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miraculousmarifan · 3 years

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Felinette Month 2020 - Day 19: Fallen Angel

Happy @felinettenovember! Can you guys guess what prompts I spend more than one day writing? I almost decided to try drawing the akumatized Felix before remembering that I haven’t drawn in nearly 10 years (maybe I would be better off painting it?) and wasn’t really good at people before that point... So I did this instead!

Almost 1900 words and if requested, this could have a continuation for some resolution later this year or early next year and/or potentially a piece of art to try showing Felix as an akuma and/or the object that inspired his form

Felix was close to flipping tables. Marinette had to be an angel from above with how she was handling being bullied by this Lila girl. How was it that even after the school was notified that Lila supposedly had a disease that made her compulsively lie but wasn’t antisocial personality disorder (?), the teacher refused to step in and help one of her star pupils? He shouldn’t be surprised. This was the same teacher that condoned Chloe’s defacing of Marinette’s present to count as them working together on it, even though Marinette had put actual effort into it. This was the same teacher that tried to convince Marinette to be a doormat, in the name of “setting a good example,” as though that has truly changed people that benefit from wronging others.

What he really couldn’t understand was how her friends weren’t more cautious about the liar. She had temporarily gotten Marinette expelled by claiming that she had not only cheated on a mock test, but also stolen the liar’s necklace, AND pushing the witch down the stairs. The class didn’t believe that it sounded like Marinette and YET after Marinette is returned due to the supposed uncontrollable lying diagnosis, they don’t question Lila's integrity? He couldn’t quite fathom why they wouldn’t take the things she said with a grain of salt after that very public and obvious set of lies, especially about Marinette.

And yet, here he was. Standing outside the classroom, waiting for a phone call from his driver, when he overhears the liar whispering to a few girls from the class. Marinette had been gone for an appointment the last period of school and apparently that wasn’t enough for Lila. He heard Alya exclaim, “That doesn’t really sound like Marinette…” and then a sad reply along the lines of how she knew Marinette was friends with all them but she couldn’t believe Marinette said that to her and just wanted to understand why by asking their closest friends. So on so on. Even with her verbalized doubt, it was clear from the tone she used that Alya believed it possible that Marinette had something to Lila, even if it wasn’t as severe as the liar had made it out to be. Felix didn’t need to be any closer to smell the fake crap Lila was spreading. He was sure it would have smelled over a mile away.

Rose exclaimed how she couldn’t believe how much Marinette was starting to act like Chloe and how they really needed to shake Marinette out of this. Alya volunteered to talk to her about it and encouraged them not to do anything crazy before then. It was the first time Felix felt a decent amount of respect towards Alya. Apparently she is starting to learn not to jump immediately to conclusions when it comes to Lila and Marinette. Unfortunately their other friends hadn’t gotten that much insight from the previous incidents and believed that Lila wouldn’t possibly exaggerate or make up anything and cause drama unnecessarily. Alya told the group that she had texted the girl and was going to head over to their place to hang out later that night.

Alya left, muttering how it sounded too extreme to be what Marinette had actually said. Felix had to give it to her, even if she had too much faith in the Italian, it was nice to see she wouldn’t fully discount her friend without any true evidence. Unfortunately with Alya’s departure, the voice of reason had left these girls and they were left with a snake. Felix decided to move slightly closer, just to keep an ear out for danger.

“I don’t think having a talk with her is really going to change Marinette’s mind. I mean she already knows about my health conditions and she’d rather discriminate against me than admit that I’m just trying to be friends. I reached out in good faith, painting her a picture, and she destroyed it and told me we could never be friends. It was just shockingly mean! She’s so nice to you guys so I thought this would help, especially since we like so much of the same stuff! I can’t help it if Adrien rejected her for me!”

Felix wanted to gag at that reasoning again. Marinette had worked to move on from Adrien long ago and especially hard when he had started dating Kagami over a year ago. She even started having tea and snacks with his girlfriend at least once a month, since Kagami didn’t get out much and Marinette didn’t want her to feel left out. As far as Felix knew, Marinette had long since given up on Adrien and was more focused on her personal projects than on boys, something her friends should have known by now.

“We know it’s not your fault and she should realize that too!” Rose tried to cheer up Lila.

“It’s so hard to imagine her destroying someone else’s art when she preaches about how people shouldn’t touch other’s work! Plus she has to know how much that sucks, after Chloe ruined her present for Ms. Bustier a few years ago…” Alix sounded angry enough to act impulsively and it didn’t sit well with Felix.

“To me, it just doesn’t seem like talking to her is going to be enough for her to really think about her actions, but you guys know her the best!” Lila managed to get a small amount of wavering into her voice, to convey hesitant worry and unsuccessfully attempted optimism through her small shrug. Felix may have thought that some of her lies should be relatively easy to dismiss but he had to admit that sometimes she could be a good actress.

“If we left her a message along with doing something, she wouldn’t ignore it right? Especially if she knows that if she ever does something like that again, we won’t stay friends with her…” Alix suggested. Felix felt his stomach sink. This was going bad but he couldn’t just walk in there right? He waited a moment longer to hear them start planning how they were going to ruin Marinette’s personal art project that she had been working on during her study hall, as it was sitting in a drying area of the art room. He had enough information to go talk to Damocles about what he had heard.

After hearing Felix’s concerns and hearing his stern insistence that this was actually at risk of happening, not just girl’s venting, Damocles accompanied him to the art room to check into the security of the projects inside. By the time the pair arrived though, they were too late. Nobody was in the room anymore, however Marinette’s project was beyond repair.

She had sculpted a human-like angel with arms raised with peace and joy captured remarkably on its face, an orb in its hands being presented to the sky like a holy gift. The wings had been formed into individual feathers and Marinette had just put the first layer of paint on it that day. The base color of the wings was a lovely shade of light pink, her dress had the first layer of white, the skin left a gray tone, with a small amount of darker gray and lighter gray added to certain areas to imitate how light would fall if emitted from the orb. The orb had a strange tone of light blue-green for the base. He had been enthusiastically anticipating her final painting work since she had finished the sculpting step.

Now the angel was missing a wing, the orb that had barely rested on the carved palms was separated from the hands, and the arms were no longer connected. He picked up the body of the statue gently before looking up at Damocles sadly.

“It’s too bad we didn’t get here sooner. I guess we will just have to check the school’s cameras to figure out who did this.” Damocles took a step towards the stand that the statue had previously been set on, picked up the note left on it, and read it out loud.

“‘This is for ruining Lila’s painting. You should’ve accepted her peace offering rather than blaming her for Adrien’s rejection and if you keep acting like this, you won’t have any more friends here.’--” he cleared his throat in displeased surprise, “-- I will need to take this note as evidence in this. Also, we should probably take some pictures of the damages before getting this cleaned up.”

Felix helped set the pieces of the statue on the table next to each other before the principal took out his cell phone and snapped a quick picture of that and of the note. Before the man could leave, Felix volunteered to clean up the classroom as he was sure Marinette would still want the pieces. He was also sure that Damocles would actually proceed with this investigation due to his involvement and firmness regarding the need to supply a punishment. While the punishment would not be sufficient, there would at least be some record of this incident.

Before sweeping up the tiny pieces that he didn’t expect her to care about, he sat down in a chair and held the body of the statue. His fingers ran over the one remaining wing despite the paint smearing on his skin, feeling the texture his classmate had managed for the feathers. It was an amazing work that would be difficult to replicate, if Marinette even decided it was worth doing again. Part of him hoped she would redo the remarkable piece. He felt anger bubbling just below the surface of his sadness, anger that the girls that were supposedly her friends would do this. Anger that their school was not secure for her. Anger that he wasn’t able to protect her, even having heard the plans. Grief over being too slow to protect her. Crushing sadness that she couldn’t trust her classmates, her supposed friends, to even ask her about a situation before trusting another’s words about her. Someone that had very publicly lied to get her suspended just the last school year. He was so busy with his thoughts and the statue that he missed the purple butterfly coming towards him until it settled into the statue.

“Hello Ange Déchu. I am Hawk Moth. The people around you pass judgement on the innocent and work on behalf of the wicked. It must be frustrating to watch them work to break the people you care about. I will give you the power to understand people’s intentions and apply your chosen consequences on them so you can protect the ones you love. In exchange you would give me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous.”

In this akumatized form, he could not only protect Marinette but also help her get revenge on the manipulative witch. She would be his queen, his direction, and she would be able to decide how she wanted to apply justice.

“Yes Hawk Moth. I will deal out Marinette’s justice and get the miraculous for you.” The akumatized Felix, called Fallen Angel, unfurled his black wings and pushed off the ground to fly to Marinette’s side. He would protect her first and foremost. Then they would deal with the witch and her flying monkeys however she saw fit.

#felinette month 2020 #felinette month #akumatized felix #lila salt #alya sort of redeemed?#some bustier salt #damocles actually does SOMETHING #felinette #miraculous ladybug

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words-writ-in-starlight · 3 years

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okay, i'm taking that as an invitation: PLEASE post your annotations for the kencyrath playlist?

OKAY SURE TWIST MY ARM I GUESS

Actually this playlist is...long as hell, BUT there’s only like twelve people in this fandom and I’m in a group chat with half of them, so everything is here but it’s got a cut for length because my annotations are Specific.

THE BASICS (in no particular order)

Can’t Cheat Death by the Ballroom Thieves, for Jame, no further comment, I am Correct

I spilled blood in the water Then let the storm roll in I put my hands in the fire Watched my welcome wear thin Salt in my wounds and spit in my eye I burned the path you walk on And I let none survive

Thistles and Weeds by Mumford & Sons, for Torisen, who is a good leader and also falling apart

Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind

Hey Brother by Avicii, for Jame and Tori, in all ways

Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder? Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Human by Rag’n’Bone Man, for Kindrie Soul-walker, out of his depth and doing his best

Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm blind Thinking I can see through this and see what's behind Got no way to prove it, so maybe I'm lying

Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh Hellos, for the Tyr-ridan (I have considered learning to draw SPECIFICALLY to do a comic of this song featuring Jame as the soldier, Kindrie as the poet, and Tori as the king, but I couldn’t pick a verse because it’s not a very long song)

Home to Me by Devil and the Deep Blue Sea, for Jame and Tori, which I would ALSO do a line-by-line breakdown of as a duet, because I love it for them

(Tori) How dare you love me like you've never known fear When you've got more troubles than minutes in the year (Jame) And a voice like your father's tells you nothing good's for free Well that may be, but you're walking home to me

Dear Wormwood by the Oh Hellos, the ORIGINAL Bane/Jame song, for which I could easily do a line-by-line breakdown cast as a duet between them, the song that I, personally, would set over their last conversation before Bane’s death and over Jame’s flight from the palace, if I was making a TV series, just, you know, if anyone wants to kick me a couple million bucks

I know who I am now And all that you've made of me I know who you are now And I name you my enemy

Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney, for the Kendar, survivors to the last

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives to a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark?

Delilah by Florence + the Machine, for Jamethiel Dreamweaver, the first unfallen darkling, the finest weapon and cruelest victim of the Master’s schemes, and for her daughter, who saw more and ran faster

Too fast for freedom Sometimes it all falls down These chains never leave me I keep dragging them around

We Have It All by Pim Stones, for Tyrandis, just...listen to it, I’m right

There's glory ahead, but our love will be forgotten If my heart was still mine, I would go to the bottom And apologise to you until the day it went rotten

Mercy Down by Shayfer James, which is THE definitive song for the entire Kencyrath--half-desperate for their missing destiny, half-terrified of that destiny when it shows up at their door.

It’s getting mythical now You better pick your weapons up And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down

THE EXTENDED STUFF (loosely sorted by topic)

Control by Halsey, for Jame, heir to the Dreamweaver, Snare-of-Souls, and learning to dance and running away

They sent me away to find them a fortune A chest filled with diamonds and gold The house was awake, with shadows and monsters The hallways, they echoed and groaned

Little Boy by Barns Courtney, for Torisen holding the bones of a little girl who died at the same age as his long lost twin sister

Little boy inside my chest Breathe some life into my bones I've been lost and wandering Down and out and missing home

The Draw by Bastille, for Torisen and the shade of Ganth and the promise of madness on a sleepless night

Don't listen to your friends See the despair behind their eyes Don't listen to your friends They only care and want to know why

Carry Your Throne by Jon Bellion, for Jame and Tori at their best, kissing in the ashfall and dancing in Tentir

Two crowns and a gold cup And they're coming for the throne, love But if your heart is a dog fight Then I'm ready to go to war like

Coming Down by Halsey, for Jame and the twin she loves, who is always, always running away from her

Every single night pray the sun will rise Every single time make a compromise Every single night pray the sun will rise, but It's coming down, down, coming down

Graveyard by Halsey, for Jame and Tori and dreams and the soulscape and running and chasing and trying

I keep running when both my feet hurt I won't stop 'til I get where you are Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard

Thick as Thieves by Shinedown, for Jame and Tori, who can barely have a civil conversation but still manage to be each other’s answer to the concept of ‘home’

Evidently, we can't work it out I guess that courage ain't allowed Evidently, you're not in the mood And everything I say just bothers you

The Horror of Our Love by Ludo, for Bane and Jame, and blood and binding, and shadows crossing continents

I'm a killer, cold and wrathful Silent sleeper, I've been inside your bedroom I've murdered half the town Left you love notes on their headstones I'll fill the graveyards until I have you

Irresistible by Fall Out Boy, for Bane in Tai-tastigon, a prince of the city and a monster in his beloved’s kitchen

Too many war wounds and not enough wars Too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores Too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves You know I give my love a four letter name

Hellfire by Barns Courtney, for Bane, giving your soul to the wrong person, and the Lower Town

Run in an alleyway Through a dead end street Murdering promises That I just can't keep

Punch Drunk Grinning Soul by Flogging Molly, for all the Kendar who keep surviving disasters while their people fall all around them, and especially for Marc and Brier

But these tired eyes are crashing down on me While the paint never dries on these four walls that now suffocate me But tonight, maybe tonight all will be free

Sleepsong by Bastille, for soulscapes and locked doors and armor and hidden gardens and a whole race with a collective unconscious who still manage to be awfully lonely

Oh, in the strangest dreams, walking by your side It is the hole you impose upon your life When you're out, loneliness, it crawls up in the ground It's what you feel, but can't articulate out loud

Bad Decisions by Bastille, for Tentir and all the children there who thought they were immortal

Do you remember what you said to me? 'Cause we lost track of time Yeah, we lost track of time You always let me down so tenderly So live fast and die young and stay forever numb

For The Departed by Shayfer James, for every Kendar who’s ever sold a soul, broken under Honor’s Paradox, died in service, and gone unremembered

So dry your eyes and count to ten They'll have me on the pyre by then Forget the man I used to be You'll move along more easily

Bones by MS MR, for death banners, and for the dead of Kithorn, and for Dalis-sar, depending on my mood

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone Let her find a way to a better place Broken dreams and silent screams Empty churches with soulless curses We found a way to escape the day

I Am Stretched On Your Grave by Dead Can Dance, for sisterkin, for the massacre of the Knorth women, but especially for Brenwyr and her ghost and her maledight madness

Calling out to the air With tears both hot and wild Oh I grieve for the girl That I loved as a child

NFWMB by Hozier, for Brenwyr and Aerulan (and could be for Jame and Tori but he’s, you know, an ostrich with his head buried in his own trauma)

Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves? Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? Ain't you my baby, ain't you my baby?

Church by Fall Out Boy, for everyone who’s ever fallen in love with Jame, from Dally to Torisen

Oh, the things that you do in the Name of what you love You are doomed but just enough

Renegades by X Ambassadors, for the good times in Tai-tastigon with Dally and Canden

It's our time to make a move It's our time to make amends It's our time to break the rules Let's begin

Breath of Life by Florence + the Machine, for everyone who’s ever fallen to the Knorth glamour and paid dearly for it

But I needed one more touch Another taste of heavenly rush And I believe, I believe it's so

#kencyrath #chronicles of the kencyrath #jame priests bane #torisen black lord #kindrie soul walker #and...everyone else basically. eventually.#i have BIG thoughts about some of these (like dear wormwood and home to me and hey brother. just as a sample.)#and others (like punch drunk grinning soul) i just threw on there because I Vibed With It #THERE'S NO SYSTEM except also the system is elaborate #i certainly can't explain it either way #this was a delightful way to cruise comfortably down off a day of hyperfocus #i love these books so much #i love the music i put together for them #it all just FEELS very on point to me personally #AND IN A FANDOM THIS SMALL WHAT ELSE MATTERS #well actually in any fandom what else matters #i think i am losing focus here #a queue we shall keep and our honor someday avenge #smallblueandloud #asked and answered

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strangerfictions · 4 years

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Don’t Punch Me

Summary: You stuck up for Nancy by punching Steve but eventually you become friends. When Nancy breaks up with Steve he turns up on your door. Whats said that night changes you both.

Warnings: A little bit of violence, a mention of broken bones and blood and some fluff.

Words: 3803

A/N: Okay so this is based of a text post I found on tumblr which I have typed out below. I loved the story behind it and so I decided I wanted to write a fic based off of it. This takes place from season one when Steve spray paints the things about Nancy on the cinema through to after season 3. As always requests are open!

