Not other people."

He hopes he hasn't overdone it - perhaps Kent wasn't looking for a heart-to-heart in the hotel gym at 1AM. But instead of taken aback Kent looks - a little watery.

"Why you cry?" Alexei is horrified.

"I'm not crying," Kent sniffs. "I'm not."

Alexei bites his tongue. "Uh okay." He politely looks away as Kent wipes his eyes.

"I'm not saying I can't cry," Kent begins, which Alexei takes as his cue that it's safe to look back at him. His eyes are just slightest bit red, and even that's only if you know what to look for. “I just try not to cry in front of others.”

"Okay," Alexei says cautiously.

Kent takes a deep breath. "Thank you."

"Welcome," Alexei replies automatically, then says: "But. For what?"

Kent stares at him. "For - listening? For not being an asshole about the fact I'm still some nervy rookie?"

Christ. People thanked each other for things like that in America? "No need thank," Alexei says. Then, desperate to change the subject, he adds: "So we agree! No need for nervous! You real KVP."

"The what?"

"KVP." Alexei gestures. "I see on Twitter - they calling you 'the Real KVP'".

"That's not - " Kent splutters. "That's my name, Alexei."

Alexei tries not wince. "Oh. Oops, sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Kent brings out his phone, thumbing at something on the screen. He eventually holds out his phone, open to a websearch. "See? It's a joke on MVP. That's 'Most Valuable Player'."

"Oh," Alexei says again. "Make sense. Sometimes miss reference - thank you for explaining."

Kent stows away his phone, corners of his mouth twitching upwards again. "You've only been in the US for what, six months? Your English is great. If you put me in Russia I would probably just turn around and go back to the US."

"You miss good food then," Alexei tuts. "Russian food is best food."

"Hell no, I've seen what you guys count as soup. I'm not touching borscht with a ten-foot pole."

"Borscht is best soup!" Alexei tries to sound outraged.

"Look man, all I'm saying is that anything that pink should not be eaten."

Blasphemy. "You try pirozhki then? Small, baked -" He gropes around for the word, then gives up and calls up the translator app on his phone. "Dumpling."

"I've never had that," Kent says, but he at least looks intrigued. "What did you call it? Pay-roz-kay?"

His accent is actually appalling. "Pirozhki," Alexei corrects.

Kent frowns. "Poe-roz-ki?"

"Pirozhki"

"Poh-rosh-ki?"

Alexei nods in approval. "Good, sounds good."

"I like the sound of baked dumplings," Kent says. "Mm. Pirozkhi. I might go see if there's any places that do it in Vegas."

"Let me know if yes." Alexei nudges him. "I come try when Caps play Aces."

"You got it."

Alexei cuts off any further conversation with the embarrassingly loud yawn that escapes him then.

"Shit, it's like 1:30AM." Kent winces. "We have to get up at like 7 tomorrow - today? Holy crap we better go to sleep."

Alexei levers himself up, gathering his towel and bottle. "Hope not fall asleep on skates tomorrow."

"How about I check you if I see you dropping off," Kent suggests, then snickers at Alexei's raised eyebrow. "Bad idea?"

"Sure can check me?" Alexei makes a show of looking Kent up and down. He holds his index finger and thumb about ten centimetres apart. "So small."

"You asshole," Kent says, but he's laughing. "I'm not short, you're just a giant."

"If say so," Alexei shrugs. They start towards the elevator banks. "If help sleep at night."

"Fuck you, I sleep really well at night," Kent says petulantly. Alexei eyes the shadows beneath his eyes.

"I believe, I believe," he says instead with his best shit-eating grin. They get in the lift. "Okay, floor?"

Kent reaches over and pushes the button for 15. "You?"

"Twelve. Thank you." Kent nods, and they start moving up.

"So see you tomorrow, yes?"

"Yeah." Kent shoulders his duffel a little more firmly. "Be prepared to cry like a baby."

Alexei flaps his hands, just as the lift doors open on his floor. "Yeah, yeah, I cry so much."

The smile Kent gives him is small, but very real. "Good night Alexei."

"Good night," Alexei says, stepping out and turning to wave goodbye. The doors shut on Kent's smile, and Alexei stands there for a second, the airconditioning cool against his slightly sweaty neck.

"Hopefully not cry too much," he says to himself, before heading back to his room.

#kent parson #alexei mashkov #(not) lost in translation #patater #capichewrites

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petri808 · 5 years

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I don’t know if you’re doing requests but you know that meme you reblogged of monsters inc and said it was like Zeref and Natsu, you should write something about that!! I love Zeref and natsus early relationship so it would be cute~

Here you go Yuki. Not really like the monsters inc thing but I think it came out cute 😊

Child Daydreams

Being a few years older than his little brother, Zeref was often left to watch Natsu while their parents worked. He didn’t mind really. Natsu could be a bit of a handful at times, curious and rambunctious, but he was a fun loving little boy that brought Zeref out of his own quieter nature.

They would often play in the fields with other children after school or chores. Zeref was always mindful to keep Natsu within his view because the boy was prone to silly antics or running off. If he had to study, sometimes he would find a tree to rest against with his textbook, and Natsu would play around him.

It was a great life.

