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dellyduck · 1 year

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Traffic Court

Thanks to @kaderp, I have been down into a Pixar Cars rabbit hole for the past week.

She came up with the idea for this Cars X Ducktales AU (where the characters are still ducks, they just drive cars, thank you very much), and well, I simply had to rewrite at least one scene from the first movie into this AU.

I have lots of fun writing it, just like I’m having fun developing this AU with Kader in general, so if any of you are interested in reading, I hope you guys enjoy this “little” scene ^-^

“Radiator Springs’ traffic court, come to order!”

Dewey was used to crowded places; being the center of attention, having people screaming and yelling at him – it all came with the fame, and he normally adored all that.

However, when the courtroom’s doors shot wide open and the eight or nine people who lived in that town started getting on his face for the mess he had caused, Dewey never wished a “crowd” would ignore him so bad.

‘I don’t know what’s worse,’ he thought grumpily, as Launchpad continued pushing him through the people and to the front of the room. ‘This, or that tent of old hicks yesterday.’

Nah, this was worse. At least yesterday, Drake was there to drive him far away from those bumpkins as soon as his contractual presentation was over. With these bumpkins right now, he was stuck.

Launchpad forced him to sit on the accused’s chair. All the other seats on the front were empty, included the judge’s, and the only other person in that part of the room with him was the short yet with a fierce gaze woman that had arrested him in the first place.

Said fierce gaze didn’t intimidate Dewey in the slightest – they couldn’t really touch him there, not with him being who he was and them being a bunch of nobodies.

“Officer, talk to me babe, how long is this gonna take? I gotta get to California pronto.”

“Where’s your lawyer?” The sheriff ignored him.

Dewey rolled his eyes, “Uh, I don’t know- Aruba, maybe. He has a timeshare there.”

“If the offender has no lawyer, the courtroom will assign one for them,” quoted the sheriff, lowkey looking as tired of Dewey as he was of this place. She looked to the audience of nine people, “Anyone want to be his lawyer?”

Immediately and collectively, the town pulled their chairs one step behind. Everyone, that is, except Launchpad.

“Gee, I’ll do it, Sheriff Cabrera!” The man shrugged, looking by no means bothered by that outcome. He joined Dewey on the accused’s table and the sheriff spoke again.

“All rise. The honorable Doctor Scrooge has arrived.” Her eyes fell on Dewey again, and she added only to him, “May Doc. have mercy of your soul.”

The Duck boy gulped, that so sure feeling that nothing bad could happen suddenly nowhere to be found.

The court’s doors shot open once more, “Alright! I wanna know who’s the responsible for wrecking my town.” The voice with a tick Scottish accent was as strong as the heavy steps that followed into the room. “Sheriff, I want his head on a platter. I’m gonna put him in jail until he rots. No, scratch that- I’m gonna put him in jail until the jail rots!” The angry man got to the podium and to the judge’s chair. “Then on top of that jail I’ll put another one until that jail rots. I’m-”

His voice died as soon as his eyes fell on Dewey; or more precisely, on the dirty racing clothes that the twenty-some years old boy was still wearing. On a shift, the expression of the old man in red hardened in a way that Dewey couldn’t help but shrink a bit.

After a long instant of quietness, the judge spoke again, “Throw him out of here, Sheriff. I want him out of my courtroom, I want him out of my town!” And to prove that his decision was final, “Case dismissed!”

“Yes!” Dewey was practically beaming. He expected this whole quadrille to be quick, but one single second? That’s what he called doing things in the Turbo Duck style.

He could hear the town’s citizens complaining behind him, but for the young racer they were as much white noise as Launchpad’s more pleased reaction, “By the Darkwing, looks like I’m really good at this lawyer stuff!”

Nothing in that place mattered anymore – he was free. And promptly after he stepped outside this building, he was going to hit the road and get to California, where he was supposed to be.

No one was going to stand on his way any longer.

“Sorry I’m late.” For a third time, the courtroom’s doors were opened, this time followed by a feminine, calmer voice.

Dewey turned his body to glare at whoever was delaying his moment of freedom- but all his annoyance flew down the drain as soon as his eyes took on the figure that had just arrived.

“Holy ebony…” Dewey found himself saying under his breath.

In fact, the soft ebony hair, descending in a long cascade, was the most prominent thing about that young woman. Which just made her more attractive when combined to her delicate face and that simple yet elegant spring dress she was wearing. A dress that, while not revealing by any means, still flattered her form very much, if he could say so.

Now the question was: what was a high-class, sane-looking babe like her doing in this carcass of a town?

“She gotta be from my attorney’s office,” It was the conclusion Dewey got to. Of course, somehow his agent had got a hold he was here, having “problems with the law”, and since his attorney really was away, they sent someone else. That made perfect sense. Just as the woman approached the front of the room, he activated his charm and called, “Hey, thanks for coming but we’re all set. He’s letting me go.”

“He’s letting you go?” She arched an eyebrow at the racer. It passed unnoticed by him how she stopped herself from sitting beside the other citizens when doing so.

“Yeah, you got lucky, your job’s pretty easy today,” Dewey laid back on the chair, his eyes taking their sweet time to admire her up and down. “All you need to do now is stand right there and let me look at ya.”

The woman’s expression was slowly morphing from confusion to a mix of incredulity and annoyance, but the young racer didn’t seem to notice because he kept talking.

“Listen, I’m gonna cut to the chase: you. Me. Dinner.” And now to the killer move - Dewey flashed her a half smile, with a click of the tongue and a wink, wrapped altogether by the finger guns.

She still said nothing, her face deadpanned. What was there to say, really, to such an arrogant asshole?

However, that was not how Dewey understood her silence, “Out of speech? I get it, I get that reaction a lot. But don’t worry, there’s no reason to be intimidated…” He gave her a side look. “Unless you want to be~”

“Oooo-kay,” The woman finally spoke - even if just to make him stop – with a forced smile. “I’m gonna go talk to the judge now.”

“Do what you gotta do, princess,” he sent another wink her way. Before letting her go, though, Dewey bended forward a bit, his voice losing smoothness as he warned only her, “Oh, but be careful. Folks around here don’t have their pins screwed all the way, if you know what I mean.”

As if to prove his point, he pointed with his head to Launchpad, who was right now trying to mimic Dewey’s finger guns move to his own reflection on the window.

The woman’s smile grew forced. So not only was the guy who wrecked their town an arrogant asshole, he also felt no remorse insulting the people who lived there? Oh, he had something else coming.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said back to the racer. Turning then to the redhaired man, her smile became more real. “Hey there, LP.”

‘Wait, what?’ Dewey blinked away in surprise. He didn’t know what shocked him more, the fact that his supposed attorney knew that guy, or the way Launchpad casually answered her back, with a cheerful, “G’morning, Emily!”

And as if that wasn’t confounding enough, the woman – Emily – quickly turned to the rest of the people in the room, “Hi folks.”

Just like launchpad, everyone returned the greeting amicably and casually, some also saying her name. As if she was a close friend who they saw every day.

Laying closer to Launchpad, Dewey questioned, “You know her?”

“Of course. She’s the town hotel’s manager… and my fiancée.”

“WHAT?!” Okay, lots of weird things were happening since last night, but that-?

Luckily, the universe hadn’t gone crazy, and Launchpad started crackling at his face, “Gotcha! Nah, she’s like a little sister to me. But I gave ya a pretty good scare, huh?”

While Dewey shot his “lawyer” an ugly stare, Emily reached the podium, looking up to the old, grumpy duck that was their town’s judge slash doctor. And he looked especially grumpy right now; shoot, she should’ve brought some baking goods with her. Well, her sweet smile would have to do.

“Good morning, Doc. How are you doing today?”

“Civils stay behind the fence unless they’re going to testify, Emily,” was Scrooge’s pragmatic answer, probably already sensing she wanted to ask for something. She really should’ve brought some sweets.

“I know that, I’m just passing by to say hi.” She feigned innocence.

The old man arched her a brow, “Very well, then: hi. Now go behind the fence with the others,” and before Emily could retort, “Actually, you may as well go home, since we’re done here.”

“Oh, come on, Doc,” Emily dropped her smile, a more serious and upset expression now, which caused Scrooge to haut before he stood up from his chair. “Are you really going to let him get away with it that easy? At least make him fix what he broke.”

“No way, I know his type. Car racer,” Scrooge pronounced the words like they were an insult. “Believe me, the sooner he gets out of here, the better.”

“But the town needs the road. And since he’s the reason it needs fixing, why not?”

“Emily, this case’s closed.” If he had his cane in hand, he’d knock it on the ground to make his point. “End of story.”

But by the way the girl simply looked at him, not seeming defeated at all, Scrooge feared it wouldn’t be the end of the story.

“Okay,” Emily started. “I didn’t want to do this, Doc., but you leave me no choice. Fellow citizens and friends!” Spinning on her wheels, she addresses the rest of the room loud and clearly, “You are all aware of our town’s proud history.”

“There she goes again,” Scrooge sighs to himself.

“Radiator Springs: a little piece of heaven built up with hard work and hospitality, by all of you, by our community,” Emily continued her speech passionately as she approached the audience. “It is our job and our pleasure to take care of the travelers who pass by our home while crossing the glorious Route 66.”

“Travelers? What travelers?!” raged Donald.

“Ignore him,” Fethry cut his cousin short, allowing the dark-haired girl to continue.

“But how, I ask, are we to care for those travelers if there is no road for them to drive on? Panchito, José,” Emily addresses the two men and partners sitting on the front roll. “What do you sell in your store?”

“Fashionable haircuts!” exclaimed Panchito, showing off a scissor from his pocket.

“You sure do,” Emily smiled at the answer, even if it wasn’t the one she was looking for. “But what’s your main business, what do you have the most at your store?”

“Tires,” this time it was José who answered with pride.

“And if no one can get to you guys?”

“We won’t sell any… tire…” the parrot’s smug smile fell at that realization, and it didn’t really help when Panchito hugged him in desperation, adding, “We’re gonna lose everything!”

“Mary!” Emily now turned to a woman in her early 60s, whose gray hair had only traits of the light blonde it one day possessed. “What do you sell at your store?”

“I sell breakfast, lunch, dinner, and gas. But especially gas.”

From another part of the room, Launchpad burst into laughs alongside Mary’s own husband, and the two women give them an annoyed look. All of that because the word “gas” had been said? Seriously?

“Okay boys, stay with me, please,” Emily asks them, before talking to Mary again. “And what happens if no one can come to your station for any of those things?”

“I’ll go out of business and… we’ll have to leave town,” the older woman admitted with sadness, looking at her husband in distress. The man was definitely not laughing anymore.

“And what will happen to all of us if Mary has to leave town and closes her business?”

That seemed the right thing to ask, because immediately hurried exclamations started being shared among the town folks.

“We’re all gonna starve!” screamed Launchpad.

“I mean,” Donald started. “Others here know how to cook, but we'd be stuck here forever without being able to fill our cars’ tanks.”

“And no more Mary's pancakes!” The redhead was pulling his own hair at the idea.

“So,” Emily’s voice was strong enough to gather everyone’s attention back on her. “Don’t you think the person responsible should fix our road?”

“The only person strong enough to fix that road is Big Al!” commented the oldest person in that place, a senior woman who couldn’t be less than 80.

“Elvira, Big Al died fifteen years ago,” Mary’s husband, Jamie, explained to her, causing Elvira to look at him like he was the one going senile. “Then why are you bringin’ him up?”

“Oh, he can do it.” For the first time since her speech started, Emily’s eyes fell on Dewey. There was no warmth in those green eyes for him, just a fire to defend her home and her friends. “You all saw his car. That thing has horsepower more than enough to get the job done.”

Dewey instantly felt his blood freezing. What had his car, his precious baby, to do with anything?!

“So, what do we want him to do?!”

“FIX OUR ROAD!” All the citizens echoed together.

“Yes! Because we are a town worth fixing!”

While the others cheered in excited agreement, Emily turned back to Scrooge at his podium, a victorious smile in her face as she simply shrugged. Scrooge released a heavy sight before screaming for order in the courtroom. Once everyone was quiet again, he paused his eyes on Dewey once more before passing them across each one of his friends.

“It seems…” the old man started, hating himself in his resignation. “That my mind has been changed for me.”

The town folks cheered once again.

“No!” Meanwhile, Dewey was groaning. If looks could kill, the glare he shot at Emily would’ve blown the woman up, especially when she looked back with that coy smile. “I am so not taking you to dinner anymore.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Goggles,” the nickname made his cheeks grow red, Dewey didn’t know if with anger or humiliation for her making fun of his racing goggles. “You can take Bessie instead.”

“Oh boy, you’re gonna work with Bessie!” Launchpad suddenly exclaimed, nudging the racer with his elbow. “I’d give away half a leg to be in your place.”

And against his best judgement, because Dewey knew he wasn’t going to like the answer, he asked anyways, “Who is Bessie?”

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whoovesnassistant · 3 years

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A Hello, A Thank You, And A Brain Dump.

Dear PwPP team,

I am a recent fan, and I am quite an odd one. I am a lover of everything Doctor Who, so much so I have memorized everything about the Doctor and his interactions during the 2005 revival. Yet since I have watched basically all the doctor who media I had access to (Excluding the most recent season because it does not interest me in the slightest, no offence to 13’s actor) I was without any Doctor Who content that actually interested me.

Well until I made a discovery. You see, when I was moving to a new house, I found a figure I did not remember owning. It looked like a My Little Pony version of Doctor number 10. It fascinated me because It was officially licensed! So, I went down a rabbit hole, and found a whole new Doctor Who community, lost to YouTube, or even, Internet time entirely.

That’s a little bit of a dramatization, but the point still stands that I discovered something that a lot of people forgot. The thing is, I know nothing about the My Little Pony area of fandoms, but I found this new world of Doctor Who so fascinating. Not only that, but it was a whole community!

It was intoxicating! Doctors that I’d never dream of! And actually seeing the doctor see something he truly did not know! But most of all… people who understood what made Doctor Who, Doctor Who.

I’m not a My Little Pony fan, not in the slightest, but as a Doctor who fan, your series is beyond stellar! I know when people understand Doctor Who or not, and you all did know on a level I don’t even thing some real Doctor Who show writers do! Also, your adaptation of the doctor feels so real, it is just stellar!

So, now I have to thank you, all of you. You gave me hope about the future of Doctor who will be bright and full of life! You let me see a new world of story telling. I never saw audio plays used like a legitimate series to such effectiveness and its truly brilliant and has inspired me to try to work on something similar, in due time.

Yet, lastly, thank you so much for the pure, utter joy your work emanates. Yet again, I’m only a Doctor Who fan, but this series has genuinely gave me more enjoyment that some Doctor Who episodes. It is just, raw, stupid, enjoyable, and oh so timey-wimy fun! Even with some real Doctor Who-esc dark/sad moments that makes it feel like I’m listening to a real BBC and Hasbro collaboration!

In fact, the work of your team gave me a Idea for a episode I just couldn’t keep in my head. I know you most likely have plans for all the future audio plays, but I am a story teller through and through, so consider the last part of this letter like a pitch. Yet again, I’m not trying to be entitled and be like “Here’s my idea, Now make it!”, no I literally have no other living soul to share this idea with and its killing me.

Now if I had to title it, it would be a two part play called “Turn Timer” and “Pestering Past”. “Turn Timer” would start with the Tardis crew just bumbling around in time and space. Maybe heading from or to an adventure. Yet when the Tardis enters modern times, it gets thrown off course due to a temporal blackhole (Or something?) making the Tardis materialize in front of a mansion that should not exist, that stands right dead center in the Evergreen Forest (if I got it wrong don’t kill me). The master of the house would be a unicorn named Turn Timer, and would be letting any travelers stay.

Yet when the Doctor reluctantly stays in a room, they discover that some of the travelers have been seeing a hairless ape-like creature attacking residence, even Turn Timer who would have been attacked, saying that they just popped up a few months ago and he’s been trying to cover it up for business.

Soon, after the Doctor and Tick Tock (Sorry but I have to say this here, that name did NOT age well) go off without Derpy who does not quite trust Turn Timer because…. well I made the name reverse Time Turner for a reason. Yet both the Doctor and Tick Tock does not notice the clearly weird name, so that means duel plot! Yay!

Eventually the smart duo would figure out that these creatures are just human like Autons. Yet, since humans, or even humanoids, don’t exist in this universe, this is extremely odd (at least I think, I still know jack about My Little Pony). Also Imagine this would lead into some funny jokes about how the Doctor needs to explain what the hell a human is, and I just imagine Tick Tock confused Autons being exactly like humans and not just modeled by them.

Meanwhile, Derpy would be grilling Turn Timer (Also again, only a Doctor Who fan but I can just imagine the Donna theme here and it makes me smile) and I Imagine that 70% of this second plot would be jokes. Until before the Auton realization, where Turn Timer makes the mistake of saying Doctor instead of Time Turner (Which I assume he would sign in as) and would be forced to knock out Derpy. Now, after they figure out the Autons are Autons, and the jokes are done, I’m guessing that Turn Timer would project some sort of communication hologram or magic thingy to the Doctor so they can have an exchange that goes along like this.

TuTi “Hello Doctor! Sorry but i did not expect for your assistant to be able to see past my perception field.”

Doc “ What did you do to Derpy Turn Timer?”

TiTo “and what perception field?”

TuTi “ Oh don’t be daft, Doctor! I swear ever since you regenerated you have become so thick! you can’t even see what is so clearly obvious! You only know one person who would know the correct configuration for a humanoid Auton, and be smart enough to do it! ”

Doc, in his serious voice, “ Who are you?”

TuTi, Outraged “Don’t act like you don’t know! We are best friends! The bestest of friends that have ever existed. Long before you started taking your pets onto your Tardis. You know deep down, and you are running away from it! Like you ran away from your universe! Our Universe! I am tired of seeing your adventures in this world like you did not live in another.”

TiTo “Who are you then?”

Doc, still serious “Don’t humor him”

TuTi “ Oh Doctor….Can’t even ask your own questions anymore can you? How far you have fallen from what you once were. You once could snap your fingers and make army’s turn and run away. Now you can’t even keep your pets (Companions) on a tight enough leash anymore.”

Doc “ Wait, fingers? how did you-”

TuTi “Oh now you are getting it. Finally, we are getting back the Doctor that counts. My Doctor, The Oncoming Storm! The Great Exterminator! The Destroyer of Skaro! And lastly, The Timelord Victorious!”

