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A Person Who Has Never Played MCSM Writes A Story About MCSM Chp. 18

Jesse stared at his breakfast. He hasn’t touched it. It was pancakes. He loved pancakes, but he wasn’t hungry. He hasn’t been hungry for a while. Everything looked so unappetizing. Everything’s been making him sick.

His friends were all around him, talking to each other as they ate their breakfast, but he wasn’t paying attention.

The Gatherings have been ruining his sleep. He used to hate being dragged to the shrine so late in the day, he hated forcing himself to stay awake as the Visions spoke, he hated giving them so much of his time and energy, but now? He’s adjusted to it. And he hates it. He’ll find himself lying wide awake in bed, staring at the ceiling or squeezing his eyes shut, trying to fall asleep so he doesn’t drift off in the middle of the night, making his friends worry again.

Some nights he’ll be absolutely exhausted. He’ll stay up all evening, his mind and body begging for him to sleep, but whenever he’d finally slip into bed, he’d be wide awake.

Anytime his friends questioned him about it, wondering if there was anything going on, Jesse would tell them he’s been having nightmares. He wasn’t completely lying. The days he could fall asleep, he’d dream of Lukas. He’d always try to get close to him, but something would always pull him away. He’d try to cry out and run towards him, to hug him, but something would hold Jesse back, and Lukas could never hear him. Sometimes he’d watch Lukas get dragged into the ground, or ripped apart by the members of The Awakening, and there was nothing he could do.

Other times his dreams would be another friend. Aiden disappearing and never being seen again, Gill getting impaled, Cassie burning in the Nether, Olivia falling…

Then there’d be the dreams about himself.

They’d start out so normal, he’d believe he was actually awake. He’d be downstairs with his friends, talking, maybe Hadrian and Mevia came over, then someone would brush their hand against his neck. He’d never comment on it, he wouldn’t even notice it at first. Then another would run their fingers through his hair, hold his shoulders, an arm would wrap around him and hold him close to whoever was nearby until more and more hands were feeling around him, like they were searching for something on him. In him. They’d keep touching him, trying to pry his hands open to hold them, they’d tear his clothes and search his skin, and Jesse would be trying so hard to escape that he wouldn’t notice the living room had distorted into the shrine.

There’d come a point where the hands were feeling all around him, and he couldn’t do a thing. Just let them feel him. He hated the fingers crawling across his skin, he hated the warmth of the palms on his face, he hated the touching, he hated--

“What do you think, Jesse?” Olivia asked.

Jesse blinked. He tore his eyes away from the food and looked at Olivia. She looked back, plate in her hands as she waited for his response.

Jesse quickly glanced at his food then back to her, “It’s good! Thanks.”

Olivia frowned, nose scrunching up as she walked past Jesse and into the kitchen.

“You can ask me to repeat myself, you know.” She said, placing her dirty dish in the sink.

“Yeah, sorry.” He gave a crooked smile, “What was the question?”

“I was saying how weird it is that The Awakening’s been attacking our house less.” She turned on the water and started scrubbing. “I mean, not that I’m complaining! I just think it’s odd, you know?”

“They just threw a couple’a rocks and vandalized it a bit, I wouldn’t really call them ‘attacks’.” Aiden said, laying across the couch while Cassie sat on whatever space was left, eating her pancakes.

Stella stood behind the couch with her arms folded, “Oh, and I suppose the time they tried to set our house on fire was also a minor inconvenience?”

“I mean, to be fair, they didn’t really get too far with that. Gill found them while getting the mail and they didn’t even make smoke.” Cassie commented before taking another forkful of her breakfast, syrup and fruit spilling off the plate.

Stella’s mouth hung open, “They still tried to set our house on fire!”

“Could’ve been making s’mores.” Maya added from the armchair with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, stop!” Stella sounded frustrated, but everyone could see the grin on her face. Cassie and Aiden laughed.

No one was really sure if it was actually Awakening members targeting them. With the exception of the men who tried to burn their house down, they’ve never seen who was breaking their windows, marking their house, or mailing them strange, broken relics, but who else had such a burning hatred towards them? It was obvious to them all.

“Let’s be real here, they were clearly intimidated by how strong I am.” Aiden smirked as he flexed his arm.

“Oh really?” Olivia raised her brows.

“Maybe it’s got somethin’ to do with Lukas.” Gill said, sitting back down beside Jesse at the bar table with his third helping of pancakes. He peeked up from his plate and saw how everyone’s smiles dropped. He shrunk, face turning red.

He cut into his cakes, looking away, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to ruin th’mood.”

Everyone was silent for a moment, unsure of what to say next.

Maya spoke up, “He could be right. After we had his funeral, they’ve been slowing down.”

“That is a good point.” Olivia kept her head down as she turned the sink off, “It’s only been some months, but I’ve noticed it too.”

“Maybe they got what they wanted.” Gill picked at his food. He ruined his own appetite.

“Maybe.” Jesse mumbled.

His fingers twitched on the table top, his food was getting more repulsive by the second as a nauseous feeling rose in his stomach. The world began to blur again, and his friends’ voices faded, until all that was left was his thoughts.

This was his fault, wasn’t it?

Maybe the attacks did have something to do with Lukas. Or maybe The Awakening saw Jesse as an actual member. Maybe they didn’t want to attack another member’s home now that he was on ‘their’ side. Why would The Awakening suddenly stop targeting them after one of their enemies ‘disappeared’? Why wouldn’t they go for more? Why wouldn’t they keep trying to tear their home apart?

Jesse stared at his friends. If The Awakening was slowing their attacks because of him, then it’d be best if he drew out his stay, wouldn’t it?

He failed to find out about Lukas. He failed to get information, but if staying for a bit longer meant it protected his friends, then that’s what he’ll do.

He can’t stay forever. He knows he can’t. He doesn’t want to, but he can’t just suddenly leave. What if the attacks worsened? What if they come back stronger than before? What if another one of his friends got taken? It’d be his fault. He’d never forgive himself.

He needed to slowly leave. Bit by bit. One day he’ll arrive a little late to a Gathering, the next he’ll claim he’s sick, and eventually he’ll leave and never look back. He’ll find a way out. There’s always a way out.

There was also that bit of fear, the bit of worry that after he leaves, a member in Obsidian Town will find him. They’ll make a scene. They’ll keep asking him over and over why he wasn’t coming back, and then they’ll spill everything to his friends. They’ll tell them everything. Then his friends will hate him.

What would they think of him? How would they react?

They’d never forgive him. They’d all be so sickened and--and they’d turn him away. They would never look at him again, they’d never trust him again. Aiden, Maya, Olivia, everyone would hate him. They can’t know about this. He can’t tell them. Not yet, maybe not ever. Not until he finds a way out. There’s always a way out. There’s always a way. There’s always a way--

“Hey, are you feeling alright?”

Jesse’s eyes widened and he shot his head to the side. Olivia was sitting beside him, a worried expression on her face.

“You look pale.” She mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” Jesse lied with a smile. “Just a bit tired.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Hopefully we didn’t wake anyone up.” Jess mumbled as he picked up the fallen books. He and Olivia have been spending all afternoon trying to block off the windows and the backdoor. They were trying to adjust the bookshelf, but one thing led to another, and now there’s books everywhere.

“Again, I am so sorry.” Olivia said, hurriedly placing the books back onto the shelf. Why did she even suggest moving the shelf in the first place? It was fine where it was before, but no, she thought it’d be better to push it around and press it against the window. She’d slap herself if her hands weren’t full right now.

Jess slid a few books back into place, “Hey, these things happen. I’m just glad you didn’t get crushed.”

Barricading the first floor has been mostly trial and error. At first they thought it’d be best to block the living room’s window with the armchair and the coffee table placed in front of it, while the backdoor was blocked by the bookshelf. However, Olivia pointed out how easy it would be to push the armchair out of the way--along with the fact that Aiden and his friends might want to access their backyard--so they had to rearrange. Now, they’ve put one of the dining table’s chairs against the backdoor’s knobs, they moved the bookshelf across the floor for the second time, and after they finish picking up all these books, they’ll move the armchair in front of the shelf and finally be done.

Jess grabbed the last book and approached the shelf.

Olivia’s hands were on her hips, she skimmed the hundreds of titles before turning to Jess, “These weren’t placed in alphabetical order, were they?”

“I… Hope not? You know what?” Jess shoved the book into a random spot, “Nothing wrong with changing things up. They’ll be fine. Why don’t we move that chair over and call it a day?”

The two got to it. They pulled the armchair across the living room’s rug, pushed it against the bookshelf, then stood back to get a good look at their work.

Jess smiled, “Gotta say, moving the shelf over here was a good idea. Nice thinkin’!”

Olivia smiled back. She was about ready to plop herself onto the couch and let her aching body rest, but then she noticed the front door from the corner of her eye. It was still unprotected.

Jess watched her move closer to it, studying it.

“Thinking of blocking that too?” He tilted his head.

“Perhaps. We could just use another chair…” She tapped her chin, thinking to herself before her eyes lit up, “Or we could make an intruder system!”

They didn’t have to make it, of course, but Olivia hasn’t worked on a single contraption since she’s been here. She’s so used to having a little side project to keep her busy in her spare time, but in this universe she’s had nothing.

“We don’t want to make it impossible for Aiden and his friends to leave the house, and we hardly have any redstone to work with…” She started pacing back and forth, playing with a strand of her hair as she thought out loud. “Maybe if we make a pressure plate, a trapdoor, and tripwire, it’d be enough to work with. We don’t want anything elaborate.”

Jess took a few more steps back, trying to envision what Olivia’s trap would look like.

“We could make a dispenser! Oh, we could place it over there,” He pointed right beside the shelf, “And--and maybe we could have it fire some arrows! I bet Stella and Gill wouldn’t mind lending us a few!”

“Sure, but I don’t know if they’d let us use the little redstone they have for a dispenser. I’m also afraid that we’ll end up shooting the others.” Olivia had also remembered Cassie hadn't returned from the Nether yet. The last thing she wanted to do was welcome back Cassie Rose with an arrow to her leg.

“Ah, it’s just a few arrows.” Jess said jokingly.

Olivia rolled her eyes, “Either way, I don’t know how effective a dispenser would be if it can’t tell the difference between us and the intruders. Could you imagine if we--”

A sudden knock caused the two to jump back and scatter in different directions.

Jess hid behind the bookshelf. He peeked over and saw Olivia looking right back at him from behind the bar table.

“Why are you over there?” He whisper-shouted.

Olivia sputtered, genuinely baffled over his question, “The same reason you’re hiding over there!” The knocking didn’t scare her too much, it was Jess suddenly taking off that frightened her.

“Sorry, sorry, I was all caught up in the ‘intruder’ thing. Didn’t want us getting spotted, you know?” Jess said. There was another knock.

“But why would an intruder knock on the door?” Olivia asked.

The two blushed, realizing how ridiculous they were being, and stepped out from their hiding spots.

Jess crept closer to the door, leaning forward and peering into the eyehole. The glass had smudges on it, making it tricky to figure out who was on the other side, but he perked up when he recognized that familiar shade of green.

Jess unlocked and swung the door open, a big smile on his face, “Hey, Radar!”

Jess was about to ask why Radar was dropping by, if he wanted to come inside, but he started to see the panic rise, and before he had the chance to reassure Radar, Olivia grabbed his arm and yanked him aside.

“That’s Jess! Jess! Not your Jesse!” Olivia exclaimed.

Radar was clenching his jaw, hugging onto his clipboard, doing whatever he could to hold back his scream. He was probably seconds away from making a run for it.

Olivia clasped her hands together, “We are so sorry about that, we didn’t expect you coming over so early, and--and do you need me to get you something? Water?”

Radar put a finger up, trying to speak, but all that came out was shaky, unfinished sentences.

“I’ll, uh… We’ll give you a moment.” She gave him a small smile, he nodded in return.

She stepped aside, dragging Jess along with her before setting him in place.

“Jess, you can’t just jump out at him like that!” She went off, “You know how he reacts around you, you should know this by now!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry! I got excited, I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t mean to scare him!” He threw his hands up. He really didn’t. He just got so happy seeing a friendly face after everything that’s happened that he could hardly contain himself.

What was Radar doing here at this time anyways? It’s 6PM, that’s like the crack of dawn for him, isn’t it?

“I understand, but please, you need to slow down. He’s… He gets on edge.” Olivia wouldn’t say it directly, but her tone said it loud and clear. Radar’s afraid of him. It doesn’t matter how nice Jess is, Radar can’t look at him without seeing the other, horrible Jesse.

“I…” Jess started slowly, “I could apologize, but…” He hesitated. Olivia held his hands and lowered them.

“I can apologize for you.” She said, “I think it’d be best if you weren’t... In his view.” She let go of him and hugged herself, “I know you mean well. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right. It’s the least I can do for him.” He glanced at the door, “I’ll sit way back in the living room, hopefully that’ll be outta sight for him.”

Olivia watched Jess walk away before going back to Radar, “Hey again, Jess is really sorry about scaring you.”

Radar was fixing the sleeves of his suit, he was still a bit pale, but seemed much better than he was moments before, “It’s--it’s quite alright. I was caught off guard, that's all.”

“Do you want to come inside?” She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to let other people in, but it’s Radar, he’s friends with everyone else.

“Actually, something had happened yesterday and I… I’d like to talk to Aiden. Is he awake? Or Maya? Stella? I need to talk to them, please.” He fixed his posture and placed his arms behind his back.

“Oh, sure! I can get them for you. I’ll be right back.” She nodded before rushing off.

“He needs Aiden.” She told Jess as she passed him.

Olivia hurried up the stairs and turned to the left. She knocked on Aiden’s door, saying his name, making sure not to be too loud. She didn’t want to wake up the others. Though if Aiden didn’t respond, she wouldn’t really have any other choice.

“Come in…” A tired voice called out.

Olivia stepped inside and found Aiden sprawled all over his bed. His legs hung over the edge, sticking out from the blanket that bundled up the rest of his body. His pillow was on the ground beside some dirty clothes and torn papers, so he rested his head on an open journal, where the ink of his latest entry was smeared across the pages.

Aiden raised his head slightly, eyes half closed and hair an absolute mess, “Hey, Liv, whaddaya need?”

Olivia raised her brows at the nickname, but decided not to comment on it.

“Radar stopped by, he needs to talk about something.”

Aiden pushed himself up, his bed shifting and groaning, “Sure, sure, gimme a few… I’ll be right there.” He started combing his hair with his hand.

“You got it.” Olivia quietly left his room and tip-toed down the steps. She got back to the first floor and peaked at Radar, “He’ll be down in a minute!” She told him.

Radar waited outside while Jess sat in the back corner of the living room, flipping through one of the many cookbooks. Olivia decided to join Jess and scanned the recipes with him; she wasn’t sure how Radar felt around her. It’s safest to stay out of his way. She didn’t want to make him stressed.

Aiden soon joined the two downstairs, yawning, adjusting his green top, but stopped when he saw the new arrangement of the living room. He slowly studied the room as he walked towards the entrance, kind of nodding to himself as he took mental notes on the layout.

“Hey Radar, come in.” He opened the door wider.

Radar cautiously stepped inside, scanning the room, “I see you’ve done some… Redecorating.”

“Yup.” Aiden yawned, leaning against the door, closing it. “So what’s up? Don’t mind you comin’ over, but it’s pretty early, even for you.”

“I apologize, but I couldn’t sleep after what I saw yesterday.” Radar fidgeted with his pen, “It’s about Jesse.”

That woke Aiden up.

Radar continued, “I saw him run past my windows. He wasn’t armed, but I know he’s a threat regardless. Were you awar--”

“Yes.” Aiden cut in, “He broke in yesterday.”

“He did?” Radar whispered, eyes widening. “He… Did he…?” He waited for Aiden to tell him more, to explain what happened, but Aiden stood stiffly, facing away.

“Sir, what happened? Did someone get hurt, did you find out why--”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” The aggression in his tone threw Radar off.

Aiden turned away and started heading towards the kitchen, leaving Radar shocked. Jess and Olivia watched from the side.

No.

Jess wasn’t going to let this happen. Aiden’s not getting off that easily.

He shot up from his seat, “If you won’t tell him what happened, I will!”

Aiden and Radar whipped their heads around; a determined and angered look in Jess’ eyes.

“Jess, listen--” Aiden started defensively, “what happened yesterday was out of my control. I didn’t know any of that was going to happen! I just… I wanna move on and find a way to make it up to the others.”

“Move on?” Olivia repeated, “Aiden, it was your fault it happened in the first place! I know you feel bad but--but--have you even apologized to your friends yet?”

Aiden threw his arms out, “I just woke up--!”

“Aiden!” Olivia folded her arms.

“Hold on a moment! Please! Please stop!” Radar stomped his foot down. “Sir, what do they mean it’s ‘your fault’?” He could hardly believe his ears, and seeing Aiden’s guilty expression was making the sinking feeling in his stomach worse.

Aiden stepped back, he bit his lip as everyone watched him, “I lied to Jesse, okay? Remember when I had to get Olivia’s hat back? I told him Stella was looking for it. I couldn’t let him know they were here, or that we somehow found what was left of Olivia. He’d be crushed ”

Radar’s pupils were pinpricks. He didn’t know whether to be scared or repulsed.

“Sir…” He said in a hush, “What--I--I don’t understand why you would do such a thing!”

Radar felt himself shake, he didn’t know if it was because of fear or fury, but he couldn’t make it stop, “Why would you lie? Why would you do that to our friends? To secure the feelings of that--that maniac?!”

Aiden and Radar were going back and forth, neither of them bothering to keep their voices low at this point. Jess and Olivia could hear footsteps coming down the steps, and out came Stella--who froze at the sight of her two friends arguing.

“I’m just trying to help Jesse and everyone else! Things just got out of hand, I didn’t know that was going to happen!” Aiden argued.

“Jesse’s done nothing to prove that he wants your help! All he’s been doing is hurting people and helping The Awakening! He needs to be straightened out first, he needs to get better, even YOU know that!” Radar raised his voice. The main reason Radar and his friends were able to convince Aiden to put Jesse into prison in the first place was because he understood Jesse was a danger to everyone, including himself! Did Aiden think Jesse would somehow become more reasonable the moment he stepped out of his cell!?

A part of Radar feared something like this would happen. He and the others knew all too well how Aiden felt towards Jesse, how he wanted to ‘make it up’ to him, but at what cost?! Radar knows Aiden wants to give him a second chance, he gets that, he does! Aiden and his friends even gave him a second chance. But why… Why did Aiden have to do this?

“How could you put that deranged man’s feelings over your own friends' lives!? He’s horrible! Vile!” Radar snapped.

Radar kept arguing, he kept talking, but Aiden stopped. Aiden stopped listening to Radar. All he did was stare. An anger he’s never felt before was building up inside him. He didn’t shout, he didn’t talk back, he only stared.