After spinning round and round looking at the clouds, Natsu flops onto his back next to his brother. “Tell me stowee, Zerf,” the boy babbles in his child’s language.

Zeref chuckles, smiling at the bright-eyed toddler. “How about the dragon one?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay.” He gathers Natsu onto his lap and leans back in the shade of a tree trunk. “Long ago in the land of Kelekona, there was a mighty fire dragon king who ruled over all of the other dragons. He was a great ruler beloved by his subjects and the humans they lived amongst. One day the fire dragon king came across an orphaned little boy whose parents had abandoned him in the forest.”

“Ooo, ooh, can little boy be me??” Natsu tittered and rocked in his brothers lap in excitement.

“Sure,” Zeref smiles and pinches his brother cheek.

��This great king takes the child back to his home, but after a long search is unable to find the boys parents. He knew that a small child needed to be with other humans so he does the only thing he can think of, and takes the boy to the human’s king.

‘In return for helping this child, I shall continue to be your lands protector,’ he tells the human king. ‘All I ask is that you treat this sweet boy like your own.’

Surprised, but knowing the dragon king would keep his word, the king of the humans agrees and welcomes the child, now named Natsu into the castle. It was a sad day for the little boy who’d grown attached to the dragon king. But the dragon assures him it’ll all be okay.

Years pass by and Natsu grows up to be a fine young man, treated like any Prince born into the family, tutored, and trained like any other royal. And Natsu loved his life at the palace, but he missed the dragons, especially the king.

Then one day, the dragon king came to visit the human king. A rogue dragon has captured a Princess from another kingdom and is requesting the aid of the humans. ‘I will deal with the dragon, and one of your men can go in and save her.’

‘I will send my finest knight with you...’

Natsu steps forward from beside the King. He realizes this was a way to give back to the one who’d saved him all those years ago. ‘Father, if it so pleases, I would like to help the dragon king to save this Princess. I believe I am ready for such a duty.’

‘Indeed you are my son,’ the two Kings share a knowing glance. ‘Then go forth and save her.’

As the dragon and Prince travel to where the Princess is being kept captive, Natsu asks why would a dragon kidnap a human.

‘Some dragons, like humans, will covet special trinkets or possessions and this dragon fell in love with the beautiful Princess.’

‘She’s beautiful?’ Natsu’s curiosity is peaked and not gone unnoticed by the King.

‘Yes,’ the King grins. ‘She’s said to shine just like the stars, with long, blonde flowing hair, large brown doe eyes, and a smile that could set your heart ablaze.’

‘Wow,’ the young Prince tries to picture what the Princess will look like. She must be very beautiful for the dragon to have taken her. He’s never really had much interactions with girls around his age, so for Natsu it was all very exciting.

When they reach the base of a mountain, the King points to a cave opening mid-way up. He explains that they will wait for the dragon to leave and when it does, he will deal with the dragon and Natsu must find the Princess inside. ‘Be mindful, young Prince. The Princess will no doubt be frightened.’

They wait for a few hours until just before dusk, the dragon finally leaves the cave. ‘Go,’ the King tells Natsu, ‘wait not for me, I can handle the dragon. You get her to safety.’

‘Yes, my liege,’ Natsu bows and takes off along the small dirt trail leaving his horse tethered to a tree.

The King chuckles and goes to find the other dragon. Everything has gone exactly how they’d planned it. Now it was up to the young Prince to win.

Natsu makes it to the cave with no trouble. It was a deep cavern, narrow at the beginning, and just big enough for a dragon to crawl through. But, in the distance, he could see the faint flickers of torch light. That must be where the Princess is being held.”

“He gonna meet the Pwincess now?!”

“Yes, Natsu, this is where he meets her.”

“Tehe!” the little boy settles back again.

“The young Prince steps around the final wall and sees the young Princess sitting on the ground near a small hearth. Her clothes are slightly torn, disheveled, and dirty, but the dragon King had been right. ‘Beautiful...’ the young Prince says softly under his breath.

At the sudden intrusion of a strange man, the Princess cowers back, demanding to know who he was. Oh, if that didn’t just break the Prince’s heart to see her like that. He puts his hands up and out where she could see them. ‘Fear not, I am a Prince here to rescue you.’

Her eyes widen and tears pool at the corners of her lids. It was everything she’d prayed for! And he sure looked the part, with such fine dressings and the decorative sword at his hip. Not to mention what a handsome young man who looked about her age. She scrambles to her feet and throws herself into his arms.

He was startled at her quick acceptance, but that feeling easily melts away into comforting her. ‘Shh, cry no more,’ he smoothes her hair and cradles her head to his chest, ‘you’re safe now, I won’t let anything hurt you. Tell me your name Princess.’

‘Lucy,’ she mumbles into his chest through the light ending sobs, ‘Lucy of the Heartfilia clan.’

‘It’s nice to meet you Lucy. My name is Prince Natsu.’

‘Natsu?’ She lifts her head excitedly. ‘Of the Dragneel’s?! Oh my,’ Lucy drops to her knees, ‘my liege, I-I am honored that you would come for a lowly Princess like me.’

He chuckles and helps her back to her feet. ‘Please, there is no need to bow to me.’ Natsu smiles, swiping a thumb against her cheek, ‘and one with such beauty should never be looked down upon.’