Prompt : In elementary school I hit this kid cause he said I can’t punch and I broke his nose and then my stepdad picked me up and the office was like “you have to say sorry” but then the kid was like “but she proved me wrong, she doesn’t have to say sorry” ladies and gentlemen my best friend of many many years.

You were driving into school when Nancy told you about the weekend. You never really liked Nancy but he had made her happy for a while and so you got over it but now you don’t care you are going to sort this once and for all.

When you pulled into school you see Steve walking in the doors just before you and so you know you would catch him at his locker. Nancy ran after you begging you to drop it, but he had to be taught a lesson.

“No way Nance. He isn’t getting away with this!” You could feel the anger build inside of you catching a glimpse of Tommy and Steve in front of you.

You walk up behind Tommy and slam Steve’s locker shut narrowly missing his hand which causes both of them to look at you stunned.

“What the hell Y/L/N” Steve shouts instantly regretting it seeing the anger in your face

“Don’t ‘what the hell me’ Harrington you know exactly why I’m here. How could you do that to Nancy! You really are living up to your name douchbag” you notice people are starting to gather around you.

“You really think because you have great hair and hang around with Tommy that you’re perfect well I’ve got news for you Harrington your not in fact your far from it. You’re a dick and everyone knows it!”

“Look isn’t the fact that Jonathan beat me up enough. Anyways you’re not capable of punching m…”

Without even thinking your fist flies up and connects with Steve’s nose. The deafening crack echoing through the hallway as everyone chants at you both. Blood dripping everywhere as Steve’s hand goes straight up to his nose. Both him and Tommy too in shock to say anything.

“If I hear of you slut shaming any girl ever again Harrington it won’t be your nose you have to worry about!”

You walk away pushing through the crowds that had gathered finding Nancy and Jonathon at your locker.

“I’m sorry Nance but…” You begin to say before she wraps her arms around your neck pulling you into a hug.

“Thanks for sticking up for me. You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it!” Nancy says as she pulls away from the hug.

“It’s fine. Pretty sure I broke his nose so with the black eye and split lip Jonathan gave him I’m pretty sure he has received the message loud and clear!” You say laughing at Jonathans reaction

“Y/N…your hand” Jonathan whispers grimacing at the sight before him.

You look down seeing a small puddle of blood on the ground from your hand. Raising your hand, you see that your hand is completely out of shape and cut on the knuckles.

“Right well I better go to the Nurses office to get something for this before the adrenaline wears off” You smile at both of your friends and walk to the Nurses office.

“I can’t believe she punched me…she actually punched me dude” You can hear Steve muttering Tommy as the nurse patches him up.

“Well I mean you did provoke her dude” Tommy laughs as you walk into the Nurses office.

“Sorry Ms Sanchez could I get a bandage and gauze please?” you see Steve looks over to you and your hand a hint of remorse in his eyes.

“Let me guess that hand is responsible for this broken nose?” Ms Sanchez smiles at as she stands up walking towards where the bandages are.

You smile at her knowing she won’t pry. The 5 minutes it takes for her to wrap up your hand is the most uncomfortable 5 minutes in your life. You can feel both Steve and Tommy watching you as Ms Sanchez gives you the verdict that you do in fact have a broken hand. She cleans your cuts and wraps your hand with gauze and a bandage and tells you that you need to go to hospital.

By the time you were called to the principal’s office you were in the middle of 5th period and you and Nancy were in physics trying to figure out an experiment. You walk into the office to see Steve sitting beside a man who you assume is his dad and beside him is your stepdad. Great you think this is all you need. A broken hand and a suspension.

You sit beside your stepdad who begins to whisper at you asking you everything and when you told him everything, he slapped you on the back telling you that it was the right thing to do and that he was proud of you. He never condoned fighting but when sticking up for yourself or others then he is all for it.

Your principle had said he would let you away without punishment if you apologised but before you could argue Steve was speaking.

“No, she doesn’t have to. She had the right to punch me and plus she kinda proved me wrong. I had said she wouldn’t punch me and then she did so yeah, no hard feelings. I just want this over with” You look at Steve stunned not knowing what to do or say but you just leave it. You feel a pang in your heart but you just put it down to the adrenaline and forget about it. Your principle is happy enough with that and you are both allowed to leave.

That was all you could remember of that day. You knew you ended up in ER that night to get your suspected broken hand checked out but other than that you couldn’t really remember much thanks to the pain killers.

Of course, Steve and Nancy ended up back together before Christmas and so you put your pride behind you and you walked up to Steve’s locker after Christmas to apologise.

“Hi” you mutter hoping not to draw too much attention

“Uhh hey Y/L/N” He looks at you confused wondering why you are at his locker and weither or not you are going to punch him.

“Look you and Nance are back together so I just want to call it truce. I’m sorry for punching you but let’s face it you kind of deserved it anyway yeah I’m sorry” you ramble not really knowing where you were going this whole time.

“Oh…okay yeah sounds good to me. I kind of thought we sorted it in the principles office that day but thanks for apologising but you’re right I did deserve it. I wasn’t myself back then and if being beaten up twice helps me learn that then I’ll take it but please don’t punch me again. My nose hasn’t been the same since” Steve grimaces thinking about it

“Yeah I don’t plan on it anyways I guess I’ll see you around Harrington”

Over the next few months you and Steve become good friends despite the fact that him and Nancy had started to drift. You really didn’t know why they were holding out. Maybe because Steve really was in love with her but you really didn’t know.

“I can’t wait for Tina’s party this weekend. It will be so great to just relax and actually have a break from homework. You should go Y/N it will be great!” Steve says taking a bite out of his apple.

“I’m not really in the mood for Tina’s parties to be honest Steve. It never ends well for someone!” You say pushing your food around your plate as you look over to Nancy who you can tell is in deep thought.

“Yeah I guess so. I bet that new guy is going to try and cause trouble” Steve says through mouthfuls of apple. He looks over at Nancy noticing that she hadn’t even touched her lunch yet.

“Ehmm I’ll see you guys later I need to get some stuff out of my locker” You decide to leave them to it. You knew Nancy had been different since they decided to get back together, but you never really brought it up, but you knew deep down what was causing this change. You knew after everything that happened, she was a different person and so was Steve and it was beginning to become noticeable. You just hoped they could work it out or end it on good terms. You didn’t want to have to pick sides.

It was the night of Tina’s party and you were glad you hadn’t gone. You had loads of homework due on Monday and so tonight was the perfect time to get it done. Your room was quiet except for the soft sound of Queen playing through your record player. The small desk lamp was the only thing illuminating you as you worked. It was about half eleven by the time you were finished. You began putting your books away when you hear something hit your window. Once…twice…three times. You walk over thinking it was just the wind but to your surprise Steve is standing outside.

You open your window but you cant help notice his eyes are red and puffy as if he had been crying.

“Steve? Hold on let me go open the door?” You walk down the stairs hoping your parents are fast asleep. You don’t know how you would explain Steve being in your house at this time of the night. When you open the door, you get a closer look at Steve. His hair has fallen slightly so small pieces were falling into his face and his eyes looked like he had been crying for hours. Instead of saying anything he just pulls you in for a hug.

“What happened?” You whisper as he rests his head in the crook of you neck.

“She broke up with me…bullshit she said…everything is bullshit. I’m not surprised though. I mean I don’t know why she even took me back all I am is a loser.” Your heart broke as he said this.

Over the past few months you noticed that Steve was never really as confident as he pretended. He was actually very insecure and so this was quite possibly the breaking point for him. You knew you would have to be there for him through this. He no longer had many friends and the fact that he turned up on your doorstep meant he considered you a friend as much as you considered him one.

“Steve you’re not a loser. Come on we can talk about it upstairs” You take his hand pulling him upstairs trying to avoiding the creaky step on you way.

You tell Steve to lay down and rest and talk you through what happened while you get a few things. As he is telling you everything that went down at the party your heart breaks more and more. The more you heard about what Nancy said the more anger you felt towards her. You had really hoped the two of them would deal with this like adults because you knew it would break Steve more than her.

“I’m sorry Steve I really am. I had noticed Nancy was being a little off, but I really didn’t think it would come down to this. Here” You place a cold cloth over his eyes as you continue to talk to him queen still playing in the background.

“I mean you were right last year. I was a dick to her so what do I expect. I’m getting a taste of my own medicine and now I know how she feels” Steve sniffles as his body shakes from being upset.

“Yes, you were but you’ve learnt. It may have taken two different people to beat you up, but you did and that shows you’re a good guy Steve any girl would be lucky to have you!” You say placing your hand on his. He sits up pulling the cloth of his eyes and looking at you. Your heart skips a little but you try to ignore it.

“Would you?” he whispers

“What?” You ask hoping this wasn’t going where you thought it was.

“Never mind” He lays back down staring at the ceiling

“Yes” You say lying beside him and grabbing his hand to comfort him. You weren’t sure if you were telling him to comfort him or you really meant it.

“But you need some time out of a relationship Steve. I think you need to grow comfortable with yourself before another relationship” You say glancing over at him to gauge his reaction

“Your right and I know your right, but I can’t help think what if you know. What if it doesn’t happen now and some douche like Billy Hargrove comes along and swoops you off your feet what then?”

“Well if it makes you feel any better Hargrove isn’t my type…far from it actually. I prefer the guys who don’t win the fights…that’s my department” You both laugh thinking back on last year.

“I’m not promising anything in terms of relationships, but I am promising to be friends” You sit up and walk over to your wardrobe pulling out extra blankets and pillows.

“You can stay tonight. You are way too upset to drive anywhere” You throw the pillows and blankets on the bed helping him get comfortable.

Once Steve is settled in the other side of your bed, he already begins to fall asleep. You took him in and say goodnight with a kiss on the forehead. You tell yourself it’s a friendly kiss, but you know better than that. The way your body was reacting to things tonight really made you question things with Steve. You really couldn’t think about this tonight. You were way too tired and he dated your best friend.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed and a note on your desk thanking you for everything and that he would call he later. He had signed it with his initial and 3 kisses which made you smile. You had the whole day to yourself and your thoughts and so you began to think about Steve and what you had both talked about the night before. Did Steve really like you or was he just upset. Did you like Steve or were you just being nice. No, you couldn’t like Steve you broke his nose, but you knew that he has changed since he stopped hanging around Tommy. Before you could think any more on it the phone rang. Too early to be Steve you thought.

“Hello?”

“Y/N It’s Nancy”

“Oh, hi Nancy” You say it a little too formally and you mentally kick yourself for being weird.

“I just wanted to tell you that both Steve and I broke up. It was for the best, but I just don’t want you to feel you have to pick sides it really wasn’t that bad of a breakup” you can clearly hear her lying even if you didn’t know what Steve had told you last night.

“Nancy you and I both know that’s bullshit. I don’t want to take side either, but I had a heartbroken Steve on my doorstep at half eleven last night crying his eyes out blaming himself for this when we all know you were the one to blame this time. I know you’ve had a thing for Jonathan for a while, but you could have saved Steve the humiliation Nancy. You made him feel like he was worthless and a piece of shit all because you have feelings for someone else. I really get that he was a dick to you but you could have done it a little gentler!” You say it so fast and hang up that you don’t even have time to process what you said. Nancy could be really selfish sometimes and this is one of her shining moments. You don’t even know why you hang out with her anymore. She has changed since the whole Barb situation and you don’t blame her but you really don’t see this friendship lasting.

You decide to make some food but before you can even move your phone is ringing again.

“What Nanc..” you snap

“Oh, sorry is this not a good time Y/N” You hear Steve coil back into himself

“Shit sorry Steve. I just had a bit of a heated argument with Nancy is all. I thought you were her calling again” you sigh pulling over the foot stool to sit on.

“Oh. I hope it wasn’t about me because I really don’t want you taking sides. That’s far from what I want you to do actually!” You can hear the panic in Steve’s voice at the thought of you fighting over him.

“I think that ship has sailed Steve I really do. She was selfish to make you think you were the one to blame when you weren’t. Sorry I don’t know why I’m getting so worked up over this”

But you did know. Somehow over the past few months you had started to catch feelings for Steve. Every time he laughed at one of your jokes or did something small you were growing more and more in love with him and you weren’t even aware of it. You decide it was best not to bring this up right now for Steve’s sake as much as yours.

Eventually you helped Steve get over Nancy and slowly he began to come back to himself. You both were now best friends and did everything together. Fighting demigorgans…check. Babysitting the party…check. Fighting weird Russians…check. Despite doing all of this there was a weird tension between you and others were starting to notice it. Robin was the first to notice it when the three of you hung out for the first time.

She brought it up to you one day when Steve was making popcorn for movie night and you decided to tell her about your feeling for him and she told you to tell him and so you set up a plan for three days later. You were all going to a party and you were going to tell him then. Alcohol and feelings what could go wrong.

You had asked Robin to come over and get ready with you because if you didn’t have someone to push you out the door you wouldn’t ever tell him. By the time Steve arrived you and Robin were already a little tipsy from your stepdad’s whiskey.

“You’ll be fine. Just take him to a quiet place and tell him. Easy!” Robin says as you both walk down the stairs.

Robin pulls open the door to see Steve leaning against the wall. His hair is done to perfection and he looks really great. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach begin and you just hope you don’t get sick.

“Robin! I thought you were meeting us there?” he questions looking behind her for you, but you were still stood on the stairs.

“Yeah change of plan dingus. Y/N needed a little girl advice on outfits, so we are now both a little tipsy on whiskey”

“Lucky for you though Steve I can handle my drink unlike someone else I know” You grab Robins hand pulling her towards the door.

“You look great Y/N!” Steve smiles at you. You drop Robins’ hand to pull the door closed but Steve already has it.

“Thanks, you look great too! It’s so great to see you back to yourself Steve!” You genuinely mean this. You saw Steve at his worst and it wasn’t pretty. You had to pull him out of bed on a few occasions but thankfully he bounced back.

The three of you walk towards Steve’s car as Robin talks at you both about random things. The drink really taking over. By the time you get to the party your nerves have risen so much that you think you might get sick. Thankfully Robin has sobered up and she gives a reassuring nod as a little push.

“Hey Steve before we go in, I was wondering if we could talk?” You ask as you watch Robin walk away from you both.

“Oh, actually I wanted to talk to about something too! You go first though” Steve looks nervous and is playing with the hem of his shirt glancing at you.

“Okay…I don’t know if you remember because honestly, I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. The night you turned up on my doorstep after the breakup you asked if I would be lucky to have you and we kinda talked about…dating. I just…why is this so hard. Basically, I like you a lot Steve which is funny because well I hated you for a while and I broke your nose”

Before you can ramble on anymore Steve is kissing you taking you by surprise. The kiss begins gentle Steve’s lips barely touching yours but once your surprise wears off you deepen. You are both breathless by the time you pull apart.

“Yeah that’s all I wanted to say Y/N” Steve chuckles as he wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you into his side.

“Seriously? I know Robin told me to shoot my shot, but I didn’t think…” You trail of realising that Robin may have just set you both up.

“Yeah I think we’ve been set up Y/N” Steve laughs again while you join in. It’s been awhile since you both laughed like this and it really was nice.

“We should probably go find her and thank her then” You smile as you grab his hand leading him into the party.

“I think I have you punching me to thank” Steve laughs as you turn towards him with a questioning look

“What?” you question Steve with a smirk on you face

“Wellll…I guess it made me see you in a whole new light. You may have punched me, but it was hot. Then when you came into the nurse’s office, I knew I was falling for you I just wouldn’t admit it to myself. Especially after I got back with...well you know the rest” Steve smiles down at you pulling you into a hug.

“Who knew you could be such a softy Harrington” you say into his chest

“Let’s go enjoy tonight!” You both walk into the party hand in hand to find Robin to thank her for her meddling.

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Intrigue

Requested: Anon - If I could make a Malachi x reader request if you write Ghoulies? Reader constantly getting into trouble at Riverdale high so she's sent to Southside High after being expelled. When moving to Southside she starts up her mischief again and catches the eyes of the Ghoulies. She gets taken to Malachai for spray painting Ghoulie terf at school and the reader and Malachai instantly click?

A/N: hope you like this!. I also decided to stop doing mood boards unless I have inspiration, forcing myself to make them for every story is pointless. Also, be sure to send in requests because mine are open.

Word Count: about 1890

*Flashback*

“Look principle Honey, I didn't mean to…”

“Didn’t mean to what Y/N? Dye Briane’s hair blue with her shampoo?”

“Hey, not my fault she stole it out of my shower bag” In reality, it was your fault you hated Briane, a girl constantly causing trouble for anyone she came into contact with. You wanted payback. Payback for the way she talked about your friends, and family. So you played a helpless prank on her, and you got in trouble.

“You still did it on purpose Ms. Y/N”

“And you are proving that how…”

“Ms. Y/N some respect please”

“Mr. Honey, you are talking about respect here when you have none for me. I did nothing wrong to Briane. You are siding with her because of our past. Because she is from the rich side of the North. Years I have been bullied by her and not once did I punch or cause blood, because I am way more of a decent human being then she is, I did nothing wrong Mr. Honey”

“Fine Ms.Y/N I will call it at a draw and you will both have 2 nights of detention” You smiled to yourself. “However, you are on very, very thin ice considering you were just here a week ago for allegedly replacing the dead frogs with live ones in last weeks biology classes.”