Aiden felt his hands curl into fists.

What gave Radar the right to lecture him? To berate Jesse? To act like he knew this situation better than him? That he understood the hardships? How did Radar react when Jesse came around? What did Radar do to help Jess and Olivia? Did he try collecting the items? Try talking to Jesse? Did he try to help them? No. No, all he did was panic, ramble about The Awakening, and cry. He doesn’t get what Aiden’s been through. Jess and Olivia, the stress of The Awakening, Jesse, his friends being furious at him… Radar doesn’t understand a thing.

Aiden stepped closer.

You think out of all the people in this situation, Radar would be the one most willing to try and help Jesse, but no, all he does is accuse Jesse of being ‘ruined’ by The Awakening. Did Radar think having experiences with The Awakening meant he knew everything that’s going on in Jesse’s mind?

He took another step.

Aiden’s been trying to help Jesse for so long, and all he gets are lectures like he’s some damn child. Why? Because he wants to help? To make things better? To get his friend back?

He grew closer.

Radar noticed just how close Aiden was getting. He saw the look in his eyes; he wore an expression Radar's never seen on him before. He saw how stiffly Aiden moved towards him. His eyes darted down to Aiden's hands. They were curled into tight fists; their knuckles white. He hesitantly took a step back.

“Sir, that’s enough.”

Aiden didn’t respond.

Radar took another step back, “Please we… We can’t do this silent treatment right now. Not with something like this!”

Jess and Olivia got to their feet, calling Aiden’s name, but he wasn’t listening. Stella ran back up the stairs. Jess tried to pull Aiden away, but he hardly budged.

Radar felt his back hit the wall.

“This--this isn’t funny!”

Aiden didn’t care.

Radar watched with terror in his eyes. His mind was begging for him to run. He can run. Why isn’t he running. His heart was pounding, he needed to escape, but his body wouldn’t listen. All he could do was watch.

Brenner stepped closer.

The world was starting to spin. Radar shrunk down. Everything was blurring together. His eyes darted around, desperately searching for something, anything familiar. He could make out the vague silhouettes of people, columns, benches. People. There were so many. There’s so many people. Why are they looking at him. Why aren’t they helping. Why are they watching.

They’re on him.

Their eyes are on him.

He can feel them.

He felt the palm of his hands press against the cold wood of the stage. Sweat dribbled down his face as the heat of the redstone torches grew stronger. He could hear the creaking of the floorboards as Brenner came closer. His shadow looming over him.

Radar curled in on himself, shielding his eyes from the people, from the Vision, but he could still feel the eyes. The rows upon rows of benches filled with members, their faces filled with disgust, disappointment, and betrayal. He tried to keep his eyes on the ground. Only the ground. Anytime he’d peek up he’d see flashes of the shrine’s old columns, the carvings, the red glow that consumed the room, the eyes.

Why was he here?

How did he get here? He shouldn’t be here. Why was he here. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here.

Radar hugged himself, trembling as tears spilled down his face. Please. Please he’ll do anything. Please forgive him. Please, it’ll never happen again. Let him be safe. He didn’t mean to run away. He won’t leave again. He’s so sorry. Please.

Brenner raised his arm.

Aiden was suddenly jerked back. He stumbled and looked behind. Maya was gripping onto his shoulder, glaring.

“What the hell are you doing?” Her grip tightened.

Aiden slowly blinked. He turned his head to Radar, who was on the floor, nails digging into his skin as he sobbed, apologizing over and over.

“I don’t…” He started, but his words fell apart. What was he doing?

He stared at his hands then back to Radar. He wasn’t even thinking. He scared him. He scared his own friend.

“Radar…” Aiden tried to kneel down and comfort him, but Radar flinched and hid his face.

Maya pulled Aiden away, her glare unwavering.

Aiden didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t defend himself. There wasn’t any excuse. He… He made Radar break down. He ruined him. He felt like he was going to vomit.

“Radar, can you hear me?” Maya said carefully, letting go of Aiden.

She took slow steps, barely being able to make out his apologies and pleas. “Do you know this place? Do you know where you are?”

Radar shook his head. He couldn’t tear his hands away from his eyes. People were staring at him. He hated the eyes. He hated them.

Maya sat down, the floor groaning under her weight, “You’re in the living room.” Jess, Olivia, Stella, and Aiden watched from afar as she continued, “You’re in our house, in the living room. There’s a shelf nearby, we still got all those books you gave us as a thank you gift, the armchair’s leaning, the kitchen is nearby, your friends are here. You’re not in a shrine, you’re nowhere near one. You’re safe. Nothing can hurt you here.”

Aiden sharply inhaled hearing those last words. His heart ached.

Radar’s breathing was finally slowing. They were still shaky, but they were slowing. With a trembling hand, he felt around for his glasses, which Maya helped him find.

He lifted his head off the ground, his face red, hair ruined, and eyes puffy. He scanned the room as he put his glasses back on. His vision was blurry with tears, but he could make out the colors of Maya, Aiden, and Stella.

“I… I… I need…” He hiccuped, “T… To g--go… Go to…”

“Deep breaths. Take your time.”

Radar inhaled, “Y… Your ro… Your room… Pl… Please. Please.”

“Course you can go. I don’t mind.” Maya was about ready to help Radar to his feet, but Radar had already gotten up and made a run for it, leaving his clipboard, pen, and friends behind. They could hear his steps hitting the boards above, then Maya’s door slamming shut.

It didn’t take long for another set of steps to come downstairs. Gill came in, his injured shoulder banaged, with a confused expression on his face, “Was that Radar?”

Maya sat on the floor for a moment, nodding slowly. Her quiet breaths turned heavy as she stood back up, gritting her teeth, trying to hold back her fury towards Aiden, her pain for Radar. She and Stella stormed over to Aiden and didn’t waste another second. Stella raised her voice, demanding to know what was he thinking--what was WRONG with him?! And each word Maya hissed out hurt Aiden more than the last. Aiden didn’t try to argue--what could he even say? He could barely process his own actions.

The girls were tearing into Aiden, Gill tried to settle everyone down despite being completely lost, while Jess had his eyes on the stairs. There was a tugging feeling in his chest.

He needed to go to Radar.

He had to check on him. He’d never forgive himself if he didn’t.

Jess was about to take off, but Olivia pulled him back.

“Where are you going?!” Olivia asked, getting the others’ attention.

“I gotta--I need to make sure Radar’s okay!” It didn’t matter if it was ‘his’ Radar or not, he hated seeing him--seeing anyone--like that.

“Jess, he’s scared of you!”

“I know, but--” Jess shook his head, “He’s still a person!” He slipped out of her grasp and rushed up the steps. He heard footsteps from behind. His eyes flickered over his shoulder and saw Maya, a scowl and a frigid glare on her face. He didn’t know if she was angry at everything going on or just at him, but she looked mad.

When Jess reached the top, he skidded to halt and quickly turned around, “Maya!” He said through quick pants, “Please--Please don’t stop me. I just… I need to check on him, please!”

“I’m not gonna stop you.” Maya’s brows lowered, “I want to be there for him too. I know you mean well. You can try to talk to him, but I’m gonna be standing by. To be safe.” Her shoulders slouched. She didn’t sound too sure of her decision, but she couldn’t back down from it now.

Jess nodded. There was that part of him that knew he could make things worse. That he could make Radar worse, even if he wanted to do something good. The mere thought of it was already forming a lump in Jess’ throat.

He walked down the hall, Maya followed behind, her long pajama pants dragging across the floor. He didn’t even know where Maya’s room was, but he didn’t need to ask. He followed the sound of sobs, hiccups, and nonsense until they stopped in front of the door where the noise was loudest. Enough light was spilling through the cracks to illuminate a portion of the hall. They could see Radar’s quivering shadow; he was sitting against the door.

The two could barely make out what he was saying. Mumbles of reassurance and descriptions of Maya’s room were merging together.

Maya leaned against the wall and motioned her head, urging Jess to take the next step.

Jess swallowed and extended his arm. He knocked on the door.

“Radar?” He pressed his head against the wood, “Are you doing okay?”

Radar’s rambling stopped. Jess could hear his loud, uneven breaths.

“N… Ye--Yes. I’ll be fine.” He stuttered, “I need--I need to collect myself. I’m sorry you… I’m sorry you saw… You saw me like that.”

“What? No, Radar, you have nothing to apologize for.” Jess said, “What Aiden did back there was horrible. I’m sorry he did that to you. I’m glad Maya was there to help us just in time.” He gave Maya a small grin.

Radar mumbled a weak ‘Yes’, and it was silent for a moment.

Jess’ hands rested against the door, “Do you… Do you wanna talk? It doesn’t have to be about this, we can talk about anything. And--and I know you’re not all that comfortable around me, so I can get one of your friends if you’d like!”

“We can. We can talk.” Radar’s frightened tone didn’t reassure Jess, “I left… I left my clipboard. They’re not here. Talking is… It’s better.”

“I could get them for you--”

Radar cut in, “No, no. No, I want to. I want to talk. Please. Please, I want someone.”

“Alright. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here.” Jess sat on the floor, “What’s been on your mind?”

“I had--I had to turn all the lights on. It’s such a waste. I’m wasting it all.” Radar sniffled, “Maya will hate me.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Maya’s not gonna hate you for using her lights. Has she gotten mad about that before?” Jess tried to steer the talk to a more positive light. Anything to get Radar’s mind to a better place.

“No. No, she hasn’t.”

“See?” Jess smiled softly, “Do the lights help you calm down? Do you not like the dark--?”

“No.” If only Jess could see how wide Radar’s eyes were.

“Is it…” Jess paused, thinking carefully about his next words, “Is it because of… The group?”

“Yes, and--and it’s ridiculous!” Radar banged his head against the door, making Jess and Maya jump. “It’s childish, it’s been--it’s been years! How incompetent am I!? It’s been half--it’s been--it’s been nearly five years, and I’m behaving like a child!” Radar pulled on his hair. He’s acting worse than a child. He’s an adult crying over the past. How can he behave like this? It’s embarrassing. It’s unforgivable.

“No, no it’s not!” Jess exclaimed. Maya was about ready to step in. “People have different reactions to these situations! To memories--heck! I can get real defensive and snappy! It’s okay! It’s not… It doesn’t make you incompetent. Don’t tell yourself that.”

Radar stopped thrashing. He had to. He didn’t want to hurt himself.

He did what he could to steady his breaths, slowly letting go of his hair, “I’m sorry.”

“You got nothing to apologize for.” Jess said. Maya was still standing straight, still on edge, not taking her eyes off her room.

“I don’t think it matters how long ago it was.” Jess brought his knees to his chest, “It still affects you. Something could’ve happened years ago, and even when you think you’ve moved past it, it comes back.” He stared at the floor, thinking of the Witherstorm. Thinking of the countless stormy nights where he laid wide awake in bed, too afraid that if he were to drift off to sleep, his friends would get taken and the world would wither away. He thought about Sky City, about the White Pumpkin, the Games, the Admin. He’s been through so much, he’s faced and defeated so many enemies, he’s become the mayor of an entire town, yet he’s terrified at the sound of thunder.

“I don’t know how or when you joined that… That group, but they hurt you. They’re still hurting you, and I’m sorry for what they’ve done.” Jess hugged his knees.

It was silent for a minute. Radar took off his glasses, being careful with the tape holding onto one of the hinges, and rubbed his eyes.

“You wouldn’t mind if… If I rambled, would you?”

“Hey, I’m here to listen.”

For a moment, Radar didn’t respond. He didn’t say anything else. Then, the doorknob clicked. He cracked it open and cautiously slipped his hand through.

Jess stared at it. Hesitantly, he reached forward and held onto Radar’s hand, and Radar gently squeezed back.

Maya took a step away, making sure she wasn’t in Radar’s sight.

“I joined after… After my mother’s death.” Radar said softly.

Jess’ mouth parted. A burning feeling filled his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was years ago.” His voice quivered.

“You don’t gotta talk about this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s all that’s on my mind.”

Radar’s hand twitched in Jess’ grasp. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

“I don’t remember who convinced me, I don’t think I ever knew them, but--but they were so nice.” Saying that out loud made Radar feel disgusting. Vile. “They were so nice, Jess. All of them. When… When I first came in, they all treated me so kindly, like we were already so close. Like I was a real member.” Radar vividly recalled the magic he experienced walking into the shrine for the first time. The decor, the liveliness, the friendly smiles. He remembered how bright and warm the shrine was despite being below ground. He remembered how everyone wanted to greet him, wanted to know him, how everyone was able to cheer him up and sympathize when he first stuttered on stage, he remembered it all.

“I know it’s--it sounds terrible. It is terrible, The Awakening’s done so many awful things, but they helped me. I--” Radar stopped. He tugged at his tie. It felt so tight. “I’m not sure if the care was ever genuine. Maybe… Maybe it was, or maybe it was a lie I fell for, but it was nice.” He paused, “Other members had experienced the same loss, or they had been left by loved ones, or some just… They wanted a friend.”

“And The Awakening was like a community for lonely people?” Jess mumbled.

“For anyone.” Radar replied. He heard Jess move around on the other side, getting into a more comfortable position. “Any one was welcomed. Citizens, guards, children, people came from all over. It was like a family. Everyone would come in, say hello, talk about their weeks, they’d all hug each other, and…” He swallowed, “If someone ever looked down, we’d all get close and offer our support.” Radar thought back to those moments and how… Unsettling they seemed now. He thought back to the moments he’d cry in the shrine, and how slowly, more and more members would surround him, letting him weep as they held onto him, hugging him, their hands on him as all he did was wept. Radar felt a shiver of discomfort run down his spine.

“Did you have any friends back there before Aiden and the others?” Jess asked.

Radar stopped.

“Just one.”

Jess waited for Radar to add on, but he didn’t want to.

“How long were you with The Awakening?”

“A few years,” Radar replied, “but it felt much longer than that. I always stayed after the Gatherings to speak with the Visions. I helped them--I loved helping them. Isn’t that awful?” Of course it was awful. He didn’t need Jess to tell him that. “Ce--Th--The friend and I, we always did what the Visions told us to do. We’d get so happy when they thanked us. I worked so hard for them, even when I knew how dangerous it was, I pushed myself.”

Radar thought back to the days where he stood before the Visions, proudly declaring his accomplishments, and how the Visions would praise him. Even the days where he’d return torn and bloody, the Visions didn’t care. They wouldn’t judge him. They wouldn’t scold him for getting blood on the shrine’s floors, they focused on him. His abilities. What he was capable of.

“I hardly know a thing about these Visions.” Jess spoke, “They’re the leaders, right?. Were they good? Well, nice? Nice to a point?”

“Until I left, yes.” His grip weakened, “They never cared about the trivial things. My height, my horrible vision, how weak I seemed, they couldn’t see it.”

“They’re blind?”

Radar nodded, “They are. They are.”

Radar’s lip quivered, “They always listened to me, they--they’d let me cry and--and--they’d give me guidance because they believed in me.” He tried to control himself, but tears were starting to spill from his eyes again, “No one’s ever told me that before. No one. They-th--they couldn’t see it. How happy it made me. No one ever believed in me.”

Memories of the Visions were pushed away as soon as they arose. From Mahlon’s kind words, Antonin’s uplifting spirits, and Brenner’s support, any ounce of positivity was pushed back inside the depths of Radar’s mind. That’s who they used to be. They don’t love him anymore, and he can’t love them. That’s not them anymore. He left them. He had to.

“I wanted to prove myself and--and prove that I was worth their time. I--I’d push myself and I was so terrible. I’m still so terrible.”

Jess tried to help him, “Radar, don’t say that--”

“You don’t understand! I miss them!” Radar cried out, pulling his hand out of Jess’, “I know it’s wrong, I know I--I shouldn’t, but I--I’ll… I’ll stay up some days and… And I’ll feel so awful for leaving. The Visions are disappointed and I left--I left--” He covered his face, “They all despise me. I shouldn’t--I shouldn’t care, they’re horrible! They don’t care about me! They hurt me and--and my friends, I shouldn’t miss them! I shouldn’t. I just--The thoughts come to me, and--and I think--I don’t want to think this way. I don’t want to think about them! I don’t want to!” His words devolved into sobs.

“H… How… How selfish can I… Can I get?”

Jess and Maya listened to him sob on the other side. There was a pained expression on Maya’s face as all she could do was stare at the floor and listen.

Jess slowly looked up at Maya, blinking before turning back to Radar.

“Do… Do any of your friends know about this?”

Radar wiped his tears, speaking through gasps, “No, Heavens no. I could--I could never tell them about this--about any of this.”

“Radar, they’re your friends.” Jess said, “They’re here for you, they care about you.”

“I know.” Radar answered.

“If you can tell me, you can tell them, right?”

Radar shook his head, “It’s different with you.” He fixed his glasses, “You won’t be here forever. You’ll be leaving eventually. You’ll take all of this with you.” That sounded horrible, didn’t it? “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Radar opened his mouth, debating on whether to say his next words.

“I think… I think they hate me.”

Maya’s nails dug into her arms.

Before Jess could ask, Radar went on.

“They hate the Awakening. They hated me when I was a part of it--I--I don’t blame them, but I’m waiting.” Radar sounded so weak. Jess watched Radar’s hand slowly come back out of the crack.

“I’m waiting. One day they’ll… They’ll all tell me they’ve never liked me. They were just pretending to. Then they’ll finally leave, and I’ll never see them again.” His voice cracked, “How could they… Why would they accept me? How could they love someone like me?”

“Because they forgave you.” Jess gently moved his hand back on top of Radar’s, “Because you worked hard to change and get better, and they see that.” At least, that’s what Jess believed. He wasn’t there to witness any of this. He didn’t know what happened. He didn’t know what Radar went through or what he was like before. “If they didn’t like you, they would’ve said something, they would’ve made it clear, but from what I’ve seen, they care about you.” He wrapped his fingers around Radar’s hands, “I know we haven’t been around each other much, but you’re a good person, Radar. Anyone can see that.”

“Thank you.” Radar didn’t sound like he believed him.

Jess didn’t want to leave Radar like this.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, no. You listened. That’s all I could ask for. Thank you.”

“Of course.” Jess got to his feet, Radar’s hand gently slipping out of his. He moved slowly, trying to think of any way to make Radar feel better, to say one last positive thing, but nothing came to his mind. What a terrible feeling that filled him with.

Radar began to close the door again, but stopped when just a sliver remained.

“Please don’t tell the others about this.”

Jess and Maya locked eyes, “I won’t. Will you… Will you try to tell your friends eventually?”

“I’ll see.” His hands trembled at the thought, “I’ll rest and… And I’ll think about it. Thank you again.”

And with that, he closed the door.

Jess and Maya stared at it, listening to Radar’s steps grow farther, hearing the creaking of a bed, then silence.

Jess looked over to Maya, raising his hand slightly, wanting to say something, but she kept her head down and made her way to the stairs. Jess followed.