Doc panicked and angered yelling (Probably) “Who are you?”

TuTi “ Finally…. Well… I am the master of the house.. the Master! Of the house.”

That is where “Turn Timer” would end and go into “Pestering Past”, which would pick up with the Master finishing his evil monolog and him and Derpy being in some sort of cave with the Masters Tardis being rigged as a paradox machine. Derpy would probably be in some sort of status field but still being able to interact with the Master.

I am sure they would discuss why the Master was so obsessed with getting the Doctor to recognize him. The fact that in the Doctor Who universe, The Master was so utterly empty without his “Best Friend” he could not stand to exist in a world without him, So he tracked the Doctor down, even through different universes just so he could have fun with his “Best Friend”.

Also probably telling Derpy more about the Doctor than he has. And most likely telling stories about when the Doctor was very angry, and why he is the last of the timelords. I thought this would be a very interesting thing to pop up later on, a Derpy is wondering if the Doctor is worth being around if they could do such a thing then turn around and say its horrid.

On the topside, I’m imagining the Doctor more scared and upset than seen in your audio plays. The fact that he came to a whole new universe, a place to make a new start and have less weight to carry, has been shattered by probably the only person that could have followed him. And to make it worse, it was someone who knows almost as much as the Doctor without his self control, and knowledge of his past life.

When the Doctor and the New Master meet face to face, I imagine it would be a battle of chaotic personalities on each side. Also, In my characterization of the Master, I think he would be sarcastically energetic to counteract the Doctors normal energetic craziness. Also, for the hell of it, let’s make the Master obsessed with pegasi instead of unicorns because narrative symbolism.

Lastly, we would learn that creatures that don’t belong in the world of My Little Pony (Cybermen and Terror are my best examples) where caused by the Masters Paradox machine. This gives a reason why they appeared and connects things in a neat little bow. Also gives a reason for Tick Tock to be mad too, due to the fact that the Master indirectly fueled the war he lost his family and time period for.

And that’s all I have. I don’t know how it would end except I think the Master would snatch Derpys Tardis key to use it to make something to keep tabs on the Tardis crew.

I’m sorry that half of this thank you and appreciation letter was more about my ideas than how I adore yours. Everyone on the PwPP crew to me is absolutely stellar! You all have made something truly amazing from a Doctor Who story telling standpoint. Lastly, please have fun making your audio plays or whatever you go on to do. It breaks my heart watching people create and have no fun in it.

With love and appreciation,

Raven.

We’re happy this show has brought you plenty of Doctor Who entertainment, even if you’re not an MLP fan. It’s always fun to learn about people who are generally a fan of one but not the other, who are still big fans of our series.

We aren’t really taking any ideas since we have a solid outline of what the rest of the episodes will be, and we can’t really reveal what characters might be appearing later. Your idea was a fun take on the Master though, perhaps consider writing a fanfic, as I’m sure people would enjoy it and we’ll be willing to post fanfics here.

#long post #submission

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luvutomoonandtosaturn · 3 years

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Child of Blood and Salt - Chapter 5

Anya quickly turned to board the Staroverova with the other crows, but stopped short when she saw that Inej was still on the docks. As her warm eyes met the cold ones of Anya she suddenly realized the Wraith had witnessed the whole scene. Anya’s breath hitched and panic set in, a type of panic that only occurs when one's past is revealed, however slightly, to an unknown outsider. An unspoken glace was shared between the two women, they had to get moving anyways until someone else came after them. Dimiti lay on the docs, breathing hard and hardly moving but alive nonetheless. The weight of the Lanzov Emerald was heavier than ever as Anya boarded the ship and gave a look to Kaz that it was time to take sale. The rest of the crows seemed to be busy in their duties of preparing the ship for sale, and Anya prayed to the saints she didn’t believe that none of them beside Inej had witnessed her battle on the docks. All her thoughts after the panicked ones, of course, were occupied by Nikolai’s name. How much she loved him, how much he meant to her and the Ravka, how much she needed to find him. She tightened her pirate hat on her head at these thoughts and set to work securing ropes and sales. Anya learned quickly that her true home was the sea. It wasn’t the farm where she and Kaz had spent the early years of their life, Gryphon Castle where she had been trained, raised, and turned into a ruthless assassin and soldier, not even at the Little Palace where no matter how many friends she made she still felt like an outsider. She was skeptical at first to join Sturmholds crew; she had no experience on ships or being part of a crew. She was adamant not to go, though Tamar convinced her to. She would forever be grateful to her friend for that because it was on the Volkany where she finally felt at home. She learned quickly aboard the ship and quickly rose in rank, becoming a valuable asset to the Stormhold’s crew. Of course, she figured out his secret two days into her first journey on board. While she had not met Nikolai yet, she had her rumors about him as well as Sturmhold and by eavesdropping on a conversation between himself and Toyla, told her that her suspicions had been correct. She almost let her lips form a smile as she remembered when Nikolai had found out she had known all about his supposed well guarded secret. It was late at night at the Little Palace and she, other grisha, as well as Nikolai who had supposedly returned home from Ketterdam, had just finished dinner. Nikolai had offered to walk her to her rooms and they were walking in the dim lighting on the quarters at night. “My rooms are right around the connor.” Anya said look up at Nikolai with a curious look. Nikolai nodded his head. “I hope you sleep well, Lisichka.” And with those words Anya left Nikolai, eyes wide open, in the dark hallway. He was a fool, he realized then, that he thought the cold-eyed, observant, grisha, woun’dt figure his secret out. Their dynamic aboard the Volkany wouldn't be described by Nikolai as necessarily friendly. She constantly fought him on certain moves. She had found his cocky and flirtatious attitude to be an annoyance, which is where she came up with the nickname Lisichka, or little fox. His lips formed a smile as he stood still in shock looking at Anya’s closed door. “Well played Rietveld!” He shouted through the door and finally turned, shaking his head and laughing under his breath. Standing at the opposite side of her door, listening to Nikolai’s footsteps become more distant, Anastasia could never have predicted the things that would happen in her future.

She thought back at the girl she was then, a year ago at the Little Place. Would that girl believe that in just a year she would be wearing what she is now, on a stolen ship sailing to free Nikolai from his power hungry brother? Anya finally pushed her nostalgic thoughts away as she stared out at the disappearing harbor. The winds were strong tonight, she thought, but if it ever slowed down she knew she may have to give it a little push even though she didn’t want to reveal too much about her unnatural power that she had gotten as a result of the experimentation she had endured at Gryphon. She also took this time to survey her ship, she had taken many item’s front of the captain's quarters like a sextant, map, ect. This ship was considerably smaller than her beloved Volkany, but it would just be fine for her purposes. Now all she and the crows could do was wait. They wouldn't be reaching Novia Zem in a few days time and Anya was already starting to get anxious. Usually being at sea would have a calming effect on her, but with Nikolai in harm's way she could hardly relax and enjoy the cold ocean breeze on her face. “There are rooms on the starboard side of the ship,” She explained, turning to Kaz and the others. “And dried food and water below deck. We’ll come up with a plan of attack tomorrow.” “Someone will have to keep watch though.” Inej reasoned. “I can take first watch.” Kaz said with a worried look at the bags under his sisters eyes, when was that last time she slept? He’d thought to himself. “Works for us.” Wylan said, stifling a yawn. “If there's any supplies for explosives, I can whip something up in the morning.” Anya nodded her head at this as Jesper and Wylan took their leave hand in hand. “I can take second watch then,” Inej said “Oh, no that's not necessary,” Anya said “You look exhausted,” Inej said, looking at Anya and remembering the scene she had witnessed at the docks. It was one of the reasons Anya hated using her enhanced powers, along with the memories it brought back up, it echaused her completely. “Get some rest Anya,” she said, laying a loving hand on her shoulder, “You got to be well rested don’t you?” Inej smiled at her, then she walked to her quarters as well. For a while after the three of them left Kaz and Anya stared out at the ocean for a few seconds listening to the small waves crashing up against the boat and they exited the harbor and into the True Sea. “She's right , you know.” Kaz said, cane in front of him. “I know.” Anya replied. So many unspoken things lingering in the silence, so many things she wanted to say. Did he want to say the same things? Had he heard what had transpired on the docks. Had he seen the hump of dead and bloodied bodies, her eyes glowing. And above all these thoughts there was Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai. She had to get to Nikoali, and she was so exhausted, and had a pounding headache. The Lantsov Emerald had never felt so hot and heavy agait her chest as she finally lay her down to sleep.

Anya could feel her hair plastered to her skin as she sat stark naked on an abandoned little row boat in the middle of the ocean. It was dark as she frantically looked around at her surroundings but there was no land in sight. She searched for oars, driftwood, anything to get the broken row boat moving. She closed her eyes and frantically searched for a sign of a heartbeat until she caught a slight one close to her. Squinting her eyes she saw the cause of the heart beat drifting in the icy ocean. There was no mistaking those blue eyes, and striking blonde hair. Anya frantically pulled Nikolai on to the row boat, hopelessly holding on to the umstead beat of his head. “Anastasia,” He whispered from his blue lips. His skin was ice cold. “Anya,” he repeated again, raising a cold hand to her cheek. “Anastasia, you have to help me. Help save me. Don’t let me die.” He croaked, tears spilling from his ocean blue eyes that were now a dark, cold, gray. “Please” he pleaded with Anya. “plese zolotse please don’t let me die.” “You won’t!” Anya yelled out, placing two hands over his chest. “You won’t die because I won’t let you.” Tears were now spilling down her face but she felt his heartbeat die down, like it was falling down a rabbit hole, like she was falling, and she couldn't get back to the surface. Lost forever. And just as he was about to be lost from her forever. His featured subtlety and disterbantly changed to ones of an old, sickly, balding man with bad teeth and a big moustache. “No,” She whispered. She was the one who was pleading now. “No, please, leave me alone,” She sobbed out. “You can never hide from me malen’kiy.” Markin Yaroslavovich whispered back. “You can never escape me because I created you, I made you who you are, Anastaisa.” “No!” Anya screamed out covering her head now rocking back and forth , but Yaroslavovich’s words were just as clear and crisp as he was physically inside her head. “You were nothing! Abandoned, a child, alone, helpless, burdened with a great power. I made you who you are, and you can never escape that truth. And who are you now, girl. A runaway, a mistress, a murderer?” “No, no, no” Anya repeated now, noticing how water was flooding into the little boat soaking her feet and legs. “A killer, an unnatural being in the world, and helpless all the same. And now you’ll die like the killer you are, alone, cold, afraid, and with blood on your hands.” That's when Anya finally looked up to find herself just that dreadfully alone, hopelessly afraid, and in an ocean of red blood. There was nothing left to do, but scream.

Anya awoke in a cold sweat and sat straight up with a gasp, hitting her head on the beam of the low ceiling in the captain’s quarters. “Shit.” She whispered to herself. Her heart was beating at a rapid pace and her clothes were soaked in sweat to her skin. She frantically discarded the covers off the bed and rested her head on the headboard, trying to steady herself. Her nightmare had seemed so real, so horrifying and she still remembered every detail. In her half-awake and frantic state she quickly looked at her hands and body making sure they weren't covered in blood, but then in a sense she thought to look at the palms of her hands, weren’t they? She pulled her knees to her chest and let her head rest there for a while. The movement seemed so innocent and so childlike and a single tear dripped from her eye as she hugged her knees closer to her body. Where was Nikolai now, in a cell in the same position as herself? Was he in pain, being tortured for information, or was he already dead? She shuddered at the thought of the bastard king laying dead in a cold dark cell. Against her better judgment she took the Lantov Emerald out from under her shirt. She gave a small laugh, it was the first time she had truly looked at the gigantic thing. It was beautiful tho, she couldn't deny that. After a few seconds she quickly stuff the chain back into her shirt, before she did something foolish like try the damn thing on. Finally coming to the realization that she won't be getting any more sleep tonight, she put on her boots and coat and decided to go see if she could relieve her brother from watch duty. If she was up, she might as well be doing something useful. When Anya finally emerged from the captain's chambers, hands in her pockets, she wasn’t greeted by Kaz, but Inej. She stopped short when she saw the Suli girl, but she had already spotted her locking her gaze with her beautiful and kind eyes. “Couldn't sleep?” She asked gensering to a seat beside her look out into the black ocean, Anya had to blink to make sure it wasn’t crimson. She took her seat beside Inej, who was looking out into the sea, a braid of dark brown hair on her right shoulder. “I guess you could say that.” Anya replied. “I get them too, you know.” Inej said still with a steady gaze towards the ocean. Anya tilted her head in confusion. “The nightmares.” Inej clarified, “I get them too. I guess most of us do on this ship.” She gave a small laugh at this. Anya could feel tears building up in her eyes as she was determined to keep looking at the ocean. “If you couldn't mention to Kaz, the, uh, events at the dock, he just doesn’t need anything more on his plate right now.” “I know what it’s like to be taken from your homeland, stripped of your innocence and childhood. And I know you do too. Your secrets are safe with me, no matter how many you end up having.” The two girls finally made eye contact at this and Inej shocked her head slightly. “You two look so alike, it’s amazing. And a little creepy to be honest.” Anya laughed. “My mother always said that we might as well be twins, we looked so alike as children. I remember she gave us both the same outrageously horrible haircut, we were indistinguishable.” “I can’t imagine what it must have been like to meet him. After all those years. ” Inej said her curiosity got the better of her. “I didn’t want to know him.” Anya confessed, swirling her thumbs. “I didn’t want to know him and I didn't want a relationship with him, he swore he wanted the same thing. We were going to go our separate ways. I was in a bad situation with some pirates from the north, a miscommunication, I’ll call it,” Anya winked at Inej. “He came back for me; saved my life really. He was the first person who, just, I don’t know, really cared. Of course he cared in an over protective, angry, self centered way, but, he cared.” Anya finished turning to Inej looking into her eyes. “Kaz Brekker doesn't really care for people that often. He cares for you Inej, more than anything in the world by the looks of it.” “We're going to find him, Anya.” Inej said,

noticing her frantic hand twirling. “We're going to break him out and bring him home.” “He’s never gotten himself into a situation like this. Been kidnaped many times of course, but nothing like this.” Anya said feeling Inej’s worried eyes on her. “I told him not to go, I told him it would be out of the way, but it was such a small mission none of us expected-” Inej reached out and clasped her hand in Anya’s squeezing tight. Anya took a deep breath and lit the ocean air into her lungs. “I’ve already been told he was dead once,” She said, “I can’t hear those words a second time.” “Kaz doesn’t know about you and-” Anya shook her head quickly. “It’s a complicated situation, no one at the palace really does, he’s the king of Ravka, and-” “Secret is safe.” Inej said, giving a slight smile. “Kaz would go ballistic anyways.” Anya smiled as she thought about how her over protective brother would react to her being involved with the King of Ravka. “Saints,” Anya said with a sigh, “I don’t even want to imagine. You should go to sleep Inej, saints know I won’t.” Inej started to protest but Anya raised her eyebrows in defiance. If she wasn’t going to sleep she may as well be useful. Inej finally gave up and took leave from her position to go back to her quarters, but before she left she gave Anya another look of worry and said “I would talk to your brother Anya, broken families don’t often get the gift of being reunited. You and Kaz have been given a gift, I would use it.” Anya laughed again. “Yes Kaz did warn me about your Suli proverbs.” “Your brother is wary of them,” Inej said “ but Saints do not discriminate against those who will not let them in.” “Let's hope they don’t then.” Anya replied as Inej took her leave.

Inej’s advice to talk to Kaz stayed glued in Anya’s head for the rest of the uneasy days of the journey. Anya and Kaz had been adamant, to Jesper’s dismay, to begin the process of planning to break Nikolai out of whatever fortrus or ship Vasily had him stored in. Unfortunately, without the help of Anya’s contacts in Novia Zem, the group of thieves had very little to go on, which did not falter Kaz and Anya’s insistence on creating some sort of plan. On one such afternoon, Inej sat straight up in chair cleaning and sharpening her precious knives as Wylan sat beside her on the deck working on his sketchbook with cautious eyes towards the proximity of him and Inej’s knives. Jesper sat opposite of them tapping with his foot insistently and running an anxious hand on the back of his head. Kaz was sitting at a round table, the whole group gathered around, rolling out maps of the True Sea and Novia Zem. Anya was the only one standing, seeing as she was more anxious than Jesper to sit. For the last two days she was trying to display a calm demeanor especially in front of her brother, whose lingering eyes did no comfort to her nerves. She was staring out a porthole chewing the tip of a quill she was using to pinpoint possible Nikolai locations on Kaz’s maps. “Anya. Anya!” Kaz was attempting to get his sister's attention. “Sorry,” Anya said, coming out of her worrisome thoughts which included a dead Nikolai and a burning Rakva, “what were you saying.” She caught another one of Kaz’s curious looks toward her as he studied her. “We were saying,” he said now annoyed, “could Vasily of stashed Nikolai in the Southern Colonies?” “If it would be a good hiding spot, an unexpected choice.” Wylan added. “No,” Anya said, now turning and setting the quill down, “David was adamant about him being kept on a ship. And it makes the most sense.” “Yes but the True Sea is thousands of miles,” Jesper added from his spot “How in saints are we supposed to find a single ship when we don’t have a location.” “That's where my contact comes in.” Anya said . “She lives in Novia Zem and knows which ships come or go and where. She ought to know something, from there we can search from a more precise location. “And dare I ask who this secret contact you have is?” Kaz said, turning his head to Anya. “She’ll give us the information we need, is that enough?” Anya retorted. Jesper was now casting worrisome eyes between the two siblings who both looked out for blood. He would still never understand how Anya is able to look right into Kaz’s murderous eyes and not flitch. “Well I hope for his majesty's sake that's true.” Kaz said, sitting up from the table. “This is the best plan we’ve got until we get more information,” he said while looking over his plans. “We’ll reach Novia Zem in about twenty four hours, until then review that plan and rest up, this journey won’t be easy.”

#nikolai x mc #nikolai lanstov x reader #kaz dirtyhands brekker #inej gahfas #marry me zoya #tolya and tamar #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wylan van sunshine

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Too bad I’m attracted to you Part 2

A/n Hello I am back with this fat update. You know reading part 1 made me feel a bit bummy, I thougt it was poorly written. I hope this one isn’t as shitty. Anyways, enjoy today’s post has smut, fluff and a lot of angst hahaha

Part 1

Word count: 7336

2 years later.