Lucy blushes and glances away, ‘you are too kind, my liege.’

‘Please, just call me Natsu. Shall I take you home now?’

‘If to your castle, I graciously accept.’

The young Prince is surprised but keeps his emotions under control. He holds out his hand to her with a smile. ‘Anything for you Princess.’

Prince Natsu takes her to the castle where they live happily ever after. The End.”

Natsu jumps up from his brothers lap in triumph for his namesakes story. He pumps his fists into the air. “I win Pwincess!!”

Zeref laughs and stands up to stretch his legs and back. “You sure did.”

The boy stops his celebration and turns back to his brother. “Zerf, will I have a weal Pwincess one day?”

“Oh, I’m sure you will and she’ll be just like the one in the story. Come on,” he holds out and Natsu takes his hand. “Mom will be making dinner by now.”

Natsu smiles wide as they walk the few yards home, and Zeref was sure his little brother was daydreaming of dragons and a beautiful blonde Princess...

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #zeref dragneel #ask request #ft drabble #childhood #dragneel family #ft fanfiction

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orionlakehastodie · 5 years

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The Lion and the Evenstar

Previous chapters here

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287 AC, King’s Landing

Brienne looked out of place in her out of fashion tunic. The capital was all about the silks and the exposure of arms, but after an unfortunate incident with a certain Hyle Hunt his mother decided that Brienne should wear whatever she wanted when she was presented to court.

It was his first time seeing Cersei again after so long. She left Casterly Rock 2 years ago to come to court and try to get Prince Rhaegar’s attention - something she failed to do as the Prince married Elia Martell.

She was beautiful as ever, his golden sister in her crimson dress, the Light of the West they called her, and the way her eyes watched him made it known to him that she wanted him as well.

Come with me.

Join the King’s Guard and be with me.

That’s what she said. Be a knight and me with me. She offered herself to him tonight. She’d gotten her moon’s blood she said. They can finally be together.

Except he loved Casterly Rock. Sure he hated the lectures, but he loved the land and the people. And he had a duty to it, and to all the small folk who call Lannisport home. He was Lord Lannister, and he did not want Kevan to take over the Rock - he would dry the mines as soon as he can.

Brienne said so herself - she envisioned a sustainable model -

And his breath caught it his throat when she walked into the doorway.

“Lady Brienne of Tarth, daughter of Lord Selwyn Tarth and ward of Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock.”

Her face was scrubbed clean of the muck that she usually bore from training in the grounds and long lectures. It made her eyes shine even brighter and suddenly he was transported to that first moment he saw her some ten years ago on the shores of Lannisport - the moment he realized the ocean was in her eyes.

She frowned, towering over the other ladies she was presented with but the fine tunic of Essosi linen hugged her curves, made her legs look a mile long, and the gleaming badge of both Lannister Lion and the Sun of Tarth made her look magnificent.

The sun shining from the arbors played shadows on her face.

In this light she can almost be a beauty.

In this light she can almost be a knight.

His trance broke when he felt an elbow against his rib, “Shame you have to live with that. Must be hard for you, with such a freak.”

His vision turned red and he was about to pommel the man when Renly Baratheon clapped a hand around his shoulder and gripped tight.

“Careful there Ser Kenning. That is a lady of the Stormlands. Your liege lord’s dear friend.”

The man cowered and bowed before Renly and without sayiing anything he marched to Lady Brienne, bowed and offered her a dance.

There were stars that bloomed in Brienne’s eyes as she placed her hand against Renly’s and there was a deep seated burning in his gut.

This was his Brienne - since when did she and Renly know each other so well? Since when did he have the right to ask her to dance.

He wanted to bash his pretty face into his head.

“Ah yes, young Renly. He’s been quite taken with our Brienne. And with rumors in the capital about his... preferences, no lady of a higher house would want to be wed to a third son of the Stormlands. I heard Lord Baratheon made an offer to Lord Selwyn, he’s considering it, when I spoke to him last. You never know, this summer when Brienne returns to court at Storm’s End, we may never see her back again.”

His father casually watched the both of them dance and nodded. “Yes, a fine match for our Brienne.”

“A third son from the Stormlands who will never truly love her?”

“Love is not in the cards for someone like Brienne.”

“And what do you mean by that Father?”

There was danger in his tone and Tywin merely sipped from his goblet. “I mean, that the world is cruel, and even more so to those who are not beautiful. She will learn that, however much you or I try to stop it.”

He looked around and saw the snickers, the points as Brienne danced awkwardly with Renly, and she looked at him with all the love in the world, love that should be returned to her.

“I’ll stop it.”

He handed his own cup to his father and marched to Renly, and tapped him on the shoulder, taking Brienne away from him and bringing her into his arms.

There was a startle in her face and question in her eyes but he only pulled her closer. It wasn’t anything they haven’t done before. They shared a bed many times, he had a habit of falling asleep in her chambers and no one dared question it for no one could believe that Jaime Lannister would want to touch someone he thought of as a brother and not a woman.

And yet today he can feel the tremor in her hands, and smell the hint of an orange in her hair. Tonight her eyes seem bluer than they ever were and he drowns in them.

“My Brie.”

He touches his knuckles to her cheek and she flushes and she looked so adorable he had to smile.