“Mr. Honey…”

“No Ms. Y/N like I said thin ice do you understand”

“Yes sir I do”

“Good now get out of my office”

*Flashback Ended*

“For weeks now you had been warned daily of the thin ice you were on with Mr. Honey, but you kept your distance and your cool. You needed school, needed it to get out of riverdale and not have to deal with the treacherous town. You may have done all those things, but they were innocent pranks to only get back at the ones that wronged you. You needed to defend your turf, it was what you were always taught before your parents passed. Your grandmother engraving into your brain that you needed to protect yourself before protecting others.

School had been a hassle, every teacher constantly watching every move you made. Every student trying to get you out. No one at riverdale ever liked you, they always saw you as the problem child. The one who dressed in dark clothes, and caused trouble, but none of them knew you at all, or had been through or known the things that you have. You went by your day to day after the incident with Mr. Honey, trying to stay out of trouble as possible. You got a detention for not doing homework, but you never got in real trouble. That was until science lab 3rd period two weeks into your thin ice warning. You were paired up with Briane, for an experiment where a cloud of white would rise when the chemicals were combined. You were in charge of the base and she was in charge of the reactant. However, as soon as you looked away to wipe your hands off for safety she poured the entire bottle of reactant in before screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Briane! You are interrupting the other students what is the meaning of this”

“Y/N, Ms. Murphy Y/N put the entire bottle into the mixture” You turned around stunned, you hadn’t even been looking when she did it, and then you saw the bubbles arise and begin to pour over the smoke filling the air”

“Everyone out of the classroom this instant, we will have to have it cleared for safety. Ms. Y/Nand Ms. Briane come to the principal's office with me at once!”

“Mr. Honey before you say anything I didn’t do it, I swear on my life, I was washing my hands when it happened, I wasn't even paying attention”

“Ms. Briane would you like to say your side”

“Oh yes Mr. Honey thank you so much. Well I was minding my business writing down our lab results of the temperature because I had poured the base, and when I looked up Y/N was pouring the whole jar in, I tried to stop her but she just kept pouring and then I screamed because I was scared and Ms. Murphy came over. Oh gosh, I don’t know why she would ever think to do that if we had more harmful chemicals we all could have died!”

“Everything will be fine Ms. Briane, you can leave my office now”

“Thank you, sir”

“Now Ms. Y/N”

“Mr. Honey, I promise I didn’t do it”

“Well it seems there are other stories at play here, and in our previous meeting, I told you, thin ice. I have decided to transfer you to Southside High”

“No Mr. honey please!”

“It is out of my hands Ms. Y/N”

“No it is literally in your hands, you incompetent piece of shit, You know what. I am fucking glad that I am not going to be a part of this pretentious north siders can do no wrong school. Good riddens, asshole!”

“Ms...”

“Shut up, I’m grabbing my stuff and you’ll never see me again, and you know what I am sooo glad I don’t have to look at your stupid face ever again”

You left the school on a bad note but did it really matter when you were going to a school that barely had programs let alone taught the kids what they needed to know. It was as if your entire world crashed down. Your grades would decrease, your barely existent social life would now diminish completely, and most of all your mindset. You gave up on being the girl that was good at school, but bad on the outside.

You started not caring, picked up art. Learned how to tag and make it so your print was known enough to be you but not to be identified in your other works. You praised your art teacher and got very close with her very quickly. You confided in her, she herself was a student at Riverdale high at one point, kicked out because she lived on the southside and they found out. You related with her in a way you hadn’t with anyone else, but that didn’t stop you from doing way worse things than shit Riverdale high could ever fathom.

When you first got to southside high you completely painted your locker, not crazy but definitely not allowed. You took money from people, yeah you never spent any of it, actually put it in for charity collections, not that anyone knew that. Everyone knew you as the new kid, that just did bad shit. No one knew why no one knew your background or history and no one cared to know one bit. You liked it that way, you enjoyed the animosity. You then moved from the school to walk around the town after ditching for the day. You luckily still live in the house your parents had once owned on the northside, now it looked like a rundown abandoned building on the outside, guess that matched the way your life was turning. You tagged the entire gas station, then the park moving up the hills and down the valleys tagging everything in your sight. Art was your outlet and the southside, your canvas. You had no idea you caught the eyes of a gang called the ghoulies. You didn’t know the turfs, or the sides, you were just a visitor in a town with many rules and regulations you had no idea about. You made a mistake tagging the run-down building on the corner, officially in ghoulie territory. But no one had caused you trouble before, so you were not expecting to turn around and find 5 men and women around in black studded jackets.

“Hello…”

“NO bitch tagging our turf who the fuck are you”

“Wait… your turf?”

‘Yes, this is Ghoulie territory and we are taking you to the king” You had no idea what they were talking about, you felt a bang against the back of your head before you were out cold. You woke up slowly words being heard around you your vision slowly clearing from the blurriness

“Spraying our turf huh doll?” You have seen this guy, seen him around the school more often than you like to admit. He always seemed to be where you were, lurking around corners, and tagging his own spots how he would like, but you never said a word to him, your rule of keeping to yourself always in the back of your mind. You knew of the ghoulies enough to know people on the northside were afraid, but in reality, them all standing in front of you, they were no scarier than a group of 3-year-old children.

“What...? Just figured I'd have a little fun, turns out your ghoulies are a lot less scary than people think. Oh, y/n by the way and you are ...”

“Malachai... a lot scarier than people think, nice to meet you doll, boys let her go, and leave the room, I’ll deal with her”

“Deal with me, I like the sound of that” You were let go, dropped to the ground, as Malachai ushered the men out of the room. You got up finding a chair and putting your feet up and onto his desk that resided in the back of the room.

“Off”

“What? The big bad ghoulie is a germaphobe”

“Nah I just like shiny things, and you doll are currently on my radar” He swiped your feet off the desk before plotting on top.

“So what are you gonna do to me dear king?”

“Talk”

“Talk…”

“You are an enigma Y/N, I want to get to know you”

“No one ever does… what do you want from me?”

“Like I said you intrigue me, I just want to get to know who you are. We are… similar”

“I’m not sure we are…”

“Stay here…”

“Alright” Malachai came back with a photobook, a photo book that once we started flipping through you realized it was him, a boy living on the northside. A boy in a big house on cherry street, with a mother and father, and sister. Grandparents, Christmas parties and… then it was taken from you.

“You’re from the northside?

“Like I said we are similar”

“How did you know I am from the northside”

“Lucky guess I’d say”

“And you… lived there?” “There are a lot of things people don’t know about me, like I said we are similar Y/N”

“I wanna know how”

“Guess you’ll have to stay to find out”

“Apparently so”

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seadragonjade · 4 years

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Chapter 1:A new team for a new beginning

Note: So one of the characters has two nicknames which I use both of them. So if it annoys you, I am sorry but I’m using both because I want to and I feel like it's easier for me.

BEEP...BEEP…BEEP...BE-"*Groans* Fuck" The alarm is still ringing as the young boy tryed to find it. "Make it sstop." Screech a bearded dragon who was in a little reptile tank with a heating lamp over it that was on. "What the hell do you think I'm doing, mate?" Said a green hair teen who was groaning at this point as he finally hit his BB-8 alarm clock.

Upon doing this his roommate/ best friend walked in. "Raise and shine sleeping beauties." Said the black haired boy as he put on his glasses. "We don't want to be late on our first day." He walked off as he pulled up his school uniform shirt. "*groans* Yeah...yeah." The green haired boy replied as he got up out of bed and walked over to his closet to grab his school summer uniform. "Jaden, are you going to leave me here or what?"

"Can you wait until I put on my uniform, Draco?" He asked him as he put on his pants. "No." The bearded dragon said as he watched the dark white boy put on his shirt. "Really...you can be a brat at times, you know that?" He said as he took him out of the tank. "I know." Draco said with a smile, well what looked like a smile. Jaden sighed as he did the rest of what he needed to do to get ready. He walked out with his book bag and the bearded dragon in it. "You sure about bringing him? What if the home room teacher gets a panic attack from seeing it?" The black haired boy asked looking at Draco. "I see your point mate, but what else can we do." Jaden starts up. "What if we have a mission at school and besides Xander he's going to be hidden in my desk anyways. So he'll be fine as long as he stays hidden."

"Yeah, and when have I ever got out of his bag back at our old school?" Draco asked looking Xander in the eyes. "Fine but remember," He looks towards Jaden. "Keep him hidden. And” he points at Draco. "don't make any noise. It will be hard for us to pretend that we didn't hear anything." He tells them.

"Alright Xan." Jaden said. "Weird, usually you're the one giving leader like orders." Draco said as he looked at Jaden. He just rolls his eyes at the creature as they head off to their new school, Syujin Academy. They get on to a subway to their new school.

*time skip*

They finally made it to Syujin. "Woah. This place is kinda big." Draco said. "Shh and stay down till lunch, mate." Jaden tells Draco as he pushes the dragons head gently down back in his bag. Both boys shook their heads as they walked into the building. They look around for a bit looking for the principle. When they found his office they went inside. The principle looked up from the papers he was looking at. "Ah, you two must be the new students. Come in and sit down." He said to both of them." As they both took a seat the principle started up again. "So you two must be Jaden-Drake Etheren and Xander Auditore, correct?" They both nodded without really saying a word to him. "Awfully quiet but I understand since it's both of your first day of Syujin Academy." He told them with a smile.

Just then the door opened to reveal a girl in her summer school uniform walking in. "Ah, Ms. Niijima. You're just in time I was about to call you. Can you show Mr. Etheren and Mr. Auditore around the school and then take them both to their respected home rooms." He asked the girl. She nodded. "Of course. Please follow me, you two." They both got up and followed her out. "I'm Makoto Niijima and both of you are?" She asked them. "I'm Jaden-Drake Etheren, you can call me Jaden and or Drake, and this guy is Xander Auditore." Drake said to Makoto. "Well nice to meet you two. Well, let's get started."

They began to walk around and Makoto showed them the different classes. They were walking to the home room building when Jaden-Drake accidentally bumps into a tall black haired boy with messy hair and glass in his summer uniform. "S-sorry I didn't-" he began but got cut off by the boy. "It's fine. I should be the one to say sorry since I didn't see you." While talking to the boy, Draco popped his head out of Jaden's bag to see a black cat with blue eyes. They both stared into each other's eyes. Both sensing something familiar about one another while the humans carrying them walk away. "That boy had a cat in his bag but...something feels...strange about them.” Draco told Drake and Xander. “I can tell what you mean. That boy felt strange as well but I guess in a nice way.” Jaden said to them. “Agreed.” Xander said. After that Makoto walked them around some more then led them to their home room classes. First was Xander both him and Drake said their goodbyes. Then she leads him to his class. “If you have any questions you can always ask me.” she told him. He nodded and thanked her. He then walked into his room home and saw a young looking woman with a yellow shirt and blue jeans skirt and fluffy black short hair.

“Oh, You must be our new student. I am your homeroom teacher Ms. Kawakami.” She said introducing herself to him. “Everyone calm down. This is our new student. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?” She looked at him with a force smile. Um, is she okay? Jaden thought to himself. He shakes his head a little bit. “Um, Yeah...Well My name is Jade-Drake Etheren I go by either Jaden or Drake, it doesn’t really matter. I love to draw and do artsy stuff. I, uh, also love Japanese animation. They're really good in my opinion. I also love reading manga. That should be it. I hope that we can be good friends.” He finished off with a small smile.

“Alright, thank you for that. Go sit behind Akira Kurusu. Uh, Akira can you please stand so he knows where you sit.” Akira stood up as he nodded. Drake was a little surprised and kinda embarrassed as he saw who he was. The boy he had bumped into early when Makoto was showing him around. As he walked to his desk he gave the boy a small smile. Akira watches him the whole time as he sits down. He turns around when the teacher starts back teaching. As soon as he settled down in his seat he passed out due to the lack of sleep.

*time skip: lunch time*

As their last period before lunch ended, hungry students filed out of their classes and into the cafeteria to get their food or take out their lunches and sit down with their friends to talk. Drake slowly walked up to the cafeteria with a nervous expression since he hadn’t been in a school cafeteria in almost a year cause his old high school had an open lunch period. “Nervous much Drake?” said Xander walking up to him. “What? Oh, yeah.” They walked in and found a table away from a lot of the nosey students but close enough to people they’ll soon meet. As soon as they sat down at their seats and take out their lunches, Jaden asks them. “So do you think there is someone at this school that has a distorted desire?” “Probably, however it could be difficult for us to find one. We can’t just fiddle around the Matenav.” Xander explains to him. “That’s true” Draco sighs out while eating dumplings Jaden had made for him the previous night. Jaden thinks for a moment before he suddenly remembers something important. “Wait, I know who would have a distorted desire.” He states with a smile on his face. “You do?”Both Draco and Xander said in surprise.

“YEAH. MY DICK BAG RELATIVE. JONATHAN BRADEMIRE!!!” He yells in a medium tone without realizing that, like perusal. What he didn’t know was that there was a group of people who heard this and their leader turned his head to see the green haired boy standing up looking happy...well what he could tell since he can only see the back of his head. Xander shakes his head trying to signal Drake that there are people watching him. He looks down and sees this then sits down in embarrassment. “Okay so now that we have the person we just need to find him. Thankfully I just know where he is.” Drake tells the other two. Nodding they go back to eating and go talking about their classes with Jaden earning a scowling from Xander for sleeping in his homeroom on their first day unaware that they were still being watched.

*time skip after school*

The trio walked to a giant ancient looking museum. Upon entaining they all were very surprised by the inside. The inside held the most beautiful paintings, statues, and other artworks that have been kept by the man who, for over the years, that he has stolen from others and has profited. Jaden-Drake looked around and sighed. I knew he wouldn’t put that painting up. I'm so dumb. “What painting are you talking about? Is it a baby photo?” Xander asks, looking at him. Drake turned around and looked at him. “What? Oh, Kinda. It’s a family painting that he really did paint just when I was a baby for me as a gift for when I got older. My dad explained to me that he never gave it to us and that he found out that he was stealing others paintings and selling them.” He sighed out while looking at a painting of a knight. Xander then started to look around the room. “Are you using that eagle sense of yours again?” Drake asked him. “You always have a weird glance in your eyes and that mask of yours doesn’t help it.” Xander just glanced over at him. “I know but if it’s important to you then we got to find it.” he told him. “Alright but we’ll get it back when we change his heart, come on let’s get into the metaverse.” The trio didn’t notice a group of six walking in, due to their conversation. Both groups say what they needed to get into the metaverse without noticing each other. The palace looked like an old medieval castle. It had paintings and statues of Jonathan and the people he once considered beloved everywhere.

“Huh, I didn’t expect this.” Drake said. The three of them looked up to see a painting of him as a toddler dressed in princely attire.

“I wonder if this is how he views you.” Xander said. “Yeah.” Draco agreed with him. “*sigh* Maybe.” Jaden saids. All of a sudden they hear voices coming from down the hallway. It didn’t sound like any of the mini bosses or the hinch men. “What the?” Draco said in confusion. The voices got closer and they got into their fighting positions just in case they were foes not friends. They got closer to reveal a group of five humans and one humanoid cat all in different matevese suits. Jaden and Xander look at each other before the group finally notices them. “Who-” Before Jaden can finish that the cat interrupted him. He looked at the boy with black messy hair. Which Jaden could tell it was like the boy he met early today and had that strange feeling with. The cat looked at him and askes. “Are these guys? Could they be friend or are they foe?” Looking up the group saw what the strange talking cat was talking about. Confused but a little bit scared Jaden puts his sword down on the ground then puts his hands up signaling his peace as he slowly rises from the ground. “Friends. Trust me.” Everyone just looked at him a bit confused. Getting out of his confused state Xander raises his hands as well. However, as a precaution the blades are concealed ready to attack.

Draco follows them by dropping his axe and raising his hands. But notices something odd about the black masked feline. “We’re not going to hurt you guys, We’re just here for someone’s heart to change it. That’s it.” Drake explains to them. “And how do we not know you're lying. You could be someone ready to destroy us or the distortion hinch men.” The girl that had a metal looking mask said to them. Drake gave them a WTF look. “...Okay first we don’t even know who you guys are. Second, why in the hell would we kill people that we barely just meet today mind you. Also how do you think we got in here without saying the requirements needed. I mean you can follow the person in but we didn’t really see you until now. And how do we know you aren’t going to do the same thing.” He said. “I...I don’t think they are..something about the blue eyed feline feels familiar.” Draco said to the two humans he knew. “You guys seem to be rather recognizable, Makoto Niijma. My vision is quite useful in identifying people.” Xander told them. “H-how in the effin’ hell?” The boy with spiky blond hair with a skull masked explained. “For someone who pretty vulgar I didn’t expect you not to say fuck. Ryuji Sakamoto.” Jaden said looking at Xander if that was correct. “He appears to be holding back his language.” Xander said looking at Jaden. “Like someone I should now.” “Hey! Anyways to answer your question, Him and I both got unique talents after we made contracts with our respected personas.” Jaden explains to the group. “That is quite interesting.” The bluenette boy with a japanese style fox mask.