Winter

“Large Iced Caramel coffee for Adeline!” The barista yells out in the busy coffee shop. I make my way through the busy crowd to pick up my order.

“Thank you.” I smile sweetly as I head straight out the door. Today was a busy day, I had just finished my 2nd lecture and I knew I had to make my way home now to study or else I’m going to fall back down in a rabbit hole of binge-watching my favourite show on Netflix.

I gather my phone and coffee in one hand as I rummage through my purse to find my keys to the apartment I lived in. I wouldn’t say I came from a rich family but my parents were hard workers who had very comfortable positions in their careers that they were able to get me an apartment near campus. The only con about this place? It was a constant reminder of the man who changed me.

He wasn’t able to help me move in here but he sure was with me when I first visited this empty place. He inspired me and helped me picture how this place would come alive. He left small details of himself everywhere in my life that it was hard to not notice them.

“Do you need a hand?” The soft brunette smiled at me as she watched me try to open the main door. I was guessing she was a visitor since she didn’t have a set of her own keys. I nod my head silently as she lets out a small laugh. She takes her hand out as I pass her my coffee and try to slip my phone in the backside of my jeans. I swiftly find my keys and open the door for us.

“Thank you!” I give her an embarrassed expression as she hands me back my coffee. “I’m sorry, I’ve opened the door many times this way I guess today was just not my luck.” She laughs and takes her purple beanie off and shoves it in her trench coat.

“It’s alright, my financé thinks he can multitask all the time too yet he’s only lucky once in a while.” I laugh at her comment out of politeness. Just as she mentioned her engagement, I noticed the simple diamond resting on her finger.

“So do you live here?” I ask to kill the awkward silence as we walk into the elevators.

“No, I’m actually just here to visit my friend.” I nod my head silently, waiting for the digits on the wall to reach 11.

“This is my floor, I got to go. It was nice meeting you though!” I wave at her as I walk out. She probably thought I was a teenager living with my parents considering how I was dressed. I had my own beanie on, with the maple leafs logo on the front. I had my dyed blonde hair in braids as I carried my thick tote with my laptop inside. I also forgot to mention how I was wearing my doc martens and my teddy coat. Yes, I definitely still dressed like a basic white girl.

Some days I feel lonely in the apartment when it’s late at night and I’m studying or if I want to watch a movie before bed. I try to talk to my friends as much as I can. My best friend from high school Mya was still my best friend but it’s hard to keep in contact with her when she’s at another university living her best life. I talk to Rachel and Sam but they’re both in and out of their houses and I only really get to catch up with them if we were in class or if we were studying together. It’s not like I’ve always been the type to be a social butterfly, I always preferred a tiny circle of company than a big one. Things did start to change however after I decided to cut the attachment I had with the man I once knew. I tried to numb the pain and isolation by going to parties. I tried hooking up with guys and I did but I know full well now that I regret it…. I regret everything.

Sometimes I wished I never asked the man for help, to be mentored. Maybe, I wouldn’t feel so fucked up as I am today.

After my relationship with him ended, I felt undesired as if I was unlovable. My parents didn’t notice a thing but my sister, Marla did. Coming home from his place that night made me scrub my skin in the shower until it was fiery red, until my body and my mind screamed at my heart to stop. I began to wonder about my last moments as a senior in high school.

Did I feel violated? No.

Did I feel regretful? Yes… no… I don’t know

Did I feel used? Yes. Definitely yes.

I know you can’t force one to love you the way you love them but that night when he told me he didn’t expect us to be together as I entered University, I knew I had to leave. Why? As a young naive teenager, I believed he was the one man in my life who would ever make me feel this way. Yet, all he did was fail me and show me that our relationship wasn’t worth jack shit. Funny thing was I had no clue that the girl I met in the foyer was going to link me back to him.

“Hi! Excuse me, I don’t know if you remember me?” The voice of a familiar girl calls out my attention as I enter the building. I stomp the snow off my boots to look at the girl. She was standing in front of the couches with the pretty abstract paintings on the wall. I walk over to her and smile as I take my left airpod out and put it back in its case.

“Yeah, I do what’s up?” She had an anxious look on her face. Should I keep talking to this girl or was it kind of suspicious how very approaching she was to others? She seems really nice though.

“I’m sorry to bother you but is there any way you can sit with me until my fiancé arrives to come and pick me up?” I give her a confused face. “Here sit down I’ll explain.” I take my tote off my shoulder and sit beside her.

The unnamed girl today was wearing a sleek leather jacket while I sat next to her in just my tights and my parka. “My name is Valerie by the way.”

“Adeline,” I reply back shortly.

“My fiancé has been calling me for hours and I thought I left my phone at my house so I never bothered to check my bag to see it in there. I stayed here at my friend’s place and my fiancé found out. Let’s just say he’s angry because he knows my friend here isn’t a good friend at most times to me.” As she continued to ramble on, I was so confused as to why this girl was in such a messy position. “Is there any way you can pretend to be my friend? I promise I have good intentions, I just don’t want my fiancé to know I was here with Kacey. That’s the friend I’m talking about.”

“Um, sure?” Her fiancé was mad about her hanging out with her friend? Seems like a bad fish that needs to be let back into the sea, in my opinion.

A familiar range rover pops in front of the glass doors at the same time I look up. I notice the unfamiliar guy barely parking his car as he tries to catch the door of the person who unlocked it to get in. He had a beanie on and the hood of his jacket was on, I couldn’t see what he looked like.

“Valerie.” The familiar voice called out, my ears perking up to the sound, knowing how I once was so in love with him. I used to remember the way he spoke and the way he sounded. I listened to it all year long.

He seemed angry as he marched his way in determination towards us. What the fuck did I get myself into? I keep my gaze on the floor as I watch Valerie in my peripheral view stand up to go hug him.

“I’m sorry honey, My friend Adeline and I went on a walk around the area, I left my phone in her apartment.” With that, I look up to see him as I catch him already looking at me.

It’s been two years and he looks so different. He seemed more broader now and he was growing a little scruff. He looked older yet he seemed to carry that aura that I once found security in. His arm was wrapped around Valerie as his other one just laid against the side of his body. I try to mask my face as I stand up to walk towards him. I give a fake smile and glance at Valerie… his fiancée

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Adeline.” He gulps and nods at me.

“I’m Harry.” He pauses and glances at Valerie. “How did you two meet?” I stand there, dumbfounded. Little did he know I was covering for his finacée.

“Adeline and I met down at the coffee shop a block from here!” Valerie interjects and moves her weight onto Harry. “Anyways, Adeline it was nice spending time with you and getting to know more about your brother in the military. I think Harry and I should get going though.” The humour in all of this was both Harry and I knew I didn’t have a brother. Just a sister.

Yeah Valerie, good luck digging yourself out of this one.

I nod my head silently and watch as they both walk out. He opened the door for her, the same like he used to do for me. I noticed how fidgety he became as if the anger he felt for Valerie was no longer important. I’m pretty sure he’ll deal with her lying another time. As he makes his way around the car, he glances once more time at me to see if I was still there. I was. He started the car and drove off in a flash leaving me alone with my heart beating so fast

In my apartment now rushing in without a care in the world, I toss my bag onto the floor and rummage through the drawer of my nightstand looking for my inhaler. Fuck, where was it! Freshman year of university was tough for me. I was going through a heartbreak, the anxiety of exams were weighing on me, and I couldn’t get myself to trust people after a long time. This time, I saw him again. What did I expect? I mean I live near him too. I’m just surprised that I never caught him in the local grocery store or something. Now? He’s engaged. My first love is engaged. He found someone to love and it wasn’t me!

As I continue to toss things out onto my bed, I find my inhaler in the depths of the drawer, I pull it out and without another second, I press the button letting the air blow into me. I sit on my bum and rests my back on the side of the bed, taking in deep breaths as I unzip my jacket. Why am I broken?

…

My buzzer wakes me up as I try to snuggle more into my white sheets. I wasn’t expecting anyone who could it be? Still dressed in my tights and a loose tee, I get up and press on the mic of the electronic pad.

“Hello?” I can’t help but yawn.

“It’s um Harry.” I pause for a moment to think. What is he doing here? We haven’t talked in 2 years but how does he remember which apartment I was in? Why is he here tonight?

“Yeah, What can I do for you?” my voice turned more cold.

“Can I come up and uh talk to you?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I rest my forehead on my wall.

“I have to talk to you.”

“You had 2 years to do that.” One part of me knew he wasn’t going to come up here but another part of me was begging to see him, that maybe I can get closure and move on with my life. He is engaged after all, it’s not like he’s here to seduce me.

“Adeline, please.” The softness in his voice made my mind go crazy. I remember the days when he used to use that tone with me all the time. How special I felt knowing none of my classmates knew that behind the teacher who gave us endless papers to write, there was a real softie, a real hopeless romantic.

“Alright, come up.” Without another moment, I cleaned up my tiny place as fast as I could. It was easy since I was pretty neat but tonight will be his first impression of me after 2 years. After fluffing my living room pillows, I sprint into my room to toss on a UFT sweater and brush my hair as I let it down from the messy bun it’s been in all day. The expected knocks scare me as I set my brush down and make my way to the front door. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was just about 9 pm.

“Hey.” I smile softly as I open the door wider to let him in. Don’t show him how fucked up you are. My brain screams at me as I get a whiff of his cologne. It’s been two years and you don’t care about what happened! I try to chant to myself as I observe him looking around my apartment.

“Wow, your place is just what I’d expect it to be.” He unzips his jacket and rests on the futon beside my door.

“Yeah, would you like some tea? You can just sit on the couches.”

“Alright, thank you.” I move quickly into the kitchen making his tea, trying to ignore the feelings I have after making eye contact with him once again.

As I walked back into the living room, I noticed he was sitting while holding a frame of me with Rachel and Sam during orientation day. I place the tea on the coffee table in front of him and sit beside him, making sure to keep my distance.

“So orientation camp huh?” He smiles still looking at the picture.

“Yeah.” I smile as I look at it too. That smile was real, it was one of the first moments in my life where I didn’t care about what happened at the end of high school graduation. He sets the picture and mumbles a thank you while taking the blue clay mug and taking a sip of it.

“Still remember how I like it.” He compliments and sets the mug back down. “Did someone make this for you?” I glanced at the detail he was looking closely at. It had a handwritten sentence on it. The days have always been dark in our favour but I would change that for you.

“Yeah, my friend Chase did.” It was a gift he made me after I decided to cool down our friends with benefits status. He was willing to give me more but I wasn’t ready. I’m still not.

“He seems like a poet.'' The man bites his inner cheek and clenches his jaw, not too noticeable but I caught on.

“He has a way with words.” Not like you though, my mind had thought as I went through a mini flashback of listening to his love letter for me the first time.

It was summer and just as the days grew longer so did my time with Harry. Lying to my parents I was going to sleep over at Mya’s but instead I was at my teacher’s house. He seemed to be too focused on a letter he was writing while I laid on his couch playing a stupid game on my phone. His soft voice called me to get my attention.

“Baby,” He looks up to see me sprawled in my short shorts and a tank top. “I wrote a letter and I was wondering if you can tell me if it sounds good.”

“Who’s it for?” I sit up and toss my phone onto the couch as I make my way to sit in his lap.

“For you.” He holds onto me lovingly as he starts to read the letter. I close my eyes and rest my head on top of his, trying to remember this night.

“I’m sure you do too.” The man interrupts my thought as he looks at me. “How’s the university life, you’re in the second year right?”

“Yeah, two more and I’m out of school.” I shrug my shoulders and play with the split ends of my hair. “Still teaching at Clement’s?”

“Yeah. I'm not teaching English anymore though, I’m teaching history.”

“Oh, that’s something new. At least you get to use your history minor.” He laughs and shakes his head. I just began to observe what he was wearing. He was wearing a grey long sleeve and blue jeans. Guess some things stay the same.

“Valerie lied to me today. I came here because I wanted to know the truth before confronting her.”

“Ha-” I pause, he looks uncomfortable as I continue on. “Never knew you were the type to be possessive. You shouldn’t be like that, especially to your finacée.”

“You don’t understand, whatever she told you, I have a reason to act this way.”

“Why then?”

“First tell me why she was here.” Harry pleads. We both sit up more as I let him know.

“We met in the coffee shop and we became Fri-”

“Adeline, please tell me. Have you seen her in this building multiple times?” He asks as I can feel his frustration seeping through.

“Yes, why?”

“Fuck!” He mutters as he stands up abruptly. “Fuck!”

“Ha-... What’s wrong?!” He looks at me immediately as he sits back down beside me.

“You can’t say my name.” He calls me out. “Adeline, say my name!” I give him nothing but a blank look. He rubs his face in desperation.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m just petty. I don’t feel-”

“Why do women always lie to me!” Harry interrupts me. “Did I fuck you up so bad, you can’t even say my name?” He looks at me with tears in his eyes. “Please tell me.” I nod silently as he closes his eyes. “Feels like karma you know? After letting you go, I thought I would never be happy again until I met Valerie last year at a club.” He glances at me as I sit there quietly, letting him continue. “Want to know a funny thing? I caught her in this apartment two months ago sleeping with her ex-boyfriend. She had her locations on and when she called me, I was so confused so I searched for his name on the list downstairs. Stood outside for hours until she came out of his apartment with hickeys all over her.”

“I still don’t know why I asked her to marry me last month. She begged me to stay with her and I just thought that maybe we deserved each other because we both like to sabotage our own relationships.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper to him as I move forward to rub my palm on his back.

“She’s still cheating on me.”

“I know.” And without another moment, he turns towards me and hugs me into his arms. All the anger in me dissolving because of his story, because of this moment. “I’m sorry.”

Spring

The club was very busy tonight and after waiting in line to get in, all I wanted to do was go back out and probably sleep in my bed.

“So you couldn’t hang out with us yesterday because you and Harry had dinner?” Rachel asked me earlier while we were in line going in. All Rachel and Sam knew were that Harry was my ex-boyfriend and we dated for 6 months.

“Yeah.” They didn’t know that Harry and I have been spending a lot of time together after he ended his relationship with Valerie. Valerie didn’t know anything about us, which was nice. I didn’t want her to get angry at me but I also knew she deserved it. My newly formed friendship with Harry, however, as beneficial as it was strictly platonic. It’s been two months and I feel like my mental health has improved. Maybe if Harry decides to leave my life again, I’ll be okay. I also learned how to say his name again without feeling my heart hurt. The times now have been good, I’ve been good

“Still can’t understand how you felt so in love with him, only after dating for 6 months,” Sam called out as we entered the club. She didn’t know what Mya knew. I ended up telling her at the end of summer when the break up happened. Mya told me I was 100 percent reasonable because I was involved in a serious relationship for the first time in my life.

“Hey, that guy has been eyeing you for a while,” Rachel smirks at me as she points discreetly at the cute blonde guy glancing at me while talking to his friends. I make eye contact with him and smile. As the night was still young, he made his way over to me. After a few more drinks, I knew my mission was to bring him over to mine

...

As I wake up in my sheets alone, my head pounds making me groan. Sitting up, I noticed I was in the unnamed boy’s polo. After brushing my teeth and using the toilet in my ensuite, I headed out to realize the ruckus was coming from my living room.

“Good morning beautiful.” The blond boy smiles as he sits at the dining table eating breakfast take out. “Your friend is here by the way.” He nods his head to the kitchen. As I walk into the room, the tiles sting the bottom of my feet. There, I see a pissed Harry making tea.

“Hey.” I tuck my hair behind my ear as I’m surprised he’s here. He looks at me and passes the mug into my hand without another word. “Thanks. How did you get here?”He looks behind him to see the boy eating while watching something on his phone. The unnamed boy seemed to be around my age.

“Thought I would get us some breakfast since I hadn’t heard from you yesterday but Jamie here buzzed me in without a word. Came here then he took your breakfast so he could eat. You can have min-”

“Thanks.” I smile and take a sip of the tea. “I think he should go though I didn’t even know his name until you mentioned it.” Together, we walk out and I notice Jamie finishing his container or mine.

“Thanks, Henry! Breakfast was delicious.” Harry widens his eyes then nods quietly.

“Jamie, is it alright you leave now? Harry and I have somewhere to be.” I ask nicely as he stands up and cleans up after himself.

“Yeah angel, just let me get my shirt back then I’ll be out doing my walk of shame.” He smirks as he watches me. I glance at Harry who seems to be angry again.

After Jamie leaves and Harry and I sit together on my couch using two forks sharing his bacon and eggs, he speaks up. “So that’s what you were doing yesterday huh?”

“Yeah.” My cheeks flush as I purposely only eat the yolk of the eggs, knowing Harry hates that part.

“I know it’s not my business but do you have one night stands a lot?”

“Um. last year I only had three then Chase and I had benefits until this year, after that Jace… I mean Jamie has been the last one.”

“Oh.” He says silently. “That’s cool.”

“Don’t you have one night stands a lot?” I tease as I take a sip of his coffee since my mug is empty.

“You know I'm not really keen on those. Before you, I wasn’t really into it. After you, I fell into some deep hole so yeah I did. Valerie’s my last.” I nod and glance at the quiet TV. “You know the year when you left, I was a really mean teacher. Mrs. Raisell had to speak to me and ask me to pass all my students because ⅔ were failing.”

“Maybe they deserved to fail?” I shrug my shoulders and laugh.

“No, I was purposely marking hard.”

“Are you still hurt about Valerie?”

“If I’m being honest with you, I was waiting for something to break us up. I couldn’t imagine marrying her.”

“Why not?”

“Always pictured it would be you.”

Summer

Today was going to be my first day entering Harry’s house again. I was nervous but the thing that kept my spirits up was that I was going in with Harry and the broken part of me was fixed once again. To me, it didn’t matter that Harry broke me because he fixed it, at least I have his presence here again and I don’t feel lonely anymore.

“We’re here.” Harry smiles as he steps out to open my door. I glanced at his house that seemed to bring comfort to my heart as I saw Harry nod his head for me to follow him. After locking his car, we enter his house. It smelled the same and looked just a bit different. I noticed how there were fixed holes in the wall, some of his books were missing from the shelf, and he had new windows and a new TV.