“Jaime, what are you doing?”

“Dancing.”

“Yes but you’re supposed to be with Lysa Tully.”

“Fuck Lysa Tully. I want to dance with you. Just you.”

She blushes again but she settles against his chest, resting her cheek on his shoulder, and he himself feels his heart skip a beat, holding her this close. In a way that’s not with swords or wars - it was actually nice.

“Will you marry Renly?”

She says nothing, and his grip tightens on her back.

“Do you love him?”

“He’s been kind. He told me that I should not care about the opinions of others.”

“Do you love him, Brienne?” He asks as he pulls away from her so he could look into her eyes. Her eyes never lied.

“In many ways yes.”

“But not in the important way.”

“Jaime-”

“I’m not a third son Brienne.”

She knows what he means and she shakes her head.

“No.”

“I will love you more than he does.”

She turns to look back at him, her eyes burning.

“But not in the important way Jaime.”

She breaks away from him and he chases after her, Cersei’s invitation and the prospect of the King’s Guard long forgotten. That was the night that changed everything.

TBC

#braime #brienne x jaime #jaime x brienne #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #the lion and the evenstar

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thatonedaydream · 5 years

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A/N: this took forever im sorry. girls just wanna have fun. gender isn’t specified in this, but they are very feminine, this is a bayonetta au, powerful women is what its all about. also its been awhile since i’ve written anything, this has been sitting around for awhile so... i dunno what its like. the ideas are there lmao

Edited 20-Jan-2019 — spheri

★★★★★

OP: Let’s dance boys!

Lunafreya clasped her hands together and slowly exhaled. Today she would be married—wedded to Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum. It would be an auspicious event, binding his clan of Lucis to her clan of Tenebrae. They were both powerful clans in their own right, but coming together they would be an unstoppable force. Because of this, many adversaries had come out of the woodwork to try and stop it.

While both had their own defensive forces, Luna was happy to let Noctis think that he had everything under control with his Ascended Knights in play at their wedding. His four most trusted knights stood around the altar defending the bride, groom and single priest conducting the ceremony. They were to marry quietly and do their general public service later. For now it was important to complete the ceremony without any disturbance. Doing so with an audience would give more chances for the enemy to attack.

As the priest droned on, his voice echoed in the empty church. Luna gazed into Noctis’ eyes—she did love him so dearly, this wasn’t marriage born of convenience or treaty. She did care for him, but oh—

Men were so useless.

“I’m incredibly sorry—” Luna sweetly interrupted the priest, “ — would you please pass me my staff for a moment?” She asked, although something in her tone was impatient. She continued to smile and gestured for the knight closest to her staff to hand it over to her. Prompto looked confused but did as he was asked after Noctis nodded and gave him permission to do so. “Would you all kindly take one step closer to me?”

Who were they to question the bride’s very simple request?

“Now stay very still.” Luna tapped her staff twice on the stone ground. A dim light bloomed and suddenly spread in lines to form a circular seal all around her. Her final words were a sly warning. “We’ll pay for damages, don’t worry.”

Before anyone could question this, the beautiful stained glass ceiling above them shattered. There was a loud crash as something landed in the center of the church. A very large lance stood upright in a pile of demon corpses. At the end of the spear, a pale-haired woman stood proudly. “Sorry we’re late.” She swung down the pole of the spear.

Luna huffed and muttered some words under her breath, forming a dome and protecting the men around her as well as herself. “I was worried neither of you would show.” An affectionate smile played at her lips.

Demons rained in from the broken ceiling. The priest had collapsed in shock beside Luna and she wondered if Noctis had figured out why she was insistent on a young priest marrying them—funerals were awfully expensive for elder clergymen; they definitely would have died from the horror.

Suddenly the church doors were kicked off their hinges and into the newly arrived demons with such force that they ploughed into the altar, whistling narrowly past Noctis’ esteemed knights. “Sorry.” You didn’t sound the least bit sorry. “I thought ya boy’s knights were meant to have cleared out the area of all the demons?”

“I’m sure they did the best they could.” Luna replied kindly, ignoring all the pointed looks she was getting from the men around her. “I’ll pay you both double to keep us safe.”

While you did like the idea of being paid double, you liked seeing Luna safe a little more. “Tell ya what, this’ll be our wedding gift to you both.” You blew them a kiss from where you stood at the entrance, before waving at your partner who had yanked her lance out of the ground. “Aranea, shall we?”

“Ready when you are.” Aranea drawled, and kicked some demons away from her before swinging her lance around like it weighed nothing. “Now pay attention, boys. You don’t send knights to do a witch’s job.” The runes on the heels of her boots glowed. “Draco Altitudo!” Her next jump was so powerful she left a small crater beneath her. The demons cowered, confused as they watched her disappear through the ceiling they had just dropped down from.

You breathed out and twirled, dragging the toe of your boot in a circle around you. The trail it left glowed, the energy suspending the long cloth of your robes in the air as if you were underwater before transforming them into shimmering, translucent streams of water. “Integrum degluttiat!” The words that bubbled and flowed from your mouth were clear. A command of sheer power.