“Thank you.” Jaden said with a smile. They all looked at each other trying to see if the other group would run or fight. Realizing that the situation wasn’t going anywhere Draco thought of something. “Wait! I got an idea.” He said. Everyone looked at him. “What if we all worked together.” He told them. They all looked at each. The black haired boy nodded in agreement. Suddenly they heard footsteps coming from the hall where the trios back faces it. When they turned around they saw three huge bodyguards like knights coming towards them. The knights were wearing what looked like a bodyguard’s uniform but had a more knightley apprentice. Right behind them was a man who was wearing a grown and a kingly outfit. Right in front of him was a toddler who looked just like the painting. They stopped as soon as they saw them. “Who are you and what are you doing in my castel?” The king asked the group. The group looked at each other. Most likely due not expecting to meet the main guy that fast. The black masked feline spoked up. “We are the Phantom thieves, come to take your heart.” He points to the group of six. Draco grabs his axs and spins around. “And we are the mysterious ones, the ones once called the hidden ones, we are groupless now but we come here to steal your heart so we can change what you have become.” The humanoid bearded dragon said.

The king took a good look at the three and sneered. “Weren’t you the group that was in America? What happened to the lot of ya?” he asked, having some idea what happened but not the full story. Drake looked at him with a serious expression on his face. “...That really ain’t any of you business. Just give us your treasure and we’ll be on our way.” he said in a serious tone. One that even surprised Xander. The poor nicely dressed boy from the painting looked very uncomfortable/ upset. He doesn’t seem to like the situation at all and is very scared. “Agreed it is none of your concern.” Xander said to the king. Drake could see the little toddler and he in a way understands how he feels. He used to be just like him. Love Jonathon without a care in the world till he found out he had stolen others works of art for himself and claimed it. He sighed to himself as he tries to regain himself before anyone sees. Unfortunately the black messy hair leader saw him and walked up to him. The boy can tell who he is just by the hair color. “Uh, Jaden-Drake are you alright? You don’t seem as calm just like you were a few moments ago. You seem more uncomfortable.” The boy said while putting a hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder and looked at him with a concerned look. “What? Oh, yeah Akira I’m fine. Just wish I didn’t have to deal with this right now since I just transferred here in all. Also like I already said you don’t have to call me by my full first name” He tells Akira. Wish more and more for the infiltration to end so they can do the rest the next day.

Getting back to his zone Drake bent down and grabbed his sword. Swiftly pointing and the shadow regaining his serious expression. Surprised with his action the king chuckled. “I know who you are now. It should have been obvious from the start.” The Shadow began. “It’s nice seeing you again, Jaden-Drake. My little nephew.” He points at Jaden with a smug look on his face. Most of the whole group looked and the two. Jaden looked around trying to find a way out of the situation. While they were busy no one noticed that Xander was missing, He decided to sneak around trying to find the treasure.

-To be continued-

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Bringing Home Kobik - 4

Bringing Home Kobik: A Winterhawk Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton

Word Count: 1827

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut on the series (M|M, oral, anal), the aftermath of torture, PTSD, mentions of child abuse

Synopsis: When Bucky decides to try to get legal custody of Kobik he meets resistance due to him being a single man. Clint steps up as a co-parent to help with the process.

Art by @bexlie-draws

Chapter 4

Moving into the new apartment went about as well as to be expected. Bucky and Clint’s tastes weren’t too drastically different. Bucky had more personal stuff considering he’d collected it over a smaller amount of time. Clint had less new things. It was like Bucky had rebuilt his life recently and was trying to surround himself with things that reminded him how far he’d come, whereas Clint had a few personal items he had refused to let go off and had gotten nothing else since.

There had been arguments about which couch got kept. Clint was adamant they keep his ugly flea bitten brown one. Bucky had a much nicer, black leather three seater with matching recliners. The argument that had ensued had attracted the attention of a couple of random agents as they walked past. They’d ended up going to get Steve because they were worried about Bucky and Clint killing each other. In the end, the ugly brown couch was framed by two newer black recliners and Bucky’s couch ended up in his room.

Bucky and Clint’s wall decorations all blended pretty seamlessly. Bucky liked Clint’s tendency to decorate with photos of the people he loved, so he’d just gone and reframed the photos and added some of his own. They’d ended up with a wall with pictures all covering it and some random spaces for photos of Kobik when she arrived and started settling in.

Clint’s bow hung on the wall by the door. There were bookshelves with a mixture of their books and knick-knacks though neither of them particularly owned that many of the latter. Bucky’s X-Box sat on top of Clint’s PlayStation. They had both thought they should just round out the consoles and gone and bought a Nintendo Switch. Their rooms were just how they wanted them. Bucky’s in dark colors and neat while Clint’s had somehow gotten that ‘lived in’ feel within a day of moving in.

There was a lot of talk about what should happen with Kobik’s room. Should they wait until she got here? Should they have it ready so she had somewhere nice right away? In the end, they’d settled on halfway between the two. Bucky knew her best so he had the room painted in a pale blue and bought wall stickers ranging from woodland creatures to space. He put them aside for Kobik to put up how she wanted. He bought a lot of books. Kobik loved to be read to and he loved reading to her. He filled a bookshelf with kids books he’d bought at a second-hand bookstore. He bought a quilt and sheet set in a similar pale blue as the walls but decorated in clouds and a white princess bed. He also bought toys. Not many. Just enough so she had things to do. A small table with art supplies like paper, crayons, paints, and Play-Doh. A few plush toys. A box of Lego. He wanted to take her shopping again when she settled in, even though he knew she could just create the things she wanted. He was determined she knew she could rely on other people too.

Once everything was ready and they were settled into a slightly uneasy routine a social worker organized to come by and evaluate them. She arrived at three in the afternoon with a briefcase and a clipboard wearing a sharply cut skirt suit and her hair was pulled back in a tight bun.

“Ms. Anders,” Bucky said offering her his hand when he opened the door. “I’m James Barnes and this is my… uh… partner… Clint Barton.”

“Partner? You’re not married?” Anders asked.

Bucky froze blinking. He was sure they had known the exact situation this was and being faced with the fact that they thought he and Clint were an actual couple he didn’t know what to do.

Clint sidled up beside him and offered Anders his hand. “Well, you know. We thought about it, but we aren’t really great at doing the whole ‘everyone staring at us’ thing.”

“Really? But you’re Avengers” Anders asked shaking his hand.

When she released his hand Clint moved his palm against Bucky’s and linked their fingers. Bucky looked down at their hands and back up to Clint’s face still in a blank state of shock. Clint nodded at him and Bucky closed his hand around Clint’s.

“Yeah, but Stark and Cap do all the talking. We’re just background.” Clint added. “Isn’t that right, honey?”

Bucky blinked at him. “Yeah. Uh - Right. I don’t love the limelight.”

“Come in,” Clint said indicating into the apartment. “Can I get you a drink? Coffee. Soda? We might have tea.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Anders replied coming into the apartment and looking around. “I must say the whole raising a child at the Avengers compound is throwing me.”

“Well, I guess it’s like being raised on a military base, right? Lots of kids do that.” Clint countered. “Only this is a little more stable because we don’t have to move every couple of years.”

Anders walked around the apartment ticking things off. She paused at the wall of photos and looked them over. “You are confident this is a safe environment for such a small child? The Avengers Tower seemed to attract danger.”

Bucky’s fingers tightened in Clint’s hand and Clint tapped out a random pattern on the back of his hand. “Let me be honest with you,” Bucky said. “This world we live in, it’s a mess. But she’s also not a normal little girl. She’s the most powerful being in the universe and she could rewrite the world to fit her exact desires. She needs to have as normal an upbringing as possible. She needs to be a kid. To be able to learn and play and just be. But she also needs to be somewhere where people are best equipped to deal with her on the days that aren’t good. And that’s here. With us. I love that little girl like she’s my own. I want to adopt her and give her a normal life. I’m also not deluded about what’s at stake here.”

Anders gave a small nod and scribbled something else on her clipboard. “Do you have a room set up for her?”

“Yeah, right through here,” Clint said, heading toward her bedroom. Bucky and Clint showed her around the rest of the apartment. Bucky’s room was explained away as a spare room. They showed her the yard they’d set up with a jungle gym and sandpit. They walked her out to the edge of the forest with Lucky on their heels to see how much space she had to explore. They took her for a brief tour of the facility so she could see what happened there. They talked about schools and parenting strategies. Moral philosophies and cooking. When they made their way back to their apartment Bucky was holding Clint’s hand so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

Anders sat at the kitchen table flicking through her notes as Clint stroked the back of Bucky’s hand in soothing circles. “I’m going, to be honest with you Sergeant Barnes, Mister Barton…”

“Agent.” Clint corrected her.

“Sorry what?” Anders asked.

“Agent Barton. I have a title too.” Clint said.

She shook her head and tapped her pen on the clipboard while Bucky glared daggers at Clint. “Right, sorry. Agent Barton.” She said. “I can see you care for each other and you do want what is best for Kobik,”

Bucky stopped breathing and the sound of his pulse in his ears seemed to drown everything else out. His fingers tightened so hard on Clint’s fingers the archer made an involuntary whimpering sound.

“If it was any other child I’d be extremely hesitant about green-lighting this adoption. You aren’t married. You both have dangerous careers. You are both ex-criminals.”

Bucky let go of Clint’s hand for the first time since he’d taken it and jumped to his feet and started pacing. “Hey now, we… we’ve made right for that.” Clint protested.

“You are both ex-criminals.” She repeated. “You live in a compound that attracts attack. I would either reject it outright or at least visit several more times to makes sure you were taking the safety concerns seriously.”

Bucky turned to face the wall trying to keep himself together. All he was hearing right now was it wasn’t happening. All the work they’d put in and that little girl was going to be for nothing. Kobik was going to be raised in a government facility until they successfully reprogrammed her into the weapon they want her to be, they’d turned her back into the cubes or she’d torn the world apart to stop it from hurting her.

Clint reached up and took Bucky’s hand again. He tapped his fingers on the back of Bucky’s hand and Bucky turned and looked down at him. Their blue eyes met and Clint gave him a small smile and nodded in the direction of Anders.

Anders cleared her throat. “But you’re right, Sergeant Barnes. She’s not a normal little girl. Her physical safety isn’t the issue. It’s her emotional one. She is most likely better off here with the two of you loving and guiding her given your pasts, than anyone else. I am going to approve this.”

“Oh, thank god!” Bucky sighed. Clint got to his feet and wrapped his arms around Bucky’s shoulders as the much larger man melted into him. “She’s coming home.” He whispered.

Clint smiled leaning his cheek against Bucky’s head. “Yeah, she is.”

Anders packed her papers into her briefcase and stood. “We will check in regularly, particularly to begin with. You understand that?”

“Yes, of course,” Bucky said, letting Clint go and shaking Anders’ hand vigorously. “We won’t let you down.”

“It’s not us you should be worried about. It’s her.” She said.

“Right, yes,” Bucky said, nodding and following her out to her car.

“I’ll send the paperwork through. She should be here within the next couple of weeks.” Anders said and got into her car.

When the woman pulled away Bucky turned to Clint grinning. “We did it!” He said hugging the man again.

“We sure did, buddy,” Clint said squeezing Bucky tightly. “Think you might have broken my hand though. And I use that. A lot.”

“Sorry,” Bucky said quietly. “I just -” He pulled back and looked down at Clint.

Clint shook his head smiling. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks, Clint. You don’t know how much this means to me.” Bucky said. The urge to kiss him had taken hold and he smothered it down. “I - I think I might go work out.”

“Sure. Maybe we can have a celebration later? I’ll call Tony.” Clint offered.

Bucky nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll see you there.” He said striding away. Clint was definitely a problem. Now he just needed to figure out how he was going to address it.

// NEXT

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Saints & Sins [G.D] - Part 1

Summary: there's nothing that pisses Y/N off more than her own life. her family is highly religious, wealthy and nothing she'd consider fun. her surrounding is boring, but once the new guy, grayson, decides to sit right next to her, Y/N enters a new world filled with romance & fun. little did she know that this kind of fun had his shadow side to it.

Warnings: DRUG ABUSE!, this story is all about drugs, sex & a toxic relationship, if you don’t like stuff like that, you probably shouldn’t read this.

00 - Prologue

„I don’t get it, y/n! What did we do to you? How could you end up like this?”, her mother broke down in tears while looking down at her dirty, probably disgusting smelling self, “You’re the worst that could have happened to our family! Just because you needed to fall in love with this Grayson guy. The devil has sent him to test you, but you failed. You sinned just to receive a bit of pleasure instead of listening to your god!” She’s talking herself into some kind of rage but she isn’t even listening, ignoring her own mother like she did the past few months.

God here, god there. That’s all her family talks about, this weird guy that seems to live in the sky and watches us living. But how could she think him or Jesus when her mind is full of other things. Like her next shot. “Y/N, I can’t believe it! You’re not even listening to your own mother. I need to call the church so they can send father Louis to us, he needs to clean your mind! He needs to get those demons out of your thoughts.”

Suddenly, she starts praying, which Y/N’s opportunity to get out of here. She slowly walks back into her room, ignoring the cold floor on her naked feet, closes the door and smirks at the beautiful boy that’s already laying in her dirty bed. “Took you long, babe. Did your mother tell you I’m the devil’s son again? That I came straight from hell to ruin your life? Why don’t you listen to her, angel? Why won’t you leave me for your own sake?”, his fingers trail over her lips, making her already weak to the bones. Grayson chuckles, his still very muscular chest rising. His voice is full of sarcasm while his lips form the devilish grin that made her fall for him long time ago. Meanwhile, he takes the old, rusty utensils from the nightstand and slowly pours the white powder on top of the spoon. As soon as she sees his actions, her mind goes crazy and her tiny, destroyed body starts to shake from the sudden pain she feels. But Grayson takes his time preparing his own shot, holds the lighter under the spoon painfully slow.

“For fucks sake, hurry!”, her raspy voice breaks, but she bets he understood what she was saying, he just didn’t want to listen. “Gray, I can’t wait anymore!” Her cold hands were starting to shake so badly, that she was sure she couldn’t even prepare her own shot anymore but she knew Grayson, he wouldn’t do it for her, the were far past this point and he didn’t even wanted her to start this anyway. “If you’ve got enough time to prepare it that slowly, hand it over! I need it now! You know that once I’m on turkey I can’t do it myself. GIVE IT TO ME!”, she tries to rip the improvised belt out of his hand, but he just pushes her away with his foot before ramming the needle in his veins. A few seconds later, his eyes were already closing while a soft smile appears on his lips.

“Fucking son of a bitch”, she mostly mutters to herself before pulling the needle out of his arm and starts preparing her own shot of happiness. She didn’t even bother to clean the needle, if they didn’t get ill from sharing by now, it’ll probably never happen.

Her hands won’t stop shaking while cooking the substance on the dirty spoon and it gets even worse while she was trying to get it into the needle. She nearly dropped everything while searching for a good enough vein, trying not to shoot into the scar tissue, but after a few misplaced shots, she finally gets a good one that beams her somewhere else before falling asleep on Grayson’s chest.

01 - Grayson Bailey Dolan

Her life is boring. Not interesting at all. She’s been in this Christian boarding school ever since she was 6. Now she had to change to a Christian college and to be honest: it really fucking sucks.

She needs to take religion classes every day, visit the college church every Sunday and her parents seem to be the most boring humans on earth.

“Y/N, c’mon, we’re coming late to Biology!”

Have I already mentioned that her classmates suck as well? She’s never seen someone coming late to class, it’s always been her and always her. By her, I mean Y/N Y/L/N. Ugh, she knows it could’ve been worse, because there’s a guy sitting in front of her called Thaddeus, I mean… You probably know what I mean.

After lunch – strictly vegetarian, of course – and without any motivation left, she attempted the last class of the day. Her uniform was already loose because she had opened the first two buttons of her blouse, the tie hanging loosely around her neck. Which college had uniforms anyway? This was a fucking cult.

“Ms. Y/L/N, could you please put your feet back on the holy ground instead of the table? Or do you want to clean it afterwards?” Y/N huffs in annoyance, placing her feet back in front of her. Instead of mocking the teacher, she gets interrupted by the door swinging open loudly. None of those fuckers would come late to class, but nobody heard of a new student joining them. The guy that walks in seemed a bit older, he was taller and… built. He was a giant, broad shoulders, thick thighs and you could tell through his uniform shirt, that his chest was phenomenal.

“My lovely students, this is Grayson Bailey Dolan. His parents moved here from New Jersey, please don’t be rude to him! I bet he’d be glad to know all of you. Grayson Bailey, why don’t you tell the class more about yourself?”

Grayson Bailey Dolan, as the teacher told them, didn’t seem to be very affected by anything. He studies every single face, which gives Y/N the opportunity to study his. A mop of bleached hair, narrowed eyebrows and brown eyes that had the same annoyed look as hers. His plump lips were pressed into a line, probably hiding a rude commentary to his introduction.

“It’s Grayson. And I don’t see the point in introducing myself, wouldn’t want to make friends anyway.” His deep voice didn’t surprise her at all, while he begins walking towards the only empty chair – which of course led to be the one next to Y/N. She fought for this place for about two years, she would never share it. Not with him, not with anyone. “I want to sit alone”, she spat. “And I don’t care.”

“Alright, the seat next to Ms Y/L/N is empty as you already saw. Now, tell us about your hobbies, your favorite book, don’t be shy!”, their teacher still tries to make him talk, but Grayson just huffs in annoyance. “No hobbies, I don’t read, just look at the pictures, and for that I prefer the dirty ones, you know?”

“Oh, okay, well… Anyways, we’re going to start with our next topic which will be DNS and genetics. I’ll show you a little short film and you have to take some notes so we can discuss it later on. Have fun with our little friend Geni!”

