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thicctails · 3 years

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Summer of Whump Day 7 [Storms/Sunburns]

Okay so we’re just gonna be a day behind alright everyone? Anyways have a longer fic to compensate.

Omega smiled as she watched Pillow walk around her room with her doll perched on his back. The salamander had, for the past three weeks, stayed by her side, keeping her company while she recovered. His presence was a welcome one, seeing how tense the ship had become. Something had offset the usual harmony of their group, but no one would tell Omega what. Whenever she asked someone, they’d just give her a smile that she could tell was fake and told her “not to worry about it”.

From her little tucked away corner, she could observe the ship’s other occupants. Echo and Tech were doing what they had been doing ever since they had gotten on the ship, which was just barely tolerating each other’s existence. The two squadmates stayed as far away as possible from each other, which made it difficult to do group activities. Before the ‘something’ had happened, she’d used to help them make (mostly) edible meals every third night. She’d enjoyed learning about the chemistry of cooking and how different flavors went together. It had been her bonding time with them, and she missed it.

Hunter was cleaning his blaster and Wrecker was, to her concern, sleeping again. He’d been doing that a lot recently, and it bothered her to think that he was in pain for most of the day. She herself wasn’t feeling too great, nearly dying from a landslide did that to you, but she couldn’t imagine feeling like this all the time. How he managed to still smile at her, she’d never know. She wished that she could help him somehow.

A light bulb went off over her head, and she reached towards a small pile of datapads that she was always trying to add to. There was a datapad about the local wildlife and plants on the planet that they were on in the pile somewhere. Tech had given it to her when they had been staying in the medical centre, the two of them bored out of their minds. Shuffling through the pile, she easily plucked out the one she wanted. Patting the space beside her, she began to scroll through the information on Scarif’s plant life. Pillow waddled over to her side, his head leaning on her knee. He’d grown in size a bit, but not enough to where it was really noticeable. She only noticed it because Pillow spent most of his time with her.

“There! That’s what we need, Pillow.” She said, showing her companion the image she was looking at. It was a bright yellow flower with purple-tipped petals. The description said that it was often used to treat migraines.

“Come on Pillow, let’s go see if we can find some of these flowers. It’ll help Wrecker feel better, and, between you and me?” She leaned down and whispered to the amphibian. “I’m getting really tired of being in the same ship as everyone else right now.”

Pillow huffed in agreement and crawled onto her shoulders, draping himself around her neck like an exotic feather boa. Making no effort to conceal her leaving but also not drawing attention to herself, Omega made her way to the ship’s exit. Her leg wasn’t exactly pleased with the movement, but she put aside her discomfort. Checking the datapad for the general location of the flowers, she and Pillow set off into the tropical forest.

Meanwhile, inside the Havoc Marauder…

Tech rubbed at his eyes, tired of reading through an endless slog of rumors and unfounded reports of Jedi sightings. His efforts had not gone completely unrewarded, as multiple sources had cautiously whispered about a Jedi having been glimpsed on a distant moon. Selrahc Eluos, that is what they said her name was. It wasn’t much, but they would be unlikely to find much else.

“Hunter,” He called, getting the brooding clone’s attention, “I may have found something.”

Hunter didn’t look too pleased with Tech’s announcement but came over anyways.

“There have been reports of a Jedi hiding out on a remote moon called Una Vere. Of course, seeing as how these reports exist, she wont be there long.” He explained, turning in his seat to look at Hunter.

“Hmm. How long will it take us to get there?” He half muttered the question.

“About a day at lightspeed. We’ll need to leave right away.” Tech stood and began to input the coordinates.

“Are you at least going to tell her?”

Echo’s voice caused the two clones to pause. Their squadmate was leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed in displeasure.

“We don’t even know if the Jedi will still be there when we arrive, and I don’t want to upset her before I absolutely have to.” Hunter replied.

“You coward. You’re not even going to give her the chance to voice her opinion on this?” Echo’s voice was venomous, and Hunter knew that he had tread carefully here, lest another fight break out.

“Echo, this is for her own good. She’ll be happier with someone who can help her with her Force abilities.” He said, his voice gentle.

“The abilities that we don’t even know she has?” Echo countered.

“Oh, open your eyes Echo! It’s obvious she’s not a normal clone.” Tech snapped.

“We’re not normal clones!” Echo shouted back.

“You know what I mean! She doesn’t belong with us!”

“Yeah? Well I’m starting to think that I don’t belong with you either!”

“Maybe you don’t!”

“ENOUGH!” Hunter’s yell was thunderous. “I am sick and tired of you two arguing!”

“Well you know what? I think I’m sick and tired of you. Both of you. Give me a call when you’ve figured out how to stop being such a moronic, child-abandoning nerf herders!” Echo threw his arms up into the air and stormed out of the ship, growling under his breath.

A soft crunch made him pause and look down. There were… picked flowers on the ground? He recognized them; they grew on vines nearby and could be used to help treat headaches and migraines. How had they gotten here?

Wait…

He scanned around the ground, terror welling up in him when he spotted small footprints around the ship’s exit. He ran back into the ship, ignoring Hunter and Tech’s confused yells. He made his way up to Omega’s room, hoping that, for once, things would go right for them.

The small space was empty, no sign of Omega or Pillow being there at all.

“Kriff!” He yelled, sprinting as best he can on his still healing leg back the way he had came. Before he can make it, however, Hunter catches his prosthetic arm.

“What’s wrong?” He might be angry, but his brotherly instincts stamp down the smoldering emotion for the time being.

“Omega’s not here. I think she heard us arguing.” He says as he pulls away. His anger hasn’t been calmed, and it mixes easily into his worry.

Hunter goes pale. “Shit.” He curses, stepping back as Echo disappears from sight.

“Mnh, wha’s goin’ on?”

Wrecker rubs his eyes as he half sits up in his bunk. He looks to Hunter for answers.

“We were having an argument about, well, you know what, and it seems like Omega came around when we were exploding at each other, and now she’s gone.” Hunter explained as he started to get his gear on.

“Oh no!” Hunter’s words woke Wrecker right up, and the burly man joined Hunter in getting into his armor.

“What’s going on? Why are you getting your armor on?” Tech appeared in the doorway, his cheeks still flush from the argument.

“Omega heard us arguing and ran off. Echo’s going after her, but I don’t want him re-injuring his leg. He’s mad, and that means he wont be thinking straight.” Hunter said, putting his helmet on.

“Oh Maker.” Tech said, covering his mouth with a hand. In an instant, his hateful words hit him in the face like a blaster bolt. He hadn’t meant anything that he’d said, he’d just wanted to hurt Echo, which made him feel like the lowliest scum.

Grabbing his own armor, he made a mental promise to apologize to Echo. Actually, he’d need to apologize to Omega too, considering the fact that what he had said, out of context, could be and likely had been taken entirely the wrong way. Thinking about the argument made his chest hurt and his stomach twist, but he didn’t try and find some way to resolve himself of guilt. The feelings were everything he deserved.

Pillow stared sadly as Warm One cried, her face streaming with tears as she ran. He didn’t blame her for crying, the words she had heard would bring any fledgling to tears. The other members of her pack had been steadily growing more and more tense and angry, especially Shiny Eyes and Grey Arm. Ever since Warm One and Shiny Eyes had recovered from their accident, the air had become sour with displeasure, sadness, anger, and building resentment. It was not a good environment for someone like Warm One, and he had wanted nothing more than to take her out of their flying metal den. Today, he’d gotten his wish, but at a terrible price.

The adult humans had said terrible things! They were going to leave Warm One all alone! They were supposed to protect her, not abandon her! She had seen them as family, and until now, he’d thought they felt the same. Clearly, he’d been wrong. Well, perhaps not about all of them. Grey Arm had been very loud when he had been yelling at Half Skull and Shiny Eyes; he had wanted Warm One to stay. He wasn’t sure about Strong One, the human’s thoughts and feelings were often muddled by pain, but he hadn’t argued like Grey Arm had, so he certainly wasn’t in Pillow’s good graces.

Pillow felt a pressure begin to build up inside his chest. A storm was coming. Normally, he’d be overjoyed at the prospect of rain; it had been so long since he’d experienced a good rainstorm, but Warm One had nothing to protect her from the rain and wind, which meant that they had a problem.

He felt a flash of frustration run through his small body. Before his imprisonment on that barren, icy wasteland, he had possessed a beautiful, strong pair of wings. If he had them now, he could shield Warm One from the storm. Force, he could carry her above it, show her the world the way he had once seen it. He resented his captors for chaining him up and leaving him on that damnable planet to die, but he also understood why they did. He had not been a kind creature, and the names people had given him were accurate. The Great Sky Scourge, The White Beast, Death’s Shadow. All fitting. All horrible.

But Warm One had never seen him as any of those things. She had given him a new name, Pillow, the human word for a squishy, soft, white thing that they slept on. He felt honored to be given such a name, because to him, it was a chance to start over. He’d been weakened by the lack of food, reduced to his larval state once again, but now that he had her, he’d have the chance to regain his former glory and use it to do good. They’d do it together. If her pack was too stupid to see her Light, he’d take care of her, just as she had taken care of him.

All he had to do was wait until it was time to metamorphosize. And, of course, keep both her and himself safe from this storm.

Suddenly, he was no longer around her neck. He landed in the mud, sliding a few feet away. Once he’d blinked away the mud, he realized that Warm One had tripped! He called out to her, running as fast as he could back to her as raindrops began to fall around them. He nudged her, helping her up. He missed the once incredible strength he used to have.

Warm One picked him up as she stood, her face turning red where she had hit the ground. Her eyes were red, and tears still dripped down her face. He crooned sadly, trying to send comforting feelings over their bond. She had created the bond without meaning too on the day they met, and while he didn’t like being able to feel her pain, it was useful in moments like these.

“Oh Pillow, wh-why don’t they want me? What did I-I do wrong?” She cried, hugging him to her chest. “I-I thought- I loved-” She sobbed even harder, not being able to finish her sentence.

“No!” He cried, nuzzling her. “It’s not you! They are being stupid! The most stupid!”

She didn’t understand him, of course, but she felt his feelings, and that was enough to get him a brief, watery smile. She sniffed and looked around, unsure of where to go. She considered following the path, but ultimately decided to go off into the tropical brush. Pillow wound himself around her neck again, keeping an eye out for any danger. The rain was growing stronger, and they’d need shelter soon.

After about 20 minutes of running and stumbling, Warm One spotted a cave on the face of a cliff. She managed to get them up there, collapsing once they were inside. Pillow shook off the water that clung to his skin before returning to Warm One. She was wet and kind of cold, but not like she had been when they had still been on his planetary prison. If he kept her warm, she’d be okay.

She was leaning against the wall, curling up into a small ball. He wiggled his way into her lap and buried into her stomach, purring softly. He remembered his mother purring to settle him and his clutchmates, so he figured it was worth a shot.

She laughed quietly, and he felt amusement cross the bond. He smiles at that, settling down to sleep.

Omega slowly opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. She went to stretch, but found herself spinning. With a yelp, she waved her arms about, trying to right herself. Her surroundings had changed completely. What had previously been a damp cave was now a void of neutral blues and purples. Occasionally, she would see a flicker of light appear.

“You’re here!”

A voice suddenly rang out from all around her, sounding like every voice ever spoken and at the same time, only one person. Omega shrunk back in fear, unable to tell where the voice was coming from.

“Oh, don’t be frightened! I’m just so excited to finally be able to talk to one of my children!” The voice said, almost sounding sheepish.

“Who- who are you? Where are you?” Omega squeaked.

“I am known as the Force, little star. I am everywhere.” The voice explained.

“You’re… what?” Omega held her head, the information making her brain hurt.

“I know its a lot, and I wouldn’t usually be this direct, but I haven’t gotten the chance to truly talk to one of my children in so long! Even my brightest star could only feel my presence, and he has become so dim lately…” The Force sounded… sad.

“Your brightest star?” Omega asked, crossing her legs.

“Yes. I created him from stardust, love, and the wildness of nature itself. He was wonderful, and he would have saved them all, but he was taught to suppress his feelings and push down his troubles. He loved so strongly, at that made it hard for him to let go. In the end, a poison in human form snuffed out his Light, throwing him into the Dark.” The formless presence became somber, and Omega could feel its sadness.

“But you,” It said suddenly, the sadness being replaced with cautious hope, “I can still save you. I did not create you, that wonderful honor was taken from me, but I can see your Light, little star. It is new and bright and shining, just as his was long ago. What’s better, I can truly, wholly speak to you, even if it’s just in dreamstate.”

“I don’t understand. I’m not a Jedi, so why are you interested in me?” Omega asked.

“Jedi is a recent concept, at least to me. Sith is the same. They are often people who have gone too far into the Light or the Dark, and have become blind to the Balance. Any living thing can have a strong connection with me. It just so happens that you were created with that exact purpose.” The Force explained.

“What does that mean? What can I do?” Omega questioned, not sure how to process this.

“That depends on you, little star. Many of my children use their abilities to help people, heal them, or create bonds that will last a lifetime and beyond. However, you can also use it to harm others, to defend yourself and your loved ones, or simply hurt them because you want to. That path is a slippery slope, however, and I must ask that you be careful with how you use your anger.” The Force’s voice was soft, but held a note of warning.

“I will be, I promise.” Omega said, not wanting to do something that could really hurt someone.

“Don’t fear your anger, my wondrous child. Sometimes, anger is necessary. Control is the key.” The Force explained, and Omega nodded.

“Okay, okay I think I understand a bit now.” She said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Um, if I’ve always been able to communicate with you, why did you only just start talking to me now?”

“The stress of your life recently has been keeping you closed off from me. Today, your mental walls broke.”

“Oh.” Omega felt her heart sink at the thought of what had happened earlier. She’d just come back from collecting the flowers, which had actually been quite close by, only to hear shouting coming from within the ship. She’d heard Tech angrily say that she didn’t belong with them, but not much else beyond that, as she had turned and ran almost immediately.

“You believe that they hate you.” It wasn’t a question, but Omega nodded anyways.

“I can understand why, but you have it all wrong, little star. They love you. They love you so much that I don’t even believe my most Darkness-blinded children could tear you away from them.”

Omega blinked away tears that had begun to form, her confusion nearly palpable.

“They have figured out that you have a connection to me. Some of them believe that you would be better off under the care of a Jedi. They worry that they will not be good enough for you.” Omega feels a ripple of annoyance go through her, although it is not her own. “Sometimes my children can be a bit ignorant, and because they do not share a connection like we do, I cannot tell them this. The Jedi ruined my brightest star, my Anakin. They seek peace and order, but life is not meant to be peaceful or controlled. Life is chaos, wild and free. That is what many of my children fail to understand. To walk the path of the Jedi is to practically shun life itself, and the Sith are even worse. They actively destroy life, disrupting the balance. I want you as far away from that mess as possible.”

“So, they do want me? I didn’t do anything wrong?” Omega questioned.

“No, starlight. You’ve made their lives better. I can feel their worry for you right now, they are terrified to lose you.” The Force then began to expand, and suddenly Omega was struck with wave after wave of worry and grief. She bared her teeth in sympathy.

“I know that they care for you, but they must learn that they are your chosen family. Not the Jedi, not another family, them. Until they fall asleep, let them worry. Let them experience what life will be like if they break the still fragile bond that you all share. I will find a way to make a connection with them.”

Omega wasn’t sure she liked that plan. “I don’t want them to suffer, and I don’t want to be apart from them! Isn’t there something else we could do?”

The Force seemed to consider her request. “Perhaps, but you will have to find a way to convince them that this is my will.”

Omega put a hand on her chin, thinking. “Can you control the weather?”

“I have some sway over certain aspects.”

“Okay, I’ve got an idea…”

“OMEGA!”

Echo’s throat felt raw, the muscles sore from him screaming to be heard over the roaring storm winds. He ignored the pain. He had to find her.

“OMEGA, WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“Echo?”

Echo fixed his expression into a glare as he turned. The other members of the Bad Batch emerged from the storm-darkened jungle, their armor slick with rain.

“What are you lot doing out here?” He snapped.

“Looking for you and Omega. Echo, you’re hurt. Go back to the ship.” It was Hunter who spoke first. Echo, still hurt from earlier, looked disdainfully at the other man.

“No. I’m finding Omega, and I’m not going anywhere until I know she’s safe. Now get out of here before you scare her off again.” He said coldly, wincing as he put weight on his injured leg.

“Echo, please. You can’t stay out here, you’ll get sick.” Tech said, stepping forward.

“Like you care! You made your feelings perfectly clear back there.” Echo turned away from the group, his eyes becoming a bit wet as his hurt feelings threatened to spill out. “We’re not batchmates. You don’t have to pretend to like me. Once I find Omega, you’ll never have to see me again.”

“Echo, no!” Tech’s voice hitched in panic. “You’re my brother, batchmate or not, I still love you! I’m so sorry for the things I said earlier. I was angry and I knew they would hurt and I said them anyways because I was being an inconsiderate jackass. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but please don’t make me watch another one of my brothers die. We’ve lost so many already, and we’re going to loose so many more, but I don’t think I could handle it if you were one of them.”

Tears pooled in Tech’s eyes underneath his helmet, and his heart strained to cope with the stress his wild emotions were causing. Echo was still for a minute, then slowly turned around, his eyes wide, but free of anger.

“Y’mean it?” His voice was quiet and small, and it reminded Tech so much of the nights they’d spent comforting Hunter and Crosshair when they were much younger. Their enhanced traits made the darkness of the room scary sometimes, and despite the fact that he was the youngest of his batch, he’d been comforting them right alongside Wrecker.

Tech nodded, and in the moment he had been temporarily blinded by a flash of lightning, Echo had crossed the distance and pulled Tech into a hug. Tech froze up for a split second, before wrapping his arms around Echo. Hunter and Wrecker were there in an instant, joining in on the moment of affection.

“’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you an’ Hunter.” Echo mumbled.

“No, we were being stupid and sneaky about things. I already knew how miserable that made her, and yet I wanted to send her away anyways. We all want what’s best for Omega, but leaving her with someone else isn’t an idea I should have entertained.” Tech replied.

“Thank the Maker! I thought I was actually going to have to do go with its plan.”

The Bad Batch members separated and turned towards the forest beside them. Omega stepped out of the brush, an agitated Pillow sitting on her rain-soaked head. The amphibian seemed to be displeased by their very existence. She smiled weakly.

“Omega!” The group shouted happily. The young girl rushed into Echo’s waiting arms, pressing her head into his chest. She shivered as powerful emotions welled up inside her, her still red eyes becoming wet again.

“Oh adiik, vi're olar. Vi're olar.” Echo’s voice was full of relief and warmth and comfort, and even if Omega couldn’t really understand what his words meant, she felt their soothing nature.

“Omega, I’m so, so sorry for what I said earlier. We never wanted to leave you, we just-” Omega managed to get a hand free and waved Tech off.

“You wanted to take me to a Jedi so that I could learn to use the Force, I know.” She said, smiling at him. “I know you worry about me, but please don’t ever think that I’ll be better of anywhere besides with all of you. I love you guys.”

Tech blinked, stunned. The other clones shared his confusion and his surprise.

“W-we love you too, and we’re sorry we didn’t tell you that before, but how did you know about the Jedi?” Hunter asked, kneeling down to be eye level with Omega. He resisted the urge to pull her into a protective hug when he saw her shiver.

“I’ll show you! Here, hold Pillow. Careful, though. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t forgiven you yet.” Omega said, handing the amphibian over. Pillow growled at Hunter, baring his teeth.

“Okay, watch this.” She said, cupping her hands around her mouth. “HEY FORCE! STRIKE TWO TREES WITH LIGHTNING IF WE JUST HAD A DREAM CONVERSATION!”

In an instant, two trees on either side of Omega were set ablaze by twin bolts of lightning. Hunter grabbed Omega on instinct and pulled her away from the burning plants, the rest of his brothers backing up rapidly.

“Woah!” Wrecker shouted, his hands flying up into the air.

Echo stared awestruck at the trees, then at a grinning Omega.

“What the hell was that?” He asked.

“The Force! Turns out I can talk to it.” She explained.

“You spoke with… the Force?” Hunter said slowly. “Like, the Force that the Jedi use?”

“Yep! It was really happy to have someone to talk to.” Omega chirped.

“Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay. That’s normal. That’s completely normal and totally not something that makes me really wish general Kenobi was here.” Echo said, pressing his hands together. “The Force can talk to you, and you can talk to it. Cool. Cool.”

“It wanted me to stay hidden for a bit because I think it’s mad at the Jedi for something and it wanted to talk to you guys when you fell asleep, but I thought that was really mean, so I asked if we could do something else to convince you not to bring me to a Jedi. But you didn’t even need to be convinced!” Omega added, shivering again. This time, Hunter did bring her against his chest as he stood, Pillow making his way onto Omega’s neck.

“I’m glad we worked things out. I don’t like the idea of leaving you out here until we fell asleep.” Wrecker said, his face becoming illuminated by another flash of lightning.

“Yeah, I think I would’a had some choice words for the Force if you’d gone through with that plan.” Echo agreed, rubbing his arms.

“We can talk about the Force being an less than agreeable later. Right now we have two very wet and very cold-looking squadmates who are going to catch their deaths out here.” Tech fretted, ushering the group back towards the ship. The clones laughed and began walking back through the storm, their hearts much lighter and their hope as high as ever.

Somewhere, on a distant planet, an inhibitor chip reactivates.

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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Revenge

Cw:violence angst but a nice ending.

Ok to rb

A/n :I let my frustration out on this one, it happends after the first New cómics where fuse is kidnapped And maggie tries to convince him to go back to salvo, he then scapes with lifeline and bloodhound.

--Do you mind explaining me how this happened?--Jerico said pointing at the now destroyed Kings cannion.

--Well,remember Maggie?-- fuse said putting at arm protectively around jeris neck pulling her closer-- yeah well shes out for vengance

--yikes-- octane says concentrated on his game.

Jer sighed pressing a kiss to fuses temple-- well ive got to go and check it out

--There might still be some balanced rocks 'round It--horizon added, fixing newt-- ye be carefull dearie

Jerico laughs and shakes her head-- y'all are babying me too much, ill be just fine-- she kisses Walter and walks to the dropships platform.

High heeled quick steps are heard as loba walks to jeri-- youre forgetting something

She rolls her eyes looking at loba-- you too?

She nodds, and jer playfully groans kissing her.

--Look at you two! So adorable-- wattson coos as lifeline raises a brow.

-- well it looks like old fuse here doesnt like it-- ajay added with a playfull smirk

Jer shakes her head saying her goodbyes and dropping into the destroyed Kings cannyon.

She wrote soundly on her iPad,looking at the damage done by maggies temper trantrum-- banners mostly destroyed, infrastracture of bunker Severly damaged...--she muttered under her breath.

**theres Someone watching**

A voice whispers to jerico as she turns around, knife to the throat of her assailant.

--Jesus christ hound! You scared me!

Bloodhound puts their hands up-- ah im sorry my dear-- they said-- fuse sent me to watch over you...

Jer sighs putting her dagger back in her pocket-- you need to stop sneaking up on me

Hound shrugs-- the gods Will tell me when its my time to go

--And to valhalla youll go if you Keep scaring me like that

They takes her arm and they walk togheter as she keeps doing her work.

--After what happened with maggie,hows fuse holding up?

The tracker pet their raven looking away-- well he seems to be shook, maggie had a bad Effect on him,even now hes still a bit quieter than usual

Jer nodded putting her iPad on her backpack.

Bloodhound tilts their head-- what is it that youre thinking?-- they asked.

--Maggie wont stop until she gets fuse back to salvo..--she trailed off looking at the Mark in her hand.

--You cannot intervene with fate, you know that fully well-- they said,putting a hand on her shoulder-- it is not our place to make that desicion for him, we'll Keep him safe.. one way or another...

Jer shook her head--hound I have to ask you a favor, hand this to crypto--she said handing them her bag-- he'll know what to do,I myself have a bitch to hunt down...

Before they can say anything jerico sprints, knocking over some rocks so they cant follow.

Hound is left there-- May the all father help us all--they whisper walking back to the dropship.

The transmition tower was still intact somehow, with savage Winds she climbs it, her hand presses against one of the cables.

Even bloodhound can feel the waves coming from it as they sit to Sharpen their Knife.

Its like a constant drumming , a war cry.

--Come on...you bitch show yourself-- she whispers to herself eyes tightly shut.

There, the signal is faint, but strong enough for her to follow.

What Will she do when they meet face to face? Shes not sure yet.

Jerico feels the blowing of air of a snout, she turns around and there she was-- oro, you followed me all the way here?-- the dragon grunts unfolding her wings letting jeri Sit on the mount-- its hunting season oro,lets go

The creature takes flight, following the energy signal.

--And you let her go?!-- fuse asked slamming his hands agains the table.

Bloodhound shrugged-- I know better than to get in her way, fitzroy, besides theres nothing I,or any of Us could have said to stop her

Wraith perked up-- I can try and find her, if you want to go after her, the voices should help

Crypto shrugged-- or I could just check her phone tracker

The woman scowls--yeah that can help too

Loba puts a hand on fuses shoulder-- im equally concerned with jerico, but even then, shes a forced to be reckoned with, what Will you say to her when you see her

Fuse just sighed uncrossing his arms-- whatever it takes to Keep her out of this Mess, maggie is vicious and im afraid that jerico May not stand a chance

Meanwhile, jerico grew closer and closer to maggies hideout.

--Okay oro-- she said-- its time for a dive

The dragon nodded flying high up to the clouds,falling rapidly into the water.

With a splash they dive in, swiming under the hideout into a underwater cave.

Jeris adrenaline levels rise, with a firm grip in the reigns she signals oro to come up to the surface.

Oro peeks her head out breathing the humid air.

--there we go girl,stay here--jer climbs up the walls to the underground entrance.

The Doors Open infront of her, somehow they knew she was here.

Walking aimlessly she gets to where maggie was, the energy feels tingly in her fingertips.

The door opens up.

--wally?!--jer exclained-- the fuck youre doing here?

Maggie interrupts him-- well ya little loverboy here came to hand himself in,as long as you Keep breathin'

--What?!

--babe...let me explain-- fuse said walking towards her holding her hands-- shes vicious..you Wont stand a chance and I dont want anything happenin to ya

--But the answer isnt handing yourself in!--jeri added grabbing him by the collar.

Hes about to answer when maggie breaks both up-- say your goodbyes, hes coming with me

Jers body heats up, fists clenched.

Fuse tries to stop her but to no avail -- you think you can just come in here, blow up this place and take my love away?! Youre severly mistaken !

--nice catch wally-- maggie said slightly amused-- kitties got claws, now lissen here--

--No!--Jerico said -- you listen here you bitch, youre not taking him because of your petty revenge!, youre staying here with the rest of your crew, and ill crush you with my own bare hands!, you dont get to walk here like you own the place, like you own me or him!

The walls of the cave start to crack, dust starts to fall--this mountain bends to my will! Youll learn how it feels to be squashed under someones command...

A rock falls onto maggie and her lackeys, jeri walks towards her lifting her face up by the chin,violently-- see how it is down there?, right below us theres some gigantic eels hungry for food, I can feel their energy and they are starving...maybe youll do a nice dinner...or maybe youll give them a bad tummy ache,you rotten sack of shit

--Jerico enough!-- fuse pushes her away with an angry expression.

She huffs looking away.

He turns to maggie, and sighs-- it doesnt have to come to this...drop this and make peace, I cant Keep her down for much longer

The woman scowls and spits at his feet-- ya bloody traitor! Ill have your other arm!, you shouldnt have left salvó! Ill have your and your girlfriends head on a pyke!

Jeri growls making a bigger rock fall ontop of the one maggies under-- you shut up!

Walter sighs looking away-- then this is it...jerico we are leaving...

--what?!-- she says following fuse-- and let her live?!

He looks at her sternly, and as they exit the cave the door to it collapsed.

Back at the dropship fuse entered leaving jerico to cool off on the shore.

--And whats up with those two?--octane asked wraith, fuse and jerico havent talked to eachother in days.

--hes still mad at her, and jerico is too pridefull-- wraith answered in a hushed whisper.

Its midnight now, jerico tosses around her bed,unable to fall asleep.

She then feels a pair of strong arms around her pulling her closer to someones chest.

--Cant sleep babe?--fuse whispered against her ear.

Jeri turns around and hugs him tightly, he strokes her hair and she nodds.

Fuse sighs-- look babe what happened with maggie...I understand...youre mad,and I am tired of her shit...but going lonewolf was dangerous, I... just dont want to loose you--his voice breaks.

Jer sniffes hugging him tightly-- I dont want her to take you away from me wally!--She breaks down crying-- I cant loose you

He hugs her tightly crying with her--you wont,I promise you wont.

Their broken sobs are barely audible, he puts his head on the crook of her neck, sniffing trying to recompose himself--but...I think that ass kicking of yours May help her re-think things.. May I add..ya looked bloody hot while doing it,maybe I need to get ya mad more often

Jeri laughs kissing him-- oh shut up!

He kisses her again, both playfully fighting and wrestling around the bed, finally tiring themselves out falling to the bed.

-- im never leaving ya-- he whispered kissing her.

She nodds kissing back-- yout better Keep that promise up

Both chuckle.

--Night sweetheart

--night wally

#tw angst #cw angst #cw violence #tw violence #f/o fic #long post

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Hello! If you don't write for this kind of stuff just ignore me. You know that scene in the first Scream movie where Casey gives the wrong answer and her boyfriend Steve is murdered? What if reader is in same situation, but they gave a wrong answer on purpouse 'cause their bf is abusive or something and they want to get rid of him? Love your writing btw

Thank you! ^^ I hope this is what you wanted (:

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Liam sits in a chair, with rope tied all around him and the back of the seat. 3 ropes are tied to the back of his seat, actually, and they’re attached to the fence separating the backyard from the porch. In front of Liam, is a little, 30’ by 30’ container, holding about 3 inches of some kind corrosive looking liquid.

The kicker, is that Liam’s chair is sitting on an angle, with just the two front legs on the ground, so if the ropes tied to the fence in front of him are cut, or loosen… he goes face first into the acidic liquid.

“O-oh my god,” I breath, turning the porch light off on accident once I’ve seen it and then fumbling to turn it back on. “Liam!” I force a shaky hand up to my mouth, wanting more then anything to just turn the light back off and forget I saw it, and hating myself for it. Being strong, I just look away and back into my house, ignoring the sounds Liam makes as he frantically tries to escape the ropes and the chair, plastic chair legs scraping on the porch and causing anxiety to race up 16 thousand levels in my chest. I put the phone back to my ear, feeling the way my fingers shake around it on my face, making me quite aware of how scared I must appear. “… what are you going to do to him?”

“I think you know.”

That teasing lilt pisses me off, so I snap. “Who are you?”

“Now, let’s not be rude, bitch. I might get mad, and not give you a chance to save your boyfriend.” I can, I can hear my heart beating. In my ears. Like running water when you’re under the surface in a pool. Its so loud, and so fast, and it nearly drowns out everything else. “If you manage to not to piss me off, we can play a game. Winner takes all.”

“You, you mean… “Slowly, shakily, I lower myself onto a chair, but don’t manage to get comfortable. I just sat down because I’m so scared my legs felt like they were about to give out, but now I’m stuck in one position with fear. “Our lives… “

“Very clever. Now, the rules of the game. I’m going to ask you some simple questions- Horror movie related, since you said you liked them so much… And if you get them right, I wont gut Liam. If you get them wrong, I get kill you both. Sound fair?”

“Ah… sure… “What else can I say?? ‘Ah no, scary telephone murderer, that’s not cool with me. Can we do this another time?? I’m a bit TRAUMATISED.’.

“Awesome! Here’s your first question- if you get this wrong, I’ll cut one of the ropes keeping his chair from tilting right into the nasty looking liquid there. Okay! Easy goes it, right? Here’s it is; Which horror movie, subgenre Slasher, is set in a town called Haddonfield?”

“Hal-Halloween. Michael Myers,” I stutter, immediately, not really thinking about it. If I win this, Liam and are still together. If I lose… I don’t have to deal with him anymore. He can’t hurt me. Ever, again.

“Ding Ding Ding! We have a winner! Never let it be said I’m a sore loser, so here! I’ll tell your boy toy to stop wriggling around so much.”

Glancing back at the porch, I watch Liam freeze in his panicked movements and go absolutely stiff, which I understand means this crazy ass has snapped at him to stop moving. I can understand, why he froze. Every word coming from this person’s mouth sounds painful.

“Th-thanks.” I force it out, and I don’t even no why. I don’t need to pretend to love him here, but its ingrained in me. Not to let anyone know I hate him.

“Sure, doll! Now, second question! Remember, if you get this one wrong a rope gets cut! Captain Elliot Spencer became… ?”

“Pinhead.”

Why did I say that?!

“Maybe I should keep you around for longer, you know you’re stuff! Of course, then I wouldn’t get to kill you… which would be such a downer. Nevermind! Just, good job!”

“… thanks… “

“Okay now, flash round! Meaning, I get to add a fun new consequence to this last question! Don’t worry, I’ll stay fair. True to my original word, if you get this one right, you and Liam here can stay safe. I’ll leave. But, if you get this one wrong, I cut all the strings.” He must hear the clip in my breathing- that or he’s completely mad, because he starts laughing. When he’s done, the rough, painful sound in my ears dying down to a sigh, he asks the question. He asks a question, and I make a decision. “Which Final Girl actress plays herself, in one of her Slasher flicks?”

I know that one. I love the Nightmare movies, I own them all. I know this answer.

But still, “Uhh… ah… “As if I’m still deciding whether to kill my boyfriend, I stutter a mess of scared, ‘I don’t know sounds’, before biting into my lip so hard it hurts, and immediately letting go. I take the plunge. “Um, Sally Hardesty?”

The voice pauses for a effect, then suddenly, before I’m ready the ropes get cut and Liam’s face goes smashing into the sizzling the liquid, making me scream. “Wrong!! Haha, now wait for me right there- “

Quickly, as if I’m taking it back or forgot the real answer instead of just lied to kill a guy, I say the right answer. “Heather Langenkamp, as Nancy Thompson in the Nightmare on Elm Street Series. Sp… Specifically, New Nightmare. Was it? Am I right?”

The silence on the other end of the phone nearly doesn’t occur to me, as I watch in equal parts horror and… a macabre version of relief, Liam’s shirt get eaten away by the substance- because I cant make myself look at his face. Finally, the murderer speaks up again. “… What?”

“I-in New Nightmare, the killer becomes real and goes after the actors-“

“I know that!” He snaps, making me close my mouth a shut up. I’m still shaking, but not because I’m scared anymore. Because I just killed someone. “You knew that the whole time- “

“No-No! I didn’t! I just remembered- “

“Don’t lie to me, bitch!” My heart beat skips, I swear, from fear at his furious words. “… Why… did you say Sally Hardesty?”

I stay silent this time, not sure what I could say. Would the truth make him madder? Or will it give him some kind of insane, murderous satisfaction?

“You into some sick BDSM shit? You get off on this? Because I think you went a little far-“

“No! I-I… “I cross my arms tightly across my chest, still fully aware that this psycho intends to put a knife in my neck, thinking of the bruises leading up my spine right now. Bruises that will never get touched again. They’ll quickly heal, and disappear, and I’ll be normal again.

He won’t be able to hurt me anymore.

“Who we killed, he… “I whisper into the phone. “You did a public service.”

I’ll let you decide whether they kill you or not. ^^

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stories-mostly · 5 years

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Stark's Bug

Tony Stark x son!reader

=Masterlist=

And we're back baby. Sorry for the long wait but it had to be done. I was stressed to the brim lol. Anyway this chapter is a little cute and domestic cutouts of what Tony has to deal with every day lol. Happy Pride and have fun reading.

Warnings: zero to none

Words: 2079

Chapter 16

After the trip everything, and everyone, was busy. Happy had taken a week long vacation. Pepper and Natalie were having to call and answer calls from all kinds of government people. And Tony was in his lab researching about the dude who attacked him. Ivan something something if you remember correctly.

The news weren't above it either.

What was worse for you though was the stress hanging in the air. It seemed like nobody would be happy about you interrupting their work. But you also didn't know what to do with yourself. So you sat there on the ground looking off into space thinking about anything and nothing at the same time.

Then you decided to just walk around the house for a bit. Maybe you'll find something to do. As you turned the corner you saw a familiar and loved face appear not far away.

"UNCLE RHODEY!" You screeched and jumped into his arms.

"Hey there, champ. What's new?"

"Everybody is suuuuper busy and boring right now," you complained.

"Well, yeah. The attack yesterday was pretty shocking for a lot of people."

You shrugged and were put back onto the ground.

"I guess. What are you doing here?"

"I have to have a word with your dad about what happened."

"Ugh, you too?" You groaned and threw your head back.

"Yeah. Many important people are mad about what happened. They think Tony can't protect them so they want to take the suits away."

"Like the government?"

"Yes and the military and so on."

"But you're in the military?" You questioned as you were walking into the living room.

"Don't worry. I'm trying to protect him." He smiled at you and asked the room where your dad was right now.

You followed behind him but he turned around and stopped you.

"Sorry, bud. But I'm gonna have to talk with him alone, okay?"

"Why!?" You crossed your arms.

"Because I'll say some choice words you aren't allowed to use yet."

You huffed and sat down on the couch still pouting. You were allowed to go anywhere you want! This was your house!

Still angry your stomach growled loudly. So you left for the kitchen, took some food and sulked off into your room.

The next morning you woke up to a quiet and empty house. Which got you into a chipper mood.

For Tony Stark it was time to let off some off that pent up energy from sitting in the lab all day and night since he got back.

But inside the gym awaited a peculiar scene. There were you, pushing weights with all your might onto a mat layed out on the floor.

"Hey Buddy, what are you doing?" He asked both curious and amused.

You turned away from the task at hand to explain.

"I want to test how much I can lift!"

"With your hands or force?"

"The force!"

"Okay. Don't hurt yourself, alright?"

"I won't" and with that you turned back around to the task at hand. Tony watched you after changing into his gym clothes. You were so focused on scribbling into your notebook that you didn't know he was watching.

He looked on as you picked up one after another weight, putting them down inbetween to write something. He cheered you on inwardly as you struggled to lift another one and add it to the ones already floating about in the room. You added some more until it all finally came tumbling down with a loud thud that made the floor vibrate. Quickly moving to your notebook you wrote down the final amount you had lifted.

"Look how much I can lift, daddy!" You ran up to him holding up your little notebook proudly.

Tony grabbed it to stop it from moving and his eyes almost fell out of his head as he read the number with three lines under it.

"212lbs!? Wow, that's a lot," he exclaimed engulfing you in a big hug.

"That's more than 4 times my weight!" You talked on and showed him the math you had done in your book.

"No way. Wow." He paused thinking about all the documentaries on animals he had watched that talked about this kind of thing.

"That's just like an eagle!" He finally said remembering the documentary he watched with you just recently.

You frowned but shrugged. You'll take that.

"I guess your superhero name should be Eagle from now on." He joked but you shook your head.

"There is already someone named Eagle in Captain Magics team. I can't steal his name." You said matter of factly and walked off to begin cleaning up after yourself.

Meanwhile Tony wondered where Happy was for their sparring match today.

He pulled out his phone to call but then something made an elevator sound in his brain. Happy was on vacation for the next two weeks so... yeah.

He totally hadn't forgotten about that at all. Instead of dwelling on it he turned to you and helped to put away the weights.

"Iron man I need your help!" Tony jumped at the sudden appearance of his son Captain Storm behind him.

"What? Oh, what is it Captain Storm?" He asked in a serious tone.

"The evil Madman is trying to take over Brickville and I need your help defeating him and his evil goons!" You explained in a lower voice than usual, which he found adorable.

"Oh no that's terrible! How can I help?"

"We need to find his headquarters and destroy him once and for all!"

"Let's go then. We can't waste any time!" He jumped up and put on his helmet before sneaking away behind his you.

The city was a mess and located in the living room. Brickvilles Bricks were all over the place and half the city had been ravaged. No one who resisted had been left alive. As Captain Storm explained.

Nearing the headquarters Cap instructed Iron man to quieten down so they wouldn't be discovered by the very vigilant guards hired by Madman.

He had the entire city under his brutal paw.

Evading the goons outside both heroes got inside the headquarter undetected.