“Did Valerie change some things around here while you guys were together?” I ask as I take off my shoes and sit with him in the living room. I used to remember staying in here and cuddling him. Sometimes, I would ask him to edit my essays. He would tell me all these tips but I would drown him out, pretending to listen yet my attention was on the TV show he was watching.

“Actually, No. Valerie and I were only together for 4 months plus we were never really here. We spent most of our time at hers.” He sits down and turns the TV on.

“What’s up with the holes and missing books in here.” He looks at the holes I was staring at. He lowers the volume and speaks to me.

“Mind if I get something upstairs.” And with that he sprinted upstairs, leaving me on the couch.

As he made his way back, he handed me a mini leather journal. It was a bit torn up but it seemed to be in good condition.

“Um,” he pauses as he sits down. He turns towards me and keeps his eye contact on the closed journal. “You can read that when you get home but I can tell you what happened here.” I nod my head and take the journal and hug it into my arms. “When you left, I uh... felt like that was a bad moment for me. I just- you know why we broke up. I just didn't expect you to love me.” he looks at me while I stare at him breathe a bit heavier. This was the closure I was asking for.

“Addy, I was so excited that night and when you told me you loved me, the insecurity I had for the past 9 months just buried me. I don’t know how to explain it. I just- I was scared you would take that back later when you realized how much potential you have and how you can have a better relationship with a boy that was going through the same stuff you were. I’m sorry.” He looks at me and bends down to wipe a tear down my face.

“I always thought about your parents’ reaction if they found out about us, I thought about your friends, I thought about my parents. It was so messy in my brain. Then when you left, I realized that I loved you too but you were gone in an instant. I got so angry at myself for letting fear take over me. So um I decided to punch the walls and throw my TV through a window. Decided to take each romance book out of my shelves and pour alcohol on them.” He laughs to himself. “I even remember crying so hard, trying to tear out the pages of my favourite book, you know a copy I gave you for Christmas. Anyways, I was really mad at myself that I didn’t try to get you back. I mean I took your senior year away from you. You should experience Uni and I guess that’s what made me decide to let you go.” I cry harder and look at the almost bookless shelves

“You fucking ruined me, Harry. I tried to have fun but all I was fucking looking for was something to numb the pain you left me!”

“I know baby and I’m sorry okay! I’m sorry for not being strong enough! I’m sorry for fucking doing that! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry!” He yelled as we both cried on his couch.

“I fucking loved you and you threw that back in my face. I rubbed my skin so hard that night when I left this fucking place. Do you understand that? I had- my skin peeling for days after trying to get you out of my skin, trying- to … rinse your.. Scent off m-”

“Baby, are you okay?” Harry’s eyes alarmed as he watched me hyperventilate. “Fuck, Addy, you don’t have asthma!” I grasp onto his shoulders as he quickly lets go of me and runs to his kitchen, as he walks back he has his own inhaler in his hands. “Here, it’s alright, baby. I’m here now, it’s okay.” As I take in a breath, I fall into his arms and hug him.

“I love you, Adeline. I love you. Two years or not, I don’t give a fuck. I love you.”

…

The night was quiet as we cuddled together on his couch. We were both speechless about what happened earlier and now we have been watching infomercials for the past hour. Harry was petting my hair as I laid on his chest playing with the journal he gave me. “Want me to read that for you. It’s just little lines I wrote about you.” I nod my head and he takes the journal into his hands. He soon began to read each page out loud. I closed my eyes on his chest, trying to remember this night. The same way I did when I first listened to him read out his love letter.

I know you were way too bright for me

I’m hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky

All the lights couldn’t put out the dark

Runnin’ through my heart

Don’t you call him “baby”

We’re not talking lately

Don’t you call him what you used to call me

Forget what I said

It’s not what I meant

And I can’t take it back, I can’t unpack the baggage you left

Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody

Fall

“Ahh, Harry let me down!” I scream as I feel his arms engulf me as he lifts me off my feet. “If I don’t unpack my things then I’m going back to mine!” I tease as he laughs putting me back down but not without stuffing his mouth in between my neck so he can leave kisses there.

“You can’t, you sold it already. You’re living here with me forever!” He murmurs against my jaw as he turns me around and leans me against his counter. “You’re here with me now.” He smiles as I kiss him on the nose.

After rekindling our relationship, I decided to sell the apartment and live with him since I’ve spent more time at his place than mine. When I told my parents about Harry, they were happy and they agreed with me moving out. Little did they know that I was dating Harry back when I was still his student but I think that’s a story for another time.

“Oh no, what did I sign up for! I’m living here with you… forever!” I pretend to sigh but he pinches my hips and lifts me onto his dark blue counter.

“Promise baby it won’t be too bad. We’ll redecorate the place just how you want it. We can spend so much more time together and… we can have sex anywhere you want.”

“Hm, I like that.” I kiss him on the lips as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I know you do baby.” He laughs. He kisses me harder then pulls away. “Are you done unpacking your mugs or should I organize the bookshelves myself?” He smirks as he watches me pout. I tug on my pigtail and hop down the counter.

“I want to help you, of course!”

That night we spent hours reorganizing his book collection. I even added some of my own since I’m an English major too. The shelves that were once empty were now filled with many genres of books but I made sure that the majority of them were romance.

“Baby, are you almost finished?” I knock on Harry’s office as I see him marking his last stack of history papers.

“Mmm, I don’t think so.” He looks up at me and sighs as he glances back at the hill of papers that don’t seem to shrink.

“I was hoping you and I could spend some time tonight since I just finished my homework.” I walk inside the room and close the door. I make my way onto the couch that I’ve grown used to and sit down. Harry was wearing his glasses with his grey sweatpants and a plain white tee. I was wearing his polo and just my panties. Tonight though, no funny business. I’m here to keep him company yet let him focus on marking. “You know I took AP history, maybe I can help you with the marking like old times.” I lick my lips as he glances at me from the paper he was reading, he took a bit too long to respond since he was too focused.

“Yeah, alright, go grab a paper. The research question should revolve around world war 1 and Canada’s involvement.” With that, I took the paper from his stack and picked out a pen from his mug. I got him that for Teacher Appreciation Day when I was still his student.

A couple of hours after, I didn’t realize I fell asleep on his couch as I watched him finish the last few. All I remember is him carrying me to our bedroom.

“Oh, I’m sorry I fell asleep?” I yawn as I watch him beside me getting settled into bed. The fairy lights around our room set the vibe since I decided to hang them up because Christmas was just around the corner again. “You should’ve woke me up instead of carrying me to bed.” He looks at me and laughs, bending down to kiss my forehead.

“It’s okay baby, plus you could be awake and I’d still carry you to bed. Thank you for helping me mark tonight. It reminds me of the old times.” He hovers over me and intertwines both of our hands on either side of my face.

“It’s alright.” I smile as I watch his eyes look at me. “ You know I was thinking, if we don’t count the two-year break, we’ve been together for about 15 months.” He licks his lips and kisses me on the lips.

“Feels weird huh? Feel like I’ve known you forever.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” He kisses down my neck even though we both know we’re both very tired. “I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you so much more,” Harry whispers back as we finish the night with sloppy, slow sex.

Winter

“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Harry, Happy birthday to you.” I sing softly as I carry a stack of pancakes with a lit candle on top. Harry was just waking up, surprised at the view of me in just his shirt. I carefully crawl on the bed so he can blow the candle out. He reaches out and closes his eyes for a moment before blowing the flame out.

“Thank you.” Harry murmurs as he comes closer to kiss me. “I love you, Addy.”

“I love you too.” I kiss him back. “Here’s your fork, let me just get your coffee downstairs!” I was just about to get out of bed but he holds onto my hand.

“Stay, I can get some coffee later.”Since it was a Saturday, we were very lucky to stay in bed and watch TV all morning. Harry was feeding me a couple of bites while I would let my fingers massage his scalp for hours.

“You know I don’t know how I got so whipped for you, Ms. Chastain.” He murmurs against my jaw after he sets the plate down on his nightstand. “Saw you standing there, the first day in class and I knew I just had to get to know you.” I laugh and sink myself more into the sheets so he can hover over me.

“You know I didn’t know we would get back together. Thought I would never see you again.” He rubs himself on me as I let my fingers graze over his newly shaved chin.

“Are you happy to be with me?” He asks seriously as he kisses my jaw.

“Mhm.” I moan.

“You love me yeah?”

“I do.” He looks up and smiles at me. He kisses my forehead then lifts up my (his) shirt off my stomach. “Harry.”

“I love you, Addy. So fucking much I do.” The wetness of his tongue teases my stomach as he makes his way back to the top of my chest so he can suck on my nipples. “So fucking beautiful you are.”

“Harry.” I pant as I watch him take a nipple into his warm mouth. His other hand playing with my panties and teasing my core.

“Can’t believe I let other guys touch you. You should’ve been mine only. To touch, to love on, to moan for.” He inserts his fingers in me as I scratch his back. “Moan for me baby, scream my name.”

“Daddy, fuck, oh my god. Faster please!” he gropes my boobs and slaps my wet pussy.

“Too bad I’m attracted to you yeah? Don’t give a fuck what you do, who you sleep with. I just want to love you all day long.” He whispers in my ear as I touch his hard dick and try to jerk him off too.

“Love you, you’re so big, daddy!” Without another moment, I come undone as he moans too at the sight of me. He takes my hands off his dick and teases my entrance a bit before putting it in.

“Remember that time I gagged you with your panties and blindfolded you with my tie.” I nodded. “Fucked you so hard and bent you over my desk that day. So difficult after you left me to mark homework on that desk. I couldn’t stop hearing your moans in my mind baby. You fucked me up so hard.” And with that, he thrust into me so fast as he reached forward to choke my neck.

“Daddy!” I open my eyes to see him, biting his lip watching himself fuck me hard.

“Open your eyes love, want you to see me tear you apart.” He helps me sit up and rests my back on the headboard as I watch him fuck me over and over again. “Fuck, don’t look at me like that, I might just have to turn you over right now and spank you.” He takes his thumb and puts it into my mouth so I can suck on it.

“Then turn me over daddy, spank me while I feel you in my stomach.” He bends down to kiss my lips and just as I was about to kiss him back he turns me over on all fours. Slapping my ass twice before putting himself back in me.

“So wet, baby.” He pulls my hair out of my face as he thrusts faster. I clench my fingers around our pillows, trying to also hold onto the headboard. “You fucking like that when I fuck you hard? Such a slut for my cock baby. So wet, you’re fucking leaking for me.” He teases his finger around my other whole. “Look at this one, I might have to try and give this one attention next time what do you think?” As I moan, attempting to reply he cuts me off, “Maybe now is a good time.” He spits onto the hole, teasing his finger around it. “Are you okay with this Addy, do you like how it feels?”

“Mhm.” Harry pulls onto my hair a bit harsher.

“Answer me correctly, say it properly. Let daddy know.”

“Yes!” He slips his thumb into my now wet hole as he fucks me faster.

“Fuck, I wanna put a baby in you so bad baby.”

“Put one in then.” I moan and reach down to rub my clit.

“Get off birth control and I won’t doubt for a second to put one in.” He grits his teeth and flips us over so I’m riding him. “Be a good girl, show me how good you are.” He whispers and slaps my butt. I watch his face turn into pleasure as I roll my hips onto his, trying my best to fuck him well. My moans were seemingly uncontrollable as I feel him deep in my stomach.

“Come for me daddy please fill me up!” I whine and without another second, we come together. Harry reaches quickly for my neck, choking me as he thrusts his hips upwards. His seed fills me up as I un slide myself off him and reach down to taste us. He watches me with a smirk as I lay back down beside him. I feel him move his arm underneath me, as he searches for something. As I lay beside him looking at the ceiling, I watch his hand open a black velvet box in front of me.

“Harry,” I whisper, turning to look at him.

“I know it’s my birthday but the only wish I had in mind was if you said yes to the question I’m about to ask you.” He sits up a bit as I mimic his position.

“Adeline Chastain, I knew you ever since you were 18 and I’ve loved you ever since then. You would make me the happiest man in the world if you would marry me?” I watch him as we both cry so happily together.

“Yes, Harry, I will!” He takes the pear-shaped diamond engagement ring and slides it onto my finger. He kisses me softly as his fingers touch the necklace he bought me for graduation.

“I’m very much in love with you and I promise to take care of your heart, to protect you, and make you the happiest woman in my life.” and with that we kissed again, leading us to the never-ending hours of activities in the bed.

When I was 18, I was naive. I thought Harry would be the only man in my life who would ever make me feel this way.

And I was right.

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“I’m bored.” The Doctor states on day three of her recovery. Yaz and Graham have banished her to the bedroom as she continuously attempted to get dressed and play with the console board, rabbiting on about a market on the other side of the galaxy.

“Well you’ve done all the crosswords I had left, sudoku is and I quote ‘weird’, I don’t know what else to suggest Doc, you’re still not well.” Graham sighs, as the Doctor pouts once more, trying the puppy eyes.

“We could go on an adventure -“ She starts, before Graham’s shaking head stops her in her tracks.

“Stay put, I’ll go get us another cuppa.” Graham instructs, picking up their empty mugs before leaving.

In the kitchen, Yaz and Ryan are negotiating breakfast together as Graham walks in yawning.

“Is she still bored?” Yaz asks, exhausted herself from the Doctor’s near insistence since 5am that she’s ‘fine’.

“Yep and honestly I’m outta ideas kids.” Graham sighs, dumping in four tablespoons of sugar into the Doctor’s mug.

“I’ll look after her today, why don’t you two go chill out and rest yeah.” Ryan suggests munching his way through another slice of toast.

“Are you sure, I mean I love the Doc to bits but she’s a bit of a nightmare right now.” Graham grimaces, feeling a twinge of guilt.

Ryan nods picking up some more peanut butter toast and grabbing the Doctor’s mug off the table, doing his best to keep the tea inside the mug.

“Yeah no worries, leave her with me.” Ryan grins, speeding off to his bedroom to get some stuff together.

When he kicks her door ajar and wheels in the biggest tv the Doctor’s seen in awhile she smiles.

“I don’t really fancy a movie Ryan but thanks.” The Doctor says gently before Ryan throws a black Call of Duty hoodie at her.

“Good, cos I need help with my COD campaign, so put that hoodie on, eat your toast and I’ll get us set up.” Ryan instructs, setting her tea down on the bedside table as she smiles to herself. Getting the hoodie on is a bit of a struggle, it’s so big and she’s so small in comparison she’s almost lost in the arms and hood.

“I’ve never played video games before you know, I’m probably not going to be much help.” The Doctor says as she gasps for some air as she finds the neck hole and slides her head through it.

Ryan is busy feeding all the leads into their correct ports, turning the controllers on that she doesn’t notice the roll of his eyes.

“Come on Doctor, you’re gonna rock at it, just no pouting about the guns, it’s a video game so just keep it chill yeah.” Ryan grins, turning the tv on and the screen flickers to life with the game menu. She’s ramming the toast into her mouth like her life depends on it and chugging the tea like a teenager at a house party when he sits up in bed next to her.

“So what do I do?” The Doctor asks taking the controller from him as he selects the mission and the game loads.

“Well basically follow the dude with the green triangle above him cos that’s me, and if you see someone shooting at me shoot them back yeah.” Ryan explains, chugging some of his tea in camaraderie.

To say the first fifteen minutes are like Saving Private Ryan would be an understatement, the Doctor is both a pensioner and a toddler when it comes to playing video games, she’s swerving about in bed like she’s actually being shot at and yelling at Ryan at which controls are what.

“Ryan my god, that guy up there he’s got one of those massive -“ The Doctor rants as Ryan tries his best to hold in the shrieking laughter that bubbles up inside him.

“Shoot him then.” Ryan giggles back doing his best to keep the Doctor from getting swarmed in the game.

“Which button is it, oh hell I haven’t got any ammunition left, Ryan how do I take this guys gun, he’s dead he doesn’t need it. Wait who shot him?” The Doctor prattles on, clicking buttons at random trying to not run in circles on the spot.

This goes on for about half an hour before she starts to get the hang of it, and soon the language follows.

“On your 11’oclock Ryan, sniper.” The Doctor murmurs as she sneaks around the back of a wrecked car clobbering a guard with her weapon.

“The jammy git won’t give me a line of sight, throw a grenade at him will ya.” Ryan asks as he creeps around a different car getting out of the way.

“And here she comes, batting for team Sinclair, the one and only Doctorrrrr.” The Doctor sings like an American sports broadcaster before lobbing a grenade cheering as it explodes.

Ryan laughs and so does she as they complete the mission and wait for the game to load. She leans her head gently on his shoulder looking up as he flashes her a grin.

“Thanks Ryan, think I’ve been doing Yaz and Graham’s heads in today, I’m just not used to resting guess the boredom got the better of me.” The Doctor thanks, nudging his elbow with her own smiling. Ryan ruffles her hair, pulling out a sleeve of custard creams from his own hoodie handing them over.

“That’s okay, I used to get really frustrated when I was off school sick, just wanted to be out with my mates playing.” Ryan says, rubbing his neck, selecting another mission.

“Did your Nan buy you a video game to help?” The Doctor asks, always keen to learn more about her companions past. Ryan laughs and nods his eyes lighting up in the memory.

“Yeah I had a PlayStation 1, still got it at home actually, I had this game Spyro, was pretty cool.” Ryan says, letting the nostalgia of the memory wash over him.

They fall into a companionable silence as they play the game, pausing for quick toilet breaks and beverage refreshments, it’s 5 or 6pm earth time before they broken out of their reverie by Yaz knocking in the door, opening it a fraction smiling at them both.

“Hey gamers, want something to eat? Graham and I have done a roast.” Yaz sings sweetly as she takes in the Doctor in Ryan’s massive hoodie, totally transfixed on Yaz, grinning.

“My favourite yum! We’ll just finish this mission and be right through.” The Doctor promises, throwing a cheeky wink at the end watching as Yaz giggles her ears blushing a little.

“So, if the Tardis gives you the all clear tonight, where we going tomorrow?” Ryan asks as they rush through their last bit of their game.

“Oh well there’s this frozen tidal wave on an abandoned planet called Blish, the residents froze the planet right before several climate disasters so they could evacuate, they never came back so it’s a bit eerie but a frozen wave like that it’s beautiful to see.” The Doctor rambles as they complete the mission, shutting down the television and making their way towards the kitchen.