“You have Astral Witches in your command?” Ignis, the cleverest of Noctis’ Ascended Knights turned to Luna with an incredulous look. “That’s impossible. The last Astral clans were decimated in the last war—”

“Evidently not, good knight.” Luna raised a finger to her lips in a gesture of silence. They had better watch quietly as her Witches were cleaning up their mess. They could learn a thing or two about real power and finishing a goddamned job.

The ground beneath the congregation of demons in the church began to crack and water began to bubble up. You blew a kiss in their direction, but instead of ending it with an elegant flourish of your hand, you mimicked crushing something in your fist. “Leviathan!” There was a roar from beneath the church, and wide jaws crashed through the ground where the demons once stood. The jaws inhaled, sucking the demons into a whirlpool and keeping them in place before disappearing beneath the water again.

“Bye-bye!” You called.

In the next instant, Aranea came down like a falling star, right where the demons were. In a spray of dark blood, they were pierced by her lance or crushed by the force of her landing. The water faded, sinking beneath the blood-stained earth. She swung around the pole of her lance a final time and landed gracefully on her feet.

It was mostly silent in the church, save for the sound of a few limbs that sloughed off broken wooden pews, slick from the carnage. You exhaled as your clothes lost their magic glow and returned to normal, although even in your natural state, there was an unearthly aura about you—it was the same with Aranea.

Luna tapped her staff on the ground to remove the barrier. The men around her looked uneasy, either from being ashamed of the apparent piss-poor attempt at securing the safety of the church or being overwhelmed by the sheer power of not one but two Astral witches. “Thank you ladies, for your assistance.”

Both you and Aranea approached your contractor with confident strides. “Anytime.” Aranea winked at Luna. “So, did we miss the important part of the wedding?” She glanced at the priest who was rocking back and forth and praying under his breath. “...I guess not.”

“We should move you both to a safer location.” The burliest of Noctis’ knights, Gladiolus, stepped forward. You could feel the aether flowing in him. Ascended Knights weren’t as unheard of as Astral witches, but their brotherhood had scaled down significantly over the last few centuries—they had gotten cocky after winning the last war against the demons. However, it wasn’t surprising that the best of the knights would be assigned to guard Noctis.

As Gladio tried to push past you, you pressed a finger into his chest to stop him from approaching the bride and groom. “Nuh-uh.” Just to get your point across, you channelled but a flicker of your power through the tip of your finger.

He sucked in a breath as soon as you touched him. It was like a pin-prick at his soul. For a brief moment, he felt what you were capable of. A teardrop in an ocean of power so deep and ancient, who knew what dwelled in the darkness beneath. He stared at you; how could a human being possibly hold such power? Was the other witch with the lance the same?

“You need to get married on holy ground to finish the covenant.” You stated to Luna more than anyone else. “The reason why Aranea and I agreed to help you was that of your conviction,” You removed your finger from Gladio’s chest and he carefully exhaled, although he looked a little shaken. “But your window of opportunity is closing fast.”

“Luna, what do they mean?” Noctis gently turned his bride-to-be to face him. “What are you planning?”

She had really hoped to have the conversation after they were married, so Luna hesitated. To have you and Aranea at her side was a boon, but she also knew it would be difficult to keep your loyalty if she didn’t come through with what was promised, even if you were friends. You were Astral witches, you had much bigger things to deal with. “I—”

Noctis watched Luna struggle, but then took her hands in his. “No, don’t worry about it. You can tell me after we’re wed.” He smiled at the flash of surprise in her expression which was quickly covered by her usual mild mask. He knew the kind of woman Lunafreya was, the kind of woman he had fallen in love with. Though at first glance she was genial and sweet, she held a fire of determination that forged a steel will. No doubt it was those traits that attracted the Astral witches to her side. “I love you—and I trust you. Whatever it is you have planned, I’ll do what I can to help.”

“Wait—are you sure that’s smart?!” The blond knight Prompto finally perked up. You and Aranea had seen him quietly and anxiously observing everything that was happening. It looked like he wanted to speak up at multiple times, but you supposed he had finally gathered the courage to speak his mind. “Not that I’m suspicious of your motives Lady Lundafreya—I mean, I kind of am, but—y’know, with the witches and everything it feels kind of suspicious?” He blurted.

Aranea snickered. “Aww, the shortcake is worried. So cute.” She purred, glancing his direction, although it felt like a dragon eyeing a mouse. “Don’t worry, we Astral witches aren’t known for backing the side with terrible motives.” Although ‘terrible’ meant something different for each person. “Once these two are wed, our protection extends to you and your brotherhood as well.”

“Who said we need protecting?” Gladiolus crossed his arms. You waved your hand at the surrounding mess of the church, letting it do the talking for you. The burly knight glowered at you and you simply winked in return.

“You might not need it now, but for the coming storm, you will.” If Lunafreya hadn’t spoken of her plans, then you wouldn’t say anything.

But you sure fucking hoped these boys would be ready for a war.

★★★★★

ED: Fly Me To The Moon [Climax Mix]

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #bayonetta au #aranea highwind #aranea #lunafreya nox fleuret #lunafreya #luna #reader insert

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1. 星からきたおしゃまなチビ (The Precocious Little Girl From Another Planet) - Transcript

Hello! I have no idea when I will have the time to do more of these, or refine them properly, but as we all know the subtitle situation with this show, I wanted to attempt my best shot at writing a more coherent translation, even if my skills are rudimentary at best. And so I present to you...an English transcript of Episode 1!