"We have to find Madmans office. Follow me!" Captain Storm walked forward leading the taller hero through the corridors towards what was discovered to be Madmans office just a few minutes prior.

"Stop," Storm said holding out a hand behind him before turning around. "Look, there's guards."

"That must be it then. How do you propose we get inside?"

"I sneak around to the other side and on three we take them down together."

Iron man nodded in agreement and the plan unfolded as said.

Captain Storm snuck around to the other guard further away from Iron man. He held up three fingers and lowered them one at the time indicating the countdown.

Once the last finger went down both heroes took the guards down quickly and left their bodies in the same spot they had been standing.

Bursting through the door there he was. Madman. Sitting on his office chair and looking as though he had awaited their arrival.

"Ah. Captain Storm and Iron man what a pleasure," spoke the Bear.

"Shut up stupid! We're not here to talk. Leave the city alone and I wont punch you in the face." The Captain said. Very aggressively. Iron man was sort of taken back.

"Yeah. You heard the man Madman." He supported non the less.

Madman said no and with that Storm tackled him out of his chair and started throwing punches.

"Leave. The. City. Alone."

You really beat the crap out of that Bear.

In the end Iron man dragged Madman out of his hideout and held him in place as Storm told the citizens that they were now safe and left Madman in the hands of the public.

"Good work Stormy. I will go now I hope you can handle the cleaning up?"

Captain Storm nodded dutifully and began cleaning. First dragging the stuffed supervillain by his blanket cape into his room while several Lego houses followed.

Tony Stark always thought of himself as a rather messy and unorganized person. But he didn't think he was this unorganized. After you had nagged him about being hungry he went into the kitchen to see what was available.

Nothing apparently. Nothing for him rather. You had spotted something that peaked your interest. A full bag of frozen peas.

"What about this?" You asked holding out the peas infront of you.

"What about it?"

"Can I have it?"

"The peas?"

You nodded.

Tony frowned. This wasnt what he imagined his son wanted for dinner.

"You want a plate of...peas?"

"Yes."

"With what?"

"Just peas."

"Are you sure?" Again you nodded this time more insistent.

What the hell. What kind of child wants peas for dinner.

"But these won't fill you up."

"Not if I eat lots."

The older Stark sighed and went on to prepare you a plate of pure peas. Just peas and nothing but peas. It felt wrong to put peas in a pot all by themselves. And it felt even worse putting all of them in an empty bowl again all by themselves.

He placed the bowl of peas infront of you and gave you a spoon. You, being the semi independent little man you are, went and got yourself a fork. Meanwhile your poor father didn't understand any of the actions you were currently taking. He wondered if he ever confused his parents like you were currently doing to him.

But you seemed to be delighted by the food. Kicking your legs back and forth while chewing the peas.

Tony opted to bite into his apple and keep his mouth shut.

In the end you ate two and a half bowls of peas and was satisfied with your meal.

Pressing down random keys on the piano you were slowly getting frustrated with the bad tunes that came out of it. Nothing even resembling the melodies your father could produce.

Said man walked in just as you were dragging your fingers over the keys angrily. He was planning on telling you to get ready for bed but seeing you sitting there, trying your darnest to produce music warmed his heart with fondness.

"Playing the piano, Bug? What song?" He teased and sat down next to you.

You glared at him.

"Oh if looks could kill," He chuckled and pressed down on one of the keys.

"Want me to teach you?"

You eyes lit up. "Yes! Can you, please?!"

"Alright, come here!" He patted the spot right next to him and you slid closer. He took your smaller hands and placed them where you should press, adjusting each finger that was needed.

"What song is it?"

"I think you'll know once we play it," you weren't really satisfied with that answer.

He placed his own hands right over yours and pulled you on his lap rather than reaching around you awkwardly.

Tony pressed down and the first two notes rung through the quiet room. You groaned.

"What?"

"Thats a childs song!" You exclaimed offended.

"Yeah and what are you?"

"Too old for Twinkle Twinkle little star."

Tony laughed a little. "Bug. This is one of the easiest things to play as a beginner. You don't start with the hardest thing first," he explained and played on with your hands still being guided along.

"Twinkle twinkle little Star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little Star. How I wonder what you are." Tony sang along teasingly.

"This song is stupid." You pouted.

"You rather have me sing the ABC's alongside it?" He poked you side and you moved away.

"Come on this was composed by Mozart. So I don't think it's all that stupid. Come on let's play some more,"

"Only if you play the Star Wars song!" You grinned up at him.

"Okay? I'll see what I can do," he said and placed you back onto his lap.

"This time you sing along too. Make sure I'm doing it right," he put your hands back in position and you nodded dutifully.

At first you just mumbled the words but your dad pushed you a slight bit and joined in.

You grinned and sang the last lyrics together. Giggling you pressed the last keys on your own.

"Great!" Tony praised and placed his own hands over different keys.

"What Star Wars song would the gentleman like to hear?"

"The one that goes: dun dun dun duhn dahdan duhn dahdan," you tried to describe it to the best of your abilities.

Tony nodded and thought for a second before pressing down on the first few notes of The Imperial March. You smiled brightly. He missed a few notes but that didn't bother you too much. It was sensational and you liked having your own musician in the house.

You clapped when he finished. "Whoooo. This was great!"

"Well, thank you kindly. But now is really time for bed,"

He shooed you along and into your bathroom and with that your day was over and another would soon arrive.

And then another, and another, and so on.

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : Choir Group

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: Sometimes a family is 2 adults and 2 kids. But sometimes a family is a choir full of hero hopefuls.

(aka, what if everyone knew eachother from a choir group? what soft musical stuff can i cram into this au?)

yagi does the allmight on the down-low

he had to leave broadway cause all for one ruined his organs

everyone in 1 a knows that yagi is all might but hes trying so hard to keep his secret so they just ignore it

izu wants to be a hero but hes scared of people so he joined a choir when he was smol

bakugou joined cause he wanted to beat izuku, they bonded a bit n its a more friendly rivalry

all of 1a was in the choir before ua, they are all shook that their class is just other choir kids

big three are the current choir leaders n izu was so proud they are the us big three too because he knew them when he was smol, baku n izu are the youngest in the top level

todoroki joined to spite his dad hes really good tho

mina lives for the dance group

iida is a baritone he sing low n hes a good boy, they are very proud of him cause hes one of the youngest in baritone, hes v proud too

ochako is an alto and I love her

monoma is a tenor n katsuki wants to kick him out of his section

tsuuyu is an alto too because i want someone to be a soprano but tsuuyu its too nice to be

jirou is a blessed alto

yaomomo is a soprano the poor girl

izuku is a soft alto boy! He had such a good upper range they thought hes be wasted in tenor

shinso is a soft tenor boy and has a singers crush on izuku

"oh my god hes just so fucking good he can dance too what the fuck guys. hes the only male alto im fucking shook he has the range of a god"

in their final year todo is the choral leader, bakugo is dance leader and izu is choir leader

villains are too scared to attack when they sing

aizawa was in the top level when izu joined

he was dance leader while in ua too because it was "only logical" he have a physical hobby (mic loved choir n aizawa loved seeing him that happy)

izu thought he was fucking amazing n thats why he wanted to join

n then he sees erazerhead n mic on tv when hes 8

yells to his mum "mama!!! thats zashi!! n shouta!! he had the dance solo when i joined" n inko doesnt know if izuku is right or not but she nods along and smiles anyway

first day of ua izu sees shouta n just gasps

"iTs HIm"

bakugo looks over

"oh my fuck it is isnt it"

aizawa is shook and confused

bakugo just sighs "its your fault deku is a fucking choir gay i hope you know that. you just had to be fucking competent didnt you"

all 1a student know each other from choir n they all have a big hug fest before the quirk test

"oH mY god its a soprano without a stick up her ass what are the chances" "jirou be nice to momo i know you hate sopranos but they have done nothing to you"

mineta exists in this au, as the only one not in choir. hes confused and then expelled the first day

aizawa is glad he was terrible because now he has his lil choir class, not that hed ever fucking admit it

1a harmonizes their bus songs and they learn all their choir repertoire on the bus trips around as aizawa conducts

durring the usj izu n tsuuyu hum together to stay calm

izuku n todoroki are actually singing together durring their big fight, everyone in the audience is shook

its just because they are trying not to cry

because izu n todo have the "its your power" convo before the fight cause they are already friends, so izu is just trying to make him feel better about the argument he had with his dad

todoroki feels a lil more comfy so he brings up his flames n izu weeps n gives him a hug before they keep fighting

they sing stronger than you jokingly at the end of their fight

izu wins but only justttt. him n todo hug n laugh as they leave the field. yagi cries a lil for his boys.

izu n baku’s fight n it ends in a draw because they blow eachother out of the ring n they are both salty as

they have a dance battle refed by aizawa later (baku wins, izuku gives him soul custody of the medal)

enji would have a stroke

yamada was singing along the whole time other the speaker. Aizawa muted him but he just used his quirk

tenya had lots of good friends n doesnt hunt down stain, he n 1a go to hatsume about leg braces for tensei

tenya teaches tensei his choir choreography so he can get used to his braces

the boys do run into stain but they were minding they own business

they singing while they fight to stay in time n stay brave

stain is very confused but hes bopping along

todo starts it cause it made him feel better during the sports festival cause izu is crying

"you guys are true heros im so sorry about this but i really need to kill native"

"thanks i guess? but we gon fucking boop to you drop bitch"

"ToDorOkI nO"

"iida hes trying to kill us we can call him a bitch"

stains huming the song they were singing as he carted away to fucking jail

"what a goddamn boop, they heros of music"

training camp is the same time as choir camp n 1a is shook n they are conflicted. aizawa gets training camp moved back a week

(the villains still attack but they tried to assault an empty camp first n thats funny)

the fight through the earth beasts is just 1a singing literally every song they know theyd finish a song, n theres a second wait while everyone races to think of something they all know before they scream out the title n start them all off

they sang bohemian rhapsody 5 times

1a arrives at traing camp like

"we just had fuck choir camp you dont scare us"

1a wasnt joking they arent phased by the summer camp. 1b is crying

bakugo gets kidnapped n just hums softly

shinso made it in after the festival because aizawa thought he was promising n it was another choir boy zawa has to protect them no hes not going soft zashi shut up

"bitch you villains have nothing on ms king fuck she had me shook"

the bakugo rescuse is the same but its more of 1a n no one was trying to talk them out of it very well

"its dangerous, dont get hurt" "we wont" "yeah ok"

they hold hands while they watch the allmight fight cause they are too scared to let go

then they run back onto the field to allmight after the fight n they hug n cry a lot

they go with yagi to the hospital n sing dumb songs together while he gets a checkup

izuku doesnt have to stop to wipe his nose, n bakugos voice doesnt shake n todoroki is pitch perfect of course (kiri and momo are ugly crying unabashedly. tenya is trying to find tissues)

bakugo totally doesnt hide his tears n growl that thy need a shitty nerd to lead them so they dont get to good

he yells at everyone cause he was scared but he can’t make himself be too mean cause they are his smol kids

mic smiles n mutters that aizawa has really gone soft on this class n aizawa just hides his face in mics shoulder n pretends he wasnt scared out of his mind for them

all of them grab his hand

izuku hugs bakugo saying they all need the future dance leader, after all no one else is as good as him

aizawa wants to be mad but hes proud that his kids didnt get hurt and were smart n improved so much

in the dorms they draw up a birthday list n anyone whos birthday has already been gets a new birthday

they wake them up at 6am you sing happy birthday n they birthday kid gets to pick the music on the bus n in the kitchen

bakugo n sato bake

iida, shinso n izuku are harmonizing while trying to eat breakfast but its bean 5 minutes n they havent eaten anything

bakugo shoves toast into izus mouth as he walks past to make himself some coffee

izuku sings around the toats

bakugo groans n sings over him

"i Just wanTed Coffee"

"BitcH we gOttA hArmoNiZe"

ochako, mina n tsuuyu are going over their dance infront of the couch, satou n tokoyami are gently sparring around bowls of oats and fruit

aizawa is humming as he cuts up some fruit for him and mic

sero sticks sheetmusic to the walls with his quirk so they can go over it as they do other stuff

shinso plays the goddamn switch piano as a backing track n bakugo is mad that hes impressed

yagi visits n tells them all hes so proud of them n listens to their sing their favourite songs with them n listens to izuku gush about new musicals almost as much as he talks about heroes

bakugo saltily adds on little bits of info

shinso n izuku dramatically reinact musicals together as they spar, (obedient servant is their fave beat eachother up song)

they get out musical soundtracks n people call dibs on the songs they want to fight to, aizawa mans the speakers and acts as the ref as bakugo n izuku fight to alexander Hamilton

ochako n todoroki fight to my shot cause it means a lot to both of them

the kids not fighting are singing the song on the sidelines. aizawa sings along too but he wont admit it

( he n izuku sing a lil duet for the room where it happens, mic claps n yagi cries)

no one fights for the last song cause everyone is busy singing n crying. - aizawa only cried cause he had dry eye ok nothing more

bakusquad always fights over the jefferson n layfette parts, they all wanna sing them solo

izuku starts with history has its eyes on you, looks at yagi n then starts to cry

yagi starts to cry too

he n yagi hug n leave training for a min to get icecream

izu grabs yagi n full cowl jumps to get icecream, makes yagi carry the icecream n jumps back

they eat icecream as 1a finishes up the musical sparring n they try not to cry some more

todoroki is still 100% conviced yagi is izus dad, hes just also conviced neither of them know it

yagi is very proud of his boy and very proud he didnt cough blood over his icecream

mic was his section leader when he was still in choir n zawa was the dance leader n they made the best duo

they were low on time due to hero training to they learnt their songs as they fought, w mic playing them through his phone as they beat up villains

they wouldnt let midnight practise with them because the fights finished too quickly so they didnt get a chance to sing

yagi wasnt in that particular choir, or any choir really but he loved to sing, would hum to victims to make them feel better and sung on tv for fans and charity

he starts teaching at the choir after the retires from hero work because he misses working and he really thinks the kids are delightful

yagi is a good choir dad n cries at all the concerts, n at the gigs, n when ever they do well really

they get nicknamed the hero course choir because so many ua students go/have gone

there are normal highschoolers of course but the ua students wont be outdone and are the best in the class

aizwa tells vlad they sing during sparring for breath support and stamina, and then decides thats actually a good reason n makes that the official reason, ignoring "it makes them smile" and "these kids have had enough intense fights"

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highqueenofprydain · 5 years

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While We’re Waiting...

(Prydain fic, circa The High King)

Melynlas snorts when he steps outside, evidence of displeasure at being left saddled and bridled so long.

“I'm sorry," he breathes, sliding a hand beneath the horse's mane, trying not to acknowledge the tremor in his fingers, the fear knotting his gut. "I was in a hurry when we arrived, and…well, after that, I forgot. It's been…an evening full of surprises."

The big silver head knocks him in the chest indignantly and blows a mild reproof before turning to follow him to the stable. His mind churns, darkly, while he unsaddles the horse, rubs him down. He hasn't been in this building in years, but his hands automatically find the hooks even in the darkness, hanging up tack and jingling bits with a foreboding sense that something so familiar should be comforting, but isn't.

When he steps out she is waiting for him, standing by the gate, glowing amidst the shadows of twilight. He is struck, again, with how…no, not different she is; that's just the dress. She doesn't look different, she looks…more. She is more herself; taller, softer, wiser, fiercer; there is more carried in the proud tilt of her head; in the sculpted lines of her neck and shoulders; in the grace of her slender hand resting on the gatepost; in the quiet, serious, steady gaze resting on him.

His mouth goes dry with all the things he wants to say, and finally only the least of them comes out. "I thought you were staying with Gwydion."

She looks weary; he thinks, aching, of the light in her eyes earlier that afternoon, now dimmed. "Dallben's chamber is so small," she murmurs, in a voice just as dark. "There wasn't room for all of us, and Achren won't leave him. It's odd, but somehow…she seems to belong there now, more than I."

“You trust her?"

She meets his gaze sharply. "Of course not." He is silent, and her eyes soften, slowly, as she watches him. "But we haven't much choice, have we?" Her breath is a barely audible sigh; she turns away, and he thinks he hears her mutter, "about anything," but maybe it's just his own thoughts, shouting at him.

“This isn't…" he begins, then falters as she pauses, turning back towards him, and the words how it was supposed to be die in his throat. For a few moments he cannot speak, looking at her, standing there. In this place where she belonged. Where her unbearable absence had driven him out almost three years before, full of questions like goads, one - still unanswered - that he cannot, now, bring himself to ask. Not when so much else hangs over them.

The silence stretches, thin as wire. She stirs suddenly, mouth twitching."You really did cut your own hair with a sword, didn't you?"

He blinks in surprise. "I…well. Yes, but…"

She laughs, an unexpected silver chime in the darkness. "You're a fright. Come on." She motions for him to follow her, marching across the yard determinedly. "There's no use sitting 'round doing nothing but worrying. It's like watching yourself get older."

Pausing at the scullery door, she waves him inside, pulling her golden sphere from some hidden pocket in her long skirts before following. Warm light fills the room as the shadows scurry to hide behind rows of baskets and iron pots, to dive into the mouths of clay jars. He stoops to avoid the bundles of dried herbs dangling from the rafters, the air dusty with fading summer smells of rosemary and dill, sage and mint.

She lays her bauble on the table and looks around, sighing contentedly. "This place hasn't changed any, at least. Sit down. I'm going to cut your hair."

He plunks onto the stool she indicates, dumfounded. "You're what? Now?"

“Who knows when I'll have another chance?" She rummages in a wooden drawer, comes up with a pair of shears and snips at the air briskly. "When the world's on fire, find something practical to do. Teleria's advice, and it's surprisingly good, I find." She steps closer to him, squints at his head, and frowns. "Hm. You know, I can't believe I'm saying this, but…you should wash it first."

He raises an eyebrow. "I seem to remember someone complaining about—"

"Yes, well," she sniffs, leaning back, "it's one thing to be scrubbed down against your will when you don't need it. When you actually could use a good washing, that's something else again." She grins, for the first time since that afternoon; her gaze dances down to his feet and back up again, and his heart pounds. "I daresay, after running the woods for as long as you have, the rest of you needs it just as badly, but I'll settle for hair just now."

Hot water still simmers in a small cauldron over the embers in the scullery hearth; she dips out a large pailful; shoves it and the soft-soap bowl into his hands. "Go wash outside. I'll find a comb. And…" She pauses, staring at him in consternation, and slowly reaches up to touch his rough jawline, running her thumb across its edge as though she's never seen it before. "…And a razor, I suppose? Do you even have one? Does Coll have one you could borrow?"

He laughs, to hide the way her slightest touch twists the breath out of him. "What's the matter? You don't like the beard?"

She pulls a wry face halfway between a scowl and a grin. "Is that what you call it? I thought at first you were just filthy. If it were really a beard, I might. Though it would take some getting used to. You don't look quite like you." Her hand is still on his chin, turning his face thoughtfully as she studies him. "But just now it's not one thing or the other. You're like a sheep shorn by a blind man. Did you clean up at all while you were gone?"

“When Kaw showed up and told me you were coming home," he says, nettled, "I thought only of reaching you as quickly as possible. Would you rather I had stopped to…clean up…first?"

Her lips part in an audible breath that seems not quite brave enough to be a laugh, and he memorizes the freckles scattered across her nose, wishing his arms weren't so full of soap and bucket. "For future reference," she murmurs, leaning toward him, unbearably close, "yes. I would."

Her dancing eyes draw him in and he's about to drop the bucket, water and all, but before he can she pulls him up, off the stool, and pushes him toward the door. "Now, go wash. I'll be back in a moment."

The chill night air he stumbles into is a relief, even after he's stripped off his jacket and shirt to pour hot water over his head. But by the time his wet hair is pouring streams over his shoulders and down his back, his skin is steaming into the air and he's shivering and blowing like a horse fording a river. She's already there when he hurries back into the scullery; after one wild, wide-eyed look at him she tosses him a large hempen towel and turns around to add another log to the fire. And stoke it. Vigorously. A little longer than necessary. Certainly the extra light isn't; her bauble on the table is flaring so bright he can't even look at it directly.

He sits back on the stool, tousling at his hair, watching her with a grin. "All right. I'm ready."

She does not turn, but demands, in a voice higher-pitched than her wont, "Are you mad, going about bare in this cold? Wrap that towel 'round your shoulders before you catch your death."

