#i did end up coloring them! woooo
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Getting ready to end my Spotify subscription when it expires at the end of the month but I’m keeping the account up so here’s all of my playlists that I’ve made since I joined back in summer 2020
Downloads (the Big One)
2023:
March 2023 (v proud of the cover for this one; can’t believe I’ve been doing these for a whole year)
April 2023
May 2023
June 2023
Fourth Of July 2023 (Rowe’s Version)
august 2023
September 2023
October 2023
November 2023
December 2023
March-December 2023
2024:
January 2024 (platonic breakup season woooo)
February 2024
March 2024
The monthly playlist idea was stolen from @trenchcrows. Each playlist has as many songs as there were days in that month (except when they don’t because some of them used to have Lovejoy/Wilbur songs in them). They were my favorite/most listened to/most looped songs from each month. It was a fun project and I think that it’s cool that I can look back and figure out exactly when I got into certain songs or when certain things were happening to me. November-January was certainly A Time.
Queer Playlists:
Aspec (aro and/or ace songs)
🏳️⚧️ (trans/nb songs)
🏳️🌈 (gay gay homosexual gay)
Podcast Adjacent Playlists:
Favorite SFBO Episodes
Favorite Podcasts
Songs from Let’s Learn Everything!
Playlists For Specific Artists/Albums:
GLOOM DIVISION (new idkhow album go stream it)
We’re Not Panicking! At The Disco Anymore (by Fall Out Boy)
Everything by Jon Walker (all of the songs/bands mentioned in Everything)
Jon Walker favorites
Waterparks songs named after colors
Waterparks Songs Named After Pixar Quotes
Sparrow Sleeps
Infinity on High but it's my favorite parts (by fall out boy)
Local Dreamers (the Wait I Need to Listen to Twenty One Pilots More So They Show Up on My Wrapped playlist)
American Beauty/American Psycho, but with 9% more Demi Lovato
Razzmatazz, but with 9% more Tessa Violet
Playlists For Specific Situations:
Songs to listen to at the end of the year
Beachy
Therapy :( (Rowe is not having a good time)
Therapy :) (Rowe is not having a good time but she’s trying to be optimistic now)
✨ Seasonal Depression ✨ (Rowe is not having a good time part 3, now with more Christmas)
Christmas Songs That I Actually Like (We’re going to ignore the fact that Every Snowflake is Different isn’t technically a Christmas song ok?)
Relationships:
Breakup songs
Show Me The Door (break up songs; a playlist dedicated to my mother)
/ (love songs)
Hopeless Romantic Bittersweet Yearning (more love songs)
& (songs about friendship)
Spotify Wrapped:
Rowe’s 2020 Wrapped
Rowe’s 2021 Wrapped
Rowe’s 2022 Wrapped
Rowe’s 2023 Wrapped
Rowe’s Wrapped 2019-2023 (I had Spotify in 2019 but was using a different account at the time)
Minecraft:
Fallen Kingdom Saga
Minecraft Songs
The Minecraft Archives:
TMcA
tmca!Tommy
(The Minecraft archives was a mcyt (dsmp/Hermitcraft season 8) tma au that I was working on which I am no longer writing because of Current Events)(I also had a TMcA!Wilbur playlist but I deleted it back in February along with all of my other Lovejoy playlists because fuck Wilbur)
The Rest Of Them:
Saturday Saturday Saturday Saturday (sometimes you just wanna listen to songs with Saturday in the title; here’s a playlist for that)
Favorite Covers
Walmart Radio but it’s the songs I actually like
# (songs with numbers in the title)
Duets & features
Inside you there are two wolves (aka Fall Out Boy are liars)
Eurovision Favs
and finally,
Some Songs That Aren’t Lovejoy:
When did this happen why are there so many of them this post took like an hour to make
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March on the Temple pt 2.
Summary: While reflecting on memories of the 501st, Echo receives some disturbing news
Word Count: 4.6K
On AO3
Notes: WOOOO BABY DID THIS ONE GET AWAY FROM ME. This made me cry while writing it multiple times, so strap in for a lot of fond brotherly feels as well as post order 66 angst. Echo needs 8000 hugs, and Hunter is a good brother. Italics indicate flashbacks, all from Echo's POV. This chapter is all Echo's POV. I'm wicked proud of this one and feeling more comfortable in my writing, so I hope you all enjoy too!
Warnings: we be angsty babes. angst with a happy ending, post order 66, fond memories of the 501st, Rex is dogpiled by younglings, Ahsoka, Kix, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Appo, and Denal all make appearances, Hunter is there for his big brother
Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3
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“Echo, what does the reg manual say about loth wolves?”
Letting loose his sixth exasperated sigh since this conversation started, Echo closed his eyes with the false hope that he could block out Fives’ increasingly worrying questions.
“No animals of any kind are allowed in the barracks, Fives. Not tookas. Not loth wolves. Not eeopie. And definitely not rancor, before you even ask.”
“But hear me out,” Hardcase starts. “What if we get the general to ‘sign off’ on them? You know he barely looks at the reports before he signs them, always racing off once we land on Coruscant. No way he’d notice a petition for permission to bring a tooka on board.”
“Rex would love a tooka. He just doesn’t know it yet,” Jesse added.
The thing about the 501st, especially Hardcase, Fives, and Jesse, is that their boredom-induced plans were usually harmless. Echo could say that with 87% certainty. But that other 13% … well, the idea of bringing on a “mascot of the 501st” was being discussed longer than Echo was comfortable with.
“Fives, we’ve only been in hyperspace for a rotation. It’s too soon for you to give Rex a headache.”
“Oh come on Echo. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t ….”
The other thing about the 501st is that no matter how many times they made Echo groan, they made him smile twice as often.
Staring into the bright jungle of Saleucami, Echo found his mind wandering to his brothers and thinking of the trouble they would get into here. Hardcase alone would run Kix out of bandages no doubt thanks to the brightly colored fauna. Echo loosed a sigh and leaned his head back against the side of Su and Cut’s house. Since they fled Kamino, he’s caught himself thinking of his old squad more often than usual.Maybe it was the memories of familiarity while now in a galaxy of uncertainty that brought him comfort. Or maybe because any memories of his newest squad involved one missing member, and the betrayal Echo felt ran deeper than he wanted to acknowledge at the moment.
Fighting hard to not let his mind conjure up images of clones shooting at a Jedi padawan or, worse, a black chamber with the sounds of machines beeping out of sight, Echo reached for memories painted blue.
“Do you think they’ll let us eat in their mess hall? I heard the temple food is some of the best on Coruscant,” Kix hadn’t stopped rambling since they got the orders to meet Commander Tano at the Jedi Temple. Echo didn’t blame him. It wasn’t often non-command clones were summoned to the temple, and even though Fives and Echo walked the halls a few times before, this was Kix’s first visit. So, his energy was nothing but amusing to the other two.
“Is it even called a mess hall here? That doesn’t sound very Jedi. It’s probably called something like ‘The Nourishing Hall’ or ‘Meals of Enlightenment’,” Fives joked. “Yeah, that sounds right. ‘The Nourishing Hall – double your midi-chlorians with every meal’,” he emphasized the title with a streak of his hand through the air like he was displaying a holoboard.
“Sorry Fives, no midi-chlorian doubling meals here. And hate to break it to ya, but it’s just the cafeteria.” Commander Tano’s voice sounding next to them made all three troopers jump at the same time. They looked to their left to find the young Togruta chuckling to herself, clearly amused with her stealthy stunt. Echo whipped his head around wondering where in the Maker she came from. “Jedi stealth must be a nice trick to have,” he muttered to himself.
Once they made it to the top of the stairs, the three troopers stopped to face Ahsoka, awaiting an explanation as to why they were here, but first, she waved over a blue skinned Twi’lek waiting by the entrance. The Jedi, or Echo assumed they were a Jedi, had kind eyes and an even kinder smile – not uncommon amongst the force wielders.
“Echo and Fives, you’ll follow me as I bring you to the briefing room. But first, Kix, I’d like you to meet Jedi Master Vokara Che. She’s the head healer here at the temple,” Ahsoka explained.
Echo looked over and used every moment of his ARC training to refrain from bursting out laughing once he saw the look on Kix’s face. The 501st medic stood there with eyes wide and mouth agape, processing the presence coming toward them. Echo wasn’t familiar with the Jedi Master, but based on Kix’s reaction, he certainly was.
“Hello medic Kix. I’ve heard about the remarkable work you do on the field for your battalion, and, if you’ll allow, I’d like for you to spend time in the healing halls here over the next few rotations. I think we can learn a great deal from each other,” Jedi Master Che spoke with a sing-song voice.
Hands clasped together, the Jedi healer stood patiently as she waited to hear Kix’s response, which, to everyone’s amusement, never came as he was stuck with the same wide eyes and open mouth that formed when the healer joined them. Master Che’s smile quirked up at the corners in amusement. Not able to let their brother make a fool of himself any longer, Fives softly punched Kix’s shoulder to jolt him out of his stupor.
“Don’t mind him, ma’am. We’re still adjusting back to Coruscant time from our most recent mission, but I can speak for Kix when I say he’d be honored to learn from you,” Echo supplied for the medic.
With a bashful smile, Kix finally spoke up, “Echo’s right. It would be an honor, ma’am. Please, show me the way.”
As he was walking away, Kix gave one quick glance back at Echo and Fives with a face that only said “Can you kriffing believe this?” Echo and Fives finally let loose their amused chuckles, and with two casual salutes, the ARCs bid their brother farewell and turned to their Jedi.
“So, Commander, what do the generals have for us this time?” Fives asked.
“Rex hand picked you two for this one. It’s as big as it gets boys. You’re breaking into the Citadel,” Ahsoka informed them with a gleam in her eyes.
Echo jolted off the side of the house, breath coming in pants, needing to put his head in his hand. That was one of his favorite memories, but Echo forgot what it led up to. The gleam in Ahsoka’s eyes. Echo’s excited gasp. Fives confident smirk. Maker, if only they knew what 12 hours later was going to bring them. Was going to bring him.
Recalling the breathing exercises Tech taught him, Echo focused on bringing his heartbeat down and making the ringing in his ears stop. As he gradually recovered, he heard the footsteps of someone approaching from around the house. Based on the soft footfall, Echo knew it was Hunter. He was the softest footed of his brothers next to Crosshair, and sure enough, the sergeant rounded the corner to find Echo slumped at the waist with his elbows on his knees.
“Panic attack?” Hunter simply asked.
“Flashback. Nothing direct. I’m almost back.” Echo rattled off like it was a mission report.
“Mind some company?” Echo looked up and gave his permission with a curt nod. Hunter slotted himself in between the ARC and some feed crates which Echo assumed was to try and give him space as he brought himself back to here and now. Yet, even through the haze of his flashback, Echo didn’t could pick up on the nervous energy coming off of his sergeant. Sure, Omega was almost eaten by a nexu not an hour ago, but he didn’t think it would still contribute to Hunter being this on edge.
“Memories of your old squad usually help, don’t they?” Hunter’s gruff voice broke through Echo’s thoughts, and he looked up with a confused look that had the sergeant chuckling, subtly tapping his ear as if to say, “Enhanced senses, remember?”
“I’d hear you sometimes during your recovery sessions with Tech. Especially during the tougher ones. You’d resort to telling stories of the 501st. I think Tech realized this too. He started to prompt you when he noticed you having a tough time,” Hunter explained. Echo wanted to be surprised, but all Hunter’s observation did was wash a calm wave over his frayed nerves. Typical of his brothers to distract him from the horrors of war even when they weren’t on the same planet – or alive.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as his heart beat finally calmed to a steady beat. Soft rays from the late afternoon sun started creeping around the corner of the house and draped the two in a warm haze. Echo was starting to relax from his episode, but he noticed that Hunter was as stiff as if they were standing at attention on Kamino. Unable to handle the anxiety any longer, Echo spoke up, “Something on your mind, Hunter?”
Echo was expecting Hunter to blink out of his stupor. Maybe jolt his head in Echo’s direction as if he had been lost in thought and forgot the trooper was next to him. What he didn’t expect was for Hunter to let out a deep sigh and close his eyes as if he was struggling to find his next words. Quiet settled over them as Echo waited for him to choose when he was ready to speak. With one more drawn out breath, Hunter finally spoke.
“Have you seen any of the reports coming out of Coruscant?”
Echo’s eyebrows furrowed at the random nature of Hunter’s question.
“We haven’t exactly had a lot of time to take a Holonews break, Hunter.”
“Humor me.”
“No, I haven’t sought out any reports. If I’m being honest, I figured Tech would take on that responsibility and report anything of note,” Echo answered. Seeing Hunter continue to be wound tight caused Echo himself to stiffen. He’d never seen Hunter like this, even with everything that just occurred.
“What’s going on Hunter? Why should I care about imperial reports?”
At last, Hunter’s eyes met his. “Tech was scanning through records and reports during the trip here when he stumbled across something.” Hunter reached across his body, and that’s when Echo noticed a datapad dangling from his belt. Unclipping it, Hunter brought it in front of him and activated it. “It’s an imperial article detailing the attack on the Jedi temple. Would uh, would you like to read it?” He grimaced when he asked. If this exchange wasn’t clouded with nervous energy, Echo probably would have laughed at the sergeant’s attempts to be casual about something that was clearly the opposite.
“Hunter.” The sergeant grimaced again. “Just tell me what’s going on before you make yourself implode.” That earned Echo an amused huff.
“Turns out, the clones didn’t just turn on the Jedi in the field. A clone battalion marched on the temple in Coruscant and wiped the place clean. Tech theorizes that the number of Jedi scattered across fronts at the time was deliberate so the temple was vulnerable. According to Tech, the majority of those in the temple at the time were…”
“Younglings,” Echo finished for him. As he was taking in Hunter’s words, he cast his eyes to the ground finding the Saleucami dirt comforting.
“Yeah, younglings,” Hunter confirmed. Echo felt him angle his body against the house facing him now.
“Why are you telling me this? You’ve sought me out, made sure we’re alone and out of earshot. Why isn’t this something the squad is being briefed on? And why are you grimacing more and more with each of my questions? Hunter, what the kriff are you trying to tell me?”
Echo’s voice started low and puzzled, but it rose with each statement. He managed to keep it to a harsh whisper since clearly Hunter wanted to make sure they had privacy, but his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to puzzle together what could possibly warrant this serious of a conversation. Thankfully, Hunter didn’t make him wait long.
“Echo, I’m sorry to have to tell you this. The clone battalion that marched on the temple? It was the 501st.”
Echo went still. He saw Hunter keep talking, but his ears were static as he processed the last sentence. “It was the 501st.”
When Echo watched the clones shoot down General Billaba, he’d accepted right then and there that he was going to have to process a lot of things that didn’t make sense to him in the coming future. He was proven right as he listened to the new emperor’s speech, as he saw Tarkin oversee clone evaluations, and as he saw Crosshair wearing all black armor. All of that he saw, he processed, and he adapted. It’s what ARC troopers did. But this? “It was the 501st”.
That one statement kept ringing in his head, refusing to be processed.
“Echo? Echo! Talk to me here,” Hunter’s worried voice broke through the static. Looking around him, Echo realized he’d gone from leaning against Cut and Su’s house to sitting on the ground with his knees in his chest, head held in his one hand. He didn’t remember sliding down nor Hunter coming down with him, putting an arm around his shoulder and giving it soft pats attempting to ground him.
Still feeling like he didn’t have complete control back in his limbs, Echo turned his head to look at Hunter. “That’s not possible, Hunter. Of all the battalions, no. It’s not possible.”
Hunter’s face softened as he took in Echo’s desperate eyes. He knew the look well – it was the same look he wore when he watched Crosshair walk into the hangar on Kamino. Desperate that what his eyes were seeing was a sick trick his exhausted mind was playing on him. He saw Echo struggling the same way as he let the news sink in.
“I know Echo, I know. I’m sorry.” It was all Hunter could come up with for now.
“They – they were there for the rescue. When the Chancellor was taken by Dooku. I spoke with Rex on the way to Kaller. He explained he, Jesse, and half the 501st were going to Mandalore while the other half stayed with Skywalker to go to Coruscant. I remember being envious he was getting to go fight with real mandalorians.” An amused huff passed Echo’s lips.
“The other battalions – they – there were on the fronts. It would’ve left just the Corrie Guard and the 501st.” His head thumped against the side of the house again. “But Hunter, Rex and Jesse were both on Mandalore. Who led the attack on the temple?” There was no one else left to lead. Everyone who would’ve been in command were sent with Rex. Even Commander Tano’s short return sent her to the warrior planet, and Echo admittedly wasn’t entirely up to date on the latest command structure of the 501st, but he was sure no one was left on Coruscant to…
Echo’s head snapped up, and he fought with everything he had to not hurl his lunch right there between his legs. “Hunter. Who led the attack? Who led the battalion into the temple?” Echo asked the questions so quietly that Hunter had to rely on his enhanced hearing to hear them.
“I think you know, Echo.”
“Say it.”
Echo felt more than heard the deep sigh Hunter let loose. “The article says the troops were led by General Skywalker,” Hunter finally admitted.
In war, you go through a lot of breaking points. They can be random, patterned, frequent, or rare. But every trooper has at least one story of when they finally felt it all cave in – the taxing missions, the losses, the anti-clone idealists, the deaths. The clones’ engineered adaptability could usually keep these episodes short, but that didn’t erase the mental scarring each one left. As an ARC trooper, Echo received additional mental simulations since it was assumed they’d see more gruesome realities. But right now, all of the mental simulations and breathing exercises in the galaxy couldn’t keep Echo upright.
It happened in slow motion. Hunter watched as Echo processed this last piece. First, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion like Hunter just spoke Huttese. Then, his eyes widened in shock when the words took meaning. Next, his pupils flared with anger like this was a tasteless prank Hunter was trying to pull. But when Hunter didn’t flinch and kept his face passive, Echo’s eyes showed a half second of acceptance before pooling with tears. In one last attempt to keep his emotions in check, Echo closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breaths. And then he crumbled.
The mental and physical exhaustion of the last 48 hours settled in, and Echo let this final hit tip him over the mental brink he’d been teetering over. The tears sprang quickly, and it didn’t take long for his body to be wracked with heavy sobs. As the world turned blurry, Echo found himself thinking one thing, “Thank the Maker Rex wasn’t there. Thank the Maker he doesn’t have to live with that nightmare on his conscience.”
The hangar of the Resolute was bustling as troopers loaded the last of the supplies. This was going to be one of their quicker relief missions, and the offload should only take an hour, tops. As the last troopers were loading into the LAAT/is ready to head down to the surface, Echo hopped up next to Rex.
“Fives make it on?” Rex asked him.
“And miss the opportunity to be revered like a hero? You know better than that, Rex,” Echo smirked at the captain as he gave an eye roll before putting his helmet on. Rex tried, but he was terrible at hiding his soft spot for the rambunctious ARC trooper.
“Listen up troopers, this is a simple offload and base rebuild. We’ll set the survivors up with basic medical, food, and communication capabilities. If time allows, we’ll assist with rebuilds of the school and main housing sector. Denal, you’ll take R2 and make sure their mainframe is online. Kix, you’ll head the medical setup. I’ll dole out the rest of duties on the ground. Understood?”
“Sir, yes sir,” answered in unison. Instead of relaxing though, all of the troopers on their ship, including Echo, remained at attention. Rex smirked to himself knowing what they were waiting for.
“Once your duties are complete, you have permission to free time,” he informed them. Soft whoops filled the LAAT/i. These types of relief missions were Echo’s favorites. Most of the time, they would unload the supplies, set up the required facilities, and then have to ship off to the next battle or war-torn zone. Occasionally though, they had a sliver of time where they could forget they were soldiers and just be.
2 hours later, Echo and Jesse had the common kitchen fully functioning, and they were now helping a group of clones and locals build shelter structures. The locals of this settlement on Haruun Kal were enthusiastic to receive the supplies and help from the clones. Pausing his hammering for a breather, Echo heard a commotion rise up behind him. Glancing in the direction of the noise, he found the source with ease.
Fives, Hardcase, and Appo were surrounded by a group of 12 younglings who were shouting questions at the clones. It didn’t take long for Echo to spot the holoball in Hardcase’s hand, and that answered nearly all of Echo’s questions. Gently, he nudges Jesse next to him.
“Looks like the boys are trying to get a holoball game going with the younglings. Wager on how quickly Fives gets knocked on his sheb?”
“Oh Maker no! They don’t think they’re playing without me!” Jesse exclaims before putting his hammer down and running over. Echo looked around and saw that the structure was complete, so he put his hammer back in the toolbox and wandered over to the group.
“What’s a holoball?”
“Do we have to run with it?”
“Does your armor give you super strength?”
“You’re twice as big as us! That’s not fair!”
“Can I hold your blaster?”
“Are you actually brothers?”
“Have you ever held a lightsaber?”
“Why do you have a tattoo on your face?”
“Ok ok! One question at a time. My brother here is going to explain the rules. Then, if you have any other questions about holoball, and holoball only, we’ll answer them before getting the game started!” Fives attempted to focus the younglings.
When more than 5 seconds of silence passed, Appo got started on explaining the game. Leaning against some crates off to the side, Echo felt a smile crossing his lips observing the younglings listening as if Appo was explaining how to obtain unlimited sweets. A moment later, he felt a presence come up beside him and settle on the crate next to him. Turning his head, Echo noticed Rex observing the scene.
“Holoball, huh? Nice touch. Hopefully, they know what they’re getting into,” Rex hummed. Echo noted Rex’s jaig eyes looking at him from his knee, and he appreciated that this is the most relaxed he thinks he’s ever seen his captain.
“Jesse and I think the younglings are going to run circles around Fives.”
Rex chuckled, “I don’t doubt that for a second. Fives is a skilled trooper, but he’s not the most athletic.”
“Hey Echo, we’re down a player! Wanna hop in?” Hardcase interrupted them from the makeshift field.
"I'm good Hardcase, just want to watch.” Then Echo tilted his head to the side. “What about you Captain? Wanna show them how it’s done?”
Echo was sure the look Rex gave him would skewer a rancor.
“Oh please please please Mr. Captain sir! You can be on our team!” A little girl with curly brown hair and big brown eyes looked up at Rex begging him to join. Echo had to keep his laugh in as he witnessed the stoic captain of the 501st melt directly under the youngling’s gaze. It was a similar tactic Echo saw Commander Tano use against the captain, and it appeared Rex was defenseless against it no matter the being.
“Yeah, Captain! Do it for the younglings!” Fives added with a cheeky grin. Rex shot him a quick glare, but he immediately softened again when he looked back down at the little girl.
“Ok cyar’ika, I’ll play.” The younglings erupted as Rex walked over.
To Echo’s glee, and Fives, Hardcase, and Appo’s horror, Rex turned out to be one heck of a holoball player. His team of younglings stood with rapt attention every time Rex kneeled down to draw up their next play. It was clear Rex’s leadership skills weren’t only for the battlefield because every play the younglings executed flawlessly, and soon they were leaving the other team in the dust.
Eventually, Fives gave the order to take down Rex with any means possible. Next thing they knew, Rex has carrying the holoball down the field along with 3 younglings hanging onto his arms and legs trying to take him down. At the last second, Rex was able to pass off to a young girl, but he wasn’t quick enough to stop himself from being tackled to the ground. Instead of stopping the little girl, the rest of the younglings decided this was the perfect time to take the 501st captain out.
Echo couldn’t believe his eyes. 4 younglings were piled on top of Rex tickling him, and Rex was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. Seeing the effective strategy, the other younglings turned on Appo, Fives, and Hardcase and managed to take 2 of the 3 down. So there in front of him was the captain of the 501st, an ARC trooper, and Hardcase on the ground being tickled by younglings. Echo looked over at Appo and Jesse, and after a couple shocked seconds, the three of them were doubled over in laughter. They soon found this to be a grave mistake though, because Rex had managed to gain control of the situation again and rallied the younglings to take down the remaining troopers.
Hours later, back in the mess hall of the Resolute, many were gathered around to hear the story of the great holoball tournament of Haruun Kal. Many parts of the story were going to go down in 501st history if Fives had anything to do with it, but the legend of Captain Rex crying from laughter under a pile of younglings was already Echo’s favorite.
A gentle arm circled around Echo’s shoulders, bringing him back to the present. He felt Hunter give him a gentle nudge in his direction. A simple gesture saying, “I’m here. You’re not going through this alone. Use me if you need to.” If Echo had the energy, he’d take Hunter up on his offer, but his body was exhausted and all he could manage was occasionally wiping the tears from his eyes as he huddled over his knees. Always the leader, Hunter remained at his side allowing Echo whatever space he needed to work through the news.
“Do the others know?” Echo managed to ask when his sobs started to quiet down.
“Only Tech. He came directly to me, but it’s your play going forward.”
After what felt like an hour but was more likely a few minutes, Echo was able to even his breathing and lift his head up from his hand. Tilting his head up to the late evening sun, he let the final tendrils of shock and sorrow work their way out of his system. At last, he felt like he could take a full breath again.
“Thanks Hunter. I imagine that wasn’t an easy one.”
“Certainly wasn’t one of our training simulations, that’s for sure,” Hunter chuckled under his breath. Even Echo found it in himself to crack a small smile.
“Well, thanks for telling me. And for staying with me. That w-that was a hard one to process. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to remain here a little longer while I finish collecting myself.”
“Of course, Echo. I know you’ve only been with us a couple months, and everything’s kind of flipped upside down right now, but you’re one of us and whatever you need, we’ll be right here to help you.” Hunter placed a gentle hand on Echo’s shoulder as he spoke, and when he was done, he gave him a soft squeeze before standing up and heading back inside the house.
The sun was making its final descent behind the horizon giving Echo a sense of relief that this day was done. With a slight wobble in his knees, he stood himself up using the side paneling as support. Process and adapt – that’s all he could do. Taking each day one at a time. Feeling his body relax as he accepted this new galaxy, Echo gave a final glance at the sky. A deep, familiar blue blanketed the quiet farm as if it was trying to reach and wrap around him. A thought from earlier popped into his mind – even when gone, the 501st were there to help him see the next day.
Sensing that the peace and quiet had lasted long enough, the galaxy jolted Echo back into reality when he heard the front door slam and Hunter’s voice following. “Tech! Getting our ship impounded is not my idea of a solution!”
Gifting himself one final moment of quiet, Echo readied himself for the next unforgettable memory his newest brothers have no doubt gotten themselves into.
#star wars#the bad batch#the clone wars#echo#arc trooper echo#the bad batch echo#hunter#the bad batch hunter#arc trooper fives#echo needs a giant hug#captain rex
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YANDERE (IN SOME PARTS) SANGUE NERO (OC) x Reader/S/O bits
S/O is female in some of these and uses she/her pronouns in some, but there’s also ones for males
TW: mention of dicks, pussy and gay, woooo
Dark Themes (Gore, Blood, etc) as Sangue is a gangstar
Created on a thought lol
SANGUE NERO (YANDERE)
YANDERE ALPHABET
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Extremely intense once she has you right where she wants you. At the start of her obsession, expect gifts with a note with fancy handwriting (‘Morning, Gorgeous’ , ‘Hi, love. You’ve been working so, so hard, have this gift.’ , etc) like chocolate, sweets, etc. But as the weeks pass by, the gifts get more… gruesome to say the least. Use your imagination.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Oh, so, so messy. As I mentioned before; she works for the Italian mafia. She’s not afraid to get her hands dirty.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
She wouldn’t mock you stereotypically I guess per say, just ask how you think your family and friends are doing.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Not much, but Sangue likes the taste of blood. It’s what she’s named after, after all. She’ll dig a knife into her darling’s skin and lick the blood.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
On a scale of one to ten, a 4 on vulnerability. As much as she loves you, she can’t let her guard down so easily.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Betrayed. Awful. She’ll break your arm and patch you up, so you can’t escape for a while. Sangue will gaslight you, asking why you did it and how terrible you’ve made her feel and ask if you enjoy it.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Semi-is a game to her. When the darling thinks that she’s gone out through the back door, when really Sangue hasn’t, she semi-enjoys watching you trying to escape and drags you to the bedroom to suck on darling’s dick or pussy.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
“Oh, sweet, dear (s/o), you tried to escape right under my nose, hm?” Torture. Simple word, torture. If you tried to escape in a way she really doesn’t like (example: while she’s busy talking to her teammates on the phone)
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
A family. Either adoption (for all you females and infertile males, don’t worry nothing to be ashamed of 💋) or …biologically. (Males)
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Despite her “cold emo boss facade”, she gets jealous quite easily. She especially doesn’t like you talking to any friends she deems ‘too close’, sorry but your never seeing them again. Expect a breaking news about their death the very next few hours.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Only God knows how many kisses she gives you on the daily. You tried counting once and ended up at in the 3 digits.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Dunno what do for this.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Maybe, maybe not. Figure it out yourself~
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Spanking, Choking, Need I say more?