With that, the teacher started some stupid clip of an alien called Geni that wants to teach genetics while being funny. Didn’t work out that well.

“Hey, is she always like that? She seems to be a bit sick in the head.” Grayson’s voice drags Y/N out of her thoughts, and she was surprised that he decided to talk to her. She shrugs her shoulders while muttering a quick “dunno”. She feels his eyes burning through her body while he was obviously checking her out, so she kept starring at him. “Is there something interesting to see? You should focus on Geni, our little friend, not my unbuttoned blouse.” With that, she continued studying his face, his jawline was very strong in contrast to his hallowed cheeks. His eyes seem to be tired because they’ve always been kind of closed while his gaze is starring somewhere else.

Just in the moment he was about to open his mouth, the teacher screams “Well that was fun! Never been so amused while learning important lections! Ha, Geni is a genius. I hoped you wrote down anything important so we can discuss them in the next lesson. Have a night evening and I hope everyone will be there to cheer on our hockey team, they have their first official match today!”

Soon, the classroom is empty, and everyone is inside their dorms. Y/N changed into something more comfy before sitting down on her desk while painting with her new oil colors.

“Wow, damn! This is sick! Looks like some kind of a trip. Do you draw often? I mean, of course you do, it looks so fucking good!” Y/N got so terrified that she nearly fell out of her chair, then she realized it was Grayson standing right next to her, his eyes on the piece of paper in front of her.

“Ehm, hi Grayson? Nice to see you, I guess, but that’s my room?” “Hi, cool room. I like your style, fits mine”, he points to her pair of joggers while opening and unbuttoning his shirt. Then he sits down on the bed which hasn’t had an owner. Yet.

“Anyways, this college sucks. I mean, it really bloody sucks. Teacher and students. Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you, but you know how it is. Everyone seems to be manipulated by god, it’s really scary. Well, I live here now, but I gotta go. See you later, alligator.”

He was soon gone and Y/N was more than confused. She was a girl, living in a dorm, not knowing there was any chance to have a boy as a roommate. Of course, sometimes boyfriend and girlfriend were able to share a room, but most of the time, it was strictly separated. Shrugging the thought off, Y/N prepared her stuff for a quick shower, still thinking about Grayson Bailey Dolan and the impact he’s going to have on her life.

The next morning already starts with a surprise, it seems like Grayson Dolan hasn’t been in there the entire night. His suitcase and most of his clothes are still spread across his bed. This boy was such a mystery.

Not even an hour later, Y/N finds herself in the first class of the day, not listening to what the teacher said, drawing in her notebook again. “Do you always draw that stuff? I mean, yesterday, today, literally all the time. Not that it bothers me, I really like it. But I wanna know what’s in your head.” She was kinda pissed about Grayson’s presence that she couldn’t ever answer his question. “Oh c’mon, don’t act like you’re listening to that bullshit this nun is talking about. And since you’re a student here, you should be drawing churches or the holy ghost or I don’t even know. But for sure not that”, he points to the burning people she drew, burning in the purgatory and her cheeks got instant red.

“Where were you last night? When I woke up I found your suitcase on your bed, just like you left it yesterday. Listen, those professors are so fucking strict, I don’t want to lose this place, okay? And one of their simplest punishments is scrubbing the church floor – which I don’t want to do either because there will be 20 Jesus figures watching you. And..” “Y/L/N, Dolan! This lesson is more precious than your conversation, seems like I have to inform both of your parents. Detention, both of you!” Their fat, disusting teacher interrupts them.

After 4 more hours of maths and religion, Y/N practically runs into her room, Grayson Dolan right behind her. “Y/N, why aren’t you talking to me? Are you angry ‘cause of the detention? Listen, I’m kinda sorry, but it’ll be just two hours of sitting there, it could be worse. And why is the ugly rat calling our parents? Y/L/N are you even listening?” She feels Grayson’s large hand on her shoulder, but shrugs it off. “Hm? Yeah, sure I am.” “You’re weird, but oh well. Are you hungry? Should we head out to Subway or McDonalds? We still have a bit of time left before detention starts and I’m starving.”

The girl is looking up to him, confusion written on her face. “Leaving? The only time you’re allowed to leave is between 3 and 7. Lunch is in the canteen, but the food is vegetarian.”

Grayson’s eyes widen in shock. “Vegetarian? Seriously? Dude, this is torture! How are you even alive?” “Dunno, never had meat, never wanted to, it’s dead animals. That’s disgusting. There’s plants for a reason, y’know?” “Sick”, Grayson nods. “Hey, Y/N! Why can’t ants go to church? ‘cause they’re insects. In-sects! Understand?”, he laughs so hard that he needed to sit down on his bed, holding his stomach. Y/N on the other hand opened the bible on her desk. “Haha, funny”, she mumbled and began to write down the daily phrases they needed to hand in the next day.

“Have you ever drunk alcohol? Or smoked? Oh, you hesitated, you’re a literal virgin. In everything! We need to change that, but first: lunch!” He drags her by her tiny hands and almost runs into the dining hall. “What’s that smell?”, he scrunches his nose, looking confused. “I don’t even know, it always smells like cabbage, but there’s never cabbage in the meals. You need to get the vegetable burger, but never the vegetable sausages. Everything with noodles or potatoes is fine, salad is okay but the soups are disgusting, got it? We can go to the city later on and find something better for you.” They both decided on getting the burger and while Y/N bites into it, Grayson takes a bite of the fries, then scrunches his nose again and adds half a bottle of ketchup onto them.

“I can show you around then, but there aren’t any cool stores to buy clothes, I usually order them once I’m home”, Y/N managed to speak while chewing her last bite of burger. “You’re pretty cool, angel. Never thought I could meet someone I’d like in here.”

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Finding Eleven Pt. 6

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Content/Warnings: language

Words: 2341

A/N: So I finally finished part 6 - it’s been sitting partially done for days but I finally was able to get it written this afternoon. Both Steve and Hopper finally make an appearance, and things are happening! Enjoy, guys!

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Part 6: Dustin’s Dilemma

You awoke some time later, with a pounding headache and no recollection of how you had ended up in a bed. You groaned, pushing yourself up into a sitting position and rubbing your temples. Joyce appeared in the doorway. “Oh, you’re awake! How are you feeling, sweetie?”

“Like I got run over by a truck,” You mumbled. “So, you know, could be better.”

“Here, drink some water,” Joyce said, picking up the glass of water you hadn’t noticed sitting on the nightstand. You took the tall glass and gladly drank the cool liquid. “I’ll get you some Tylenol.”

You sat in the dim room with your eyes closed for the several minutes it took for her to return. You swallowed the medicine with the aid of the water. “Thanks, Ms. Byers. Is Will okay?”

“Yes, he’s okay. He’s just… drawing,” Joyce said. “Oh, and Hopper is here. He showed up while you were unconscious and helped me get you into the bed.”

“I suppose now is a good a time as any to meet him,” You said, ignoring your body’s tired protests as you pushed yourself to your feet. “So he’s in my circle, you’re free to talk about me with him.”

“Alright, if you’re sure,” She said, leading you out of the bedroom. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the bright light, and it caused your headache to flare up. “Hopper?”

“Good, you’re up,” The police chief said, standing and placing down the bundle of papers he was holding. “Hopefully you’ll be able to answer the questions that Joyce wouldn’t.”

You heard the irritation in his voice, and felt bad about driving a wedge of distrust between them. “First of all, what I’m about to tell you cannot be discussed with anyone besides Ms. Byers, Will, or the rest of Will’s party.”

“Okay…” His eyebrows raised. “What is it?”

“I’m assuming you know about Eleven,” You started, and his face instantly morphed from confused to guarded.

“Yeah, what about her?” He asked suspiciously.

You let the question hang for a moment, methodically rolling up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal the tattoo on your wrist. “She’s my sister.”

“You’re from the lab, too.” Surprise was painted on his face, and his features softened.

“I was, yeah,” You said, pulling down your sleeve to hide the ‘010’ that would be forever imprinted in your arm.

“So when did you escape? What’s your name?” He asked curiously.

“I think I was around eleven years old,” You recalled, mind flashing back to that day. You picked up one of the drawings that Hopper had set down, the distraction stilling your trembling hand. “So around six years ago. I found out that my name, my real name, is Y/N. But my parents are both dead.”

“That long ago, huh?” He asked, sounding surprised. “Sorry about your parents, kid.”

You gave him a bemused smile and shrugged. “ I never knew them anyways. And what, you thought Eleven was the only experiment? Or that she was the first to escape?”

He gave a half chuckle. “I guess not. What can you do?”

“Telekinesis, like El,” You said, making one of the drawings hover to demonstrate, “and mind control, to put it simply. It’s why you don’t remember me.”

“Wait - we’ve met before?” Hopper demanded.

“Yes,” You said calmly, ignoring his affronted look. “Briefly. You were a cop, I couldn’t risk you remembering me. It’s nothing personal, but at the time I didn’t know if I could trust you or not. Now, what are these drawings?”

“They’re Will’s,” Joyce explained. “He has these… these memories, but they’re not his memories. He can’t describe it, but he can draw it.”

“Yeah, the problem is that all he’s drawing are a bunch of scribbles,” Hopper said, sighing and sitting down on the couch.

“Hmm…” You mused, turning the drawing you held around in your hand. “It doesn’t look like much of anything. Has he drawn them all with the same colors?”

“Wait,” Joyce said suddenly, taking some of the papers.

Hopper furrowed his brows. “What?”

“These black lines, see?” She brought together two of the drawings.

“What?” Hopper asked as you walked over to see.

“They connect,” You supplied for her.

“They connect!” Joyce exclaimed.

“It’s not just scribbles,” Hopper muttered. “C’mon, lets move this stuff out of the way. Can you use your mind powers, Y/N?”

“My head is killing me, but I can try,” You said.

“In that case, don’t worry about it,” Hopper dismissed your offer. “With whatever’s going down, we need you in top shape.”

He shoved the coffee table and television back against the wall with a grunt, and the three of you started dropping the drawings on the floor, trying to figure out where they connected. It took a while, but eventually the three of you managed to connect everything that Will had drawn thus far.

“Does this mean anything to you?” Hopper asked, staring down at it.

“No,” Joyce said, frustrated. “Is it some sort of maze, or a road? It’s sort of forking and branching, like… like lightening.”

“You think it’s that storm?” Hopper asked.

You gnawed on your lip, thinking. “I don’t think it’s a storm.”

“Yeah, it’s nothing like the storm he drew. He used red,” Joyce agreed, following after the police chief. “This is all blue, and has this weird dirt color. Maybe it’s roots.”

“Roots…” You whispered. Stretching, reaching out ever farther, stemming out from one singular source.

“’Cause, remember he was saying it was spreading, and…”

“Killing,” Hopper finished. “He said they were killing.”

The answer hit you in the face. There was something else that had been spreading out - the rot. And you’d bet money that the rot and Will’s drawings were connected. “They aren’t roots.”

“They’re vines,” Hopper realized, grabbing his coat and hat. “He’s drawing vines.”

“Hopper, wait!” She said, watching him in confusion as he sped away. “Where’s he going?”

“I’m not sure,” You admitted. “But I have to leave too.”

“What? Why?”

“You saw what happened to me with Will. The shadow monster, whatever it is, is extremely powerful. Strong enough that he almost got control of me, too. And if that were to happen, it’d be game over,” You explained. “He’d be unstoppable. For your own safety, I have to leave.”

“Where are you going to go?” She asked.

“Don’t worry, I have a place where I’ve been staying,” You assured her. “I’ll be fine.”

You grabbed your coat and said your goodbyes, waving to Mike as he biked by, presumably to check on his friend. You didn’t want to stay in the house you had been squatting in for the rest of the day, but your head was still pounding and you knew you needed rest. You made the decision to check on Will again in the morning - but you had the sinking feeling that he would only get worse.

You barely remembered putting down your head when you got back to the place you were staying, and you slept soundly through the night and well into the following day. Your watch hands read 2:17 PM, and you sat straight up with a curse. You hadn’t wanted to sleep in that late, but apparently you had needed the rest. Your mental power struggle with the shadow monster must have tired you out more than you thought, considering you had slept nearly 24 hours.

You straightened your hair and clothes before leaving, making sure to grab the map that you had discarded on the floor sometime last night. Jogging down the road, you reached the suburbs of the town within twenty minutes. You slowed, breath steaming up in the cold air. “Hey, Y/N! Y/N!” You heard yelling from up the road, and made out the figure of Lucas as the boy rode closer on his bike.

“Hey, Lucas,” You greeted as he slowed to a stop. “What’s up?”

“We have a really, really, really big problem,” He panted. “Dustin radioed me while I was out talking with Max, and he said Dart had grown up again. He’s not just any monster from the Upside Down - Dustin adopted a baby demogorgon.”

“Of course he did,” You muttered. “Is he alright?”

“Yeah. He and Steve Harrington are making a trap for Dart. I have to make a stop before I get to the junkyard,” Lucas said. “That’s where I’m meeting them. You in?”

“You don’t give me much of a choice,” You said. “So yeah, I’m in. Somebody has to look after you idiots. What’s the quick stop?”

“I’m picking up Max. I told her about what happened with Will last year and she didn’t believe me. So I’m going to prove it,” Lucas said.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You asked, jogging along behind him as he biked.

“Look, she practically hates me right now,” The boy said. “If I show her this, she’ll know I wasn’t lying.”

“There’s really no stopping you, is there?” You asked, shaking your head as he slowed down.

“Nope. This is her house. Take my bike and wheel it around that side,” Lucas said, pointing down the left side of the house. “I just hopes she answers the door and not her asshole brother, Billy.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely. Now, just go wait over there,” He said. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a plan.”

“Fine,” You sighed, wheeling his bike around the side of the house and waiting impatiently. A couple minutes later he sprinted around the house, out of breath.

“Here, the bike, give me the bike,” He said quickly, as the redheaded girl you had asked directions from the other day opened the window. Lucas waved her over. “Come on, hop on! Hurry.”

The redhead - Max, you reminded yourself - climbed out the window, swinging herself on to the bike with a curious glance in your direction. “This better be good, stalker. Who’s she, anyways?”

“She’s…” Lucas trailed off. You gave him a slight nod, wordlessly allowing him to tell Max about you. “That’s Ten. She’s from the lab too, just like Eleven.”

“You can call me Y/N, though,” You interjected.

“You probably could have started with that,” She quipped. You liked her already. Lucas waved you on, and the next moment you were running after his bike once more, panting as you tried to keep up. Fortunately, he wasn’t going too fast with Max’s added weight. It took the three of you half an hour to reach the junkyard, and you were wishing you had thought to bring some water.

Max climbed off as soon as he had slowed to a stop, eyes drawn to Dustin and the teenager that you realized must be Steve - yet another person that would have to be in on your secret.

“I said medium well!” Lucas yelled, waving at the two.

It was clear that Steve was confused about you and Max - though perhaps you, most of all - and it didn’t take long for him to strike up a conversation with you. “I’m Steve, by the way. And you are?”

“Y/N,” You said, tossing him a small sheet of metal. “Nice bat.”

“Thanks. I’ve never seen you around before, are you new in town, or like homeschooled, or something?” He asked curiously, the two of you reinforcing the sides of the bus.

You let out a huff of laughter. “Not exactly. You’ve heard about Eleven, right?”

“Yeah, that kid that escaped from the lab? Nancy told me all about it,” He said. You wondered who Nancy was, but decided against asking. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I’m Ten,” You said briefly, watching his mouth form an ‘O’ of realization.

“No kidding,” Steve said, sounding slightly impressed. “So you’ve got those, uh, freaky mind powers too, huh?”

You let out a bark of laughter. There was something about the teenager that just put you at ease, and you had a feeling the two of you would get along fine. “Yeah, that’s one way of putting it. I’ve got telekinesis, like El, and mind control.”

“Mind control? You’re not, uh, controlling me right now, are you?” He asked, sounding slightly more guarded than before.

“No,” You said, shooting him a smile and noticing how he visibly relaxed. “You’d know if I was.”

“Oh. Good.” He struggled to lift one of the heavier sheets of metal.

“Here, move. I’ve got it,” You told him, waiting for Steve to step clear before stretching out your hand, using your powers to lift the sheet. It wasn’t much exertion - telekinesis wasn’t difficult for you anymore. It was silent mind control that still gave you trouble. It had to be practiced in order to be improved upon like most things, but it was something you had neglected over the years.

“Whoa,” Steve and Max said in unison, staring at you.

She shot you a smile as he walked off to get more metal. “That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” You agreed, grinning back.

A loud clang of metal-on-metal made you jump, and you turned to see Steve staring impatiently at Lucas and Dustin. “Hey! Dickheads! How come the only ones helping me out is Y/N and this random girl?” You and Max shared amused smiles as the teenager gestured towards you. “We lose light in 40 minutes. Let’s go!” Lucas and Dustin started following after Steve. “Let’s go, I said!”

“Alright, asshole!” Dustin snapped.

Lucas sounded equally annoyed. “Okay, stupid!”

“Steve’s right,” You said, sending the two boys a look. “We’re in a race against time here, and unless you want to be a demogorgon snack I suggest we start getting a move-on.”

Steve was right about losing light - within forty minutes, the five of you had managed to reinforce the bus as the sun sank low, casting long shadows across the ground. You just hoped that it would be enough. And so your waiting game began.