“Washing was your idea," he reminds her amusedly, suspecting certain things he is not yet confident enough to say; but he hastens to obey the instruction. "And you know how wet clothes keep you even colder. Besides, if you thought my hair was dirty, my shirt—"

“No doubt," she interrupts, jabbing at the fire again, sending sparks flaring up the chimney. When she turns her face is scarlet, lower lip gripped tight between her teeth, eyes dilated and glittering, but she avoids his gaze, focusing instead on his hair with an appraising frown. He tries looking straight ahead, but this means staring directly at the hollow of her throat and the light flashing off the silver crescent nestling beneath it, and he swallows hard and shuts his eyes.

“Tch," she mutters, "what a mess you've made of yourself. Good thing it grows back." Her fingers slide through his hair, lifting it at temples and brow, pushing it away from his face; he finds breathing suddenly laborious. "It's going to have to be shorter than you're used to, to get it all even again."

He keeps his eyes shut, but the space is too small; he can't avoid the lavender-and-rosewater smell of her, the warmth of her next to him. His jaw clenches. "Do whatever you want."

The words seem to hang in the air. Her hands and breath pause for an almost imperceptible instant before continuing on, and she moves around to his side, contemplative. "Llyr. You've got some bits cut halfway up your neck. Are you sure it was a sword? You didn't really use a spoon?"

“Would you just cut it?" She's behind him; it's safe to open his eyes now. He reaches up, exasperated, to rearrange the offending strands, but she pushes his hand away.

“Hang on, it's got to be combed first." Carved-horn teeth bite pleasantly at his scalp, gliding over the crown of his head, tugging gently, alternating with the pressure of her hands, the pull when she has to work a tangle free in her nimble fingers, and he sighs louder than he intends. "It's nice, isn't it," she remarks, "having it done for you? One of the things I did enjoy on Mona. Not the washing, you know, but the combing and braiding and all. There's something soothing about someone else's hands in your hair."

“Mph," he grunts, noncommittal; soothing isn't quite the word he'd use, or nice either, though certainly it's all far from unpleasant. The shears open and close with thin metallic rasps and his shorn hair ends graze his shoulders like a caress; her fingers twist, languid, at the long strands at the back of his neck and he makes a sound even he doesn't quite understand, turning it into a cough at the last moment to mask it.

“Be still," she orders, over a breathless chuckle. She works around to the other side and back to stand in front of him, taking his face in her hands to tilt it up and examine her work; he can't shut his eyes again without being desperately obvious. So he allows himself to stare, sinking into the sight of her until he's drowning in it.

“There," she says. The word comes out hoarse and she clears her throat hastily. "Much better. It can grow out properly now."

“Well, so long as you're satisfied," he mumbles, and she swallows hard, favors him with one moment of searing eye contact before turning to lay down the shears.

“I'm not. But the next bit's up to you." She hands him a razor, borrowed from one of the men in the cottage, though he does have one in his saddlebags, a gift from Hevydd the smith, who had first noticed the need for it. "If you know how. I don't want to be responsible for slicing your throat."

“I do know how, thank you." Hevydd had taught him more than smithing. He takes the blade from her and nods toward the bucket. "Need more hot water, though, would you mind?" She fills it silently and hands it to him, pushes the pile of his discarded shirt and jacket to the side and hoists herself onto the table edge. He snorts. "You're going to watch?"

She shrugs, grinning smugly. "What else is there to do?"

He grunts and goes for the hot water to distract himself from the answers that instantly present themselves, all unacceptable under current conditions. Drat Arawn and his everlasting machinations. He can't decide whether to laugh at or be ashamed of himself for being so personally affronted by the latest evidence of trouble brewing; for wishing, if it had to happen, it could have happened just a few weeks later. It feels small, and selfish; there is so much more at stake than the two of them, and yet…

The copper blade shines like her hair in the light of the bauble as he takes it up, willing his hand not to tremble. She watches him with frank curiosity; he's acutely aware of it, every second, as he manipulates the tool over his face.

“Interesting," she observes, after a few minutes. "Ticklish process, isn't it? Would it be easier with a mirror?"

“You know we've got no mirrors here," he answers, shaking out his stiffening wrist. This task is still a novel one and he tends to grip the blade too hard, anyway; now, with her watching, it's almost impossible not to clench his fist around it.

“Oh, I have one," she says, "actually. A gift from Teleria, if it's survived the journey; I haven't checked yet. But I suppose it's best if you learn to do without, what with how rare and fragile they are. And anyway they make it harder sometimes; having to do everything backwards from what you see. You should see me trying to braid my hair in a mirror. It's like weaving with your hands behind your back."

He has a mental image of her hands twisting into her own bright hair, sliding through the tumbling fiery waves of it, and shakes it off hurriedly. "Be glad you don't have to do this as well, then. Girls have it easier."

She quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, no, women have their own ways of handling such things, as I also learned. You'd be shocked to know how many uses there are for honey and beeswax. At least among the nobility; I'm not sure about the rest."

“But you don't have…" he begins, and stops, seeing her expression; that don't-be-an-idiot look he hasn't seen in years but recognizes instantly.

“We don't have beards," she finishes for him, with a catlike smirk. "Thank goodness, because that implement looks dangerous. But we-"

“I don't want to know," he retorts, his face flaming.

Her smile is arch, mocking him. "Oh! Well, then, never mind." Glancing down, she picks up his shirt and holds it up in two reluctant fingers, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh. Shall I take this to be washed, or just throw it in the fire?"

“I only have one spare."

"Wash, then," she sighs, dropping it to the floor. "You might have made yourself half a dozen, while you were busy weaving that cloak. But you've never been a very sensible creature."

He smothers his grin with the towel, lets it drop back to his shoulders, and rubs at his chin to make sure he hasn't missed anything. "There we are, done. Care to inspect?"

She slides off the table and stands before him again, close, too close. Her hands cradle his face, thumbs sliding over his smooth jawline; his newly-exposed skin burns at the contact and he holds his breath.

“Oh, yes." It's barely more than a whisper, fanning over his face. "There you are again, Taran of Caer Dallben." Her eyes trap his, inescapable. "I've missed you."

He's dizzy, drunk, falling, reaching for anything that might catch him and the closest thing is her; but just as her head is drooping to meet his she bolts upright, suddenly, her whole being alert and tense and distant. The bauble-light in the room, blazing until now, flickers like a candle in the wind, and dims.

He clutches at his knees, baffled and off-balance. "What is it?"

She looks through him, her gaze unfocused; grips his arm as though to anchor herself. "Gwydion. He's awake."

"How do you know?"

Her eyes focus on his face again, filled with an unearthly glow - or, perhaps, merely the firelight reflected in them. "I just know," she says simply. He's had to accept stranger things from her before, and scrambles up from the stool, snatching his jacket from the table and wrestling it on as she retrieves his towel and shirt from the floor with a sigh.

They cross the yard together, not touching, in brooding silence, making for the soft glow in the cottage windows. He pauses at the gate, turns to her suddenly. "You know…this isn't how I imagined today was going to turn out."

She stares at him inscrutably, chews her lower lip. "No. Nor I." A shadow of - regret? frustration? - crosses her face, and she shrugs and laughs a short, bittersweet laugh. "But few things turn out like you think they will, I've noticed. Even you aren't quite what I imagined."

He wants to ask what she imagined, and how he's different, and if she knows how much more she is than he had dreamed even in three years' worth of dreams, and a million other things; most of all he wants to ask her —

But there are voices, urgent and anxious, inside the cottage, and there is no use asking questions that can't be answered with any surety, just now.

Before she moves past him to open the door she touches his cheek once more, wistfully; whispers, "Not yet," and he wonders, not for the first time, if she can read his mind, so succinctly and simultaneously to answer none of his questions….and all of them.

#prydain #fanfiction #taran/eilonwy #chronicles of prydain #my otp

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serpentqueenz · 6 years

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As One (but out of sync) |

Bughead Drabble

Warnings: Nothing but angst and semi Dark!Juggie

Author’s Note: Just show us some sugar in the form of likes and reviews and that kinda jazz.

The paper feels so heavy in his hands. Too heavy, in fact, for a Sunday morning. Jughead holds some kind of irony in his heart because Sunday is a day dedicated to those who worship something a little bigger than Sweetwater River. And all he has sitting in the throne of worship within himself is a whole lot of dedication to the Serpent that he wears proudly on his back. Everyone worships something around here. And often he finds himself on metaphorical hands and knees to get some sort of guidance.

Her perfect writing almost hums his name as he reads the note that she had folded and left on his dining room table. He had told her - sworn an oath of sorts - that he’d be back at the trailer by 9 the night before, but, as always, that didn’t work out. He met eleven with a fist against a jaw of a new Ghoulie that he held no love for. He met the trailer at 3, empty, no Betty in sight. “Don’t be late,” she had written on a piece of paper being the backside of a Pop’s receipt. No X’s and O’s. Just a venomous echo of her madness directed at him.

He screws up the receipt, he never did like reminders of letting down those that he loves. Why would he want to hang on to the piece of paper that practically screamed at him, “I’m starting to fucking despise you.” And that was something that he could understand wholeheartedly. He could feel it growing in him; he was starting to despise himself.

“Don’t be late,” he mimics as he slings his legs out his bed. The trailer floor is old and peeling and is too close to how he’s feeling with the weight of Southside on his soul.

His phone vibrates on the bedside table and he holds back every single ounce of him that is more focused on using the force in him in the form of his phone against the wall. Archie is the shining light. He’s Jughead’s best friend. He’s his brother. A part of his world.

He’s the reminder that everything Jughead does is just a black mark on Betty’s heavy heart. That sometimes you can’t live off love.

That sometimes love just isn’t enough. Not when you’re washing somebody’s son’s blood off your fists the next morning.

At some point, he made it to the bathroom. It still smells like vanilla and some sort of sick echo of Betty’s shampoo. He knows she must have showered waiting for him, just like how his bed still had damp pillows from her washed hair.

Or her tears; he’s not so sure at this point.

The shower hasn’t even run for ten seconds when he decides to hop in. Sometimes he feels like the cold shower is kind of like the punishment he deserves. Because at least he feels something.

The water is daggers, it’s burning fire.

It screams Betty’s name on him.

He washes off last night. The Ghoulie. The pain.

The splits on his fists that he knows Betty will cry against when he faces her again.

His phone dings again and he looks at the glowing screen on the bathroom counter.

“Please,” his phone reads. “Jug, come on. I don’t want to see Betty cry.” Archie pleads.

His sniggers to himself, “Neither do I.”

He can still hear his fist meeting the Ghoulie’s jaw. The slapping of skin against bone. In that moment, he was free. And the look of all the Serpents around him in that moment proved that the one thing they worshiped, yeah, maybe it was him.

He tore down every fucking wall he ever built when he unleashed on that poor kid.

Sometimes, Toni’s hugs are the only ones that mean anything since Betty left.

Betty never left though. She never left his side but he felt her slipping from his wavelength.

And most of the time, Jughead feels pathetic for even asking Toni for hugs, but she had an understanding and sometimes all he needed was someone with an understanding on how hard everything fell around him. But she had Cheryl and sometimes, he felt intrusive.

Toledo and his dad are so far away when Jughead feels like there’s nothing left in Riverdale for him. But Sweet Pea would tell him he’s being stupid, and he doesn’t even want to imagine the look on Fangs’ face if he told them he was leaving. But he knows they’re not the reason why he stays. He clings on to anything that still has Betty’s aura in it, and unfortunately, that was Riverdale.

“You seem a little…” Toni starts. Jughead can hear her mind ticking with what to say next, he lies with his head in her lap and smiles to himself. He feels a little free here in her room.

“What?” he asks as he listens to Sloth scream on The Goonies - Toni’s favourite, not his.

“You seem a little better,” she says with a shrug. “It’s good, I’m liking this new and improved Jughead.”

Jughead closes his eyes while he listens to the TV, Toni chewing obnoxiously on gummy bears. “New and improved?” he asks.

“Well, yeah?” she agrees. “You don’t think so?”

He waits a moment, wondering if she would add anything. “I’m trying,” he tells her.

“To what?”

“Change for the better, improve my soul.”

Toni giggles. “Soul?” she laughs. “What soul?”

She carries on with the movie, but Jughead can’t seem to get back in. Soul? What soul? He repeats over and over. What soul? I don’t have one… he thinks. No one thinks I have one.

He knows why he’s feeling better.

Betty was letting him back in.

Even the thought of her talking to him made everything have a little more sense.

He would count down the hours until she would let him on her frequency again.

Southside wasn’t supposed to be like this anymore. Whatever family dynamic they had tried to create left as quickly as it came. Jughead knew he was their King but it wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. He was in control of something that sunk venom into everything he touched. And everything he touched seemed to wilt and wither a little more. It was hard to hold pride for something that was as toxic and draining as their leader. The darkness that clung onto Jughead so tightly with it’s fangs and pointed tails seeps into the very gang that he was leading and he wasn’t blinded to the fact that they were bad people.

Betty was sugary sweet and that was something that he would forever taste on the back of his tongue. How could the entirety of Riverdale’s being be so dull and dark when the likes of Betty Cooper ran through its waterways. She’s pastel pink in his memory. That’s all he seems to have these days. Memories.

The old Mustang he drives - a gift from Sweetpea - pulls up to Fred Andrew’s place and shuts down with a roar. Curtains fly open. Jughead wants to kick into reverse and get the fuck out. Something he’s too scared to do, not because of the disappointment that Archie is going to throw hard at him. There’s a chance that Fred would be there, and that’s a kind of disappointment he cannot face.

Archie’s bedroom window flies open on the side of the house, “Wrong house, Jug!” he yells out. “Go and see Betty!”

Jughead rolls his eyes to himself and quickly runs to Archie’s front door, letting himself inside and shrugging Southside off his shoulders and onto the floor. Taking his first proper breath in a length of time that he doesn’t care to acknowledge. In here, he’s just Jughead and most of the time he can’t see past sixteen and sharing the room with Archie.

It’s the look in Archie’s eyes when he gets to the room that makes Jughead want to turn away. Lectures don’t seem to sink in even though he knows what needs to be done.

Cut ties. Let loose. Get out of Southside.

“Betty turned up at Veronica’s last night, because, well, I guess you already know why.”

Archie’s hands tense and Jughead notices the uneasiness in Archie between trying to look in his eyes and trying to not hurt Jughead in the process.

Jughead falls on Archie’s bed and holds his face in his hands, inhaling deeply. Trying to shake guilt off in the process. “I was out late, Arch, I was tied up -”

“You said you’d stop this shit, Jug. It’s hurting Betty. You’re always coming home beaten up. I don’t even know what kind of shit the Serpents are into now. You’re in way too deep bro and look at you!” Archie almost yells. “You’re scratched up, your eyes are black! One day you might not even come home!”

Jughead blurs out the rest, staring at the mismatched pillows laying in the floor in front of him. Buzzing out the lecture. Keeping pastel pink in his mind. Archie’s arms fly in the air, his voice cracks at least three times. The room seems a hell of a lot smaller than it did when they were 16, now that they are 18. “Archie…” he says quietly.

“No, you’ve got to hear it! This is not you, Jug. This isn’t the real you. You’re more than this shit! I don’t know what the hell you got up to last night! Betty was worried sick and i’m sick and tired of trying to tell her that you’ll be okay when you wont!”

Jughead’s heart takes a beating when it starts to skip beats. Betty was the harmony in his fucked up world. The staggered breaths of air that are knocked out of him when he’s fighting. The reason why he wakes up. His knuckles crack inside his skin as Archie continues. He forgets all together how to breathe when he hears Betty’s name on Archie’s lips for the tenth time in a row.

Archie pauses when he notices tears on Jughead’s cheeks. Jughead doesn’t wipe them away but his best friend reaches out for him before pulling back again. Maybe he’s scared of me, he thinks. “I can’t find an escape,” he mutters under his breath, cracking his bloodied knuckles against his leg, faking a small smile for his best friend. “I can’t fucking cut loose. The more I move, the tighter the noose gets, Arch.”

“You need to find a way -” Archie is cut off by Jughead’s low laugh.

“Every time I find a way, I get pulled back,” he murmurs, heart racing too fast. Blood pumping too slowly in his hands.

Archie isn’t sold. Jughead can tell by the way he paces his own room and refuses to look at Jughead. “You shouldn’t have to find a way. It should just be Betty.”

Jughead stops listening when vanilla envelopes him.

All he wanted was a moment with his best friend. Someone who knew the real him.

All he got in return was too many home truths and a reminder that people miss the Jughead who didn’t come with poison attached to his very being.

He has a panic pulsing through him. It’s that so-fucked-up high that’s worse than anything else he’s ever tried. The metallic smell that’s hanging in the air that follows him and the dried up cracking of someone else’s blood on his hands creates the beating in his chest that’s splitting ribs. His breaths are short and shallow. The sound of pounding flesh and his knuckles pushing back is all he can hear right now.

The panic never stops. Two blunts later and a twenty minute lay down only increased his paranoia. Drop offs don’t get any easier. Not when the reason why Betty left his side was because she couldn’t handle any more of Southside. Not when he couldn’t tell the difference between his blood and the blood of the Ghoulie he beat up.

Not when his heart was beating so hard, it was coming out of his chest.

Inhale, exhale. It was his mantra. The guilt in his mind was a cruel reminder that that soul he was searching for, maybe he found it.

He sniggers to himself. I always feel like shit, he reminds himself.

Jughead hears a constant, static buzz in his ears. The ringing doesn’t stop and he doesn’t know if it was from the sheer amount of hits he took or a desperation in his soul to find Betty.

It’s almost as though he could smell the vanilla from down the street, or maybe it was just something that his mind was telling him he needed but the walk up to her room was fast when the floor seemed to move with him.

Her room was dark and carried an air of emptiness in it. Most of her things stil sat in the trailer though it had been weeks since she had really stayed. Her room here, at her mom’s, didn’t really feel like hers anymore. Home to her now, in Jughead’s eyes, was with him in the trailer. But it didn’t feel like home enough for her to come back.

The drawers seemed empty, the dresser bare, but the shape of Betty’s body called to from under the blankets and he could see she was sleeping peacefully. He wants to run.

He wants to stay with her.

His pulse slows though, his blood feels thicker in his veins and a pulse of relief echoes through when he realises his blunt was kicking in. “Juggie?” a voice that seems so smooth and silky, it was like instant ease.

Betty.

His body betrays him. Betty in his zone right now just made him feel a little right. It’s that familiarity he’s searching for, something she’s been giving him a lot more of and he’s grateful for it. Archie might hold a hate for him, his dad might be in Toledo when he needs him most but the universe can’t take all of Riverdale, no matter how hard it’s trying to strip Jughead bare.

He’s bare feet on silk sheets when he climbs in next to her. Breathing pauses again when he’s trying to steady his soul. Steady soul, all wrapped up in the body next to him.

He wraps arms around her and dots kisses on her neck and drowns a little, letting it take him deeper into the water that she gives him. Ease.

Ease.

Easier than breathing.

She doesn’t ease up, though. He feels the shift in her body that replicates the stiffness in his own being. He made her this way. Tough. Concrete. She was right at the bottom and he knows it.

“Jughead?” she whispers, half asleep and slightly erratic. Finally she gives up, in his arms, and moves closer to him. “I was so worried.”

The words ring in his ears and replace the static in his mind. For the first time in a long time, he hears clearly.

“Betty,” he mumbles. “I came back for you.”

She smiles gently against his lips. If he could pinpoint every emotion in that one kiss, he would first read sadness. It lingers on him, in his skin, his hair. He feels it emitting from her. The sadness that he brings.

The sadness lingers above them, sitting in the room as they lay on the bed, “I wish you would stay with me,” she tells him. “Don’t go.”

“I want to stay, Betty, trust me,” he tells her. “I want to be locked up here with you.”

She sighs against his collarbone and it chills him to the core. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

He smiles to himself, eating up the sadness, drowning the madness in Sweetwater River. She never did want to talk about it, but neither did he. If he could keep it buried forever, then he’d leave it there. “I don’t want to either.”

“Then stay with me,” she begs with closed eyes, “For once let’s not let Southside come between us. Just you and I, Jug. Like we’re kids again.”

“Like we’re kids again,” he repeats against her soft hair. “Got it.”