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Right to see:
Family, Friends (If they’re misbehaving)
Gone
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Quite patient if they behave.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Ha, not in a million years… unless she finds somebody else.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
No.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Life, man, life.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Wipe away the tears if able.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
I don’t think so. Idk—
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
She loves blood and calls her dad for two hours every Saturday, it’s not entirely impossible to escape for a little while. But again, she works for Passione. You’ll most likely be found before you can even escape the city.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Out of love.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Almost any length.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Four weeks.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Maybe.
NSFW ALPHABET
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Lots of cuddles, a glass of water and kisses.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Sangue’s favourite part of her body is her hands, no she doesn’t have a hand kink… probably. Her favourite part of her partner’s body is their lips.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Male S/O:
Likes to lick up the semen from their cock.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Likes blood being involved. Neck biting hard enough to draw blood stuff like that
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
She knows extremely well what she’s doing and is experienced.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Male:
Mating press
Female:
Idk just any?
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Very serious. If your extremely dear to her, she’ll allow a joke or two.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
The carpet indeed matches the drapes. Almost no hair down there.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very lovey-dovey no matter the gender.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Masturbates every week or so.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Spanking or being spanked, daddy/mommy kink, choking or being choked.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom, alley, kitchen.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
DILFS, chubby girls and guys (loves the thighs), somebody a bit shorter than her (she’s 7’5 okay? Not many people are that height)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nasty bathroom stuff.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Pretty skilled at giving, likes her pussy licked every few weeks.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Idk.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
They think quickies are okay every few weeks.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
She’s pretty vanilla I guess, she likes to take risks sometimes.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
The longest she’s gone for is 12 rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
She owns a few vibrators and dildos. She buys a few fleshlights for her male and trans s/o when they can’t if you/they (if you aren’t of that gender) ask. Uses the vibrators on female and male s/o and uses the dildos on female if they want her to, and male if they ask.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Likes being teased and likes teasing.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Pretty loud for their s/o, however for a one night stand she’s pretty quiet.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
She got caught by her dad fucking her boyfriend in her bedroom during her teen years.
“Sangue, what the duck” was all Risotto could say.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Pretty big chest and a medium sized ass with thicc thighs. They’re strong enough to crush a watermelon lol (she’s killed a few people using this method)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I’m not sure if she ever sleeps, tbh.
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A/N: Woooo a long one! The idea has been on a stick note for three months and it’s finally here 🤧 It was a very fun one to write! I hope you enjoy it & let me know your thoughts! Ahh! 💥🥰💗
Summary: You’re a ghostwriter for a famous singer and Shawn is head over heels in love with the singer who he thinks writes her own music…But little does he know it’s you.
MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂
Warnings: Few swear words
WC: 13.7K // Angst & Fluff
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You sat on the edge of your seat, legs crossed, as you stared intently at the “famed” singer-songwriter who was reading over your lyrics. She shuffled papers back and forth either humming in distaste when she didn’t like a particular lyric, or slamming a lyric sheet down on the table for a song she wanted to keep.
This was the third album cycle you had done this for her––writing songs and pitching them for her to sing. All while you sat in the background and collected royalties off the copyright you owned.
When you were sixteen, you wrote a song that circulated around a publishing company, and she––Zilla––did whatever she could to have the song be put on hold for her. She was a newer artist, but you heard whispers that she bought out Kacey Musgraves in order to record your song.
It started with one song as a work for hire, which grew to an EP where you had copyright ownership, and then to a full album…Which led you to sign a contract with her management team as her ghostwriter.
You remember it clear as day––you in their office, with your own entertainment lawyer, as Zilla and her manager slid an NDA across the table. You remember the manager trying their best to not outright say that Zilla wasn’t talented in songwriting––She just spends so much time making sure her vocals are perfect that she doesn’t have time to write and everyone wants personal songs nowadays.
Zilla’s real name was Willow––but in order to keep the artist name the same as the songwriting credits––she picked a stage name. So, her stage name was just Zilla, and your songwriting credit would be listed as Zilla Greene.
While the public knew that Zilla was a stage name for Willow, they thought that she also wrote her own songs under the pseudonym Zilla Greene…But nobody knew how far from the truth that was.
The sound of papers slamming down on a wooden table snapped you out from your daydream, “None of these work,” Zilla leaned back on the couch and crossed her arms over her chest, “I want to change my sound.”
You had spent months crafting the songs in front of her. Carefully crafted rhyme schemes, imagery that was similar to the second album you wrote for her that won her three Grammys, it had an even mix of upbeat songs and ballads…And she didn’t want any of them.
Your mouth dropped, “But what––You want––Why?”
Zilla shrugged her shoulders and picked at her nails, “The last album was so…Pop,” she cringed, “Too colorful. I need to change it up––Keep listeners on their toes––I’m seeing this album aesthetic as more black and white.”
You picked up your little notebook and scribbled down aesthetics and moods she wanted to match. With each sentence she rattled off, you wrote down key words––songs that connect in a story, feeling lost, black and white, heartbreak––a bit of your soul crumbled as you saw the songs you worked so hard on lay abandoned on the table without a second thought.
“Give me an album that gives me a perfect score on Pitchfork.”
The pen you frivolously scribbled down ideas on dropped from your hand, “That’s––I can’t control Pitchfork!”
Zilla rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Then you better write a damn good album.”
“But you––Red!” You shouted out to grab her attention as you saw her packing up her bag, “That’s a nine. Literally one point away from a perfect score.”
Hiking her back over her shoulder, Zilla flicked her perfect loose curls over her shoulder, “Red was a good debut album, 1989 was a good Grammy album, I need something great.”
And with that, the “famed” singer-songwriter walked out of the room. The clacks of her heels were as loud as the sound of your heart shattering as you continued to stare at the songs on the table…That’ll never have the chance to see the daylight.
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It was a new day and the sun shining through your half-opened window as the thin white curtains softly blew with the breeze. You were sat crossed legged on the floor in a little corner of your apartment that you claimed as your “writing room.” It wasn’t much of a room––because you literally sat on the floor––but it was where you wrote the best.
You sat in the corner, right under the window, on a small pink and teal woven rug, with a few throw pillows, and lyric sheets scattered all over the floor.
How were you supposed to create a whole new album when you had a perfect album already written?
With your head buried in your hands, you were at standstill, never having writer's block hit you this hard. You had songs already written––An album that was hopefully a 7 on Pitchfork’s scale––but it wasn’t good enough for her.
Nothing seemed to be good enough for her.
Your phone dinged with an email and you read the preview that it was just a Google Alert for Zilla. You ignored the notification, not wanting to think about how angry you already were at her…even though you were currently writing for her.
A melody slowly came into your mind as you started humming into a voice note. But it was quickly cut off short when you heard the stomps of Mia––your roommate––come running from the kitchen to where you were.
“Did you see this interview?”
You raised an eyebrow at her and directed your eyes to the strewn papers on the floor, “I’m a little busy?”
She waved you off and couldn’t stop smiling, “Shawn Mendes is like in love with you.”
The phone dropped from your hands, and you cringed because you knew that was going to sound horrendous when you played back the voice note. But that wasn’t what was on your mind.
“What?!”
Mia nodded at your shocked reaction, but then backed up with her explanation, “Well, not you––Zilla,” she made a little throw up noise, “But he loves your songwriting.”
“How––”
Mia shoved her phone into your face and you saw a paused YouTube video. In the video you saw Shawn Mendes sitting on a chair, holding a white poster board, as he was in the middle of ripping a paper off. He was doing a Wired Autocomplete Interview. You skeptically looked up at Mia, and she gestured with her hands for you to hit play.
So you hit play and immediately cringed at the sound of his nails coming in contact with the poster board as he ripped off the blocking.
“Did Shawn Mendes write a song on Zilla’s last album?” Shawn let out a small laugh as he shook his head, “I wish she would write a song for me.” His smile only seemed to grow as he continued talking about her, “She posted an acoustic clip of this new song she was working on––I’m hoping it’s on her new album.”
You felt a flutter of butterflies swarm your stomach because you knew exactly what song he was talking about. It was the chorus to a song called Cardigan, the first song that Zilla hadn’t turned down for the new album.
The video Zilla posted on her Instagram was dimly lit as she sat on the ground with her guitar. And while she frustrated you to no end…You couldn’t deny that she had a beautiful voice.
And apparently Shawn Mendes thought so too.
“Ever since her self-titled EP, I’ve been obsessed with her,” at Shawn’s words you looked up at Mia who mirrored your smile, “There’s just something so personal about her songs and I…” he looked down at his shoes before looking back up at the camera, “I’m fangirling, but I really admire her songwriting. I hope to write with her one day.”
He went to rip off the next question, but you paused the video, not wanting to hear the scraping sound again.
With the phone slightly shaking in your hands, you slowly picked your head up to look at Mia with a wide smile, “Oh my God.”
Mia nodded excitedly and jumped around in a circle, “Shawn Mendes likes––no loves––your songwriting! He’s so in love with you––He wants to write songs with you––He––”
You started to feel an overwhelming sense of pride as a jolt of joy was sent from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Shawn Mendes––an artist that you admired for his work ethic––admitted to fangirling over your songwriting.
You were about to get up and dance around with Mia because it felt like a celebration, but with one look at the lyric sheets scattered on the floor…Your excitement slowly diminished. Because all of these songs––all of your feelings, your poetry, your deepest regrets and highest of loves––were going to her.
Zilla got the credit for your art.
People told Zilla that she inspired them to write songs.
And Shawn admired what he thought was Zilla’s songwriting.
You picked up the pen and twirled it around your fingers, clenching your jaw, as you casted a regretful look at the songs on the floor…They were your pride and joy, even the ones you didn’t like very much, because each song took a little bit of your soul and was then shared with the world.
“He’s in love with Zilla’s writing,” you sucked in a deep breath, “Not mine.”
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Instead of your safe writing spot at your apartment, you were in the studio for a change. Since the only people who knew about Zilla’s secret were you, Mia, your lawyer, her manager, and Zilla herself…The record label still booked sessions for Zilla to write. So you found yourself in the studio a few times a month whenever it came time to write her a new album.
“How’s the album?”
You had been writing for hours and felt so exhausted that you should’ve been surprised when you didn’t hear a door open. But you were absolutely dreading this album writing process, you were creating emotions––trying to draw from real experience––but nothing was working.
You stretched your arms over your head, squinting an eye when you heard your back crack, and looked up at Zilla with tired eyes, “I have a few songs.”
Her mouth dropped, not liking the progress you were making, “A few?”
“It’s been two and a half months since you said you wanted a whole genre switch,” You snapped at her, “You’re going from pop to some sort of folk alternative––”
Zilla scoffed, “You did this before. Red was country and 1989 was pop. This shouldn’t be a problem.”
The two of you were in a glaring match as you set your pen down, “You demanded a seventeen song album––Do you know how hard that is with the soft deadline Columbia gave you?”
“You had songs written before––”
“Then why didn’t you take those songs?” It was a genuine question, but also a question you knew the answer to. And you were right when she spurted something off about wanting to change up her sound.
“People love me because I’m not predictable,” Zilla walked over to where you were sitting and picked up a lyric sheet, humming in approval before letting it slowly fall to the ground, “And the songs you wrote before weren’t good enough.”
“What do you mean––”
“It’s just writing a few songs,” Zilla huffed out, “I don’t see how you can’t do that between now and the soft release date.”
You closed your eyes and let your head fall on the back of the couch cushion. You brought your hands up to rub the inside corners of your eyes, “You want a heartbreak album––I’m not in that headspace and you also need to record the songs.”
You opened your eyes and immediately glared, “Do you remember how Rob Stringer nearly flipped because I still had to finish writing Clean but you lied and said it was just the backing vocals that needed to be done?”
As much as Zilla wanted to refute you, she knew she had no place, because what you said was absolutely true. That was not a fun phone call to be a part of with the C.E.O. of Sony Music––even if you were on mute.
“It won him Album of the Year at the Grammys,” Zilla said in an unsympathetic voice, “And this album is going to be better than that.”
You let out a very loud and exasperated sigh, “That won’t cut it this time around! At least I had some inspiration for that album, because I have none––”
“You’re crazy,” Zilla narrowed her eyes, “Just find a random person and have them break your heart.” You had your mouth open for a rebuttal to tell her that that’s not how songwriting worked, but she picked a piece of lint off her sweater, “You’re pretty…enough.”
You squeezed your eyes tight as you felt yourself begin to seethe at her. You started to feel a slight pain in your jaw with how hard your teeth were clenched together, but your eyes were still shut as you tried to simmer your anger, as your voice came out dangerously low, “Out.”
“You can’t kick me out!” Zilla laughed and you opened your eyes to look at the woman who had no respect for your artistry…Even though you were the one to give her a career in the first place, “I’m paying for your studio time.”
“No, technically,” you glared over her shoulder at the door, “Columbia is paying for the studio.”
Zilla huffed as she crossed her stiff arms over her chest, “No need to get so angry––”
You felt yourself becoming more angry at her presence. Her presence was driving you insane and you knew that she was being a nuisance on purpose––poking you like a bear until she got her desired reaction out of you.
“Out!”
She looked at you with shock written all over her face. You were never one to raise your voice at anyone, and you always bent over backwards to comply with whatever Zilla wanted. But not now. You only felt angry and crazy in her presence, and those feelings only intensified in you when she pointed out how crazy and angry you were acting.
Zilla left––you don’t know if it was after you screamed at her or if she stayed for a few moments longer––because for the first time in writing this album for her…You felt inspiration for a song hit.
You heard the light piano keys first, humming the pitch in your head, as the light sound of finger picking on a guitar creeped into the back of your mind. Fresh off your argument with Zilla, the chorus of the song came first. You channeled your anger into inspiration as your hand gripped the pen until your knuckles hurt.
You don’t know how long you were writing the song for, but it was almost finished––I’m taking my time––Oh, how you wished you could take your time with this album––Taking my time––Well, maybe you will take your time with this album and get her in trouble with all of her deadlines, even though it would technically be breaking your contract too––Because you took everything from me.
She took your songs away from you.
“Oh, Sorry I––I might be in the wrong room?”
You dropped your pen and slammed your writing journal closed because no one was supposed to be in this room. With eyes wide, your heart stopped, because there were papers all around the room of potential songs for Zilla’s album.
Lifting your wrist to look at your watch, you saw that you were eleven minutes past your allotted amount of time Columbia reserved. Immediately, you scrambled to get off the couch as fast as possible, crunching your lyric sheets in the process.
You shook your head, still not looking up at the person because you wanted to make sure all of the songs were in your possession, “You’re probably in the right room. I––I’ve stayed past my time just a little and I––This is most likely definitely your room––”
“Wasn’t Zilla in here before?”
You froze and gripped the song sheet that you were currently stuffing in your bag.
Shit.
Slowly, you took a deep breath, and looked up at the person who had the room reserved after you. And your already wide eyes doubled in size when you saw that it was Shawn Mendes standing in front of you. The guy you saw on Mia’s cracked iPhone screen a few months ago––fangirling over songs you wrote.
His knuckles were white as he gripped his guitar case––in what you assumed to be excited nerves––as his head darted around the small studio space, hoping to catch a glimpse of the singer-songwriter.
“Oh, yeah she––She was done like forty minutes ago,” you spewed out a lie, “And then she let me use her remaining time.”
Shawn’s shoulders sunk in disappointment, and his smile faltered just a tad, undoubtedly disappointed that he missed his chance to meet a songwriter he admired. But little did he know that songwriter he actually admired was standing right in front of him.
You never wanted to be in the spotlight, never liked having attention on you, and it’s part of the reason why you agreed to work as Zilla’s ghostwriter. But with how her career took off, her songs––your stories––were gaining much more recognition than you ever thought. And it was times like these that you wished you could tell someone––other than your roommate––that they were your songs.
“So…” Shawn rocked on his feet a few times, quickly breaking eye contact with you to look at the remaining papers on the ground, “Are you friends with her?”
You nodded your head as you bent down to pick up the remaining songs, stuffing them deep in your bag, “We’re like––Uh––Yeah, pretty good friends.”
How else were you supposed to describe your business relationship with her? In the beginning, you hoped it would be more of a collaborative experience––Zilla telling you stories about her that you could write into songs––but that wasn’t the case.
She didn’t want to do any work besides reap the benefits of traveling the world and having millions of people adore her.
He ran his free hand through his curls, following your every move of cleaning up your mess, “Do you sing?”
His question caught you off guard, “Pardon?”
Shawn let out a small laugh and gestured to the recording studio the two of you were in, “Are you a musician?”
You immediately shook your head, “Oh no, I’m––I write.”
“Ah, a songwriter,” Shawn softly smiled in appreciation as he went to set his guitar down by the other couch in the room, “Without people like you, us singers would be useless.”
“You write your own stuff. Not many people do that anymore,” you rolled your eyes at his compliment, “That’s a redeeming quality.”
Shawn shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah, I…I do write my own stuff. With some help obviously, but it’s rare to find that nowadays.” You nodded in understanding as the two of you stood in silence. He slipped his hands into the front pockets of his blue jeans as a smile lit up his face, “Except for Zilla. Now she…Wow,” he whistled low, “She’s a once in a lifetime artist.”
You felt your throat tighten up.
“Yeah, that’s…” You let out a fake laugh as you bit the inside of your cheek, “That’s one way to put it.”
Shawn eagerly nodded as he continued to talk about your least favorite topic, “Her words––Her experiences––It’s all so personal. Sometimes I feel like I’m eavesdropping or reading her diary,” He plopped down on a black rolling chair and his smile grew wider, “Now she’s someone I respect.”
And while you knew he was complimenting your work, he didn’t know it. The person who he thought he respected so much was in the music industry for all the wrong reasons. The person he thought so highly sent you a text on the day she got her first Billboard number one––a song that you wrote––and demanded a new song in a few weeks time all while she popped open a bottle of champagne on her Instagram.
You nodded your head, knowing that if you said something, it wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear.
“I’ll let you get to work,” you picked up your journal from the couch cushion and slipped it in your bag, “I’ve taken up enough of your time.”
You turned to walk out the door but Shawn’s voice called you back, “Hey––You, um…I think this is yours?”
Turning around, you saw Shawn looking down at a familiar white piece of paper with words scratched out and arrows changing up verses, “This is…This is really good…” he looked up at you, “I didn’t catch your name?”
“Y/n,” you rushed out as you snatched the paper out of his hold.
Shawn nodded his head and stood up from the chair, leaning over your shoulder to continue reading the lyrics, “Centennial park…” he scratched his chin, “Nashville?”
You folded the paper in half, shielding your story from his eyes, as you lied, “Different park.”
Still stuck on the song, your mouth dropped as Shawn yanked the piece of paper out of your hands, opening it back up to skim over, “Maybe in the bridge––The last line…” you reached out to grab your paper from him, but he held it over his head, tilting his head back so he could still read the lyrics, “Change string to thread? Change up the lyrics like you did with the chords.”
Once he got his thought out, he lowered the piece of music and you grabbed it back, glaring at him as you stuffed it deep into your bag, “These aren’t mine,” you said bitterly, because while they were your words, they would eventually belong to Zilla, “They’re Zilla’s. So I’ll let her know.”
Shawn’s eyes bugged out of his head, mouth wide open in shock, “You––You have her lyric sheets?!” His eyes quickly darted down to your bag. You pulled your bag closer to your side out of protection, “The things I would do to have whatever job you have. I mean––To be able to read her songs before they’re out? That’s––I will literally trade places for a day with you.”
You let out a weak laugh, wishing that you got out of the studio on time, “I’m sure your job pays much better than being her…assistant.”
Shawn’s eyes glistened with excitement, “You’re her friend, assistant, and you get to read her songs?” Shawn ducked his head as he let out a chuckle, “I’d do anything to be you for a day.”
You pulled your eyebrows together, but tried to keep your face neutral, “I’m sure you wouldn’t.” But his smile only widened as he daydreamed about being so close to someone you thought was cousins with the devil, “I should really get going.”
Shawn nodded in understanding but called your name out, “Y/n––I don’t know if this is too forward, but…I mean––You don’t have to do it––But could you give Zilla my number?” He didn’t get a chance to look at how everything about your appearance dropped.
You were stunned as your mouth hung open, your eyes drooped in sadness, shoulders deflated…But he couldn’t visibly see the weight that you felt like was dropped in your stomach. He picked up a pen you left on the table and scribbled his number on a sticky note and you couldn’t remember a time where you felt so defeated.
He tore the sticky note off the pad and handed it over to you as he blushed, “I’d really love to write with her.”
You’d love to write with me, your brain screamed at you. But outing yourself as Zilla’s writer wasn’t worth all the lawsuits you would face.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and numbly nodded, “I’m sure she’d love to write with you too.”
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Two and a half weeks later you found yourself writing in the same studio. And while you normally felt cooped up when in the studio, it was better at being at your apartment. Ever since you told Mia about your run in with Shawn it was the only thing she talked about.
She told you that it was the perfect time to tell the truth about your career––bring that witch down once and for all––were her exact words. But you didn’t want to deal with the mess of breaking an NDA.
So the next time you saw Zilla, you told her about your run in, and unenthusiastically handed her the sticky note with his number. Her smile was as wide as his when you told him you worked with Zilla. And while Zilla portrayed herself as a down-to-earth singer who transcended all genres of music…She was nothing but the opposite.
And from your brief run in with Shawn, you knew he was completely opposite of Zilla in every way, shape, and form.
The sound of your phone ringing brought you out of your songwriting process, without looking at caller I.D., you answered, “Hi, this is––”
“Y/n.”
You sucked in a breath when you heard her voice, “I have half of the album written. I’ll send you the songs and then you can record them,” You doodled in the margin of your journal, “So that way we don’t get in trouble again––”
“No, stop––Shawn is on his way to the studio.”
You let out a bitter laugh, your grip around the pen tightening as it scratched a hole in the paper, “I’m sure the fans will be happy to see pictures––
“No. Shut up for a minute,” at her strict tone you straightened your posture, not liking the way she was talking to you, “He’s coming to you. Where you are.”
You were about to make a quip about how she should talk to you with a little more respect, but when you heard the news of Shawn, your mind went from lyrical songwriting to ultimate panic.
“What?!”
“And I’m like an hour away from you,” you heard a car horn beep on the other end, “God, I hate L.A.––But he––He wants to write songs with me––”
“But you don’t write your own songs.”
“Don’t I fucking know,” she sneered through the phone.
A victorious small smile crept on your face, “Then why did you agree?”
“We had lunch and I told him I had a studio time slotted and he just texted me that he’s ten minutes away,” Zilla said all in one breath as she honked her horn twice, “because he wanted to surprise me.”
“Not much of a surprise if he’s texting you.”
She honked her horn again, “Y/n.”
“Sorry, sorry…I just,” you looked around at the mess you created in the studio. There were your usual papers strewn around, empty coffee cups, some takeaway food containers on the table that you were too lazy to throw out, “I’ve been here for like seven hours and there’s no way it’ll be clean before he comes.”
“Well do something––”
“Y/n?”
At the sound of your name being said gently in the same room as you, instead of it being yelled at through a phone, you quickly hung up on Zilla and threw your phone to the other end of the couch. You snapped your head up, and like the first time you saw him, he had his guitar case clutched in his hand, knuckles white.
“Shawn,” You said his name carefully as you looked wearily at him, “Hey.”
He slowly nodded his head, “Is…” and you cringed when you saw him looking around the mess you created in the studio, “…Is Zilla here?”
“Oh she––she just––” you had to think of something quick, “Had to pick something up at the pharmacy and it’s a bit out of the way––and she––so she called me and wanted me to uh––keep watch.”
Shawn looked at you, letting out a confused laugh, as he tilted his head, “Keep watch in a highly secure recording studio where the rooms lock?”
You nodded your head, keeping up with your lie, “She’s very very protective of her work space.”
Again, he nodded his head as he took another look around the messy studio, “I can…see that.” He shrugged his shoulders at the mess and took a seat on the ground.
You gathered up some of the papers that were on the couch around you, and on the table, and on the floor, “She had to go across town so she’ll be some time,” you shuffled the papers together until they all lined up. You set them aside and flipped to a clean page in your notebook, “So like––Make yourself at home.”
In the midst of gathering your stuff up to leave, he called you back in, “Y/n,” you lifted your head up to see an amused smirk on his face, “Leaving your watch position in her studio?”
Your eyes widened, “Well, uh––You’re here now so like––I think it’ll be fine if you’re here, and if you have stuff to work on, I don’t want to get in the way––”
Shawn shook his head, “Stay.”
As if you were trapped under a spell, you set your bag down on the couch and sat on the ground across from him. You sat with your legs criss-crossed as he opened the lid to his guitar case, “So…” you started off slow as you watched him carefully pull out his guitar.
Once he got in a comfortable sitting position with his guitar, you saw him pluck some strings and adjust the tuning pegs. There was one string that sounded off and you couldn’t hide your cringe.
“That B is flat. It needs to be higher.”
Shawn moved on to tune the E string, “I think it sounds fine.”
Even though he was looking down at his guitar, you still shook your head, “Get your tuner. It’s flat.”
Shawn let out a playful sigh and picked his head up to look for his tuner. Once he found it in the case, he clipped it on the head of the guitar, “If it’s not perfect, I buy you a coffee,” he smiled at you, “And if it is perfect, you buy me a coffee.”
You only offered him a smile as your response, already knowing that he would be the one buying you coffee. And when he got everything set up, plucked the string again, he looked at the tuner and frowned. He started twisting the peg as he continued to pick at the string until the B string sounded like music to your ears.
Shawn lifted his head up, a small smile toying at the edges of his mouth, as he looked at you through his eyelashes, “Do we have perfect pitch over here?”
You smiled and shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to brag because you did have perfect pitch, “I like a cappuccino––light on the foam with an extra shot of espresso.”
Shawn laughed at your response and rested his arm along the body of the guitar, “Working on anything exciting?”
You saw him eye the small stack of papers to your left, “Um…” self-consciously, you moved the papers further behind you so they were out of eyesight for him, “No…Not really.” Shawn gave you a look saying that he didn’t believe you, but you flipped the question to him, “What about you? Getting some inspiration for new songs?”
On the outside, you wiggled your eyebrows in a suggestive manner, trying to lighten the mood with a bit of joking. But on the inside, you felt your heart squeeze and your lungs collapse.
And it crushed you even more when he ducked his head and blushed, “I’m sure she’s told you plenty.” You laughed, pretending like you knew he was talking about, but Zilla hadn’t told you anything.
“She’s just so…Not what I expected,” a part of your spirits lifted, hoping he had seen her for who she truly was, but that was diminished when you noticed the far off dreamlike look in his eyes, “I think it makes me like her even more.”
You breathed out a silent laugh, twisting your hands together, “She’s a tricky one. Always…always surprising people.”
Shawn nodded his head and slowly strummed the guitar, “I think I like being surprised.”
This time, you threw your head back in genuine laughter, but when you saw his confused stare, you coughed in the crook of your elbow, “Stick with her if you like to be kept on your toes.”
Shawn tried to conceal his smile, but you knew he was already enamored with Zilla, too far gone to be swayed by anything you could say, “I’ll take that advice.” The two of you sat in another silence, as he softly strummed some chords on his guitar.
“Enough about her,” Shawn offered you a friendly smile, “I’m having trouble with something––Partly why I wanted to see her in the studio––” he leaned over to his backpack to grab out his sheet music and handed it to you, “See, I wanna do this,” he tried playing a chord, “But it’s not––I want it to sound different.”