“He needs some time alone.” Maya muttered. Jess could hear the quiver in her voice. “I’m gonna talk with Aiden. I’ll check up on Radar in a few.”

Maya then stopped and leaned against the wall, rubbing her eyes, “Thanks for talkin’ to him, Jess. I mean it.”

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm jesse #mcsm olivia #mcsm radar #mcsm aiden #mcsm maya #AUGUHUG LOVED WRITIN THIS #TOOK EONS BUT WORTH IT #enjoyenjoyenjoyyyyyyyyy #[it is late i shall zzzzzz soon]#fic

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mythical-song-wolf · 4 years

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MCSM: My Warrior’s Tale 2

First Next

“Reuben! Where are you buddy?” Jesse calls out to the dark and empty forest. Monsters should be coming out soon, she needs to find him fast.

She checks the well, a patch of grass that contains a chicken, a drift of pigs that don’t contain Reuben, and finds Reuben’s burnt costume that he somehow removed.

Eventually, she finds him in a farther patch of grass, shaking.

“Reuben! There you are! Want a carrot?” Reuben happily steps out of his hiding place to devore the offering, “I’m so happy to see you, now let’s get out of here and meet up with the others at Endercon.”

Reuben oinks in distress and she turns to find two zombies approaching them. They run until they’re cornered and she fights to defend them both. She tells Reuben to run when she feels her stone sword about to break.

Thank goodness Petra came in just as her sword broke and guided her to a cave.

“I wanna show you something.”

“Sure, and thanks for the save, Petra.”

“No problem.”

“Where does this cave even lead to? A mine, clearly but I’m guessing there’s a few other exits?”

“Yeah, there’s an exit that should get us back to town,” Petra pauses, humming and eyeing her for something, “Weird.”

“What?” Jesse asks, blinking innocently.

“No offence but I was expecting you to be a bit more scared by this dimly lit tunnel, you always came off as sort of a wimp these past few years.”

She rolls her eyes, “It’s not my first time in a cave, Petra.”

“Yeah, but have you ever seen—” She pulls it out— “A Wither Skull?”

Jesse blinks before an awed smile forms on her face, “Whoa...”

Petra smirks, “Fresh from the Nether.”

“That’s insanely cool, Petra! Those can be a surprisingly rare thing to get from those stupid things.”

“Tell me about it,” Petra groans, before putting it away, “There’s this guy I’m meeting up at Endercon who’ll trade me a diamond for it.”

“Hm... Something about this I don’t trust.”

Petra rolls her eyes, “Relax, I got this.”

“I don’t doubt that, but, one, you should be asking for more than one diamond for something that rare. Especially with how tough it is to find a Nether Fortress to find them and how rare of a drop it is. And, two, you know how you need Wither Skulls to make a Wither?”

“You’re worried he might make a Wither?”

“Yeah, for all we could know he could have all the skulls he needs with yours getting added in. He might summon it at Endercon.”

“Or... Ms. Worrywart, this could be the first or second skull he’s getting and he plans on fighting the Wither after it. Again, relax Jesse, I’ve got this,” She repeats, placing a hand on Jesse’s shoulder.

“Alright, I trust you,” She says halfheartedly.

“You know, you could come with me if you’re so concerned about this deal. I won’t mind a little backup.”

“Yeah... I think I will.”

The two of them pass by a crafting table that Petra gestures for Jesse to use.

“I’ve got some cobble and sticks in that chest, you can make yourself a new sword since your last one broke.”

“Thanks.”

She grabs the sticks, leaving the cobble, and crafts an Iron Sword. She slashes it through the air for a bit. Now this is more like it.

“You sure you know how to use that thing? Iron is a pretty big step up from wood and stone.”

“Yes, Petra, I do. Besides,” She says, throwing a smirk at her, “If I’m going to back you up later, a better weapon might be needed.”

~~~~~~

Once they exit the tunnel, they see fireworks lighting up Endercon.

“I can’t believe it, we won.”

“Congrats Jesse.”

“It’s about time we beat the Ocelots for once.”

Petra chuckles, “I’ll say. But why didn’t you join them?”

“Hm?”

“Lukas and the Ocelots, I mean. Lukas formed his little gang around a year or so after you arrived in town. I know you two were friends before that, what happened?”

“Well, I was going through some stuff and I met Axel and Olivia. Lukas is cool with them but the rest of the Ocelots weren’t and I wasn’t going to tolerate that. Since our two groups didn’t get along we didn’t have much reason to hang out as much. Well, outside of helping you on the odd occasion.”

“I never did thank you two for helping me get all those Emeralds,” Petra chuckles, “I remember that every time a bat flew too close you would practically screech!”

“Listen, I don’t want them touching me!” Jesse shudders at the thought, “They’re like the winged rats of the night.”

“Creepers!” Petra points out, before turning to find Zombies at the other end of the bridge, “We’re surrounded! There are too many of them!”

“Jump!” Jesse grabs Petra's arm and throws both of them off the bridge into the lake below, “You okay?”

“Yeah, this water’s cold but that’s better than getting blown up.”

~~~~~~

Jesse and Petra meet up with Axel and Olivia, celebrating their victory. Before the two pairs separate so Jesse can accompany Petra on her deal.

Meanwhile, in another section of Endercon. Aiden is absolutely furious.

“Why are you breaking up with me?!”

“Because, as of far too often recently, you’ve been nothing but an utter douchebag, Aiden! We’ve all told you to get that temper of yours under control but you never listened!”

“Fine! Fine! We’re over, but so are the Ocelots because I’m leaving!”

“Fine! We don’t need you anyway, right guys?” Lukas looks between Gill and Maya, who glance at each other fearfully before shifting away from Lukas to Aiden.

Aiden smirks, taking off the Ocelots Jacket and throwing it into the trash and walking away, with Gill and Maya tailing behind him.

Lukas sighs, running a hand through his hair and walks to the crowd and passes by a butcher who’s about to execute a pig with a dark spot on its back— Reuben.

“Excuse me,” Lukas starts, gaining the Butcher’s attention, “Where did you find that pig if I may ask?”

“It ran in here from the forest. What’s it to you kid?”

“Ah. Well, that’s my friend’s pig, so I can have him back?”

“Depends, what’re you offering in turn?”

“I have some iron and sticks to make an Iron Axe, instead of using that stone one.”

“Hm... I’ll take it.”

Lukas places the items on the counter and walks away with Reuben, “I’m guessing you and Jesse found each other?”

He oinks happily before making a sad noise. Lukas looks up at the sky.

“It is getting dark, I hope she made it back here okay.”