“Sounds cool.” Ryan comments as they enter the kitchen wafting with delicious smells and two happy cooks.

“Right let’s eat!” Graham claps, and they all take their places at the dining table, serving out their dinner talking about their day.

Hope you guys enjoyed this! If anyone has any prompts or requests, don’t hesitate to reply to this post I will credit if I use your idea!

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collisiondiscourse · 3 years

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Ok I finally have some semblance of energy back so I am here to YELL 👀👀👀👀👀

HOLY SHIT YOU DREW SPINSUO???? MY BABY BOYS???? I OPENED THAT NOTIF WHILE EATING BREAKFAST AND INSTANTLY CHOKED ON MY TOAST OMG PLEASE 😫💖

I just can’t believe you actually drew them I’m still internally crying 🥺 I love the idea of Spinner dropping in covered in little bruises like “heya, doc? Missed me?” and Natsuo being one tired, tired man like “Spinner, don’t you ever get tired of being back here?” “Not when I get to see your cute face~” “...Just sit down.”

Ngl it got me thinking about Natsuo getting on the back of Spinner’s motorcycle at night, unsure where to put his hands and growing flustered when the other man pulls them around his waist — “wouldn’t want ya to be the one that needs healing up, doc; better hold on properly” — with one sly grin and then the shutting of the helmet over Natsuo’s blushing face...

Ugh, it’s just too good. I just love them SO SO MUCH OKAY you don’t understand, Gay Life and I have a private rp that’s worth 44k or something WE THINK ABOUT SPINSUO DAILY 😖💕 so it means a lot you drew them, and so beautifully too. (I love Spinner as his lizard self, but your interpretation of his human equivalent is also 👀👉🏼👈🏼 very cute, I’m sure Natsuo will agree eventually).

SO YEAH THAT’S MY RAMBLING OVER I REALLY LOVED THEM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME ILY 🥰🥰🥰

OMFMSKDDK TOPSIE UR WELCOME IT WAS SUCH A PLEASURE TO DRAW UR BOYS AND YES !! EXACTLY OMG U *GET* THE DYNAMIC IM GOING FOR !!! i rlly enjoyed making this sketch and figuring out what human spinner would look like (spoiler; hes a handsome BASTARD) and drawing spinsuo as like. complete opposites and Generally Bad Ideas for each other is... my soul 😭😭😭

i couldnt help but want to draw this ship in particular when i first saw it pop up on my dash due to you so im glad that i have the opportunity to provide content for the lil spinsuo community and also hopefully drag people down this rabbit hole with me >:3c

#SKSMSSKM this ask is cute it made my evening :33 #I ALSO KINDA FEEL MOTIVATED TO DRAW MORE OF THIS AU?? IS THAT OK???#inb4 i turn into a spinsuo exclusive blog 😭😭😭#but thank u thank u thank u!!!! im super happy you liked it TwT #meteorite mutuals #bnha #spinsuo #codi calm down #asks

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iicytodoroki · 4 years

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𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑜𝑖 - 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑈! 𝐾𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑇𝑜��𝑖𝑜

𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙞 𝙏𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙤𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬! 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨

Prologue > Chapter One

It’s the mid-Victorian era (Edo period-Meiji era), where trains and electricity are being installed, hierarchy is still prominent, and young yn is on a picnic with her older sister and brother. The family’s parents were not able to attend due to business affairs abroad leaving them to enjoy spring’s blooming wildflowers and the lush green grass swayed by Zephyrus from the west and Eurus from the east.

Kazuko (和子 - first; the obedient) the oldest, your sister was busy chattering with your older brother Kotaro (太郎; shining son) about her marriage of three years. Kazuko’s husband is taking care of their two boys back at home. Young yn was nearby picking the freshly bloomed wildflowers to make a bouquet for her beloved siblings.

“Yn! You should come and join us for lunch!” Kotaro yelled in yn’s direction.

Yn turned around, “Wait, I’m almost done!”

Kazuko replied back, “Kotaro is going to eat your share of the tempura!”

Hearing this, yn quickly set her prematurely mad bouquets at where she was kneeling. Quickly rushing to their family’s short-legged table set-up. Just as she was finished wiping her hands from the damp cloth Kazuko thrusted into her face as she sat, Kotaro was about to take yn’s share of tempura. She tried to swipe it back from her brother, but he was faster and had a taller reach then yn. The eldest looked in amusement at her younger siblings arguing over a piece of fried food while she got the tea ready.

During their lunch, the siblings spoke about their stories they weren’t able to cover in their letters. Reminisce and laugh on memories from childhood. Like how Kazuko was swooning over her crush when she went to a seminar and Kotaro caught of whiff of it, so he thought it’d be fun to figure out who the fellow was and invite him to their home. Kazuko lit up in bright red and turned from a collected young lady to a stuttering mess when she saw her parents talking to her now husband about the academic conferences he had attended. Another was when Kotaro and Yn were playing on the very same area but twelve years prior, in a game of hide-n-seek but Kotaro thought it would be amusing to scare little yn in the forest. Resulting in tears and tripping to run in the arms of her parents.

Stuffed and starting to feel drowsy with the warmth of the sun radiating on to the siblings, Kazuko suggested it’s time they take a long leisure walk around the beautiful estate. Yn bolted up from her laying on her back to rush back to her bouquets. She really wanted to get them done before her beloved siblings left her again. Kazuko lives a half-a-day’s travel and Kotaro will be going abroad to meet with their parents since he’ll be training under them. Yn knew Kazuko liked to dry the flowers and use them as decor. Kotaro has been learning to work from the bottom-up in the family business, causing him to travel a lot nowadays, so he likes to press the flowers as he journals and write letters to yn back home.

I better give Nisan extra flowers since he’ll be abroad, yn thought.

“Yn, we’ll be walking the usual path if you need us,” said Kazuko, opening her lavender wasaga1

“Make sure to get me more fragrant flowers for my collection,” Kotaro piped as he walked alongside their Onesan.

Yn nodded and waved with her youthful smile as her siblings turned their backs to face the trail.

She kneeled down to tuck in her light blue yukata, which was embellished with her mon (family crest of hollyhocks), under her knees. Once yn was done with her sister’s flowers, she set it aside and put some more thought on her brother’s. She noticed his theme did not have as much variety and looked too similar to Kazuko’s. In search of different wildflowers to fit her brother’s taste, yn set down her work to walk along the edges of the forest a few meters on her left.

Yn hoped to find patches or bushes of different flowers in the forest. But instead you hear rustling ahead of you. Then yn spots a tuft of silver-gray hair running away.

It looks to be a man, yn thought.

Next she sees the white-haired man pull out his pocket-watch, dropping an apricot embroidered handkerchief in the process.

“I’m going to be late! Late, late, late!” he mumbled in frustration.

Before yn could call out to him that he dropped his belonging, he quickly dashed off through the bushes without a trace but the fallen leaves, almost like a rabbit.

“I know my way around here and surely that man wouldn’t be going to attend an affair so deep in the forest,” yn said to herself.

With that assumption, yn could give the handkerchief back and return to her original place, so she chased after the man. After all, it would not hurt her to return a lost item and it’d be rude not to.

In her attempts to keep up with the man, while calling out to him, yn did not notice the contrast in light and thickened foliage under her feet.

“Hey! Sir you dro-,” yn shouted but got her foot caught in an overgrown root. Propelling her to an oddly large,

dark

cold

rabbit’s hole.

Screaming, yn clutched the handkerchief and shut her eyes in fear of the impending impact that awaits her at the bottom. However, she failed to notice that during her fall, the musty dirt cavern gradually changed to white walls with gold detailing.

Then everything came to a stop. The wind that was once blowing on yn as she fell was no more. Peaking one eye at the time, yn was kneeling in a grand circular room. Burgundy walls and white marbled floors underneath her. As she scoped the room, she saw the white-haired man go through a door which slammed shut. The sound echoed throughout the room, enclosing the fear in yn that she is in an unknown place and that the only way is to follow that young man.

Yn got up to go towards the door, not without noticing the change in her attire. Her once light blue yukata has now changed into a puffy light blue dress with a pinafore2. Yn also noticed that she had a dainty necklace with hollyhocks.

“W-what,” yn said in confusion “this can’t be real…”

After many pinches on yn’s arms and legs, she concluded no more time should be wasted and went back to the task at hand. When approaching the only door in the room, it seemed to be getting smaller. As yn stood right in front of it, she finally realized the door has been miniature-size all along. Stressed on what to do next, yn surveyed the room again. Only for her eyes to fall on a plain corner table with something sparkling in her eye.

Walking towards it, yn could clearly see that it’s a glass vile tagged with “Drink Me”. Out of options and time, yn hopes for the best and drank its contents. In a matter of a few seconds, yn and everything on her shrank. Checking to see all her limbs and other body parts are still intact, she let out a sigh or relief and raced for the door.

Turning the knob and opening the door, yn’s eyes widen in fascination.

To her left and right were gorgeous and ginormous flowers. Large butterflies with wings as clear as day. Tiny birds with starry night wings swooshed passed her by the hair. The songs of the birds were not of the usual twittering or chirping, but harmonized tunes.

Amidst in her amazement, she hears the familiar muttering of “...late, oh dear my, I’m late again.”

Directing her gaze ahead of her was the young man as he ruffled his hair in frustration before breaking into a run once again. Without a second thought, yn ran after him, determined to never lose sight of him in this unknown wonderland.

1(oil-paper umbrella)

2(sleeveless garment like an apron)

A/N: i hated and loved redoing this. also why the hecc a, i not able to do superscripts on here, i literally copied from g-docs.

#hope you guys enjoy my first series #let me know what you think #the cast is too big so we just gonna put people who will be featured next #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #akai taichiaoi #wonderland au #hinata shoyo #sugawara koushi #tsukkishima kei #tadashi yamaguchi #kuroo tetsurou #kenma kozume #lev haiba #yaku morisuke #bokuto koutaro #akaashi keiji #konoha akinori

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faejilly · 4 years

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i am for you (17/?)

We're back! And playing with the timeline a little... this goes back to before the fic itself starts, and then moves along a whole *six weeks* because this, my darlings, is a 5+1 chapter in the middle of everything else. (Because why not?) 5 Times Catarina Went to Brunch, and 1 Time Brunch was Brought to Catarina (ao3 / series tag)

Brunch is quiet this week.

No one's really got much to say.

Even Magnus just shrugs when Cat asks what he's been up to.

(Even Cat can't think up any fun Madzie stories; baby-girl's got a cold and this week has mostly been about tissues and soup and endless re-runs of Moana and Mulan and The Princess and The Frog. She even picked Tangled once, and Cat thought maybe they'd moved on... but then she went back to Moana. She always goes back to Moana. She once sang You're Welcome over and over again for the entirety of her bath.)

Ragnor drinks and Dot sighs and Raphael rolls his eyes at the lot of them. Tessa is looking forward to the ALA conference in two weeks, but she's quieter about her enthusiasms than the rest of them; her smile is warm, but it doesn't spark anyone else into anything.

Still, it's nice. Cat never thought a single one of them would ever be stable enough to fall into a rut, and the fact that they've settled into one together... there are worse things.

Besides, there are mimosas.

Magnus is... fluttering.

He's not upset, he sits and eats and passes the syrup when asked and talks about his classes, but there's definitely... something.

He pauses before he sips his drink, and he ducks Ragnor's half-assed question about his current research. (Ragnor just raises his eyebrows. He's not terribly interested in dramatic portrayals of the occult, but Magnus usually is, and the fact that he doesn't want to break-down everything he's read on the subject this week is a bit unusual.)

He zones out while Dot's talking about the idiot client she'd been fighting with the entirety of the past week, arguing with every suggestion as if he wasn't the one who'd hired her; Magnus doesn't even laugh at her petty revenge of charging her client an extra half-an-hour for "removing all those squiggly lines from under the words" in his word doc.

But there's a hint of a smile on his face as he looks out the window.

"What is going on with you?" Cat asks while everyone's gathering shoes and bags and saying their usual farewells.

"Nothing." Magnus shakes his head, and Cat frowns at him. "Really," he lifts his hands in defense. She waits. "Yet?"

He won't say more than that, no matter how much she gives him The Look, but that almost smile lingers, and she hopes whatever it almost is turns out as well as Magnus seems to hope.

Alec Lightwood is a revelation.

She's seen Magnus fall too hard and too fast before, but she's never seen him like this, never seen him look lighter for it rather than just more intense, never seen the person he'd fallen for look just as far gone just as fast. Alec's expression when he looks at Magnus is sublime, it's like he's smiling all the way to his fingertips, and she has to look away.

Which is admittedly a little easier once he gets his shirt on.

Magnus has excellent taste in arm-candy... even if it's blatantly obvious that this is more than that.

Already.

She wouldn't be completely surprised if they eloped to Vegas the first time they tried to take a vacation together.

She'll yell at Magnus for it forever, and hold his hand while he gets desperately drunk if it leads to an equally quickie divorce, but she won't be surprised.

Ragnor clearly likes and might even respect Alec, which is... weird. She's not quite sure what to do with that, and she keeps glancing sideways to share her what the fuck? face with Raphael, but he doesn't cooperate nearly as well as Dot or Tessa would have. He seems to be cautiously in favor of Alec too, which is... even weirder. There are days she's not sure Raphael likes anyone, except maybe Ragnor, despite eating brunch with the rest of them every week. But he's very over-protective of Magnus, usually, especially since Camille, but now... now he's just. Leaning back? Relaxed? Sipping his coffee?

Cat feels like maybe she fell through Alice's rabbit-hole and somehow didn't notice right away.

But then Alec snorts out a laugh at something Ragnor says in his usual bone-dry way, and Magnus sputters something that sounds like an honest to god giggle, and she gives up on understanding and goes to refill her drink.

Wonderland seems pretty nice, this time of year.

Cat gets to brunch a little early this week, before anyone else. Besides Alec, of course, who's cradling a mug she doesn't recognize in his hands, and she wonders how much of his own life this past week has been spent at Magnus' rather than his own place, wherever it is.

She ought to be worried about that, she knows, but he'd been so clearly smitten whenever she mentioned Magnus at their lunch, it's hard to hold onto any concern. He offers to pour her some coffee, and even remembers that she likes sugar but not cream, and she can't help but smile at him in thanks.

He smiles back, sort of, and she wonders if he's nervous about Dot and Tessa, or if it's something else that's bothering him, and if it would be terribly blunt of her to ask. Not that she's usually concerned about that, but he's new, and if she made him uncomfortable Magnus might murder her.

Or ban her from mimosas for awhile, at least.

Magnus comes fluttering in then, touching half the appliances in the kitchen as he wanders back and forth. She cuts her eyes back to Alec and is inordinately pleased by the way he ignores her entirely and instead reaches out to catch Magnus' hand when he tries to swan past him for the third time.

"Why are you nervous?" Alec asks, and Cat almost slips off the counter she's leaning against. So much for worrying about being blunt. "I'm worried your friends won't like me, but you don't have to worry about my parents until dinner time."

Magnus' mouth opens, then shuts, clearly slightly shell-shocked by the blunt as well, even though she suspects from how quickly he pouts that it isn't at all out of character for Alec. "I can't also be worried my friends won't like you?"

"You weren't this worried last week."

Cat blinks as she realizes he's right.

"You already knew Ragnor, and Cat will give anyone at least two chances to prove they're not an idiot, and Raphael hates everyone regardless, so there wasn't anything to worry about."

Alec tilts his head, half-considering and half-amused, and Cat can't hold in the laugh anymore, snickering over her coffee. "But you're worried about Dot and Tessa? Dot already feels bad about her accidental drama and won't make any more, and Tessa's the nicest person on the planet."

Magnus scoffs. "Tessa's all quiet and polite right up until you fail some internal judgement you didn't even realize she was making and then she very serenely ignores you so thoroughly you can feel it all the way back seven generations or so and you can never quite put the pieces of your self-esteem back together."

It's Cat's turn to tilt her head, because he's not wrong, though she hadn't ever quite thought about it that way.

Alec snickers that time though. "To be fair, the last seven generations of Lightwoods probably deserve that?"

Magnus rolls his eyes, and half-heartedly smacks Alec in the chest with the back of his free hand. "But you don't."

"Well if she's as smart as you all say, she'll know that, right?"

Magnus grunts, as if annoyed that he can't argue with that, and then the knocker hits the door, three quick hard raps, and Magnus slips his hand free, blowing a kiss in Alec's direction before he goes to answer it.

"At least you've got your shirt on, this time. Might help."

Alec chokes, almost spitting coffee all over his hands, and she's still laughing when Dot and Tessa make it into the kitchen to be introduced.

They make Magnus and Alec take them all out for brunch as punishment for getting engaged at first sight. (And also apparently moving in together, which Cat had strongly suspected the week before based on the mug, and the toothbrush and razor in the bathroom, and the boxes hiding in Magnus' office nook, but she makes them acknowledge it out loud before she'll sit down at the table with the rest of them. Ragnor snickers, and she wonders how long he'd known, and if he'd been planning on telling the rest of them if they hadn't figured it out.)

Tessa does, in fact, serenely ignore the both of them for about half an hour, while everyone else is ordering drinks and perusing the menu, and Magnus and Alec both visibly wilt a little.

They're also clearly holding hands beneath the table, which is unbearably sweet, and Cat kind of hates how un-surprised she is the more she thinks about it. They fit, and while Alec isn't anything like she would have pictured some ideal Magnus partner, she can't begrudge them for being happy to have found each other.

"You're idiots," she informs them after they've finally all ordered. "But you're adorable, and I'm very happy for you."

Alec ducks his head and looks perilously close to blushing again, but he's smiling.

Tessa's lips twitch before she lifts her glass. "A toast to the happy couple?"

There's a clink of glasses as everyone else agrees, and Cat's never ever in almost twenty years seen a smile like the one spreading across Magnus' face.

+ 1

Baby-girl's best friend Lizzy, who she usually goes to play with on Sunday mornings, has chicken-pox and does not want visitors. (Cat reminds herself to have Madzie tested to see if her antibodies are still up to par from her vaccination or if she should get a booster.) Which means Cat isn't going to brunch.

Magnus scoffs at that when she calls to tell him on Friday, and insists that brunch will, instead, come to her.