You snorted and laid the sheet of paper on your knee, “That’s a good way to describe something you want changed.” Shawn glared at you, and you rolled your eyes, “How about…Have you tried an arpeggio?”
“You definitely went to music school.”
You waved off his comment, “I’m sure you know what it is––just maybe not it’s technical name,” you pushed yourself off from the ground and walked over to grab your guitar. Having already tuned it when you got in the studio, you sat down and situated the guitar on your lap.
“It’s like; do, do, do, do, do…” You tried humming, but when his face was still confused you started to play one of the most recognizable guitar riffs, “House Of The Rising Sun, the opening is an arpeggio,” you continued to hum along with the notes as you saw everything click in understanding in Shawn’s head.
You continued to play the opening chords on loop, “It’s a broken chord. So that way you can hear the individual notes,” you explained, “Say on piano, you would play an arpeggio by just playing each individual key, and it’s the same on a guitar. So when you play it slower,” you slowed down your strumming, “You can hear them more individually.”
Shawn nodded his head in awe of his little music lesson.
“They’re usually played in either ascending or descending order,” you picked up the pace of your strumming, before placing your hand flat on the strings, over the sound hole, to stop playing completely, “They’re also pretty common if you play them in a triad.”
Again, Shawn only nodded, enchanted by the sound of guitar.
“How much do you charge for music lessons?”
You let out a loud laugh and set your guitar over to the side, “I think you’re probably good in that department, but just buy me coffee then we’ll call it even.”
Shawn eagerly nodded his head, “I’m holding you to that––So like, with an arpeggio, is it always obvious that it’s there? Or do you have to listen to it really really closely?”
“I mean…” you tilted your head to the side, trying to find wording for the answer, “I think they’re more common than people realize? It’s a bit technical, because you're consecutively picking notes on different strings, but if you listen really closely, you’ll pick up on the broken chords.”
Shawn nodded, eyes seeming to be unfocused on something behind you, “Broken chords…” he mumbled under his breath a few times.
Feeling a little unsettled with him staring off into space, you cleared your throat, and that did the trick to snap him back to reality.
He smiled and then nodded his head toward the lyric sheet he handed you, “And these lyrics…I can’t––” He leaned over and slid the lyrics across the floor so that they were placed in between you two, “Something’s off.”
You nodded your head, biting your bottom lip in concentration, trying to figure out the root of the problem. Because while the lyrics were good, and you were able to hear the melody he had written down in your head, there was something off about them.
“Your rhyme scheme,” you mumbled, eyes still concentrated on the lyric sheet, “It’s a bit all over the place. So I would just narrow that down, figure out if you’re doing an arpeggio or not, and you should be golden.”
When you looked up, you saw Shawn look at you with the same admiration he had in his eyes during your first conversation when he said how much he respected Zilla’s songwriting.
You broke eye contact with him and scratched the back of your ear, “But only if you want––I don’t––Zilla is probably the person you should ask about this––”
Shawn shook his head, “She keeps blowing me off whenever I ask for her opinion,” and when you brought your gaze back up to him, he looked unsure of himself, “I know I’m not up to her level, and she’s…nice, but she always seems too busy to write.”
The insecure downcast of his eyes, and shrunken up body language, was a look you knew all too well. He didn’t think he was good enough to write songs with her. And what killed you was that he thought that way because she kept giving out false hope to him. It angered you because if only he knew that he was actually writing songs with the person he admired, he would have a different perspective on everything.
You let out a sigh, knowing exactly how rejected he must feel, and slid the song sheet back over to him, “For a cup of coffee I’ll give you music lessons.”
Everything about Shawn’s demeanor switched like a light. His posture straightened out, eyes beamed with joy, and his smile looked to be a little too wide after just offering him music lessons, “Please.”
You shyly nodded your head, feeling heat raise up to your cheeks, as you pulled down your phone from the couch and handed it over to him, “You can put your number in and then we can find a time.”
“I really appreciate this,” Shawn said as he swiftly typed away on your phone, “I can’t even––”
“Shawn?”
The voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to you, but you regained your neutral composure before Shawn had the chance to notice any change. You looked up to see Zilla in the doorway, glaring down at the two of you––with your guitars out and a music sheet in between you. Shawn quickly handed your phone back to you, his full attention captured by Zilla.
“Hey, Z,” Shawn waved at her, still sitting, “Y/n was just helping me write––”
“Was she?” She gave you a pointed look that was meant to be a silent yell at you to not help him whatsoever because it could blow both of your covers.
You nodded your head, standing up with your guitar, putting as much distance between you and Shawn, “I only helped a little. I told him you were the one he should go to.”
And with that answer, you still received a glare from her because of course she was useless in helping him with anything music related. You could never win with her.
He handed his lyric sheet out toward Zilla, “If you want, you can look at what I have––”
“Actually,” Zilla cut him off with a smile, “I thought we could get some lunch.”
Shawn looked down and tapped the screen on his phone, the light illuminating a small portion of his face, as he looked up with eyebrows scrunched together, “It’s five fifteen?”
Zilla clapped her hands together, “Early dinner then.”
When you looked over at Shawn, you could see that he was disappointed that Zilla––once again––brushed off his attempt to write. With a slump of his shoulders, you heard a barely audible exhale of annoyance come from him, as he packed up his guitar with a nod.
Once his guitar was packed away, he stood up and offered you an apologetic smile.
“Come on,” Zilla reached out her hand for Shawn to take, “There’s this really good sushi restaurant we can go to before it gets too crowded.”
And even though you could tell that all he wanted to do was sit down and write songs, when he looked at her, his smile was genuine. He melted right at her touch and his eyes softened.
His eyes flooded with admiration for her because he thought she was the one who wrote the music she sang. He looked at her like she was his inspiration to keep writing better music. He’s looking at her the way he should be looking at you, your mind screamed.
His eyes only added insult to the injury that started the day you signed your contract agreeing to be her ghostwriter.
“I’ll see ya for a music lesson later, Y/n.” Shawn smiled over his shoulder as Zilla dragged him out of the door.
Before Shawn looked back at Zilla, she shot you a smirk, as if she was claiming Shawn in victory. And in a sense, she had won whatever contest she made up in her head.
She won by becoming a household name, she won by not doing any of the grunt work of composing music, she won by having people do the work for her, and she won the heart of the second most famous pop singer-songwriter in the world because he thought she wrote all her own songs.
And just like that, with the slam of the door, you were left exactly in a position you found yourself in plenty of times before. You were left alone in a studio, with all of your songs, while Zilla pranced around with the newest person who caught her attention.
But this time, instead of both of you not caring about what the other one did, you could feel yourself being exiled from any part of her life that revolved around Shawn. And you knew she did it purposefully. She was threatened that your songwriting could easily sway Shawn away from her. She was threatened because she knew she couldn’t give Shawn exactly what he wanted; a partner to write songs with.
And just like every other time Zilla left you aggravated with too many feelings, you began to write a song.
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You took your sunglasses off and squitend your eyes as you scanned the outside patio of the coffee shop. You were about to take your phone out, but when you saw Shawn stand up from the table and excitedly wave his hands above his head, you smiled and weaved through tables.
When you approached the table, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and your smile widened as you brought your arms around his waist.
“My favorite music teacher,” Shawn hummed as he pulled away from the hug.
You were a little disappointed he cut the hug off short, but you had to keep in mind that he was somewhat kind of seeing Zilla. You tried to get her to define her relationship with Shawn, but she would just wave you off and say it was nothing serious or kept asking if you were jealous.
While you might’ve been a little jealous whenever you saw a low quality paparazzi picture of them out in L.A, knowing that Zilla kept lying to Shawn about her songwriting “ability” always made you sleep with a smile on your face.
Just like the past month and a half when you met Shawn for coffee for one of your “music lessons,” he was always there first. And like every other time before, he had your cappuccino––light on the foam with an extra shot of espresso––at the spot across from him.
Not wanting to waste any time, Shawn eagerly took out his songwriting journal and flipped open to a random page. He slid the journal over to you and a laugh escaped your lips every time you saw how chaotic his journal looked.
He had different color post-it notes sticking up from the top, corners of pages that were worn down because of how frequently he dog-eared them, and the occasional loose leaf paper that was folded up and stuck between two pages.
Taking a sip of your coffee, you leaned closer to his journal, trying to decipher the messy script that was his handwriting.
You leaned back in the chair, nodding as you took another sip of coffee, “I like it.”
“Just like?” Shawn wrinkled his nose.
Shrugging your shoulders you took another look at the lyrics, “I mean…It’s a compliment?”
Shawn let out a sigh and buried his head into his hands for a moment before looking up at you with a pout, “Something’s not right.” He leaned over the table a bit and pointed at the second verse, “I don’t know what it is, but something isn’t right.”
“I like it.”
Shawn crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair, “No, there’s something you’re not telling me,” he glared at you, “You ripped apart my song last week and now you’re too quiet.”
You took another sip of your coffee to cover up the fact that you did think something was wrong with it. But like he said before, with the way you tore his song up last week, you felt a little bad. You didn’t want to make him feel like he wasn’t a good songwriter, because he had a way with words that you found yourself learning from.
He didn’t have quite as many songwriting awards as you, but you knew he wasn’t too far off.
With a sigh you offered him a weak smile, “You’re too vague.” And with your first point of criticism, Shawn leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he took out a smaller journal and began to write down what you said, “You’ve already had songs that have touched on feeling lonely, and you’re really specific in the first verse, but too general with the second verse…” you trailed off your sentence and pointed at some scribbles on the paper, looking up at him, “Why’d you cross this out?”
Shawn stopped his scribbling to see what you pointed at, and when he saw the lyric, his cheeks turned red and he let his curls shield his embarrassed face, “It’s nothing,” he grumbled, “What should I change it to?”
You shook your head, “Nuh-uh,” you gave him an encouraging smile, “What did you write?”
He shook his head and looked down at the table, “I don’t like it.”
Under the table, you lightly brought your foot up to tap his shin. You didn’t stop nudging his leg with your foot until you saw a small smile grace his lips when he shyly looked up at you, “I’m wondering.”
Shawn rolled his eyes at your poor pun and retaliated by nudging his foot against yours in order for you to stop teasing him, “It’s…” he shook his head, “It’s too embarrassing.”
“I’m sure it’s really not as bad as you think,” you smiled at him again, “If you tell me what the lyric was, I’ll tell you what I think you should do music composition wise at the end.”
He narrowed his eyes at you and stepped on your foot, “You’re evil.”
You let out a small laugh as you rounded your hands around the hot coffee, “I see your three starts next to it, I know that’s your little ‘I need help’ symbol.”
Shawn flipped you off and it only caused the small amount of butterflies in your stomach to grow even more.
With a deep breath, he looked down at his hands and started picking at a loose piece of skin, “I wonder…” He peered up to see your anxious gaze, but then diverted his stare back down to his hands as he tore up the paper napkin in front of him, “When I cry into my hands, I’m conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man.”
You were in the middle of lifting your coffee mug up for another sip, but when you heard the rest of the lyric your hands froze mid-air. You felt rooted to your seat as you stared at his face that still hadn’t looked up from tearing little pieces off the napkin.
How did he think that that lyric was not good enough? That was something that you wished you wrote.
It was so vulnerable and honest and most of all, it was true to who he was. In songwriting, no matter how personal a person thinks their experience is to them, there will always be hundreds upon thousands of people who will resonate with your story.
That was something you learned and used to your advantage.
On Red, you fought hard for one particular breakup song to stay on the album that Zilla thought was too personal. She kept saying––No one will care about leaving a scarf at his sister's house…No one will connect with dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light…And absolutely no one has had anyone ever call them up again just to “break them like a promise.”
But you fought hard and it was the song that solidified Zilla as this generation's greatest lyricist. And it was also the song she performed on the Grammy’s when her debut album was nominated for Album of the Year.
Nervously, Shawn peaked up and saw the neutral expression on your face as you sat frozen. He ran a hand through his hair and reached a hand across the table to pull his journal back, “See? You think it’s stupid. I––That’s why I crossed it off. It’s too vulnerable and if people heard me say that?” He let out a somber chuckle, “They would think of me as less of a man.”
You pulled his journal back toward you and snatched the pen he had laying next to his other notebook, “That’s…Shawn that’s an incredible lyric.”
You re-wrote the lyric on top of where it was originally scratched out, “There’s so much strength in vulnerability. Not enough people––especially male artist’s––are comfortable with their vulnerability. It’s refreshing and amazing and what you wrote––That lyric…”
When you looked up from re-writing the lyric down in his journal, you saw that he was trying to contain his growing smile by biting his bottom lip. And this time under the table, when you brought your foot up to his, you gave it a single tap in reassurance, “It might be my favorite lyric ever.”
His voice cracked, “Really?”
You nodded your head, “It fits so well with the theme of self-discovery and being honest with yourself,” his smile widened with every compliment you offered him. You leaned back in the chair, arms crossed over your chest with a proud smile on your face, “I think you knocked it out of the park with that one.”
Shawn ducked his head again and went back to ripping small pieces off the napkin, “That…That means a lot coming from you.”
You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt an electric current jolt through your veins, “If that lyric doesn’t make the song I won’t listen to the album.”
With a laugh so loud that it caused a few coffee shop patrons to look at your table, you let a smile overtake your face as you admired how the corners of Shawn’s eyes crinkled in joy.
“I’ll keep that promise,” Shawn scratched the bridge of his nose as he came down from his laughter, “So…” He briefly looked down at his songwriting journal with a smirk before looking back into your eyes, “What should I do with the end?”
You noticed a new flame of confidence in his eyes as he pushed his journal toward you more. You let out a laugh as you looked at him with your eyebrows raised in excitement, “I’m thinking of a choir and horns…”
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As your “music lessons” with Shawn continued for the next few months, so did your writing for Zilla’s next album. And unfortunately, Zilla and Shawn also continued to see each other. And while it was always a punch in the gut whenever Zilla brought it up, your conversations with Shawn were solely on writing and experimenting with different synthesizers for his new album.
With your contract that essentially hid you from the public, it was so refreshing to be able to collaborate with someone instead of writing by yourself. Even though you mainly just helped Shawn with a bit of writing and composing some music, it was an experience that gave you new inspiration.
You always thought you worked best alone, but collaborating with Shawn opened your eyes to everything you were missing out on.
It was all fun until Shawn approached you saying that he wanted to give you credit on his upcoming album. That was when reality hit you because there was an exclusivity clause in your contract with Zilla stating that you could only write for her. You tried to politely decline Shawn’s offer, but every time you saw him he brought it up.
It wasn’t until you told him you would stop your music lessons with him if he kept asking you.
The times after that, you could tell he wanted to bring it up, he was fair in wanting to give credit where credit was due, but you told him not to worry about it. Someone had been taking credit for your songs for years.
And soon enough the end of July came around and the album you wrote––Zilla’s album––folklore, was released to the world.
The public’s reaction to this album was more than you could’ve imagined. It started off as an album with no inspiration, just meaningless stories, but it morphed into an album that you held close to your heart. It had your true feelings, real experiences––that might’ve been exaggerated just a little––but it was still an album based on personal experiences.
And while it only got an eight on Pitchfork––two points off from a perfect album––Rolling Stones gave it a 4.5 out of 5 rating with possibly the most beautiful review Rob Sheffield ever wrote about your songwriting. You made sure to hound Zilla to send him a thank you basket.
It might’ve been your favorite album you’ve ever written, and while you sipped on a glass of red wine at the album release party, all you had to do was look over to see Shawn’s laughing face to know why it was your favorite album.
He was still clueless that you wrote the album.
He still didn’t get any of the signs you gave about being the true songwriter. It was always you writing with Shawn while Zilla pulled him away to go out to an expensive restaurant. And while he still looked at Zilla like she was the most inspiring songwriter of today’s generation…He was starting to look at you the same way.
The inspiration behind the album came from everywhere. It was mostly centered around your frustrations with Zilla and how most of your regrets lied with signing that contract at sixteen. No matter how hard you tried, it still felt like you wasted most of your potential writing for her instead of yourself.
But then Shawn came into the studio that one day. He came in and your perspective changed.
You took another sip of red wine as the opening chords of the 1 started to play around the small venue ZIlla rented out to celebrate the release. Bitterly, you took another sip of wine, as you looked at the boy who inspired the song and threw an arm around the person you despised most in the world.
If one thing had been different…If you were the person who rightfully got credit for your work…Maybe it would’ve been you he threw an arm around and pulled in close to his chest.
Your wine glass was still half full, but you tossed your head back to finish it off. And when you brought the glass down, you saw Shawn turn his head toward you and offer you a wave.
You tightly smiled back at him and whirled around to the bar to get yourself another glass of wine.
You took full advantage of the open bar Zilla provided and another glass of red wine was placed in your hands. And as you tasted the alcohol hit the back of your throat, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them.
If only all of your wishes came true.
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“And we’re back!” James Corden cheerily smiled at the camera before turning to face the three guests sitting on the couch.
You were backstage watching with Shawn as the crowd clapped at the “return” from the commercial break. While you never went with Zilla to any of her interviews, you started tagging along to them to fit your “assistant for Zilla” cover story you told Shawn.
And with folklore released just a few weeks ago, you had accompanied Zilla on more than enough of the press tour. You were back in L.A., which eased your spirits a little, but it didn’t ease the bubble of animosity that you felt toward Zilla every time she talked about her experience writing folklore.
“So, Zilla,” James started off, “Congrats on the new album––folklore.” Everyone cheered and a smile lit up her face as James continued to praise her songwriting, “I’ve got to say, it’s probably my favorite album of yours. It’s so different than anything you’ve ever written before.”
Zilla crossed her legs and folded her hands on her knees, “It was…It was a totally different experience writing this album, and when inspiration hits you just have to get it all out…”
As Zilla went on about her fake inspiration for the album, you tuned her out. You could care less about what she thought the songs meant, but when you heard James bring up a little segment he wanted to do with Zilla, you felt your heart jump to your throat.
James deviously smiled, “As one of the greatest songwriters of our generation––Oh, stop blushing you know you are––I think we should play a little game.”
Zilla let out a small laugh, “Oh?”
Even though you couldn’t stand her, you knew when she was nervous. Her foot started to bounce and she ran a hand through her hair as she quickly looked down at the ground.
And before James explained his little game, you felt someone rush past you with an acoustic guitar in their hands. You felt your stomach churn with anxiety because Zilla had already performed on the show, and she was the only musical guest on the show.
The crew member rushed on stage to hand the guitar to James and then quickly ran off. Your eyes widened and you felt your breath come out short.
“We here at the Late Late Show are obsessed with folklore––and even more obsessed with your songwriting.”
Oh no.
James handed the guitar to Zilla who took it with shaky hands, “And we challenge you to write a mini-song. Right here,” The crowd cheered, “Right now.”
Oh no.
Your jaw dropped the same time as Zilla’s and she whipped her head to look backstage at you with petrified eyes.
“Oh, James…” Zilla nervously laughed as one of her hands gripped the neck of the guitar, “You can’t just write a song in that amount of time.”
One of the guests spoke up from the couch, “But earlier you said that it only took you seven minutes to write the chorus of hoax.”
But there was a small little detail that everyone was missing. It didn’t take Zilla seven minutes to write the chorus to that song…It took you seven minutes to write it.
Zilla glared at the guest, “It needed some tweaking after––”
James let out a loud laugh and waved her off, “Oh stop being modest,” he then turned in his seat to face the audience and speak into the camera, “After the break we’ll have a brand new little song from singer-songwriter, Zilla!”
The crowd erupted in cheers while both you and Zilla stood frozen in place. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think Zilla would be in this position. Before every single interview or T.V. appearance, Zilla had her manager carefully pre-screen all of the questions and segments she would be part of to make sure nothing like this happened.
“This is exciting,” Shawn bounced on his feet, and for a moment, you forgot that he was standing next to you, “She always changes topics whenever I try to talk songwriting with her.”
This was definitely not an ideal situation for either her or you.
“That’s…” you looked around to see the audience excitedly talking amongst each other. You heard one girl in the front row say how she couldn’t believe she was going to witness the Zilla write something in front of her. You were beginning to feel increasingly hot with ever second that passed, “That’s one way to put it.”
“And we’re back!”
Zilla’s head whirled around again to look at you, but you turned your head to the side to try and find the nearest trash can in case you threw up.
“Zilla…” James started off with a smirk, “You just sat here looking off to the side…I’m hoping you heard the music in your head.”
The audience laughed, Shawn laughed, and Zilla just sat there in silence.
“Well, go on then,” James gestured to the guitar, “Play us what you wrote.”
At least Zilla knew how to play the guitar, and she started off strumming a random chord as she let out a shaky breath before singing.
“Oh…You make me feel like the sky…So…Blue,” you visibly cringed at her lyrics and were reminded as to why you were hired. But as she continued to sing, you started to feel more and more nauseous, “Oh…I wish you made me feel like…The sun, so bright and…Yellow.”
Everyone was silent.
You couldn’t keep your eyes off her as she still had her eyes shut tight. You knew exactly how she was feeling; embarrassed, nauseous, and utterly humiliated. You took a peak at Shawn and saw that his mouth tugged down in a frown, lips slightly parted, with his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
James’s stare was blank before he let out a forced chuckle, side-eyeing the audience, before he turned his attention back to Zilla, “Nice warm up, but now, let the magic flow and sing us the real song.”
Zilla opened her eyes and took in a deep breath, “That––I told you––You can’t push inspiration.”
James nodded his head, eyes wide in surprise at how Zilla snapped at him. Zilla was always poised, always charming everyone in the room, and never had she ever snapped at anyone in public before. Her jaw was clenched and you saw her shoulders tense up.
“I––I get that,” James tried his best to de-escalate the situation, “But you––your songwriting––You’ve always been so vocal about how you can write so fast, even without inspiration––”
You were surprised Zilla hadn’t snapped the neck of the guitar in half with how strong her grip was on it. She glared at James, “Well, I’m just not feeling it today––”
“I could’ve written something better,” the guest next to her laughed, which caused the audience to laugh along with them, as they continued their teasing, “Might need to take away your songwriting achievements––”
Zilla snapped her head to her right, turning her anger away from James, to the unknown actor who sat next to her, “I hired the best songwriter in in the business. She writes only the best for me––”
“––Because what you just sang was horrific.” They finished off their sentence.
For the third time tonight, you froze. All of the second-hand embarrassment you felt when she sang disappeared and was replaced with absolutely nothing. You had no thoughts––You just felt empty. You only had a feeling of absolute devastation, paired with a slight ringing in your ear, as your throat closed up.
You thought that her revelation couldn’t be heard by the actor talking over her. You thought that no one caught her slip up. But with the stunned look James had on his face, a few audible gasps of confusion from the audience, and Shawn stiffening up next to you…You knew that she blew her own cover because she didn’t know how to keep her cool.
James cleared his throat, “Your…Songwriter? You have someone else write songs for you?”
Zilla’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as she realized her mistake, and her face lost color, “Well, no––Of course not––It’s me––I’m my own songwriter––”
The other guest to Zilla’s left let out a snort, “There’s no way you wrote exile––”
“And we’ll be back after the break!” James interrupted the trio on the couch before Zilla completely lost her head.
Right as the studio lights lit up more of the room, Zilla tore off her mic and stormed off the stage. Her hands were balled tight into fists as you could visibly see her face turn a darker shade of red with each stomp she took toward you. You felt your heartbeat stop as you noticed her fiery glare was tunnel visioned toward you.
“She––You write her songs?”
Oh, shit.
For a moment, you forgot that Shawn was standing next to you because all you were focused on was the death glare Zilla continued to shoot your way as she walked toward you. You had been at the end of many of her glares, but nothing compared to how she looked at you now. Everything she had built her career on was crumbling and you knew she was going to blame you.
You rapidly shook your head, and when you looked up at Shawn, all you saw was betrayal and sadness, “No––Of course not––How’d you ever come to that conclusion––”
“You’re always in the studio when she’s supposed to be there,” Shawn cut you off, “She never wants to talk about songwriting while you––we’ve––been writing songs together,” his eyes widened as you saw something click in his mind, “Invisible String…” His voice tapered off as he mentioned the song, “You––You said you were just holding onto it for her.”
As you felt your heart plummet down your throat and into your stomach, you continued to shake your head, “I was just holding it on for her––It’s not––I––”
“I gave you a suggestion to change a lyric and it…You changed it,” his eyes that were full of despair suddenly narrowed at you.
Your voice cracked as he took a step away from you, “Shawn––”
He shook his head, “You lied––”
“This is all your fault,” Zilla shouted at you as she took hold of your elbow, spinning you away from Shawn to face her wrath, “If you could’ve––”
“How is this my fault?!”
Zilla shook with anger as you saw fire in her eyes, “It’s just––You,” she stomped her foot as she continued to throw her tantrum, “It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t been so caught up in writing with Shawn you would’ve been more focused on me. Because newsflash,” she took a step forward, “You still work for me.”
“You––Y/n? So she is your ghostwriter?”
Zilla’s eyes widened because she forgot that Shawn was also backstage with you. And she basically just confirmed everything she tried so hard to deny when she was on stage.
You were long forgotten as Zilla turned to face Shawn. She tried to take hold of his hands, but he shook her off and took a step back, “It’s––We have a partnership––We both write–––”
“You take credit for the songs that Y/n writes,” Shawn said it more as a statement than a question, but his voice was still one of disbelief.
Zilla’s face crumbled. She knew the only hold she had on Shawn was that he thought she wrote all her own music, “Shawn––”
“Zilla,” her manager came rushing toward her with panic written all over their face, “This––This is bad. We need to do some serious damage control––”
“The show––It’s pre-recorded,” Zilla hastily said, “Can’t we––Is there any way we can pay them to edit it out?”
Her manager grimaced as they shook their head, “Someone had their phone out, recorded the whole thing, and posted it to Twitter.” Zilla let out a noise that was a mix between a cry and whine, “Billboard already has a whole article written. TMZ is having a field day…” Her manager rubbed their temples, “It’s really not looking good.”
This time, Zilla did let out a soft cry as she tilted her head back to look at the ceiling. Everything she built her career on––The authenticity of songwriting––It was over.
“And you,” her manager gave you a disinterested look, “You should probably leave. If people saw you two together they might think––”
“Loud and clear,” you grumbled at them, not feeling the least bit sorry that Zilla had a meltdown on television and that it was all on video. This was the Zilla you knew. This was the “famed” singer-songwriter you had to deal with for years. She was rude, nasty, and the most self-centered musician in the industry.
With a deep breath, you were about to turn around and leave, but if this was how they were treating you after everything you gave up for her, you wanted to make one thing clear, “Don’t ever come to me asking for another song again.” You angrily breathed out, “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer as I expect that she,” you glared at Zilla, “Violated some term in the contract by admitting to having a ghostwriter.”
You whirled around, hoping that would be the last time you saw Zilla until you had to meet again to officially terminate your contract. When your back was facing her––all you heard was her crying––but you couldn’t find the one person who deserved an apology.
Shawn was gone.
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Two months after the public meltdown Zilla had on James Corden, people were still trying to figure out who the ghostwriter was. But unlike the day you signed the contract at sixteen, there was an extra person who knew that you were Zilla’s ghostwriter. Shawn was added to the list of you, your roommate, your entertainment lawyer, Zilla’s manager, and Zilla herself that knew your secret identity.
Zilla had come out with a tearful apology less than twenty-four hours after multiple music publications came out calling her a fraud. And the next time that you saw her in person was with your entertainment lawyer to terminate the contract. When the contract was labeled “null and void” it felt like the chains Zilla had around your wrist were broken.
And ever since Zilla confirmed she’d been working with a ghostwriter in her tearful YouTube apology video, the internet had not stopped searching. In her video she said, “out of respect to the writer I worked so closely with over the years, I’m not revealing their identity.”
It was a low blow. Because everything about that sentence was a lie. The two of you never worked close together on any songs and you knew she had little to no respect for you. She made that clear during the years you worked for her.
Even after everything…You still liked the anonymity that came with the deal. Especially now, if you were to come out as her ghostwriter, you would have the attention of the world. And while you wanted credit for your work, you didn’t know if you were ready to be put on that stage yet.