Reuben nods, making a sad but hopeful sound.

~~~~~

Jesse knew it. She knew that guy couldn’t be trusted, thankfully she got Petra to stay with her instead of checking other alleys because she doesn’t think she would’ve handled a conversation with the dude without potentially drawing her sword.

Now that guy scammed Petra out of her diamond, and anyone who’s anyone here should know you don’t mess with Petra. Petra heads off to the entrance while Jesse runs off to the various booths. With that many people it’ll be easy for him to hide.

But Jesse is shoved into someone as the crowd rushes to see Gabriel coming in.

“Sorry—”

“It’s okay—”

“Lukas!” She says, wide-eyed and happy to see her friend.

“Jesse!” He replies with a bright smile, before Reuben oinks and jumps before her.

She gasps, “Reuben!” She hugs her friend, “I’m so glad you’re safe! Did Lukas find you?”

“I did, but technically a Butcher found him first,” He replies, too casually for her comfort.

“Oh?” She says, her tone dripping with a hidden edge and venom.

“I traded him some iron and sticks for Reuben.”

She blinks several times, “Oh, oh, you- you didn’t have to. Thank you.”

He waves it off, “Don’t worry about it, you’re my friend.”

“Yeah, yeah...” She glances around, awkwardly, “So... where are the other Ocelots?”

Lukas coughs— well, more like choke on air, “Oh, the Ocelots disbanded due to... conflicting interests.”

She eyes him for a moment, but he avoids her gaze so she drops it, “Have you seen a creepy guy with long hair and beard? He scammed Petra out of a diamond and now she’s on the hunt for him.”

Lukas winces, “That guy is either nuts or has a death wish to do that to Petra of all people. I haven’t seen anyone like that but I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Thanks, and thank you again for saving Reuben’s life.”

Jesse and Reuben walk away and come by Axel and Olivia who report nothing about who she’s looking for. This is going to be a long night.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #fanfic #fanfiction

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magicb0x300 · 5 years

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MCSM: Zombie Lukas X Jesse (Title: Not Welcome)

Jesse adored the outfit Lukas chose for their stroll down town. It was a white, fluffy long sleeved shirt with light blue stripes. The hem of it slid off of his bruised shoulders, making him look completely inviting.

Lukas's choice in trousers were twice as adorable. Short denim shorts fit him so well, and he himself thought so too.

To top the glorious outfit off, the blonde slid on his lace up boots Jesse bought him last month. With a happy gurgle, he stood up, clasping Jesse's hand in his eagerly, "ready!" he rasped, bouncing on his toes slightly.

The brunette chuckled at the younger male's eagerness, "you're that excited to go shopping, huh?"

Lukas squealed, a long gurgle following after. Yep, definitely excited. "Alright, babe. Let's head out," he smiled, allowing the blonde to lead them to the door.

As they reached downtown, Lukas hummed his faded blue eyes sparkling with excitement, "Uhhn!" he squealed, latching onto the older male's arm, and tugging on it urgently. "Go! Go!" he cheered in a raspy tone.

Jesse chortled, "alright, alright we're going!" he assured. The blonde gurgled happily.

As they got further in town, Jesse's noticed people staring at Lukas with both fear, and disgust. Thank God Lukas was too caught up in looking at cute outfits to notice, to sum it up, thank God he was oblivious.

His thoughts were cut off as Lukas gave a raspy shrill of delight. His hands were holding up a pink crop top, an ocelot puking rainbows printed on the front. The brunette gave a half grin, "you like that one?" he asked, taking out his wallet.

The blonde saw the gesture, and shrilled again, indicating he was thankful. "Alright--"

"Excuse me, sir," a feminine voice spoke up suddenly. Jesse turned his head, raising a brow, "uhh, yeah?"

"I can't have that monster here ," she stated firmly, crossing her arms. The brunette felt a spark of anger ignite inside of him, "I beg your pardon, ma'am, but Lukas is not a monster."

The woman scoffed, "oh yes it is. Look at it! Disgusting!" she shrieked, her expression horrified. She was referring Lukas as an it... how fucking dare she.

Lukas was hugging the crop top to his chest, his expression crushed. He let a shaky gurgle pass his lips.

The woman's eyes landed on the crop top in his grasp, and her expression morphed into one of fury. "Eugh! It's got its grimy hands all over that shirt--!" she yelled, lunging forward and ripping the crop top from the blonde's hands.

Lukas gave a startled yelp at the harsh contact. Jesse snapped, "what the hell is your problem?!"

The woman gave him a look of shock, "what is my problem?! What's your problem? You can't just let a dangerous monster waltz in town!"

"Lukas isn't dangerous! He just wanted to buy-!"

"As if I'd let a putrid monster buy anything!"

Jesse growled, turning his attention to Lukas who was trembling, his eyes filled with blood. The brunette's eyes widened, "h-hey, hey... shh, it's okay, babe... it's okay," he assured, wrapping his arms around the now sobbing blonde.

Droplets of blood hit the floor, and that set the woman off, "get the hell out of here. You and this abomination should be ashamed!"

"You should be a-fucking-shamed for judging a book by its cover," he hissed back, voice filled with venom. The woman simply ignored him and strut away, the crop top along with her, "this is trash now--," the brunette heard her mumble.

The blonde continued to let out strained gurgles and sobs into Jesse's shoulder. "Hey, hey, hey," he shushed Lukas gently, "it's okay, Lukas. C'mere," he hugged Lukas tight.

"M-monster..." the blonde choked, "I'm... m-monster..."

"No, no, no... no, Lukas. You're not a monster, you hear me? You're fucking far from it, alright? It's okay..." the older male assured, brushing back the blonde's hair with care. "Look at you," he purred, "you're still as beautiful as ever."

Lukas gurgled, smiling shakily. "Mmm," he hummed shyly, his cheeks dusted a faded violet. Jesse felt his grin widen, "hey," he began, wiping the bloody tears off of Lukas's cheeks, "wanna go get some ice cream?" he asked, nodding his head to a near ice cream stand.

Lukas gave a soft shrill, "mhmm." Jesse took a hold of Lukas's hand, using his other to wipe the blood on his shirt. As they approached the stand, mothers covered their children's eyes, people murmuring incoherent sentences. The brunette bit his lower lip, his eyes darting over to the blonde. He looked fine, but not as excited as before...

"Afternoon," Jesse greeted the ice cream man. The man just stared, his brown eyes darting to both Lukas, and the brunette.

"Err, could we get two cups of--!"

"We don't serve frozen flesh if that's what this here zombie wants," the man cut him off rudely.

Jesse inhaled, more anger building up inside of him, "no. We both want two cups of chocolate ice cream, please," he repeated, holding out a five dollar bill.

The man have the cash a look, then suddenly his eyes widened. "Is that... blood?"

"It's redstone, now--!" Once again the man cut him off, "that zombie's got blood all over its face!" he cried. "It obviously attacked you!"

Lukas winced at the accusation, and bowed his head, his lips quivering. "Lukas didn't attack me! He was just upset!"

"So he attacked you!"

"Oh my god--! Stop with the fucking accusations!" Jesse roared, earning gasps out of the bystanders.

He took a breath, calming himself down, "can we please have two cups of chocolate ice cream?" he asked for the third time.

The ice cream man didn't reply. Instead, he glared at Jesse pushing away his moveable ice cream stand, "if you would've came alone, I woulda, but with that zombie hanging around ya, not a chance."

The brunette cussed under his breath, shoving the 5 dollar bill back in his pocket. Was everyone an ass or something?! He could not believe this. "Fucking people-" he began but stopped as he saw the blonde trembling erratically.

"Lukas? Lukas, c'mon...it's okay," he soothed, "people here are just... just..."

"No," Lukas whispered sharply, a single tear of blood rolling down his cheek. Jesse blinked, "wh-what?"

The blonde rose his head, blood starting to overflow from his eyes, "no! People aren't problem..." his voice shook, "I'm the problem!" he wailed, backing away from Jesse.

"Lukas, no! You're not a problem! I promise!" Jesse yelled, stepping towards the blonde.

"Yes, I am!" Lukas cried, "I'm a monster!" his voice dropped into a loud gurgle. "Lukas, please-!"

"Get away!" the blonde rasped, turning on his heel and darting off, leaving drops of blood behind.

As he was running, people either cowered away or took out their weapons. An arrow made contact with Lukas's arm, along with another, and another, but he kept running.

"NO! Stop! Stop hurting him!" Jesse boomed, tears of his own starting to slither down his cheeks, "Lukas! Come back!" he pleaded desperately, beginning his run after the younger, but dropped to his knees after the first few steps.

"Lukas..."

A/N: This is too angsty. Should I finish it? Happy endings are always welcome! ❤️

#mcsm #mcsm lukas #mcsm jesse #jesskas #minecraft story mode #mcsm zombie lukas #sads #angst

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lunaraen · 5 years

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For Anon

Prompt: D'you think you could write something Halloween-y (no pressure you can post it in December if you want) for Lukivesse?

This fall's warmer than last year's; her fingers aren't even numb yet.

An apology, maybe, for how crazy it was last time, and while nature doesn't normally seem the type to care about human acts of nonsense, like Witherstorms or the horrors they bring, the ground here was once stripped to bedrock, the trees and hedges and meadows all plucked up just like the people.

For all the good their recovery efforts have done, as amazing as mass-scale building and rebuilding can be, maybe nature's still recovering, just a bit.

Regardless of the why or how, Olivia won't complain. The walk to the hairdresser would be way more unbearable if the weather was anything like last year's, and the wait outside would be worse.

(Time marches on, natures heals, and Lukas's hair grew longer than he ever intended to let it while they were in the portals.

Olivia's half surprised he didn't take care of it himself as soon as they all got back, but he deserves the chance to kick back and they've all been a bit too busy trying to get back to life the past few weeks.)

Their conversation lulls as they approach, lapsing comfortably, and Olivia stretches, stepping away from the door.

Thanks to how it’s made almost entirely of glazed glass, she's also stepping out of the distorted and hazy beam of light passing through it.

Her fingers curl, briefly, around the back of the bench set between the salon and the nearest shop, a cafe with cute sayings written in chalk on its sign and few lights currently on inside, enough to keep monsters from spawning and little else.

"I'll wait out here." It's a wooden bench, making it ten times more inviting than a metal one would be even on a lukewarm night, and the nearest lamp is just far enough away for the lighting to be safe but relaxing, working well with the decorations and much smaller lights strung up around nearby buildings and the salon itself. Olivia's gaze jumps from the swirling patterns on the lantern glass to Jesse, matching her raised eyebrow with one of her own. "I know I wouldn't want to get between you and Lukas's hair."

Lukas reacts more to that statement than Jesse does, his lower lip sticking out a bit too much to be genuine, the brief chewing at it too harsh and timed to be a nervous tic. His arms cross, the pout as overly dramatic as it is pronounced, and she half expects a demand to apologize not to him, but his hair.

"You like my hair." Lukas's tone is as wounded as his expression, and just as manufactured, the brief tremble to it more likely to be due to the way his lips twitch upwards than any emotional ache.

Still, Olivia's amazed he never went into theater.

"And I can play with it at home." She snorts, hand on her hip. "Do you want a third set of hands messing with your hair? Because the hairdresser's going to have enough competition with Jesse on that."

"If it bothers anybody, then I'll just stop." Jesse says it the way a chicken wanders in a meadow; with too much ease and far too much daring. It's a little haughty, but mostly soft, as joking as the way she ruffles Lukas's hair again.

(His bangs are practically covering his eyes, falling from where they'd been combed back before they left the temple, his fingers twitching for the comb he left at home. It's cuter than it has any right to be.)

"Jesse, you saved how many people? How many worlds? You could spit on them and they still wouldn't say anything to your face. They're definitely not going to tell you to stop messing with Lukas's hair when we're paying for it." Olivia considers that statement, because she fully believes it but she's also known Jesse almost all of her life, and that sounds like something that could be taken as a challenge. "Not unless you go wild in there, but I trust you two to behave yourselves."

Lukas and Jesse grin, nearly speaking at the same time.

"First mistake."

They're still giggling and chuckling to themselves as they walk in, bell chiming quietly as they do, and they're dorks, absolute total dorks who amuse themselves better than anyone, but they're hers and Olivia's grinning when she sits on the bench.

They'll never be able to top the queen of the dorks, even if the effort's adorable and they're dorky in their own, less redstone-related and socially-awkward ways.

They pull off cute well, especially with how shaggy Lukas's hair's gotten, soft as ever but getting damnably long in a way that seems to bother him far more than it bothers Olivia or Jesse, who are equally happy to have more to mess with.

Olivia's amazed he never hacked it off before now, using one of the swords they had or even a pair of shears she's sure they came across at some point. She knows Lukas loves his hair, and would hate mutilating it even more than not properly caring for it, but it's been driving him crazy as it is just doing basic, normal things at home or during training.

If he'd had another week of running for his life and trying to deal with his hair falling in his face, maybe he would have given in and cut it. The portals seemed good at inspiring that sort of desperation.

The portals.

On second thought, maybe he did trim it at some point before it grew back and he gave up.

They were gone long enough, and maybe it just seemed like a waste of time.

Olivia rests the side of her head against her hand, elbow propped up on the bench armrest as she watches the string of lights above her tremble in the breeze.

They don't talk about the portals.

Not that they aren't affected near constantly.

There's been a lot of crying, a lot of staying up sleepless, a lot of working themselves to exhaustion to try and bypass the nightmares and lurking memories, but there hasn't been a lot of talking about the portal misadventures.

Or any talking, really. None that doesn't fizzle and shrivel up, pushed aside in favor of ignoring it all together as best they can.

(There are a lot of names, mumbled, whispered, shrieked, or casually said that mean nothing to her yet. It's maybe worse when she does recognize the names, her stomach turning when Lukas screams Aiden's name in his sleep before gasping awake, throat hoarse even before he can curl up and start shuddering with his own sobs, her mind screeching at her that she knew the Blaze Rods were nothing but trouble, that Aiden's threats were more than just talk.

It's awful to hear, to think about, but it's hardly talking.

Mostly, she finds out about portal things through Lukas's writing, rough drafts he passes her way in lieu of describing vocally. Olivia looks over the details with the scrutiny of a trusted editor; she memorizes them the way any concerned person would, friend, partner, or otherwise, and some of the descriptions are ghastly and are burned into her brain whether she likes them or not.

It's fair; she wouldn't have kind things to say about dying.

Lukas still hasn't written about the Blaze Rods, beyond a general, too vague and too passive summary of terrible things that happened in some city in the sky.

Olivia wonders if he ever will. She trusts him, though, to heal in his own way, and she knows he'll write about it when he's ready, even if it's just for the sake of giving the right beginning to his book.)

Maybe this haircut's one of the first steps towards trying to really move past it all.

Maybe not.

It could just be driving Lukas crazy without being symbolic of anything, or it could be the opposite; Lukas trying to force things back to the way they were and acting like things are fine when they aren't.

Regardless, she'll be here.

If he's trying to stuff it all down, he won't get very far with both Olivia and Jesse keeping an eye on him, and Jesse won't get far with trying the same thanks to Lukas and Olivia watching her.

They worry about Olivia too when they shouldn't, when she was kidnapped for little more than a day while they spent weeks and months scared and in terrible situations. They care so much, and maybe she doesn't agree with it, but she can work with them all looking out for each other.

Notch knows they deserve it, deserve some kind of break, even if they have to carve out a space for it between the doubts and nightmares and endlessly crushing work schedules because some nights they're busy leaders.

Some nights, though, they're just doing their best to have a good time and able to try. Some nights, that's more than enough.

The wind shifts again, whistling through a nearby alley and then up into the tree limbs, soft and deep and almost sounding like a wolf's cry before ending in the rattling of crisp and still dying leaves. A chill goes up her spine, making her curl in on herself, one arm wrapping around her stomach as her shoulders hunch. It's not much colder, but the shift gets Olivia to consider going inside, laughing at whatever Lukas and Jesse are up to or making comments about new directions Lukas could take with his hair.

Then the wind slows, and there's not another whistle from the alley.

Instead, two figures emerge, slowly and gently gliding out of the corner of her eye. Olivia wants to congratulate them on their makeup, soft and pale, ask how whatever party they were at went, and then her tongue goes dead in her mouth and she has to make sure she doesn't swallow it.

Because their feet aren't even on the ground. They're truly gliding, swaying side by side, holding each other's hands and looking only at the other. They're not up for outside questions, from the look of it.

Their clothes shine as much as their skin, silver and outdated likely beyond even Soren's standards. Holes that are there at one moment aren't in the next, and with each motion, their outfits grow less tattered and worn, fraying ends seemingly mending themselves as the figures begin to look healthier, happier, skin still never losing its pale, translucent quality even as the tired smiles melt into something brighter and more innocent.

Olivia watches them waltz down the street, glowing as softly as the string of pumpkin shaped orange lights hanging above the salon and the cafe beside it.

There's a melody in her head that wasn't there before, a catchy but tinny tune she could see playing out of a very old jukebox, when they fade out of view, dissipating into little more than brief shimmers of gold. It's as if they turn to glowstone, and by the next blink, there's nothing there at all but an abandoned street and an alley threatening to whistle and howl lowly again.

A leaf scrapes against the ground, tumbling as it passes from one sidewalk to another, and Olivia's...

Well, she's not sure about a lot of things, including if she's the only one who saw them or if what she saw was even close to real. She's not the superstitious type, and all the same she's seen weirder.

But she hopes they're having a nice night. Found peace, maybe, even if ghosts don't quite work well with that concept.

Olivia settles back into the bench, rests her head against her hand again, and smiles as she hears Jesse start to laugh, Lukas spluttering about something. There's a joke, hard but good to hear through the wall, about maybe trying out some new colors, about dyes on sale and colors that could fit him, and in that moment Olivia's found peace too.

#My Stuff #fanfiction #mcsm #Minecraft Story Mode #Lukivesse #Poly

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ask-secretagentsquad · 5 years

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Doppelganger

Hearing that the Witherstorm had turned around changed the whole situation. Jesse was packing faster than he ever had before, and Lukas was right behind him. Now Lukas was in a light panic. However, trying to move quickly he kept straining his wound, and occasionally he felt his chest tighten. He tried to control his breathing, because an attack is the last thing he'd want right now, but it grew more and more difficult as the tension grew.

Lukas quickly explained the plan to the others, and they decided on leaving Petra and Axel both in the apartment to protect the wounded and busy. Leaving Olivia there both Lukas and Jesse knew would cause a few problems for them, but it was a risk they had to take. They wasted no time before leaving the apartment and getting into the van.

"Fucking floor it!" Jesse yelled over the already roaring engine as the car took off before he could even shut the door all the way.

"Wait, what the hell is OUR plan?" realization punched Lukas in the nose and he turned to Jesse with a questioning look.

Jesse's eyes widened and he froze up. He dragged out a long "uhh" before answering.

"Uhm- uh- Well warn the agency of course! They're about to be hit again! And also we've gotta get to whoever this green goggles guy is. Obviously he's.. Important somehow. We've gotta get to him before the Witherstorm does!" Lukas could practically hear the gears turning in Jesse's head as he desperately tried to form some basis of a plan, "Oh yeah! And we've gotta find Ivor! We can't leave him behind again, and he might have information we could use!"

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Meanwhile in the agency headquarters, the mystery figure was sat cuffed in a quarantine chair. Broken glass was littered on the ground around him from windows and glasses shattered by the explosions. His hood, goggles and mask had been removed, instead a blindfold was now covering most of his face.

Ivor was standing outside of the room, looking through the glass window at the familiar man. A couple other agents were beside him, all equally confused.

"That's not him, is it? Did he have a twin? Anything?" one of them spoke up.

"Their DNA matches completely. It's the same guy.. But..." the other trailed off, glancing to Ivor for some finish.

"Hang on, maybe we should ask him some questions first. We can't simply assume," Ivor said, setting a clipboard on a nearby table and fixing his suit.

"It's not assuming! The DNA, Ivor. The DNA matched. That's solid scientific evidence," the second agent said again.

"This doesn't change my statement. You two wait out here," Ivor opened the glass door and stepped inside the room. The man was fiddling with his cuffs, not looking to break out, just seemingly bored. Ivor tugged the blindfold off the man's eyes and blinked in surprise.

"Lukas?"

"Ivor?!" the man, his appearance uncanny to that of Lukas, sounded just as, maybe even more surprised at the sight of Ivor.

"Why are you surprised?!"

"What are you doing here-?!"

"Wha? What are you doing here?! You're the one who took out half the agency singlehandedly!"

"What does that mean? Where are we?"

"What? We're in New York, nothings changed! Why were you attacking your own unit??"

"I was what-? What's my 'unit'? What are you talking about? Man I just got here and got shot at! I was defending myself!"

"What are you talking about? Your new getup? Your sudden... Abilities? What is all this?"

"I- I don't understand- new getup? I get this is.. Sort of a new getup but- Ivor--"

"You killed agents, Lukas! What were you thinking!? You let the enemy get away! You helped them escape, like a traitor! And now you're playing dumb?"

"I- I-.." Lukas dipped his head, a genuinely confused expression on his face. Ivor had a mix of disappointment and confusion twisted into his expression. Lukas didn't know what was happening. Before he could respond again, a large explosion rattled the building. Screams came from downstairs, and smoke began to fill the room. This caught Ivor's attention immediately, and he whipped around. Lukas saw this as his chance and got to his feet, grabbing his goggles and mask from the table before shoving past Ivor and running out of the room. He did his best to get his hood over his head and his goggles on with his cuffed hands, and putting the mask on was even more difficult, but he managed.

His main goal now was finding an escape. As he was running through the halls, he turned down a corner and came to a halt as someone grabbed him by the back of the shirt and yanked him back. Instead of an attack, like Lukas expected, they instead quickly covered him from an explosion that would've taken him out instantly if he hadn't stopped. Surprised, he glanced up at his rescuer only to see the familiar face of the Witherstorm Leader.