(A star descends upon a small island somewhere on Earth.)

Narrator: On the Alps Mountains lives a colony of people. Near there resides a nameless lake. On that lake there is a small island where 246 people live. Hm? The people must be sleeping! It sure looks habitable, wouldn’t you agree?

Memole and friends come bouncing by in pursuit of an equal-sized frog. Lupang manages to scare the creature so Memole can capture it in her pointed hat.

Narrator: Aren’t they sweet? This is where the people of Planet Rilulu made their emergency landing. Since then they have remained here.

Memole and Lupang peer over some rocks to see two village elders playing music and singing.

Barbara: Lady Memole, where have you been? It’s late! Master has been so irritable.

Memole: No worries!

Master: Still showing such disobedience…

Poppit: Man, this is the stuff!

(The previously captured frog escapes from Memole’s hat.)

Memole: Don’t come out!

Narrator: The people of Rilulu have yet to see a human. On their planet, cats are considered the enemy. Today is a day of defensive training.

(An elder costumed as a cat begins tickling the children with a cattail plant. Memole begins giggling loudly, alerting his attention.)

Master: HEY! Memole!! Yet again with you?

Memole: I can’t help it! It’s so funny!

Master: You shouldn’t be having funny thoughts at a time like this! You should be thinking SERIOUS thoughts!

Memole: I’m laughing because the song’s so funny!

Poppit: Hey, are you trying to say my dad’s singing is funny?

Memole: Oh, Poppit! Don’t you find it funny?

Poppit: There’s nothing funny about it! Don’t mock my dad or I’ll never forgive you.

Poppit’s Dad: Don’t be that way, Poppit. Even if you aspire to be a great musician, you’d probably only be admired 100 years after your death.

Master: No, no no. You’re already admired!

(Barbara notices a disturbance.)

Poppit’s Dad: Aww no, you’re too kind!

Lupang’s Dad: To be honest, I think people are the funniest thing. Yet I can’t bring myself to laugh at you, you’re just too sincere.

Poppit’s Dad: Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you’re kissing up to me? (he laughs, and Barbara joins in.)

Memole gasps in horror as she realizes what’s gotten into Barbara—the frog she caught earlier!

Memole: Hey! Don’t pull pranks like that.

Master: It’s your doing again!

Memole, leaping away: I’m sorry!

Master: Wait!

(He stumbles and falls off the stump.)

(Cut to Memole’s house, where she is being punished by Barbara.)

Memole: Stop it! Barbara, you pervert!

Barbara: With your mother being on another planet, it’s my job to punish you in her stead.

(Barbara proceeds to spank Memole.)

Memole: Ow! Ladies shouldn’t be treated like this! Let go!

Master: Barbara, I think that’s quite enough.

Barbara: Yes, Master. I apologize for my actions, Miss.

Memole: You really think an apology solves everything?

Master: Memole! You know I am the leader of Rilulu’s people. How am I going to keep this title if my own grandchild won’t behave?

Memole: Well, you could always quit being the leader, right?

Barbara: My! What are you saying, Miss?

Master: Hey, Memole. What is the purpose of the exercise I put you and the rest through? Do you understand it?

Memole: Yes! I understand, I understand. It’s to protect ourselves from the kitty-cats.

Master: Very good.

Barbara: To the people of Rilulu, there is no creature more dangerous than a cat.

Memole: And on top of that, cats like to eat smaller animals, like us.

Master: If you know this, then why weren’t you participating?

Memole: Because! Don’t you think it’d be better for me to learn to leap like a frog?

Barbara: How could you say such a thing? No matter what, you have to place high importance on safety.

Master: If it weren’t for those cats, we’d be here with our population of four hundred. The day we tried to escape from the cats proved us a little too carefree.

(We are shown the spaceship on the day of escape.)

Man: Big trouble!!

Master: What’s going on?

Man: It’s the engine! It’s been disrupted!

Master: Huh!?

Man: It’s because this was stuck inside it!

Master: Wait, isn’t that catnip?

(Everyone screams as the ship begins to crash.)

Master: How Rilulu’s people came to settle on Earth is all the fault of the kitty-cat.

Memole: But it’s been a year since we came to live on Earth and we haven’t seen a sign of them yet. They’re not gonna show up!

Master: Don’t let your guard down! Ahh! (He is blown over.)

Barbara: Master!

(The door rattles.)

Barbara: Such incredible wind…

Master: Hmm. I’m wondering if this’ll be a typhoon.

Memole: Tee hee! That’d be fun!

Barbara: Miss, what are you saying?

Memole: ‘Cause if there’s a storm we won’t have to do our kitty-cat exercises tomorrow!

Master: Memole…don’t you see this isn’t a good sign? This could be the beginning of something worse.

(Barbara cowers.)

Man: Chief Rilulu, this is bad! Strange objects have fallen into the lake.

Master: What did you say!?

Everyone heads outside in spite of the strong winds to find what appear to be a giant shoe and a perfume bottle washed ashore. A pair of giant glasses sits atop a rock.

Man: Where could this have come from?