But the thing that killed you the most was not being able to explain everything to Shawn.
He hadn’t responded to any of the messages you left him. You felt a pang of pain in your chest whenever you pulled up your messages with him and read back through your texts. You listened to the voice notes he sent you a three in the morning when he was struck with inspiration and you mourned the ridiculous selfies he sent you.
You had taken up a hobby of cooking complicated recipes, that needed your full attention, to keep yourself from hyperfocusing on the regret you felt by not explaining the situation to Shawn sooner. As you put the beef wellington in the oven, coming to a painful understanding that you would probably never hear from Shawn again, your phone dinged on the counter.
Two months after not hearing from him…He sent you a text. It was simple, and to a stranger looking in on your friendship, they wouldn’t know what it meant. But you understood it loud and clear.
Music lesson in twenty?
You yelled out to Mia––telling her to keep an eye out on the oven––as you grabbed your keys and dashed out the door. After you buckled up, you sent him a response––of course––and broke about every traffic law in the book as you raced to the coffee shop you always had your “music lessons” at.
Your park job was pitiful, but it didn’t matter, because you made it to the coffee shop in a record thirteen minutes with only one person on your mind. Automatically, your feet carried you through the coffee shop and to the back patio. You were about to sit at an empty table when you saw that your music partner was already sitting at one.
He was slumped down on the chair, arms tightly crossed over his chest, and even though he was wearing sunglasses you knew that he saw you enter. But unlike all the other times you had your music lessons, he didn’t jump up and wave his hands above his head.
Like routine, you weaved through the tables until you got to him.
You stood in front of him for the first time since the James Corden incident, and even though you could feel the irritation he felt toward you…You noticed two cups of coffee on the table. He had his usual black drip coffee and there was a cappuccino.
“Light on the foam with an extra shot of espresso,” Shawn mumbled.
You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t say anything. You promptly sat down and circled your hands around the mug. Because even though it was October, you still felt cold in California.
The two of you sat in silence for a few moments longer; Shawn was still slumped in his chair while you sat with perfect posture, wanting to be ready for anything that came your way.
It was a silence that came when two people understand each other.
You let out a sigh as you looked at the latte art this particular coffee shop was known for, before you looked up at him with wide apologetic eyes, “I––I know saying sorry isn’t enough of an apology.” Shawn stayed slumped as he nodded his head. You saw your reflection in his sunglasses and gulped, “And not telling you because I was contractually obligated to keep quiet about being her ghostwriter…” you let out a pathetic laugh, “Just sounds shallow and shitty.”
“Why’d you do it?”
Why did you do it?
Truthfully, you didn’t think you had it in you to captivate the attention of record labels and you didn’t think you were interesting enough for a fanbase. Your plan was to hopefully get a publishing deal, write songs for that specific music publishing house, and have various artists cut your songs for their albums. But then you caught Zilla’s attention. And just like how she was with everything else in her life, she was selfish and wanted your talent all to herself.
Wanting to stall before you answered, you picked up the cappuccino and took a sip, but even beneath his sunglasses, you could feel his hard stare on you.
You sighed, “I––I didn’t like the idea of being in front of people. I was sixteen, didn’t want to be pulled away from home, and I felt like I was better suited for writing and not performing.”
You tapped your fingers on the side of the ceramic mug, “And before I knew it…Zilla heard one of my demos floating around a publishing company, liked it enough to cut it, and then it turned into signing a contract with her to be her ghostwriter.”
Shawn shook his head as he leaned forward, taking off his sunglasses, tired eyes staring straight into yours as he rested his elbows on the table, “Why’d you let her pretend that she wrote your songs?”
Shawn briefly covered his face with his hands, before looking at you with a pained expression, “As a songwriter, I can’t…Just thinking about someone else claiming my feelings as their own?” The look he gave you made you want to hide in a cave for the rest of your life, “Why did you do that?”
You sucked in a breath and shrugged your shoulders, “I––I’m not sure.”
He nodded his head, not because he understood your answer, but in understanding that he wasn’t going to get anything else out of you.
“How’d you do it?” He stared straight into your eyes, not backing down until he got this answer out of you, “I looked at the songwriting credits and they were all under her name. I searched every performing rights organization database and saw that she––you––whoever––was with B.M.I. And I called the people I knew there and they said that they didn’t have anyone by your name.”
He let out a defeated sigh, “The only person they had registered for her songs,” the fact that he couldn’t even say Zilla’s name had you smiling just a tad, “Was a Zilla Greene.”
You nodded with a sad smile, “That’s me.”
Shawn tilted his head and scrunched his eyebrows together, “No, that’s not––Zilla Greene––That’s Zilla, not you––”
You shook your head and held up a hand to him, he quickly stopped talking and let you explain, “When Zilla approached me to be her ghostwriter, it was her manager’s idea to have Zilla––whose real name is Willow––perform under a stage name that synced up with a pseudonym for me.” Shawn slowly nodded his head, “So that way if anyone were to look at the songwriting credits and search her up on a database,” you gave him a pointed look, “It would just look like it was still her stage name. First name, last name, and all.”
Shawn let out a small laugh of disbelief, “I can’t believe you pulled it off for years.”
You shared his laugh and took a sip of your coffee, feeling a small sense of dread in your stomach, “And it would’ve kept going on if she didn’t practically admit it on James Corden.”
The atmosphere went back to feeling tense.
“So, are you…” Shawn lifted his head and looked at the people sitting around them, before he leaned into the middle of the table, whispering, “Still her ghostwriter?”
You let out a small laugh as you shook your head, “She technically broke our contract so, no,” you genuinely smiled for the first time when talking about Zilla, “I don’t write for her anymore.”
Shawn took a sip of his coffee before he mirrored your smile, “All this time…” He looked at you with a hint of remorse, “Whenever I told you how much I wanted to write with Zilla,” he smiled sadly, “I was actually writing with her.”
You nodded your head, “Don’t feel bad,” you waved him off, “I knew the whole time that it was me you wanted to write with.”
Shawn rolled his eyes and lightly nudged his foot against your leg under the table. At the gesture, you didn’t try to hide the blinding smile that overtook your face.
“I was literally fangirling over you in front of you,” he briefly looked down at the table, letting out a chuckle, before looking back up at you with soft eyes, “And I didn’t even know it.”
You smirked, “Don’t worry, it still boosted my ego all the more.”
Shawn let out a loud laugh as he flipped you off just when you were about to take another sip of the drink he bought for you.
“So…” Shawn started off slow, briefly breaking eye contact with you, “I’m not sure if you’re comfortable with it yet, but I…I’d be honored if I could credit you as a songwriter on my next album.”
After years of being brushed under the rug, years of someone taking advantage of your feelings for their own monetary benefit, having Shawn saying he would be honored to credit you––actually you––for your work…You felt yourself get choked up at the thought.
You sniffled, trying to hold back the small tears of joy you felt behind your eyes in, “I would really appreciate that.”
Shawn’s smile was wide as he nodded once at you, before he leaned over to reach for something under the table.
He pushed his songwriting journal over towards you and opened it up to a page with music notes. You looked down and his messy note placement as you heard the composition in your head.
“So, I’ve been practicing arpeggios,” you looked up from the journal to see a sheepish smile on his face, “And while the sound of broken chords sound really cool,” and again, under the table, he brushed his foot on top of yours, “I’d like it better if the chords were together.”
You smiled as you felt a familiar warm feeling in the pit of your stomach cause a shiver to run through your whole body.
“Together,” you repeated his words that most definitely held a double meaning, “I think I’d like if the chords were together, too.”
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Eren x Gender neutral!reader x Armin
~Chaotic Love Triangle~ (One shot)
One of my really cool friends gave me an interesting request and so here it is~
*Eren and Armin are teens in this fic by the way ❤(ˆ‿ˆԅ)
*Oh dear, seems like this has turned into contest on who gets to win your love ⁀⊙﹏☉⁀
*This was mostly Mikasa’s fault- (Lmao you’ll get it soon)
It all began on one morning, and it was like any other day (or was it? h m ). (R/n), Eren, and Armin were on the way to the mess hall for breakfast. As soon as the three of you got your trays you all walked and sat down near Mikasa and the others. When no one was looking, Eren gently swung his arm around your shoulders. Slowly, a chilling, dark aura slightly began to fill the all around the people at the table. Armin started to get a bit nervous.
“U-uh, guys? I have this weird feeling that someone is watching us.. it feels really intense..” Eren hasn’t been paying attention for the past few minutes and (R/n) was too busy gobbling their bread to see what was going on while they ignored Sasha desperately begging them to share some of their food. "Bla bla bla bla bla.." Eren began to space out while looking at (r/n)’s silky, soft (h/c) hair. He sniffed the scent of their hair without them noticing.
‘whOA, their hair even smell like strawberries?’ Eren thought to himself. ‘I wonder what will happen if I try and tickle their neck, I heard they're pretty ticklish-’
"EREN! Are you you even listening to me!?" Armin whisper-shouted at him as he snapped out of his love trance. Armin was actually watching him the whole time as the aura got darker and darker. Coconut bb was getting a lil’ jealous too (╥﹏╥)
“Sighhh, what is it Armin?” Eren sounding slightly annoyed before his heart stopped after Armin fearfully pointed where the terrifying aura came from:
(WoOOo Mikasa what are you doing here on this perfectly normal morning, I do daresay so myself- No one even knew that she moved next to Eren AHAHAH)
“Eren? What do you think you’re doing?” Mikasa said in a creepy, monotone voice as she harshly placed her hand on his shoulder and stared deeply into Eren’s soul. (R/n) tilted their head as they were confused about what was happening as Armin literally lost all of his color.
“I-erm-nothing- I was just-” The poor thing started shaking (Who wouldn’t? Not unless it was Corporal Levi (；☉_☉) ).
“You haven’t even touched your food for the past ten minutes.. you need to eat.” She interrupted him as she was about to shove food inside his mouth “Here. Open your mouth Eren.” He shook his head vigorously as he tried to get away from her. (R/n) and Armin nervously chuckled.
‘Now’s my chance!’ Armin determinedly said to himself as he proudly (And quietly (*≧∀≦*) ) fist bumped. “S-so, uh, (r/n).. would you like to spend time with me.. a-and read this new book I just finished reading? I figured since you really liked (favorite book genre) and so maybe you would be interested?” He stuttered and stammered while his cheeks began to grow pink. (r/n)’s eyes begin to sparkle with interest and then OMIGOSH it made Armin’s heart sink and Eren’s jaw drop in awe and envy. That was a mistake because after dropping his jaw it made him choke on the food that Mikasa was continuously shoving.
“Wow, that seems like a really appealing book Armin! I’ll-”
“MIKASHA WOUHD CHOU CUHT IT OUT? I’M NOHT A BABY! I CAN FEED MYSHELF OHN MAH OWN!”
“Eren I’m only trying to help y-”
“WEHLL CLEAWRLY YOU’RE NOHT WHEN YOU’RE SHTUFFING FOOD IN MY MOUF LIKE A BUTCHER!”
(R/n)'s eyes widened, “Gasp! Eren look out-” CRASH! Eren fell and bumped into a certain someone as their tray fell too. Before he was about to shout, he swallowed his food in a considerate manner.
“HEY! WATCH IT HORSE FACE!”
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO BUMPED INTO ME YOU PIECE OF-”
(Ahh, and so it begins~) Thirty minutes later~
After half an hour of beating the crap out of each other (r/n) thought it was about time they stopped. The both of them weren’t even punching or kicking anymore, it was like soft baby punches and kitty kicks!
“Okay, you two had enough, you need to stop-” SLAM! A grumpy, low-average sized man wearing a bib around his neck mercilessly slammed the doors open. To add a finishing yet unfortunate touch, Connie happened to be so close to one of the doors that he ended up getting his face slammed in the process and had to go to the hospital due to a well-earned concussion from Corporal Levi.
“Here. You brats clean this shitty mess.” Levi says as he walks (on the red carpet LMAO) towards their direction and hands Eren and Jean cleaning supplies. They glared at each other and looked at Levi with shocked faces. They both complained in unison,
“But-”
“NOW.” They quickly scurried off to cleaning. Levi then pointed at Armin, who then started shivering. “And you, run one hundred laps.” he sighed and hung his head low. (R/n) raised a brow in curiosity.
“Sir how did you know-”
“I just do (l/n), I just do.” He replied as he shook his head and smirked at them. “NOW EVERYONE GET THE HELL OUT OF THE MESS HALL AND START TRAINING OUTSIDE!” Just when (R/n) was about to leave they plant a kiss on the cheek on Armin before starting his punishment and Eren as he continued his punishment as well, Jean gagging in the process.
“Well, see you guys later!” They said as they waved on their way to training. Armin and Eren were left speechless. What!? no goodbye hug??
#Eren Jaeger#Armin Arlert#Eren x reader#Armin x reader#Aot x reader#sfw#Omfg my back hurts ouchie wowchie#my writing
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Oh prompts are back! Okay here's an interesting idea, Mephiles and Scourge both decide they want to take over the dimension and rule as king and also decide they need a queen to rule at their side and they both pick Amy. So they're fighting to rule and also make Amy their bride so Sonic has to both fight them off and protect Amy from them marrying one of them. Extra comfort for sonamy would be great please and thank you!
I shall do my very, very best.... at the very least lolol
This is gonna be AU as heck.
PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN DO NOT SEND ANY. THE TIME TO SEND HAS ENDED. Enjoy the prompts that have already been submitted during the frame that they could be~<3
Prompt:
As per usual, Eggman had conducted an experiment to try and harness the power of dimensions and worlds to his bidding. The result? After a long and tedious feud between the dimensional Eggmans on who was to rule all, the original was defeated by the many Sonics that appeared, and his friends sealed up the holes in the dimensions.
However...
Some individuals didn’t return... scourged by the humiliating ridicule of his universe, one hid to avoid capture and plan his revenge and final takeover.
Another withdrew into shadows,... lurking in wait as he found a way to keep a hole to his dimension open... traversing the timeline by acquiring this world’s Chaos Emerald and trapping his universe in a ‘frozen’ state.
Very complexed stuff, but the leaking of dimensional energy allowed him to pull his Other Half through to this dimension... but something was going horribly wrong.
“No!” Mephiles was trying to use the power the Chaos Energies to combined himself at last with Iblis, but Scourge had found the dimensional leak, and wanted in on the conquest...
He smirked as he gripped the Master Emerald, standing upon it as power radiated through him like electricity. “Woooo, snooze and you really do loose, buddy!” He held his fingers up like he was going to snap, having already seen Mephiles take out Knuckles who was lying upon the ground... “If I’m gonna be king over this pathetic universe, I’m gonna need some of that bodacious power!” he seemed to be purposefully trying to tick Mephiles off, not knowing who the being was, but seeing the flames circling the emerald and his focus in trying to blend his power with it’s own.
“You are useless, and I am not one who takes such inferior taunts!” Mephiles rose the emerald up, deciding to take care of the insect before he lost full concentration and Iblis was released into another form, which would tip off the heroes and led to a continual, strenuous chase to reach and combined first with him before Sonic and the gang defeated him yet again.
“You’re trying to seal those flames inside you, right?” Scourge pulled out a ring, but to Mephiles, he didn’t see the significance of this exchange. Scourge snapped and the ring glowed, “Then I’ll make a wish to have this power in-!”
Before all of this, Tails had been hosting Amy at his house, but the flames of Iblis leaked in streaks across Angel Island and they quickly set out to check it out.
Now, as Scourge was declaring his chaotic and powerful desires, Tails had landed the X-Tornado and Amy rushed to the scene first. “Amy, wait-!” he cried out, but she jumped down and rushed to see Knuckles slowly waking up from getting beaten down, and...
“Sonic..?” She looked horrified up at the Green Hedgehog.
“Erk-!?” He gritted his teeth, seeing another dimensional Amy. “YOU!?”
Suddenly, as though the command already issued, Iblis’s power completely broke it’s ties to Mephiles, spinning wildly out of control like a whipping hurricane of lined flames tumbling over each other to spiral down and head towards Amy.
“WHAT!? No! That’s not my-! Nooo..!!!” Scourge watched as the Ring shook his hand and finally burst, letting it’s power merge with Amy as Iblis swarmed her being.
She bent down and screamed as the flames dried up the gloss in her eyes, the tears from the pain, and then only left her with the seared ground beneath her feet as she collapsed.
“You insufferable fool..!” Mephiles dove down, pausing midway as he saw Tails rush out from the cover of the trees. “My Iblis...” He glared, slowly... down at Amy. He began to form a plan to reunite with Iblis... but it couldn’t be as of yet...
“Uhh... I have a feeling this makes that annoying pest somewhat valuable now...” Scourge bit his teeth down as he spoke, raising his head up as though also trying to figure out what to do now.
“I must reunite with... her now.” Mephiles hunched his body forward, as ghostly shadows started leaking from his being, crystalizing himself as though outwardly showing his resolve.
“Unite with... Woah! You sayin’ the only way I can get that power out of her is to-!?” Scourge looked aghast, as though that was the last person he’d want to ‘have fun’ with. He looked to the camera with a face that was clearly disgust, but also extremely agitated. “Ugh... If I have to... might as well let it burn.” a slow rising smirk spread across his face as he looked back at Amy.
Tails looked to the waking Knuckles and then the fainted Amy, before his eyes shook at the strange figures above him... One standing with his arms folding in secret delight at the prospect of conquering more than a new dimension... and the other looked ready to fight anything and everyone to secure himself to the new host of his full, undefiled power source once more...
“Sonic’s gonna hate me, which makes that a bonus, right? Taking his little wench in this dimension and killing off the rest of practically anything else with those flames will make for one heck of a wake-up call.” Scourge pulled his glasses down to cover his eyes, “So... Looks like you’re first, little cinders.” he teased, his glasses reflecting Amy in them... “Sadly, something’s gotta fit.”
After a terrible defeat from an already wounded Knuckles and an unexpecting assault that Tails didn’t plan for, having nothing but his flying-abilities to fight back with, Amy was abducted briefly before Mephiles and Scourge started playing tug-o-war and keep-away, trying to keep the ‘host of Iblis’ so they could harness it’s power by unleashing it again... Sonic had finally found them.
They didn’t get too far, the two were dueling each other as Amy was told her friends had died trying to destroy the flames inside her, and that they thought of her now as a ‘sacrificial lamb’ to save the world.
Hoping this would make Amy cry, Mephiles and Scourge were amazed to discover her resilience. She wouldn’t yield to their lies, and kept trying to flee as she was tossed back and forth between the two.
“Iblis, you must rejoin with me!” Mephiles, through the power of the Chaos Emeralds, was able to summon Shadows and large beams to strike at Scourge, who expertly dodged and weaved through them, taking out the Shadows and grabbing Amy around her waist. “Solaris is our destiny!!!”
“You’re not hot, and I can barely stomach calling you ‘Babe’, but there’s a fire in you that I just gotta taste.” Scourge tilted his head enough for her to see his eyes under the sunglasses, but she was more confused since he really did look like the spitting image of Sonic, just... different colors.
This wasn’t like her mistaking Shadow and Silver for Sonic... this really confused her.
“You... Who are you people!?” She kept pushing against him as he kept trying to bring her closer. “Let me go, you creep!”
He scaled his hand up her bare back in a weird, perverted crawl. “Now, now, the time for cute nicknames can wait, Babe. First, let me get rid of the audience...” Scourge had a wicked sense of delight at spooking her like this, but his attention soon turned to Mephiles, who didn’t realize Scourge’s error in not understanding what he meant by ‘reunite.’.
“If she doesn’t release the flames willingly... I’ll pull them out of her...” He reached out for her as Scourge threw her up on his shoulder, getting ready to fight and depart. “Along with the last breath she’ll ever take...Hahahahah!!!” Mephiles rose in the air before Sonic spin-dashed in a wild stream of light into Scourge, slamming into his gut as Amy was flung from his arms.
“What’s this?” Mephiles curled his fingers and watched as a more ‘familiar’ Sonic uncurled and raced back into the scene.
“I don’t know what you two weirdos want with Amy, but it’s not happening!”
“Sonic!” Amy cried out but some Shadows caught her and started hauling her back as Mephiles hovered down to her.
“So... this is your universe’s hero...” He glared deeply, “Another Sonic...”
Scourge was fuming with leftover hate for the other dimensional Sonic in his universe, and decided to take it out on this one. “Do me a favor, just act like you know me and don’t like me, then I can make this fight reaaaaall satisfying!”
“That shouldn’t be too hard.” Sonic smirked, charging into Scourge who speedily dodged and rammed a punch into his face. ‘What!? He has my super speed!’
“HAHAHAHA!!! You’re even more lamer than that Other Me!” Scourge adjusted his jacket and pulled out a pocket-knife. “No offense, but this is entirely personal...”
While the two were distracted, Mephiles turned to Amy and his minions held her up in the air, “Ah! H-hey! Why am I such a big deal all of a sudden!?” She tried to summon her hammer, and did in fact beat two away, but Mephiles grabbed her hammer and sent a crystalized clawed hand up to her chin.
“I can see them...” His eyes reflected her own... and like flickering flames, she gasped at her reflection. “If you won’t submit to your hopeless fate... then I shall destroy this husk that prevents me from joining into my true self!” he swiped but she bent her head back and dodged, but now... she knew what he meant.
“You’re both trying to kill me... for those flames that encircled me!?” She felt genuine fear then as Mephiles threw his energies into her shadow, causing her to cry out before he lifted her up and and held her in place. “Finally,... I shall have Iblis... And you, Amy Rose, will have some unparalleled significance... For a brief moment after your heart is burnt to a crisp, HAAHAHAH!!!!” He pulled his hand back to power up an attack, similar to the same beam he had used to once destroy Sonic, but Scourge threw his knife and it ‘tink’d off of his head.
“Now, who would be so stupidly ignorant of their own mortal ficklety?” He pivoted in the air as Scourge had gripped Sonic’s head to stop him in-battle... and clearly had thrown the knife.
“So, you lied to me?” Scourge laughed, “If I knew all I needed to do was strangle the girl, I wouldn’t have bided my time having fun with her first!” He laughed, “I’ve still promised the ugly trash a date, kinda hard to please a waiting corpse. Plus, I know that’ll just tick you off in the end anyway...” He turned back to Sonic, who kicked his hand away and looked up to Amy, shadows keeping her up in the air as she struggled and tried to use her hammer to give her some space between the ghostly vines that held her.
“Urk! What the-!? Weren’t you the ones who threw this thing at me in the first place?” Amy kicked her feet as the shadows kept crawling to reach her below. “Ah!”
“Oui, I called first!” Scourge grabbed Sonic’s raised leg and thrashed him with a mighty swing into the shadows.
Mephiles shot beams and hurriedly secured Amy to him, gripping the back of her head so she wouldn’t struggle anymore.
“Ahh!” She cried out as Sonic spun and threw Scourge to the remaining Shadows, who slowly overwhelmed him like zombies...
“No, quit it! Get your hands off the merchan-Nooo..!!!” He was enveloped by them as Sonic turned to Mephiles.
“Whatever thing you forced into Amy’s body... get it out!” Sonic pointed an accusatory hand to Mephiles, before swinging his arm out wide.
The two fought, but all the while, Mephiles was using it to get Amy to see Sonic suffering.
On the verge of crying, seeing Mephiles overtake Sonic and about to jab his sharpened crystalized hand through him, Amy cried out and the Flames encased the sky...
“At last...” Mephiles still went for the kill shot, but something strange happened, Scourge jumped to Iblis, trying to absorb the flames that would not accept him as a host.
“Darn! He’s still connected, huh!?” Guessing it was Amy, he grabbed her and the dark, ghostly flames around her released her from their hold.
Sonic shook his head away and grabbed Mephiles’s emerald, “NOO!!” the shadows all dissipated to the ground as the sound of a plane suddenly threw everyone down slightly as it passed towards the flames.
“Now, Blaze!” Tails cried out as Silver lifted Blaze into the spiraling flames.
The flames joined with her and she disappeared from his world, but the two emeralds she carried fell to Sonic, who finally had enough juice with all seven Chaos Emeralds to go Super Sonic.
“Heheh...” Scourge still knew he had the power of the Master Emerald, he could take on Super Sonic, “A kiss of death for the road?”
“What?”
Amy was jabbed with a knife and fell to the ground... having Scourge’s lips still lingering on hers.
He stuck out his tongue to Sonic and then wiped his mouth as he dropped her down, “Not really my type.” He joked, as Sonic’s color turned darker and he suddenly cried out as he transformed into Dark Sonic.
Mephiles’s eyes twitched at Blaze uniting successfully with Iblis, “But... how!?” before a shadow touched his own. He flinched, turning to see Shadow, Rouge, and Omega behind him.
He slowly began to laugh at the irony... then his laughter rose as he unleashed an all out attack at them.
Silver followed Blaze’s trail, but the universe was becoming unfrozen, and soon... that time-collapse ability was being to rewrite everything back to what it was.
With a flash of light, Amy was back at Tails’s home. She touched her lips and then her side... felt shadows and flames lick at her skin... and the cold, crystalized fingers piecing into the back of her head...
“Amy?”
She looked up from her teacup, shaking her head like nothing was wrong. She looked out the window, seeing nothing strange on Angel Island...
She felt a jab in her side and what felt like a cramp and gripped it tighter, then felt something soaring in her heart as though a beam of darkness binding her back to that timeline...
But she wouldn’t yield to it.
She wouldn’t cry.
She let the pain carry on till the leaking was done and the event... never happened...
“You seem kinda spacy.” Tails made a face and she assured him.
“Come on, you know I daydream constantly.” but she was sweating... she could feel ice tickle under her neck and chin where Mephiles had threatened her, she looked down into the reflection of the teacup... and saw his eyes reflecting flames in hers.
The teacup broke and she covered her mouth, racing out as she remembered a forced, smelly kiss and then the blood from the knife...
She remembered the black... then a dawn of light... and the flames blazing through her.
What she didn’t know... was it was the residue of the timeline that had just occurred, still lingering... almost passed...
She fell to the hill of Tails’s home and gripped the ground, shaking as she forced herself not to cry.
‘If I cry... then that other timeline will exist again!’ she felt her shadow suddenly pull from her, and with terrified eyes, saw Mephiles form out of her elongated silhouette.
“...You saved me...” He gave a low, billowing chuckle that rocked her entirely. “How unfortunate... for you...” He slowly moved towards her, and as she backed away, suddenly felt herself freezing.
“Wha...What’s happ-...” she couldn’t even form the words right, as she felt a chill still her entire being.
He rose his hand and gripped her mouth gently, but with enough force to make it feel like he was going to suffocate her, and looked deep into her eyes again.
“Shhhh... You’ll be dead soon, anyway. Struggle... cry beneath me... it won’t matter if you shout now... Your friends failed to completely remove that timeline from existence. Silver... His accomplice... Their plan has failed you.” He moved closer, a zombie-like head wobble as he looked like the spitting-image of Shadow now... but dulled colors, and she couldn’t figure out why.
That other man... looked like Sonic.
Now this man... looked like Shadow.
What on earth was going on!? Were these beings... forms of other Sonics and Shadows!? How could that possibly be!?
She couldn’t close her eyes, his power in freezing his own timeline failed, but he had joined with her own to preserve himself as a last resort.
Which meant she was the flickering flame... if he blew her out, she really would reset time and he could try all over again.
She didn’t know what to do... Time was jumbled within her core, she was the bridge to multiple timelines and intersecting universes...
“Shh... Just bend to Time’s will... I am infinite... inevitable... you cannot hope to prosper and win this time...” he slowly pulled her down, as though pushing her into the darkness of her own shadow. “I’ll steal your time-energy... take it as my own... and as Time resets, I’ll anticipate those annoying headaches you call ‘Sonics’ and become the destructive force revered as Solaris! I’ll be a God again-!” as though growing impatient for that time, he began to slam her into the darkness where she honestly couldn’t breathe now.
She struggled, swinging her hammer in pitch-blackness, grabbing his unwavering hand and arm in hopes to break free of his hold on her.
But the darkness was draining her time-energy... soon... she would disappear.