---

Jesse and Lukas saw the explosions from the outside, and grew into even more of a panic.

"Oh fuck, they beat us!" Jesse was already getting his weapon readied.

"Uh huh, yeah, no shit!" Lukas yelled over another explosion as they grew closer. He nearly crashed the car trying to stop it on the road, and both quickly kicked open their doors and ran into the agency Headquarters. The front doors were blown off and there was shattered glass everywhere. Bodies littered the lobby room. The entire building looked like a war zone of a one-sided fight.

Jesse ran forwards first, heading to the stairs. Once he'd only gotten halfway up the first flight, a Witherstorm twin was waiting for him, delivering a hard kick to his chest and knocking him right back down the stairs. Lukas, who was heading up behind him, quickly caught him before he could tumble all the way to the bottom. Jesse groaned, sore from the kick, but still got back to his feet. He watched the twin turn and run, heading all the way up the stairs and running down a hallway.

"Catch that guy! Don't let him escape!" Jesse yelled to Lukas as they both followed him up. Lukas made it up first and took off down the hall after the twin. Jesse followed after, until catching sight of the other twin. The second twin spotted Jesse first and ran in another direction, successfully baiting the desperate agent and splitting up the duo as Jesse chased after. The second twin was faster, and eventually managed to get Jesse off his tail and leave him in the dust. Lukas, however, couldn't be shaken. Soon enough the twin began to tire, and slowed just enough that Lukas caught him by the scarf and yanked him to a stop. The force was so great that they both tripped over each other and smashed onto the ground.

The twin tried to get up and run, but Lukas grabbed him by the ankle and knocked down again. In the following tussle, Lukas succeeded in getting on top of the struggling twin and pinning him down.

"Jesse! I got one!" he called to his partner, who was still making his way back. However there was a drop in excitement when Lukas felt the crushing feeling in his chest return, this time worse, and seconds after an electric shock ripped through him. He cried out from the excruciating pain and collapsed to the side, off of the grounded twin. He laid curled up and twitching, as a new figure approached him.

The twin scrambled off the ground and ran right to the Leader, dipping behind him. Beside the Leader was the other Lukas, fully masked, which hid the blatant shock of seeing his doppelganger lying just in front of him.

The Leader cocked his pistol, fully ready to end the agent's life right then and there, but as if on cue, Jesse leapt into the hallway with a yell and immediately began firing. The Leader reacted quickly, moving in front to guard and shoving the other's around the corner as fast as possible. Bullets ricocheted off walls and shattered glass, and the Leader knew it was best time to just leave.

After the Witherstorm disappeared, Jesse quickly ran to Lukas, kneeling beside him and dropping his pistol. Lukas was once again a gasping heap on the ground, coughing and struggling to get any air in. Jesse took him into his arms and held him close, trying not to show the fear that he really felt.

He didn't know what to say besides mumbling light "you're okay"s and "breathe"s, as he was mostly blocked by light fear. He didn't want to move until Lukas calmed down, and he did his best to help Lukas relax. Lukas was clung onto Jesse, almost terrified to let go. His attack went on for a few more minutes, Lukas near passing out in that time, however it did eventually subside as Lukas finally managed to take a few full breaths.

"We.. We need to move.." he managed to croak out, catching Jesse off guard.

"I'll- I'll get you out- but I still need to find Ivor, we can't leave him behind again," Jesse tried to speak over his fear. He picked Lukas up, making sure to be as careful as possible, and started finding his way out.

---

The Witherstorm Leader led his Lukas and the twin out of the building, and down into the subway just outside. He stumbled a few times along the way, but motioned for them not to worry about it. The other twin was waiting by a very obvious hole in the subway ground, and gave everyone a genuinely relieved look.

"Leader!" he cried, running over to the group, "You did it! Oh I got worried-- Ranger, are you alright?"

Ranger, who was a little shaken up but not wounded, gave his brother a quick nod.

"The virus came to my aid just in time,, that other agent was just around the corner. We need to go though, before they come looking for us."

The Leader nodded as well, motioning for the twins to head down into the tunnel underneath them. They listened and hopped down. Once they had went to the ship, the Leader turned around to face this Lukas doppelganger. Lukas didn't waste any time before launching into the first of many questions he had.

"Why?"

He used sign, once again stunning the Leader. He thought for a moment before replying.

"I owed you. You saved me. And my brother. I'm curious, may I ask you the same?"

"I didn't know what was happening.. I'm.. Not exactly from here. I just defended myself, I didn't know you were there as well. But I have to say, I'm glad I did. You just got me out of a tough jam."

"Well, yes. I felt that was necessary. Not only did you help me, you're strong. And.. The first to not try to shoot me on sight, it seems. I'm not normally open to strangers, but so far I'm impressed and, admittedly, very curious. Also, I respect your choice of uniform."

"Oh, yeah, we do look similar in fashion don't we?"

"Very. I like your style."

The Leader halted for a moment, seeming to hunch and putting a hand lightly on his side. His face twisted into a slight bit of pain, but he tried to hide it the best he could. Lukas though, caught it instantly, and knew something was wrong.

"We should go down," the Leader signed quickly, "We can finish this talk later. Though I am giving you the option."

He held out his hand to Lukas, taking Lukas aback. He caught the drift. It was his choice to join or not. He thought for a moment, glancing back to the subway exit. He wouldn't stand a chance on his own, and he knew that.

Still with a slight bit of hesitation, he took the Leader's hand. For a moment, the Leader was once again pleasantly surprised.

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mcsmxreadercollection · 6 years

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For the Dialogue prompt: 6 with Petra and Werewolf Reader? Reader has enough control to not hurt anyone accidentally but kept it a secret due to not being sure how Petra will react to knowing about their curse.

Petra X Werewolf!Reader: Protect

Prompt 6:“You say hulking monstrosity I say large bear-dog with questionable morals”

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No, this couldn’t be happening.

You had always prided yourself on your control over youraccursed ‘gift’, shielding it from the world around you content with theknowledge that so long they didn’t know it would be fine, for both those inyour life and yourself. And yet withthis perpetual secret came the fear of being found out; it was painful to keepit a secret from everyone you cared about, much less for the very person youloved the most but it was a precaution you had to take – you weren’t preparedto see anyone hurt at your hands simply for letting your secret slip and as faras you were concerned your control was enough to keep it at bay, to ensure thateveryone was safe and ever oblivious to the curse which plagued you.

With the Admin’s sudden meddling however, it seemed as thatcontrol was no longer enough to last as you unfortunately came to find out.

You knew that clock of his was going to cause trouble themoment it switched the world around you from day to night, basking everythingaround you in a darkness only the moon was able to permeate, however it wasn’tuntil a wave of mobs made their appearances known that the seriousness of thesituation truly sunk in.

Beacontown residents zipped past you in panic as mobs tookadvantage of the towns now non-existent security, flooding past the damagedexterior and lumbering after the terrified people; you cursed yourself for nothaving your sword with you as you attempted to direct everyone to safety, gazescanning past each building in the hopes that you’d be able to spot yourfriends to make sure that everyone was okay as you tried to keep a fairdistance away from the growing number of hostile enemies. You could make outJesse clambering through the fray of zombies, sword making quick work ofeliminating each wave that pushed forward, and not too far from him you couldspot the older Jesse twin, working in tandem with Lukas to take down thestraying mobs with bows and arrows attempting to stop as many from getting inas they were able to.

You breathed a relieved sigh at the sight of the trio andcalled out to them, watching them spin to face you in the midst of fighting. “(Y/N)!You’re okay!” Jess cried, drawing out another arrow to take down the zombiegetting too close for comfort as you yelled back to them.

“Yeah, I’m fine! But where are the others?!” it was hard to make them out over the roar ofthe mobs but you were fortunately able to hear Jesse as he responded, soundingutterly breathless from the exertion.

“They’re okay! Radar, Jack and the others are guidingeveryone back to safety!” whilst you were relieved to hear that the rest ofthem were okay you felt unease well up in you as you looked around, becomingincreasingly aware of one particular person missing from the fight as youcalled out again.

“What about Petra?” Jesse opened his mouth to yell back to you, sword braced to push backanother zombie and yet before the words could even escape him a familiar cry ofalarm pierced the air, sounding off from your left as your heart dropped. Yourfriends seemed equally distraught at the noise as your head snapped in thedirection of the voice

Before you knew it your legs were moving of their ownaccord, desperately seeking purchase in the ground beneath you as you scrambledtowards the source of the noise, brain flooding with all kinds of unpleasantthoughts about the sight you might be walking in on. Fortunately it didn’t takeyou long to find who you were looking for and you all but yelled as you roundeda corner. Petra had been cornered off by mobs, three skeletons and a spider allbut closing in on her as she stumbled back attempting to put distance betweenher and the creatures; she was never one to back down from a fight so seeingher appearing so panicked alarmed you, and with her sword nowhere to be seenyou knew she was defenceless.

“Petra!”

Her eyes flickered over to meet with your own, alarm rife onher features although she seemed relieved to finally catch sight of you, youcould almost say the same if you weren’t on alert about the monsters separatingthe two of you. She was worried, you couldn’t blame her, and you called out toher again. “Don’t worry Petra I’m here!” you flashed her a reassuring smile andturned your attention to looking around for a weapon of some kind, cursingyourself when your search came up empty; however the weapon search was all butforgotten as you turned back from Petra at the sound of her voice.

“(Y/N)-!” She didn’t even have the chance to finish hersentence until a harsh shove sent her toppling backwards off of her feet andyou gasped as she disappeared out of your sight, no longer visible beyond themobs.

The moment she disappeared out of view, panic was settingin, mind running rife with what could be happening to your partner as they beganclosing in; this was too much, if you weren’t careful your emotions were goingto get the better of you and there was no telling what you would do, but as themoments passed and Petra still hadn’t gotten back on her feet you just knewthere wasn’t another option.

Your nerves were on fire with a feeling all too familiar asyou began to change, coursing through you as your body shifted and altered tomatch your new form; hair, claws and teeth made themselves known and youwhimpered at the suddenness of it all, knowing there was little point in fightingthe calling of your curse, and knowing this you finally gave up your resistance.

The transformation was never aneasy process, with energy rippling through your muscles and pain coursingthrough your veins, and yet all you could think about was Petra as your sightlocked onto that accursed scene; her voice calling your name was all that youneeded to here before you were throwing yourself into the fray, breakingthrough the wall of creatures tearing them to pieces within moments. You madequick work of the skeletons, throwing them aside as you ploughed your body intothem in a way that sent them all ricocheting against the nearby wall and yougrowled at the chorus of cracks you heard them make upon impact. It was safe tosay they wouldn’t be getting up as you slowly rounded back towards the spider,claws grating against the ground beneath you and teeth bared in a threateningsnarl as you watched the mob scramble in an attempt to get away. It didn’t evenget far from its spot before you were on it, making quick work of the littlecreature with a triumphant titter, pleased to finally be rid of it as youfinally relented.

You stepped back, slinking awayfrom the fallen mobs as you reared back into a more relaxed pose, shouldersslumping with relief; with the threat now gone the haze clouding you seemed todisperse and your chest heaved as you released a shuddering huff, your new formstill running on the adrenaline of the fight; and yet with your now clear headbeing the voice of reason you remembered the very person you were trying toprotect and your gaze trailed back to where Petra had once been.

During the scuffle she’d managedto get back onto her feet, and whilst you were relieved that she wasn’t harmedlike you had thought you could feel her eyes burning into you, wide and at aloss for words at the situation. “(Y/N)?” her voice was calm yet brimmed withconfliction and you tensed seeing the apprehension in her posture, backtracking in an attempt to make distance between the two of you.

For a moment you consideredbolting – you couldn’t be sure how much she saw so perhaps you could feignignorance and have pretended to have gone for help and somehow convince herthat the werewolf stood before her wasn’t her partner; the thought was ridiculousin itself, but you almost wanted to believe that you could keep the secret justa little longer to keep everyone safe from knowing. Clearly it wasn’t going tohappen and you watched with cautious eyes as Petra began to approach you,eyeing you up in confusion and…awe?

By this point she was rightbefore you and you made no attempts to move, waiting patiently as her hand roseup and reached out to you, now assured that you weren’t going to bolt themoment she touched you, but she paused. Petra was understandably hesitant atfirst, hand just barely ghosting over your head silently asking for permissionand with some effort you eventually closed the remaining distance, eyesfluttering to a close with a content grumble as her hand ran through your fur;her other hand soon followed suit, softly petting the side of your head. By thetime she pulled away you could see the disbelief in her eyes, but no fear – shewasn’t scared of you in the slightest, and the knowledge made you snort insurprise as she flashed you a baffled but somewhat reassuring grin. “(Y/N) thisis…whoa” you would have teased her for her reaction if you could but remainedsilent as she gave you a once over, taking in your form before speaking again.

“This is huge – why didn’t youtell me you could do all of this?” the question wasn’t scolding in any way,holding more curiosity than anything else but the question made you whimper solemnlyunable to explain yourself.

You’d always been scared aboutwhat would happen if you’d ever breathed a word of your curse to anyone else,knowing full well what people could be capable of when they were in fear andsure that if they saw what you could become it would never end well for anyoneinvolved. Bowing your head you keened, the solemnness in your voice apparentlyconveying all you wanted to say as she spoke for you.

“You were…worried?”

You didn’t need to speak toconfirm her suspicions and she sighed. “(Y/N) you…I can get why you didn’t tellus, tell me, but I don’t want you tofeel like you have to keep things like this a secret – you just saved me backthere when you could have done nothing; I’m sure that deserves some credit” aftera few moments of pause she once again brought a hand to rest against the sideof your head, thumb brushing along the outline of your ears. “It’s okay” younever coined Petra as the soothing type, but the slow brush of her fingersrelaxed you, and although it took some getting used to the touch in such anunfamiliar form you gradually leaned more ardently into her hand, ears droopingback and tail idly strumming behind you with a somewhat pleased and contentrumble.

For a few moments you stayedlike that, comforted by her reassurance but eventually you knew you had tomove, so with a gently nudge of your head she let her hands slip away, andwhilst you already missed the comfort of her touch you took a step back and preparedyourself for the change back.

The shift back was significantlyeasier, far less painful compared to the initial transformation as you feltyourself grow small, growing back into your original body and you stretchedyour aching joints with a whine; your clothes were frayed and now hung loosefrom being stretched and you were sure that they wouldn’t be worn any time inthe future however you paid no mind to it in favour of finally being able toreply. “So…you’re not scared that I can turn into some hulking monstrosity?”

“You say hulking monstrosity Isay large bear-dog with questionable morals” you barked out a laugh at that,muffling it with one hand at the phrasing.

“That, uh, that’s a new one; butstill, I’m glad” you chuckled, relief flooding through you as she clapped ahand onto your back, pulling you against her side.

“Well I’m glad that you’re glad –you don’t need to be afraid to tell me anything from now on, okay? I’ve gotyour back” your cheeks burned but you smiled nonetheless, a gesture which she returnedwith a charming smile of her own as you leaned into her touch.

The peace didn’t last for longbefore a chorus of voices broke you out of the moment and you both turned intothe direction of the noise, clearly making out the sound of your names beingcalled by Jesse and the rest of your friends and you tensed remembering thesituation everyone was wrapped up in. “Maybe we should get going; see if theyneed any more help” you muttered, reluctantly pulling away although you stillstuck close to her side as she sighed.

“Yeah we should” Petra pausedfor a moment before adding as an afterthought “But once this is all over I wantto know more – this is too cool not to have some questions”

You couldn’t blame her, had theroles been reversed you’re sure that you’d definitely have a few queries ofyour own. “That sounds like a deal” as you replied the pair of you turned backto the direction of the voices, catching sight of the Jesse twins as they cameinto view not too far from the direction you had come from, looking utterlyspent but relieved to spot you two as they eagerly waved you over.

With a deep breath it was yourturn to place a hand on Petra’s back, nodding assuredly up at her as you both movedto join the rest of the group, set to figure out where things were going to gofrom here.

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jealousy anon here to resubmit!! along with gray saber kamui and conrad can i ask you to do jealous lukas forsyth and python too?? ALSO DONT STRESS CHELL YOURE DOING GREAT WITH YOUR HEADCANONS!!

AHH BLESS YOU DARLING ANON!!! ; u ; You are so kind and ilu!!!

As mentioned in my initial post, I shall add Berkut here as well~

ALSO I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THE HECK THIS TURNED INTO BASICALLY 8 MINI ONE-SHOTS BUT ALAS I DO HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

Wondering what he must have done to have Lady Luck frown so deeply upon him, Gray would only be seeing green as he watches you and Alm train–and no, he is not referring to the color of his childhood friend’s hair. Priding himself on his swordsmanship–which he feels could rival with, or even surpass the aforementioned leader of the Deliverance by a few notches–he would feel a deep, burning jealousy over you not only spending time with Alm, but looking so awed by the technique that he demonstrates to you.

Before he knows it, he’s storming off to the designated training grounds at camp, dragging Tobin and/or Kliff along, thinking it would be better to work out his frustration this way–certainly better than approaching you or Alm and saying/doing something out of stupid impulse. Besides, if anything, seeing you and Alm train would offer plenty of encouragement for him to hone his swordsmanship. Though, if Tobin and/or Kliff are there, he would find a peace of mind once either of the two inevitably confront him over his sour mood, which would most likely occur after a particularly aggressive training session.

When he’s completely alone and exhausted from spending nearly the entire day giving it his all, his body would stiffen when he hears the curious tone of your voice calling out to him. Immediately, he would straighten out his posture, puffing out his chest while sporting a cocky grin as he waves you over. “Hey babe! How’s it goin’? You should’ve been here earlier ‘cause you missed some a-ma-zing sword handling–hell even Alm couldn’t have pulled some of these tricks off” However, when he sees your apologetic expression, matched by the way you would say “I heard you were upset.”

Expect immediate denial, an overcompensated jovial smugness that attempts to ease your worries and cover his wounded pride. However, considering how much he insists that you come to him whenever you’re feeling down and to be as open as possible, he definitely didn’t want to be a hypocrite. Letting out a sigh as his shoulders slump down, he would look at you with a sheepish grin as he remarks, “…Well, not that you mention it…”

Upon coming clean, he would confess, “–so just looking at Alm, seeing how happy you looked being with him, I just thought ‘Well, what more can this guy have? I mean, isn’t hero of Zofia enough?’ But I know that ain’t the way to look at things, especially when it comes to you.” Letting out a bittersweet chuckle, he would joke, “Maybe I should’ve worked on my attitude instead of my swordsmanship. I’m sorry, babe. You’re way too good to me and Alm’s my friend, not my enemy.” His arms parting open for an embrace, he would look at you with a genuinely apologetic eye as he asks, “Can ya’ forgive this handsome fool of yours?”

For Saber, the tavern is a sanctuary in which he may seek comforting pleasure in the form of a frothy mug of ale. On this day, however, he only found a pestering jealousy that gnawed at him throughout the night. Gulping down drink after drink, he cast a wary eye towards where Jesse had led you off to strike up conversation, flirting with you heavily while not-so-subtly hinting at joining him in his room later tonight. As it stands between both you and him, your relationship was still up in the air–remaining on the more casual and physical side–and he knew it wouldn’t be right to put some sort of claim on you. However, the more he sees what looks to be you falling susceptible to Jessie’s charming advances, the more he simply cannot stand, which prompts the following to occur.

As Jesse was about to go on about the dexterity of his fingers, he would be interrupted by an amused Saber pressing a firm hand upon his shoulder. “What’s this now about dexterity? This before or after you fumbled and dropped your sword while we were fending off those damn Terrors yesterday?” While Jesse would huff and immediately try to fluff up the truth, you would notice Saber lingering close by your side, a dominative air exuding off of him.

Eventually, it comes down to Saber and Jesse agreeing to settle things in a friendly yet competitive spar. Considering that the latter would have been waiting on his sword to have been forged into a much more fortified weapon, he would have left you and Saber alone, but not before winking at you with the flirtatious remark of “Your handsome rogue will show you what he’s made of, sweetness~”

“Thought he’d never leave,” Saber would mumble under his breath, shaking his head with slight exasperation. At your amused quip of him looking quite pleased, he would only smirk in return, his eye half-lidded while he looks your way. “What can I say? I may be too old to tolerate a lot of bullshit that youths get up to, but what won’t change is once I have my sights on something, I don’t let go so easily–money be damned.” Seeing your astonished expression, he would chuckle, bringing a hand to cup your chin as he would then purr, “And you can damn well bet that I’d fight any man who would even consider having you.”

Leon may have eyes only for Valbar, but nothing else ever goes unseen by him, especially with how watchful his vision is. For instance, on this particular afternoon at camp, he could tell that Kamui was feeling some sort of way, if only because the sellsword’s eyes were open wide. As opposed to being shut, his eyes were practically bulging by how he was boring holes into the back of Atlas’s head. The behemoth of a villager was currently standing behind you, his hands secure over yours while he taught you the proper way to chop wood–oh, and wielding an axe correctly, should a dire situation call for it