She breathes in his air. She breathes life back into him, washing away guilt, taking in his pain. Making him feel human again. “I love you Jug. No matter what. No matter how fucking hard.”

He struggles to repeat the words when his bones feel like they’re snapping, cartilage spreading through his hands. His mind isn’t his when Betty Cooper is around. “I’m sorry I do this to you, baby.”

“I know.”

The silence seems louder when it’s just them two in the room. The silence is a welcomed change. Jughead knows that silence in the world of the Serpents is like a spreading disease that holds no peace in it. “You’re too good for me.”

Betty doesn’t arguing. All Jughead feels is a tightening grip on his body, as if she was trying to hold him down. Keep him with her at all times. He knows she holds a fear in her heart. “There’s no me without you though, Jug,” she whispers. “As much as you can’t find a way to get out, I can’t either.”

He feels the venom pooling again. This time is sinks deeper into the one person he loves.

He loves her deeper than deep.

He’s fucked this lifetime over deeper than deep.

She’s all glittery eyes and soft touched words when she’s in his arms and all of her promises seem to sound so pretty when it just him and her in the room. He’s almost convinced that he could be anything he wants to be when he’s laying in her silk.

“I didn’t sign up for things to be so hard, you know that right?” he asks her.

Her weak smile tells him that she knows. “When is there going to be time for me next to Southside?”

“You’re my Queen,” he promises. “There’s always time for you.”

Her laugh makes him uneasy, “it’s almost as though we can’t coexist.”

“What happened to not talking about Southside? 16 again, remember?”

Her breathing hitches. “Right.”

Jughead’s hands smooth over her hips and finally his hands feel like they’re home on her skin. “I just need to get through this part and then I’ll get out, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she says sternly.

“I promised I’d be here,” he tries. “And I’m on time.”

“Only because I had to remind you.”

It hurts him more than it should.

He tries to shift but she won’t give up his body that still has Southside sitting on his shoulders. “Where do you see us in the future?” he questions, instantly regretting it, not wanting to hear the answers for fear of hurting himself.

Betty pauses almost abruptly and again the dynamic switches. Now he’s the one drowning at the bottom. Anything for her, though.

Betty’s nails dance on the gap between Jughead’s jeans and flannel. “Life with you.”

“Are we happy?”

She smiles again. “Always.”

“Good.”

“Maybe we’re just normal Jughead and Betty again. Maybe there’s no danger. Maybe we’re just two people in love who had a past.”

“A bad past,” he corrects.

“No,” Betty shakes against the pillow. “It’s not bad. People go through things, you know.”

“People go through some shitty things.”

Betty chuckles and hits Jughead lightly on the chest. “Please keep optimistic. We’re alive aren’t we?”

Jughead’s throat starts to close in the closer he pulls Betty to him. His trachea contracts, he squeezes his eyes shut so tightly to block everything out. “I’m only ever alive when you’re with me, Betts.”

She hums softly with the same weak smile on her face. He holds her closer than close, wanting them to be the same person and believes that maybe, if they lay there long enough, everything would wash away, sinking further into the depths of Sweetwater River.

“We can get past this, right?” she says, sleep hanging onto her.

“As long as you don’t ever leave me,” he replies.

“I might just run away to California. Never come back.”

Jughead laughs as he rubs his own eyes, letting sleep take him too. “And leave me here?”

“You’d come with me of course,” Betty shrugs,

“And leave everything behind? I don’t think so!” He jokes back, earning an elbow in the ribs.

Betty’s sigh of relief runs through them both. “There’s things bigger than Southside and Riverdale out there, you know Jug?”

“I know,” he murmurs. “Things like you.”

#as one but out of sync #bughead #jughead jones #betty cooper #jughead x betty #riverdale #southside serpents #dark!juggie #serpent jughead #riverdale fanfiction #bughead fanfiction #robrey after dark #jughead #betty and jughead #jughead and betty #riverdale fic #riverdale fandom

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charlieism · 6 years

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why wont people ever just let other people enjoy things.

like sure you think it’s “””cringey””” or you dont like whatever the fuck ship theyre having fun enjoying, or you have a superiority complex and ‘hate what these fandoms have turned into i was here first!’ and just. add onto some innocent post, talking shit for no reason or insulting the op on their happy little post abt the thing they like!! u dont need to do that!!!! just fucking ignore it if ur not interested ok!!!!! it doesnt matter what you think, you can think its the cringiest thing in the world for fucks sake, but if someone is just trying to enjoy this thing because it makes them happy then fuck you for trying to bring them down about that.

oh and especially if theyre a goddamn kid. so what if a 13 year old girl likes a mainstream musical!! theyre popular for a reason, let her enjoy something!!! oh no a boy likes minecraft time to insult him for a simple fucking game about building that he enjoys playing!!! im mad!!! these kids r gonna turn out bitter and start hating things that them happy because you dont like what they enjoy (despite the fact that if ur also insulting them for their age then theres obviously an age difference there and you arent going to like the same fucking things are 12 yr old does oh my god) cringe culture fucking sucks and if you contribute to that, if you try to hurt people for an innocent thing that might happen to be popular, or that personally doesnt appeal to you, if you like to try to drag them to your level of pettiness and hatred for something thats managed to bring them a little bit of excitement and joy in this fucked up world then youre literally the worst.

tl;dr: cringe culture is the worst, don’t make fun of or insult people for liking things, and especially dont do it to kids wtf is wrong with you.

#jay rambles #vent #fucking hell ive just seen these people being so mean!! on posts that literally harm nobody its just people loving their fandom ok!#like the snide comments and passive-aggressiveness or #the intentional trying to make someone feel bad for liking something is so shitty. and especially when theyre like #'oh another 13 yr old who likes this haha lame' like shut the fuck up and lets kids enjoy things. fucking hell its not that hard

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beelieveinfandom · 6 years

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Healing and Hijinks

What happens after the events of Haunted and Hunted.

The kids meet their new caretaker and figure out the specifics of their new living situation. 2651 words.

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Renee glowered at the person at the other side of the table from her, Charlie, and Vin. Charlie was looking at the floor, fiddling with zir hands. Vin was looking around absently.

Renee had no idea why she agreed to this. This was a mistake. This was so obviously and unmistakably a mistake. They would have been fine on their own. It wouldn’t have been great, but it would’ve worked. They didn’t need some interloper, whom they knew nothing about besides that they worshipped a demon, to inject themself into their lives to take control of everything. It wasn’t going to end well for them and she should have known it from the start. She should have put her metaphorical foot down from the start. But she didn’t. And now she was here, full of regret. She wondered what Alcor would do if she called this off right now. He had said that she they could end the arrangement for any reason. But he would probably get mad at her for not being willing to actually give the person a chance. And she really didn’t want to make Alcor, Maker of Archipelagos, mad. Even if he had assured her that he wasn’t going to do anything to her or her friends, she wasn’t willing to test his temper.

The person, an older werewolf in their midform, smiled gently at the teens. It was clearly supposed to put them at ease. She wondered if that was why they were in their midform, if they had been told that they might not trust humans so made themself physically inhuman to help relax them. How dumb did they think she was to fall for such obvious tactics?

“Hello,” they said. “My name’s Jarled. Jarled Thornbaker. Feel free to use whichever name you’re more comfortable with. I use pronouns like he/him/his. Would you like to introduce yourselves?”

Jarled sat like a statue: solid and still. He was a large man, even for a midform werewolf. He had two meters of height, broad shoulders, and a fair amount of fat all over. His fur, patterned like that of a grey wolf, was short and soft looking.

“How much did they tell you?” Renee asked.

“About what brings you here? Not much. I was simply told that Our Star had requested that someone ensure the three of you have what you need,” Jarled said. “From that I can assume that you have probably been through a significant ordeal, as Our Star isn’t well known for rehousing those who don’t need greatly.”

“Why are you the one to look after us?” she asked.

“I have the space to house you and have experience adopting teen wards,” he explained.

Renee crossed her arms. “What makes you so interested in adopting teenagers?”

“Well, the first time I did it it was mostly because someone had to, and that went well so I kept doing it.”

Vin extended his neck, placing his head between Renee and Jarled. “So, um, hi. My name is Vin. I’m a him, I guess. It’s nice to meet you or whatever. Charlie, do you wanna introduce yourself?”

“Um, alright.” Charlie pulled zir eyes away from the floor to meet Jarled’s. “I’m Charlie. Ze/zir. Thank you for being willing to take us in.”

“The girl with absolutely no cares about basic etiquette is Renee, I’m sorry about her, she’s not normally this aggressive unless politics are involved.”

“Vin! Don’t apologize for me.”

“Well I wouldn’t,” he said, “but it didn’t seem like you were gonna apologize for yourself is all.”

“I don’t need to apologize! In absolutely no way am I in the wrong.”

“Ya being rude, Renee,” Vin said, pausing for a beat. “Rudenee.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Jarled said, putting his hands in front of himself. “I wouldn’t expect you to trust me, we just met after all.”

“But you will expect us to trust you once we’ve known each other for a while,” she said.

“Not necessarily,” he clarified. “I can’t demand that you trust me, that’s not what trust is, and although I would love it if you grew to trust me I understand that sometimes that’s just not going to happen. That said, I will be expect a certain amount of respect. There are going to be rules, and I am going to hold you to following them.”

“What are the rules?” she asked.

“I was planning on coming up with the household rules with you, once we got to know each other a little. We could do it now though, if you’d prefer.”

“You want us to make the rules that we are going to be living under?”

“Well, yes. They are going to have a pretty significant effect on your life for the next few years, so you should get some say in them. And these rules don’t just affect you - I’m going to be living by them too. They’ll govern how we will operate as a household. It’s a good way to formally set boundaries and make sure needs are met.”

“So what if we want to make some completely unreasonable rules?” Renee said.

“Then we’ll have to talk about it.”

“What if we don’t want to talk about it?” Renee said. “You don’t know anything about us. What if we’re just fundamentally unreasonable people? What would you do then?”

“Well,” Jarled said slowly, “are you a fundamentally unreasonable person?”

“I might be.”

“Oh my god,” Vin interjected. “I will not have my position as the unreasonable one usurped by you of all people. You’re like, the most reasonable person I’ve ever met when you aren’t being difficult for the sake of being difficult.”

“I am not being difficult for the sake of being difficult.”

Vin cocked his head. “So why are you being so difficult then?”

“I’m not being difficult,” she said. “I’m being cautious. Something you could really stand to be more often.”

Vin shrugged. “Caution’s overrated. Constant vigilance takes effort.”

“There’s a difference between constant vigilance and actually caring about what happens to you.”

“Nah.”

Renee pinched the bridge of her nose. “ Anyway . Rules. I’m sure you have some in mind; why don’t you tell us what they are and we can get this over with?”

“I don’t have too many, myself,” Jarled said. “I need it to be quiet when I’m sleeping. You don’t need to be silent but I will need to to be quiet. I’m going to ask that you go to school or do something equivalent - we can set up an independent learning plan if public school would be a problem for you. While we’re still fairly unfamiliar with each other I would ask that you don’t wake me during the night unless it’s an emergency. Being on the moon constantly pushes me towards my canine form so when I’m sleeping I go full wolf, and can be a little excitable around people whose smells I’m not familiar with. I’m going to expect you to do some of the household chores, but we can divvy up the specifics of those a bit later. I’m fine doing anything so you can take your pick at what you want to do.

“Do you have anything in mind for rules you want?”

“It’s not exactly a rule but I want a door with a lock,” Renee said. “Ideally my own room but I would be content enough to share a room with Vin or Charlie.”

“It’s a four bedroom living space, so you can all have your own rooms. And yes, the doors lock. Once the lock is keyed to you the only way I could cause it to open is by starting a fire, as safety protocols will then unlock all the doors.”

“I want a physical lock, one that can’t be opened by a computer.”

“That can be arranged,” said Jarled. “The doors slide open so it wouldn’t be hard to attach something for a padlock. I will warn you ahead of time that the bedrooms are a little on the small side; there isn’t much more room than is taken up by a bed, shelf, and desk.”

“That’s fine. I’m used to confined quarters.”

“So,” Vin said, “why does one guy have a four bedroom place, anyway?”

The wolf sighed. “When I was younger, I had a bit of a hoarding problem. As most places here don’t have that much storage space, and I had a fair sized disposable income from my job at the solar plant, I decided to get a place with extra rooms to hold my things. I’ve gotten a lot better since then, but the communal area might be a little cluttered for the first few days while I get rid of some things.”

“Is having us move into your space going to be a problem for you?” Charlie asked.

Jarled’s head shook as he spoke. “Oh, no, no. I can - and should - get rid of a few things. I’m nowhere near as bad as I used to be. It’s just, when the place is empty and I have so much space, it’s really easy to pick up a thing or two that I don’t need, and, well, it adds up. When I have people living over it’s actually a lot easier for me to restrain myself, because I know I wont have anywhere to put things. Normally I would already have cleaned the space out but this was very short notice.”

“Uh, I have a rule, if it’s alright?” Charlie said.

“Of course it is.”

“Could we always warn each other before inviting someone over?” Charlie said quietly. “Sometimes people I don’t know well are really overwhelming and I’d like to be able to prepare myself.”

Jarled smiled. “That’s fine. I would even add to it and say that any of us can deny a request to have someone over if they aren’t up to that person being in their space. And the moon has plenty of places to hang out, so you don’t need to worry about being unable to see your friends because of that rule.”

Charlie, who had basically wanted just that but hadn't had the nerve to say it for zirself, said, “That’s a nice addition.”

“Do any of you have or require a service animal?” Jarled asked, going through a mental checklist.

“Not unless Charlie’s been holding out on us,” Vin said.

“No, I’ve never had a pet.”

“Well, if you end up thinking that an animal would be beneficial to you just let me know.” Jarled moved onto the next item. “What foods do you like? We’ll mostly be eating algae, but it comes in a wide variety of flavors and textures, so I can get some that are based on foods that you like. I also might be able to get the real deal every now and then as a treat, depending on what you like.”

“Oh man, chocolate. Have you had chocolate? It’s pretty great. Really great. You know the internet? It’s like that but in your mouth. Only tasty. And less full of porn. And it’s nothing like the internet, actually.” Vin tilted his head upwards. “Outside of that I’m not sure. Tofu was pretty good. And like, noodles? Noodles were fun. Loved the cronch. I’m going to have to say no on protein bars though. I’m done with the protein bar. That chapter of my culinary history is behind me, evermore.”

“I am going to agree that, on the off chance that an ‘unflavored protein bar’ variety of algae actually exists, I want nothing to do with it.” Renee shook her head slightly. “That said, I’m not picky, and Vin doesn’t know what he’s talking about. If you get a variety of options I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“I’ve always liked fish,” Charlie said.

Vin leaned back and said, “You’re a walking stereotype, Charlie. Ya just like ya fatha.”

Ze stared at Vin. “I really don’t understand the things you say sometimes.”

“Well, I don’t understand the things I say all the time so you’re doing better than I am.”

“How are you planning on doing meals?” Renee interjected. “Are you going to expect us to all eat together or do you have something else in mind?”

“Well, I like cooking, so I would be happy to make something for all of you, but if you would rather eat alone I’m certainly not going to stop you,” Jarled answered.

“Well… good,” she said.

They continued to talk about the specifics of living together until Jarled stretched out and said, “That should be enough for now. And keep in mind that nothing that we’ve discussed here is set in stone; if anything isn’t working for you we can always change it.”

Charlie nodded. “That’s good to know.”

“Now, would you guys mind being left on your own for a little while I go and make some final preparations for your stay?”

“That would be fine,” Renee said.

“Excellent. I’ll be back soon.”

“Well,” Charlie said after a moment. “He seems nice.”

“A little too nice if you ask me,” Renee said, glaring at the door.

“Aw,” said Vin, “Is someone a little suspicious about the new guy?”

“It’s just… he seemed to know the right thing to say for everything!”

“Well, he did say that he had done this before,” Charlie pointed out.

“Which is the perfect excuse, isn’t it?” Renee said. “He’s trying to get our guards down.”

“That is generally the goal of taking care of trauma victims,” Charlie said.“Getting them to a place where they can relax and lower their guard, that is.”

Renee crossed her arms. “It’s also generally the goal of someone with an agenda.”

“Not everyone has a agenda.” Ze paused before adding, “Or, at least, not everyone has a bad agenda.”

“I’m not saying that everyone would abuse the power they hold over us, but that anyone could ,” Renee said. “We don’t know this person at all. We have no reason to believe that he won’t try something. Literally the only thing we know about him is that he worships a demon. That’s not a point in his favor.”

Vin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but it’s Tyrone. He barely counts as a demon.”

Renee stared at Vin. “He killed thirty-five million people in a matter of hours.”

“Happens to the best of us.”

“ Anyway , I am in no way unwilling to give this Jarled a chance. We presently lack options, and I’m not in denial about that,” she explained. “I’m just saying I don’t trust him, that I find his behavior suspicious rather than reassuring, and I don’t see that changing.”

“And we wouldn’t expect you to. After all, if you didn’t have severe trust issues, how would we even know it was you?” Vin asked.

She glared. “I do not have trust issues. My suspicion of strangers with power over me is perfectly reasonable, considering my life experience.”

“Ah, the good ol’ ‘it’s not paranoia if they really are out to get you’ argument, huh?”

“I don’t think that trust issues have to be irrational. I think most people with trust issues had their trust violated at some point,” Charlie said. “You have problems bringing yourself to trust someone new. I think that’s all that trust issues are.”

“Well, fine then, maybe I do have trust issues. But I don’t see that as a problem,” she said. “It just means that when things finally go wrong I won’t be taken by surprise.”

“I don’t think things are going to go wrong, though. At least, not like they went wrong before. It would be pretty improbable for something like that to happen to us twice.”

“I do hope you’re right, but I’m certainly not holding my breath over here,” she said. “Who knows? Maybe he really is what he seems. We’ll just have to wait and see.”

Hey everyone. It's been awhile. I currently have the rough drafts of two other short bits typed up, but it might be awhile until they get posted because I want to have the option of changing things if something doesn't work like i hope it will.

Basically, I'm currently writing the first role-playing campaign these nerds have, and I want to make sure that I can actually get the three characters to work with each other narratively before I post the character creation bit. I think it should be fine, but anxiety.

#Transcendence AU #Haunted Fic #My shit #my fic

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ktrsss1fics · 7 years

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Passionfruit.

There is a saying that says, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

In order for something to happen in Vegas, Georgina Ferguson needed to get to Las Vegas. She should have been getting ready for brunch with the girls but she wasn’t. She was currently stuck in a window seat on an overcrowded Delta plane at LAX. They had been stuck at the gate for the past forty-five minutes. She was on her way to meet her friends to celebrate Mags’ birthday and to watch Niall perform at the iHeartRadio festival.

At that very moment, she regretted her decision to book the flight. Her original plan was to drive out after work Friday night. She could have slept on the floor in Brittany’s room and enjoyed an extra night out with her friends. The universe had other plans for her. Georgina didn’t get out of the office until half past eight. By the time she finished packing, she’d be driving through the desert in the dead of the night. Too many dangerous hypotheticals had filled her brain so she decided against it.

Since arriving back from Aruba, she tried to be more of an active participant in her social life. She tried to not let work consume her. She spent a few nights a week bouncing between the homes of her friends. Most of those nights were filled with food and laughter. On the nights she wasn’t trying to change her friends’ perception of her, Georgina was sat in a theater room with a bottle of wine and a curious puppy.

Niall’s adoption of Scout had been beneficial to the entire group. They had something to occupy their time while he was gone. Scout took day trips with Britt and Dave, stayed the weekends with Mags and Jamie, and spent the rest of her time at Georgina’s flat. The little chocolate lab was a constant reminder of their Irish best friend. Everyone tried to spend as much time with her as possible.

When the plane finally was up in the air, Georgina used her time to mentally prepare for the weekend. Her itinerary included a little bit of gambling, some fun by the pool, and a good amount of alcohol. She had no issues with those plans. She had actually been looking forward to them all week.

There was one thing that she was worried about.

It was going to be the first time she’s seen Niall since he left.

They texted every day and FaceTimed when he could but things were different. She’d get to see him in the flesh for the first time in a month and she was nervous about it.

She was nervous that things were going to be different. She was nervous that him being away would change where things were headed. She was nervous that he had found someone new.