‘Sonic...’ she thought to herself, ‘He’ll destroy you... and if I’m connected to the other worlds... he’ll try and use that power to destroy you too... I can’t allow that... I can’t... breathe...’
Then the flames of Iblis burned a light into the world, and swallowed Mephiles in it’s wake.
His eyes widened, “Yes...” he cried out, “YYYEESSS!!!” but just as time was about to be conquered by Mephiles... He let go of Amy as she sunk into the darkness... and another gloved, white hand reached in and pulled her up.
Mephiles was back in his time, it unfroze and he was defeated and erased just as like the first time.
He couldn’t change fate.
But Sonic did.
Sonic pulled Amy up to him, his blackish-blue body encasing her in his own darkness.
A flickering darkness... to match her flickering flame of light.
With Iblis now out of her body, he threw her through a portal made by his uncontrolled Chaos Energy, speedily making it time for her to breathe again,... this time, back at Tails’s house again.
“Amy? You seem kinda spacy.”
Tails’s voice pulled her out as she gasped and the teacup broke again.
“Ah! Hey! Are you okay!?” Tails rushed to her but paused as she darted to the door. “Amy!” he cried out, reaching for her but she had already bolted down the hill.
“Sonnniccc!!!” she cried out, tears bursting from her eyes as the memory she had of that other timeline was quickly being erased from her.
She stopped suddenly and turned to her shadow... seeing Dark Sonic’s glowing white eyes in it.
“...Sonic...” she bent down to reach him, and he matched her action, but her shadow wasn’t of her, it was his own form...
“You’re safe now... Amy.” His eyes bent slighlty, “Time can’t hurt you now.”
“Sonic...” she dug through the earth, wanting to be with him, “What about you! You’re from that time! You’ll fade away!”
His eyes closed and his form turned from her, “That time shouldn’t exist... anything from that time shouldn’t... a world without you... is a world I choose to destroy.”
“Sonic!!!” she watched as her shadow faded in the light of the day... and her tears seemed to ripple into the dark-world she had almost fallen too...
Then Sonic’s silouette appeared coming from behind her and she turned to see Sonic holding three chilidogs. One in each hand, and one sticking out from his mouth.
“Whahh hapahpan?” he spoke with it in his mouth, blinking innocently at her tears. (What happened?)
She tried to hold it in, but dashed to him, hugging him as he struggled to not drop the food.
“I-!” a flash of light... and when she opened her eyes.... she couldn’t remember why she was crying. “I don’t know... I can’t... remember...”
The pain in her side, the fire in her soul, and the cold icy spikes on her face were... gone.
“I guess... I just missed you.” she pulled away then, “Are you okay?”
He blinked, raising an eyebrow. “Yah’re wahrd.’ He answered back, then saw Tails flying towards them. (You’re weird.)
“There you two are!” he waved, having also forgotten everything as in that flash, the teacup was still upon the table, undisturbed...
They waved back to Tails and it appeared to be another normal evening...
(I hope I did alright XD Not as evilly romantic as you may have wanted it to be, but I felt it fit their characters more this way..? and yes, Timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly logic that makes this perfectly in line with Sonic 06 logic >u>; )
#sonic au#sonic au prompt#sonamy#dark sonamy#mephilesxamy#scourgexamy#mephiles the dark#scourge the hedgehog#sonic prompt#sonamy prompt#dark sonamy prompt#cutegirlmayra
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Black or White Week Challenge Day 4
Argument (1)
!!!ANGST WARNING!!!!
*Continue reading Misty’s notebook. *
M. 1 May, 201X
The experiment begin. I asked Undyne to raised her bar of the training lessons for the twins and behaved more strictly than usual. As for me, I focused my attention more on White than Black. Just what I thought, White appeared to be very upset on the first day. He failed the lessons while Black got a full mark. There is no doubt that his fighting skills is inferior to Black’s. Hang in there, child. I promise this will not last long.
M. 5 May, 201X
King Asgore recently has been asking about that thing again. As soon as he left, I called my assistants bringing the blueprint to my lab. Although it was just a concept and Asgore kept telling me not to rush it, we have to work on it. After all, a King’s demand cannot be postponed.
M. 1 June, 201X
While working on the blueprint, I discovered that extracting a soul from a living monster would require incredible power. Simply casting magic spells on it will instantly destroyed the soul’s host. Unlike human souls, monsters faced upon death by turning into dust......hope the blueprint I designed can resolve this problem.
M. 15 June, 201X
I have been researching humans to see if I can find any information about their souls. I ended up wandering in the castle. Except finding some useful books in the royal bookshelves, I found some weird tapes in the drawers.
......
......I do not think King Asgore should watch them......neither do I.
M. ?? September, 201X
*You found it difficult to read the words in this page*
I finally finished the blueprint. Usi-......soul from my dear human friend...... extracted successfully, but......went wrong......blast......assistants......ded gone...... a failure......frustrated......manage to get the soul back......damaged......
......I happened to met Black in the lab......not sure why he is here......fishy.
M. ?? October, 201X~M. ?? November, 201X
*Most of the words were written in a bunch of hand gestures, you cannot understand*
ＦＡＩＬＵＲＥ ＠％︿＆＊＿｛｝﹀ＢＰ＋＄＆)＊！＃......
M. ?? December, 201X~M. ?? February, 201X
*The pages have been torn off*
M. 21 March, 201X
It took me a very long while to come to my senses. The pages had been torn off owing to my frustrations. I could hardly remember what I have done in those months by examining the previous notes. The only thing I am certain is all of my assistants had died during the extraction. Except Alphys, she did not participate on that day since she was looking for some parts for Mettaton in the Trash Zone.
I need to repair the machine right away.
M. 10 April, 201X
Almost done repairing the machine.
I noticed White had acted quite different......He used to smile and draw a lot, but recently I found his notebook and stationary were dumped in the trashcan......I asked him why did he do this, he said nothing. All I can see is sadness and fear in his eyes.
I think I had forgot something important. However, I could not remember it.
M. 25 April, 201X
I have never given the twins a proper name. However, many monsters started calling them White-out and Black-out. Asking for reasons, most of them answered that recently "White-out" had become shy and cool while "Black-out" was growing optimistic and out-going, it was getting harder to recognize them only based on their personalities and the color of their clothes. Therefore, monsters simply added a "-out" to distinguish the difference from each other.
Although I said nothing much at that time, I strongly dislike it...... Just like how they called me "Misty" instead of my true name......
M. 5 May, 201X
I was surprised to see River Person, the fortune teller, showed up at my house this morning. It warned me that there is trouble looming on the horizon. If I do not want to reach a bad ending, I should change my mind and take actions immediately before it happened.
......This is the second time it warned me, which gives me a bad feeling.
M. 13 May, 201X
......
The pillars that sealed demon Xorzhir underneath were destroyed.
All the efforts contributed by the savior and countless warriors were in vain.
Now monster will suffer from endless destruction once again.
I was mad. I was driven by depression.
Since White has been labeled as a bad kid for a unknown reason, and Black said that he is the one who broke the pillar spell, I took action without thinking even further.
I have never hurt my child like this. I overreacted.
“......Why can’t you just......listen to me?”
“......”
“I don’t wanna be in this family anymore!!!”
White left while tossing his heart locket on the ground.
Later, Black came to apologize. He admitted that he threw White at the pillars during the fight, so he should be responsible for the broken pillars.
But he lied to me at the very first moment.
......
......White is not that kind of monster......I should have thought twice.
I have made a BIG mistake.
*This is the end of the notebook.*
=‘D
Finally finished this part! woooo!!
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Quarantine.23
[Masterlist]
Pairing: BTS x reader Friends2Lovers But as slow as you can go until the anticipation kills us all…
Genres: friendship, drama, romance SLOWEST OF BURNS BUT IT WILL BE BURNING AN ETERNAL FLAME!!!
Rating: PG-13 and above
Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city.
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Announcement: This is dedicated to @brittanybtsarmy who said I leave them on edge and wanting more. This one is for you. It isn’t particularly long but I like where it ends cause it leaves you on edge and wanting more. Also I got seven posted notes worth of story line and each post it note has three chapters on it so that’s 21 chapters worth. Woooo... and that just covers this first arc I am creating I really hope you are all enjoying this story and that you stick around to make your Quarantine time less lonely.
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Inside the clinic, Jungkook watched you turn off all the lights and shush everyone, the gang were in the area and you couldn’t give away your position. The Doctor who's name tag read Chang seemed to realise the situation and pulled you both out of the waiting room, so you wouldn’t be spotted through the glass doors. “Mister Jeon, I hear you have dislocated your shoulder, how is it feeling?”
“Better after the medicine”
“I administered it on the first go” Jungkook watched you boast proudly with a big grin
“Lucky you” the doctor showed off his hands to him and you smacked his arm, causing Jungkook to chuckle. “Let me look at the damage”
Jungkook watched you leave the room and felt his heart drop, he didn’t want you to leave again, not after he just got you back. The doctor smiled knowingly, “So you are one of the young men who broke her heart?” Jungkook looked down guilty, sliding his shirt down his injured arm. “It was scary, I had never seen anyone react so strongly, we had to sedate her and the next morning she just disappeared. We don’t know exactly what happened between the time she left until her return, but what we do know is she heard about a teenage boy who had appendicitis. She carried him all the way to the hospital on foot and talked to him the whole way there. When she got there she heard the hospital was running out of supplies. She turned walking all the way back and filling up a wagon and walking all the way back. It was her third delivery that we offered her the scooter thinking it would be the best to navigate in the fog. She is a remarkable young girl when the pain and suffering were trying to shut her down, instead of curling up she opened up. If she was to suffer she would gladly take the pain of others if it meant they were happy.”
“I don’t know what happened but before she went and got you something had changed, she wasn’t suffering anymore, she was happy. It was like she finally got closure. Not only has she overcome the situation she was in she is now thriving, its slow one foot after the other but she is walking uncharted emotions taking those first steps and creating a path. I am warning you, as a doctor, don’t hurt her again, the human heart can only take so much”
Jungkook couldn’t speak, only nodding his throat feeling tight, while they felt crummy sitting safely in the company building, you were out here risking your lives for others and doing things that actually mattered and changed lives. He felt even worse and it had nothing to do with his shoulder, they had literally been complaining about being stuck inside doing dish duty and you walked two hours two a hospital to deliver a teen in your arms, two hours back to get supplies two hours to deliver them in by pulling them in a wagon and two hours back.
He silently cursed that he had let his hyungs tell you those horrible things via the radio that day. That he didn’t argue and they didn’t choose a different method to getting you to stay. This had to be resolved. That is if he was even worthy of someone so gentle and kind-hearted. What made matters worse was how you believed every word, and he knew you did the way you stared at the floor refusing to look him in the eyes. The way he kissed you, and you didn’t exactly kiss back. It was like he put his heart in his hands and you didn’t take it. You were scared of him. Jungkook didn’t know how to prove to you that you were worth more than they led you to believe. That you deserve so much and that they were the monsters for treating you the way they did.
Jungkook held in his small desperate yelp when he shoulder was thrust back into place, the relief that followed was almost instant. Of course, there was an underlying tenderness to the joint but otherwise, it was feeling as good as new. He didn’t get long to relax before there was a loud heavy banging at the door. He rolled off the small examination table and followed Doctor Chang to the reception to see the men standing there holding guns and a Walkie Talkie. He waved three fingers at them and Doctor Chang picked up the Walkie turning it to channel three.
“Hello, how can I help you, are you injured?”
“We want the girl, the foreigner, we know she is with you?”
“She wears a Hazard suit and on the headpiece, she drew a face on the back, you know the one?”
“I don’t know any girl by that description,” Doctor Chang said bluntly, looking at Jungkook confused “Do you?”
“Listen here Doc, if you don’t send her out we will break these pretty little windows huh, let see you treat your patients when they are all asphyxiating.”
Jungkook took the radio, “I will get her” he said his face blank of any emotion and his hand twitching slightly.
“You are a good man” the gunmen pointed through the glass at Jungkook, who gave Doctor Chang a silent look and pushed past. Jungkook walked into the woman’s bathroom, he could hear the shower running and saw your suit folded up beside your clean clothes. He knocked on the door of the stall and you poked your head out.
“Jungkook is everything okay?” You held a towel to your front and watched him curiously.
“Yes, I just wanted to um…” he paused watching the water droplets run down the side of your neck losing everything he wanted to say. It was trapped in his head. ‘I’m sorry’, ‘we didn’t mean it’, ‘you mean so much to us’, ‘it was all a lie’, ‘I love you’. None of these words left his mouth instead he pushed the door to the stall open grabbing your face and kissing you with everything he had. The kiss was desperate conveying all the emotions he could. Your bottom lip being pulled between his before he pulled back letting it go with a sigh.
You were both panting and he hummed “That is all” he pulled the door shut telling you to lock it and when he heard the confirmation he snatched the suit and helmet getting dressed in the next room before walking out. He made quick eye contact with Doctor Chang before he hung his head and went to the front door. The doctor unlocked the door letting him out and they turned away. Being the smart boy he was, his phone was hidden inside his suit on silent waiting for him to plan his escape.
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Doctor Chang told you what had happened when you left the bathroom, he seemed upset and nervous. Watching for your reaction, you grabbed Jungkook’s hazard suit and helmet, walkie talkie in one hand, gun in the other. Heading for the door. It opened the few soldiers left behind to watch over the area walked in one with a bullet wound to the arm. It was embedded into the skin and Doctor Chang called you into the room to assist him, but also to keep you from running after Jungkook irrationally.
You were listening to everything he said about the bullet wound care in an effort to keep your mind from wandering. Once the wound was sutured shut, the soldiers had agreed to help rescue Jungkook but they needed to form a plan and to get closer to the location. The plan involved taking a few of the men into custody, and stealing their suits again while your suits were yellow and bright emergency colors theirs were painted black and grey in an urban disguise.
The suits were the perfect disguise as visibility through the visors were limited. All you needed was to find a few unsuspecting gang members with the suits. Lucky for you, you knew where to find them. A little alley way a short distance from the BigHit building. You knew the group well and had listened to them talk about their favorite female idols.
You used to laugh at how they spoke into the walkie. It was like a teenager being forced to talk to his parents about his day at school. A lot of ‘fine’ ‘yeah’ and ‘whatever’s’. It took little time to take the three soldiers - the forth stayed behind at the clinic - through the streets.
Pointing ahead in the fog they held their guns out and moved along silently, the five gunmen were restrained. You took their weapons, walkie talkies and phones. Guiding them to the BigHit building you felt your shoulders tense once more. Not only had you not spoken to the Boy’s in the building since the incident a week and a bit ago. You also lost their friend and band member. The five men were stripped out of there suits and taken by security.
“Y/N” Thomas called hugging you, he looked you over frowning, “Why are you, with the soldiers and Why are you so thin?”
“The army are sending a few soldiers over within the house to take the mean in for questioning” You quickly grabbed one of the suits preparing to get changed, picking one that appeared to be the cleanest.
“What are you doing?” Thomas said “you're not leaving again?”
“Y/n?” Taehyung said curiously, you turned to see the boys walking over each looking tired, Jimin seemed to have lost weight looking as gaunt as yourself.
“What’s happening?” Jimin asked
“They took Jungkook, that idiot gave himself up for me and now he is in danger”
“Why did he give himself up?” Thomas asked
“That’s what I am asking, I am a nobody, and I mean nothing to him, why risk his life so casually, for someone he doesn’t even consider a friend. But that’s not the point he is my patient and we need to think of a plan to bring him back”
“You can use our meeting room” Namjoon guided you all to the elevator, it was squishy inside. Taehyung looked at you upset, you felt his fingers brush your hand, swallowing thickly trying to remove the tension from your body as he gently slipped your small hand into his larger one threading your fingers hesitantly hoping you didn’t pull away.
You held his hand but it didn’t mean anything like it used to, the action lost it’s emotional meaning and was now just two palms pressed together, nothing more than a scientific evaluation. No hidden meaning, no feelings, you were a professional. Just comforting a client, you told yourself trying to tell yourself that your heart didn’t beat faster. You know, one who lost her patient to a bunch of dangerous men.
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The Haunt of Redemption (7)
Sequel to: A Path I Can’t Follow
Chapter 7: What The Heart Beckons | Cal Kestis x Reader
Summary: It has been months since your last encounter with Cal, at that time he was a fledgling Inquisitor. In an ironic twist of fate, you cross paths and blades with him once again, and he’s keen on turning you into an Inquisitor as well—unless you bring him back to the light first.
Tags: Dark Side! Cal Kestis, Inquisitor! Cal Kestis, Redemption Arc! Cal Kestis
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You apologize to Obi-Wan profusely for giving him this responsibility.
“Oh come now, there’s no need for apologies,” he smiled. “I believe there is a reason for all of this.”
“What is?”
“Everything happening right now, and I truly believe that there’s an endgame. Though, I can’t say for sure if it will benefit the good or the bad.”
“Well, the only way to find out is to see how it all plays until the very end. What I’m in is just another part of the game,”
“Indeed.”
He joined you outside his abode and taught you a shorter way to your ship, it was a path that leads you away from the places where the Tusken Raiders are more likely to be found.
“Just keep low by the rocks,” Obi-Wan added.
“Got it. Thank you, Master Kenobi,” you said as you slung your bag and headed downhill.
“Oh, and [y/n]?” his call stopped your in your tracks, you look back and find him smiling. “May the Force be with you.”
A load from your chest dissolved, your heart felt light after hearing those words.
“May the Force be with you, Master Kenobi.” You bid back and headed out this time for sure.
You were thankful that he gave you directions to a shortcut, which was significantly shorter in terms of travel time and easier to traverse on. There were no animals that you could tame and ride like the Varans; you could only see those large, brown beasts that move slower than a Slyyyg’s pace and gave up on searching possible mounts to make the trip faster.
Halfway in, you uncapped a bottle and brought its nozzle to your mouth—careful not to spill, you gulped every cold drop that frostbit the walls of your throat. You had to conserve the water while you’re still out in the open. Along the way, the tense heat has finally subsided—but it only meant that it’s getting dark soon. Gold and indigo colors mingled in the sky over the horizon, the twin suns changed from a harsh, blinding white-yellow light, it dimmed down to a soft orange hue.
“It’s beautiful, BD,” you sighed.
“Woooo!”
“Shame he’s not here to see it. He always liked sunsets. I wonder if he still does,”
The ridge where the Mantis sat by was close. Cere could see you from below, she’s sitting by the open entry ramp with Merrin and Greez waiting outside the ship. From where you stand, you slid down the slope of sand and jumped down at the end with the sand cushioning the impact of your landing.
“Gods, [y/n], what happened to you?!” Merrin exclaimed, the first thing she noticed was the purple patch on your face.
“I ran into some… locals. I don’t think they like visitors,” you blurted.
“I’ll go get some ice for that,” the Nightsister rushed into the ship and you could hear the clattering of the cabinet doors.
“Well, how did it go?” Cere asked.
“It went actually better than I hoped for. I’ll tell you on the way,” you shifted to Greez. “Can the ship make another jump?”
“Right, of course! Let me just fire the old girl up!” he dryly chuckled and then sprinkled in some extra grumbling as he waddled into the ship.
“He was more eccentric than I hoped,” you snickered as you and Cere entered the ship together.
You hopped right into your seat in the ship and typed another string of coordinates into the computer. From your periphery, you saw Greez peeking over your shoulder as a small image of the planet flashes on the screen.
“Where… are you taking us this time?”
“Alyon, it’s a remote planet. Tropical and temperate. You’d love it there, Greez!”
“Oh sure, I love overworking my sweat glands with severely humid tropical temperature!”
You shot him your smug face, “Punch it then.”
The Mantis appeared in the sky, Obi-Wan watched the ship fly away out of the atmosphere until it was nothing but a silver speck in the clouds. He gave out a resigned sigh, turned to the other side of Tatooine’s horizon, something about that small, white dome sitting in the middle of nowhere made him smile. He retreated into his cottage as the suns begin to sink.
Thankfully, Tatooine and Alyon are in the same system, although there was a stretch of distance between them; Greez said not to worry as the Mantis could cover the distance without overworking the lightspeed compressor.
Everyone won’t admit it, but they’re anxious once they’re in deep space. Greez was beginning to regret declining your offer in outfitting more powerful ion cannons on the Mantis, however, it’s doing well so far. The scanners weren’t picking up any blips, it was also negative on Cere’s side—she’s not picking up any Imperial signals.
“They can still calculate our last known trajectory, y’know,” Greez pointed out.
“Then it’s like looking back and forth on lines scribbled on paper: pointless.”
“I wish I had the same perspective, kiddo,”
You dismissed yourself to your bedroom and shed all over your outer clothes, exempting the tank top. You slouched on the bed and examined your once-messed up leg. BD-1 panned his scanners across your shin and beeped out his diagnosis.
“Really? That’s good to hear. I can’t fight our ginger Inquisitor with a screwed-up leg, right?”
“Wooo!” BD whistled in agreement.
It was another long trip, enough for Greez to keep the ship on auto-pilot while still travelling through hyperspace and whip up some snacks. You gave a hard pass. You decided to rest in your bedroom—suddenly, you weren’t so used to desert heat. You preferred the temperate kind all because of Cameegon.
While the others snack away with fruits and bread, you paid a visit on the workbench—particularly, Cal’s lightsaber. You shut your eyes and tried to recall everything, as if trying to recognize him by repeatedly playing all the memories in your mind: his dark-tinted hair, the stubble that tickled your cheeks and jaw, the way he spoke with his eyes, the trademark lightsaber of the Inquisitor and the fluid way he moved with it. Thankfully, the imprints on the saber remained the same—you’re still figuring out if there was a way to get rid of the negative feelings.
You passed the time tweaking and polishing both sabers. Every once in a while, you’d use his saber to practice dual-wielding—conjoined or otherwise. You’ve indulged so much in your pastime that you didn’t notice the silence.
Meanwhile, Cal has flown back into his command ship hours ago and is staying in his personal quarters after the garrison has been established. In the solitude of his bedroom, he allowed himself to lose control: his lightsaber flung across the bedroom, a clang vibrated across the stale metal walls, he swept away the glasses and pitchers littered on his island counter, the datapads and hologram pucks flew off from the table in a single swing of the arm.
From the outside, the patrolling guards stared at the door, listening for the muffled noises coming from Cal’s side. They traded slow, awkward glances at one another—the banging sounds made their shoulders jump with every impact, they’re somewhat anticipating for indistinct shouts and roars but none came.
“I think we should call the cleaning droid,” one Stormtrooper suggested.
“Yep. I’ll radio that now,”
Minutes later, a protocol droid comes knocking in and introducing itself while doing the work. The least the Eleventh Brother could do was be polite to it and not scare it off.
“My apologies for the mess,” he sighed.
“Oh, it’s not a bother, sir. I will have these broken items replaced immediately.”
“Thank you,”
The Eleventh Brother gave himself time to calm down in the presence of the droid—he liked his privacy too much for anybody or anything to see him be himself. The droid leaves after rearranging the things on the floor, though it avoided the lightsaber lying on the floor. When the blast door shut, the young Inquisitor brooded over everything in his mind: the thoughts before, during and after his encounter with you in the forest, his impression of you, and the feelings he’s repressed all this time.
The seething rage and anger—which he doesn’t know whom to direct it to—burned all over his body. It was so intense that it made him feel hot all over. He tugged at his collar, struggled to take slow breaths, and clear his mind. Those efforts proved to be futile. He propped himself against the edge of his holotable, staring blankly at the empty surface of the machine, and attempted to clear his mind once more.
A faint, soothing sensation entered his body out of the blue.
It was sudden yet gentle, like a quick jab that landed a careful impact. The sensation—its warmth—was familiar though he can’t point his finger on it. He couldn’t explain it.
The Eleventh Brother starts to seek it, surveying his bedroom to trace where that feeling was coming from—it was the Force that beckoned him, but it wasn’t the Dark Side, he knew it wasn’t.
He still hasn’t mastered how to revel in it the way he’s supposed to—the Grand Inquisitor saw that. The master also saw that his groomed fledgling is still clinging on to certain emotions.
“If you cannot bring yourself to let those feelings go, you will either grow weak or you will have to make yourself resourceful with it.” The lumbering Pau’an once lectured the boy some time ago in the middle of his training.
The voice of the Grand Inquisitor and his words on that lesson rang in his head, but it was short-lived. He kept his mind fixed onto that strange feeling that caught his attention. The idea of following it, finding it, sounded appealing to him—it was almost seductive. This spurred his curiosity and led him out of his bedroom. The young Inquisitor prowled through the hallways, ignoring everyone who bumped into him—the employees didn’t even greeted or nodded to him, they simply gave way.
It felt like the trail was growing colder, weaker, and he was inclined to think it was just the exhaustion getting to him.
Cal found himself in an empty corridor. Am I in a dead end? He pondered to himself.
“[y/n]…?”he dared to utter. He didn’t know why, he felt like saying it.
Oddly enough, you heard your name being called. You turned around and there was nothing. But the voice… You know that voice better than anyone. Just hearing it spiked your senses—especially seeing, hearing, and feeling.
The discovery made you drop everything you’re doing—you put down the rag and the lightsaber part you’re polishing to search for the voice that uttered your name. You didn’t respond and hoped it would speak again.
What’s this feeling I’m picking up? You wonder in the dead silence.
Cal turned his head the other way and saw you standing at the dead end, with your back turned to him.
“[y/n]?” he takes one cautious step close.
In Cal’s perspective, he can see you physically—it’s as if you’re standing in the corridor with him. You were moving naturally with the subtle head-tilts followed by the slight brushing of your ponytail against your back, the pivot of your arms and elbows, and the noticeable shine of the lightsaber nestled in delicate grip of your fingers. He gulped a non-existent lump in his throat when your tank top partially revealed your upper back and the strap slid off from your shoulder.
When did she get here?
The echo of your name rung again behind you; this time you decide to do it slowly—first, angling your neck until you could glance over your shoulder. All of a sudden, you find Cal standing in front of you inside your bedroom in the Mantis!
When did he get here!?
Normally, you would’ve jumped or screamed and literally dropped everything to the floor. But it doesn’t make any sense to you. How did he get past? Why didn’t anybody from outside warn you about him?
“You see me, don’t you?” he spoke.
“And you see me?”
“As clear as day.”
You shake your head slightly, “I don’t understand…”
“What’s going on?”
You didn’t answer—rather, you couldn’t answer and you looked for an answer. It was crazy, but you took a step forward—and Cal sees your every move from his point of view too, he didn’t even realize his feet have dragged him one step forward, past the small bed.
“Where… where are you?” you asked.
“In my command ship,”
He guessed that you’re in the Mantis. Where else would you be?
His eyes trailed from bottom up. He spotted the bruise on your cheekbone, by impulse he stepped closer with his arm slightly reaching for you.
“What happened to you?”
“Huh?” you instantly realize that you forgot that you’ve been struck by a Tusken Raider. “It’s nothing. I… I bumped into a wall.”
An unamused chuckle huffed between his lips, “You, of all people? I doubt it.”
“Look, whatever it is you’re doing, stop it!”
“I’m not doing anything. This isn’t on me,”
From that reply, the confusion just spiraled deeper.
“Do you think the Force connected us?” he added.
“But how did it…?”
You trailed off. Thinking about it more just gave you migraine. An inch was the only thing that stood between the two of you. This was the only docile moment you’ve ever shared. Standing so close to him made your chest constrict, hot tears welled up and stung your eyes—you got a better look of Cal, without violently flinging lightsabers at one another. Past that dark façade, you hoped that he’s still the same boy you still love.
The young Inquisitor fondly gazes back at the girl—his girl—standing in front of him; although he isn’t entirely sure whether it’s all real or just an illusion, nonetheless, it was something he didn’t know he needed.
Another step closer to you. He can almost feel the warm air around the Mantis and hear the machine hum.
“It’s still you,” you gasped.
“What do you mean?”
“I still see the real you. I still feel the good in you,”
He wanted to prove you wrong. But what good will his words do? Will telling you that he’s not the same person shake your resolve? No, even when you’re far apart from one another—he still knows you all too well.
You slowly hoist your hand, you watch Cal mirror you, and like magnets your fingers gravitated towards each other. The inches diminish every second.