Noting the tense, rigidness of Kamui’s form, an amused grin would slide onto Leon’s features–it was clear that he was seeing green, considering he had a not so hidden crush on you. Though, knowing his friend’s laidback, almost non-confrontational–until money was involved of course–personality, Leon knew that Kamui would just be wallowing in his own frustration and not doing anything about this situation. Which, in that case, would make for an utterly boring spectacle. Chuckling to himself, Leon would proceed to fetch a feather and paper in hopes of spicing things up.

As for you, your arms would be feeling weary from repeated use of the ax. However, you can’t help but smile over Atlas looking so happy as he picked up and marveled over every chopped log of wood you cut together, just before he carried them away to bring to Mae and Boey, with the two wanting to practice their fire magic. Though, whatever sense of ease you felt would quickly turn to alarm by Leon’s cry of “Look out!”. You would barely fathom the arrow that whizzes right for you, especially by how quickly you hear the panicked grunt of your name before you’re suddenly pushed to the ground, warmth enveloping around you protectively as you’re drawn close to Kamui’s chest.

You would feel heat rush to your own face as you feel his hand rest upon your back, his voice worried and his eyes gazing down at you with concern. “H-Hey, you good? You’re not hurt, right?” Though you assure that you’re well, he wouldn’t feel inclined to let you go just yet, holding onto you for a few more minutes before he lets go to help you up, all the while he chews out a sheepish looking Leon. As this occurs, however, your eyes are drawn to the nearby pile of chopped wood, with one of the blocks sporting the arrow that had been lodged into it. Though, most curiously of all is the note that seems to be attached to the arrowhead.

While Kamui was ready to go approach Leon and scold him upfront, he is stopped by sound of your voice. “Yeah? What’s up?” he would query while spinning around to face you, only to pale when he sees you holding up a note that contains the message of “Kamui looks to be down~ Maybe you could do something about it? I think you’re the only one who can cheer him up!” that is written in Leon’s stylistic cursive handwriting. Hearing the archer practically cackle with glee from afar, he would feel his face grow hot and red from embarrassment. Though he would feel anger towards Leon, he would find it impossible to do with you standing right in front of him. Thus, it would be his turn to express sheepishness while he scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah…about that…”

Save for his family and befriending Valbar and Leon, this is the first time in a while since he has felt some form of romantic attachment, he would confess after leading you to a more secluded area in camp. As for his jealousy–not just between you and the cheerful tenderness of Atlas, but with the flirtatious mannerisms of Jesse, the rouge charm of Saber, the elegant sweetness of Conrad–he would mention how he felt inadequate by comparison. “Being a nomad ‘nd everything, I’ve gotten used to just moving around aimlessly. But then you came around, and suddenly…” Slowly, his eyes would peer right into yours, his gaze shy yet affectionate. “…all I wanna do is just stay wherever you are, even if–hell, especially if it’s just the two of us.”

Saber may have an eye patch, but Conrad dons a mask fitting for a gallant knight, especially the one who is fully and utterly devoted to you as your lover. Still, he cannot help but feel antsy whenever he sees you eagerly listen in one Saber’s countless tales from his mercenary days right by the fire set up for tonight’s camp, of which are peppered in with excessive profanities and the casually uttered yet filthy recollections of previous one night stands. Your boyfriend would be aghast how you could stand to listen in on every sordid detail, let alone look entertained by it all. Alas, he would begin to compare himself to the likes of Saber, wondering if cool ruggedness exuded by the mercenary is somehow more appealing than the valor and heroism showcased by the one knight you could always rely on.

However, as self-conscious as he become, he wouldn’t allow himself to wallow in pity. Instead, he would spring to action–literally, by the way he hurries over to where you and Saber are, right as the latter was stroking his chin fondly while recounting a wild night at a Mila. You would feel alarmed at first when he announces that he must speak with you, urgently. Considering that he would be wearing his mask as he does this, you assume that something serious is at hand and are quick to follow him–but not before bidding Saber farewell, who only waves with an all too-knowing grin on his face as he sees Conrad immediately reach for your hand with a firm grip.

Your lover would lead you to the furthest part of camp–or even beyond to a nearby forest clearing/flower garden. Your questions about what was so urgent would be met with responses that–while vague–are spoken with assurance, even if you could catch glimpse of his face reddening, with a blushing, flustered face being his tell-tale sign for whenever he was fibbing. At last, once the two of you are completely alone, he reveals what he was in such dire need of your attention: his hands cupping your cheeks so he may eagerly capture your lips with his.

The neediness he would express is unlike the mindful delicacy he often showcased to you, if just to abide by his role as prince and night. However, when your lips part, there would be a small yet satisfied smile on his face as he hums, “My apologies, my darling. I simply couldn’t resist from stealing a kiss. It is rather scandalous for a knight of my caliber to do so, but still quite alluring, no? Especially compared to that of a mercena–! A-Ahh my mask!” The air of confidence surrounding him would immediately falter as he take off his mask, thereby exposing the deep scarlet hue that has swept over his face. Unable to hide his expression or his insecurities regarding this matter, he would come clean about and apologize for his jealousy, all the while his arms wrap tightly around you in a needy cling.

Upon your forgiveness, he would be overjoyed and relieved. Though, should you decide to keep his mask for yourself, he would do his utmost best to remain dignified as he requests it back while refraining from letting out childish whines. Admittedly, this does give you the upper hand for when the two of you prepare to turn in for bed tonight~

Composure. Composure. Composure. While Lukas often lamented over being seen as calm and collected to the fault of seeming cold, seeing his older half-brother attempt to court you would be the one time he would be in desperation to gain hold of his bearings–especially knowing that his brother is only doing so to show him up while trying to seize some of his post-war glory. The thought of companionship never seemed to be of crucial importance to him, especially before heading to war. But that all changed when his association with the Deliverance led him to you, a close friend of Clair’s. As you initially joined to ensure the safety of your dear friend and the well-being of your fellow Zofians, the passion you exude would just be so irresistible to Lukas, believing that the two of you complement one another perfectly.

Though, the conflict between his views on romance would have caused him to refrain from speaking up on his feelings. Until Forsyth, Clive, and Clair catch wind of this and do everything in their power to match the two of you together. Even Python makes an effort to play Cupid–literally, by the way he shoots love letters forged by Clair at either you or Lukas. The interventions of your friends aside however, the two of you eventually fall for one another–feelings revealed after an exhaustive, vicious battle against a Rigelian squadron with you and him desperately seeking out one another in hopes of the other’s survival, culminated in a needy relieved kiss.

Thus is Lukas’s tight shoulders and strained smile upon bringing you to meet his family, both out of his own desire and out of formality between nobles that were to wed. While thankful that the callousness of his brother brought him to the Deliverance–and therefore, you–he simply would not stand for the shameless pursuit of his older sibling. Watching his brother ask to “hold and inspect the hands of a gorgeous war hero”, insist on giving you a personal tour around town alone, boast how he could spoil you far more than his ‘ruffian of a younger brother’ could ever do and more are what picks apart at this patience piece by piece.

It isn’t until his brother–having grown tired of you skirting around and denying his pursuit of you–becomes so so bod propose to see the finer points of your physique up close over tea is what pushes him far past his limit, especially when he sees your appalled expression. Standing abruptly from his seat, his voice would be eerily calm yet sharp, his tone lower than usual as he rebukes, “I do believe that is no way to speak to someone who risked everything just to protect you, brother–nor will I–the true betrothed–sit idly by and watch you disgrace my fiance, regardless of your seniority over me.” Turning to you, he would offer his hand and a gentle gaze as he smiles sweetly. “Come, darling. I have a far more enjoyable way to spend this afternoon.” Ignoring the hissy outburst that would surely come about from his brother, he would lead you out the room.

Dinner would prove to be quite interesting, as no one in his household–whether family, friend, or servant–would not have seen either of you for the rest of the day, up until when the both of you show up. What would be notable is how…unstable you appear to be as you walk to the table, with a calm and tranquil Lukas happily guiding you to your seat, not to mention how attentive you seem to be with making sure your hair obscures your neck as best as you can~

As opposed to the serious, no nonsense mentality shared by the veteran members of the Deliverance, Python continued to carry himself in a more laidback yet approachable manner–something that you made you drawn closer to him. While this did earn the ire of his fellow soldiers–especially Forsyth–it at least helped the new and younger recruits to feel more at ease while they gave it their all to protect Zofia from Rigel. Still, even his apathy knows limit.

This especially holds true when–after a rigorous battle–he was attempting to mend some strain in his side with a few firm pats of his fist. Though you were a healer, he couldn’t resist the grin tugging on his lips at the thought of some ‘special’ treatments you could administer beyond just magic. However, as he made his way over to the medical tent at camp, his smile faltered and his eyebrow raised over you fussing over the injuries of Gray and Tobin. While his eyes tend to be half-lidded out of laziness, his perception as an archer cannot be fooled. By the way Gray is dramatically lamenting over the excruciating pain on his chest and thighs while Tobin is…trying to do the same, he can tell that the two are hamming it up for your attention, for your touch. A touch that–as an annoyed look etches on his face–is meant for him.

Knowing you, you wouldn’t doubt the both of them, especially since you doted on them as the young new recruits. And they–seeing you as a pretty nurse to receive tenderness that both craved–were eager to make the most of receiving your attention. While flattering on your end, he supposed to himself, it needed to be made clear that your healing touch was not to be taken advantage of. By them at least.

Thus is why Tobin and Gray’s wanton call for your touch immediately stifled upon Python slinking up behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder while his arm wrapped around you protectively. Eyeing the two with a knowing glare, his gaze only became amused once it shifted over to you. “Hey nurse, once you’re done with the kids, mind patching me up– Ahh shit…!” With a wince, he would immediately release his hold on you to instead clutch his side. Seeing your alarmed expression, he would resist from looking smug as you quickly give him your full attention–but not before giving Tobin and Gray one last look over until you sent them off.

Once the two were gone, he would waste no time to shrug off his armor and shirt, all the while eyeing at you mischievously as he would drawl huskily, “Finally. Now then–how’s about you come kiss me better, darlin’? I got some wounds that only those pretty lips of yours can heal.”

There appears to be a disturbance in the Forsyth. Particularly when he overhears you offering praise to the new Deliverance recruits from Ram Village as you help them train. At first, his heart is touched while he sees you–the love of his life–dote on Kliff, Gray, and Tobin, in the sense of watching these youths adapt to being part of the army and, perhaps, seeing you do the same to the family you would build together. However, that tender feeling is extinguished when he sees a smirking Gray exclaim “Hey, watch what I can do…!” before cleaving a target dummy in one swift and smooth motion, followed by your genuinely awed expression and surprised “Wow Gray, I’ve never seen anything like that before!”

That impressed look on your face. Immediately, Forsyth would immediately try to recall all the times when you made that expression for something he did, especially when it came to fighting. While many memories come to mind, they don’t have the same impact of your bewilderment just now, which in turn puts him on edge, his fingers twitching for his lance to earn that same awe from you as well. Glancing back at the four of you, he would only become even more anxious when Kliff and Tobin–seemingly riled up from Gray’s showboating–appear to try and impress you as well with their own fighting capabilities.

Despaired at the thought of him even possibly being seen as inadequate in your eyes, he would spring into action, literally by the way his voice–far too loud and squeaky–calls out your name as he sprints onto the training grounds, lance in hand. With every single decibel of volume he could muster, he would declare, “Stand aside, boys! Let me show you the true, ultimate form of a warrior!”

What Tobin saw was some kind of pole vault maneuver. What Gray saw was the ‘How do you do, fellow recruits’ guy flying and flailing through the air. What Kliff saw was that overbearing, loud-mouthed adult tumbling to the ground. What you saw was your lover injuring himself after trying to pull off an intricate version of a maneuver known to lance users as Tempest Lance. What Forsyth saw–even as his body wracked with pain, his muscles strained and swore–was that gorgeously astonished look on your face, even if it was far more worried than he had ever seen it before~

Despite the pain experienced that afternoon, the fact that he got to spend the rest of the night in your care–both to heal his wounds and his pride–with all of your attention focused on him made his embarrassment all the more worth it~

With Fernand’s recruitment into the Rigelian army, Berkut rarely had any disputes with the former member of the Deliverance. The two shared ideals, especially when it came to respecting the rigid class system currently set in place throughout Valentia. Still, it would be inevitable that the two would clash, even if it was mainly one-sided. After all, was it not clear that you belonged to him?

Berkut was ever haughty and pompous when he introduced you to Fernand, of how only one of fine nobility could result in such an exquisite yet fearsome soldier in the Rigelian army. Fernand was immediately drawn to you, if just because you hailed from a noble family as well, among other similarities of being upper-class. Compared to Berkut, who was actual royalty, he found it easier to speak to you, especially since–up until now–he was the very enemy that Rigel was looking forward to defeating.

Fernand being drawn to you certainly did not go unnoticed by Berkut. While he knew you would dare not stray from him–albeit an empty threat that would crumble if because he would be clinging to and begging you to not leave while angry, hot tears stream down his cheeks–he still cannot help but feel threatened. Perhaps this was all merely the behavior of a spoiled prince, but since when did he let the perception of others–especially those below him in status–affect the way he carried himself? Furthermore, it did not help that you were drawn to his stories from his time spent with the Deliverance, along with insights into Zofian culture and how nobles there compared to those of Rigel.

What would be made clear to Berkut is that he needs to set a reminder, an example of who was the prince around here, of who your heart belonged to. However, this couldn’t be done passively–if by Fernand happening to catch sight of a few little red marks adorning your neck and collar bones. No, instead, it would have to be something that would forever imprint itself in his memory.

This all eventually results in Fernand looking to invite you for a friendly chat over tea. He would enter your study, making his presence known as he steps inside, only to become utterly speechless, his voice left a stammer and his face a deep, hot shade of scarlet at what he sees transpiring upon your desk. Immediately, he is stammering out his whole-hearted apologies both to an equally flustered you and a smirking Berkut before he quickly makes his exit, shutting the door behind him. “Victory is truly sweet, no? You would agree, don’t you, my dearest?” He would hum haughtily before turning his attention back towards you, his gaze full of desire as he purrs, “Though, none could even begin to compare to the taste of your lips.” Chuckling darkly, he would proceed to indulge himself further~

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Rebel of Sky City Ch. 15

I just wanted to say how much I appreciate everyone who had read and enjoyed this story. Whether you review frequently, seldom or not at all, whether you leave kudos (in the case of AO3) or not, whether you read at every update or if you just read this for the first time, all of you are awesome! Your feedback and support in any form really makes my day! Thank you all so much! I hope I can continue to write to your enjoyment!

In other news, you know those chapters that have a really short section of your outline where you know what happens but you can’t seem to figure out the details because it’s almost entirely just a talking scene? Yeah, that’s this chapter.

I’m still looking for input regarding my next project. Please see the notes in chapter 11 for details.

Chapter Fifteen

Petra tried her hardest to keep herself from counting the number of lines in the stone and iron that made up her cell. She absolutely refused to do anything that boring to pass the time. Who knew how long she was going to be down here?

She sighed, blowing a raspberry as she glanced around her new home. It was two blocks by three blocks in size, large enough for her to lay down on the shabby mat that was her bed. A small hole in the corner was apparently supposed to be the toilet. The fourth wall wasn’t made of stone. Rather, it was blocked off by iron bars, allowing her to see into the wide hallway with a single door on the side. They had been led to the dungeons through that door before being split off into separate cells.

Petra tried to look down the hall at the other cells. Of course, she wasn’t able to stick her head through the bars enough to see. The space between the metal rods could fit her arm, but not her head or legs, let alone the rest of her body. The cold stone leeched through her clothing, making her shiver. The guards had taken her uniform away, leaving her only in civilian clothes.

As if losing her position in the Guard was a big concern at the moment.

“Did you really live in one of these for ten years, Milo?” she called to the older man down the hall. She heard the rustling of movement. “I can’t imagine.”

“Well, it is a prison,” he replied, his voice echoing down the hall. “It’s not supposed to be comfortable, is it?”

“I guess not.” Petra waited, hoping for a response from her second companion. Nothing came. She sat down at the corner to the right, straight up against the bars. “Lukas? Are you all right?”

There was a long moment of silence, and Petra was pretty sure he was ignoring her. She didn’t blame him. It was perfectly understandable if he was. But then, a quiet whisper echoed through the room.

“How long have you known?”

Petra pressed her forehead against the bars. She didn’t need to ask what he was talking about.

“Since I finished my Guard training,” she answered. “The Founder introduced her to all of us when we became official.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Lukas asked, his voice raising a little. “I thought I was your best friend. We tell each other everything.”

“We are! I was planning on telling you, but Jesse made me promise not to.” Petra banged her head against the bars a bit. “You should’ve seen her face when I told her she should tell you the truth. She was terrified you would, well…”

“That I would what? Get angry? Wonder why my girlfriend and best friend would keep secrets from me?” Petra heard Lukas sigh, and she wish she could see his face. “Well, guess what? I am angry!”

“Lukas, Jesse didn’t want to hurt you—”

“You know, it makes sense, doesn’t it? Jesse said her mother was controlling, just like The Founder. She doesn’t know normal things but she’s an expert crafter. She’s even mentioned having a tutor!” His steps echoed off the stone walls of the prison, and Petra could just imagine him pacing. “A tutor for what? Who else would even need a tutor but The Founder’s daughter! Heck, Jesse even looks like her!”

“Lukas…” This time is was Milo trying to pacify his son, but Lukas went on regardless.

“How could I be so stupid to not figure it out! I mean, I knew something was up, but I thought that if it was that important, Jesse would tell me!” There was a bang, causing Petra to jump. That sounded like Lukas had either kicked or punched the wall. She hoped it was the former, for the sake of his hands. “I never imagined it would be something like this!”

“Lukas, listen to me.” Milo’s voice was firm. “I didn’t know about this either, but to be honest I can’t blame Jesse for doing what she did. She was trying to get out from under The Founder’s iron fist, just like we have been. And I truly believe that she wasn’t spying for her mother.”

“Yeah, The Founder was just as shocked to see her captured as you were,” Petra added.

“I don’t think she was spying,” Lukas agreed, his voice still growling a little. “But hiding the truth is just as bad, isn’t it? Lying by omission?”

“Do you really believe that, Lukas?” Milo said, his tone gentle. Petra could picture the empathetic face he always had when he spoke to his son. “Jesse has done more for us and Build Club than I could ever imagine, and she did rush to try to warn us about the raid. Even before she knew about Build Club, she was always kind to us. Never once has she been judgmental about anything we’ve done or been through.”

“Jesse’s one of the good ones,” Petra insisted. “The moment I found out, she took me aside and explained everything. You should’ve seen her. That was hard enough for her as it was.”

“She’s done nothing but help us so far.” The resolution in Milo’s tone was strong enough to knock down obsidian. “I am more than willing to completely believe in Jesse’s word.”

There was another pause as Lukas’ footsteps slowed to a halt. He must have stopped pacing.

“Look, I’m not angry with Jesse…Okay, I’m a bit angry with her, but I’m angrier with myself,” he admitted. Petra heard him slide down the wall connecting his cell to Petra’s. “She didn’t think she could trust me enough to tell me. I didn’t know she distrusted me that much.”

“It’s less about distrust and more about worry,” Petra said. “Worry about hurting you.”

“It’s normal to feel angry in a situation like this, son.” And there was Milo again, strong and serious when he needed to be, but always gentle when called for. It’s part of what made him such a good father. “Don’t be ashamed of your feelings.”

“But because of that, because of that lack of trust, we’re stuck in prison!” Lukas declared. “And who knows what The Founder’s going to do to Jesse.”

“Lukas, you know very well that we’re here because Aiden’s a rotten, jealous creep.” Petra couldn’t keep the snarl out of her words. “Jesse would never turn us in, but he did. This is all because of Aiden!”

“And now I feel stupid again!” There was a bang, and Petra guessed that he must have knocked his head against the wall. “He’s my…he was my friend. I should’ve done something more when he assaulted Jesse!”

“You and me both, buddy.” Petra stuck her hand through the bars, reaching as far as she could towards her friend’s cell. “Lukas?”

She heard some shuffling, and a moment later a calloused hand gripped her. She squeezed Lukas’ hand tight.

“We’re going to get out of this. We always do,” she said. “Not sure how yet, but a stupid little cell can’t hold us.”

Lukas chuckled, and Petra smiled at the sound of his laugh. “You know, I told Jesse something very similar when we were being arrested.”