Lupang’s Dad: Perhaps it’s an advertisement from an eyewear store.

Memole, inspecting a large pipe: How do you play with it?

Master: It could have been sent from the kitty-cats. Maybe it’s an omen.

Man: Kitty-cats?

Lupang’s Dad: I think it could be.

Man: Kitty-cats!?

Memole: Grandpa! Can I have this shoe?

Master: No! We must be careful. If the items are missing we’ll have to set them aside responsibly.

Memole: Hmph! This shoe’s so big, where are you going to hide it?

(Memole hears a whistle.)

Memole: It’s Lupang!

(She hops over.)

Memole: What’s up, Lupang?

Lupang: C’mere, quick!

Memole: What is it?

Lupang: Ryukuman is back!

Memole: Huh!?

(Memole stumbles and slips off a leaf.)

Memole: Really?

Lupang: But…but… he’s died!

(Memole gasps.)

(The trio make a mad dash to Ryukuman’s dwelling place.)

Memole: Ryukuman!!

Pea: He’s dead!

Memole: Ryukuman…

Poppit: It looks like he’s been dead for about two weeks.

Memole: Huh? How would you know that?

Poppit: Look at this. A bird came to make its nest and laid its eggs here. That’s why I think it’s been at least two weeks.

Lupang: Pitiful… if only we’d known earlier, we could have saved him.

(Memole uproots a blue flower and places it at Ryukuman’s side.)

Memole: When Ryukuman was alive, he loved this kind of flower.

(Ryukuman begins to awake, much to everyone’s shock, and sneezes the nest away.)

Memole: He’s alive!

Ryukuman: Oh, it’s you guys! I’m sorry I ruined the nest.

Lupang: The bird flew off a long time ago.

Ryukuman: Well, that’s a relief. I was napping when it made that nest on me. I didn’t dare move!

Memole: Have you been asleep till now?

Poppit: What? You’ve got a lot of persistence!

Ryukuman: That’s how I live. Memole, thank you so much. (He hands her the flower.)

Lupang: We hadn’t seen you in so long, we assumed you’d gone traveling.

Ryukuman: I was traveling in my dreams!

Memole: Traveling in your dreams?

Ryukuman, as birds land on him: Oh! We’re taking off again?

Pea, pointing to a bird: Hm? What’s that he’s got?

(Ryukuman picks up the key.)

Ryukuman: Oh, it’s…

Pea: Can I eat it?

Ryukuman: (Laughs.) This is called a key. If you put it in a hole you can enter.

Pea, lifting up his shirt to reveal his bellybutton: Can it go in this hole?

Ryukuman: (Laughs.) You can’t open a stomach.

Memole: Then what DOES it open?

Ryukuman: You use it to open a door, or perhaps the lock of a safe if you have valuables you don’t want stolen.

Poppit: Stolen? Are there any such valuables in this village?

Memole: Hey, yeah! Usually if anyone in our village wants something, we all share it. What about what’s left over?

Lupang: Dad and I deal with the leftovers.

Ryukuman: Then what could this key be for?

(Everyone is stumped.)

Memole: Hey, Ryukuman! How about you trust me with the key?

Ryukuman: Huh? Well, I suppose I don’t mind…

(He hands her the key.)

Memole: Thank you!

Lupang: What do you need that for?

Memole: The greatest! (She leaps away.)

Everyone: Memole! Where are you going? Memole! (They chase after her.)

Memole: I’m going to use it to open something!

Lupang: Open what?

Memole: You’ll see!

(The two chase each other past a log bridge and through tall blades of a grass until they reach an opening with a view of a human-sized, dilapidated windmill building.)

Memole: Here it is!

Pea: It’s huge!

(Eyecatch intermission.)

Poppit: Memole, don’t go in there! There could be evil spirits.

Memole: Don’t be so scared! We’re just gonna have a little look.

Pea: Big brother, I’m scared!

Lupang: M-Memole, is this really alright?

Memole: Don’t worry, don’t worry!

(She turns the key and opens the door.)

Memole: It’s open!

Poppit: Be careful, Memole…

(They gasp in wonder at their new surroundings and begin to head up a ladder.)

Pea: Ah, it’s something to eat!

(He slips, and the resulting shake sends everyone scrambling. The team walks upstairs through an opening and onto a shelf containing many human-sized items.)

Memole: Hey, over here! Look, look!

Poppit: What kind of people on this island have use for such gargantuan objects?

Lupang: If such people exist, we’ve got something much bigger to fear than the kitty-cats!

Poppit: Just because they’re bigger doesn’t mean they’re scarier.

Memole, looking at a perfume bottle: Huh? What is this?

Lupang, squishing the sprayer: This is really soft!

(He jumps on it, the resulting blast squirting Memole in the eye and knocking her unconscious.)

Everyone: Memole!!

Poppit: Memole! Wake up!

Pea: Is she dead!?

Lupang: Memole!

Poppit: What if that jar contained poison?

(Transition to Lupang at Memole’s house.)

Barbara: Oh no, this is awful! Master, Master!!

Master: What’s the matter?

Barbara: Master, it’s about Miss…

Master: Did she go off to play with that frog again?

Barbara: No. She went to the windmill house to play…

Master: What!? (He falls out of his chair.) Oh, gone, gone, gone! Where has my key gone!?