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You Can’t Cross the Same River Twice - Chapter 16

"Sorry you're being subjected to Maine in February - it's not exactly at its best under four feet of snow."

Steve grins. "At least I'll know what I'm getting into."

Hawkeye is heading up to Crabapple Cove with Steve Newsome to see if he wants to take over the family practice. And maybe it's not primarily a social call, but after weeks of dining with debutantes, Hawkeye is looking forward to seeing his dad - and the rest of Crabapple Cove, which will inevitably drop in once word of a stranger in town goes around. After all, even the most avid gossip in town is refreshingly down-to-earth compared to Boston high society.

Hawkeye smiles back. "I'll make sure to do a thorough job of introducing you to Crabapple Cove's myriad delights. Including some very lovely young ladies who would be delighted at a handsome young doctor moving into town."

"Hawkeye Pierce, matchmaker - I never would have guessed." Then Steve pauses. "I really do appreciate you showing me around. And letting me kind of take your place in your dad's practice. Are you sure you're ok with this?"

Hawkeye moves closer to Steve, hoping for a little privacy for what he's about to disclose. The lady on the opposite bench has been eying them since they left Boston.

"I don't know what Sidney told you about me, if anything. But I spent a couple of weeks at the Tokyo funny farm at the end of the war. I'd witnessed something pretty terrible and it shook me. Bad. Though I didn't realize that for a while - not till Sidney helped me figure it out. And while I was locked up in that little room - and later, while I was being literally shipped home - I had a lot of time to think about who I was and what I wanted to do once I was back home."

"I know the feeling," Steve says wryly. His own experience in a psych ward is one of the reasons Hawkeye is willing to tell him all of this. He can understand.

"I couldn't go home, Steve. I'd changed so much, but everyone there - people who'd known me since I was a kid - wouldn't be able to understand that. They'd want me to be the Hawkeye they knew from before. And I just can't be him anymore." Then Hawkeye grins. "So really, you're doing me a favor here, if you accept. Not to mention, you'll hopefully distract the hordes of women who keep trying to marry me."

Steve laughs. "What a difficult life you must lead - Crabapple Cove's most eligible bachelor."

Hawkeye's dad picks them up from the train station and drives them to his office in the center of town. Steve is grateful because, as vicious as Chicago winters can get, they don't usually involve this much snow. And it's nice to get a look at the town he might end up living in.

Crabapple Cove is a far cry from anything he's used to, but Steve thinks it has a certain charm. And about as much peace and quiet as he could ask for without moving to Antarctica. Hopefully he'll be able to sleep through the night here.

Dr. Pierce's practice impresses Steve. The office is small but well organized and scrupulously clean. Even at Tokyo, Steve doesn't think he's seen an OR so spotless.

When he says as much to Dr. Pierce, he just laughs and says, "This here's practically a floor model. Only a few thousand miles on her. And, knock on wood, it'll never have to see much more than a tonsillectomy."

That sounds pretty nice to Steve after so much meatball surgery. He raps his knuckles on the door frame. "I suppose Hawkeye already mentioned this, but I'm at a general practice now, so I can't say that's a disappointment."

Dr. Pierce nods. "Seems like all Korea managed to do was talk people out of being surgeons. Not that I can blame you for wanting a less exciting career."

Steve laughs. "I've had about as much excitement as I care to, courtesy of the front lines. I'm looking forward to a few decades of treating the common cold."

"Well, you've come to the right place, then. We have a few farming or boating accidents every year, but it's largely births, deaths, and routine ailments."

Then Dr. Pierce strides into the front lobby where Hawkeye is lounging sideways in a chair, reading Good Housekeeping.

"Tell you what, Steve, how about you take the lead on any cases that come in here today. Might help you get a better feel for the place. He flips open an appointment book on the receptionist's desk. "Looks like we've got a couple of general physicals, an unidentified cough, and whoever else wanders in - I'm sure your presence here will be a draw in of itself."

"That sounds fine to me," Steve says.

If he's going to stay here, he may as well start getting to know his patients. And it will probably give him some insight into working with Dr. Pierce as well. Steve's first impression of the man is genial good humor - with a sense of mischief underneath. It's fairly clear where Hawkeye got his sense of humor.

Speaking of Hawkeye, "Do you mind waiting while I take a shift here, Hawkeye? You can introduce me to anyone who doesn't show up to the office afterwards."

"Sounds fine to me, Steve. It'll give me a chance to catch up on all the local news." Hawkeye grins at the receptionist. "Gloria here is better informed about the goings on in Crabapple Cove than the paper."

With that settled, Steve falls into the familiar routine of treating patients. While some of the older folks seem a little unsure at being treated by a young whipper-snapper, Dr. Pierce's presence in the exam room convinces them to give him a chance. And Steve thinks he does well enough to prove his ability. He won't be run out of town, at least.

And apparently the news of a mysterious stranger in town has spread because the office is inundated with gawkers and look-sees. Many of whom happen to be single young ladies. And Hawkeye appears committed to playing matchmaker because he gives Steve a discrete rundown of all the women he even glances twice at.

Dr. Pierce must notice as well, because he asks, "Looking at a career change to marriage broker, Hawkeye?"

Hawkeye laughs. "This is all Charles's fault. He has me helping him find a wife - some sort of rich person inheritance deal."

"And is he, uh, aware of why you might not be the best person to help with that?" Hawkeye's dad appears to be holding back a laugh.

"My terminal bachelorhood was brought up, yes. But he's not asking for introductions, just wants me to make sure the future Mrs. Emerson Winchester III isn't an outright bigot. Plus, I got to be friends with Charles's sister Honoria out of the deal, so it's worth rubbing elbows with a bunch of snobs."

Steve laughs. "I can't even begin to imagine what Charles's sister is like."

"Well, she's got more hair, for one thing. She's actually something of a revolutionary, if you can believe that. Hosts a kind of salon for artists and philosophers and those sorts of people. Still too posh for little old me, but it means she's a good conversationalist, at least."

"Strange to think of a Winchester as a revolutionary," Steve comments idly. "To hear Charles talk, you'd think they'd all sprung fully formed from a safe deposit box rather than a normal birth. Still, I appreciate you putting your newfound skills at meddling to good use - I may even remember a few of the hordes I was introduced to."

Hawkeye laughs. "Yeah, pretty much the whole town made it out to see you - I won't even need to introduce you around now. And you held up well under the deluge. I'll make you up a review packet if you decide to stay."

"I think that's up to Dr. Pierce," Steve says. "But from what I've seen, this is pretty much exactly where I'm looking to end up."

"Well, I'm more than ready to hire you, Steve," Dr. Pierce claps a hand on his shoulder. "You're obviously qualified - and I think young Ms. Baxter would murder me if I didn't offer you the position."

Steve looks quizzically at Hawkeye.

"He means Millie," Hawkeye stage whispers. "The brunette with the freckles."

Dr. Pierce continues on, as if he hadn't been interrupted by his son. "We can hash out all the details later, but it's been a long day - how about some dinner?"

So they head back to the Pierce house and it's about what Steve pictured when he thought of Maine - small and wooden and painted a dark gray. The house is set among tall pines and surrounded by heaping drifts of snow. Behind the house, Steve can see the flat gray ocean where it crashes in white peaks against the craggy rocks. It's not a particularly inviting image, if he's being honest.

But the inside of the house is warm and cozy. They sit at a worn kitchen table and eat a hearty stew that warms Steve right down to his socks. And the evening whiles away with laughter and stories and cards. This. This is the kind of life Steve wants. Quiet, peaceful, and full of laughter.

Steve goes to bed in Hawkeye's old room - and isn't that just a hoot, getting that glimpse into Hawkeye's childhood - and Steve feels like he can rest here, in this house, in this little town in Maine.

Steve's gone up to bed already, but Hawkeye stays up, wanting a chance to catch up with his dad. They see each other infrequently enough that Hawkeye treasures every hour - letters and phone calls just aren't the same.

They sit by the fireplace in the darkened living room and Hawkeye talks about how things are at the clinic and how his friends are doing and about the knitting group he's joined - along with an anti-war protest group that he doesn't tell his dad about, not wanting to worry him, having already talked Charles into posting bail if necessary. Hawkeye's taken Sidney's advice about extending his social circle and it has helped him feel a little more connected to the people around him.

Hawkeye's dad listens attentively to all of it. But it seems like there's something on his mind. Hawkeye's content to sit in warm silence till his dad's ready to talk, but it's not long before he speaks up.

"Are you happy, Hawkeye?"

All this stuff with Steve must have made his dad a little unsure. After all, the parallels between the two of them are pretty obvious. Even if they're moving in opposite directions to find a new life.

"Yeah, Dad, I'm happy. I won't lie, the holidays were a little rough - just due to all the pressure and expectation around them, I think. But Sidney and I talked a little - just talked, he gives good non-psychiatric advice too - and that helped a lot. But I'm... I'm where I want to be, surrounded by a lot of the people I want to be around. And away from a lot of the people I don't want to be around - namely the United States Army."

Hawkeye's dad nods consideringly. "And John. Is John happy?"

"Yeah, Dad, Trapper's happy too."

"Good. That's good." A pause. "I was so worried about you, Hawkeye, you and all your friends you used to write me about. Comes of being a parent, I suppose. You never lose that fear that something will happen to your child and - and you won't be able to protect them. And there you were, across an ocean and smack dab in the middle of a war zone.

Then the war was over and you were coming home - after three years of worry, you were coming back to me. Safe and sound.

But you got hurt over there. All you boys did, you and John and Steve - Tommy. And there was nothing I could have done to prevent it, nothing I can do to fix it now. So I'm glad to hear that you've been able to mend things for yourselves."

Hawkeye leans forward to look his dad in the eye. "You've helped me more than I can say - both when I was over there and now that I'm back home. And you helped Trapper too, when he thought I was dead. And you're helping Steve right now." Hawkeye pauses. "I don't know that there's any fixing how I or Steve or Trapper got hurt. We're never going to be who we were before - but that doesn't mean that we can't be happy in who we are now."

"I love you, Ben, however you are."

"I love you too, Dad."

They fall back into a comfortable silence, Hawkeye enjoying the warmth of the fire and the familiarity of sitting here like this. He and his dad used to while away a lot of winter evenings in front of the fire, reading or listening to the radio or talking. But it's late, and Hawkeye is suddenly very tired, so he heads up to bed before too long.

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The B Team Druids - Chapter 3 - Home Cooking

It hadn’t been hard to block out Saoirse, despite not being able to block her number. That would mean a trip over to Jorvik City, and Carrie didn’t have the time. She had buried herself in her work, picking up basic riding lessons when chores around the stable were done. And if that didn’t keep her busy until the afternoon, she’d ride over to Fort Pinta to take care of the horses there.

For the first few days, it was the best feeling to go to bed exhausted, sore, and tired, to have nothing else to think about but the stiffness setting in. But then after a few days, even that couldn’t distract Carrie’s mind for long.

What had actually happened that day? Her mind tried to unscramble it all, the fall, the out of body experience, how Saoirse had saved her. Carrie drove her pitchfork in a little harder than she had to, disliking that one most of all. Saoirse had saved her life, but Saoirse was also the reason she nearly died in the first place. Was she supposed to be grateful or mad? In the end, she was just left frustrated and confused, avoiding every attempt Saoirse was making to get in contact again.

“Did the floor do something wrong?”

Carrie turned to see Justin walking in with a bale of hay over his shoulders. As the early greying young adult tossed his load into the pile, Carrie twisted the pitchfork in her hands. “Probably not.” She managed to smile briefly, one of those fake little smiles.

“Easy target though,” Justin replied, brushing his hands off against each other. Folding his arms over his chest, he asked, “Can I ask what it’s substituting for?”

After a silent stare, Carrie returned to her work. “Thought the Bobcats were the only ones who gossiped.”

“I’m concerned about the floorboards,” Justin answered with a laugh, though he kept his distance. “And anyone else who might fall victim to your pitchfork there.”

Carrie grinned a little. “You might be next.”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Justin replied, putting up his arms defensively. “Coming after the boss’s kid now. She’s fearless.” Carrie couldn’t help but to laugh at Justin’s act, still chuckling as he pressed, “Can I know what my offense was, Ms. Price?”

“If that’s your last wish.” With one more laugh, Carrie shook her head and faced Justin. Leaning on the pitchfork, she replied, “Just...God, I don’t know. I moved here thinking it was going to be the best thing that ever happened to me. Turns out people are just as fake here as they were back home.”

“I should clarify that I was pretending,” Justin said, setting a hand over his heart.

Carrie laughed again, shaking her head. “Not you.” She sighed and tossed her next statement through her head. “I dunno, I met these girls over at Fort Pinta the other day and I figured I’d give them a chance. Turned out not to have been the best choice I’ve made. And the Bobcats are, well, I don’t miss high school.”

“Homesick?” Justin asked.

“I think lonely is a better word for it,” Carrie answered, resting the pitchfork against the wall nearest her. “It’s not like I was the most popular person back States side, but...well, I can talk to my boss and you.”

Justin clutched down on her heart. “I think I should be hurt by that.”

With a mock scowl, Carrie retorted, “Yeah, you nosey twerp.”

He staggered backwards, feigning weakness in his knees. Carrie rolled her eyes, looking over at Ash. The mare appeared to have been watching them, though she turned away after Carrie faced her. There had been an awkward tension between the two since a week ago, one Carrie didn’t know what to do about. Had she scared Ash badly? Or did that thing touch Ash too?

“Going to the fort again today?” Justin asked, bringing Carrie’s attention back to him.

“That’s the plan,” Carrie answered with a shrug.

“You’re going to work yourself to death at this rate,” Justin said as Carrie started towards the tack closet.

If only you knew the half of it, Carrie thought, pulling the door open. “I’m trying to save up enough to rent a house over in Silverglade. Didn’t bring any furniture with me either, so there’s that.”

“Is there some kind of rush?”

Carrie paused in the door frame, turning back to look at Justin. He hadn’t made a move to follow her. After a moment, Justin’s face went a little red. “That sounded really bad.”

“A little,” Carrie answered, smiling back at him. “But I appreciate you care.”

“That’s what bosses’s kids are for,” Justin answered, shuffling his feet. There was a long pause before he added, “Hey, can I ask you on something that sounds like a date, but I promise isn’t?”

Snorting, Carrie shook her head. She tried not to laugh, but giggles slipped out as her lips turned up. “Um, depends on what it is.”

“Something I do to cheer myself up, and it seems like you could use some of that right now,” Justin went on, his face still red. “But offering to cook you dinner would probably sounds more romantic than I mean for it to be. Honest, I’m just trying to be a friend doing a nice thing for another friend.”

Carrie pursed her lips, thinking about his weird offer. This weird place. She had thought it would be a fantasy being here. It was more like life just going on. She shrugged. “Why not? I’ll take free food over another ramen packet any day.”

“No promises my cooking is better than a ramen packet,” Justin replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t want to keep you from working though.”

“Nah, Jenna told me to take the afternoon off anyway,” Carrie said, glancing at the pitchfork. “I was trying to keep busy doing stuff on the chore board.”

“Ouh, I didn’t realize it was this bad,” Justin said, fake concern. “Ms. Price, you’re working over hours to fight off your feelings. We need to get you some comfort food right this minute.”

She snorted she laughed so hard, following Justin off to the main building as he continued to joke with her about overworking herself. He led her to the dining hall, and started making tea for them both before he began pulling out ingredients for whatever he was cooking. Whenever Carrie offered to help, Justin would return her comments with mockingly overdramatic concern for her health. Finally, Carrie resigned to watching from a couch in the back of the dining room, sipping tea and sending glances towards the kitchen on occasion.

As Justin continued working on their meal, Carrie rocked back her head on the sofa. She studied the patterns etched into the support beams, hand painted and carved generations ago. Among them, Carrie noticed four signs; a spiral sun, a crescent moon, a four pointed star, and a lightning bolt. They felt oddly familiar. Something out of a dream, maybe.

“Hey, Justin, what’s your Sign?” she asked, wondering if it would mean something to him.

“Um, I think I was born in the year of the boar?” he answered, looking up from the counter. “Why?”

“Just something I heard the other day,” Carrie said. “Something about Signs the other day, some local religion? I’d never heard of it, so I was wondering if you knew anything about it.”

Justin paused for a moment, leaning on the counter as he thought. After a moment, he went back to work, saying, “Might have been some of the Keepers.”

“Keepers?” Carrie inquired, leaning over on the arm of the couch.

“Yeah, the Keepers of Aideen,” Justin replied. “It’s this old druidic faith that’s been around on Jorvik for ages. A lot of the more secluded villages still worship the goddess, Aideen. I don’t think it’s very popular though, about as common for people to believe in her as they would be to believe in the Norse gods or something. Well, it’s popular for tourism. We have a mound over near Fort Pinta of a very important leader who believed in Aideen, but I think the ghost sightings scared people off too much. Don’t know who it was.”

Carrie shivered. “Ghost sightings? Really? You think ghosts are real?”

“Sure, we’ve got one up at that abandoned farm house on top of the plateau,” Justin answered, his head tilting in the direction of where the cliffside farm was. “And we get a few running around every Halloween.”

“Yeah, ok,” Carrie replied, nervously. That hadn’t felt like a ghost, whatever it had been. “But these Keepers? What are they all about?”