She knew it was her insecurities poisoning her mind. She hadn’t been in this phase of a relationship in a very long time. The last time she had a serious crush on someone was when she was thirteen. The last time she wanted to get to know someone better she still had posters of Take That on her walls. She felt like the rusted Tin Man in the forest and Dorothy hadn’t found her yet.

By the time she came out of her thoughts, the plane was ready to make its final descent. She hadn’t realized how quick the flight had been. She made a mental checklist of what she needed to do as soon as she got off the plane. When she headed to baggage claim, she turned her cell phone back on. A flurry of notifications flew across the screen. There were a few messages from work and a voicemail from her mother. The rest of the notifications were from her friends giving her a hard time for being late. She watched a series of videos on Snapchat of Niall and the boys giving her a lecture. Hearing his laugh, seeing his face, and realizing in a short few hours she’d be able to be in his presence made her nerves start to fade.

Her luggage came around the conveyor belt quicker than she anticipated. She was in the middle of setting up a ride on Lyft when the llama luggage tag her brother gifted her last Christmas caught her eye. As she went to grab her bag, a text message came in. Apparently, there was a car waiting to pick her up. She was so surprised by the gesture that she didn’t pick her bag up in time. She took a deep breath as she waited for it to come around again. She needed to get it together.

With her luggage in hand, she made her way towards the exit. A dark haired man, waiting by a black town car, held a sign with her name on it. Niall always thought of everything. The man was from Texas and reminded of her father’s brother. He made a few jokes as they fought through airport traffic. She sent the girls a message letting them know she was on her way.

Jenna’s aunt had helped the group get a block of rooms at a discounted rate at the Cosmopolitan. From the pictures that were sent, the rooms were nicer than all of their homes combined. It was going to be a good time.

As the car turned onto Tropicana, a wave of electricity shot through her body.

She made it.

She was in Las Vegas and she was ready for whatever the weekend had in store.

As soon as she got to the hotel, Georgina checked in and headed straight to her room. She wanted to change out of her flight clothes and into something more comfortable before she saw her friends. She pulled out two birthday cards from her carry-on bag. The one for Mags was filled out within a few seconds. She gushed about their friendship and how much she appreciated the older sister influence Mags brought to her life. The second card was left blank.

She didn’t know what she wanted to say -- not yet at least.

She grabbed one of the wrapped gifts from her luggage and her purse before leaving the room. Almost instantly, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She had put a ban on all work business for the weekend. When Debra’s name appeared on the screen, she knew that ban was a good idea. She hit ignore as someone catcalled her from down the hall. She looked up to find Jamie standing with a smug look his face and a bucket of ice in his hand.

“Does your lady know you’re catcalling other women?” Georgina asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Ehh, she won’t mind it.” He smiled as he waited for her to catch up.

Georgina picked up her pace until she met him. They shared a brief embrace before falling in stride with one another.

“You fly the plane here yourself, Ferguson?” He teased as they stopped in front of a room.

“Feels like it.” She sighed.

“You just missed Ni.” Jamie said trying to get his room key out of his wallet. “He had to go do soundcheck or an interview or something official.”

Georgina took the ice bucket trying to help, “Oh. How was brunch?”

“Bit overpriced if you ask me.” He shrugged. “But it was nice. Right now we are trying to make a plan. The um girls were thinking about going to the pool. The lads and I were going to start drinking. You are welcome to join either group.”

“Good to know.” She smiled. “How’s she doing?”

“Countdown to thirty has already started.” He said shaking his head.

“Is she mad I missed brunch?” Georgina asked slightly worried.

Jamie looked surprised. “No way. She totally understands. She had a meltdown Wednesday night because she didn’t think she’d get everything done on Thursday. Work comes first.”

“I feel so guilty.” She sighed. “I’ve been doing good lately. I just don’t want you guys to go back to disliking me because I work all the time.”

“Fergie, you need to cut yourself some slack. You’re doing your best and it shows. No one hates you.” He said stroking her back gently. “No one ever has.”

“But in Aruba…” She started to say but stopped when he turned to open the door.

“That was Keith being a twat.” Jamie shook his head. “We might give you shit but it’s because we love ya.”

Georgina faked a smile stepping inside the room, “If you say so James.”

“Who’s there?” Brittany’s distinct voice called out as she leaned towards the door. “Hey babe!”

“Fergie!” Mags squealed as she stepped out of the bathroom.

The two women pulled each other into a tight embrace.

“I’m so sorry I missed it.” She whispered in the older girl’s ear.

“Hush! You’re alright love.” Mags squeezed her a little tighter. “Didn’t miss much.”

“First rounds on me tonight, yeah?” Georgina said as she pulled away.

“Not gonna argue with that.” Mags winked before motioning towards the bar. “Help yourself.”

“Thanks.” She smiled before handing over the gift. “Happy Birthday!”

While Mags read her card, Georgina walked around the room greeting the rest of her friends. Brittany had gotten up to refill her drink. She filled up an extra flute of champagne and handed it to her best friend. Georgina placed a kiss on her as a sign of gratitude.

“Flight from hell?” Brittany asked with a laugh.

“You have no idea.” Georgina said taking a small sip from her glass.

“Did ya have a fucking layover in Wolvo or what?” Dave teased bringing over a container of orange juice for the blonde to add to her drink.

She put out her glass for him to fill. “It feels like it.”

“What took so long?” He asked topping it off.

Georgina tapped her glass against his as a thank you.

“Apparently, planes need fuel to fly.” She said dryly.

“You don’t say.” He replied in a faux posh accent.

“Shocking, I know.” She replied mimicking his tone.

“Ferguson, I love you!” Mags called from the room caressing a bottle of sherry.

“Love you too, Sister Mary Margaret.” Georgina teased making everyone in the room laugh.

“Who wants Bristol Cream?” Mags called out opening the bottle.

Brittany got up and headed across the room to fill up another cup.

Georgina felt Dave move closer to her. He raised his drink to cover his mouth but she couldn't understand what he was trying to say. He scanned the room. No one would notice if they slipped out onto the balcony.

Dave nodded towards the door and made his way outside. Georgina followed behind him. Once outside, she sat down on the chair in the corner. Her eyes trailed off to the sun soaked Strip as he sat down beside her.

Dave sipped on his beer slowly. Georgina took her eyes off the road and focused on him.

“What's up?” She asked nudging his leg.

“He's nervous.” He said keeping his eyes on the street.

It took a moment for Georgina to realize who he was referring to. Once she did, she didn't know how to respond.

“He's like really nervous.” He repeated.

“I would be too.” She stated deciding to play it cool. “I mean two performances in one day and all those people to sing too.”

“No babe. He's not nervous about that.” Dave said turning his attention to her. “He's done all that before. He’s used to playing massive crowds. He's nervous because he's going to be performing for you.”

She tried her best to fight off the blush that wanted so badly to form. “What?”

“You haven't seen him solo yet. He's worried he's not going to impress you.” Dave smiled.

“How do you know that?” She asked shyly.

“Told me during our cuddle this morning.” Dave said placing a hand on her leg.

Georgina’s face lit up. “Your what?”

“Britt went to Jenna’s room to help her with her hair so we just had a little cuddle and talked about the day.” Dave explained. “He just mentioned he was a bit worried that you wouldn't like it. You're the last one of the group to see him perform.”

She couldn't help but smile. Niall Horan was probably the sweetest boy she'd ever met. He always wanted to please his friends. He was such a perfectionist. If one of them wasn't pleased with something, he would try his best to fix it. He wanted them to like his music and so far he had succeeded.

Dave squeezed her leg, “Are you two together?”

She shook her head finishing off her glass. His straightforward approach took her by surprise.

“Really? He's more smitten than usual.” Dave said surprised. “I figured maybe you came to your senses.”

“We’re just friends.” She said glancing up at him.

Dave nodded. “Oh.”

“But like not like before. Like actual friends.” Georgina admitted softly.

“So you aren't being a dick to him anymore, that's good to know.” He teased making her blush. “That's probably why he's a lot happier.”

“He uh cares a lot. I couldn't do that to him.” She admitted. “I mean he's Marcus but he's not Marcus, ya know?”

Dave looked confused before it hit him. “Fuck. He's Marcus.”

She nodded slowly. “That's why I hated him.”

“But he's like top shelf Marcus,” Dave replied. “Like top shelf top class non-cheating Marcus.”

“So basically he’s not Marcus. He’s Niall.” She laughed making him smile.

“Yeah. Niall’s Niall.” Dave said.

“The reason I was looking for him that day was because I felt bad for being mean to him.” She explained. “Our last dinner in Aruba made me realize everyone thinks I'm a bitch so I've been trying to fix it.”

Dave rolled his eyes. “Fuck Keith. His opinion doesn't matter.”

“Yeah well it put things into perspective.” She sighed. “So when I couldn't find him, I thought he left for Ireland already and I had been mean to him so I wanted to fix things.”

“And you fixed them. Kid still thinks you shit rainbows and butterflies.” Dave teased.

Georgina shoved him playfully. “Fuck off.”

He leaned in close and lowered his voice. “I didn't tell Britt and I won't tell her about this either.”

“Why not?” She asked watching him finish off his drink.

He shrugged. “Like keeping secrets with you.”

“Just like primary school.” Georgina said patting his leg. “Never did tell Britt you had a crush on her.”

“No but fucking Sophie did.” He grumbled.

“Can't say anything around the women in that family unless you want everyone to know it.” Georgina said as the balcony door opened.

“You convince her to make out with Ni, yet?” Mags asked with a smirk.

Dave’s eyes lit up as he scanned between the two women. “What?”

“Nothing!” They sang in unison.

He narrowed his eyes at them. “Don’t believe ya. I’ll be keepin’ my eyes on you two today.”

Mags rolled her eyes dramatically. “Wastin’ your time love.”

“It’s girl talk.” Georgina said patting his leg. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Fergie Ferg, we are going shopping at Caesars.” Mags said. “Wanna come?”

“Sure.” She smiled as she stood up.

“Georgina, if you want to make out with him, he’d let you.” Dave said patting her leg as she walked past him.

Mags and the rest of the girls started laughing loudly. Heat rushed to Georgina’s cheeks.

“Oh fuck off, all of ya.” She rolled her eyes as she headed inside.

The best thing about Las Vegas is the mentality that rules don't matter. What happens there, stays there. The possibilities are endless. A person can openly drink a cocktail, smoke a cigarette and gamble all while waiting for their morning breakfast. Naked women are sprawled across the streets of the Strip while men from Australia strip for bachelorette parties full of intoxicated women. Buffets of surf, turf, and everything in between are accessible twenty-four hours a day. Alcohol is served in bowls, pyramids, and even the Eiffel Tower. It's every wild child’s paradise.

Georgina was trying her best to live up to that wild child persona. So far she had won fifty dollars playing roulette, bought a Celine Dion shirt for her mother, and watched Mags spend too much money on a pair of shoes. She even splurged on some Taco Bell on the way to the arena where the concert was being held. She was already enjoying this trip a lot more than the last time she was in Sin City -- and she hadn't even seen Niall yet.

She felt good and that in itself felt good.

She currently stood beside Jenna in an overcrowded line at a concession stand. Britt and Mags were right behind them. The boys had sent them on a beer run. They were only a few songs away from when Niall was due on stage and the boys wanted to do a celebratory toast in his honor.

Georgina couldn't deny that she was a bit nervous. The fear of the unknown was always something she struggled with. Being that this was the first time she'd get to see Niall by himself, she didn't know what to expect. She knew he was a great performer. But he wasn't going to have those four moving parts around him and that was a scary thought. The rest of their friends had already seen him perform on more than one occasion. They made it to Wango Tango, they caravanned down to see him in San Diego, they made the trip out to be at Summertime Ball, and they scheduled their life around the LA date of his current tour.

She couldn't do that. Her job wouldn't allow it.

She fit a tinge of guilt when she thought about watching him sing. It had nearly been a year since he released his first solo single and she hadn't taken the time to see him sing it live. She knew that he understood. Her work schedule was hard to plan around. But there was something inside her that made her feel like a terrible friend for waiting so long.

That's part of the reason why she needed to get her hand on a pint before he came on stage. She needed something to calm her nerves.

By the time the girls got back to their seats, Ryan Seacrest took the stage to amp up the crowd before announcing who the next act was. As soon as Ireland left his lips, it was pretty obvious who it was going to be.

A boisterous chant began as the lights went out. High pitched squeals and mind-numbing screams filled the air. The lights went out. A drum beat started to play as Georgina held her breath.

This was it. The moment she was waiting for.

By the time the rest of the band kicked in, a spotlight shone brightly on center stage. A charismatic boy from the midlands of Ireland stood with a guitar and a beaming smile on his face. As soon as the first note left his lips, Georgina and the group of women standing in front of her were done for. They had perfect reason to be. His voice sounded even better in person.

Two songs in, Georgina almost couldn’t believe her eyes. Niall Horan was the ultimate performer. The way he moved around the stage and interacted with the audience was electric. His dedication to his craft was admirable. Everyone in the stadium could tell that he genuinely loved what he was doing. He had grown so much since she’d seen him last. He wasn’t just the fourth member of a boy band. He was a confident (and incredibly sexy) independent artist with a story to tell. She watched the group of women in front of her melt over the boy who was so drunk at Jamie’s 30th that he sang a potted plant to sleep.

His set was short but the songs he chose were memorable.With one song left, Niall rested an arm on his mic stand while taking a sip from a bottle of water. The cameraman focused in on his face. A mischievous glint shone in his eye. That look was infamous amongst the group -- especially was booze was involved. Georgina didn’t know what was about to happen but she knew it was going to be good.

Niall grabbed the mic off the stand and put the bottle on the floor. “Oi Vegas!”

The crowd cheered in response.

“Mr. Cameraman, can you put the camera on the spot that we discussed earlier?” He asked with a smile.

Georgina watched as the camera scanned the crowd. It wasn’t long until her face was being projected across the jumbo screen. Brittany and Dave erupted into laughter.

“Oh look it’s Fergie! Hey Ferg.” Niall cheered into the mic.

Her eyes went wide as all eyes focused on her. She raised her pint in front of her face trying to hide but it didn’t work. Niall’s infamous laugh erupted loudly through the sound system. Georgina shook her head. She could feel her entire body getting warm from the attention.

“Why ya – why ya shakin’ your head at me? Is it the attention? Am I embarassin’ ya?” He asked with a cheeky grin. “If any of you want to know any facts about flowers, Fergie’s your girl.”

Georgina casually flipped him off making the rest of her friends laugh. The group of women in front of her were quick to shoot dirty looks in her direction but she didn’t care. Niall was proving that things were going to be fine between them.

The smile on Niall’s face grew even bigger. “Fat Tuesday later?”

Wolf whistles escaped the lips of Jamie and Dave causing Georgina’s skin to grow pink.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He winked. He cleared his throat. “Anyways, we have to go over one more person. Op! There were go. Ladies and gentlemen, this is my friend Mags.”

Maggie dramatically took a bow making him laugh.

“Today is her twenty-ninth birthday.” He said making the crowd scream.

“You see the handsome devil on her left? That’s her fella Jamie.” Niall explained. “When the last song I’m gonna play tonight first came out, he was obsessed with it.”

“What is he doing?” Mags asked not knowing what was going on.

“Sang it in the shower, at the gym, on his way to work.” Niall laughed looking directly at his friend. “He sang it so much that little Miss Mags banned him from singin’ it.”

He jutted out his hip and started to mimic Mags’ accent. “If you aren’t Niall, you aren’t singin’ it.”

His entire group of friends keeled over in laughter. His impression was spot on.

“Anyways, if it’s alright with Miss Margaret, the last song of the night will be a little tune called ‘This Town’.” Niall said with a smile. “Is that alright with the Birthday Girl?”

The small brunette sent a double thumbs up towards the stage. The crowd cheered happily.

With a nod of his head, Niall placed the mic back on his stand as his drummer counted him in. The folky song about falling in love in a small town engrossed the audience. Brittany linked her arm around Georgina’s as a soft sing-along took form.

Jamie started off the song in perfect sync with Niall. By the time chorus came around for a second time, his singing stopped. No one really noticed though. No one saw him pull a box out of his pocket and get down on one knee. Mags gave him a confused look as he tugged on her hand. He started to speak but the sounds of the crowd made it hard to hear.

He realized his plan wasn’t working so he put a new one into place. This caught the eye of everyone around them. Tears formed in the eyes of Georgina and Brittany as they saw what was happening. Jamie opened the box to reveal a large diamond ring.

Without a second thought, Mags agreed. Jamie stood up and pulled her into his arms. A sweet embrace was shared between the newly engaged couple as the song came to an end. Niall peered into the crowd looking for his friends. Before thanking everyone for watching his play, he called out Jamie’s name hoping for good news. The cameraman panned the crowd until their group appeared once. Mags held up her hand showing off the ring that had just been put on. With a large smile on his face, Niall let out a small cheer before hopping off stage.

The lights went out and everyone prepared for the next performer to come on stage. Jenna worked her way over to the other girls. She pulled them into a group hug. Congratulatory kisses were placed across Mags’ face as her ring was inspected. They couldn’t believe what just happened. Their friends were engaged and the entire world got to see it.

Before the next performer went on, Georgina and the gang headed back to the hotel. They grabbed a few boxed meals from Taco Bell and a couple bottles of alcohol on their way up to Jamie and Mags’ room. A feast fit for a frat house commenced as they waited for Niall to join.

“Jim Jam, you take a loan out for that rock?” Georgina asked taking a sip of her mixed drink.

“I know Daddy Warbucks.” Jenna joked patting his back.

“Very funny.” Jamie rolled his eyes. “It was six months of overtime actually.”

“It’s stunning.” Brittany said grabbing Mags’ hand. “Absolutely stunning.”

“Way to put the pressure on mate.” Dave said. “We’ve got to compete with an entire planet.”

“Size shouldn’t matter.” Georgina said.

“We’ll uh let Ni know you think that.” Mags winked making the other girls laugh.

Heat rushed to Georgina’s cheeks as the boys started to join in on the teasing.

“I mean we aren’t sayin’ that’s an issue with him but uh it’s nice to know, right?” Keith said.

“Why do you guys always get naked together?” Brittany rolled her eyes.

Dave shook his head. “What we do by ourselves is none of your business.”

“You are all idiots.” Georgina said as a knock came to the door.

“Yeah yeah but you love us.” Jamie said as he left to answer it.

Standing with two magnum bottles of champagne and an excited look on his face was the group’s favorite Irishman.

“Nialler!” Brittany and Jenna cheered as he stepped inside.

Mags made her way towards him. “You are a little shit Niall Horan.”

“You loved every second of it..” Niall said with arms wide open.

“You’re right.” She whispered pulling him in for a hug. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Congratulations babe.” He said placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Let’s get those bottles opened.” Keith said getting plastic cups ready.

Niall handed the bottles over before going around the room saying hello and thanking his friends for coming to see him play. With a half eaten taco in her hand, Georgina watched Niall joke around with Dave. He looked happy -- like genuinely happy -- and that made her happy.

He casually slipped away from Dave and made his way towards her. She put down her food and stood up from her spot on the couch. The light in his baby blue eyes grew a little brighter as he saw the smile on her face. He opened his mouth to thank her for coming but she stopped him.

“You’re a little shit Horan.” Georgina said shaking her head.

Niall just laughed before pulling her into his arms. She sighed as he held her close.

He whispered in her ear, “Have I fucking missed you…”

“Can’t say the same.” She said as he tightened his grip on her.

Niall pulled his head away from her confused. “Why?”

Georgina stood back and hit him in the arm. “Four fucking people asked me for flower facts before we left!”

Niall giggled trying to defend himself from her. “Fergie! I’m sorry. I thought I was bein’ funny.”

“You do know a lot about flowers, G.” Brittany said eavesdropping.

“Yeah well that doesn’t mean the whole world needs to know.” She said shyly.

“Ferg, you bring those black heels for me?” Jenna asked from across the room.

Georgina turned her attention towards her friend. “Yeah have ‘em in me room.”

“I need them before we leave.” She said taking a sip of her champagne.

“What are we gonna do?” Jamie asked. “Like what’s the game plan?”

“First we are going to toast to the happy couple.” Dave said raising his cup in the air.

“Oi oi!” Niall said slinging an arm around Georgina’s shoulder.