To feel each other once more…
It felt like a sin. The thought of it. The act of it.
“Kid, get in here!”
Greez’s abrupt call through the speakers in the room startled you and faltered your focus altogether; in the next second you blinked, Cal was gone. You were all alone again in the quarters. You shrugged it off and decided that it was wise to keep it to yourself; you hurried to the cockpit and co-piloted from your seat.
As for Cal, he wasn’t sure what went wrong. His fingertips were so close to yours, in the blink of an eye, he found himself alone in that corridor. A lieutenant patrolling the area spotted the Eleventh Brother standing in the middle of the way, looking left and right for something.
“Sir, is there something wrong?” the officer initiated.
“Nothing, I just… took a wrong turn,”
Cal marched past the lieutenant and headed back to his chambers. Questions piled up in his head, followed by theories and assumptions that do more harm than good—it just made him overthink, and overthink he did when he shut the door behind him and rummaged through his small shelf of texts from the Jedi Temple ruins in Coruscant as well as manuscripts that the Grand Inquisitor loaned.
Crusty parchments rustled between his fingers as he flipped the page, every once in a while, his finger would run down the pages to find a keyword or a drawn figure—anything goes. Reporting this to the Grand Inquisitor treaded in a gray line between “do it” and “do not do it” for Cal. Regardless, he’s found another thing to while away: sticking his nose into the books for the sake of figuring out the answer to how and why the Force connected the two of you together.
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Core
“No I am not, just working on this Wolfbane file.”
ZM
"Ooo~ cool. Can we check out that book we were looking at before? Or does this place not work like a library."
Core
“I trust Shatter to bring it back, so yes you may borrow the folder.”
ZM
"Sweet thank you" She sits on the floor crosslegged flipping through the folder. "Which do you wanna get next tonic?" "Oh, um orion?" She flips to that.
Core
It was in the ‘adventure time’ au.
ZM
she looks to shatter who said that. "Ah, alright. Wonder if we'll meet fin. Its so weird meeting fictional characters haha! "
Core
“Well we just need to find this hunter.” Shatter said.
ZM
"Maybe its fin." She jokes. "Shatter would you do the honers of taking us there?"
Core
Shatter made a portal. “Says here ‘hunter princess’”
ZM
"Bubble gum! Kidding, is hunter princess what they call her?" She goes through.
Core
“It literally just says hunter princess, forest, adventure time au.”
ZM
"So helpful." She slides down a little hill in the forest. "Hunter princes! Wherever you are come here"
Core
“What do you want?” A voice sais
ZM
"oh uh, you have a gem?"
Core
“Yes I have the jewel you seek, but it’ll cost ya.”
ZM
"yeah, and what's that."
Core
“The feather of a cockatrice, get me that, and the jewel is yours.”
ZM
"Random. Why?"
Core
“It can heal cancer, and also be used as a spell ingredient.”
ZM
"what's this spell than?"
Core
“Turn people into stone.”
ZM
"sure.... whatever yeah we'll get that for you." chara waves her hand. "were can we find it?"
Core
“On a cockatrice, it lives in the desert.”
ZM
"k" she turns and they go to the desert "how big do you think this chicken is?" she asks shatter
Core
“18 to 50 feet, but my form is 25.” Shatter said
ZM
"that is a big chicken. we should bring it back for horror."
Core
“She would eat it, but watch out for it’s eyes.”
ZM
"yee i know sis, medusa chicken, i'm ready."
Core
“I have an idea, when we find it, I’ll turn into a mole and kick sand in it’s eyes.”
ZM
"sounds good. it is freaking me out a little that it lives in the desert."
Core
“Why?”
ZM
"well there's nothing here. it's not like it burrows, does it?"
Core
“Cockatrice are cold blooded, so it is perfect.”
ZM
"hmm, they must be pretty hardy." chara points "hey is that it?" in the distance there's a figure.
Core
Shatter looked and saw familiar plumage. “Yep.” She turned into a mole and dug underground
ZM
Chara laid low and watched
Core
She appeared in front of the bird and kicked sand
ZM
The bird shook it's head and glared at the mole relizing there were no eyes it got mad and looked for another victim
Core
Shatter assumed she got both eyes and turned back to normal.
The creature turned to their good eye, luckily shatter turned into a cockatrice just in time, the twos ability balancing out
ZM
(Stare down of the cockatrice.) Chara had been trying to sneak to the back of it and pluck a fether. She was close
Core
Shatter kept the cockatrice’s attention, though that wasn’t very hard since it turned out the wild one was male. (Sorry not sorry but he is trying to flirt)
ZM
(Lol) Chara gets ready to jump and right after she pluck it she did, right over the two of them and started to run to tonic.
Core
Shatter then attacked the male, showing she was NOT interested
ZM
"Woooo!" Chara runs and grabs tonics paw while waving the feather in the other hand.
Core
Shatter nodded and started to run off, noticing the male following.
ZM
Chara didn't look back so she didn't notice until she wondered what was making shatter as far back as she was.. "hurry up shatter?" She calls.
Core
Shatter used her wings to jump up and kick the male,
ZM
Chara heard the male cry out as shatter gouged his chest
ZM
Chara's curiosity wins and she looks back making sure to look low.
Core
Shatter killed the male, turning back. “He wouldn’t take a hint!”
ZM
"Oh I think he took it shatter haha!" She goes back and gets a couple more feathers for fun. "Alright let's get back."
Core
Shatter nodded, following
ZM
When they got there chara waves the feathers at the princess. "There you go. Why do you even have the gem if you're willing to give it up that fast?"
Core
“Getting the feathers is not that easy.” The woman said, tossing the blue gem to Chara
ZM
"OK better question, where did you get the gem?"
Core
“This lady with floating hair and glowing eyes gave it to me.”
ZM
"Didn't she tell you not ta give it away? Cause dang."
Core
“She told me find someone worthy.”
ZM
"Cool. Guess we win~" she sets the gem in, bright red color slowly dies down as it settles in. Chara spins the outside ring.
Core
It landed on pegasus
ZM
She showed shatter with a smile it glowed yellow.
" pegasus huh." Chara says "wonder what it'll be like"
Core
“Says Dracopedia AU, so more feathers.”
ZM
"well a'ight. not sure exactly what that means but i like surprises. let's go" chara says.
Core
“Also be careful, this au has my most dangerous forms
ZM
"eh, we're fine. we've got you."
Core
“True.” Shatter shrugged, making a portal to the mountains.
ZM
the three of them enter, it's late at night with a new moon making it pretty dark. the three of them made their own light for each of them. "okay, so, where is this thing?"
Core
“Well it lives in the mountains, so somewhere here”
ZM
"do these kinds of pegasuses... like, make nests?" chara asks
Core
“Kinda?” Shatter started, turning into an eight legged lizard large enough for Chara and Tonic to ride up the steep slopes. “They make large areas of flat stone to roost.”
ZM
"huh." chara hops on with tonic. "you have good night vision in this form shatter?"
Core
‘Actually it’s pretty decent, this is a Saharan Basilisk by the way’ she said, climbing up the slopes
ZM
they climb until they hit the top where it flatten out. there is a cliff in front of them they'd have to climb to get higher.
Core
Shatter looked around, sniffing the ground
ZM
the watch starts to glow indigo again. tonic holds it in a certain direction and it gets brighter.
Core
“I got a scent” Shatter said, turning the same direction. And bolting
ZM
tonic looses there balance almost falling off shatter's back. chara leans forward holding tight. "weeee! hahah " chara squeels.
Core
Shatter used her tail to help Tonic stay on as she climbed
ZM
shatter climbs up some of the cliff but than the sent is to the right. she can't see anything that way but the sent clearly leads that way.
Core
She turned to follow the sent, the basilisk’s eyes were small so this form mainly relied on scent anyway.
ZM
the cliff ended there, the mountain side dropping drastically. the sent came from inside the wall they climbed on, there was a spell of some sort on it it seemed as shatter touched it, the wall quivered.
Core
Shatter used her tail to snake the wall, again and again.
*smack
ZM
the harder she hit it the more it pushed back, like counter.
Core
Shatter growled at this. ‘You two get off for a second
ZM
there was a small ledge that they were able to stand on, though it was very thin they both did as they were told, tonic's light helping a lot.
Core
Shatter went over and started digging, something this form was great at
ZM
she could see that the spell was a bubble and went all around the protected area, even in the rock.
Core
Shatter bit at it, trying to tear
ZM
that was the most effective as the bubble's crease she made with the bite turned a light green
Core
She shook her head as she continued to bite
ZM
she eventually got through that, a bit more rock in her way before she could go into the grotto. shatter could hear sounds coming from in there. tonic inches their way over to where shatter was watching.
Core
Shatter dug through the rock with ease, once she made a big enough hole she went and got Tonic and Chara
ZM
the inside of this little hide away was quite nice. very cozy. there was a young looking Pegasus on the ground under some kind of animal pelt.
ZM
tonic and chara go in, chara looking around and finding gems. "oooo" she bends down to them and sees a little dragon there. much younger than the Pegasus. it was garding the gems
Core
“Dragonettes?’ Shatter questioned, confused. ‘They are domesticated so that must mean-‘ Shatter said before screeching as an arrow went through one of this form’s small eyes.
ZM
tonic jumped in surprise before bolting to where the arrow came from intending to rip up who ever did that's arm or whatever.
Core
He saw a male human. “Watch our you two! Basilisks are deadly, I’ve never seen one this far from the desert...” Shatter scratched the arrow out, blue blood stained that side of her face.
ZM
tonic bit into this guy's arm and pulled him to the ground.
Core
The guy had on armor. “What are you doing imp?! I saved you!” The man said, throwing Tonic into the dirt. Shatter heard this and hissed, raising her spines. She now could just barely see anything
tonic shook their head. "No! don't hurt her!" tonic growl/whines.
Core
“And why not?! They are dangerous!” The man yelled
Core
(He’s so cute argh!!! Shatter you better protect the bean!!)
ZM
"She wasn't hurting anyone." They say firmly. "Who are you?" Tonic asks sitting up. (Yee shatter, tonics gonna get in all kinds of trouble.)
Core
“It is after my steed! And I am Orion, rider of the winged horse.” He said.
ZM
"Funny that, we just met the representative of orion somewhere else." Tonic says quietly. "Do you mean that filly? It's hardly a steed."
Core
The horse seemed to hear this and charged at Tonic. Shatter heard the galloping and quickly got over Tonic, using herself as a shield.
ZM
Tonic being the skittish thing that he is jumped again. tonic tries to reason with the man saying they didn't know what they were doing and they were just looking for something. Chara saunters out of the cave thing holding the small dragon in her arms petting it as it purred watching the spectacle.
Core
It was a hatchling, fire red and covered in black spots, The man calmed down the horse, who and a golden collar with an indigo gem in the center. Shatter stayed over Tonic.
ZM
Tonic looked to shatter as if questioning if they should ask for the stone.
Core
Shatter nodded softly( Night)
ZM
"um... sir? That is actually what we're looking for." Tonic points to the horses neck. Chara steps over to them.
Core
“The gem? Do you have the ring?” He asked.
ZM
"Yes." Tonic nods as chara fishes it out of her pocket and shows him.
Core
“I see, well...” he took the gem out of the collar. “This is yours then.”
ZM
Chara's hands are full or else she would have taken it it, tonic takes it instead. "Why are you giving it up so easily?" Tonic asks
Core
“That barrier is not easy to get through, not to find it in the first place. You passed the test.” He said
ZM
Tonic looks unsure but thanks him anyway. Chara pats the dragons head until it hears the filly make a sound and flies over to it.
Core
Shatter turned back to her normal form, holding a hand over her left eye.
ZM
Tonic motioned for shatter to go down to their level
Core
Shatter was sitting down. “Oh, you are a shapeshifter.” Orion said “No shit Sherlock.” Shatter hissed, salty because eyes took forever to heal.
ZM
Chara giggles and goes up to pet the pegasus. Tonic heals shatter's eye with a drop of magic form their claw.
Core
“It needs to heal naturally, otherwise it may miss details.” Shatter explained to Tonic The Pegasus stomped a foot.
ZM
Tonic pouts and cuddles next to shatter instead. Chara copies the pegasus.
Core
Shatter sighed. “You two okay if we stay here until my eye heals?” The Pegasus snorted
ZM
"Fine with me" Chara says. Tonic shrugs
Core
Shatter laid down, closing her eyes. “You know, my core is blind.”
ZM
"Yeah? Why do you bring this up?" Chara asks while inspecting it's wings
Core
“Well, the first thing I ever saw was death, made me not want to see any more, but, I’m glad I can see you and Tonic.” Shatter said with a slight smile
ZM
"Awwwww~ break my heart, shatter!" Chara grins pulling at the wing to see how it bends. Tonic placed their head on shatter's belly resting with her.
Core
The Pegasus smacked Chara with its wing. Shatter continued to just chat. “Remember that other Nightmare? I think that’s because the Norse au shares the same creator as ours.”
ZM
"That so? Guess that'd make sense hm?" Chara shakes her head from the hit. Surprised by how soft the feathers are.
Core
“Yeah, in some of the aus with actual stars are limited, but rather interesting. One is where everyone is like opposite, then one where Dream and Nightmare swapped, one were the apocalypse happened, one with medieval kingdoms, and one where Geno and Dream made this deal.”
ZM
"What kinda deal?" Chara leaves the horse alone.
Core
“Not sure, but that au is a lot different from the others because of it.” Shatter explained
ZM
"Hm." Chara sits by shatter and starts to play with the loose rocks nearby. Orion and his pegasus head back to the hideaway
Core
“And one au, stars are bio weapons.” Shatter added
ZM
"Like you?"
Core
“No, no. Like robots with a soul stone core, you know, made by humans. Let me tell you that the one with the blades is ridiculously fast.” Shatter explained
ZM
"I'd bet. A star made only for fighting would really be something scary. So shatter, I'm a little foggy on bioweapons, it means using living things like germs or whatever to fight other living things? So even though they are made by humans they're still alive. Right?"
Core
“Well, it literally means ‘living weapon’ so anything alive, and they are.” Shatter said
ZM
"Uh-huh, how did they make them?"
Core
“Don’t know, I left fairly quickly.”
ZM
"Aw, that's too bad."
Core
“You would leave too if you were getting your ass kicked by something too fast to hit.” Shatter defended herself
ZM
"Not blaming ya, but it's still a shame. What was this star's name? Cause it's reminding me a lot of shadow lol"
Core
“C-5.”
ZM
Tonic fell asleep, "i'ma call her carma with a C. I hate the stupid code names. Anyway, what was your favorite place you've visited shatter?" Chara checks her soul with the small peice of gradients core sticking out of it still. The spread of the green seems to have stopped though. Lv 15.
Core
“Hmmm the jelly shroom forest.”
ZM
"sounds squishy."
Core
Shatter opened her eyes, the left one now healed. “So, ready for the next one?”
ZM
"i am but looks like tonic passed out."
Core
Shatter looked and chuckled, picking up the sleeping boy. “Well, next is dragon, so chances are it’s going to be here.”
ZM
draco's color glowed a silvery white with a tint of red. chara looks at it "i'll take your word for it, but i'd find it strange she'd hide two in the same world." tonic shifted in shatter's arms getting more comfortable.
Core
“Well, I told you before, this world is one of the most dangerous.” She reminded. “We should really stay here until Tonic Wales up....”
ZM
The watch's brightness stayed steady. "I say we go into their little cave if they'll let us."
Core
“We’re fine right here.” Shatter said, setting Tonic down.
ZM
"whatever. you know that thing could be out for hours. why don't you just wake them up?"
Core
“Because that is rude.” Shatter said.
ZM
"pfff, fine. maybe the dragon will come to us."
Core
“Not likely...” Shatter said
ZM
chara lays down with a huff.
Core
“Sorry, I know you are excited.”
ZM
she grunts as a reply.
Core
“Look, how about truth or dare in the meantime?”
ZM
"sure, how's that work? i made up shit when i played that with asy."
08/13/2019
ZM
"I never got to play with other humans. I just watched them sometimes."
Core
“Well, I say truth or dare, then you choose to answer something with only the truth or do a dare.”
ZM
"Uhhhh okay truth"
Core
“Are you using me?” Shatter asked, rather seriously
ZM
Chara was instantly shocked. She opened and closed her mouth unsure what to say.
ZM
"....uh.." she laughs it off. "I thought this was supposed to be fun?"
Core
“Yes that is the general purpose, But it is also good excuse to get answers,” Shatter said
ZM
She blinks. "And if I refuse to answer?"
Core
“You get punched in the arm.”
ZM
Chara groans. "Shatter! Come on! I don't even think I know the answer to that!"Tonic stirs from the noise before falling back asleep.
Core
“Then you accept the punch?”
ZM
"....I guess."
Core
Shatter punched her in the air hard enough for it to sting. “Your turn
ZM
She rubs her arm disheartened with a sigh. "Truth or dare?"
Core
“Dare.” Shatter said
ZM
"I dare you to wake tonic up so we can fucking leave."
Core
“Fine, Fine.” Shatter said, gently shaking Tonic. “Come on, wake up sleepy head.”
ZM
Tonic slowly shakes their head and blinks at shatter half alseep.
ZM
"Yes shatter?" He asks yawning.
ZM
"Shatter's being mean to me so I made her wake you up."
Core
“Sorry, “Shatter apologized, I promise you can rest on the way.
ZM
"Mmm, okay." Tonic wraps their arms around shatter's neck closing their eyes again.
Core
Shatter carried Tonic like a backpack. “You got the ring?” Shatter asked Chara
ZM
"Sure do." She holds it up as it shines brightly to the north.
Core
“Well, the sea orc’s lair is north..” Shatter said
ZM
"Alright." She walks that way. Unnaturally silent for her
Core
“Hey, Sorry if I made you upset.” Shatter said
ZM
She shrugs. "...It made me mad that I don't know the answer. Not your fault."
Core
“Oh, I see, well do tell me when you figure it out.”
ZM
"...fine." They see the orc's lair ahead of them. Murmuring can be found in that direction.
Core
It was a cave surrounded by water, Shatter turned into a lapras. ‘We have to be careful of rocs.’
ZM
"Yeah I'd assume seeing the name. Think they captured the dragon?"
Core
“No, rocs are giant birds, they might They to eat me in this form.’
ZM
"Well then get out of that form stupid?"
Core
‘What else do you expect me to use? Rocs will eat anything I do!’
ZM
"Try a laprass? How big are these things?" She looks around to see one.
Core
There was what looked like a cliff, at least 1500 feee tall, it opened an eye and stretched out it’s wings. ‘Shit!’
ZM
"WOOOW!" Chara squeals. "SO PRETTY!!!"
Core
The roc looked over, seeing shatter. ‘Shit! Shit! Shit!” Shatter hissed, diving down
ZM
"Shatter! Look how cool it is!"
Core
‘It’s not cool!’ Shatter said as the roc flew into the air, watching the water.
ZM
The roc blocked all light out from the sun that was coming up. "Shouldn't we just leave??? Why the hell are you diving?"
"I feel tree cover would be better!"
Core
The roc dove its talons into the water and caught a whale, easily lifting the giant mammal into the air.
ZM
"Yeah, like that." Chara dunks her head under trying to find shatter but she sees nothing untill she notices a faint light that she assumes was tonic on shatter's back.
Core
‘Wasn’t me!’ Shatter cheered as she surfaced, letting Chara on her back so they could head to the lair
ZM
Tonic shakes off like a dog and chara gets on with them. "How fast did you dive?"
Core
‘Fast enough apparently.’
ZM
"Yeah sure." They get to the shore of the cave. Chara hops off into the black sand.
ZM
muttering is much louder on the shore. Chara sneaks around to the edge of the cave.
ZM
Chara sees a big gathering of orcs circling something, chara's not sure what it is. She quietly relays that info to shatter.
ZM
(These are sea orcs)
ZM
"perhaps. If the gem's in there that'll make this difficult. How strong do ya think these are?"
Core
“Well, a freybug won’t work... but a naga will.” Shatter said before turning into a cobra with four arms and a scorpion stinger at the tail
ZM
"so we're just gonna crash that party?"
Core
‘Hell Yeah’ Shatter hissed slithering over
ZM
Chara follows, they notice them right as they enter the cave and start making screaming like sounds at shatter and chara.
Core
Shatter was highly venomous in this form and would paralyze her victims
ZM
One of the orc's came over (Wait so, the orcs are in the water in a cave on the island right?) Jumping out of the water and whipping their tail at shatter's torso knocking her of balance.
Core
The cave is like the one kyogre is in)) Shatter hissed as she used her four arms to spin back around
ZM
some of the orcs go on the land to attack, biting at shatter's legs. Another snaps at chara as she hops on it back
Core
Shatter quickly nabbed the one that was going to attack Chara.
ZM
It slams against shatter as the others do something similar as back up. Chara desides to go check what they were circling while they're destracted. Chara manages to get around most of them as they attack shatter. There's a big pool of blood fogging the area making it hard to see what's inside.
Core
There was a red gem in the water. Shatter’s teeth weren’t for tearing to she had to resort to her claws and stinger.
ZM
Chara darted into the fog grabbing for the gem she saw a glimpse of. As she waved her arms in the blood she hit chunks of flesh and bone. She eventually got what she wanted though it was covered in fleash. She swims up unharmed and calls "shatter! I got it let's leave!"
Core
Shatter turned back and teleported to Chara before teleporting to Tonic
ZM
they get out and the orc's aren't happy about that as they search for them, shatter and the others are on the other side of the lake, pretty safe from being found. "wooo! that was fun!" chara says as she wipes the gore off of the gem.
Core
“Sure, for you.”
ZM
"don't be like that. it's not like you got very hurt!"
Core
“True, but I was more worried about you.”
ZM
"yeah well you shouldn't be..... shatter? would you hate me if i was only using you?"
Core
“No, I don’t think I would, I don’t think I could at this point.”
ZM
"tch. well you should."
Core
Shatter shrugged, “it’s not the first time and it won’t be the last, I’m just glad you are actually a great friend.”
( there's the color list, i got rid of the dog and bull cause they're too similar to wolf and touros. )
Core
Shatter started to say something and sighed, before looking at what was next; (file above)
ZM
(so that's the dog? or what?)
Core
(Greater dog)
Core
“Yeah but this is a different kind.”
ZM
"Right. I guess we'll just have to see when we get there." Tonic says nuzzling into her shoulder.
Core
Shatter nodded and turned into a lapras again. ‘Come on Chara’
ZM
She makes not a sound and gets on the lapras's back.
Core
Shatter swam across the shore
ZM
Chara stands on her shell looking into the water
Core
‘Truth or dare’
ZM
Chara shakes with anger 'shut up.' Though tonic couldn't hear them they could see the tension between them.
"Ummm. Did something happen while I was asleep?"
Chara rolls her eyes. "No, it's none of your concern "
Core
‘I’m just trying to lighten the mood.’ Shatter said
ZM
'Because that worked so well before.'
Core
‘Ok, how about I make you something? Like chocolate?���
ZM
'Not hungry shatter. Like i said before, just forget it.'
Core
Shatter sighed as they reached the next shore
ZM
Tonic and chara get off, this shore is very muddy. The watch calls for the next stone with a pure red color. Tonic looks around "which way shatter?"
Core
“There are some plains nearby, drakes normally live there.”
ZM
"Oh, so there's many of them?"
Core
“Well there are tons of drakes, hydras are rarer.”
ZM
Tonic nods and starts trotting through the plains.
Core
They saw some creature’s run past
ZM
Tonic looks back to make sure shatter's there before they go close to the animals.
Core
Shatter was trying to make up with Chara
ZM
"Shatter! I'm serious, forget about it!" The drakes land near the group seemingly curious of them and the light.
Core
(Drakes can’t fly, they run)
ZM
( dheidbdksbd, kk. I was thinking of a different critter. Want to send me a pic.)
Shatter growled at the pack.
ZM
They sniffed and snarled at shatter's hostility
Core
Shatter turned into a war Drake, different from these Common Drakes, she had her tail down, a sign she wasn’t interested in a fight
ZM
They weren't wanting a fight either, but they did seem interested in shatter's transformation and tonic in general. One nudged against tonics head with its snout.
Core
Shatter raised her tail and growled, lowering her body, showing she was defensive about Tonic like he was a pup
ZM
It didn't listen to shatter as it pushed tonic to the ground starting to lick them. Tonic giggled pushing it away.
Core
Shatter growled at this, showing her disapproval to the pack
ZM
They back off, as this isn't their territory and they were just looking for food to bring back to their group leader (the hydra)
They start to leave and drag the prey they already had.
Core
Shatter growled softly. Before sniffing the ground
ZM
Tonic shakes off the slobber and joins shatter attempting to smell for the gem as well though they can't smell anything
Core
‘Got the scent, come on.’ Shatter said, running towards the source
ZM
They both follow quickly
Core
One of the packs look outs saw shatter enter their territory
ZM
It made a howl like sound and instantly a a new group of drakes came after the group.
(meet pickett)
ZM
august 14 leo
Core
Shatter growled and kept herself in between the pack and the others
08/15/2019
ZM
The pack reached them, nipping at shatter and roaring, telling them to get lost.
Core
Shatter had more armor and sharper teeth, but she was outnumbered.
ZM
One rammed into shatter knocking her over, the drake climbed on her and started ripping st her neck.
Core
Shatter used her strong back legs to tear at her attacker’s stomach, her long claws meant for traction on land, thinking quickly she turned into a Shedu, or a winged lion, the natural predators of drakes. ‘Ok, I’m done playing fair
ZM
The drake's belly was pretty ripped up and it backed away as much as it could looking up at the shedu. The other drakes still had a job to do, no matter what, so even though they hesitate they attack her again anyway. One got a good grip on one of her wings.
Core
Shatter spun around and attacked the Drake, swatting it.
ZM
the cerberus noticing the trouble it's pack was in, grabbed the gem hiding it in its mouth, and sprinted towards the group. It seemed to be able to talk through telepathy. It clearly wasn't it's power, but given to it by someone else. 'Get out of home' it growled like an angry child.
‘Not until we talk!’ Shatter hissed, roaring at some of the drakes
ZM
One of the cerberus' heads ordered the pack to back up. The head on the right said 'there nothing to say! Trespass!'
Core
‘Only to find you!’ Shatter hissed,
ZM
they relax except the head on the right. The one on the left asks 'what want stranger?'
Core
‘We are after the gem’s of Singularity.’
ZM
'Can't have, it master's' says the middle 'important to master.'
Core
(So far the highest points is 20 with the exorcist) ‘Yes, But we found her ring, and wish to restore it.’ Shatter said.
ZM
The heads talk amungst eachother before looking at the group silently. Chara grows sick of it. "Well??? Make up your damn mind! Can we have it or not?" The head on the left says 'must check worthiness' 'Destroy shedu nest.' The heads all nod in agreement.
‘You want me to destroy a Shedu nest? They are an endangered species, how about I do you one better? A bull hydra nest.’
ZM
(That tail tho) 'hydra's don't bother pack. Must be shedu.'
Core
‘Fine, But only one cub, I do not want to be responsible for the extinction of a species’
ZM
'Than no deal.' They nod and turntail.
Core
‘Ugh Fine, I’ll destroy the nest!’
ZM
'Good' head on right than says ' back before sundown or test failed.'
Core
‘Fine...’ Shatter huffed, letting Chara and Tonic on her back
ZM
They climb on and chara sticks her tounge out at the beast as they run in the direction of the nest.
Shatter flew up to the nest. ‘They didn’t say we had to kill the cubs...’ Shatter told herself as she tore up the fur padding that made the nest. (This is a white Shedu)
(A roc☝️)
ZM
There were four cubs shivering covered in their moms shed fur watching shatter confused. The Cubs had little fur and if they were to leave they would certainly freeze.
Core
Shatter changed the nest, destroying the old one.
ZM
One of the cubs grew more curious and went up to shatter, they'd never seen a non artic of their kind. It made a little cub sound as if questioning her.
Core
Shatter chuffed nudging the cub back before flying away
ZM
"...shatter?" Tonic asks. "I don't think... that'll be good enough for the cerberus."
Core
‘They said destroy the nest, and I did.’