She's not sure that's a good idea, but she can't seem to figure out why not, and it's not like Magnus listens when he's sure he's being brilliant anyways, so she makes sure to let Madzie know that a bunch of boring adults are coming over, and that she'll help her set up her tablet so she can watch cartoons in her room just this once if she'd like.

"Can I have breakfast while I watch?"

Cat really ought to say no to that, because she's probably going to find Madzie sneaking snacks into her room for at least the next month otherwise... but the last couple days have been a bit much at work and she is too tired for that conversation, so she says yes.

Madzie fist-pumps to celebrate her victory, which is, of course, unfairly adorable. Cat hopes she doesn't try to talk Uncle Magnus into having brunch at their house every week in order to make this a regular occurrence.

Then again, for all Madzie likes Uncle Magnus, especially when he brings presents (which is almost always, they're both very fond of brightly colored plush animals and Madzie's collection is now very impressive), none of Cat's friends have kids of their own, so their conversations with Madzie tend to be pretty brief.

It should be all right.

Hopefully Alec won't be too intimidating. He is ludicrously tall, with those scowly eyebrows, and Madzie is still usually shy with new people. Cat will have to remember to introduce them carefully.

(She wonders, later, how she'd forgotten the man had at least six younger siblings; even if half of them were metaphorical, that kind of thing tends to have an effect on a person.)

Magnus and Alec show up before anyone else, carrying four bags of what she assumes is going to be breakfast. Madzie peers around Cat's legs, clearly hoping for her usual squishy from Uncle Magnus, but uncertain about the very tall man next to him.

Alec sees her, and smiles, something small but friendly enough that it makes Cat blink, and then he's down on one knee so he's at a much more reasonable height for a child, and Cat blinks again.

"You must be Madzie." Alec doesn't have either that bright condescension or the slightly formal stilted tone that most people get when talking to little kids, and he's just loud enough that his voice carries without it being obvious he's keeping it a bit quieter than usual.

To Cat's utter shock, Madzie steps out from behind Cat's legs before she nods. "You must be Mr. Alec."

Alec nods back, and to Cat's continued surprise Madzie keeps talking. "Momma said you're going to marry Uncle Magnus but I don't have to call you Uncle Alec yet if I don't want to."

Cat doesn't know whether to be impressed that she's talking to a stranger or slightly embarrassed at what she chose to say, but Alec just grins, bright and delighted, and Cat rather forgets to breathe. Madzie smiles back and takes a step forward, as if she can't help herself.

Alec waits until she stops moving before he answers. "I am going to marry your Uncle Magnus, but you don't ever have to call me Uncle Alec if you don't want to, even after we're married."

Madzie nods very seriously, as if she's considering that.

"Are you having breakfast with us?" Alec asks, his voice leading up like he's going to add more, but he stops when Madzie shakes her head very fast.

"Momma said I could eat in my room while I watch Moana!"

"That does sound like a lot more fun than listening to us talk."

"Did you want to watch it with me?" Madzie offers, and Cat has to swallow something like a squawk before it bursts out of her, because Madzie is never this comfortable around new people.

Alec leans a little closer, his voice dropping. "I did promise Uncle Magnus and your Momma that I'd help make brunch."

Madzie turns her head up towards Cat and Magnus, going full on puppy-dog eyes and pouting lips. "Please, Momma?"

Cat nods, rather helplessly, and sees Magnus looking about as shell-shocked as she feels next to her. It took ages before Madzie was all right being alone with him, and she's known Alec five seconds. To be fair, she's much more trusting and relaxed now then she was when Cat first adopted her, but... five seconds.

Cat blames that ridiculous smile.

"See!" Madzie turns back to Alec, rocking up on her toes. "Momma says it's alright!"

"Well, I'm certainly not about to argue with your Momma." Alec shoots a glance up at the two of them. "Let me know if you need our help with anything, all right?"

"Of course," Magnus answers when it becomes clear that Cat's not going to manage more than a nod, her chest aching a little at how easily he'd said our, how easily he'd included her daughter in... everything.

Cat turns very slowly to watch as Madzie drags Alec down the hallway to her room, and equally slowly to turn back towards Magnus, whose eyes widen at the sound of Madzie laughing loudly enough they can hear it clearly where they are.

"What just happened?" Magnus asks.

Cat shakes her head. "He's your boyfriend. Fiancé. I thought you'd tell me."

Magnus looks down at the two bags Alec left by the door. "She didn't even ask for her toy."

Cat leans over enough to look into the bag, and sees a small glittery white stuffed unicorn with a rainbow mane and tail on top of a mesh bag of fruit. She covers her mouth to muffle a snort of laughter. "Apparently Alec's even prettier than unicorns?"

Magnus laughs. "Well, I can't argue with that."

#shadowhunters #catarina loss #malec #i am for you #jilly writes #my sh fic #magnus bane #alec lightwood #madzie loss

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genderfluid-tnt · 5 years

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Chapter 1 And then comes the Rabbit

A/N: I just really wanna thank @coffeeandminecraft and @drabonsdumpster for helping me with this chapter, writing it and all-

Tw: blood, injury/gore and death

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It was the morning of the war.

The leader of the G-Team hadn’t slept. Something felt off about the world, but he couldn’t put a finger on what it was. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear two of his teammates walking up to him. He had completely forgotten that he told them to meet up as soon as they woke up.

A hand on his shoulder turned him around and broke his train of thought, his eyes landing on the two cheerful members of the team; Cleo and Joe, both having woken up as the sun shone through the window.

“Howdy Grian” Joe gave him a happy smile, yet his eyes were full of concern for his friend. He was standing with a sweater on as it was a bit cold outside.

Cleo still wore her ripped up pirate clothes despite the weather. She looked at him, hand still on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. Don’t worry, we got this.” He gave them a smile and gazed over at the bubble column, hearing someone come up as Iskall and Stress emerged from the water and into the meeting room with Mumbo close behind. He wore a mask they have given him, so they didn’t have to look at his face without the mustache. At last Jevin came up the bubble column in the base and took his seat at the meeting table. Tango was the only member missing as they started the meeting.

On the other side of no man’s land, Team S.T.A.R. --consisting of Doc, Xisuma, Ren, Wels, False, and Impulse-- was also getting ready.

False was already prepared to fight. She looked at the others.

X was fiddling with whatever was nearby, occasionally looking up as Doc moved past him. Doc was pacing back and forth, grumbling to himself. He had to fight his so called friend, his own ex teammate who had betrayed him for Grian. How could Mumbo betray him like this? How dare he! Without thinking too much, he turned and punched the wall, leaving a sizable hole behind.

“Doc?” Ren cautiously walked up behind him. His ears were pushed low to his head. He may have been worried about his friend, but when Doc was this angry, he was terrifying.

“What?” Doc snapped back, glaring daggers at Ren. If a stare could kill, he would be dead where he stood. Doc’s hand was still in a fist, as if he was ready to hit anyone who came too close. This didn’t go unnoticed by Ren.

“Hey calm down, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” “Im fine,” Doc grumbled, turning away from Ren and resuming his pacing.

They couldn’t understand how it felt to be betrayed - or so he thought.

Impulse and Wels were sitting down at the table discussing tactics for the war. False listened in to bits of the conversation, not really too interested in the ghast cannons the two were going on about. Her attention moved to Doc as he got ready to punch another one of the base walls.

“Doc, can you sit down and tell us your attack plan?” she looked over at him, eyebrow raised. He didn’t want to argue with her, as she had him at sword point before.

“Fine.” He begrudgingly took his seat. The ones who weren’t already sitting, followed him and joined the others until the whole team was gathered, ready to listen to the attack plan.

“So here’s the plan….”

Grian was sitting with his team, anxiously awaiting the signal from Concorp that the other team was ready.

He was half hoping the signal never came.

And then it did.

“Well then.. Good luck everyone” Grian gave a smile, not wanting to make everyone feel worse than he did at that moment. They needed to fight their friends. It wasn’t like everyone wanted to fight each other but they needed to. They had no choice anymore.

Jevin was paired with Grian in the battle. His partner seemed much more confident in his actions than he did, moving quicker than him across the battlefield and managing to shoot arrows at the oncoming ghast balls while keeping an eye on Grian too.

He had put TNT on the wall of team S.T.A.R.’s base, blowing a hole into the giant tower.

He signaled to Jevin that he was okay, just as a trident landed in front of him.

Scared, he looked back to Jevin fighting close with Wels, his other teammates around him engaged in close combat with the opposing team. His eyes followed the enchanted trident as it moved back to the hand of its wielder, Doc. He took a deep breath. Looks like he’d have to take care of this himself. Taking his iron sword in hand, Grian readied himself and charged at the Team S.T.A.R. leader. The two clashed weapons, knocking each other back. However, Doc was quicker to recover than Grian, launching his trident as Grian was still steadying himself. The weapon hit its target, stabbing him in the abdomen. The enchantment on the trident took effect almost immediately, calling forth lightning from the sky and striking an already wounded Grian. He screamed out in pain as the trident tore itself from his body and returned to Doc’s hand. Tears fell from his eyes and blood trickled down from his mouth. The dark red liquid quickly seeped and spread from the holes in his chest. He lost grip of the sword and fell down on his knees, looking up as Doc approached him, a malicious grin forming on his lips. Coughing, Grian tried to stand up and flee, only to fall back down, holding to his wounds as he tried to make them stop bleeding.

“STOP!!” Mumbo rushed over to them, standing between Doc and Grian, looking sharply at the former.

“One more step Doc and I won’t hesitate to stop you with force!” Tears fell from his eyes as he stood there. Why did it have to be him that had to do this.

Doc stopped before looking at Mumbo, his expression slowly changing from anger to hurt.

“I gave you a chance to be something great, and you.. you betrayed me!” Doc growled pointing at Grian with his trident, his hands shaking with emotion.

Grian looked up at Mumbo, opening his mouth to say something, only to cough up more blood. He felt weaker and weaker, his eyes growing dull and his skin turning pale. Mumbo turned around fast and dropped down next to his friend, laying his sword in the grass as he put one of his hands on Grian’s shoulder.

“Hang in there buddy, we will get you fixed up” Mumbo said, panic apparent in his voice. He moved to lift the injured man, but stopped as Grian grimaced in pain when he was moved. Mumbo looked back at Doc who was standing and watching them.

“Help him dammit!!!!” He yelled out, stomach twisting in disgust as Doc simply shook his head.

“M-Mumbo..?” Grian tried to lift his head to look at him, his eyes slowly closing. His hand fell to the ground and his head dropped back as his body went still.

The last thing he saw was Mumbo trying to keep him awake.

It didn’t work. They had failed each other, the builder’s body disappearing from the ground. Mumbo cried out in grief. Doc, as if seeing the body vanish made him realise what he did, fell to his knees.

Grian’s things laid there on the ground, surrounded in his blood.

#hermitcraft #Grian #Docm #Mumbo #Joehills #Cleo #Xisuma #Jevin #Tango #Iskall #Stressmonster #Impulse #Wels #False #Ren #hermitcraft au #And then comes the Rabbit #AtctR #TNT writes

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yaachtynoboat711 · 5 years

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Fonder Ch. 5

A/N: Oh, boy! I’ve personally been waiting on doing this chapter. There’s a bit of a curve ball in our favorite couple’s journey back together. If y’all thought y’all hated me in Chapter 1, then get ready for this chapter. 😘😘😘

Word Count: 2.2K

Warning(s): Slow burn, plot progression, few errors/typos

The months following Yaa’s most recent encounter with her ex-boyfriend left her more hurt and emotionally distant than before. She didn’t go out like she usually did; her nights out were substituted with take out and binge-watching movies and TV shows. She wasn’t as bubbly as she usually was. In an attempt to distract herself from her pain, she turned to her drug of choice: work. At any given moment, Yaa was more than likely working if she weren’t sleeping or eating. She took on a heavier workload and miraculously met success with the cases she worked on. As the year came to a close, Yaa had realized that her year had been trash. She lost the love of her life over some fuck shit and realized that her love life, if you could even call it that, was a joke.

Everyone around Yaa hated to see her in such a sad state. She’d said she was fine but everyone knew she was suffering. So much so, her family surprised her for Christmas in D.C. and stayed with her for a week. While the surprise visit definitely boosted her spirits, she continued working her frustrations out. She’d felt played—she’d allowed the supposed love of he life to take advantage of their relationship twice. She was physically, emotionally,and spiritually tired.

Her luck changed with a call from Tanisha one afternoon.

“Clear your schedule for New Year’s Eve: you got invited to the Black Gatsby soirée by Mr. Gatsby himself.”, Tanisha stated in a matter of fact.

Yaa took the phone away from her ear and stared at it, fully aware of Tanisha’s distant voice calling her name. “Girl, what?”

“You heard me. Mr. Gatsby has invited yo fine ass to the Black soirée on New Year’s Eve.”

“Mr. Gatsby? Bitch, you know he’s a fictional white character from a book,right? Not just any book—my favorite book. Francis Scott Fitzgerald would somersault in his grave if he knew a Black man was tryna play his character.”

Tanisha snorted. “I know. For the sake of anonymity, that’s what he’s referring to himself as. Just come to Cali and live ,bitch. I’m sick of seeing you all sad and overworked and shit. You deserve more; you’re 24 and full of life. Ring in the new year with a refreshing turn up. Live a little, bitch. I’ll be calling again this week to make sure you’re coming.” Beep beep beep.

Yaa spent the rest of that day thinking about what Tanisha said. Who was Mr. Gatsby? What did he want her ? Finding out his identity and his motives were the least of her worries. As rough as her year was, she deserved to party like it was 1922. Live a little, bitch.

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Yaa spent the next month speculating who this Mr. Gatsby character could be. He’d sent many gifts On what would’ve been her and Winston’s first anniversary, Gatsby sent 3 dozen of her favorite roses— pink, white, and yellow— to her office with a note:

You deserve more today. Think not of what should be, but what is now.—JG

For Christmas, Gatsby sent Yaa a gold circle necklace with a single pearl dangling from the middle of the circle. Same note. These grandiose gestures left Yaa shook: she’d been out-extra’d by an anonymous admirer. She immediately ruled Winston out because he just wasn’t a frivolous spender and though he was being a fuck nigga at the moment, he was too humble to even think about doing all the things Gatsby had done for and sent her.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014, Malibu, California

Matt picked Yaa up from the airport per usual. On the way to Malibu, he picked Tanisha up as well. While en route to the house, Tanisha caught Matt up with the tea involving his ex-turned-best friend.

“Wait...so there’s a secret admirer...calling himself ‘Gatsby’...only communicates through Neesh...and is inviting you to a New Year’s party?! What the hell?”, Matt recalled.

“Well, I’ll say this: she knows who he is, but he’s not giving up his identity just yet.”, Tanisha suggested. Yaa’s neck whipped to look at Tanisha’s smirking face; she wasn’t lying.

“So, it’s not Wins? Confirmed?”, Yaa asked.

“I’m absolutely, positively certain it’s not Winston, sis. Buhlee dat!”, Tanisha assured.

Something told Yaa to check her mailbox. True, she didn’t have reasons to have mail after being away from her Malibu home for not even two months, but it never hurt to look. When she looked inside, she was met with a matte black envelope. The words “ Khalida Y.D. Abdullah, Esq.” were beautifully calligraphed on the front of the envelope in gold ink. She turned the envelope to see “JG” stamped in gold wax. Homeboy puttin’ in that work. Before she opened the envelope, she noticed a medium-sized box wrapped in a similar matte black wrapping paper.

“Boy, this nigga tryna gift you clean out yo draws, I see.”, Matt observed as he picked the box up for Yaa, scaring her.

“You sound a pinch jealous, Griff.”, Yaa teased.

Matt rolled his eyes, “Whatever. I gave you the world and a Super Bowl ring, woman. Remember that.”

“Correction: you gave me one of my two rings. Don’t play with me.”, she playfully snapped back, kissing his nose as he walked into the house with the box.

He gently sat the box in front of Yaa’s usual spot on her L-shaped sectional. Tanisha finally joined Matt and Yaa in the living room and took notice of Gatsby’s packages. Yaa kicked the box over on its side.

“The hell you do that for?!”, Tanisha demanded.

“Bitch, this coulda been a well packaged pipe bomb for all its worth.”, Yaa answered.

Tanisha wagged her finger at her best friend. “Somebody needs to ban Forensic Files from your Netflix queue.”

Yaa rolled her eyes as she began opening the envelope. Whoever was responsible for the letter was very abreast to detail. The letter was typed on a typewriter, a personal bonus for Yaa as she was the proud owner of a vintage typewriter.

Yaa--

By the time you read this letter, you will already be back in sunny California. Also, if you are reading this letter, then you have instinctively followed directions. In the box is a special gift for tomorrow night; I hope you enjoy them. Secondly, upon your and Ms. Holloway’s arrival, there will be two attendants escorting you to your VIP section. The people at the door will know exactly who are. When you go to coat check, ask the attendant for directions to “The Pit”. Upon your question, you’ll be taken to through the VIP entrance. Your access code word is bubbly. Can’t wait to see you.

The Pit? That sounds familiar. Hella familiar. Yaa moved to the box. The matte black wrapping paper was too pretty destroy, but fuck it. Her eyes shot open when she saw silver strappy heels in the box. “Oooh, this’ll go perfectly with my dress for tomorrow!”, she yelled out. The turn-up countdown had commenced.

NEW YEAR’S EVE

Tanisha and Yaa had a sleepover and went straight into preparation mode for the evening when they woke up that afternoon. After getting their hair and makeup done, the two returned to Yaa’s house to change. “Sis, can you zip me up?”, Yaa yelled as she sashayed to the other side of the hall. Tanisha responded back that she was coming but then stopped and began to whistle at her best friend’s floor-length dusty rose gown. The embellishments gave the gown a modern Gatsby remix. She wore the silver shoes Gatsby sent. Her locs were styled into a curly chignon and accessorized with a pearl headpiece.

“My goodness, Yaa!”, Tanisha complimented.

“Why, thank you, old sport.”, the two shared a laugh.

Mr. Gatsby sent a 1921 Rolls Royce to Yaa’s front door. Mr. Collins drove the two friends to the party’s location--an art gallery? Mr. Collins wished the girls a good night and happy new year as he pulled off. “ AN ART GALLERY?!”, the two squeaked in unison.