Petra raised her voice. “You hear that, Milo? We’re going to get out of here! Somehow!”

“Good! I have no intention to stay in here for another ten years!”

The door leading to the exit banged open and Reginald marched into the prison. Petra and Lukas released their hands, returning their whole bodies to their cells. Reginald walked up to the middle cell and looked down at Lukas. Petra couldn’t see Lukas, but she was more worried about the serious and concerned expression on the Captain’s face.

“Stand up, young man,” he ordered, his voice calm but firm. He opened the door with a creak. “The Founder wants a word.”

“Captain,” Petra called out, putting her hands around the bars to look out.

“I will be speaking with you later, Petra.” Reginald didn’t look at her as he said this. Instead, he pulled out a set of handcuffs and held them out. “Hands out.”

Lukas must have obeyed as she did see Reginald clasp the cuffs and heard the clink of metal as they locked. He pulled Lukas from the cell and started to direct him towards the door.

“Now wait here!” Milo protested. “He didn’t do anything wrong! If The Founder wants to blame someone, Build Club was my idea, not his! She shouldn’t be punishing him for any of that!”

“The Founder will be questioning each of you. You’ll have your turn, Milo.” Reginald gave the older blond a scowl before turning his attention back to Lukas. “Move along now.”

Petra could only watch as her best friend was taken away. She leaned back against the wall and cursed.

Lukas wasn’t really able to keep up with the twists and turns it took for Reginald to guide him from the dungeons to the throne room. The palace was even larger on the inside than it appeared from the outside. They passed a few windows, allowing Lukas to glance out at the marvelous view of Sky City.

Makes that view from the tower I showed Jesse at the faire look pathetic, he thought. He looked back at the halls, which were bare other than the lines of the iron blocks. How do Jesse or Petra find their way around here? It all looks the same!

With enough walking, Reginald brought Lukas back to the throne room. There were fewer guards than last time, and the throne itself sat empty. Beyond it, on a small patch of land with a large tree and a single crafting table, stood The Founder. She was looking out at the bright clouds of the afternoon. The wind made her black hair fly across her shoulders.

She must have heard their footsteps. She turned to address them as they approached from around the throne. The Founder looked Lukas up and down.

“Here he is, Founder, ma’am,” Reginald said officially, saluting.

“Thank you, Reginald.” She folded her hands on her stomach. “Please stand by. We won’t be long.”

“Do you want me to remove the handcuffs?”

“Leave them for now.”

Reginald saluted again and walked away, standing at the corner of the wall where the large opening leading to the throne room. The Founder took a few steps towards him, her eyes narrow and suspicious.

“You must be Lukas.” He felt his eyes widen. How did she know his name? “Jesse told me. She…speaks very highly of you.”

For a moment, the fact that Jesse said good things about him to her mother elated him. Of course he would want the approval of Jesse’s family. He had thought about it when they started dating, but didn’t want to push Jesse into introducing them until she was ready.

That’s when it hit him. This was the introduction. This was Jesse’s mother he was talking too. She had never spoken ill of her, but from what Jesse has said, she was more than a bit controlling. Lukas would’ve agreed with her if he had known Jesse was talking about The Founder herself.

Still, at the moment, The Founder did have control over their fates. As such, Lukas knew better than to mention her governing tendencies.

“Yes, ma’am.”

There was another long moment of silence. Lukas couldn’t tell if The Founder was still assessing him or trying to pick the right words to use. It might have been both.

“I have already heard from both Jesse and Aiden regarding the circumstance that brought us here,” she explained. Lukas forced himself not to react to his former friend’s name. “But I want to hear your version of events as well. I wish to ask you some questions.”

Lukas wiggled his toes in his boots, the only way he could fidget without her noticing. “I will answer what I can, ma’am.”

“Good,” she replied. “Now then, when did you first meet my daughter?”

Possessive too, but I guess that makes sense with how protective Jesse said she is. “At the Spring Festival earlier this year.”

The Founder’s eyebrows shot up. “That long ago?”

Lukas smiled. “Feels like a lot longer. Like I’ve know her forever.”

“And how did you meet?” she asked shortly. “I presume you walked up to her and spoke with her?”

“Quite the opposite really,” he answered, daring to smile at the memory. “She was dancing in front of the band that was playing. She dragged me into the crowd and pretty much demanded that I dance with her.”

To his surprise, this brought a smile to The Founder’s face. “Yes, Jesse can have a…forceful personality sometimes. What happened next?”

Lukas gave a full account of his first meeting with Jesse, detailing as much as his memory would allow. After that, he continued on to the following weeks that then turned into the months of time they spent together. Much to his surprise, The Founder didn’t say anything other than ask an occasional question.

She frowned deeply when he got to the part about Jesse joining Build Club, and Lukas considered stopping there. The look on the ruler’s face was stern, however, and he didn’t dare lie, either by saying something false or lying by omission. There had been enough deceit as it was.

Once he was finished, The Founder glanced out at the sky again. Her expression was contemplative. It was the same expression Lukas had seen on Jesse when she was recalling a more complicated crafting recipe. He wanted to say something more, but thought better of it. Who knew how The Founder would react if Lukas interrupted her thoughts?

Finally, she turned back to him. “You do realize I can only take your word for everything you’ve said here?”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that.” He glanced down at his boots, his toes still wiggling unnoticeably.

“Your story also does not match with much of what Aiden has told me.” The Founder shook her head. “He says you approached her first with the intent of turning her against me. You wanted to fill Jesse’s head with lies about building and crafting. Tell her that it’s not dangerous when she knows very well that it is—”

“Aiden was part of Build Club too! Anything he’s accused us of, he’s done too!” The Founder’s eyes half closed at his outburst. Lukas inwardly cursed. That was a mistake. “Ma’am, I—”

“Given your own history and the fact that your own father is the leader of this rebellion,” she said, her tone turned sour. “Are you really in any position to accuse Aiden of anything?”

“You don’t understand. Aiden is trouble.” Lukas shook his head fervidly. “He’s the one who wants to hurt Jesse. He’s done it before and he’ll do it again!”

The Founder’s voice was flat. “Has he?”

“He assaulted her while she was in town,” he explained. “Forced himself on her. If it wasn’t for Petra, who knows what he might’ve done!”

It looked like The Founder was considering this, but the long pause also made him worried. Her expression didn’t change at all as he waited for a reply.

She doesn’t believe me, he thought. Has Jesse told her? Maybe she’d believe if she heard it from Jesse? Corroborating stories?

“Regardless of Aiden’s decisions and behaviors,” she said. Lukas wanted to scoff. “The fact of the matter is my daughter snuck out of the palace, the one place where she is safe. Whether you knew it or not, you encouraged her to continue to disobey me. I want to know why.”

Lukas stuttered. “Why?”

“Yes. Why?” The Founder repeated. “Other than wanting to convince her to break the law, what other reason would you have to be around my daughter?”

He couldn’t help it. Lukas let out a loud guffaw, holding his cuffed hands to his belly. The Founder narrowed her eyes but said nothing, waiting for a proper response.

“You have met your daughter, right?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Who wouldn’t want to spend time with her?” Lukas answered. “She’s an amazing person. Smart, funny, kind…”

Lukas was absolutely not going to rant about how wonderful he thought Jesse was like he had on the night of the Fall Moon Faire. It had been embarrassing in front of Jesse. There was no way he wasn’t going to do that sort of thing in front of her own mother.

Those words are only for Jesse.

The Founder shook her head slowly. “It’s true, isn’t it? You’ve made Jesse think she’s fallen in love with you.”

Lukas straightened up. Made Jesse think she’s in love with me? “Call me arrogant, but I don’t think she’s in love with me. I know she is. And I love her too.”

“You’re right, that is arrogant,” The Founder protested. “And not at all credible.”

“I would jump if I thought it would help her,” Lukas interrupted her, looking down at the Void below. “I would jump off the island for her without a second thought, if it meant she was happy and safe.”

She narrowed her eyes at him again, clicking her tongue in thought. Lukas stared at her with as serious of an expression as he could.

I would do it in a heartbeat.

“Even if that were true, I can’t allow you to delude Jesse further.” The Founder gave a single, firm nod. “Jesse is my daughter. She is going to lead Sky City one day. She will be responsible for the safety of our citizens. I cannot let you lead her astray with nonsense about letting people build.”

“From what I’ve seen, Jesse’s thought about letting people build before she ever met me,” Lukas stated. “Besides, if she is going to be leader, what’s to stop her from ignoring that law entirely once she is?”

“She will do no such thing,” she debated back, throwing a finger at him. “Allowing people to build whatever they want, whenever they want would put a tremendous strain on our limited resources. It is why I only give out resources for worthwhile petitions.”

“I’ve never understood that.” Lukas shook his head. “You have the Eversource. Everyone knows it can create any crafting or building material you want. That’s how Sky City even exists. If you need materials, you can just use the Eversource to make them.”

“If only it were as simple as that.” The Founder turned away from him. “Do you think I want to risk my life every day to get those resources? Do you think I look forward to the day when Jesse will have to risk her life to do the same?”

“What? Risk your life?” Lukas echoed. He took a tentative step towards her. “Founder, ma’am, the Eversource, is it dangerous?”

“More than you realize.” She sighed and turned back to face him.

Lukas paused for a moment to take in this new information. Everyone in town claimed to know how the Eversource worked. Could it be they didn’t know as much of the truth as they thought?

“So let me get this straight. It’s not really that crafting is dangerous. It’s using the Eversource to get those resources that’s dangerous?” he described, continuing when The Founder nodded. “You’re trying to protect the people from facing that danger, whatever it is, by doing it yourself?”

“Without going into more detail than you need, yes. And Jesse will one day be responsible for that same duty.” She closed her eyes and lowered her head. “What I wouldn’t give for it to be different, to never worry about my daughter putting herself in danger this way.”

“But…with all due respect, Founder, you’re just one person. You can only gather so many materials by yourself.” He lifted his cuffed hands in an almost pleading posture. “You don’t have to do it alone. Obviously Jesse would be happy to help you, and if you gave the rest of us a chance, we could help too! There are so many of us in town that would be more than happy to help you against whatever this danger is.”

The Founder chuckled a little, a small breath of air releasing from her lips.

“I could never ask my people to put their lives at risk like that. I can barely stomach the idea of Jesse doing it.” Now The Founder stiffened her back, her voice becoming grim again. “I’m trying to protect both my daughter and my people from coming to any harm, whether it’s from the Eversource or from rebels like you and your father. That is my burden to bear, and one day it will have to be Jesse’s.”

If she was hoping to get a rise out of Lukas so he would react in a way that would justify imprisoning him, she was disappointed. Instead, he gave her a concerned expression. His blue eyes filled with apprehension not for himself, but for her. Isa kept herself from recoiling at the stare. No one had ever looked at her like that before.

“You know, the first time I cooked a potato on the furnace, I burned myself—”

“See? Dangerous.”

“The supervised furnace, with the guard watching the whole time…” Lukas sighed at the disruption. “Please, ma’am. Just hear me out, okay?”

The Founder hesitated but nodded. Lukas figured that was the closest thing to an apology he was going to get.

“The first time I cooked a potato on the supervised furnace, I burned myself,” he resumed. “My mother had warned me ahead of time that the furnace was hot and that I needed to be careful when I was cooking food on it. I ended up burned anyway.”

“Your mother let that happen?” She had plenty of shock in her voice now.

“Oh no. Mom was less than happy about it, to say the least,” he clarified. He smiled at the memory. Everything was funny in retrospect. “Thing was, she warned me I could get burned and it happened anyway. She tried to prepare me for the danger, but short of never letting me cook, I’d always be at risk. It probably wasn’t until the third or fourth time that I figured out how to cook a potato without burning either it or myself.”

“I fail to see the point of this anecdote.”

Lukas shook his head. “I guess, sometimes you can warn a child about danger as much as you want, but chances are they’ll end up getting hurt anyway. You can’t really stop that from happening. You can only give advice to the best of your knowledge and experience and leave the rest to them.”

“You sound much older than your years,” she admitted.

“Think about Jesse. Is keeping her cooped up in this palace teaching her how to be a good leader?” he asked. “You can’t always be there to keep her safe. If she’s going to lead Sky City like you’re constantly saying, she’s going to be in danger at some point. You can’t control that.”

There was a pause again, but Lukas didn’t take his gaze from the older woman.

“No one even knows she exists! Is keeping her safe and away from everyone and everything really worth her happiness?”

The silence continued for a bit, the two of them staring at each other. Eventually, the quiet broke.

“Are you trying to give me parenting advice now, young man?” The Founder joked, giving him the tiniest of smiles.

“Just some advice, I guess.” He gave a shrug in response.

The Founder clasped her hands together again and nodded. “I will take your words, all of your words into consideration. Thank you for your time. Reginald?”

“Yes, ma’am!” The Captain of the Guard strode over, grabbed Lukas by the upper arm again with one hand and saluted with the other. “Who would you like to speak to next?”

“Bring me Petra please.”

Lukas licked his lips, not sure what else he could say in his defense. He watched The Founder over his shoulder as he allowed Reginald to pull him away. He let out a loud sigh as they walked. Reginald gave his a curious look, but remained silent.

I guess I’m playing the waiting game now.

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a-problematic-writer · 3 years

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For a writing request, how about Jesse and Aiden sparring for funsies? Maybe after Season 2 when he's trying to make amends?

I was saving this request for last as a treat, but I've decided to just write it because my head is filled with nothing but Aiden and Jesse. The brainrot is real </3

Aiden has two favorite days of the week. Saturday because the bookstore gives out free volumes of old classics and Thursday because he gets to hangout with Jesse.

That was still new; hanging out with Jesse.

They weren't friends, per se. Though, he supposed two people who see each other on a weakly basis must be something more than mere acquaintances. She was still a dork. That hadn't changed, not much at least. He could tell the 'hero-in-residence' thing was dragging her down. She seemed more tired now then he could ever remember.

That's why they did this. Every Thursday Jesse got a well needed break and Aiden got an excuse not to stay at home alone.

[Home didn't know of his deeds in Sky City. Many didn't remember him at all. Some knew him as an old friend of Lukas' but nothing more. Still, Aiden wanted to stay to himself as often as he could. The last thing he wanted was attention.]

Today, Jesse had wanted to do something different. With Petra off on her own, she had lost a valuable sparring partner and had recruited him as her new one to keep herself from 'growing too soft'.

[He doubted Jesse could grow soft. She'd built up a lot of muscle during the New Order's heyday and was far stronger then he was even before prison.]

He agreed only because of Jesse's insistence that it would be fun. That she could show him the ropes. Aiden was a fair swordsman but admittedly was better at running then actually fighting.

He walks into the order hall and finds Radar sitting at the desk. He smiles at him, waving him forward.

"Hey! Jesse was just asking for you."

"She was?"

The younger male nods, pushing his glasses up. "She's in the training room. Go on in."

Aiden nods and walks past Radar and through the door that leads into the orders main living quarters. The place is still a bit daunting, but he knows his way around enough to only get lost once.

When he enters the training room, he finds Jesse there testing out a new sword she'd been gifted by Stella. It's an intricately forged blade of iron with jewels in the hilt. Definitely more ornamental then functional, but Jesse isn't one to burst someone's bubble like that. She's able to wield any sword with a finesse that is hard not to admire.

It occurs to him that he should have announced his presence right after she looks over her shoulder. A smile graces her features.

"I thought someone came in!"

She sets the sword in the weapon rack and crosses over to him. She's dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. Dark brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail. Her eyes have dark bags under them. He wonders if she's slept at all this week.

"How are you?"

Aiden shrugs. "I'm alright. How about you miss 'hero-in-residence'?"

"I'm fine," she answers. "a little tired but I had to finish the budget for the new apartment."

"We could do something more chill than train?"

"Absolutely not!" she jabs a finger into his chest. "You're not chickening out of sparring with me."

Aiden frowns. Perhaps his motives aren't entirely all based on care for Jesse, he's already certain his ego will be bruised, but he also doesn't want the woman to overexert herself.

"I just want to make sure you're~"

"I think you just know I'm better than you."

Her eyes are a light with a mischievous glint Aiden hasn't seen before. That usual spark lights in his chest. He will not be called second rate when he hasn't even given it a try.

"You think you are, but I'm pretty sure we both know I can hold my own."

Jesse grins. It's warm, no trace of malice in it. "Come on then! Show me what you got!"

She grabs his hand and tugs him towards the weapons rack grabbing two training swords. Aiden can feel his mouth growing dry already. He grips the sword tightly. It's been so long since he held one...

Jesse readies herself wooden blade drawn. Aiden frowns at her. He couldn't get himself out of this now. He mirrors her stance. They circle each other momentarily. Neither quite sure whether they should be the first to strike.

Jesse makes the first move slashing towards him. Aiden barely blocks the blow, stumbling back just slightly. He steadies himself and tries to remember the pointers he got from Gabriel so long ago.

Stand firm, move unpredictably, and never yield.

He knows Jesse's going to take advantage of his stumble so he cuts to the side. It only confuses her a moment but by the time she's turning on him he slashes at her. She parries it just barely.

"Cute trick!"

She swings and their swords catch. He puts as much strength as he can into pushing her back. She stumbles and he lunges forward swinging once then twice. She blocks both.

Aiden's breath is already becoming stilted. Jesse looks fine. If not a bit stunned. Aiden can't help the smirk.

He slashes at her again, she parries, and their blades lock again. Her gaze is firm and doesn't move from his. This is familiar to Aiden. Too familiar.

The training room gives way to the rain slick cobblestone extension of Sky City. He can smell the smoke in the air, feel the electricity that sizzles with each lightning strike, the cold rain that dampens his hair and makes it fall into his eyes. Ghasts screech, people scream, his own heartbeat pounds in his ears. Anger flashes red hot.

He freezes. Horrified.

Jesse pushes him back and he loses his balance, landing hard on the floor.

The training room bleeds back in. Aiden tries to even his breathing. Jesse approaches and kneels next to him.

"Hey, you alright?"

He meets her gaze and her brow furrows. He manages a nod.

"Yeah-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

His voice is barely above a murmur and cracks around the edges.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I just got dizzy."

She looks him over a moment before extending her hand. She doesn't believe him but they'll deal with that later. He takes her hand and she hauls him up.

"Dizzy, huh? Have you eaten?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

She frowns. "Aiden~"

"I'm fine!" his voice is a bit too harsh and he regrets raising his voice as soon as he sees Jesse wince. His mouth is far too dry. He feels like he can't take a breath. "I-I need to go."

Jesse frowns. "Wait~"

He doesn't; making a beeline for the exit. He can't be around Jesse. Not right now. He's too afraid of what he might say or do. He can hear her calling after him, but it doesn't stop him. He just needs to get away. That's all he wants to do; run away from Sky City. From Jesse.

Radar says something as Aiden brushes passed, but he doesn't catch it. The air outside feels grating against his skin. He doesn't know where he's going but only one thought screams at him:

You'll never be able to escape what you did.

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grovyrosegirl · 7 years

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MCSM Countdown Day 2

Hello! Here’s a little something I wrote for day 2 of the MCSM countdown! Today’s theme: Assembly Required. I hope you enjoy it! Cheers to season 2 coming in just a few days!

Summary: As Jesse and Axel head off to Boom Town to find Magnus, Lukas and Olivia are left to fortify the temple. With doubts arising, no sign of missing friends, and the end of the world quite literally in the horizon, what will the two decide to do?

“You’re crazy,” Lukas blurted out.

Olivia looked over her shoulder at the blond, one foot had already started moving down the staircase to the lower floor of the Order of the Stone’s temple, “Gee, tell me how you really feel, Lukas.”

He shook his head, following behind her as she began heading down, and attempted to catch up to her while also not tripping down the stone steps, “That’s not what I- that came out wrong. Olivia wait a sec.”

When the two reached the bottom, Olivia let out a sigh and turned around to face him, folding her arms as her silence signaled him to speak his mind. Lukas felt some relief in this, so far Olivia proved to be the more sensible person in the group, next to Jesse. He wondered if he would even be having this conversation if Jesse had decided to go find Ellegaard and left him with Axel. Still, Lukas noticed the frowns and looks of frustration on Olivia’s face ever since the two started working on making the temple more fortified. Jesse’s decision was bothering her, it didn't take a genius to figure that out, but she hadn't spoken a word about it until just a few moments ago.

“Look, I don’t think you're wrong. Having Ellegaard to help us would be good,” Lukas began, “but you can't just go off by yourself like this. It's too risky!”

“If you're that worried, then why not come with me?” She replied, her arms dropping to her sides as she resumed walking towards the hallway they’d entered from.

“Because I told Jesse I would stay here and get this place ready for nightfall,” He sharply retorted, walking next to her, “and so did you. What do you think is gonna happen if she and Axel come back here and we’re nowhere to be seen?”

“I know, I know!” Olivia groaned, her hands gripped into fists for a moment before she sighed and allowed the tension to ease away. Much more calmly, she said, “Okay, you're right, someone has to stay here. You should. The temple’s already pretty safe now, but someone needs to be here in case Petra gets here. But I can't stay here and just wait for them to bring back Magnus. We need Ellegaard, Lukas. Someone has to do that too.”

The young builder frowned, “You shouldn't have to go alone. I know it's hard, but maybe once Jesse and Axel get back then we can head to wherever Ellegaard is.”