She heard the oven open and closed before Justin walked over into the living room, typing in a timer on his phone. He pulled a chair over by the couch. “I can’t really give you specifics, to be honest. The most I know is from those personality quizzes you get on Facebook and stuff. Like ‘What’s your Jorviegian druid sign?’ Tan or Loretta would be more likely to be able to tell you.”

“But I’m asking you,” Carrie replied with a grin.

Justin sighed and rocked back in his chair. “I dunno. Um, there’s Sun, Moon, Star, and Lightning. And then the all powerful Light that they throw in for Mary Sues.”

Patting the couch beside her, Carrie pressed, “Which one are you? From these personality quizzes?”

With another exasperated huff, Justin sat down on the couch beside Carrie. “I don’t know, I think it was Star that last time I took one ten years ago, something about a kind and caring personality.”

“You sure you were being honest with your answers?” Carrie jabbed.

Justin scowled playfully back at her, shaking his head. “Rude.”

“What would I be?” Carrie asked, leaning back against the arm of the couch, balling her legs up beside her.

“Really?” Justin replied, laughing. “Carrie, I’m no good at this.”

“Oh, come on, I thought you had a kind and caring personality?” Carrie teased. “Would it help if I said I’m a Hufflepuff?”

Rocking his head back to laugh, Justin just shook his head. “I doubt you’re actually a Hufflepuff.”

“Rude, I’m so a Hufflepuff.”

“And I’m Slytherin.”

Carrie punched Justin’s shoulder, or wound up to. The swing ended up not being very hard when it landed. Drawing her arm back, she tilted her head a bit. “Please.”

“I guess if I’m under the threat of force,” Justin answered, jokingly rubbing his shoulder. He shrugged. “Moon, maybe.”

“And what does that mean?” Carrie asked, leaning forward.

“You’re smart.”

Carrie blushed, looking away. She smiled weakly, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “Oh. Thanks.”

An awkward silence fell over them both. Carrie twisted her legs closer to her and further from Justin on the couch. She pulled out her phone, idly playing a mobile game instead of continuing the conversation with Justin. He seemed content to do the same on his own.

After a while, the smell of ground beef and cooked tomatoes filled the dining room. Carrie took a big whiff of the smell, the medley of herbs blended in, most prominently basil. “God, that smells great. What are you making?”

“My mom’s lasagna,” Justin answered, pulling up his timer again. Another ten minutes were left, but he stood up and walked back into the kitchen. “It’s the only recipe of hers I’ve been able to make. I’ve been making it a lot lately. Helps me feel better, work through things.”

For all the time Carrie had been here, she hadn’t heard a single word about a Mrs. Moorland. But from the way things sounds, she had been gone for a long time. Had Justin ever made it with her?

“I’m-- Sorry,” Carrie muttered. He probably didn’t want her sympathy for a woman he had never known to lose. She tried to smile instead. “I didn’t know it was a family recipe.”

“Which is why you can’t help,” Justin stated, smirking from beside the oven. Still, there was a part of his voice that was tender, recalling someone, or making a memory where one never had grown.

“Worried I’ll run away with it?” Carrie asked, attempting to joke. Fairly heavy subject she was wading around now. It certainly made hers feel less serious. Dead parents not the best subject for the first not a date.

Justin smiled. “Maybe. Have to see what you’ve gotta say after you’ve tried it.”

Carrie got up from the couch and started pulling out plates as Justin waited by the stove. She handed him an oven mitt as she searched for silverware among the drawers. Justin pointed to it just as his timer started going off, a wave of heat flooding the kitchen as he pulled out the baking stone.

“Smells good,” Carrie said as Justin set the dish down on the counter.

“Glad I got that much right,” Justin replied with a laugh. “The first three burned.”

“Oh, God, that must have been fun clearing out of here.” Carrie laughed, waving her hand in front of her nose. “If it makes you feel any better, I burnt my dad’s cake the first time I helped with his birthday dinner.”

“How do you burn a cake?” Justin asked.

“How do you burn a lasagna?”

Justin paused, his mouth open to respond, but he didn’t. After a moment, he nodded. “Touche.”

As Justin served the two of them, Carrie fished out a pair of glasses. She set the cups down just as Justin finished plating. Justin shifted back a step, running a hand over his neck. “I don’t actually think you’re going to run away with the recipe.”

Carrie sat down, dragging a plate over to her. “I’ve knocked him off guard, perfect.”

Shaking his head, Justin took his own plate, falling quiet as he ate. Carrie found a similar silence washing over her. It was really good lasagna. Not the world’s best, but definitely up there in best lasagnas she had had. Definitely worthy of not talking through eating it.

“Who is Aideen though?” Carrie asked, stopping herself from licking the plate clean with the question.

“Some kind of ancient goddess, I don’t know,” Justin replied, shoveling the last bite of his own lasagna into his mouth. He swallowed. “You could go ask Conrad. Pretty sure he believes in that stuff. He doesn’t mind a conversation if you’re over there, and he’ll know more than me.”

“Talking to people is so difficult though,” Carrie joked, laughing a little.

“Yeah, people are terrible,” Justin said, rolling his eyes.

Carrie fanned her fingers out as she pressed back in her seat. “The worst.” She looked around the room as she scooped up her plate. “Most of them, anyway.”

“Any exceptions you can think of?” Justin asked as Carrie walked over to the rest of the lasagna.

“Definitely not you,” Carrie corrected, turning around with a wink. Justin slid down in his chair, again feigning defeat. As she walked back, Carrie went on, “I’m kidding. Thank you, for this not a date.” Justin laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. Carrie blushed a little, stabbing her fork into the lasagna. “It definitely helped.”

A soft smile crossed Justin’s face. “I’m glad.”

That moment hung between them. Stillness moved around them, freezing the air in a perfect second. Carrie tore her eyes away, forcing herself to take a bite of her meal to break the tension. Justin coughed as he turned towards the window. Still, something giddy bubbled in Carrie’s stomach, something she cringed a little to feel. What a cliche high school feeling.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Justin Moorland.”

Carrie’s face went a hard red. She bent her head down, trying to burn through the embarrassment. Who had wandered into her and Justin having a very-- having lunch? God, she couldn’t stand the rumors that would crop up from this. Or the hell it would raise with Loretta. Oh, God, Loretta wasn’t going to let her live this down, would she? Carrie was basically a dead woman walking out of here now. How ironic to survive this week and die today--

“Hi, can I help you?” Justin asked, leaning passed Carrie. She was comforted to see his face was a little pink as well.

Managing to collect herself, Carrie turned to face their intruder. They were dressed too nicely for Moorland in that bright red dressage coat. Their black hair appeared to have been frazzled from a frantic horse ride, though they smoothed out the loose strands back into their bun.

Taking confident strides forward, the rider approached their table, ignoring Carrie entirely. “My name is Sabine. I am an co-worker of your grandfather. He would like for you to come visit him. I sent you a letter earlier about him wishing to see you.”

“I didn’t know Grandpa Jasper had any co-workers?” Justin replied, confused. Faking confusion. Carrie and Justin’s eye met as she noticed that. Why would he be faking it? “I think you might have--”

“Your paternal grandfather,” Sabine interjected, pulling out an envelope from her coat. “Sorry my letter was lost in transit, I should have trusted the postal service with it. Mr. Sands was married to Baroness Silverglade, though they parted ways on...less than ideal conditions. He would like to repair that relationship your father and grandmother kept from you, if you are willing to visit him.”

Justin took the envelope from Sabine, opening it and reading over the letter. Carrie turned towards Sabine. “Couldn’t he have just called?”

“Mr. Sands is a very busy man,” Sabine answered. When Carrie gave her a skeptical look, Sabine added, “He’s the CEO of Dark Core.”

“And my uncle works at Nintendo,” Carrie answered, folding her arms. She turned towards Justin. “This doesn’t sound a little fishy to you?”

“I need a minute,” Justin murmured, getting up from the table. He walked over to the couch, letter still in hand. Carrie watched him rereading it as he sat down again, a concerned look on his face.

Sabine started to follow him. “I don’t have a minute. My barge leaves for the Dark Core platform in twenty minutes. Either you’re on that ship or you’re not. I expected you to have an answer already. Now I need you to make a decision.”

Carrie watched as Justin’s expression knotted further and further. She had no idea what was on his mind, but she could tell he needed more than twenty minutes to process this. That confusion he was faking, the expression on his face now, Carrie could tell Justin was struggling with this choice. Given a timer now to make this choice-- Carrie walked over to Sabine, asking softly, “You really from Dark Core?”

Turning around, Sabine scowled at Carrie. “Yes.”

“Can you prove it?” Carrie asked.

Sabine kept her brows down, but pulled out an ID from her pocket. Carrie looked over the little plastic Dark Core card. She hadn’t heard the best things about the company, but at least Sabine wasn’t lying. Carrie tilted her head towards Justin. “You’re really sudden, and this sounds like pretty big news that you gave him. Give me a minute to try for you?”

The rider’s brows softened. “I have twenty minutes.” With that, she marched off.

Carrie shook her head, not sure why she wanted to help such a-- This was about Justin, not her. She walked over to the couch, sitting down beside Justin. She looked at the letter, though forced herself to stop after a moment. Not her place to read it. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know what to do,” Justin murmured. “My dad always said his dad was the worst, when he would even talk about it. I grew up thinking the guy was some kind of monster.”

“There’s a but coming up, huh?” Carrie pushed, leaning back on the couch.

“He wants to try having a fresh start, with everyone,” Justin stated, showing Carrie the letter. Carrie skimmed the line where Justin’s finger was. “But he thinks I’m the only one would give him an attempt at it. Considering I just gave my other grandfather another chance, maybe that’s only fair of me to try.”

“Why not visit him then?” Carrie asked. “You’ve got a ride all lined up.”

Justin folded the letter over his leg. “And what if he is a monster, like everyone said? I’d probably be stuck on that platform with him until someone could come get me off.”

“Or he’s actually a good guy?” Carrie offered, though the statement felt oily on her tongue. This was the CEO of Dark Core they were talking about. She hadn’t heard anything good about that company since she had gotten here. Then again, she hadn’t seen them doing anything wrong, unlike the G.E.D. workers in the area.

“And everyone I know has lied about him?” Justin replied, somewhat defeated.

“People can change?” Carrie shrugged, falling back on the couch. “Seems like you’ve written this off. Why not just stay?”

Justin twitched his lips, turning away. “This is the second letter I’ve gotten from my grandfather about visiting him.” He turned his head up towards the support beams and the little carvings Carrie had noticed in the boards. “And she would have wanted me to try. I know she would have.”

A guilty growl ran through Carrie’s stomach. Of course, the dead, kind mother would have wanted him to, not that either of them would be able to prove that. Carrie took a deep breath. “Look, this is totally shady, I get it. But Sabine is at least who she says she is. She works for Dark Core, and as sketchy as the company may be, that doesn’t mean the employees are all the worst. So maybe your grandpa is just part of a shady board, or Dark Core just gets a bad rap. Also, that’s a handwritten letter, apparently one of two. You’ve gotta mean something to him for him to take the time to write those and then send a lackey to come get you for a visit. Again, twice on the personal deliveries.”

“It’s just so weird,” Justin said.

“Weird! Justin, the first day I was here we drove over the largest stone bridge probably in existence like it was normal. The person in charge of Fort Pinta is a 12 year old. There’s a religious sect who ran off with your last stable hand,” Carrie exclaimed. “And then I got asked on not a date by this big doofus today!”

Justin laughed, the beginning of a smile cracking through. “Doofus?”

“Yeah, doofus,” Carrie replied, playfully smacking Justin over the back of his head. “Look, life’s weird. This place is weirder. But sometimes when you try weird things you get to eat lasagna with a really--” Carrie bit down on her lip, a flustered expression on her face. “A really nice guy,” she corrected. She shook her head. “You should try. I think you’ll feel better if you do. You can call if anything goes wrong and I’ll call the cops.”

“Really?” Justin pressed.

“Really,” Carrie stated emphatically.

Squeezing the letter, Justin nodded. “Thank you, Carrie. I really appreciate it.”

Carrie shrugged. “I’m just trying to be a friend doing a nice thing for another friend.” She squeezed his hand, sincerely believing that statement. And praying this would go well. “Go catch that boat.”

#sso #star stable #star stable online #the b team druids #woj writing #Carrie x Justin

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xxprincessjewelsxx · 7 years

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A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Chapter 8 - The Lion & The Dragon Pt. 3

Warnings: None

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16, Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Bonus Chapter

The second building that we visited was smaller than the first but didn’t lack the vibe the first on did. We were lead down a long hall to a conference room where two men sat. One, I had never seen before...the other, the man with kind eyes and a love of oversized sweaters.

As his usually soft gaze was stern as he looked at Junmyeon until his eyes met mine. The look that he normally gave me in the coffee shop reappeared and a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Suho...so good for you to finally join us,” the other man said.

“Hakyeon...Taekwoon...” Junmyeon said.

“I don’t believe I told you you could call me anything but ‘Leo’...Suho,” the man from the coffee shop said.

Before Junmyeon could say anything the new man, Hakyeon, cut him off. “Now, now boys...let’s not start anything, there is a lady present so let’s try not to act like complete heathens, hmm?” Junmyeon clicked his tongue and went and sat down at the large conference table, me following suit. “There we go...now, my understanding is that Ms. Lee and Leo met at a coffee shop in the neutral zone between VIXX and BIGBANG and you don’t exactly approve of that.”

“I’m guessing like Jiyong you were pretty quick to figure out who she was...what were you hoping to gain by talking to her?” Junmyeon questioned.

Leo looked at my for a moment before his eyes shifted back to Junmyeon. “What does any man get out of talking to a pretty girl? Good conversation and a very pretty view.”

I felt my cheeks heat up at his words, whether or not they were completely true or not, unlike Junmyeon’s half-assed remarks there was actually sincerity behind them. And coming from a handsome man like himself, was actually quite nice.

Junmyeon scoffed. “What’s your end game? What do you want?”

“A cup of coffee...” Leo deadpanned, “I saw her, talked to her, did realize who she was later but didn’t let that effect me talking to her, like normal human beings do.”

“I know there some-.”

“He has no arterial motives for speaking with her...however since you’re here...that little poker game you’re setting up. I want in,” Hakyeon interrupted.

“Absolutely not, we’ve had this conversation before,”Junmyeon said.

“But things have gotten so much more interesting lately...Leo why don’t you take Ms. Lee to the lounge down the hall so that Suho and I can chat,” Hakyeon said.

Junmyeon grumbled and cursed under his breath, but gave a nod. Standing up along with Leo I followed him down the hall to a room with a couple of couches.

“Have a seat if you wish,” Leo said, walking over to the sideboard where a coffee dispenser sat, “Coffee?”

“No...no,” I replied, “Um...Leo...”

“Taekwoon...” he said, looking over his coffee cup.

“What?” I questioned.

“Suho can’t call me by my real name. However, Ms. Lee...if you wish, you make call me Taekwoon,” he replied.

“Oh...well I guess you don’t have to call me ‘Ms. Lee’ all the time,” I said. Even though I was standing in the office building of a mafia, I felt oddly at ease with Taekwoon...however I did have a couple of questions. “Um...I was told that you’re a danger to me...maybe I’m a fool for asking but...are you a danger to me.”

He let out a sigh. “Would you like the truth? Or would you rather me continue to have the image of the man that you met in the coffee shop. They’re one in the same, but I don’t want to frighten you.”

“I want to know,” I said.

“I have the skills to kill a man with my bare hands, and the training to kill someone from a roof top that’s several blocks away...I’m a danger to a lot of people,” he reached behind him and pulled out a gun from his waistband and popped out the clip before setting it on the sideboard, “But I’m not a danger to you.”

“Mmm can I ask you a question?” I asked, earning a nod from him, “We met at a coffee shop in a ‘neutral zone’...what’s a ‘neutral zone’?”

“Has Suho not explained this to you?” he asked.

“First time it was mentioned was earlier today by Kwon Jiyong, plus Junmyeon and I...” I started but stopped.

“I see...he’s the friend you had a fight with...well. Y/N...” he stopped setting down his coffee cup, before grabbing a sharpie from the pen cup and walking over to the map of Seoul that hung on the wall. He started to draw territory lines around areas of the city...the largest of course being my father’s. “These are the different areas of the city that the different mafias have control over. Over here in this area between VIXX and BIGBANG there’s a few blocks that we agreed to be neutral territory. Meaning none of our dealings go on there...we may go have drinks, buy food, clothes, all that good stuff. But none of the other business that goes on in our daily lives...which is what makes that coffee shop such a nice retreat.” He put a little dot over where the coffee shop is. “EXO, BIGBANG, and VIXX are the mafias that have the higher power in the city right now...so much so that some of the smaller gangs have joined with each of us to help build that power.”

“There’s territories, neutral zones, and then areas like this that are all jumbled,” I said, pointing to the map.

“The warehouse district is by the water...Jiyong is quite found of the water because of the money that can be made with inports and exports...it’s a mess because every time a warehouse is emptied he snatches it up so there isn’t an actual territory for the warehouse district,” he said with a roll of his eyes, “Now...EXO...this was EXO before the agreement with your father...” He drew a line in my father’s territory connecting it to EXO’s and coloring it in. “Now that is the size of EXO’s territory, more than double what it was. Only probably with that is that that could begin to attract unwanted attention.”