The art gallery was like any modern art gallery: polished light hardwood floors, white walls, semi-dimmed lighting and enough colored canvases to stir up many a conversation. There was a lively gathering taking place in the gallery, making the journey towards the back of the gallery less suspicious. Yaa and Tanisha made a beeline to the back stairwell. Gatsby warned Yaa that there’d be a bodyguard armed with a riddle-like question that only she would know the answer to before they could go down descending flight of stairs, the pair was stopped by a bodyguard in a tailored suit.

“Wait a minute, ladies. You can’t go down there.”, the bodyguard bluntly stated. Before Tanisha could tell the bodyguard about himself, Yaa covered her mouth. “Gatsby knows who we are.”, Yaa assured. The bodyguard shook his head. “Suuure...tell me, Doc, how you want that pit beef sandwich?” How dare he challenge my trivia. “Medium rare, extra horseradish, dummy.” The guard nodded and let them pass.

After knocking on the dark door four times, it opened to a dimmer foyer. The coat check attendant, a bubbly young woman, turned to them. “Whatcha need, sweetheart?”, she asked taking a sip from her martini glass.

“Can you show me how to get to the Pit?”, Yaa asked. The attendant nodded her head towards the other coats, “Right this way”. The two friends walked behind the counter, where the attendant pointed into the coats.

“Happy new year, ladies”, the attended said as she pulled some of the fur coats away from each other, revealing a door and opening it.

The other side of the door was the rabbit hole to a fucking circus. Beautiful Black bodies donned their Cotton Club’s best. The biggest names in entertainment, sports, and music made this chocolate El Dorado their haven. The blue and purple backlights provided just enough light to highlight the various shades of melanin against their outfit. The guests on the dancefloor in an almost ritualistic unison to the musical drug the DJs hooked them onto. The two attendants escorted Yaa and Tanisha past the many 8-person tables full of people hypothesizing on who they thought Gatsby was.

Further down to the right was the bar. The purple backlit shelves displayed the finest and rarest spirits anyone could legally obtain. Scattered around the club were about 15 cigarette girls and hostesses distributing drinks and hors d'oeuvres. The pair had finally arrived to their VIP section: a semi-circle couch with a hookah on the small table, all cloaked underneath a sheer white canopy.

Everyone in attendance left their inhibitions and year-long worries at coat check. With the year Yaa had had, she deserved first dibs for dancefloor access. A wild break-up, major career moves,two emotional breakdowns and surviving her first year of practicing law summarized Yaa’s 2014. There was no way in hell she would go into 2015 and her 25th year of life stressed. Her longing to go on the dancefloor was finally satisfied when the DJ began playing The 2 Live Crew’s “Hoochie Mama”. The two friends gave each other the all-knowing, pre-ratchetry look before running out and strolling to one of their shared ratchet hymns. Yaa strolled her worries off; her smile widened the happier she got.

At the song’s end, the two laughed their way back to their section.

“Tonight has been too surreal and it’s just...10:19.”, Tanisha commented.

“It’s just 10:19?!”, Yaa whipped her phone out to confirm the time. It was now 10:20. But, there was also a message sent from Winston Duke about 45 minutes ago: “I wanna go into this New Year on a clean slate. Let’s talk over lunch. 1:30? Shoot me a suggestion or three.”

Before Yaa could internalize her ex’s text, she felt a physical presence looming over her. She was spooked by a medium-built, average height,brown-skinned brother with a fade. His black eyes were striking, yet welcoming. They reflected blue from the club lights.

“Dr. Abdullah?”, he inquired loud enough to be heard over the blaring music.

“Speaking?”, she answered back.

“Mr. Gatsby would like to see you now.” Yaa’s stomach nosedived into her back and her palms began to sweat.

“O-ok.”, she stood and began walking with the man.

Yaa was escorted through a door that led into a dark hallway. The hallway was dark except for the light that passed through the four frosted glass doors on either side of the hallway. At the very end of the hallway was a solid wood door. Yaa was let in by the man and was left alone in the modest office.

“Please, have a seat.”, a raspy yet familiar voice suggested. He continued his cell phone conversation. The back of the chair was towards Yaa.

“Yeah...right. Uh huh? Tell Cross I’m not taking an-y-thing less than 140. Oh, of cour—right. Well, my guest has finally arrived. Alright, give Erin my love. Yeah, happy new year to you and yours as well. Buh-bye.” He hung up the phone. “Forgive me and my inconsideration for your presence, Dr. Abdullah. People are really tryna conduct business with folks when there’s maybe two hours left in 2014. Damn, shame.”, he said reaching for the chilled bottle of Dom Perignon. Upon hearing his voice, Yaa nearly doubled over from shock; all the clues were coming together. Pit beef sandwiches? The Pit? No wonder everything sounded so familiar. It was Baltimore.

The gentleman finally stood up from out of his chair and sat on the desk, placing the glasses next to him and winking at Yaa. Suave ass negro. “I’m certain you’re surprised to see me.”

Her shoulders bounced as she chuckled to herself. “That, I am, Mr. Gatsby. Ooh, I’m killing Tanisha when I see her.”

The Tag List is the Bee’s Knees!

@muse-of-mbaku @kumkaniudaku @eriknutinthispoosy @whoramilaje @mbakusthrone @mbakuwife @crushed-pink-petals @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove @jackburtonsays @randomwordprompts @bartierbakarimobisson @wakandan-flowerz @blackpantherreblogs @babygirlofwakanda @eerythingisshaka @washyourlinens @turn-thy-paige @doublesidedscoobysnacks @wakandas-vibranium @dramaqueenamby @oshasimone @destinio1 @teheeboo @sarahboseman @iamrheaspeaks @chaneajoyyy @lovelynervouschaos @cay-cah @coonflix @katasstrophey @mareethequeen @jozigrrl @great-neckpectations @jellybean531 @yofavcocoa @storibambino @maya-leche @blackgirloneshots @royallyprincesslilly @texasbama @certifiednatural @abeautifulmindexposed

#thefonderseries #winston x yaa #dukeandthedoctor #winston duke imagine

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bendthekneetobangtan · 5 years

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22 questions

I was tagged by @suga-kookiemonster, @kpopfanfictrash, and @underthejoon thank you, babes!!

rules: answer the questions, then tag 20 people a few people

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1 - name: MJ

2 - nickname: How can you make MJ any shorter??

3 - star sign: Leo

4 - gender: Female

5 - sexuality: Straight

6 - favourite colour: Yellow

7 - time right now: 5:30ish PM

8 - average hours of sleep: 7-8, but I wake up in the middle of the night all the time because my bf snores so damn loud!!

9 - the last thing i googled: Driving after LASIK. I got LASIK early last year and a friend of mine asked me about the procedure and if she would be able to drive. I had forgotten what the doc/nurses told me so I googled it for her lol

10 - number of blankets: 1 in the summer, 2 in the winter (brutal Midwest winters...)

11 - favourite fictional character: Arya fucking Stark

12 - what are you wearing right now: Leggings and a tank top

13 - favourite book: Idk how to answer this because I don’t remember the last time I read a book *embarrassing*

14 - favourite musician: BTS atm

15 - dream job: I love designing and building things so something related to that.

16 - number of followers: I somehow have over 100 followers when I am an untalented bean who just screams about BTS on the internet. I don’t write so I hope I amuse you all in some way

17 - when did you create your account: End of 2017

18 - what do you post about: Yelling about BTS things. Mostly rambling about Jungkook’s sculpted jawline and superb cheekbones.

19 - what made you get an account: I went into the BTS rabbit hole around August 2017. I had another tumblr before but I abandoned it years ago. I was browsing a lot of BTS content on tumblr and started reading fics. I decided I should just make a BTS blog so I could yell without judgment and also let authors know how much I enjoy their stories (although I’ve been slacking in that recently).

20 - when did your blog reach its peak: Errrr I’ve never peaked because no one knows who I am

21 - do you get asks on a daily basis: Nope and that’s ok!

22 - why did you choose your url: At the time, I really loved Game of Thrones and this url was a reference to that. But now that they’ve ended the show on such a dumpster-fire-level-of-bad note, I need to come up with a new url LOL

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Tagging: @junghelioseok @ditzymax @johobi @lamourche @luffles424 only if you want of course!

#tag games #mj rambles

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calliecat93 · 6 years

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So thinking over Episode 8 again, I have to wonder... what does becoming a Shisno actually mean? Yeah, yeah, Huggins said Agent of Chrovous, but that doesn't tell us what getting warped actually does to you, just what the final result is. So are they brainwashed? Just become so blinded by desire their actions unwittingly help Chrovous by screwing time up? What are the symptoms?

Like for symptoms, Huggins said that at night Doc would go into O’Malley. The problem there is we already know that Doc could slip into O’Malley at any given point. Now tbf, he has a better grip on it in S15 and one could make a very good argument that since his mind was already screwed up, time travel allowed O’Malley to take over in full. The issue is we don’t know if O’Malley is acting for himself, or is a Shisno and Doc going into O’Malley represents him going bad. There’s no implication fo what O’Malley was going to do with the time gun either, which makes it harder to pin point. What I’m wondering is how far into being warped Doc is. Is he fully a shisno? Or is it just enough that O’Malley has been unleashed and he’ll keep going further down the rabbit hole as he goes around time?

Which raises the question of how far the others are. Another pointed out Grif’s more recent violent acts, like shooting at Huggins and Doc, which he normally wouldn’t do. If we take that as a sign of him getting corrupted, that could also explain his temperament in Episode 4. We assumed that he got pissed cause pizza didn’t exist... which yeah that is why. But his reaction was to blow himself up after yelling at those kids. Which we all assumed was a joke, but... yeah, this coudl very easily be Joe fooling us. It can also explain how temperamental Tucker and Sister got at each other in Episode 6 and why Atlus couldn’t hurt them. Likely the ‘him’ he refereed to is Chrovous and since they’re becoming Shisno, Chrovous’ power can now protect them. It could also explain Simmons throwing away logic, but since he and Sarge (who seemed normal, but he was definitely invested in the ‘fix the past mistakes’ part) quit, IDK how far along thy are. Donut seemed pretty normal, fi a bit more serious, so whether he’s a shisno or just got tricked into it like he implied IDK. Caboose and Lopez... well... lets just say not seeing them since Episode 3 makes me worried. But still, we don’t know how this works other than going through time can warp you and it’s pretty easy to tempt you. Though since Grif, Tucker, and Sister were able to calm down after their respective outbursts, safe to say that those three aren’t even close to as gone as Doc is.

Sorry, I just have so many thoughts. This isn’t me complaining either. We literally just got this info, so I’m not expecting any answers quite yet. It just leaves a lot of questions that I REALLY want answered. Joe, you are an evil man and I freakin’ love it!

#rvb #rvb16 #rvb16 spoilers #I cannot stop thinking about the recent episode #this one scene has driven me crazy

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4lexturn3rs · 3 years

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𝒩𝒾𝓃𝑒 - 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓀

Just as we were about to discuss the much-anticipated topic that was my impending loss of virginity, my cell rang. The sound pierced through the stale silence. I'm not sure what was going on with Alex today he just seemed different, more nervous and I can't tell if it was my fault or he was just strange.

I brushed off my fake deep thoughts and answered the phone... Mallory.

Hey, I finished shopping I know you've only just got to Alex's but Matt and I are at the Battleship if you and Alex wanna come down here and get a drink.

Drinking already Mal?

"When in Rome" I heard Matt shout from the other side of the phone.

Whatever, I think that'd be okay. Plus, Alex is being a Stanley.

Ahhh, I see well maybe he'll loosen up around Matt.

I'll see you soon Mal, love you

"Love you too Maude," Matt yelled through Mallory's flip phone "and don't worry about Al he hasn't shut up about you since you kissed him, he's head over heels for you Maude take care of my Al"

Matt was obviously drunk, but I didn't care because the fact that Alex talked about me at all was spinning around my head like a helter-skelter.

I hung up the phone and flipped my phone back shut. As I walked back into the main room, I saw a crestfallen Alex twirling the straw in his water. I found it amusing and adorable that Alex couldn't finish a glass of plain water without a straw.

"You're such a kid," I shot at him with a smile. "Then that would make you a pedo" he rolled his eyes at me. "Hey what's wrong, what was that for" I sighed sitting next to him at the counter. "What's a Stanley Maude" SHIT

"umm well it's a...it's a name Mallory and I have for someone who...who's acting strange like 'strange Stanley' I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that about you-"

I was interrupted by a sigh of relief "god Maude I thought you had told her about you know...me being...." he trailed off and it took me a minute to get what he was saying then it hit me, he wasn't out, he wasn't meant to tell me at all. "Oh god, no Alex, I would never. I'm sorry for speaking about you like that I know how anxious and on edge it can make you, being in the closet and all, but we're all here for you"

He looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes that made my heart crumble to bits every time I looked into them. "I like you, a lot Maude and I don't want to mess things up so let's take things slow," he said with a dry throat "so that means..." "yes so that means you'll have to hold on to your virginity for a little longer duck" damn him, I mean it's not like I only wanted that from him, but I am twenty-one years old, men are gonna stop finding it endearing soon.

"Yeah, I agree," I said, looking at my docs, which I never got the chance to take off. He lifted my face by the chin and spoke softly "no you don't, don't lie to me Maude" this was not helping. I snapped myself out of his rabbit hole and slid off the counter, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Sorry, it's just I feel like if not now then when, you know?" I quietly mumbled up at him. "I understand love but you just have to be patient, I want this to be special for you" he endearingly and longingly stared into my eyes. "Thank you, Alex," I whispered into his chest "shhh" he hugged me tightly and I became enveloped in the serenity that was his arms.

"So will you still go to the Battleship with a Stanley?" he giggled into my kinked hair "of course let's go" he gently kissed the top of my head and we went out the front door.

~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~

Alex ordered a beer, and I got my favourite.. a dandelion and burdock. Could only find them in Sheffield so it was a rare occasion for me to get my favourite drink. Matt was drunk already, Mal wasn't necessarily drunk, but her filter had gone a few drinks in. I sat in Alex's lap with my legs stretched out on the bench seat.

He kept burying his head in my hair when Matt would tell a childhood story of Al. Which I take to be his version of me looking at my feet. "I've got to use the restroom puppy" I looked up at him, waiting for him to let me go so I could go to the loo. "Puppy... I like it" he smiled while releasing me from his oasis "well you called me 'duck' so it's only fair" I bounced up and walked towards the bathroom as Alex sat talking to a now foul-mouthed Matt.

#alexturner #alex turner #alexturnerfanfic #alex turner fanfic #arcticmonkeys #arcticmonkeysfanfic #arctic monkeys fanfic

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flourishingbatter · 7 years

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Meanwhile...

During the time Johnny had been busy setting things up with his personal ‘tower’ the stragglers that have heard of the mushroom’s plea for help would find themselves crossing the border from Waterfall and onto Masteria.

Paul

Once you had exited through this, strange portal that you will arrive to an unfamiliar area, trees that stretched upwards to the sky almost blocks out the sun with only a few rays bleeding through the leaves that had adorned the branches. It's easy to tell that this place has been abandoned due to the construction and rubble littering the area. Save for an ominous and broken forestry that had been recently created. Through here, you'll see a certain mushroom having chosen a resting spot via a pile of bricks stacked neatly. To their delight, he'd hop off it posthaste once they noticed you all.

"H-Hey guys! Uh...Fancy meetin' you all here..."

Sela

Sela barely had time to step out and take in any surroundings when she jumps in surprise at Paul's sudden voice. "Shit! Oh-- Hi Paul..."

Revak

[Revak nodded, a tilt of his head denoting a measure of worry as he looked around. Seemed he was only slightly surprised by Paul's seemingly sudden arrival.] * Nice to see ya again. I just wish it was under happier circumstances.

Mina

Out she steps, hands on her hips as she glances around, squinting near angrily. She jumps seeing paul. "....." "Where is he?" Stright to the point as always, Mina.

Lilith

[* In steps a edgy skele. Lilith's eyes widen in amazement. It's.. honestly been a whole year since she'd seen vegetation similar to this before. It never ceased to amaze her. Her attention immedietely switches to Paul once he speaks. Oh hi again mushroom guy.]

Sela

Sela is looking around. She looks... unnerved.

Frisk

Into the wild, here's the bird stepping into the wilderness. Conquering it isn't their goal, though, as they're in a foreign land and... oh!October 15, 2017

Samga

Samga winds up FALLING OUT OF THE SKY! What an odd habit this Rabbit seems to possess. Thankfully, he winds up landing on the soft head of the giant, talking mushroom.

He lands with an audible Booooing!

Happy

Happy came through the portal, not living up to his name at the moment. He seems quite ticked off, actually... far from "happy" * Alright! I'm not here to play games or whatever, pals. Where the hell is Johnny so we can fix whatever problem he has so I can go back to trying to have a peaceful date with my boyfriend. Cause obviously, this is such a big deal if you're gonna leave a potentially dangerous portal in waterfall to get my attention. He crosses his vines like arms, and his attitude is pretty clear.

Paul

Much to Paul's surprise, he inadvertantly cries out in response from the abrupt landing of the bun crashing on top of him. "A-Aah!!" Though, with everyone arriving to the scene that he realized Johnny had...Made more friends than he thought originally. Taking a moment to compose himself, he'd point towards the opening in the jungle. "H-He uh...Went that way but...I kinda saw a weird purple light in the distance." It was a comforting thought that the flora had the confidence to have these people in his regard but knowing that they wanted to get this over with was nonetheless warranted, the mushroom wanted things to revert back to a quiet life after all.

Samga

The Rabbit rubs the back of his head before turning to look to Paul, "Ohey Mushman, didn't think I'd see you on the other side!.. uh.. sorry for dropping in, heh.."

Paul

"I-It's fine..."

AlphaJohnny

...The ground shakes violently underneath the ground you stood on. An intrusive volume of what was considerably an explosion in the distance echoes through the ambient and idle jungle.

Revak

[Revak stumbles, a startled squawk blurting from the dragon as he stuggles to regain footing... But planting his boots in the soft ground with his arms, tail, and wings spread, he managed it.] [Looking around in disbelief, only one question came to his mind in response.] * W-what the hell what that?!(edited)

Happy

The flower went wide eyed at the sound and movement. * Probably the problem, pal.

Lilith

[* Lilith her self has to summon a bone from the ground to keep herself steady as the 'earthquake' ensues. Yeaaaah that's not very good whatever it is.]