“Out of all of us, we knew it’d be you two first. Congratulations to Jamie and Mags.” Brittany said as the rest of the group finished their drinks.

“Now that that’s taken care of, we need to get fucked up.” Dave said casually. “Only logical.”

“Why don’t the ladies get ready while us men head downstairs and pillage the tables?” Jamie suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” Mags nodded. “Ferg, did you bring your big curling iron?”

“Yeah in me room.” She said. “And Britt, I brought the lipstick you asked for.”

“Girls trip to Ferg’s room.” Jenna said heading for the door. “Bye boys.”

Georgina turned towards Niall. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Ni, you gonna come with us?” Dave asked as the rest of the girls made their way to the door.

“I need to get a quick shower in first. Kinda sweaty and need to calm down after all that.” Niall said. “But I’ll meet you down there when I’m done.”

“Sounds good. We’ll see ya there mate.” Jamie said. “You two change your shit and let’s go.”

The group headed their separate ways. The boys got dressed and headed down to have a few cigars at the bar. The girls made their way to Georgina’s room in search of things they needed to get ready. When she opened the door, a surprise was waiting for her.

Sitting on the dresser near the television was a gorgeous floral arrangement.

The group of women couldn’t believe it. These weren’t the run of the mill arrangements bought at the farmer’s market. These were top-dollar boutique flowers. Georgina had a feeling about who they came from but she didn’t want to get her hopes up.

“What the fuck?” Mags whispered. “Georgina! Who are they from?”

“There’s no note.” Georgina said smelling them.

“You’ve got a secret admirer, G.” Brittany nudged her.

“I wonder who they’re from.” Jenna said touching a few of the petals.

Georgina turned to look at her friends. “You guys did this. Didn’t you?”

Jenna, Mags, and Brittany looked at her confused.

“If this is you three sending these pretending to be Niall so I will make out with him, I swear to God I’m going to lose my shit.” Georgina said with a sigh.

Mags cackled loudly, “That would be fuckin’ brilliant.”

“If we were pretending to be The Baby, we’d leave a note.” Jenna said crossing her arms over her chest.

“And we wouldn’t spend this much money on ya.” Brittany winked.

Georgina rolled her eyes. “You three are such bitches sometimes.”

“We are only jokin’ babe. Bit of banter.” Mags said softly. “We love ya too much to be that cruel.”

Georgina’s cheeks grew a little warm. Maybe there were from Niall after all.

“Maybe there were for Mags and they got delivered to the wrong room.” Jenna suggested.

“Or it could be that new guy at work. What’s his name Ferg? Nasty Nate?” Brittany asked.

“Nathaniel?” Georgina said running a hand over the top of the arrangement. “I hope not.”

“What if it was Marcus?” Brittany teased.

“You can fuck right off Brittany Anne.” Georgina glared.

“I'm only joking. He wouldn't be able to afford anything this nice.” Brittany said heading towards Georgina’s luggage.

“Whoever sent it has good taste.” Jenna sighed.

“Why ya sighin?” Georgina asked stroking Jenna’s back lovingly.

“Just bein’ a jealous sad sap.” Jenna shrugged. “I think I need to get drunk.”

“That's our cue to get this show on the road.” Mags said linking her fingers with Jenna’s.

Brittany grabbed everything Georgina had brought for her friends. “Thanks for this babe.”

“Yeah no worries. Are we meeting back at Mags?” She asked heading for her bag.

Mags nodded. “Whenever you're ready.”

“Brilliant. See you then.” Georgina said as her friends headed back to their own rooms.

She barely got a shower in when a knock came to her door. With a toothbrush in her mouth and a towel on her head, she answered it. Standing in a button up shirt and a nice pair of nice jeans was a very tired looking Niall Horan. His hair was freshly tousled and his cologne was doing its best to reel her in.

“Sorry, your kind isn't allowed round these parts.” She said dryly.

“Why's that?” He asked shoving his hands in his pockets.

Georgina shrugged. “Don't really like your face.”

Niall rolled his eyes and walked past her. She headed back into the bathroom to finish brushing her teeth.

“Why aren't you going down with the boys?” She asked before splashing water on her face.

“Just wanted a few minutes to myself.” He called back from the other room.

“But you aren't --” She mumbled into the towel she was using to dry herself.

“You know what I mean Ferg.” He sighed.

“You spent too much time with them already.” She called back as she plugged in her hair dryer.

“Kinda. Just needed some time to regroup after all the chaos of today.” He explained.

“Understandable.” She said throwing her wet towel on the floor. “Not gonna be able to hear you for a bit so don't say anything important.”

“Won’t profess me undying love for you, don't worry.” He mumbled dryly.

Georgina rolled her eyes as she ran a comb through her hair.

He was such a little shit.

As he waited to spend some time with the one girl he’d been missing the most, Niall laid down on her bed and closed his eyes. It wasn’t even ten o'clock yet and the pop star wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. The past week was finally catching up to him -- the anticipation of seeing his friends, the excitement of performing in front of that large of a crowd, the travel, the night of drinking the night before. It was all too much for the twenty-four year old.

He needed a recharge but he knew it wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

They were in Vegas after all.

They were in Vegas. He really couldn’t believe it. He had been waiting for this day since he left for tour. They were finally reunited, even if it was for a night. Just knowing Fergie was going to be in the same vicinity as him boosted morale.

Georgina had unfortunately missed his show in LA. He knew she tried her best to be there but as usual her job got in the way. He was disappointed but there was a small part of him that was relieved. The amount of pressure he had put on himself to be perfect was ridiculous. The amount of pressure he put on himself to be perfect for Georgina was even worse.

He wanted her to like him. He wanted her to like his performance, his songs, his stage persona. She had always been a tough critic. Unlike their friends, she’d tell him the truth no matter how much it hurt. In the industry he was in, he needed those type of people in his life.

When he heard the dryer turn off, he knew he had two options. He could get up and be proactive about finding out her opinion or he could wait for her to come to him. He chose the latter.

“Ni?” Georgina called from the bathroom. “Do you know what clubs we are going to?”

“Omnia, I think.” He said trying to remember if the girls had said something earlier. “Maybe XS.”

“Hopefully not Hakkasan.” She said quietly.

The corners up his lips turned up into a smile. “Why not?”

“Niall Horan, you know the answer to that!” She exclaimed.

“Fergie, everyone’s forgot about that.” He laughed. “No one even saw you fall.”

“Clearly, that’s a lie!” She said stepping out of the bathroom.

“I know it is.” He laughed.”But I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Alright Mr. Life of the Party.” Georgina teased. She smiled at the sight she saw. He was curled up in a ball ready to fall asleep.

“You like the flowers? I did some research and did you know that striped carnations--” He started to say.

Georgina quickly interjected. “Mean I miss you.”

“Of course you knew that.” He mumbled shyly.

“Thanks for not including a card.” She said sitting beside him on the bed. “Sherlock, Watson, and Agatha were havin’ a field day trying to figure out who they were from.”

A deep belly laugh escaped his lips as he opened his eyes, “Really?”

Georgina nodded. “I tried to make them feel bad by saying they sent them as a way to convince me to make out with you.”

“Why is the thought of us making out such a horrible idea?” He asked softly.

She shook her head before laying down beside him. His arm immediately pulled her closer.

“Us making out isn’t the issue.” She whispered. “It’s doing it in front of them.”

“We’d get shit for days.” He sighed kissing her forehead. “I know baby girl, I know.”

Georgina sighed nuzzing into his neck. “Let’s take a nap.”

“You’re supposed to be the disciplined one.” He whined.

“We can take twenty minutes.” She yawned. “Then you need to leave and go be a lad.”

“I want to be the old man of the group.” Niall yawned in return closing his eyes.

“You can’t. You’re the baby.” She said. “Speaking of, I got you a gift. You want it now?”

“There isn’t enough time for a nap and a blow job, love.” He deadpanned.

“Fine.” She grumbled in mock annoyance.

He peered out of one eye, “Wait, are you being serious?”

“You rejected my offer so the world will never know.” She smirked.

Niall leaned forward and placed his lips to hers, “You’re a brat Ferguson.”

She didn’t say anything. She just leaned in a little closer and kissed him.

This was the kiss that they had been waiting for. The kiss that had been building since the day that he left. The kiss that savored good morning snaps and good night texts. The kiss that had been on his mind all morning. The kiss that she had been wanting to give the moment she saw his face.The kiss that sent a shock through his entire body and woke him up.

He snaked his hand through her hair holding onto the back of her neck. The slow and intimate kiss turned into a few quick pecks as his lower lip got caught between her teeth. He took this as a sign. In one fell swoop, Georgina was on her back and his body was rested on top of hers.

The sexual frustration that had built up was finally being released. His hand made its way down to her hip. He held on tight. He was going to appreciate every inch of her body while he got the chance. As his lips worked against hers, she arched her back pressing herself against him.

It happened quickly. Flesh was bitten, a few moans escaped, and as soon as she felt his hardened member press against her, she knew it was on. Her hands slid down his midsection heading for his belt. It wasn’t until she got it undone that he pulled away.

“Ferg.” He panted. “We-we can’t.”

Georgina sighed. “I know.”

Niall nudged her nose with his own. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She mumbled into his lips. “Was fun while it lasted.”

He peeled himself off of her and rolled onto his back. A deep rooted sigh left his lips.

She patted his stomach gently. “Night’s still young kid.”

“Yeah but Jamie is going to want to get obliterated.” He said as she rested her head on his chest. “And that means it’ll be a no-go.”

“Just ‘cause they are doesn’t mean you have to.” She said looking up at him.

“Right.” He said sarcastically. “Like that’ll work.”

“Well I’m not going to drink that much.” She declared.

“Like that’s going to work, love.” He tickled her playfully.

“Stop.” She giggled. “Niall! Stop.”

He interlocked her fingers with his.

“I’m just gonna blame it on work.” Niall decided. “Which isn’t lying. I can’t drink that much.”

“Don't forget you owe me a drink from Fat Tuesday.” Georgina whispered.

“I know.” He kissed her forehead. “Maybe two.”

“Ooh, someone’s doin’ well for ‘imself.” She quipped in a posh accent.

He blushed. “Fuck off Georgina.”

“Niall Horan, I will deny this if you ever bring it up in front of anyone but I’ve missed this.” She admitted looking up at him. “A lot.”

“Missed what?” He asked.

“This.” She motioned towards the two of them. “The banter. Hangin’ with ya. Us.”

“So really you just missed making fun of me? That’s real great Ferg.” He rolled his eyes.

Georgina nuzzled into his neck. “Can you please say that again in your whiny voice?”

Niall squeezed her hand gently. “I think I hear Davey callin’ me.”

“Hey! Don't go.” Georgina pouted. “I was only joking.”

“Stop being so cute. It’s gonna make leaving even worse.” He sighed.

“No.” She said fiddling with one of his fingers. “Not allowed to talk about that yet.”

“Well what do you want to talk about then?” He yawned.

“The fact that you’re a bloody magician.” She said softly.

“How so?” He asked confused.

“You can go from Mr. Chill Irish Man Child who’s all about golf and Guinness and making your friends drive all the way to your house because you don’t want to ever leave it...” She said dryly.

He just laughed at her backhanded compliment.

“...to Mr. Charismatic Musician on stage. It’s quite impressive.” Georgina admitted.

“Trust me it’s taken years of practice.” Niall said.

“Well it shows.” She said running her fingers around one of the buttons.

The room got quiet. Niall ran through different ways of asking the same question. He didn’t know how to approach it. Lucky for him, Georgina already had the answer he was looking for.

“So you know that I liked when you were in the band. Those guys were great -- especially Louis.” Georgina paused. “But I like you by yourself so much better.”

His skin grew warm. “Really?”

“Yeah, it just... fits you so much more.” She explained. “It’s so you.”

“Ye-yeah?” He stuttered before clearing his throat. “You think so?”

“You were worried for nothing. I was thoroughly impressed.” She whispered making his cheeks turn pink. “The song from Aruba is even better live, in case you were wondering.”

“Thank you.” He smiled. “That means a lot.”

The room grew quiet. Niall revelled in the fact that she actually enjoyed the show he put on. She liked his show. She liked his music. She liked him. That made all the pressure he had put on himself to be perfect worth it.

“So um what are you gonna do with those rugs when tours over?” She asked trying to be as casual as possible.

“Nice try, weirdo.” Niall laughed knowing where she was going.

“What the fuck? First it’s the chair in Aruba and now the rugs, why can’t you let me have nice things?” She whined playfully.

“If I let you have those things, then how will I get you to come over to my place? I know the chair is a prime selling point for all friend functions at my house.” He said softly.

“Hmm...you do have a point.” She said in a teasing tone.

“That's just plain rude.” Niall flicked her shoulder.

“You've got Scout and I've grown accustom to watching Project Runway in that theater of yours.” She said with a smile. “So I think you can give up the chair already.”

“Speaking of Scout, how's the ol’ girl?” Niall asked interested.

“She’s fabulous. She's spending the night at Keith’s. His roommate Phil is watching her.” Georgina explained. “She's really loving puppy school. Bit of a class clown -- just like Dad.”

“How are my other children?” He asked nervously.

“Everything but the bougainvillea is dead.” She said with a voice full of sorrow.

Niall wasn't buying it. He let got of her hand quickly, “You are shit at lying.”

“Fine.” She sighed. “They are all alive and accounted for.”

“Your mum was right about you.” He mumbled as he took a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“What was she right about?” She asked glaring at him.

“You're a major pain in the arse.” Niall explained.

“I don't like the fact that you hung out with my mum in London.” She said embarrassed. “It's not very fair -- you two ganging up on me ‘n that.”

“S’been four years of absolute shit from you. I needed to bring in reinforcements.” Niall said.

“She thinks you two are proper mates.” She looked up at him. “Every conversation after the London show has ended with ‘our boy Niall.’ She always has remind me to remind you to take your vitamins and get your rest. You might be young but sleep is important.”

“I love Mama Ferguson.” Niall smiled.

“She really appreciated you inviting her. As cringey as this might be, Slow Hands is her favorite song now.” She said shyly.

“A lot of the older ones like that song.” Niall blushed.

“Fit young boy singing about sex...hmm I wonder why they would like it.” She said dryly.

“Didn't ask for that sass, Ferg.” He mumbled.

Georgina sat up slowly, “My deepest apologies.”

His phone started to ring in his pocket. Georgina knew what it meant. She got up off the bed and headed for her bag. Niall answered the call and quietly talked to Dave about where to meet.

“I'll be down in five.” He said as he watched her walk towards him with a gift in her hand.

“Don’t read the card while I’m in the room. I was a little bit buzzed while I wrote it so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make any sense.” She blushed handing him his present.

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything.” Niall said holding onto the bag.

Georgina just rolled her eyes and motioned with her hand to open it.

His eyes lit up as he pulled out a massive book. It was an encyclopedia of every plant species in existence. He skimmed through it and couldn’t believe his eyes. Color photographs and paragraphs of information of plants from all around the globe covered the pages.

“It’s the latest version. I figured it’d be something fun to read on the road.” She said shyly.

“This is amazing Fergie.” He said glancing up at her.

“I saw it and thought of you.” She said tucking some hair behind her ear.

“I absolutely love it.” Niall said standing up. He kissed her. “I really, really do.”

“Good.” She smiled. “What’d Davey say?”

“They are going to go play a game of poker and they want me to join.” He sighed.

Georgina nodded. “I need to get ready anyways.”

“Want me to open this now?” He asked reaching for the card.

“Up to you.” She said before nodding towards the bathroom. “I’ll be in there.”

Niall sat back down on the bed as she walked into the bathroom. He slowly opened the orange envelope and pulled out a card. A birthday pun covered the front. As he read what she wrote on the inside, his eyes got a bit glassy. The words that she wrote were the words he needed to hear.

Niall always felt bad when he had to leave his friends for tour. But this time around was the first time he actually felt guilty for it. The day he left Los Angeles was probably one of the worst days he has ever had. The look on her face as he left her flat was etched in his memory. It always found a way to make an appearance on the nights he felt the most alone.

He felt so bad for leaving her. She was just discovering her feelings for him. She was finally allowing herself to open up and be vulnerable. She was finally letting him in and he just left. Niall didn’t want her to resent him for leaving. He didn’t need Fergie regretting her decision.

The words that she wrote made everything okay. He didn’t need to hold her hand through this. She was doing fine on her own.

He read the paragraph once more trying to soak up everything she had said. He deserved to be happy. He deserved to be touring the world doing something he loved. He didn’t need to worry because she was going to be there for him when he got home. This small sign of reassurance had refilled his tank and he knew the next couple months were going to be just fine.

He got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. She had a curling iron attached to her hair. Noticing his presence, she let the strand of hair fall. Turning towards him, she noticed his baby blue eyes were a bit shiny. Before she could ask what was wrong, the young man engulfed her in a hug. He didn’t say a single word. He just held her tight.

This was the hug she had needed since the day he left. The hug that told her everything was going to be alright. The hug that was more important than sex or making out or holding hands. The hug that meant they were going to make it through the next few months unscathed. The hug that showed how he really felt. The hug that was going to hold them together until they were reunited again.

“I know if this goes further, it’s not going to be easy.” He whispered in her ear. “My job, your job, our friends, the public… but just trust me when I say this... it’s going to be worth it.”

“I know.” She whispered back. “I’m ready for it.”

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Once-ler: *He's in his room, lying on his bed facing the ceiling and his window open to feel the breeze. Even though he can still smell the awful stenches of Superjail drift into his window, he has a lump of truffula tufts in his hand that he's holding close to his face. He's singing very softly and gently to himself. It doesn’t really have a beat or rhythm to it, it's very slow, but that's exactly what makes it nice to listen to.* Of all the money that ever I had, I've spent it in good company, And all the harm that ever I've done, Alas it was to none but me. And all I've done for want of wit, To memory now I can't recall, So fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all. *It's more of a mutter, something soft and personal where he isn't worrying too much about perfection and more or less just letting time pass by as he becomes sleepier and more comfortable.*

Warden: *He is brightly tapping down the hall, feeling bouncy and gleeful despite the late hour. Since they got back from their picnic he had a few final things to sort out, but now he's off to bed. He liked the Lorax, and the Lorax now understands how much meaning the boys bring to one another, and although the Warden himself doesn't quite grasp that, he does know that having the Lorax's favour makes him feel good. He's about to pop in and check on Oncie, but when he hears the boy singing he pauses still to listen. He takes a few silent steps to the door to look in.*

Once-ler: *He places his hand on his stomach and breathes in for another verse. He's voice goes slightly higher in pitch over some words and lower, into a more homely note, to finish off the verses. making it obvious as to how young he actually is* Of all the comrades that ever I had, They are sorry for my going away, And all the sweethearts that ever I had, They would wish me one more day to stay. But since it falls unto my lord, That I should rise and you should not. I'll gently rise and I'll softly call, Good night and joy be with you all.

Warden: *As Oncie sings the Warden finds himself leaning against the doorframe, his head tilting to rest against the wood. There's a very soft smile on his face, and he slowly- with only the slightest sound of rustling fabric- slides down to the floor. His long, limbs spread ungainly out as he gazes up at his boyfriend.*

Once-ler: *He's far too into his singing and far too relaxed to have noticed the slightest of noises coming from him. Not having sight makes him feel even more in is own little world when he assumes he's alone. As he finishes the last verse, he begins with his final one. Even if he's blind, and his eyes can't be seen from the bandage, his eyes are- and would have been still without the bandage- gently closed. He's once again very content with himself.* A man may drink and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain, a man may court a pretty girl and perhaps be welcomed back again-

Warden: *While the Warden doesn't recognise the song itself, he recognises that it's an Irish ballad. As weird and bestial as the man is he does have some fair amount of cultural knowledge (it just tends to be ignored and allowed to wither away to nothing most of the time). Without realising, still watching Oncie with an enraptured, almost hypnotised expression, little ghostly figures of old Celtic warriors, fair Irish maidens and rowdy barbarians silently appear and fight in their own stories on the floor by his legs. They're romanticised and look like children's toys, but the man who created them largely ignores them and doesn't realise he's created them.*

Once-ler: *His voice becomes slightly softer now as he finishes* But since it has so ordered been, by a time to rise and a time to fall, Come fill to me the parting glass, Goodnight and joy be with you all, Goodnight and joy be with you all~…*he sighs contently, then slowly sits up and rubs his face, yawning at the same time and clearing his throat.*

Warden: *Blinks and shakes his head to jolt himself out of his reverie once Oncie finishes, and all the little dioramas disappear in an audible poof of smoke. He doesn't bother to move from the floor, but forgets that he might shock him when he speaks.* That was great! Where'd you learn to sing like that?