‘They never said I couldn’t fix it later’
ZM
tonic shrugs and enjoys the ride, not sure about that.
When they get back the cerberus is instantly unpleased. 'Didn't do as asked!'
Core
Shatter landed. ‘Yes I did, you never said I couldn’t rebuild it, nor did you say I had to kill the cubs.’
ZM
The cerberus is angry about the miscommunication. 'You know what ment! No gem until what asked is done! Whole nest! We watch, do it right.' The one who game them telepathy also gave sight sharing.
ZM
( *gave them)
Core
‘Fine!’ Shatter hissed, flying back. ‘Chara, can you keep the cubs warm?’
ZM
"Yeah."
Core
‘Ok, Shatter landed by the nest. There were three cubs
ZM
'Where is the other one?" Tonic asks.
Core
Shatter looked around and saw it fell off the cliff. ‘Poor thing.’
ZM
"more like dumb thing." chara says getting off her back and gathering the other cubs.
Core
‘The wind up here is bad’ Shatter explained, waiting for Chara to get the cubs before tearing up the nest
ZM
"shouldn't have been so close to the edge." after shatter's done chara makes a bubble and puts them in it. than she puts a fire around it to keep them warm. the babies can't break the bubble but a mom surly could.
Core
Shatter made her work quick. ‘Can you leave them here in the bubble?’
ZM
"yeah, they'll be fine."
the cubs scratch at the walls of the bubble.
Core
Shatter felt deep guilt leaving, but got herself to do it
ZM
when they get back once again the Cerberus just glares at them. it spits out the gem onto the ground. it's given up on it's communication and considers them strong enough for the gem anyway. if the cerberus could have told them better it would have meant 'kill all the cubs available. but it didn't so pff'
Core
Shatter took the gem.
ZM
"alright then." chara holds out the watch to shatter.
Core
Shatter placed the gem.
ZM
it fit into place and started to call for the golden quezlequatle.
it was clear that that gem wasn't in this world.
Core
Shatter looked at the file, ‘I’ve never heard of this au’
ZM
shatter opens a portal to a very dark space similar to the void. in the distance there is flashing lights changing colors. "weird place" chara says.
Core
Shatter walked through, cautious
ZM
the other two follow and the portal instantly disappears as if it didn't ever exist. as shatter tries to make another portal she's unable to. she can still shapeshift though.
Core
Shatter paused
ZM
this place echos like crazy and chara's having way too much fun with it. she starts by stomping on the 'ground' and than starts yelling nonsense. "SHATERR! THIS IS AN AMAZING ECHO!"
Core
‘I can hear that.’ Shatter smiled
ZM
chara walks to the flashing lights and they emit a song per each structure. she taps one and it blinks off.
ZM
"Hm.. I bet we need to recreate a song. The question is what is the song." Tonic steps on a tile that makes a 'bloop' sound
Core
Shatter turned into a Chatot and repeated the sound
Core
(Crazy Idea: T.G. Au Dream and Nightmare would always fly at night together because it made them feel like all the pain of having to hide was gone, but one night Dream kept her jacket on and said she wasn’t in the mood, Nightmare shrugged it off and flew, Dream watching from the rooftops. The next night, Dream told Nightmare she was tired and it was overcast. This time her sister was concerned and asked if anything was wrong. Dream forced a smile and told Nightmare that everyone was ok. Later that night as the two slept, Dream had a nightmare where she was flying during the early morning and a wire net tore up her wing, she crashed down, exposed to humans who tore off the wing. Dream woke up in a cold sweat, pulling the blanket closer to her as she looked at her sister. The third night came and Dream still didn’t want to fly with Nightmare. “What’s with you recently?” Nightmare asked. “It’s nothing, I promise, you just enjoy yourself.” Dream replied. “Stop lying to me Dream! You haven’t been able to sleep, and haven’t been eating either!” Nightmare said to her sibling who tugged on her own jacket sleeve. “Why won’t you fly?” “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to tonight.” Nightmare went to Dream, picking her sister in the air. “Why are you continuing to lie to me?!” “I’m sorry!” Dream said as her jacket fell off, revealing her left wing was gone. Nightmare in shock landed, Dream quickly hid her bloody back with her jacket, looking down. “I’m sorry Nightmare...” It’s based on a new song I added ‘Two birds on a wire’)
ZM
As chara pushed more buttons something was chamging. The area they were in seemed to get smaller everytime something was pushed.
Core
‘Hold on...we might get squished’
ZM
Chara stops. "Have a better idea genius?"
Core
Shatter looked at the floor, before turning into Ironhide. Then stepping in the correct pattern. “Simple key puzzle, typical of Nintendo games.”
( look at this new boi I got.) Chara cocks her head as a way is opened. "How'd you know the melody though???"
Core
“The height of the plates, it’s minimal but enough that I noticed.”
ZM
Chara then noticed and huffs. "Fiiiiine" she goes through the gateway and is transported to a forest area with ghost like creatchers. Also there's a frog just sitting there. Chara goes over and pokes the frog. It makes a croak but doesn't move
Core
(The creature is Bioweapon!Killer) “An echo forest?” Ironhide asked
ZM
One of the ghosts came up to iron hide looking down at her.
Ironhide sat down. “Hey buddy
ZM
it made gurgling sounds and shrunk down seemingly sitting aswell. Tonic went off on their own to try to find clues to the gem. The watch doesn't glow in this au. Tonic comes appon a street with a bunch of traffic cones blocking the way.
Core
Ironhide turned into Plasma, her ghost type form.
ZM
A bunch of other ghosts that look similar with different colors gather around shatter. Chara picks up the frog and it turns into a small egg. If she puts it back down it turns back. "Hehe. Cool."
Core
“They are wisps....” Plasma whispered
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I’m sorry... ch.4 (Final chapter unless I decide there’s an epilogue)
A/N: woooo! Finally chapter of this mini series! I want to write an epilogue but uh...I don’t think I will since after this it will just be OC. Anywho, thank you so much for reading!!!
Warnings: traumatic birth, violence, death, angst, fluff
Pairings: General Hux x Reader and Kylo Ren x Reader
Y/N sighed as she looked out the window into the world beyond her. She was alone in her and Kylo's quarters; only the sound of the refrigerator could be heard and the wind outside rattling the windows. She was watching the world outside to pass the time, what else could she do? Armitage had sent her to her quarters and wouldn't explain why.
"Just stay there until either I or Ren come get you" he said. His face was paler than usual and he looked afraid. Terrified. What was going on?
And where was her husband?
Ben.
Y/N looked around the room, alarmed her eyes wide with fear looking at the door as if Ben was going to come bursting through the door at any moment. A kick coming from her womb broke silenced her thoughts, she looked down at her swollen belly and caressed it.
"I know," she whispered "I miss him too but I don't know where he is little one." The baby kicked again then three more times, moving inside her. She suddenly felt a jolt of pain coming from her abdomen, it caught her by surprise and she jumped slightly at this. Y/N frowned and the pain returned again this time more intense, she gripped her hands to the window seal when she felt warmth rushing down her legs. Y/N lifted her dress and a big puddle of fluid lay on the floor. Another pain seized her this time more intense than the last two. She did her best to keep her breaths even as she looked around for her husband's data pad.
"Oh gods please help me!" She rummaged through his things on the coffee table scattering books and papers on to the floor. Tears blurred her sight as she practically tore the place apart. Another contraction hit her much harder dropping her to her knees, she placed a hand on her belly and cried out in pain. This pain was worse than menstrual cramps, a thousands times worse it felt like she was being ripped in half. Where was he when she needed him?! She screamed again louder, loud enough for someone to hear her. Anyone. She could already feel the child practically ripping her in half.
During Rey and Kylo's fight against the guards, Armitage managed to escape the scene unharmed. He was leaving for good and taking Y/N back to her father in the Resistance. He didn't care if he was going to be arrested; Ren had other plans now and Y/N seemed to not be part of them. When he arrived at her quarters he was about to knock on the door when he heard a scream coming from the other side.
It was her.
He punched in the code to open the door and the sight before him nearly made the Great General Armitage Hux break. Y/N was covered from the waist down in her own blood, hunched over the sofa, a puddle of blood oozed around her. It looked like a murder scene to him. When she saw him she started to cry. He immediately went to her and cupped her face with his hands, "Don't speak my love, don't speak, everything is going to be alright" he kissed her cheek lovingly. He noticed tears were in her eyes, her breathing slowing down.
"just take me to the medical center, Tij. I'm dying..." she whispered between gasps. Armitage swallowed back a sob and picked her up bridal style and carried her away to the medical center. He didn't notice the bloody trail left behind.
"Push love you're almost there!"
Y/N screamed in agony as the pain inside her spread through her like wildfire but she pushed anyways. Armitage held her hand and watched in horror as the bedsheets underneath her went from a snow white color to a crimson hell. Her beautiful peach dress was soiled in the angry red color and her dear face was damp with sweat. Y/N gripped the hospital bed as she pushed as hard as she could before flopping back on the bed still screaming. Blood dripped out of her like a faucet. She was hemorrhaging badly. Armitage tried hard not to cringe at her pain but he couldn't help it, the love of his life was in agony and he couldn't do anything about it. The droid at the other end couldn't do anything either but wait for the baby to come out.
It was just her and her pain.
Y/N gave one finally scream when the droid was holding something. Something red and slimy with kicking feet. And a small voice that opened up to a wail. A tiny, tiny voice. While the baby was being cleaned up, Armitage could see it was a boy. A wave of relief washed over him, it was finally over and Y/N would return to her father with her son beside her. The baby boy was wrapped in the softest wool blanket he had ever seen and taken to his mother.
The droid handed the baby over to Armitage, who gladly took it and lowered the child so a dying Y/N could see. He had a head full of black hair and Armitage could already tell he was Kylo Ren's exact copy.
"It's a fine boy" he said in a low tone, "Pick a name for him, love."
Her voice was barely audible now. Her weakness was taking over but she managed a small smile at her son. "Kes. Kes Han Solo" she said. Armitage was confused at this, "Solo? No Ren?"
"Promise me," she whispered fiercely holding on to the baby's tiny hand, "Promise me my son won't be raised to be like my husband."
Tears started to form in his eyes. She continued, "Promise me my son won't be raised in the hands on the First Order. In the hands of Kylo Ren." He stroked her hair softly her, soothing her during her final moments.
"I promise, my love. I promise you."
Her eyes were pleading, "Take me back to my father. Tell him I love him and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused" Hux's bottom lip trembled but he refused to let go of his tears.
"Take my son to my father Tij...."
The darkness was finally taking her, "Tij...there's still good in him..." she looked at her son one last time with a weak smile on her lips and closed her eyes forever. This time he didn't stop the tears from coming. They rolled down his face and on to hers; even in her death she looked so beautiful. He knew she had found peace in her eternal slumber; nothing hurt anymore, her heart was no longer broken by the man she once loved, no more worries. Sobs shook his entire body, a scream built up in his throats and he let it out. He lost her for good now.
Everything he did was for her and he didn't understand why fate had to take her away. She was so young and beautiful then she birthed his enemy's son.
He looked down at the baby; it was mewling away in his arms. Remembering his father, Hux knew Rose was right; her son couldn't be raised in the hands of the First Order. She wanted a different story for him, a different life. A place where he wouldn't be raised in the dark side or an angry man. She was right and he was keeping her promise.
The door to the labor room hissed open and he could hear Ren come in. His back was turned to him, Kylo couldn't see his wife's body but he could see the bloody pool surrounding Hux's boots.
"Where is she General?" His voice was full of suspicion.
He didn't answer instead he was crying silently.
"Hux..." Kylo said and stepped closer to him "Where is my wife?" Instead of answering he stepped away from her body.
Kylo lost it; he ran to her almost slipping in the blood on the floor. "My love..." he choked "my love please wake up....please wake up I'm here now" he started to cry, loudly. Loud enough for the entire medical center to hear him. "Wake up and tell me you're not leaving me...please don't me leave me I can't do this on my own, please" Hux didn't say anything but watched as his rival lost his sanity. Kylo screamed into the night, he took out his light saber igniting it and began to tear the room apart sending red angry sparks everywhere. To Hux, this was pathetic. He lost the girl he truly loved and begged for her attention only for her focus to be placed on a man that hardly looked at her anymore. Kylo knew that he was the reason she was no longer alive and he couldn't do anything but cradle her body and cry. Cry like he never did before.
Hux noticed Rey watching the entire scene go on before her and he stepped outside with the baby still in his arms. There was a moment of silence between them. He was sure that she had never imagined the great Kylo Ren to loose his mind; he had to admit neither did he.
"Her son's name is Kes" he said in a cracked tone, "Kes Han Solo Dameron. Named after his great grandfather and grandfather." Rey's gaze turned to the little bundle in his arms and walked closer to him. She held out her arms and he gladly gave her the baby. "She said she didn't want him to be raised in the hands of Kylo or the First Order. She wanted me to take her body and son to her father in the Resistance..." Rey rocked the baby in her arms never taking her eyes off him, "I'll take them. They'll be in safe hands." Hux gave a curtly nod and looked back at Kylo; he was no longer crying but rocking his wife's body back and forth like a mother putting her child to sleep.
No parent has to see their child's dead body. Every father imagines his daughter lowering his body to the grave not the other way around. When Rey first arrived to the Resistance base, the first thing Poe noticed was his grandchild and after a brief happy reunion he looked behind Rey looking for his daughter. Waiting for her to come out of the Falcon but the look on Rey said it all. He cried, fell to his knees and cursed the gods; he felt guilty for treating her so badly after her mother died. But Rey told him what Hux wanted him to know, that she forgave him and that she was sorry for leaving and causing him great pain. This made him cry even more. To have her body brought back to him was a great relief; he no longer had to wonder where was she buried or where were her ashes thrown. His daughter's funeral was beautiful; there were blue roses everywhere, she was wearing a light teal green dress with chiffon lace, her long h/c hair loose with white flowers on it. That day was warm and sunny to Poe it was perfect; he didn't want his only daughter to be buried on a rainy day adding more gloom to her funeral. Y/N was buried on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean. It was perfect. Poe was beyond happy when he learned his daughter named his grandson after his father and her father in law, refusing the surname "Ren". Leia, Rey, Rose Tico and Finn all promised he wasn't raising little Kes alone; that he had them.
-15 years later-
Kes Solo sadly watched the snow fall down on to his mother's grave. It had been fifteen long years since her death.
"Here lies Y/N Y/M/N Dameron. Granddaughter, daughter, wife and mother. May the Force be with you" he read aloud. The wind blew and he could almost feel his mother's hand caressing his cheek. He came to see her almost every day since as long as he could remember, always bringing her flowers or a peach because he was told that was her favorite fruit. This time he brought her hot chocolate to fight against the cold winter afternoon. Through the Force he sensed his papa walking towards him. Before he could speak Kes said, "He's not my father you know," he was referring to Kylo. Poe sighed defeatedly but Kes continued to speak, "I don't have 'Ren' at the end of my name. It's Solo Dameron; son of Ben Solo and Y/N Dameron not Kylo Ren." Over the years Kes, grew an intense hatred towards his father, bowing to kill him for ruining his mother and killing his grandfather and many innocent lives to stay in the Dark Side. He was often told he looked like his father which to he replied that he had no father; that he died when his mother died. Ben Solo was no more and he wasn't going to accept Kylo Ren into his life.
Poe rested a hand on his grandson's shoulder, "So do you want to be a Jedi like your mother and father?" Kes shrugged, “Maybe. Uncle Luke says I’m already a pro but I also want to become a pilot like you or a General like my grandma. And when I do I'm going to bring peace and justice to the galaxy like it's supposed to be." Poe smiled softly at his grandson and ruffled his hair, "You remind me of your mom, Kes."
The boy looked down at his mother, "She was beautiful wasn't she? And kind..." he muttered. Poe nodded agreeing with Kes, "Yes she was pal. Now," he patted Kes's shoulder and said "let's go home kid. Grandma Leia invited us over for dinner." Kes nodded and his grandfather began to walk away, leaving him alone once again. Through the trees and the snow, standing a few yards away from his mother’s grave was the man himself. Kes sensed him staring but he ignored him. The boy knew Kylo wanted talk to talk to him, Kes wanted nothing to do with that man. He kissed his mother’s grave one last time and ran after his grandpa.
Somewhere above the clouds and into the galaxy, Kylo watched his son through holograms. His heart shattered every time Kes refused him through the Force bond they shared. Locking the door in his face or running away from him as soon as he spotted him. Hux watched him, satisfaction running through his veins.
"You deserve it. You deserve being torn apart by your own blood" he sneered at Kylo.
The Supreme Leader huffed and said, "You were a damn fool to listen to her. I should be training my son...at least a piece of his mother would still be with me."
"Yes, but I think this is the reason why she wanted a better life for him. Your boy doesn't even want to talk to you, he's aware of who you are and what you've done." Hux earned a glare from Kylo. The Supreme Leader turned his attention back to the hologram this time Hux joined him. They both watched the boy train with his mother's white lightsaber breaking a vase in the process. Both men chuckled.
"He looks like you Ren" Hux said quietly. Kylo sighed and nodded, "Yes but he has her spirit" he was referring to Y/N.
"That fire inside him...isn't mine. This fire is more intense, stronger, bolder than mine. His light will never die. It's the spark of it all."
Kes was now being scolded by his grandmama for breaking the vase. She pointed a finger at him angrily while he cleaned up his mess. His dark curls covered his face so Kylo wouldn't see. He did that often knowing his father was watching and didn't want him to his disgruntled face.
"He'll have to forgive me one day..."
Maybe he would but for now, Kylo would do everything to bring his son back.
@dtftheavengers @angelcvsmic
#star wars fanfiction#star wars imagines#kylo ren imagine#kylo ren x reader#ben solo x reader#general hux x reader#armitage hux x reader
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New Horizons (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)
Animal Crossing AU
(PART 1)
(PART 2)
Byleth, Megumi, and Kazuma must spearhead their group to safety after being transported to an unknown world…
…Of pure comfort and relaxation, led by talking Raccoons, apparently.
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DAY 1
When the plane finally landed, Kazuma, Aqua and Megumi stretched and took in the island air.
(Kazuma) “Ya know for a buncha raccoons, they’re really good fliers!”
(Megumi) “It’s strange seeing our world like this. Though...the situation here seems far more ideal than the one I was in...”
(Aqua) “Hm? Whatcha mean?”
(Megumi) “...Oh! I’ll save that story for another time, I think everyone has sea legs...Or would that be air legs?”
Everyone else was shaken after being on a vehicle that defied all of their logic.
(Claude) “Sweet land, how I’ve missed you so!”
Kazuma rolled his eyes and turned around to see three raccoons.
Two of them were Timmy and Tommy and the bigger one seemed to be in charge.
(Tom) “Hello, is everyone here?”
(Megumi) “Yes, sir.”
(Tom) “Perfect! Now, let’s all head over to the plaza, I’ll be making our announcement there!”
After heading to the plaza, the raccoon took names of everyone and checked the names off his clipboard.
Once everything checked out, he cleared his throat.
(Tom) “Welcome everyone, to your new island! My name is Tom Nook, and I’m the founder and president of Nook Inc., yes yes! Today is the first day of your new pristine island life!”
Tom Nook explained to the party that they were to begin their new lives on this deserted island as a getaway package, and that their company would be providing everything they need to be comfortable.
Tommy and Timmy gave everyone tents to set up their first homes.
(Tom) “When you’re done, please head back to the plaza! We’ll see you in a bit!”
He turned around and began speaking to the smaller raccoons, presumably about what to do next.
(Byleth) “I guess we oughtta go head and find somewhere to camp out.”
(Kazuma) “Well, see ya in a bit then.”
Everyone nodded and went off in separate groups.
Dimitri, Edelgard, Claude
(Claude) “Ah, this gives me some nostalgia!”
(Edelgard) “You cannot be referring to the time when we were running away from those bandits, right?”
(Claude) “Course I am! It’s kinda a similar situation. On the move, unknown territory, and all of us together!”
(Dimitri) “I fail to see the connection. These aren’t bandits they’re...talking raccoons! I cannot wrap my head around this, nor the technology they possess!”
(Edelgard) “Megunee Kazuma and Aqua seem used to it though. They did say that this was their world, correct?”
(Claude) “We should ask ‘em next chance we get, I’m getting more and more curious about this place myself.”
(Dimitri) “Well in any case, is this where we are sleeping?”
The three of them were standing near the beach, the view looking right at the ocean waves crashing against the sand.
(Edelgard) “Beachside property, eh? Heh, looks like you do have some taste, Claude.”
(Claude) “I’m the only one who does here.”
Byleth, Darkness, Megumin
(Byleth) “Strange, I thought you would’ve gone with Kazuma and Aqua.”
(Megumin) “We already live with them, so it’s nice to take just a little break now and again! And besides, with how small this island is, I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other a lot.”
(Darkness) “This truly is a fascinating world. No war, just peace and quiet...and...talking animals.”
(Byleth) “Yeah, it’s quite the sight. Oh and uh, while we’re here-”
(Darkness & Megumin) ?
(Byleth) “Try...not to weird Tom Nook and the kids out, yeah?”
(Darkness) “I honestly have no idea what you mean.”
(Megumin) “Uh...huh.”
The three of them made their tents nearby the river on the right side of the area.
Megumi, Kazuma, Aqua
(Megumi) “So this is camping!”
(Aqua) “First time?”
(Megumi) “Yes, I’ve never had the chance to do this as a kid. In Japanese cities, there’s not a lot of places where you can do this.”
(Kazuma) “Yeah, it’s a bit claustrophobic. Though, I wouldn’t know too much about that.”
(Aqua) “I’m still trying to figure out how we got here? I can contact Eris and Sothis just fine, so we definitely have access back but...”
(Megumi) “But you don’t know, yes?”
(Aqua) “Right. For Kazuma to get back to his old world, he had to defeat the Demon King. And when we got transported to Fodlan, I think we’re supposed to fight the Flame Emperor or something. As for here?”
(Kazuma) “Meh, I’m fine living in Animal Crossing.”
(Megumi) “So, what is this world? You seem to know this place a bit.”
(Kazuma) “I’ve played a few of the games myself, actually. Basically we just live here in houses and just laze around all day. It’s very relaxing to play, and it’s gonna be even sweeter to live in! Just the life I wanted!”
(Aqua) “Tch, of course the first thing you do is take advantage of it.”
(Kazuma) “Hell yeah, I am! No way I’m gonna let my life of luxury go away like this!”
(Megumi) “Well...Do you know if humans are still around? Tom and the others didn’t seem to react to us that violently.”
(Kazuma) “Oh yeah, it’s supposed to be modern day and everything. Japan, Europe, America, they’re all still here. Only difference is that there’s talking animals that live here in this world too, and no bad war or anything seems to happen.”
(Megumi) “I...I see.”
Megumi’s hand clenched around her necklace for a moment.
(Aqua) “You alright?”
(Megumi) “Y-Yes! Let’s just set our tents, shall we?”
They all nodded and got to work. Their tents were in the middle of a field with barely any trees around.
Everyone made their way back and Tom Nook smiled.
At least they assumed so, all he did was close his eyes.
(Tom) “Alright, with that taken care of, we can move onto more serious business...LIKE THROWING AN ISLAND-WARMING PARTY! We’ll have it right here in the plaza with a roaring campfire!”
(Claude) “Hah, that’s something I can get behind!”
(Aqua) “PARTY, WOOOO!”
(Tom) “I’m glad to see you’re so excited! Now, we’ll just need a couple supplies! Dimitri, Claude, and Edelgard, let’s clean up the plaza! Byleth, Darkness and Megumin, you should find some snacks on the trees! I’ve test tasted a few of them and they’re safe to eat. Aqua, Megumi, and Kazuma, if I could have a word?”
Everyone got off to work as the three went up to Tom Nook.
(Tom) “Now, I know it says that Megumi is the Representative of the island, but can I entrust you two to help as well? You all seem the least nervous about the package, and I’m sure everyone would rally behind you!”
(Aqua) “Hah, you made a good choice!-”
(Kazuma) “Can we have Byleth instead?”
(Aqua) “HUH?!”
(Kazuma) “He’s actually our professor, alongside Megune-Er, Miss Sakura here. Aqua is just kinda here.”
(Tom) “A professor you say? Very well, Aqua could you go help Megumin and Darkness then?”
(Aqua) “I WON’T FORGET THIS KAZUMAAAAAAAA!”
She ran off quickly towards Byleth’s group and everyone else looked on in awkward silence.
(Tom) “...She’s a colorful character.”
(Megumi) “Hah, you have...no idea.”
(Kazuma) “Anyways, we’ll be more than happy to help mister Nook!”
(Tom) “Excellent, thank you very much! Now, let’s get to work!”
Kazuma walked off to help Dimitri’s group, but Megumi was still standing.
(Tom) “Is something wrong?”
(Megumi) “Um...is it possible to send a letter out?”
Later...
Once everyone did their assigned jobs, they all stood in front of the plaza as Tom stood in the center.
(Tom) “Now, it’s been a big day for the island of Garreg, and it’s gotten a bit late, so let’s all have a toast!”
Everyone got out their drinks.
(Tom) “These are pear drinks made with the help of Byleth, Aqua, Darkness, and Megumin!”
(Byleth) “Glad to have helped.”
(Aqua) “Hmph!”
(Darkness) “A simple task for a paladin.”
(Megumin) “Insultingly simple for the Crimson Demon!”
(Tom) “And we have this toasty fire thanks to the efforts of Dimitri, Edelgard, Claude, Kazuma, and Megumi!”
(Claude) “No need for thanks!”
(Dimitri) “How modest you sound, Claude.”
(Edelgard) “We appreciate the attention, mister Nook.”
(Kazuma) “My arms are sore as heeeee-...ck.”
(Megumi) “M-Mine as well, but it was well worth it in the end!”
(Tom) “Now, on the count of three, let’s have a cheer to our new life!”
“HERE HERE!”
The party began with everyone chugging down their drinks, and the music played from the nearby radio.
Aqua entertained everyone with her party magic, and for a grand finale, Megumin cast a powerful and colorful explosion in the skies. As everyone mingled and danced to the music, Byleth quietly slipped away from the crowd.
Megumi was the first to notice and followed her, which in turn made Kazuma follow her.
Byleth sat on the beach, watching the waves glisten from the starry sky above.
(Megumi) “Byleth?”
(Byleth) “Megumi.”
She sat down next to him, and Kazuma joined the two by sitting down as well.
(Byleth) “This...is a bit unsettling. I’ve never had an experience quite like this.”
(Kazuma) “After the first time you kinda get used to it.”
(Megumi) “I don’t understand how!”
(Byleth) “I...think I understand how you two feel now. Being transported to some unknown world, not sure what happened to everyone back at home...”
(Kazuma) “Bah, you got the easy end! We’re in a happy cuddly world, lot better to your war torn world!...No offense.”
(Byleth) “Hm. None taken. My world is the Monastery now anyway I don’t care much for outside of it.
(Megumi) “My old world was...enjoyable...until a certain day...”
(Kazuma & Byleth) “Huh?”
(Megumi) “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to bring the mood down! This is supposed to be a party after all!”
(Kazuma) “This have something to do with your letter you sent out?”
(Megumi) “Ah...”
(Byleth) “Letter?”
(Megumi) “Well...When you said that this was a world without crisis, and it was Earth in modern times I...asked Tom Nook to send out a letter to some former students I taught and my mother.”
(Kazuma) “What are their names?”
(Megumi) “Yuki, Yuuri, and Kurumi. In short, let’s just say...something happened to me that I was no longer able to talk to them so...If this world is truly as peaceful as you say, I wish to experience it with them. My family as well.”
(Sothis) “Hah, that’s much like her. Thinking about others before herself.”
(Kazuma) “Wouldn’t be Megunee if she didn’t right?”
(Megumi) “H-Huh? Who said that?”
Byleth and Kazuma’s eyes widened and Sothis faded away quickly.
(Byleth) “Um...Anyways, so what are we in for, Kazuma?”
(Kazuma) “Well...if this is like Animal Crossing, we’ll be living here for a good long while. We can pretty much relax everyday and do whatever we want. But uh...we’ll be in debt.”
Kazuma loudly sighed.