Paul

For Paul, to having felt that would make him stumble and fall face first into the ground. That was...Rather inconvenient for the most part. Making sure to push himself up and off the ground, the mushroom leans up, trying to make sense of what in the world that was. "I-...Uh...Okay uhm...I've tried tellin' him it wasn't this bad but uh- ...Oh no...Aster." That moment of realization made his face pale with immediate dread.

Happy

* Who?

Revak

[Revak's brow simply furrowed in confusion.]

Paul

"T-The doc! He came here earlier than you guys but-! Oh no no no, Johnny must've done something but..." He trails off, now beginning to whine slightly in distress while rubbing the sides of his head. "He went to go find him..."

Revak

* D-Doc...?! [No... it couldn't be the same one... after all, there could be so many alternates out there other than the Doctor Gaster he knew... But... all things considered, he wanted to at least check it out.] [The boss monster crouched just a bit, just to be able to see Paul's face, his own heavily marked with concern and worry.] * ...W-well... which way did he go...? Surely we'll find Johnny if we follow the same path, right...?

Samga

Samga's ears twitch as he looks in the direction where the explosion came from. His eyes narrow. "..Sounds like you and Johnny've got yourselves into a fine mess, who's Doc?"(edited)

Paul

Paul, after having a moment to dust himself would nod in hesitation. "Y-Yeah. I think we just need to be careful." With a quick exhale, he briefly looks to Samga for a moment. "...It kind've is...And, doc is pretty much the one who was...The answer to getting back home but Johnny...He wanted to take it into his own hands."

Sela

She put her hand on her hip and sighed. The longer she stood here, the more inclined she felt to turn around and just say NOPE to whatever mess was about to obviously unfold. especially with that explosion.

Happy

* Ok....? What did Johnny even do to start.... whatever is happening right now? Like what did he do to "take it into his own hands" pal? Happy raised an eyebrow.

Revak

[Revak nodded, seemingly asking himself the same question. His tail flicked anxiously, as if he were getting just as antsy as Sela.]

Lilith

[* Lilith dispelled her 'cane' and her hands returned to her hips, looking to the mushroom for answers. Story time?]

Mina

Mina walks over and places a hand on Sela's shoulder, there's a look of slight unease on her features.

Sela

Sela glances a her. She shares the sentiment, giving a slight nod before turning back to Paul.

Paul

"W-Well...It's not easy to say honestly. He took us to a...Weird place, and it was kinda spooky. And he seemed to know where he was going so I just put all my trust in him for what he asked." He hesitates once again, biting at his lip to discern the next piece of information that his gut told him that would somehow surprise them all. "...He, took these heart shaped things, called 'em souls and stuff. I kinda thought they were decorations for valentines day even though we're months ahead."

Sela

Her brows visibly rise, before furrowing very hard. "And, how many were there?"

Revak

[Revak's hand subconciously moved to his chest.] [...He... didn't like the sound of this.]

Happy

Happy gave Paul a dead stare. The attitude stopped, and all he's doing now is giving him a cold deadpan stare. * ................

Paul

"I remember there were specifically five...Why?"

Sela

"F-Five?!"

Lilith

[* And Lilith's own hand goes over her mouth. He.. He wouldn't! Not after... Not after he'd seen what ONE soul did to her! Why on earth?..] ".. Those souls.. they..."(edited)

Paul

Paul blinks, squaring his shoulders up in the immediate yell of the demon. "I- Is that a bad thing...?"

Sela

"...." She feels it. In her chest... there it's coming.... She puffs up a bit. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

That's anger in her chest.

Happy

* ...... For the love of- He facepalmed in annoyance

* YES THAT'S A BAD THING

Revak

[His eyes widened in shock... Revak had seen creatures that'd absorbed multiple... If Johnny had taken five...] * ...This is gonna be a loooong day...

Paul

"...Ah dang it I should've said something..." It was apparent that Paul somehow felt that this was his fault, as he drooped his head down.

Sela

"Okay, okay, fuck this." She throws a hand up. "It's one thing to knock sense into him, but I know some of us--myself included--have had a brush with just ONE soul, but five on top of his already yellow one?" She drags her hand over her face with a groan.

Happy

* For fucks sake I had though Johnny was reasonable. That's the last time I have faith in someone not being a dumbass and.... Okay I'm leaving. I can't stay here and clean up whatever mess he's making. I have a DATE to get to. A date that I've been holding off for a reasonably long time. I can't deal with this right now, pal. I just CAN'T.

Sela

"I was warned about trusting small talking yellow flowers, but I think this one has the right idea." She lightly gestures towards Happy. "Paul, what Johnny did-- He didn't just become a monster."

Mina

"....." Mina holds up her hand, oddly calmed.She waits to be noticed by others around her.

Paul

"I- I'm just at a loss on what to do here..."

Mina

"Hey. Shroom." Her voice is firm.

Revak

[Revak looks over to Mina... seemed she was taking charge. And who was he to argue?]

Paul

The sound of their voice would jog his attention to look up, watching her in question while his expression showed the pain look in his eyes.

Mina

"How many o' you actually know what happens when someone gets all th' SOULS? I research it with GhostMan, and I've got a pretty firm stack of research under my belt on that kinda shit." She bares her fangs. "Case in point. We gotta find that overgrown cactus boy before he starts tearin' a hole through the multiverse."

Paul

"...I didn't know all that stuff would just, jack him up or whatever, I...Ugh..."

Happy

* ....... Just fantastic. Happy groaned. He knew if they probably didn't do something now, it WILL become a problem later for him.

Mina

"He probbaly didn't either! That's why th-dumbass fuckin' touched 'em in the first place! jesus christ when will people realize that those fuckin' things are *DANGEROUS and people shouldn't fuckin PLAY WITH 'EM!? They're not JUST a one way ticket outta the Underground! They're also a fuckin pass to MASSIVE DESTRUCTION AND ERADICATION OF EVERYONE."Mina inhales."What fuckin' part of this are people not gettin' yet we have people playin' grabby hands at them things left and right!? everyone can't be that fuckin' stupid! BUT I stand corrected. INHALE."AGAIN."

Revak

[Revak nodded. Sounded reasonable to him.] * I mean, I already did damage with just my own by accident once. SOULs aren't to be toyed with, at all.

Sela

Sela kinda just, side steps a bit to give Mina some shouting space.

Mina

"Shut. Up. Revak." Sharp.

Sela

She frowns... maybe if she hadn't slapped him silly he wouldn't have acted so recklessly. Her hand comes up and rubs the back of her neck, mind wandering in thought.

Revak

[The dragon winces, backing up. Guess his two sense wasn't wanted.]

Lilith

[* Lilith held her own metaphorical tongue. Don't speak over the demon girl. Check.]

Mina

Mina exhales, seems she isn't too keen on saying much else anymore with her burst of anger. Honestly she's just salty that her friends are still not smart enough to do things that, you know, won't kill them. but, eh, To each their own.

AlphaJohnny

...The sound of what appeared to be something dropping whistles through the air.

Happy

* ....... Let's just find the dumb ass already. All this shit is giving me a headache and I wanted a movie night, not dealing with this crap todaaayyy... what the hell? Happy looks up in confusion

Revak

[Revak looks up, squinting to see what that noise might be.]

Lilith

[* Hey what what's up in the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It's.... well Lilith's still not sure yet.]

Mina

Mina just.. pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "Right whate--" She looks up.

Paul

"...Wh- ...Uhm!? I'm not sure..."

Frisk

That sounded out of place, odd. Possibly not good, they're gazing up as well and scoffs.

AlphaJohnny

Suddenly, the whistle escalates to a sharp pitch, closing in to where they're located that urged everyone to move away. With a shattering boom, a massive figure crashes through the branches as loud snaps and cracking was heard and on top of that, the impact alone from being close to the blast zone would knock back the unlucky ones away from the portal. An eerie silence soon settles in, should everyone choose to look at what happened, they'd see someone towering over the portal, ignoring those around them.

Paul

The mushroom scrambles up to his feet and stands up, absolutely surprised and baffled in disbelief. It would seem that Aster hadn't convinced them at all...In fact, where were they?

Sela

She hadn't quite thought to move until last second, but managed to put a good short distance between her and the launched figure before the force promptly knocked her off her feet, sending her briefly through the air before landing on her feet, hand falling to the ground and claws digging to slow her sliding momentum. ... SHe coughs briefly from the dust in the air.

Revak

[Revak instantly threw his hands forward, blasting fire to propelling himself backwards out of the way and skidding to a halt, feet and claws digging into the dirt.] [He looked up, eyes squinting at the shadow through the dust that'd been kicked up.] * ...What in multiple worlds...?

Lilith

[* OK LARGE INCOMING. Lilith is quick to move away from the landing point and summons another bone from the earth in order to keep herself from being blown away(also having to hold onto her hat during the shockwave). Slowly, she would open her eyesockets, looking up at... oh hello tall being who may or may not be friendly.]

Frisk

Leaping away, Frisk makes a swift landing on their toes and shut their eyes to halt excess dirt and debris from moving into their eyes. Their feathers moved to veil their entire face, protecting it as a whole.

Samga

Samga rubbed the bridge of his snoot in annoyance. He remembered being around someone who had held 7 Souls before.. a Chara, specifically. It was a wonder he was on their good side. Though hearing the fact that Johnny had absorbed 5 souls, meaning he had 6 souls jam-packed inside his flowery body... He growls softly and then winces at the yelling Demon nearby. Then came the whistling, and the commotion followed soon after. His attention turned to the source, the figure towering over the portal. "... I'm guessing this is a one-way trip..?"

Mina

Mina is just standing there, waving her hand in her face from getting the dust outta her face. Fuckin'...

Paul

"...J-Johnny...?"

AlphaJohnny

The dust soon clears, revealing their whole appearance in detail. There wasn't an ilk of a response to Paul's question however as the titan abruptly darts his right arm to snatch the portal, with little to no regard to check his surroundings. The opening in question starts to writhe in his grasp, with only a brief word from Johnny to utter, "...Disgusting." before suddenly crouching back down to his knees then takes off, the exhaust expelling a massive amount of smoke as their exit had all but been too noticeable by now.

Revak

[Revak's expression could be compared to a blank slate, deadpan being the barest minimum description for his current state of mind.] * ...So I'm gonna assume going home isn't an option now.

Lilith

"Not in the slightest.." [* The bone is dispelled once more as she regains her composure.](edited)

Samga

Samga's eyes stared up at the towering titan grabbing at the portal that had dropped everyone off into this new world. He took the entire portal in his grip and absconded back to the top of the tower that he had emerged from. Samga's eyes hood halfway in half annoyance and half dismay. "... HEEEEEEEEEEEEY!" Samga shouts out, trying to call out to the giant. Yet try as he might, the attempt would fall on deaf ears. ".... Rgghh..." he groaned and turns to Paul, "Who's the Big Boy?"

Paul

"I...I don't believe it. He just-..." Paul huffs in disbelief, shaking his head before looking back to Samga, growing ever so worried. "...That was Johnny."

Revak

[...That... was......?] [Revak now wore a strained smile, one that screamed "i have completely lost control of my life".] * ........why.

Samga

"...." Samga took in Paul's words carefully. *That's Johnny? How did he get so beastly? He was hardly recognizeable, but the TV face seems like it'd only be worth it if he had unlimited access to TV channels. He takes in a deep breath, looks like another day of adventure for him.."Looks like he had one helluva growth spurt."(edited)

Frisk

"Ah man." Uncovering their eyesight, Frisk becomes stunned, standing back up and tightening their grip. Their least concern was the mess left around, it's settled that Johnny's definitely a threat; with how gigantic and powerful he seemed at first glance. They stared around, gawking and gritting their teeth afterwards. "Was it really? As in, batta' swing? I'm... not sure what to think." At a loss for words, really.

Lilith

[* Oh yeah. This day. Was going to be HELL. Should their friend make it so which was.. quite likely. Lilith sighed and rubbed a gloved hand down her cracked muzzle. What was this day becoming anymore?..] "....Anyone here have any bright ideas to go about this yet? [* Wow straight to tactics already Lilith sheesh.]

Happy

Happy stood mouth wide open at the sight of what just happened. And then he yelled in a burst absolute anger. * DID HE HAVE TO FUCKING DO THAT OUT OF ALL THINGS!? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN TO CORRUT WHAT HAPPENED!? He put his vines on his head in an exaggeratedly irritated manner.

Paul

"Hmm...I...Guess we should go talk to him? I just wanna figure out why he's bein' so sudden about this. One second we're just settling into our normal lives, the next he gets Avarice's help and does...Something."(edited)"...Ughh...This is gonna be a hard time to explain to Mr. and Mrs. Rajotte...."

Revak

* ...Yyyyeah... I think at least a few of us have at least a few words we wanna say to him... [Three, in fact... they happen to be "what", "the" and "fuck".] * We should go find him... wherever the hell he went...

Lilith

"If that's what we're going for, I'd say getting into small groups and spreading out would probably get us to that point faster. Assuming everyone else agrees with that idea?" [* She would wait for any ageements and rejections, fixing her ribboned fedora.]

Revak

[His horned head turned to face the skeleton, his mouth drawn back taut in a look of discomfort.] * With all due rescpect, I'm not sure we have a method to keep in contact. That's a surefire way to end up lost and separated.

Lilith

[* She nodded, acknowledging the small error.] "It was mostly an idea to be placed on the pedestal, but you are correct.""Anyone else?"

Sela

Sela comes back to the group, brushing her hand off on the side of her thigh. She looks pissed. "This is why I was so damn hesitant in the first place, now we're trapped in some foreign world and have to probably somehow kick the ass of our souls-roided friend to even hope of getting back. Peachy. I'm glad I ate before falling into this fucking mess."(edited)She's bitching mostly to herself.

Revak

[His claws pinched the bridge of his snout. Sela... had a point. Revak had gotten his ass handed to him in every fight he's been in since he came here, and somehow, if they for some reason needed to fight Johnny, he'd need to win against someone jacked to the nines on SOULs?] [It... didn't feel all too reassuring to him... But considering the portal was... elsewhere, there was no going back.] * ...If anyone has some kind of method to potentially be able to navigate this place, we could do that... * Like, we follow the gigantic path of felled trees, then if the trail stops, we could start marking where we've been?

Paul

"I...I guess but..." Then, as if a lightbulb had suddenly blinked over his head that inspiration would strike him as he looked up to Revak. "H-Hey! Can you fly and stuff?"

Revak

[Revak tilted his head a bit.] * Only for short periods.... It tends to really drain my energy. Why do ya... [The dragon's eyes widened.] * Oh... OH! Ya may be on to something! * If I can get to the canopy, I can guide us from the treetops! * Is that what you're getting at? [Huh... Paul may have come off as a one track mind at first, but the mushroom man seemed to have come up with a pretty brilliant plan...!]

Paul

"Wait just...I think you can be our eye in the sky. See if you can like get on top of a branch and point us there!"

Revak

[Revak nodded, a rather determined glint in his eye.] * I've got this... Just stand back. [Crouching low, the hybrid spread his wings wide, the leathery folds pulsing with magical energy. Looking up above, he fixated his gaze on a perfect landing point... There!] * I'll be right back. [Springing back up, Revak launched himself off the ground with a powerful gust from empowered wingflaps, the manuever hurling him high into the forest canopy... Before using the momentum presented to fire a burst of flame from his hands, propelling him further with minimal magic usage until he finally managed to grab hold of a branch, swinging around and upwards and perching carefully atop it, not unlike a gargoyle.] [Once secure, golden eyes would scour the area for any indication of there Johnny could be...]

Lilith

[* Lilith would watch the dragon hybrid ascend, holding onto her hat so it wouldn't fly away with the gust. This wasn't a bad idea either. Cool respect points for the mushroom guy. Now all they had to was just sit back and wait for a little more insight.]

Paul

What tipped off Revak's insightful vision would be the fact he could now definitely see a tall...Tree of all things, with a building smack dabbed on top of it, as if itself was serving as a tower. "Hey! What do you see up there?!" Paul would call out, having decided to cup both hands to his mouth in an imatation of a megaphone.

Revak

[....Now that was certainly something that stuck out... Taking note of the location of the nigh colossal tower in the distance, he'd look down at the others and try to listen.... to what felt like an inquiry of what he saw...?] [...He took a deep breath... bellowing as a dragon could, could certainly let himself be heard, but it always hurt his throat to do anything but roar... but this was more important. Loud and clear, a booming voice burst from Revak's throat, sounding maybe as loud as a slightly raised voice by the time it reached the ground.] * There seems to be a gigantic tower overrrr... that way! [A small bolt of flame shot out from his hand in the direction of the tower before fizzling out.] * It's like a gigantic tree but with a really old building on top of it! Was that always there?

Paul

"...Wait, what?! No that..." The mushroom tilts his head down in thought, trying to piece together of what he assumed was linked to the quake they had felt. It was only for that moment was it now began to dawn on him. Johnny himself had created that. And that was where their destination lied. He needed to help these people, as he felt obligated for getting them involved in such a mess. "No! I...I don't think so! I think that's where he's holding himself up!"

Revak

[Uh-huh... so that was it.] * Got it! So we have a general direction! Or at least somewhere to start looking! I'll make my way back down! [Revak was filled with BRAVERY... and tilted back, falling from the branch into a dive before righting himself and blasting the air in front of him to rocket himself to the trunk of the tree whose branch he'd perched. He'd dig in his heels, slowing his descent to a crawl before hopping off the tree and spreading his wings to keep his descent slow before tucking and rolling into a landing, and standing back upright.] * ...There we are... [He coughed a bit, voice a bit hoarse from his bellowing.] * ...we all set...?October 17, 2017

Samga

Samga had listened to Revak and Paul, while Sela started blasting out over the situation which then made him realize... He was starting to get hungry again. His stomach gives off a loud growl and he places a hand onto his gut, groaning. "UUuugghhh.. I should've picked something up on the way here, didn't think we'd have to start traveling.." With a raising of his arms and arching of his back, the small Rabbit would stretch himself... It's then he realized, this was a new world.. does that mean he.. He quickly looks down at his hand and clenches it tightly, trying to ignite it as he would back in the Underground.

Mina

Mina's just been completely dejected this entire time. She's just glaring at everything around her. hearing Sela bitch herself out for slapping Johnny. Please, wait until SHE got her hands on him, she was going to do more than slap him. "I'm going to knock that kid's fuckin' block off." She states firmply.

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