Barbara: Master, w-whatever it is, Miss is in trouble!

Master: What’s happened to Memole?!

(Cut back to Memole and the gang.)

Master: Memole…

Barbara: Miss…

Master: Memole, it’s me, Grandpa!

Barbara: And Barbara.

Memole: Oh no! Did I fall asleep?

Poppit: You didn’t fall asleep, you lost consciousness!

Lupang: I’m sorry, Memole…

Memole: That’s right! There was a wonderful scent coming from this bottle, and I had a beautiful dream. Lupang! Thank you.

Master: Memole, give me back that key.

Memole: Yes…

Master: Ryukuman, what have you done…?

(Transition to Ryukuman playing in a tree.)

Ryukuman: Back to stealing my meals, eh? I suppose the food’s better than my playing, haha.

(The group resumes musical defense routines on the stumps.)

Poppit: Ugh! We have to do these exercises again.

Lupang: It’s all because of what we got up to…

Pea: What do you mean?

Lupang: It’s thanks to Memole!

Master: HEY! Quit slacking off, I mean it!

(A “cat” proceeds to tickle the group. Memole suddenly breaks into sobs that interrupt everybody.)

Barbara: Miss?

Master: Memole, why are you crying?

Memole: Grandpa, didn’t you say it before that when I laugh, it’s followed by something sad? Because…I’m thinking about Papa and Mama on Rilulu…

(She sobs louder.)

Barbara: Miss…

(Memole watches a mother duck bond with its young, then the scene cuts to Ryukuman at a bonfire with some baby chicks.)

Ryukuman: Alright, alright, there you go! Sheesh, I’m not your mother. (The birds swarm him.)

(Memole is crying on the log where she looks over the lakeside.)

Lupang: Memole, don’t cry anymore…

Memole: I can’t help it. I keep worrying about Papa and Mama.

Poppit: But they’re on Rilulu.

Memole: But things didn’t seem right when they appeared in my dream…

Pea: In your dream?

Memole: Yeah…

(Ryukuman approaches the group.)

Ryukuman: There you guys are! Hurry and help me!

Poppit: What’s the matter?

Ryukuman: Where do I begin? These chicks needs help finding their mother.

Poppit: It’s those birds we saw from before!

Memole: They’ve lost their mother?

Lupang: Maybe they got lost looking for food?

Poppit: No, birds don’t wander off like that.

Memole: But why did it abandon its children?

Lupang: Maybe it’s been caught by an eagle…

Pea: Yeah!

(The chicks continue to badger Ryukuman.)

Memole: Hey, how about we go look for their mother?

Poppit: Right!

Memole: (She waves her umbrella.) Bobo!

(Bobo comes flying toward the scene.)

Poppit: Alright, Bobo! We’re counting on you to help find their mother!

(They take off.)

Poppit and Memole: Mother!

Memole: Look, Poppit!

(An eagle can be seen squawking at some birds in the hole of a tree.)

Poppit: Hey, in that hole…

Memole: I wonder if it’s the mother? Hey, Mr. Eagle!

Poppit: Memole, knock it off!

Memole: Over here!

(The eagle charges them.)

Memole: Bobo! Faster, faster!

Poppit: He can’t fly like that with us both on him!

Memole: Then let me jump off! (She leaps, and lands on the eagle.)

Poppit: Memole! Get back here!

Memole: I can’t! (She squeals as she falls, landing sloppily onto the mushroom-laden trunk of a tree below.)

Barbara: Miss! Miss! Ryukuman, have you seen Memole anywhere?

Ryukuman: Hm? So she’s not home?

Barbara: She always comes home by now for snacks…

Ryukuman: She’s probably somewhere hereabouts…I wouldn’t worry.

Poppit: Memole! Memole, where are you?

(Poppit stumbles around, and is startled by a group of bats.)

Memole: Ouch! OUCH!

Poppit: Huh!? Memole!

(An animal lurking in the shadow charges at them both, and they fall to another enclosure. The sound of a piano can be heard in the distance as they look on to a building.)

Poppit: What’s that sound?

Memole: I’ve never heard something so beautiful…

(They hop closer to take a better look.)

Memole: What a gigantic house…

Poppit: We’ve got to keep a distance!

Memole: I don’t care if it kills me, I’ve got to see it for myself!

Poppit: Memole!

Memole: I wonder what kind of people could live in such a big house?

Poppit: Probably the same people who wear those huge kinds of shoes we saw!

(Poppit and Memole are now inspecting the inside of the house from a window. A cat approaches and they scream in terror.)

Memole: Play dead!

(The cat paws curiously at them both.)

Mariel: Jojo! What are you doing? Come here! (She resumes playing the piano, with the cat in her lap.)

Poppit: So this is the kind of person who lives on this planet…

Memole: They look just like a big version of us…!

Poppit: She’s near one of those kitty-cats, and she’s not even afraid!

Memole: …She plays amazingly…

Narrator: Memole wants nothing more than to befriend this huge person. She may have been frightened upon seeing her, but will this girl feel the same about Memole? Will Memole’s voice be heard?

#little memole #memoru #tongari boushi no memole #tongari boushi no memoru #80s anime #transcript #fansub #memole

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