Once-ler: Aah!! *jumps and clutches his chest, his heart is racing like a rabbit's in headlights. He turns his face to the door while also turning red.* H- how long have you been there for?!

Warden: *Shrugs from the floor* Aaah, long enough~ *His voice is coming from roughly knee-height* You're a damn good singer, Oncie~ Why didn't you say anything before?

Once-ler: Um- *Blushes deeper* Thank you~ And what do you mean? You've heard me sing before, that's what made you kiss me in the first place!... jerk... *He's a little embarrassed and also a little flattered and he doesn't quite know how to express any of it.*

Warden: *Jumps to his feet and moves to sit next to him. Since Oncie went blind he's gotten used to moving around him and being careful not to suddenly touch him. His weight is soft and slightly tilts Oncie towards him on the mattress* Well yeah! But you were all... *mimes strumming a guitar* distracting me with your fancy playing!

Once-ler: Oop! *Accidentally falls onto him* Oh right. Well I cant really play guitar at the moment anyway. *Shrugs, but is very happy to have him here in the end.* Haha~ I was just excited to get it back and wanted to play it.

Warden: *Automatically starts stroking Oncie's hair* Aaah, well soon you'll be able to take off those bandages and see all of Superjail again! *Has already become convinced that this is definitely temporary. Which might actually be a good thing, because he does get whatever he assumes will happen in Superjail.* Then you'll be able to play your guitar to your heart's content~.

Once-ler: *Chuckles and rests his head on the Wardens chest* Lets hope so. If I don't get my sight back, I doubt the Lorax will let me stay here.

Warden: *Huffs, his stroking becoming a little stronger as he becomes more possessive* Well he doesn't get to choose who leaves my Superjail. *Forgetting momentarily that he gave Oncie freedom. He is well-aware that Oncie's not a prisoner, that's completely obvious to him, but he does forget every now and then that that means Oncie can leave whenever he wants.*

Once-ler: Not that I'd want to anyway, I made that perfectly clear. *rubs his face against the Warden's chest*

Warden: *Beams widely and runs his fingers over and over again through Oncie's hair, the soft gloves gently pressing against his scalp* Precisely. Besides *laughs* If you're eyes don't get better- which they totally will- I'll just get the Doctor to give you knew ones! He sewed Jared's head back on, so of course he can do that. *Still... he falls a little quiet at the thought of Oncie's eyes being replaced. He only really got to see them twice, when his glasses were removed, and the fact that they were so blue and painful left a strong impression on him.*

Once-ler: *Cringes at the thought, a flush of sickness sparking in the pit on his stomach as he imagines having such a delicate operation involving someone elses body part being attached to his head, and also being in the hands of the Doctor. He ignores those feelings and tries to think rationally, something he's been training himself to do since he became blind.* Hmm.... *His shoulders raise when he feels the Warden's fingers through his hair, but he relaxes and enjoys it.* Mh, not sure how I feel about getting new eyes... I already like my own. But new ones are better than none.

Warden: *Now he's managed to distract himself, and he's thinking about how much he'd hate to lose Oncie's eyes* Mm.. *His stroking slows*

Once-ler: ...You okay?

Warden: *Snaps upright and his stroking continues at the previous pace* Oh yes! Just fine. Your eyes... well they'll get better. *As if that's the only possible outcome. Now it's the only one he'd be able to stand* After all, I only got to see them a couple of times, right? I think I deserve a couple more peeks eventually.

Once-ler: *Sits up and faces towards him.* But I thought they hurt you. You can only see them properly without your glasses on, and you don't like taking them off...

Warden: *Fidgets uncomfortably and makes a few avoiding, dismissive noises.* I like wearing them, sure! But... it's... well, you see... it's not like it's impossible and I like how bright they are to me... *His grip has gotten a little tighter. He doesn't like admitting that he has problems- ever.*

Once-ler: Awwwh, I didn't know. How sweet *puts his head down again*

Warden: *Pouts darkly and cuddles his head* *Snootily adds* It's not really a big deal.

Once-ler: I guess not then. If I do become blind, at least they wont be too missed.

Warden: Ackthhbt! That's not what I meant! *Taps him on the head in mild punishment* You know what I mean!

Once-ler: *Chuckles and pokes him teasingly, finding it easier to deal with the situation if he can joke about it.* Anyway, remember when I talked to you about jared?

Warden: *Groans* What did he do this time?

Once-ler: He did nothing. Remember when I said you should give him time off?

Warden: *Stays silent for a couple of seconds, then bursts into the exact same sort of laughter as before. He clings to Oncie a little tighter as his body clenches up, tossing his head back to laugh.*

Once-ler: *sighs, growling a little and pushes himself up from his chest* Rrrrrr! Shut up and listen to me, Edmund. *But he's not mad, just sometimes gets a little frustrated when Warden trails off at a fairly serious conversation.*

Warden: *Hearing his real name barked at him is enough of a shock to make him shut his mouth and snap his face down to look at Oncie. However, he gives an irritated, questioning noise through his nose.*

Once-ler: *Strokes his face up to the Wardens chin and kisses it* Sorry, but you're not paying attention~ What I mean is- *does the same with his hand and places his finger onto the Wardens lips* and don't laugh- I was being serious when I said you should give him time off.

Warden: *A weird, internal bubble of laugh comes up again but he doesn't open his mouth. So it sounds like a manic sort of squeaky whimper. For a long time now he's been incredibly obedient to Oncie when the boy gives him a real order, and now is no different.*

Once-ler: Sssshh! I'm not joking! *But the warden's giggling is making him start to smile with chuckles also. He forces it back into a neutral expression though.* Look, I think he needs some time off and I think you should give him some time off... I'd say a week.

Warden: *Still tittering without opening his mouth, but he nods. Not so much in agreement, but to show that he's listening.* Mm.. m- *he speaks in a strained voice against Oncie's finger, his lips brushing softly against him* A week? A-and who would you say does all his work? Tch-snk- *shuts his mouth again. The thought of giving Jared time off is so weirdly hilarious to him.*

Once-ler: Well, I would!~ I've been dying to do some work! Anything! Ihe moment I take these bandages off! I just want to so something and not feel completely useless.

Warden: *Gasps quickly* You're not useless! After yours truly you're the most important person in here! *Slaps him on the back, then winces in case that was a little too hard and rubs his back kindly*

Once-ler: *Jumps a bit but relaxes at the rubbing* I mean it. Really! Can't you let me take over Jared's jobs for a week when my eyes are better? pleeeaaase?

Warden: *Makes a pained noise, not wanting to agree but really finding it hard to deny Oncie things when he's like this* Nnn... okay. *Sighs* Okay! But Jared had better not have put you up to this! Heaven knows I'd never live it down if he thought he could get to me through you.

Once-ler: *Gasps happily and wraps his arms around his neck, kissing his cheek repeatedly* Thank you, thank you, thank you!~

Warden: *Groans playfully like he's been played for a fool, even as he smiles broadly* You are going to be the death of me, young man. *Chuckles and leans into the kissing*

Once-ler: Oh well~ And no, Jared never mentioned it to me, I asked him if he wanted time off, and I told him I’d try to get it. This was ages ago, when we were fixing the jammed machine.

Warden: *Grumbles childishly* I still can't believe you wouldn't let me punish him. *And he knows why.*

Once-ler: I can't believe you would punish him! Now come here- *tightens his arms around the Warden's neck, telling the Warden to kiss him.*

Warden: *He laughs, and this turns into a playful growl as he gnaws up Oncie's jaw and kisses his mouth over and over again, rolling the boy back onto the bed and pulling him into a much stronger, proper kiss as he kneels over him closely.*

Once-ler: *Chuckles lightly as he's kissed then wraps his arms around him and he's rolled over, to passionately kiss back* Mmh~

Warden *Agrees* Mmh. *He's had a wonderful evening- first the picnic and now Oncie's singing- it makes him seem that little bit lighter and cuddlier than usual, and since it's really getting quite late most of the romance the Warden is now showering him with is without the expectancy of sex. He's a little too tired for that- or at least he is until he's wound up a bit more.*

Once-ler: *Pulls away from the kiss and smiles up at him* So, will you tell Jared tomorrow that he has time off?~ *smiles purposely sweetly*

Warden: *Whines, looking down at him* He'll think I'm going soft... *Grunts and pouts, but completely unable to say no to such a sweet smile*

Once-ler: But you're not, you're becoming human. *places his hand on the Warden's cheek*

Warden: *He sounds like he's struggling a little with the idea, as his hand comes up to cup over Oncie's* Who wants to be human? *Looks down to one side with a squint* I'm fabulous and magical- that's way better.

Once-ler: *Nods* In some ways, yes. But you're only able to look after me because you're human.

Warden: *Hums quite happily at it being phrased that way.* Well, I guess I can't argue with that. *He gently slumps over to one side so that he can lie down next to Oncie, hooking one long leg over his boyfriend's to keep him close.*

Once-ler; *Lies on his side and pulls the Warden's face into his chest, stroking his head.*

Warden: *Makes a small noise of pleased surprise, and happily strokes his hands over Oncie's waist to hug him softly. His hair is probably the biggest reminder of his age, by the way it is starting to recede back and is quite thin on his head. However, he is nowhere near balding and really it just makes him seem that little bit sweeter and more fragile. Which is a strange thing to say about a man with so much power in him.* I still think I prefer 'superhuman', though.

Once-ler: Then that's exactly what you are~ *kisses his head*

Warden: *Tilts his face up to smile into the kiss* I think I could say the same about you~

Once-ler: *Falters for a bit and then warms up to what he said. He doesn't say anything, but he hugs the Warden tighter and rubs his face against the Warden's gently. He sometimes forgets how strong he's had to be to cope with his whole journey in Superjail, but when it's pointed out to him he can really appreciate a complement like that. It's the hardest thing he's ever done and he never gives himself enough credit.*

Warden: *He nuzzles back, grinning. His hands run with soft rustling noises behind Oncie's back and pull him in close so that they are tightly cuddled up together. This feels lovely to him, and the thought of sex has yet to cross his mind. Which, considering how they are two warm bodies writhing on a bed together, is a very surprising thing.*

Once-ler: *He swinging around in the Warden's chair in his office, holding a bag of marshmallows in his hand and munching them one after the other. He's got nothing to do and he's got no idea what to do with himself. He might not be able to see but he's still getting cramped stuck in his room all day for the past week. At least being in the Warden's office means he can occasionally speak to his boyfriend, or Alice or Jared or Jailbot when they come in to do something. But in between those visits he can't do much else than spin and snack.* Ppppfffsshhhh... Uuuugh....

*The twins have been growing irritated that they've not been able to shoo Oncie away, but they also don't feel too threatened. Their original fears that Superjail might change from the interesting cesspool that it is have not come about and so they feel safe knowing that their favourite toy has not been broken. However, Oncie is still irritatingly pure in this place and by resisting their taunts he has hurt their pride. Also... he's just really fun to wind up. He reacts well, and they currently have nothing better to do. The techno music that accompanies them begins to pulse, and they appear in front of the Warden's desk. Exchanging a glance, one of them shifts a shin-high crate to the side of Oncie's chair for him to trip over when he stands.*

Twin 1: You look like you seem to be a sight for sore eyes.

Twin 2: To be fair, brother, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Once-ler: Waaaaghh!! *Jumps out of his skin and grabs onto the chairs arm rests.* What the f- ! *Then he notices the voices* Oh- ooooh, it's you guys. *He's still nervous, he doesn't know how he feels about being stuck in a room with these two while being so vulnerable. Then again, their last attempt to ruin him failed when he came back with his boyfriend fighting for their relationship. His 'Greed-ler' attitude begins to come through, it seems to have become his own personal defence mechanism.* Come to tempt me out of Superjail again? *rests his feet, crossed over, on the Warden's desk and eats a marshmallow.*

Twin 1: Why would we want to do that?

Twin 2: You seem to be doing so well for yourself.

Twin 1: *Takes a marshmallow from the bag, and one for his brother*

Twin 2: *Looks pleased and holds out a hand for his.*

Twin 1: *Gives him a slightly mocking look and eats both*

Once-ler: *Notices he's taken one out but doesn't seem to mind, he'd rather not get in a fight.* Oh well, that's good. *smirks* Perhaps we can all be a big happy family now~ Me and warden will be the daddy's, and you two can be the kids!~ *gives a fake smile*

Twin 1: Would you not be the one you humans call 'mother'?

Twin 2: We are not interested in your familial labels and their useless connotations. *Frowning a bit at his brother*

Twin 1: *Goes to the Warden's chair and slowly tips it forward, so that Oncie is forced to his feet.*

Twin 2: *Silently goes about the room moving around the furniture and placing things on the floor.*

Once-ler: Whooa.. *Wasn't expecting to be stood up but now his defence is dropping a little, making him feel nervous. Being in the chair at least made him feel safer in that fixed place. But now he's on his feet and probably has to walk, something he finds difficult when not being able to see.* What makes you think I’d be the mom? I'm more of a daddy than him.

Twin 1: You are very much the more delicate one, far be it for us to ascribe to your people's ideas gender binary.

Twin 2: Yes, we have seen his body deal with far more punishment.

Twin 1: *Sticks out his leg when Oncie takes a step* Case in point.

Once-ler: What? Oof! *He trips up but manages to put another foot out to catch himself before he falls., He staggers forward a little but doesn't fall over, then straightens up and turns to them in a huff* Hey! You realise I cant see, right?!

Twin 1: *Looks very unamused* That is kind of the point.

Once-ler: *Huffs* I suppose that was a dumb question.

Twin 2: *Has finished creating a whole obstacle course around the room, to gurantee that Oncie will be on the floor by the end of this conversation. He teleports to directly behind Oncie* It is a game for us. Do you see?

Once-ler: Gaah!! *Jolts to spin round to him but walks backwards and trips over another thing.* Ugh!- *Takes another big step backward. It doesn't help him much that he has such long legs, easy to fall over.*

*Both twins appear either side of him again. They firmly hold him by the upper arms- though they are careful not to hurt him in case the Warden murders them for it- and then spin him around a few times. They want to make him nice and disoriented.*

Twin 1: Do not worry, the Once-ler. We are certain he will come to your rescue if given time.

Twin 2: Unless he is too busy murdering his inmates again.

Twin 1: I believe he is overseeing a duel in the main courtyard. Switchblades at thirty paces.

Once-ler: Would you two-! A- aah! *Holds his arms out in front of him and as he grows dizzier and dizzier he stumbles over in a different direction. Bashing into things, boxes, chairs. He stubs his foot against the Wardens desk* Ngh! *Picks it up and grabs onto it in his hands, starting to hop.* Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow- *But hops backwards into a lamp that puts him off balance. He falls backwards onto the floor, hitting his head against the floor-to-ceiling window* Ouch! *he clasps his hands on the back of his head and growls angrily. He's direct it at them but he has no idea where they are in the room.* Nnghhh!!

*The twins beam at one another before they affect the perfect copy of the Warden's voice. It's clearly not him but it's still jarring and cruel.*

Twin 1: Oh Oncie~ Do you need a hug?

Twin 2: Some warm milk?

Twin 1: A blanket?

Twin 2: You want me to get Alice in here and rock you to sleep?

Once-ler: Wh-?.... Hmph *frowns* That's not funny.

Twin 1: *Goes temporarily back to his normal voice* It is quite hilarious.

Twin 2: You are certainly very smitten.

Twin 1: *Returns to his impression of the Warden* And you can be damn well sure he'll be using that to his advantage. *Not just his voice changes, but his way of speaking becomes much more casual to mimic the Warden in that way too*

Twin 2: *Returns to his impression of the Warden as well* After all~ he's gotten himself a very handy little toy-boy now, huh?

Once-ler: *He's on a flat surface now, so now that he's not being thrown around anymore, he can focus on what they're saying without being so humiliated. He won't let them screw with him again, and he figures that the best way to get to them is to play them at their own game. He smirks, and shakes his hand at them, chuckling.* Oh no~ You've got it all wrong. See, you're trying to intimidate me again by telling me about my own relationship when you don't know shit. Sorry boys, but it won't work this time. *Remembers the Mistress.* You can't use the same insults twice, you know?

Twin 1: *Returns to his regular voice* What?

Twin 2: *Returns to his regular voice too* What?

Once-ler: *Shakes his head again* You really think I'm just a toy to him? I hate to burst your bubble, but the very last thing I am to him is a toy! If anything, it's you who are the toys, *rests his hand under his chin and pouts, adding* and not so intelligent ones either.

Twin 1: *Pulls a haughty expression, raising his chin and folding his arms* Says the young man sitting among broken furniture.

Twin 2: We are the toys?

Once-ler: Oh! *Crosses his legs and sits up, almost looking like a child playing a game. Which is exactly how he's going to play them back.* You may find me fun to play with~ But what you don't understand is that I can say whatever I want to the Warden and he can have you both executed in a- *clicks his fingers*

Twins: *They both flinch at the click of his fingers. They're used to something happening when the Warden does that*

Twin 1: Er... Well..

Twin 2: *Shuffles uncomfortably* I suppose...

Once-ler: *He wipes his fringe from his eyes, even though he cant see and is wearing a bandage, he tries to look cool. He tries to speak in a very dark and threatening voice.* So, I suggest you watch yourselves, boys. Because all those powers that the Warden has? They're under my hand now too, and unlike him, I don't forget that I can use them.

Twin 1: *Looks at his brother* Uuuh...

Twin 2: *Swallows* Uhm...

Warden: *Suddenly he swans through into his office and sees the mess that the twins- and, inadvertently, Oncie- have made.* Ah-*Splutters* What is going on in here?!

Twins: AAACH! *They both scream at him in fear and disappear.*

Once-ler: Hahahahaa!!! *He throws himself back and kicks his feet against the floor.* You came at just the perfect time! Now that was fun- oh wait- *turns his head to the door* It is you, isn't it?

Warden: *Grins lopsidedly despite himself at seeing Oncie laugh so much* Uh, yes? Who else would it be? *Elegantly weaves through the fallen stuff in his office to stand beside him*

Once-ler: *Flicks his hand at him* Oh, they were putting on your voice before they were tripping my up and stuff. Come help me up! *Is still smiling to himself, he really enjoyed that, even if he wasn't able too see it. Now the twins won't dare to bother him too hard again knowing how much he actually is to the Warden. He puts his arms out to be helped up and chuckles a little.*

Warden: *He takes Oncie's arms and helps him to his feet, still grinning just because of how happy his boyfriend is. And Oncie is absolutely right- at this point he really could just say the word and have most anybody executed, escape for perhaps Alice or Jared.* Oh, well you seem fine.

Once-ler: Yeah, I am~ Perfectly fine. Especially as the real you is here. *holds onto his forearms, so not to fall over again*

Warden: *Proudly, feeling very powerful and responsible with Oncie holding onto his arms like that* You're welcome. Now.. how do you want me to deal with those twins? *Pouts with a short from, briefly moving one arm away from Oncie to wave at the furniture, where it all rights itself.*

Once-ler: Oh nothing, leave them this time. Maybe they'll learn not to bother me after that *leans forward and brushes his cheek against the wardens cheek* Mh~

Warden: *Chuckles and rubs their cheeks together, pulling him into a hug* I've never known someone so nice manage to survive Superjail so well~ *Sounds very impressed and appreciative*

Once-ler: Pffffff-! Superjail'll have to do better than that to get rid of me! I can take whatever it spits at me, I’m a tough cookie, damnit. *kisses his cheek*

Warden: *Laughs a little more, charmed by him* You're damn right! You're the biggest badass in the whole of Superjail! *Puts his arm around him tightly* Except for me. And maybe Alice.

Once-ler: *Chuckles* Yyyyyeaaahh, maybe the less physical badass. Alice still creeps me out a little.

Warden: I don't get why! *Playful but still completely uncomprehending* She's gorgeous~ *Still, ever since he and Oncie first got together he's only appreciated her in a non-sexual way. He thinks she's flawlessly stunning, but he's not tempted by her.*

Once-ler: *Shrugs* I may be a badass but I'm far too fragile for her.

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