“Redstonia. And we don't exactly have that luxury of time on our side, not with that Wither Storm still out there,” Olivia glanced downwards, her voice growing lower, “we don't even know how long it’ll be before that thing finds us here.”

A silence brewed up once more. For the past few hours as the two worked on the temple’s defenses, the large shadow of the Wither Storm in the distance turned the sky darker as if it were a horrifying eclipse. The darkness in mid-daytime certainly kept the unnerving dread in the air present. While they tried to ignore it as they worked, the storm only seemed to get bigger every time either one of them glanced at it. The monstrosity’s growls and screeches echoed across the view, sounding more grim than an approaching thunderstorm. Thankfully it didn't appear to be moving in the direction of the temple, but as Olivia said, who knew how long that would last?

And there was still no sign of Petra...

“I’ll go through the Nether, if the Order built those tracks there's probably a way to Redstonia. That way I can avoid the Wither Storm,” Olivia attempted to reassure him, breaking the quiet.

“You’ll be safe from the Wither Storm, sure, but it's still the Nether. We barely survived that place as a group,” Lukas said, keeping an eye on the floor as to avoid the pressure plates that set off the arrow dispensers from before. One step around the plate caused him to stumble slightly.

Olivia looked down at his odd foot movement before telling him, “You don't need to do that. I found the wiring for this hallway and adjusted it. The pressure plates won't set the arrows off anymore, now they only turn on if you pull a lever back in the library.”

“Really? Well that's a relief, thanks,” Lukas said. “You’re uh, pretty good with redstone, I see.”

She shrugged, “I mean, I’m alright with it.”

Lukas ran a hand through his hair, looking up to see the iron door they’d set up at the entrance growing closer. He looked at Olivia again, who kept her eyes looking down at the floor. The blond took a deep breath and sighed, stopping at the door.

“Look, I can't stop you. If you think this is the right move, go for it,” He raised his hand to grab the lever next to the door. With a small grunt, he pulled it down, causing the iron door to swing open, letting sunlight flood into the dim room.

“Thanks Lukas,” Olivia looked up and gave him a small smile, the first one either of them had seen for a few hours, “and if it makes you feel better, I promise I'll come right back if it gets too intense.”

Lukas returned the smile and nodded. Though it quickly dropped back into a look of worry as Olivia walked outside. The young engineer paused as she stood in the grass, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the light.

“Is it just me or,” She turned around and looked back at Lukas still in the doorway, “did it get brighter out here?”

Lukas rose an eyebrow and stepped outside, following Olivia as the two climbed up the hill, passing by the makeshift treehouse shelter from the night before, and caught a glimpse of the distance ahead. No longer was the sun hidden behind a mass of monster and flying blocks being tossed up by tentacles. The Wither Storm appeared to have shifted its direction and was slowly sliding across the horizon.

“It’s moving,” Lukas muttered, “but where's it going?”

Olivia shook her head, “As long as it's not here, I don't want to know.”

The two exchanged wide-eyed looks before moving back down the hill. At the foot was where the two would split up. Olivia walking towards the nearby Nether portal, and Lukas back towards the temple.

“Hey Lukas,” Olivia called out, making Lukas stop and look over his shoulder, “get the place nice for Petra!”

He couldn't help but let out a laugh and gave her a thumbs up, “I will! Be careful, okay?”

Olivia nodded and gave him a wave as she walked forward and disappeared into the purple light of the Nether portal. Lukas stood still for a moment, watching the light tremble before stabilizing itself. A faint echo of the Wither Storm caught his ear and snapped him back into action. He quickly ran back inside the temple, shutting the iron door behind him. The young man stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and began heading back to the staircase.

“It’ll be fine,” He said to himself in a low voice, “it’s gonna be fine.”

He wondered how long he could try to lie to himself.

Lukas paused in his walking, shutting his eyes and releasing a long breath. He didn't know what forces ran the world or decided fate, but whatever or whoever did, he asked them to let at least one person come back. At least one. Jesse, Axel, Olivia, Petra, Reuben, Aiden, Maya, Gill, or heck, even Gabriel. Just let him have someone come back. Just so he could feel some relief.

Just so he wouldn't have to do this alone.

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satuponurn · 7 years

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Oh, thank you! Jesse/Petra/Lukas, please? Anything else you want to put in would be great.

Jesse’s grateful about the whole being saved from monsters thing, sure, but she really doesn’t want to talk to Petra right now. At least, she wishes she could have gathered her thoughts before running into her.

They were easily able to hold conversation for a moment, but now they’ve fallen silent again. The echoing of their footsteps might have souded eerie in the quiet if it hadn’t been for the clacking of little hooves beside them. Jesse absently reaches down to pat Reuben’s head.

Comfortable silences are something Petra and Jesse are usually good at - and maybe Petra feels everything is alright, but right now, Jesse feels sick.

Their open relationship in itself isn't the problem. Jesse was fully aware that Petra had a boyfriend too and was okay with that. Petra wasn't secretive about it; she just isn't the kind of person to gush over anything at all. With all of Petra's running around and long absences, they made what time they spent together about themselves, and he didn't come up often. Jesse didn't even know his name until the building competition today.

Petra had stopped by to greet the group and had given Jesse a peck on the cheek. Then came the big surprise when Lukas stepped forward to thank her for a favor, and she kissed his cheek too. And Jesse knows Petra's not the kind of person to just kiss anyone.

It wasn't jealousy that Jesse felt. Had Petra's boyfriend been anyone else, perhaps she would have smiled to see them kiss, to see that her girlfriend was well-loved. No, the unsettled feeling at the pit of Jesse's stomach was purely situational to who the boyfriend had turned out to be. It's a sense of betrayal that is making her nauseous, not jealousy.

Jesse had brought up her shock immediately, but judging by the expression on Petra's face right now - cool and devoid of any hesitance - she doubts her girlfriend thought much of it. She imagines Petra's voice saying, "I know you were surprised, but is it really that big a deal?" and suddenly the two of them are arguing in her mind, and she so badly does not want that to actually happen.

She definitely needed that extra time to plan out how to approach this. A sudden pang of soreness in her back reminds her that extra time would've been spent dead at the hands of monsters.

They step out of the cave then to a wide, open sky. The sun has already slipped away, but there's still a faint few rays filtering past the horizon, and the lights from Endercon twinkle in the opposite direction. They're on a tall bridge, and it would be pretty romantic scenery under different circumstances. When Petra stops walking and sets a hand on her shoulder to stop her too, she holds her breath in spite of herself.

"I'm sorry, Jesse. I thought you knew."

She has to pause to think through their most recent conversation. Certainly there's no reason to apologize over a new stone sword or a wither skull. An apology for suggesting she was a wimp would have been nice, but Jesse knows she's not getting that. So Petra was more aware than she had assumed. Jesse shakes her head in response, giving her a small appreciative smile.

Petra shrugs, "I could've sworn I've at least said his name to you before."

But that's not what bothers Jesse about it. She already knows that if Petra hadn't mentioned Lukas being her boyfriend before, it was mere circumstance. She sighs, looking down to her own feet then slowly back up at Petra who's gazing back with a sincere look in her eyes, "It's not that, it's just... You've seen how the Ocelots treat my friends."

"Oh." There's the understanding Jesse'd been hoping for. Petra gestures to the side of the bridge, and they both sit, legs dangling over the edge. Reuben climbs onto Jesse's lap, and Petra chuckles a bit at how the little pig glares at her expectantly.

Before either of them speak again, Jesse leans into Petra, tries to rest her chin on her shoulder, then decides it's too much of a strain and nuzzles her upper arm instead. There's another silence between them, not particularly comfortable this time either but closer to it. The fantasy atmosphere created by the glow in the distance must have something to do with it. There's a particular charm to the colorful beam in the middle of the con.

The rainbow beacon. As Petra shifts her arm to wrap around her waist, Jesse huffs, "Looks like your Lukas and his Ocelots won again."

"Sorry, Jesse. But you gotta admit that beacon does look pretty sweet."

"Pretty sweet for a bunch of jerks."

"Look, I've seen how the Ocelots treat you guys, but... that's not Lukas."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, has Lukas himself ever been rude to you? I can't see it happening, but then again, I'm the one who has to listen to him rant about his friends treating you wrong whenever it's brought up. So maybe I'm 'biased'."

Jesse takes in her words for a second, trying to remember if there'd ever been an incident in which her rhetorical question would have been false. She can't recall any specific time Lukas himself had acted ugly off the top of her head, but that doesn't mean there isn't one. She does, however, trust Petra to speak only what she believes true (at least if she's confident enough to be sassy about it).

Jesse's attention is brought back to the moment by a harsh but well-intentioned pat on the back. "Lukas may be kinda arrogant, but he has come through for me in tricky situations. And if anything, it seems to me he thinks you're pretty cool. Once said you had pretty eyes."

"Really?"

"Please, your pretty eyes are universal fact. Just saying, maybe if you see Lukas around at EnderCon, try talking to him."

Jesse can't help but crack a wide grin at that, illuminated by a speck of hope. She not only gets to stay on good terms with her girlfriend, but just maybe she could gain a new friend out of this situation too.

Petra stands first, offering a hand to Jesse who wraps her other arm around Reuben as she accepts the help up. The three continue further down the bridge that way, pig in arm - much to his dismay - and hand in hand for a moment. Until, just their luck, several hisses sound from the direction they're headed in.

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Thanks for the request! I know you said you'd prefer them all three dating each other, but when i imagined a universe in which the three date each other, the scene that stuck out to me happened to be one where Jesse & Lukas don't know each other well yet.

If anyone's interested, i'm still taking mcsm requests! Just head over to my ask.

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Rebel of Sky City Ch. 11

Chapter Eleven

“I could really use some cake right about now,” Axel complained as he and Petra left the palace for the day.

Guard duty ended for day. The two of them had spent the majority of daylight standing watch in the throne room while The Founder distributed out resources from the petitions she had approved. It was perhaps one of the most boring shifts to be assigned. Obviously, no one in their right mind would dare to do anything to harm The Founder in her own throne room. Axel managed to hide a few of his yawns by holding his hat over his lower face. This did not go unnoticed by Petra on the other side of the room however.

“Maybe you need some coffee instead of cake,” she teased him afterward. “That’ll wake you up more.”

“Cake’s got sugar.” Axel had longed learned to never take Petra’s statements about his love of food seriously. “That’s better for bursts of energy than caffeine.”

“Point.”

Neither Petra nor Axel even got the chance to hang out with Jesse before or after their shifts either. Ivor was busy drilling The Founder’s daughter was being with review sessions, forcing her to spend the entire day studying in the library. Evidently, Jesse was having issues with her test scores (something Petra had a hard time believing, since Jesse knew most crafting and building recipes off the top of her head) and needed to improve before she had free time again.

While in the throne room, Petra wanted to call out the unfairness of the petitions The Founder rejected, but she managed to bite her tongue. She was still new in the Guard and hadn’t gotten the opportunity to even see where the leader of Sky City kept the inventory from the Eversource. She couldn’t risk blowing her cover before she found it and figured out a way to covertly take some for Build Club.

Don’t let it trigger you, she had to keep telling herself, and she was relieved when they were done with that shift and could go home.

“Wish they gave us better boots to stand in.” Axel sat down on the bottom step leading to the palace entrance. Petra smirked as he pulled off his shoe and began rubbing the sole of his foot. “These things are so stiff. I’m going to get blisters for sure.”

“The uniforms sure leave a lot to be desired,” Petra concurred. She had switched out her own uniform into her civilian clothes at the first opportunity she got. She stretched and looked up at the stars. “Sky’s clearing. Should be nice for the Fall Moon Faire.”

“Yeah. If only we weren’t assigned Guard duty that night.” Axel put his shoes back on and let out a huff. “Man, talk about drawing the short straws.”

Petra shrugged. “That’s what we get for being at the bottom of the pile. We get stuck the unwanted jobs first.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The large man shrugged his heavy shoulders. “Can’t wait until we can sigh up for shifts instead of just being assigned them.”

“You and me both, pal.”

Axel kept going on about finding something to snack on, but Petra was distracted by the mop of blond hair that dashed across the town square. It ducked and weaved between the grouped citizens standing around as it made its way. Petra watched as her best friend ducked into a alley, which she knew led to a dead end where Aiden’s home was.

“Oh no.”

Without thinking, she took off after Lukas. Axel called her name and followed, his height being the one thing helping him keep track of her red hair.

“Petra! What’s going on?”

Petra stopped at the entrance to the alley and looked down. Sure enough, Lukas and Aiden were facing off. The former was standing in a wide posture. The uncharacteristic flush on her friend’s face made her stomach drop. The latter, on the other hand, was shaking his fists in Lukas’ face and baring his teeth. This wasn’t anything new but still disconcerting.

Oh boy. Lukas is pissed! Petra shook her head. I told him not to confront Aiden without me there!

Petra and Lukas had this argument the night before. Jesse had gone home and Olivia had kicked everyone out of her apartment. Lukas was determined to talk to Aiden right that moment, likely to give him a piece of his mind. Petra convinced him to wait until the next day when she got off her shift. This would give Lukas enough time to cool off so he could face Aiden with a clear head.

She should’ve figured Lukas would do something like this. Normally, Petra was the one who would want to go and do something reckless. Lukas tended to be the more levelheaded one. Oh, how times had changed.

Petra insisted on being there in case the confrontation came to blows. Based on the forceful and livid movements of Lukas’ arms, it wouldn’t surprise her if he gave Aiden a matching black eye on his other side.

“What’s going on?” Axel asked, having caught up to her. He looked down the alley where her gaze had fallen and immediately saw the dispute taking place. “Friends of yours?”

“One of them is.” Petra held up a hand to say to him to stay put. “Stay put. This is a bit private.”

Axel glanced back and forth between Petra and the quarreling pair. “If you say so, I’m coming down there the moment I smell trouble.”

Petra smiled at him in thanks before quickly making her way to the dead end. As she approached, she realized that Gill and Maya from training were backing Aiden up, although they were not participating in the argument itself. Aiden was mouthing off in his usual way, and Lukas was pointing a finger and snarling in a way Petra had never seen before.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Lukas this angry.

“—what you were thinking!” Lukas’ voice was low and nearly a whisper, and Petra was sure his tone would block out the sun with how dark it was. “I can’t believe you would do something like that!”

“Jesse wasn’t running away, was she?” Aiden sneered. “She was enjoying it.”

Lukas’ long nose flared. “If you saw the way she was shaking last night, you wouldn’t be saying that!”

“Lukas!” Petra called out to him, walking up to stand next to the young man as they faced the other three. “You were supposed to wait for me, you idiot.”

“Do you have any idea what you did?” It seemed Lukas hadn’t even noticed Petra’s approach. He was focused entirely on Aiden. “She was shaking like a leaf and crying! How is that enjoying it?!”

“She was just startled.” Aiden put his hands on his waist. “She’ll get used to it once she figures out I deserve her more.”

“Wow, you’re not even trying to be subtle now.” Petra crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “What next? You going to say the stars were aligned to mean you and Jesse were destined to be together?”

“That’s what he told us.” Petra recognized the deep voice of Gill as he stood behind Aiden and Maya. Maya slapped her forehead while Aiden rolled his eyes. “What?”

“Shut up, Gill!” Aiden declared with a snarl. He waited a moment before addressing Lukas again. “I’m the only one who’ll ever deserve to be with Jesse. She’s mine.”

Lukas took a step towards him. “Jesse’s a person, not something for you to own.”

“You were right, Aiden,” Maya commented. “This guy is a whiny little dingus.”

“Told you so!” Aiden glanced at his new friends with a smirk.

“Why are you two hanging out with this tool anyway?” Petra asked them. “I mean, I’m not surprised, but how’d you even meet?”

“Same way you met this idiot,” Maya answered. “Just hanging out when we’re not on duty.”

“Not like you can talk anyway.” Gill glanced over to where Axel was still waiting at the entry to the alley. His arms were crossed and his brows furrowed. “At least we don’t hang out with the likes of him. When was the last time that loser could see his whole body in a mirror?”

Maya laughed out loud. “Good one, Gill!”

Lukas, who was still going at it with Aiden, interrupted whatever retort Petra was going to give. “You don’t get to decide what Jesse wants or deserves. That’s her decision! Not yours and not mine!”

And that’s the big difference between these two, Petra thought, smiling at Lukas. Who’s the one giving Jesse the choice?

“And she’ll decide to pick me,” Aiden contended. “You know it. I know it.”

“You’re delusional, Aiden,” Lukas hissed. “I saw Jesse after you attacked her. I saw how she reacted, how upset she was. I’d say I have a better idea of how she thinks than you do.”

Petra smiled and nodded emphatically at this statement. That’s a fact.

Aiden snorted. “Really? You know so much about Jesse?”

“Much more than you.” Lukas stood up straight and looked Aiden dead in the eye. “When was the last time you had a normal conversation with her where you weren’t being a jerk? I actually listen to her, and we talk about everything.”

“Everything? Really?” Aiden laughed at this. Maya and Gill echoed it, although their tone showed they weren’t quite sure why they were all laughing. Aiden glanced at Petra with a raised eyebrow. “What do you have to say about that Petra?”

Petra let out a very small gasp, trying to keep it as quiet as possible. She must have failed, because Lukas’ spun his head around to look at her.

Well, Jesse did say Aiden knew about her. Petra kept Lukas’ gaze evenly, doing her best to keep any guilt from her face. Jesse, I’m going to kill you for not telling him! I can’t keep this up!

“Let’s just say,” Aiden continued. “I know some things Jesse than you have no clue about, and that’s going to make all the difference in the end.”

Lukas narrowed his eyes at his former friend. Petra could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to make sense of what he was being told. Aiden moved his arms behind his body to clasp his hands, all the while keeping his chin up with his chest puffed out. Maya and Gill stayed by his side with full confidence in his words. Gill had his arms crossed and Maya stood with one hand on her hip, which she jutted out to the side.

“Aiden, that’s enough,” Lukas proclaimed. “You are not going anywhere near Jesse again. If I find you within ten feet of her…”

“That goes for two of us,” Petra added darkly, holding up her fisted hands as if she was going to attack. “But you already knew that.”

Down the alley, Axel noticed the aggressive stances each member of the group had taken. He rushed down the passage to reach them and stand beside Petra. Unlike her, he was still in his Guard uniform, so technically he could still be considered on duty. Regardless that his shift had long ended, Axel held himself as if he still was on patrol. His back straight and his eyes narrowed.

“You better not be causing trouble here, civilians.”

“Oh look, the knight in shining armor has come!” Maya mocked. “Surprised you came to the rescue without getting out of breath.”

“Shut up!” Petra shouted. “You leave him alone!”

“Get moving, you three,” Axel threatened with a scowl. “Before I arrest you for disturbing the peace.”

The three glared at the large man for a moment, and then turned to make their way out of the alley.

“You won’t be able to hide behind the Guard for long, Lukas,” Aiden muttered to him. “Don’t mess with me.”

Aiden knocked Lukas in the shoulder as he left, causing the blond to rub his arm from the hit. He watched the trio leave, waiting until they were completely out of eyesight and earshot before spinning to face Petra.

“What was he talking about?”

Petra shrugged nonchalantly. “No idea.” Dang it, Jesse. I’m so going to kill you!

“I would ask, but something tells me I don’t want to know.” Axel shook his head and smiled at Lukas. “Who’s this, Petra?”

“Yeah. Sorry. Introductions.” The ginger rubbed the back of her head. “Lukas, Axel. Axel, Lukas.”

“Nice to meet you.” Lukas held out a hand for the other man. Axel stared at it for probably longer than he should have without it being awkward, but he eventually shook it. “I guess Petra met you in the Guard?”

“Yeah. She was my partner during training,” he replied. “She’s awesome.”

“That’s obvious, buddy,” Lukas teased, and Petra’s face began to match her hair.

“Cut it out, guys.” Petra shook her head, but her smile betrayed her.

“Wait, I think she might’ve mentioned you, come to think of it,” Lukas recalled. “Something about liking to fight with your fists?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but Captain Reginald wants us to use our swords.”

“I thought you weren’t on duty now?” Lukas directed this question to Petra.

“Oh, now you remember that? After you go off and confront Aiden without me? Like you said you wouldn’t?”

Lukas at least had the good sense to blush in embarrassment. “Sorry. I couldn’t exactly wait anymore.”

“I could tell by your face,” said Axel. “And I couldn’t even hear what you guys were arguing about. But if Gill and Maya are involved, it can’t be good.”

“You know them?” Lukas cocked his head in curiosity.

“Not in a good way.” Axel’s smile faded and he shook his head.

“They’re the jerks from training I told you about, remember?�� Petra retold.

“They should get along great with Aiden then,” Lukas sneered as he crossed his arms.

“I don’t like what he said at the end, about hiding behind the Guard?” Petra scratched her forehead. “And not being able to do it?”

“I don’t like it either,” Lukas admitted. “He’s obviously up to something. The question is, what?”

“We can find out. I’ll keep an eye on Gill and Maya on shift if you keep track of this Aiden fellow,” Axel suggested. “If they try to pull anything, you’ll be the first I tell.”

“You’d do that?” Lukas’ eyebrows shot into his fringe. “You don’t even know what we fought about.”

“No, but you’re Petra’s friend,” he insisted. “And any friend of hers is a friend of mine.”

Lukas blinked a few times but finally smiled. “Thanks. Axel, was it?”

As the two men started chatting away, Petra craned her neck so she could spot Aiden, Gill and Maya in the crowd by the Grand Fountain. They stooped down together and whispered to each other about what must be some great secret. Petra let out a sigh.

Jesse, I really hope you know what you’re doing.

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