(Kazuma) “Even in a kid friendly world, my ass is still in debt...”
(Megumi) “Wait, debt?”
(Tom) “Oh, I wouldn’t phrase it that way!”
Everyone jumped up, hearing Tom directly behind them.
(Kazuma) “JESUS!”
(Megumi) “GAH!”
(Byleth) “WHOA!”
(Tom) “Sorry, I did not mean to frighten, haha! I just wanted to let you all know that everyone is heading back to their tent for some shut eye. I’ll be telling you all what’s in store for your new lives tomorrow!”
They looked at each other and nodded.
(Kazuma) “Well, we’re looking forward to our lives here!”
(Megumi) “Indeed!”
(Byleth) “It’ll be interesting.”
(Tom) “Good to hear it, good night!”
Tom nook waved everyone off and went back to the plaza.
(Byleth) “New lives...again.”
(Megumi) “I won’t waste the second chance of life I’ve been given.”
(Kazuma) “Same here...Wait, what?”
(Megumi) “Good night everyone!”
Byleth and Kazuma looked concerned for a moment, but decided to ignore it. After saying good night, they all went to bed.
#shitpost#fire emblem three houses imagines#fire emblem three houses headcanons#fe3h#fe16#gakkou gurashi#school-live!#konosuba#animal crossing new horizons#Edelgard von Hresvelg#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#Claude von Riegan#satou kazuma#dustiness ford lalatina#darkness#megumin#aqua#megumi sakura#animal crossing#tom nook
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Ivy Fairchild (Aisha Dee), 26, Female, Bisexual ━
( hi hi, I’m tasha! and this is my daughter ivy fairchild! it’s been a couple months since I rp’d her skdkdoa This is tech an alt. version of her since the og version does not necessarily fit with the rp. you can IM me here, on tumblr, or message me on my discord dumbass#9361 )
bare with me, this is gonna be a long mess akdkdka, I’m sorry
ivy fairchild was raised by her grandparents
her mother died when she was 2 years olds from a car accident and her father was deployed into the army
her mother, sophia, had a one night stand with a married man. she didn’t know at first until she saw his ring on his finger the next morning.
sophia was disgusted and left, wanting to forget that night but ended up finding out weeks later that she’s pregnant
she didn’t know what to do, she was was only 23 and she didn’t want to tell the guy she was pregnant. she didn’t want to ruin a marriage and she didn’t want to raise a child alone. so she went to her best friend and begged him to help her.
her best friend, luke, was heart eyes over her so he agreed to help her with the baby and telling everyone he was the father
so she did and here came along ivy woooo ( I’m a messsss )
after Ivy’s mother passed she moved in with her grandparents who then moved back to Australia to be with family. They came back to Frostford when Ivy was 8 years old
luke was deployed into the army. she only got to see him during the times he was allowed to have vacations visit
ivy grew up helping her grandfather with the family’s farm ( since she an only child and it was getting hard for him to do it alone )
ivy loved anything that had to do with flowers, painting/drawing, and animals
ivy would constantly asked stories about her mother whenever her grandfather wasn’t busy
when she was 12 luke came back home, he was on two years of inactive, which she didn’t fully understand what that meant but all she knew was that he was home, for what she thought, permanently.
there was a lot adjusting to do for everyone
it wasn’t until a year after luke has been home that when she found out the truth about her biological father
everyone was mourning the loss of ivy’s grandfather. it was a hard time for ivy, but she was trying to be strong for her grandmother
she helped packed her grandfather’s stuff away with luke a couple month after he passed.
her grandfather seemed to have a few boxes of things that belonged to sophia that ivy didn’t know he had
ivy found her mothers journal, keeping it hidden so she could take it with her to her room when she was done helping luke. she read every single page. including the one where she talks about how luke wasn’t her biological father ( dun dun dunnnnnn ) ( aejkgr;i ignore me )
ivy was angry and confronted luke, because a part of her was really hoping what her mother wrote was a lie
but alas it wasn’t and young ivy did not respond well to any of this. her emotions were everywhere. she basically gave him the silent treatment for a long time.
ivy’s grandma tried to talk some sense into her, but she was too stubborn to listen. it wasn’t until she heard that luke was going to be redeployed due to some conflicts that she regrets not talking to him.
that was the only day ivy ever skipped school. she went to luke’s apartment instead to apologize before he left town, very emo moment
Ivy left town in August after senior year for college Auburn University
Ivy and her best friend Lucinda decided to start their own business of using honey to make candy. She majored in business and minored in social work in Auburn University
Two years after graduating Ivy noticed that her grandmother’s health was starting to become questionable. She was living on her own but she decided to move back in with her grandmother until they figure things out
They found out that her grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer
Ivy has completely taken over the family’s small farm while helping around the house and taking care of her grandmother
Luci moved in to help out with the farm so that Ivy can have more time looking after her grandmother
Ivy refused to let her grandmother go into a nursing home, even when she started getting worse. She believed she can take care of her. But after having a long talk with Luci, she finally decided to place her in a nursing home ( she still thinks about this decision and a bit of a mess b/c of it )
luke, now working with Frostford’s fire department, does what he can to help ivy take care of things when he’s not on duty.
She’s someone who tells everyone she’s fine when she is clearly struggling. She’s a mess but she tries to come off as if she’s not
She a mix of the outgoing-fun friend and the grandma friend
She has a southern and Australian accent
She is a sweet girl, very caring and silly. She can come off as shy in a way. She’s an active person and up for an adventure ( sometimes argsfd ) but doing thing in from of people makes her want to kermit ( she’s working on that )
Wanted Connection:
BEST FRIENDS [1/2] -NAME UTP & LUCINDA MAE BENNET — these three have been friends since they were kids. they weren't exactly the kind of people you would expect to be as close as they were. all three different as can be, but somehow together they worked. luci was reckless and always looking for an adventure, ivy was quiet but thoughtful and rather nurturing of the others, and [open] was the glue the held them together. they kept luci in check and made sure ivy never felt left out. no matter where life takes them, they know without a doubt that they have each other and always will.
HIGH SCHOOL SOMETHING? - This muse was someone that everyone thought had a crush on Ivy or had something going on with ivy. More so the latter when they both came to school with poison ivy. Ivy didn’t know there was a secret spot for kissing ( and where the poison ivy was ) in the riverbank. Why your muse had poison ivy is up to you. There was probably something between them but after those rumors started Ivy distanced herself. Especially when the rumors turned from something innocent to slut-shaming.
FIRST SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP - this muse met ivy when they were going to Auburn University. These were two pairs that no one would’ve thought would be together. The fact that they worked was a surprise to most, considering the fact they were the opposite of each other. However, they were the same for things that mattered. After graduating they moved in together. Things started to become complicated, with her trying to start her business with luci and with whatever your muse wanted to do with their career. They did find a way to work through it, but then her grandmother’s health started to change. Her focus was completely on her grandmother, which left your muse to feel neglected. Their relationship ended when ivy came back home and caught them cheating. Your muse could’ve stayed in the apartment or moved somewhere else but Ivy moved back into her grandma’s house
ONE NIGHT STAND - someone she could hook up with
FWB/FLING - with everything that is going on, Ivy does not really want anything serious. But she would love to have a distraction. Would that opinion change? who knows. However, the other person can also just see it as a fling and nothing serious. If they were to gain feelings is up to you.
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS/ACQUAINTANCES - Ivy grew up in frostford, for the most part. and since this is a small town, she would most likely know who a lot of people are. She was not popular like Luci was in high school. She never really felt like she fit in this town, so she tends to keep to herself. She’s outgoing and she will get along with mostly everyone, but she never lets them in the way she lets Luci in. That can start to change.
NEIGHBORS - if anyone wanna live next to farm! kefsgasgdfs this person probably sees the embarrassing parts of ivy since she forgets other people can see her when she's working on the farm. she most likely dies inside from embarrassment every time she sees them.
ENEMIES - ig anyone that does not like ivy sadfja;gasdg or whoever ivy does not like
ART STUFF - ivy loves drawing/painting! most of her paintings/drawings vary but she does focus on drawing/painting people of color since there is such a lack of it. especially with growing in a not-so-diverse town, this was her way of drawing others that looked like her. and posting it online for others to see themselves as well. But she does/can help anyone who would like to learn to draw or paint. Also, if someone wanted their wall decorated a certain way or wanted some type of logo she wouldn’t mind helping out.
#intro#// tis is long#// and the fact that i actually wrote some wanted connections#// im proud of me
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Cold is the Night - 19/20
Cold is the Night - 19/20
Fic Summary: You and Pat have known each other for years but this summer, everything will change. As the two of you start to grow close, your matching tempers threaten the foundation of your rocky friendship and prevent both of you from realizing your true feelings. Cold is the Night Masterpost.
A/N: I don't really have words to describe how I feel about this story coming to an end. I was so nervous when I posted the first chapter and you all were so welcoming and amazing, it overwhelmed me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much!
Fic Song: Cold is the Night by The Oh Hellos. Fic playlist can be found here.
Pairing: Pat Murray/Female Reader
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Multiple Chapters
Pat awoke on the morning of the last game of the season in a sour mood. He was home in his own bed but only because he needed to rest for the game. He knew if he stayed over your house, he'd be up all night.
He had barely opened his eyes when his phone dinged. Checking his texts, he found one of you, naked except for his D-Backs hat. He had gotten a replacement a few days prior, insisting you keep his original.
Good luck, handsome. One way or another you're scoring today.
Grinning like an idiot, he typed back. Stop being so sexy. It's distracting.
He pushed himself up to sit, glancing at the clock. The draft would be starting soon and his stomach was a mess of nerves on his friend's behalf. Maz was so good, there was no way he wouldn't get picked.
Pat's phone dinged again.
But I love distracting you. <3 Have a great game.
He was sad you weren't going to be there but he tried to remind himself that it was only a game. It wasn't right for him to expect you to shirk your responsibilities on his behalf. He knew you supported him and that's all that mattered.
After showering and getting dressed, he wandered into the kitchen to find something to eat. His father was sitting at the table, the newspaper in one hand and coffee in the other.
"Good morning," Brian said. "Surprised you're home. Haven't seen you in a few days."
Pat poured himself a coffee. "Don't start with me, Dad. It's too early."
"I'm not starting anything," Brian denied. "It was just an observation."
"No, it wasn't. Your tone was confrontational."
Brian sighed and put his paper down. "Well, I didn't mean for it to be. I'm sorry."
Pat studied him carefully before his shoulders sagged. "Me too. I didn't mean to snap. I'm just stressed."
"Yeah, I know." Brian kicked out the seat across from him. "Sit. Let's have a chat."
Steeling himself, Pat sat down across from his father. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Anything, everything. You've been gone so much lately, I've barely seen you. How are things?"
"Good. Really good." Pat took a sip of his coffee, welcoming the caffeine as it entered his system.
"I saw you switch to night shifts," his dad commented. "Any particular reason why?"
"They can never find people to do nights, so I'm guaranteed forty-hours. Plus, I can see my girlfriend more."
At that, Brian smiled warmly. "You two are pretty serious then?"
"I love her."
The phrase became easier to say each time. Pat couldn't believe how scared he used to be. Now, he said it without hesitation.
"Wow, Patrick, that's big."
"She loves me too. It's...indescribable."
"I know what you mean."
Heaviness fell over his father and Patrick suddenly understood what it must have done to him to lose the woman he loved. Just the thought of losing you was enough to make his heart seize and stomach twist. Yet, his father had lost love and still managed to go on, to raise his son. Their son.
"How did you and mom meet?" Pat asked.
Brian leaned back in his chair, eyeing Pat with surprise. "You never ask about her."
"I know. But I should."
His dad studied him for a moment before looking away, his mouth twisting into a small smile. "High school sweethearts," he said. "Married as soon as we turned eighteen. She wanted kids right away but we didn't have much luck. It took years for us to conceive. She was worried she couldn't have any. Then you came along. She loved you so damn much."
His voice broke and he cleared his throat.
"You look just like her, you know."
Pat gave him a soft smile. "I know."
"I'm really happy for you, Pat. You got a good partner. I can tell you're crazy about each other. Not to mention she's fiercely supportive."
Pat chuckled, remembering how you stood up for him in that very kitchen. "You could say that."
Brian reached across the table to take his son's hand, squeezing it affectionately. "You kids are in this for the long haul. I couldn't be prouder."
Blinking away tears, Pat squeezed his hand back. "Thanks, dad."
A moment later, the tension broke and the two men pulled themselves together. "You should go get ready," Brian said, looking at the clock. "Garvey called last night. They want everyone early for BP."
Pat groaned, slumping forward and dropping his head on the table. "Fuck. Today is going to suck."
"No, it won't. Stop being dramatic."
"No. I refuse."
Eventually, Pat finished his coffee, ate a small breakfast, and got dressed for the game. He kept looking at his phone, hoping Maz or Maz's father would text him about the draft. But he got nothing.
By the time he got to the field, his anxiety had taken hold and his whole body was filled with tension.
"What's up?" he mumbled to his teammates as he entered the dugout.
"What's up, Murray," Ty greeted him.
"What's up you talk to him?"
"Yeah, you get a call?"
"Thirty-fifth round, I haven't heard a fucking thing," Pat told them.
"Not even a phone call? The Padres guy and Mets guy that was scouting him?" Dell asked.
"I said not a thing, Dells!" Pat snapped. He was in no mood to be pestered.
They left him alone after that. Pat sat on the bench, sulking. It was difficult not to. Between the lack of information on Maz and you not being there, he'd rather be anywhere else.
When he eventually got a text, it wasn't good news. Maz wasn't drafted.
Pat's anger was now doubled.
Maz eventually joined them and then, the game started. It was slow going. Everyone on the D-Backs was sluggish, not caring or even wanting to be there.
When he was on deck, he put his helmet on and grabbed a bat. As he stepped out of the dugout to take a few practice swings, he heard something that made him whip around.
"Yeah! GO, PAT! WOOOO! You got this, babe!"
Pat heard a familiar voice and he turned toward the sound. His heart nearly burst when he saw you in the crowd. You were decked out in D-Back colors, wearing his hat as you cheered him on.
His mind went blank and he almost forgot it was his turn to bat. Suddenly, the pressure he was feeling got a thousand times worse. He had wanted you to be there so bad and now that you were, he was scared of looking like a fool.
He tried to get out of his own head but it didn't work. He struck out. Gritting his teeth, he gripped the bat tight as he walked toward the dugout. Anger bubbling over, he swung the bat into the fence.
The rest of the game didn't bode well. The Bulldogs were fucking annoying with their chanting and their pitcher was a cocky asshat.
His mood didn't improve much. By the time he had to bat again, he was still on edge.
This time when he struck out, he lost it. With a scream, he slammed the bat against his helmet several times before attacking the fence so hard, the bat broke. His rant didn't end there. Frustrations bubbling over, anger at his lack of skill took hold and he screamed at himself as he took to the field, going so far as to bury his face in his glove.
It wasn't just the strikeout that got to him. Maz should have been drafted. His best friend deserved it more than anyone he knew. The same friend helped Pat overcome his trepidation, encouraged him to act on his feelings. Maz wanted so much for Pat to be happy, he deserved happiness too.
After nearly throwing hands with Zapata, and venting his frustrations, Pat collapsed on the bench. "No one gets what they deserve, good or bad," he declared.
His father lost the love of his life. Maz wasn't drafted. Why did he Pat get to be happy when those around him weren't? They deserved it just as much if not more than he did.
Pat got up and stepped just outside the dugout, muttering curses under his breath. He heard you call his name. Spinning around, you were standing on the other side of the fence a few feet away.
Pat immediately made his way to you. He leaned on the fence, as close to you as he could get given the circumstances.
"Baby, you okay?" you asked.
"I thought you had work. What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to surprise you. I switched my shift so I could come see the game," you said. "Didn't you want me here?"
"I did...do." Pat sighed, resting his forehead on the fence. "I just didn't expect to be so nervous with you watching."
"Hey," you said, curling your fingers around his. "I'm with you no matter what. Don't focus on me or what I think. Just focus on the game."
"Easier said than done."
"Pat, you know I believe in you. I just want to see you enjoy the game you love. Okay?"
Pat smiled. "Okay." Seeing your face calmed the storm inside. But then he remembered Maz and the conversation he had with his father and the smile faded. "It's not fair."
"What's not?"
"Maz, my dad losing my mom...I'm happy and they're not. I feel so fucking guilty."
Your eyes softened and you leaned in close. "Patrick, look at me." His downcast eyes met yours. "Don't do this to yourself. Don't self-sabotage. You can be upset for them but don't make their anger yours. They love you. They're thrilled your happy. Your dad has been talking about it this whole game. It's okay to be happy and you don't need to feel guilty about it."
Pat took a deep breath. "What would I do without you?"
"Kill someone probably," you said with a small smile. "Also, do me a favor and don't hit yourself again. You gave me a fucking heart attack."
Pat winced. "I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted. I'm staying right here for the rest of the game. You feel like losing it again, just look at me."
"I love you."
"I know. I love you too." You kissed his nose through the fence before pulling away. "Back to the dugout, Murray. You're in the middle of a game."
He gave you a mock glare before returning to his teammates. He jogged back to the dugout, this time with his anger in check.
The game dragged on. The Bulldogs led two-to-one and Pat wanted the game to be over so he could take you home and leave his anger on the field.
All that changed when Garvey got hurt. It happened so fast, Pat wasn't sure what was going on until he saw Vinnie punch the player from the other team. Pat looked at you and when you yelled, "FUCK HIM UP, VINNIE!" he took that as a sign you were as pissed as he was.
"Oh, let's go!" Pat threw his hat and glove.
Running across the field, he leapt into the fray.
The fight lasted several minutes and by the time the teams were separated, the cops were there. Vinnie and Ty were led away in cuffs but it was declared the game would continue.
Pat felt a surge of determination. With Maz leading the team, the energy in the dugout changed. The next time he was at bat, Fotch was on first and Pat was trying desperately not to fall back into his anxiety.
Maz came over to check on him. "You alright?"
"Any advice?" Pat asked, gripping the bat tight.
"Get a hit."
Pat rolled his eyes. "Thanks." He glanced your way. You gave him a smile and thumbs up.
Taking a deep breath, Pat approached the batter's box.
"Please don't blow this. Please don't blow this. Please don't blow this. There's so many people here, please don't blow this right now," Pat muttered under his breath as he readied himself. "Please don't blow this. Please come through one time. Don't blow it, don't blow it…"
He managed to hit the first ball but it was a foul. Dejected, he went back to the plate, taking a deep breath.
"Okay. Alright. You can do this. She's here for you and she loves you no matter what," he told himself, picking up the bat. "It's gotta be the fastball. Please throw a fastball. Just throw me a fastball one time. Just one fucking fastball…"
It was like time slowed down. Pat saw the pitcher throw and the ball came hurtling toward him. He thought about what you said, how proud of him you were, and how you loved him no matter what happened.
He swung the bat and it collided with the ball, sending it flying. Pat ran faster than he had ever run in his life. At the last second, he slid into first and was declared safe.
"YESSSS!" Pat screamed in excitement. He heard your voice above the crowd, screaming just as loud as he was. "I GUESSED! I FUCKING GUESSED! YES! I'M NOT OUT!"
"I LOVE YOU, BABE!" you screamed.
"FUCK YEAH YOU DO!" He heard scattered laughter but he had turned his attention back to the plate where Palacco stepped up to bat. "Go! Go, Palacco! KILL HIM!"
And he did.
Palacco got a hit on the first swing and then bases were loaded. When David stepped up to bat, Pat tried to feel hopeful but it was difficult. Then David struck out...and it was Maz's turn.
The crack of the bat sent Pat running. Ahead of him, Fotch reached home. Pat rounded to third and kept going, running as fast as he could. He scored. Palacco right behind him...
They won. Somehow, they won.
Pat couldn't hear anything over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. He had scored and, more importantly, you were there to see it. He turned toward the crowd just in time to see you climbing the low fence, too impatient to fight through the crowd.
He broke away from the team to meet you halfway. You leapt into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist as you practically slammed your mouth against his.
Pat was sore, sweaty, scratched to hell, and covered in dirt but he didn't fucking care. All that mattered was that you were in his arms. He kissed you back just as feverishly, ignoring the cheers and whistles from the guys.
"I'm so fucking proud of you!" you gushed, forehead pressed to his.
"I love you so fucking much." Pat kissed you again and in that moment he knew, whatever happened, whatever the future held you'd be right there by his side, facing the world together.
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henlo hi hello i did a thing woooo one wip finished!
some bffnate for @coughedfeathers because i can (and also cause this was the only non-angsty wip i had and even then it. kinda ended up having flashes of angst in it but anYWAYS). so i hope you like it <33
He was tired. Exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep.
And yet there he was, eyes wide open and being so alarmed of his surroundings that sleep wasn’t even close to being an option.
Absentmindedly Nate’s fingers caressed the hair of the smaller student curled into a ball on his side in the beanbag chair. Almost as soon as Nate had walked into the room, Kit had pulled him first into a tight hug, and then pretty much thrown him onto the beanbag chair, cuddling up to his side, and fallen asleep. This was more of a routine to them by now so it didn’t surprise Nate one bit that this was what he was pulled into when he arrived to the scene, and he accepted his faith without a question. He didn’t know what the consequences for refusing a cuddle session with Kit were, and honestly, at this point he was just too afraid to find out.
Kit was sound asleep, their breathing steady as Nate tried to focus on listening to it instead of allowing his mind to wander too much. They seemed calm, their sleep uninterrupted as Nate tried to be a good pillow and not make any moves that would disrupt them. And while he was doing a damn good job at that on the outside, his thoughts were racing like crazy on the inside.
All he wanted was to sleep. Even just a small wink. Nate couldn’t remember the last time he had actually had like a proper good night sleep, it had to be weeks at this point. Sure he had small naps whenever he just happened to pass out or few hours in a night, but that clearly wasn’t enough for him.
Not to mention, the stress he was building up with October around the corner wasn’t doing him much favors. Nate was so sure he had already seen one or two shadows creepily staring at him, maybe even winking at him, thinking he wasn’t looking. It was barely mid-September, and he was already feeling what was coming up.
And Nate just really didn’t want to get there, no, not this year, not here, not now when everything has finally starting to seem like it was falling to place.
Not right now when he was finally starting to feel like he was happy somewhere.
Brushing his free hand through his hair, Nate let out a quiet sigh. He was stressed out, which building on top of the lack of sleep just really wasn’t a thing he was a fan of.
Nate glanced down at the sleeping figure glued to his side, a little smile crossing his lips. Kit was fast asleep right there, with no care in the world.
The shadows surely wouldn’t mess with him with his little protector on his side, would they?
He was going to take the chance with that, hoping that Kit was proving to be enough of a protective charm for him to not be dragged down to nightmare land if he just. Closed his eyes for a hot second. For a second that he just really, really needed.
With one hand still in their hair, Nate pulled his other arm from his chest to under his head, yawning as he rested his head against it, staring up at the ceiling. So much pink in the Primrose dorm, he had never really thought about it before. It was honestly kind of nice, the color was lighter and warmer than the soft blue of Bluebell, and he liked it. Nate wasn’t going to be the first person to admit that he liked the light shade of pink of the walls and the ceiling, but right now though? He really did enjoy it.
The nice thoughts rolled through his mind, slowly fluttering Nate’s eyes shut. He yawned again, slightly adjusting his position on the beanbag chair, trying to not disturb Kit in their sleep. Slowly relaxing against the softness of the beanbag, Nate could feel himself sinking into it.
…Maybe a little bit too far into it, as soon enough it felt like the entire beanbag chair swallowed him whole, the light in the room quickly disappearing from around him, leaving nothing but a maniacally cackling shadows glaring down at him, laughing at his misfortune the one second he allowed himself to be careless enough to be tempted by the thoughts of sweet sleep.
Nate’s eyes shooting open, without having the control of his body he shot up in a sitting position. Feeling a lump in his throat, he tried to catch a few quick deep breaths before his eyes focused back to the lit up dorm room that was obviously in Primrose, and the tired, clearly confused Kit sitting there next to him, rubbing their eyes with a questioning look on their face.
“Nate? Is everything okay?”
Honestly, he didn’t really know how to answer that. Nate just looked back at them blankly for a moment, before Kit had it in them to repeat the question.
“Are you alright?”
“…Yeah?”
Not a very convincing answer, and he noticed Kit’s furrowing brows reflecting their way of thinking being that as well. They shifted on the beanbag a little, giving Nate some more room as he slowly leaned back to the position where he had originally been when Kit had practically thrown him on the beanbag chair.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Their voice was a bit timid, Nate assuming from still being a bit tired. He shrugged his shoulders a little bit. He wasn’t even sure himself what exactly had happened, or what was happening, let alone how to explain it to someone else.
“Just. A bad dream, that’s all.”
“Is that why you haven’t been sleeping much lately?”
Nate looked at Kit, blinking at them a couple of times. They might have been vocal, the little pink blur all over the place that he definitely didn’t think was much into paying that close attention to their surroundings, and yet here they were, cracking his secrets like it was common knowledge to everybody. Nate had definitely tried his best to keep his problems under wraps, people already knew he didn’t attend classes very much in the first place, but apparently he had let himself slip with this one. He could probably blame it on being so tired, to be honest.
“Ayu said you have been showing up for classes even less and apparently you don’t sleep very much, so…”
Ah. So that’s why. Sometimes Nate just didn’t put one and one together fast enough to remember that they were friends with the Violin Boy. That made sense now then, all things considered.
“Yeah,” he finally said, nodding his head a little. “Bad dreams.”
For some reason to him though, it still didn’t seem like Kit was fully convinced by this, but they nodded either way.
“About what?”
“Just. Bad stuff, I guess,” Nate shrugged, making a notice that he had been fiddling somewhat nervously around with his tie for a while now. Kit probably had picked that up too, hence why they weren’t fully buying him trying to explain himself here. “The dark, mostly.”
Kit stayed silent, just watching him as the raven-haired boy sat up on the beanbag chair a little bit straighter, brushing a hand through his hair as he settled on his new spot comfortably enough.
“This is… Probably going to sound a little silly, but –”
“You’re afraid of the dark, aren’t you?”
Nate looked back at them, opening his mouth but closing it again without an answer. Was he really that transparent to them?
“You’re not the first friend to be afraid of the dark,” Kit confirmed, Nate nodding his head very slowly. To him, it wasn’t just about it being embarrassing to being afraid of the dark, it was more of the fact that it was him who was afraid of the darkness…
And even more so the fact that he couldn’t tell anyone exactly why he feared the dark so much.
“It’s okay though. People are afraid of things.” They shrugged a little, a soft smile making its way on their lips. “I mean… I’m. Afraid of butterflies.”
Nate couldn’t hold back a smile of his own. “Really? Butterflies?”
“They are creepy!” Kit exclaimed, watching the smile growing on Nate’s lips – by no mean being a mean one, more of a lighthearted teasing one instead. “They go like whoosh whoosh with their wings and are unpredictable and weird!”
Nate chuckled a little, reaching his hand forward to slightly ruffle Kit’s pink hair, the younger student pouting a little back at him.
“So being me and being afraid of the dark isn’t really that bad?”
“Being afraid of anything isn’t bad. That’s just. How people are,” Kit shrugged. Nate nodded his head, the smile still playing on his lips as he wrapped both arms around them, pulling them into a hug before allowing himself to sink back against the beanbag chair.
“Now were where we?” he asked, watching as Kit yawned before settling back to his side as Nate let his arms go from around them, allowing them to flop over the edges of the beanbag chair. “Oh right, you were having a nap. Better not keep dreamland waiting.”
Kit rolled their eyes at him, but snuggled their head against his chest either way, soon enough being fast asleep again. Nate was kind of jealous about their skill of just passing out like that and being able to have a restful sleep, but at the same time he didn’t mind staying awake for a little longer.
At least he knew he wasn’t a total weirdo anywhere else than in his own mind anymore.
#mads writes#asagao!kit#asagao!nate#asagao!ayu#bffnate#im tagging ayu cause hes mentioned yo#but yep heres a thinggggg#idk how good this is but at least i did finish it!#just. some sweet bffs for you <33
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