Looking back at me Taekwoon chuckled. “You need to work on your poker face. What was it? Cops? His poker games and this move aren’t good for keeping prying eyes away.”

I stared at the map for a minute as he grabbed his coffee and took a seat on one of the couches. “It’s like some really bad board game...”

“You could say that...except this is a dangerous game we’re playing...” he said.

There was silence as you continued to take all this in. You got more information in those ten minutes than you had in...well in a very long time. “By the way...what does um...Hakyeon want from Suho?”

“My boss deals closely with antiquities...he’s been looking for something because a client is willing to pay top dollar for it. Suho happens to have it and he wants to strike a deal with him for it,” he replied.

“But what-”

I was cut off by the door swinging open and Junmyeon standing there with a look that could kill. Looking from Taekwoon to me he noticed the map on the wall. “Looks like you were having fun in here,” he said sourly.

“Just a geography lesson,” Taekwoon said.

“Right...cause you’re just that kind of guy,” he snarked, “Y/N, we’re leaving...now.”

I nodded before looking over at Taekwoon. “Thank you.”

“Anytime...” he said before Junmyeon rushed me out of the room.

“What did you two talk about?” he questioned, “He just explained to me about the territories because I asked what a neutral zone was...would you let my arm go I can walk!”

Once down in the parking garage and less likely to make a scene I yanked my arm away from him and he just looked at me. “A little bit of freedom and your attitude takes a complete 180...” he said.

“Yeah...cause it felt great actually being out in the world and not trapped like some prisoner,” I said, “Obviously joke was on me with that one, all my life I’ve been just a pawn and it didn’t really sink in until I was handed over like a baton to you. Just take me home...”

~Junmyeon~

“You and Hakyeon?” Minseok questioned as Junmyeon talked to him about setting up a private poker game later that evening, “Sure you want to do this during a gambling night and not somewhere else with less eyes?”

“Why don’t want the general public to see what precious artifacts you might have lying around?” Y/N remarked.

“Okay, that’s enough wine for you....” Kyungsoo said taking her wine glass from her.

“Hey that was only my second glass,” she whined.

“No it wasn’t,” Baekhyun said sitting next to her, “Are you okay?”

“You are so sweet Baekkie, did you know that?” she questioned reaching out and squishing his cheeks. Causing me to roll my eyes; if there was anyone in this building that she had a soft spot for it was Baekhyun...and having a few drinks in her was definitely showing that.

“Um...boss?” he questioned.

“He wants the painting...honestly I could care less about that. It’s just sitting collecting dust...Y/N for the love of god, stop squishing Baekhyun’s cheeks,” Junmyeon said, resulting in her sticking her tongue out at him and crossing her arms in a pouting manner, “Anyway, he has another condition roped in there.”

“What did you do?” Minseok questioned.

“He wins,” he stopped and looked at Y/N who was now getting a piggy back to bed from Chanyeol, playing with his ears and they went. “She gets to spend the day with Leo.”

“My, my...is the cat not able to land on it’s feet when she’s around?” he questioned.

“He’s got a soft spot for her, that’s for sure,” he said, tearing at the label of his beer, “All Leo wants is one full day with her, none of us around. If Hakyeon wins...he gets the painting and Y/N goes to Leo for a day.”

“And you agreed to this?” Minseok questioned, “I know the girl isn’t intimidating, but when she finds out about this, she is gonna take your gun and shoot you in the balls with it.”

“You don’t have to be dramatic....”

“I would want to do that, if I was added as part of a bet...normally I would go along with your plans...but a bet?” Minseok said, “Think about if you actually want to do that.”

“It’s already done, I can’t go back and tell him no now,” he stated.

“Whatever you could win better be freakin’ good cause this is going to be a shit show...”

To be continued...

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contentmag · 7 years

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After a few very friendly introductions, Mary Souza jumps right into explaining her art and journey, “I used to say it takes 67 years to do a painting, but now I just say it’s taken my entire life.”

That pretty much describes Mary: not just that her work is the outpouring of her personal history and journey, but that she jumps right in as well. Even at the time of this interview, Mary was packing for a month-long residency in Rome, where she was looking to explore new directions in her abstract work.

How did you get into painting? I was a stay‑at‑home mom. I decided to do that in 1975, with my first child, at the height of feminism with Ms. Magazine. Of course, I was a counterculturalist. When I went back to De Anza, at age 40, I thought, “I graduated from Berkeley. I taught school.” But, I was terrified. So, I made my first class a drawing class. I didn’t want to start with Art History because that’s reading. I know about reading and writing. I like that. That’s safety. I wanted to start with what’s not safe. To me, putting pencil or charcoal to paper, expressing myself that way, was pretty scary.

Had you drawn before then? I had, but not for a long time. My interest was more in singing. My instructor, Lee Takang, made a statement: “Some of you can do other things well, but this is scary to you.” I said, “Oh, yeah. I can stand on a stage and belt out country, bluegrass, and twangy stuff. No problem, but this is scary.” He said, “Just put that same feeling and energy into your drawing.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. Now I know.

Muse Through Red

How would you explain your work? People ask, “Why do you only have one figure?” I think that has to do with a sense of spirit. These figures are not in any kind of landscape that you can place. They may be a little more ethereal, but they’re also grounded.

For instance [pointing to her “Muse Through Red” painting], this red had to be there to push against the figure. It grounds it to me. It grounds it in a space that isn’t anything identifiable, because then we would have a story that’s not about you and the interaction with the work. That’s my feeling.

A solitary figure, the viewer looks at it. Maybe you see more of yourself, or you see an engagement with something beyond what this human representation is. Whereas if there were two or more figures, then you have a story. You want to know that story. And that story tends to be about them.

When I’m painting, it’s more about my engagement with the paint and a sense of a spirit or a sense of…something.

A feeling, an experience? A human experience or human endeavor—let’s put it that way. Not necessarily about any particular event. What I do, I usually start out with a brush with some indigo blue paint. A brush that’s old, stiff, and horrible, which I love. That’s about the only time I might use a brush. Otherwise, I use a palette knife in my hand and an oil stick. I’ll start out scribbling. That’s just the beginning. It’s the baby painting. I guess I have a feeling like it has to have more life and have been through enough.

To me, some of the splatters, splotches, and things, that’s just life. Life’s gone on. There’s stuff that’s happened. That’s how we are. A lot of stuff goes on. It’s sometimes messy.

How would you describe your “voice?” My voice is not about being pretty or safe, but it’s about a strength or a beauty that pervades everything. Even if there’s pain or sorrow, there’s a beauty in human interactions during that time. It’s about people. It’s about the creative act and the process.

I think that’s why I like the figure. People react to a human. You have to have…

An arsenal of life experiences? …yes, and a structure maybe, but I don’t think you have to have it rigid. In fact, in many parts of life, it’s not wise to try and figure it all out ahead, because it doesn’t…doesn’t work out the way you planned. But it works out. Go with where your intuition or the spirit carries you. Listen for that. Count on that. Counting on it, I think, is the hard part. Trust that that will happen for you. Use what you’re given. I’ve always felt that way.

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Mary Souza facebook: Mary Souza Art

This article originally appeared in Issue 6.5 “Dine” Digital Download Available Here

Mary Souza After a few very friendly introductions, Mary Souza jumps right into explaining her art and journey, “I used to say it takes 67 years to do a painting, but now I just say it’s taken my entire life.”

#6.5 #Artist #Mary Souza #Painting #Visual Art

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Villainous Kindergarden au that no one ever asked for.

“Dr. Flug! Bring me my bag at once!!” “Coming sir!!”

The small boy grabbed the heavy black bag, throwing it over his shoulder, almost falling on the floor as he tried to balance it. He took slow, painful steps as he inched closer and closer to Black Hat. Eventually he made it to the small circle table, flipping the bag over onto the desk with a loud bang before slamming his face to the black painted wood, panting for dear life. “Good! Took you long enough.” Black Hat dug through his bag, pulling out a small camera, papers, and a remote. Flug looks up from the table, seeing Black Hat pull out supplies.

“Is the presentation today sir?” Flug whines.

“You should know doctor!! I stated this last-” he counts on his fingers, “-tuesday!” Black Hat hissed.

“sir. we have no one to chart what we do in this gang..” Flug sighs.

Black Hat stands up, holding the stuff in tiny arms.

“That’s gonna change. Today we are getting new workers.”

Flug opened his mouth under his bag to say more, before everyone scurried to their desks as the bell rung. The door opens, greeting the teacher.

“Good morning everyone!” The teacher greeted.

“Good morning Ms. Gray.” Everyone greets back.

“I have very good news! Today we have a new student! Say hello everyone to Demetria!” She smiles, holding her hand out to the door. No one enters.

“aww! Come on! Don’t be shy! We’re all friends here!” Ms. Gray reassures. Black Hat quietly scoffs at the idea.

A small hand appeared from the door, grabbing the frame. A small head popped in, before a whole body walked into the room, everyone’s eyes locked on the entering girl.

The girl was.. special compared to the others. While most of the girls had normal blonde or brown or black hair, this girl had neon pink hair with a neon green ponytail. A lizard hoodie rested over the crazy hair along with different colored sneakers. This girl did not know how to dress.

She held onto a small stuffed animal as she spoke, quietly and timidly.

“U-uhm.. H-Hi everybody..” She mutters.

“Tell us about yourself, Demetria!” Ms. Gray smiles.

Black Hat scoffed at the girl’s shyness, and Flug was listening in, happy that he wasn’t the only timid child in the room anymore.

“U-uhm. Well.. I-I have good memory.. It’s hard for most people to talk to me. I-I guess?” She mumbles.

Everyone quietly murmured thoughts about the girl. “That was fine Demetria. Now uh, go sit back there! with the black table.” Ms. Gray instructed, pointing to Black Hat and Flug.

she nods, quietly and swiftly making her way to the back of the room. she easily sits down the the quiet murmurs of opinion easily got louder to hear as she sat calmly with the kids in the back.

“Well! I need to go get some things done before we can start class, so in the mean time, go ahead and play kids!” The teacher smiles. As soon as she leaves the room and the door clicks shut, Black Hat jumps up onto the table.

“Villains!! Make your way to the back of the class for a quick announcement!” Black Hat barks.

Some kids stand up with glee and march to the back of the room as other children grimace and look away in disgust.

Everyone gathers around the table as Black Hat clears his throat.

“So! We kids don’t have the time to use our strong, agile arms for petty and lame things like, saay holding the adults’ stuff.” He hissed making the other children pout and yell in agreement.

“Here comes the robot that will help you with all your needs! Holding your crayons, making sure no one touches your fries, maybe even, if we are given enough money,” he winks, “protecting you from the likes of… the heroic children.” Black Hat casts a dark glare over to the kids, curled up in the other side of the room as the villain kids boo'ed and hissed.

Flug crawls up on the table, not as quickly as Black Hat, and holds up a remote.

“This remote activates the robot with the click of a button! Remember it is battery powered, so you need to recharge it with your own batteries.” Flug smiles.

Everyone stares. Flug sighs.

“Push this to turn it on and off,” He says pointing to the red circle. He flips it to the bag, pointing to a panel.

“Replace the things in HERE with the same thing, but new, to make it go.”

Everyone nods and lets out small “oh’s” as Flug groaned, surrounded by people below his intelligence.

Flug presses the button and the camera beside them sprouts bendable legs and arms that ended in claws, made of small lego’s.

“Cam-bot. Hold my juice please!” Flug hands the bot a small cup of grape juice and the robot easily grabs and holds it in silence. Everyone stares in amazement.

“Cam-bot?” Black Hat snarls. “What? It needs a name to respond to.” Flug responds quietly. Black Hat rolls his eyes, elbowing him as the small scientist hunches over with a groan.

“Let us start the bidding here for the prototype… Cam-bot. We start at perhaps 50 cents?”

Everyone goes nuts, holding up fistfuls of coins, barking prices.

“60 cent!”

“80 cents!”

Everyone shoots prices between 70 and 90. All went well and made Black Hat smirk before a voice spoke up.

“8 dollars!! paid up front.”

all the kids gasp and quiet down, now reduced to mutters and wide eyes.

Black Hat smiles widely, cash signs evading his eyes in greed and joy.

“And anyone want to top 8 dollars?” He grins.

Everyone is quiet.

“Sold for $8!! Whoever priced it, please stand up and take your evil price!” Black Hat chuckles.

Everyone freezes when they notice a familiar lizard like hood rise from near the table. Everyone clears the way, seeing Demetria standing up, fanning herself with the money, as she stood with a triumphant smirk. She takes her time walking up, stepping over the table. hitting someone on the way down, before standing in front of the man with the remote.

“Wait.. you? Aren’t you the lame, shy, little new girl?” Black Hat scoffs. the kids of the villain side of the room cackle and laugh. She looks around at all the laughing kids.

“Say. You look way to small and weak to be here,” Black Hat grabs her chin playfully. “Why don’t you go and play over with the hero side!” Black Hat pulls away, booming with laughter as everyone roared with cackles and deep breathes. Flug walks closer to the girl.

“I-I am so sorry miss! They are always like this.” He sighs.

Demetria stares at him and at the crowd. She jumps back on the table, before blowing a huge whistle with her two fingers.

“LISTEN UP YOU WHINY LITTLE 5 YEAR OLDS!!” She snarled.

Everyone froze, including the hero side.

“I am not weak, and I am not here to be walked all over. Forget what the teacher said and listen up! The name’s Demencia and I don’t take kindly to anyone telling me that I ain’t crap compared them!!”

Everyone gasped in silence at the word she said. She nods happily, hopping down. “So. I’ll take my robot?” She asks, holding out the money. Flug happily takes the money from her hands, shoving her the remote. “So. What’s with all this heroes and villains stuff?” Demencia asks, crossing her arms.

“This kindergarden is split between two groups. We have the villains. We live for pure anarchy and destruction. The ultimate thing a person may want,” Black Hat gushed, “And then we have the heroes. Always telling on us, and ‘’doing the right thing’’ ugh! They never even get their way!! The villains’ side is far superior.” Black Hat grins as the others cheer in agreement.

“Huh… And who are you to the villains’ side?” Demencia asks.

“Why.. me? I am the dealer. The supplier. The giver of both needs and wants to those who won’t get serviced. Me and my dear..-“ “scientist.” Flug interrupts. Flug has been their long enough to know when Black Hat can’t pronounce a word or two. “- yeah that, run this little dealership. Black Hat Co.! speaking of the group-“ Black Hat turns to everyone. “Today you are all aware this little-“ “organization.” “- of mine is a little low on workers! If any of you would like to join and work for our little group of villainy, take a paper, fill it out, and send it back to me.” Black Hat winks.

Everyone nods, walking away. No one took a paper. Black Hat sighs.

“Say. What would it take for me to join again?” Demencia smirks. Black at scoffs. “I don’t know. Get me an apple from the teacher and maybe I’ll consider bringing a GIRL into this dealership.” Black Hat spat wickedly as he and Flug sat back down at the table. Flug shakes his head. “None of the villains ever get anything from the teacher…” He mutters, drawing on a paper.

Demencia frowned just as the teacher walks back in with a handful of papers. She sits down at her desk, flipping through paperwork quietly.

Demencia puts on a happy face, and skips over to the teacher. Ms. Gray looks up.

“OH hello sweetie! Did you find out which team your on? With their little villainous or heroic thing?? Honestly, I prefer the hero side, but everyone takes their own path.” She shrugs with a chuckle.

“Yeah. I met Flug. He is really sweet.” Demencia smiles warmly.

“Yeah. He could do a lot of good in this world. Too bad he’s stuck with top hat.” Ms. Gray and Demencia laugh.

“Say you’re a very good teacher. I really wanna make friends and Flug seems nice. Do you think I can maybe have that apple there? I know it’s a lot to ask, but Flug loves fruit, he told me,” Demencia lies. “C-could I maybe have the apple? Just this one time! Pretty please?” She begs with puppy eyes.

The teacher sighs. “Oh… I suppose. But just this once!” She says handing the lizard girl the small fruit. “Thanks teach!” she grins, “And by the way. I picked villains” She grins wickedly. Ms. Gray’s face contorts subtly in disgust.

“ah. I see. Say let me see that apple please? I wanna check if It’s good.” She grins, holding her hand out to grab it. Demencia swiped her hand away, taking a chomp out of the apple while looking her dead in the eye.

“Fine to me.” She giggles, skipping off.

“So I was thinking may-” Flug was cut off when a red fruit was slammed down in the middle of his blue prints. Black Hat looks up as Demencia stares with a shit eating grin at the two villains.

“You got the apple… No! You probably played coy! I bet she doesn’t even know you are a villain.” Black Hat scoffed.

She looks over to the teacher, “Hey teach!! What did you give me??” She asks, yelling so everyone heard.

“An apple sweetie.” She sighs.

“And what side am i!?”

“villains I believe?” She responds.

Everyone stares in awe of the girl as she looks down at the demon in a hat with wide yes on his face.

“She got an apple?”

“No villain gets anything out of the teacher…”

They all mutter.

Black Hat stared down at the apple. His lips refused to say the words.

Flug sighs, standing up, and holding out his hand. “B-Boss probably won’t say it since he seems a bit stunned right now, but.. we can all say you have quite the skills here. W-welcome to the Black Hat Organization. Glad to have a new member on the team.“

#why has god forsaken my hands into writing this #lmao #kinder garden au #villainous #lil black hat #lil flug #lil demencia #my shitty writing

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