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loki-lover84 · 4 years

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We Missed You

A/N This is my first attempt at a Castiel oneshot it isn’t great but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

Ever since Castiel found out what it was like to be human he'd started to get a grasp on peoples issues, especially emotions. We'd always been close friends and I'd always harboured a crush on the fallen angel and when he was temporarily human I could've sworn he returned them. Dean's constant teasing toward the pair of us made me want to believe it more than I originally thought I did. Eventually it got to the point were Cas sat down and asked Sam and Dean about feelings and why he felt 'funny' when he was around me, I remember Dean cheering and being overly enthusiastic about it and Sam was just being supportive for him and tried to give him sincere advice over Dean's typical remarks. Even after overhearing the discussion I still couldn't bring myself to act on anything with Cas.

It was not long after that, that Castiel was returned to fallen angel status and now I knew that any possible chance of a relationship together was out of the window and would be frowned upon but, I couldn't control my feelings. Each day they got stronger and stronger for him, what I didn't know was that the same was happening to him. The feelings he'd caught had stayed with him and it wasn't until a hunt nearly ended badly and resulted in my near death that Castiel confessed.

"I knew that human life could be very delicate and short but... I don't like the concept of ever losing you Y/n, it's painful not physically of course but emotionally. When I was a human Sam and Dean brought it to my attention that what I feel for you is commonly referred to as love, after tonight I believe they were telling me the truth." Castiel confessed gazing at me with his sapphire blue eyes whilst his hand gently rested on my cheek as he healed me.

I don't think that I could ever forget his confession even if a witch cast a memory spell on me, it was so awkward and so Castiel. Once I was healed I placed my hands on both of his stubble covered cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss, right then and there not caring that the brothers and a flaming corpse were present. Since then Castiel and I had become a couple. Dean would constantly make jokes and tease us Sam would join in occasionally but mostly just left us to it.

Castiel had joined the brothers on a hunt and they'd left me at the Bunker because I'd been feeling unwell feverish, fatigued, vomiting and dizziness. That was over two weeks ago I've spent my days scrolling through group photos missing everyone and having no social interactions fucking sucked I'd binge watched various shows on Netflix, read up about lore on random creatures and figured out why I was unwell because of that I was absolutely terrified.

I was pregnant. My fallen angel boyfriend was nowhere in sight. We were alone.

A few days later

A loud thud reverberated in the corridors of the bunker startling me out of my daydream. Instinctively I dove for my angel blade and caressed my stomach promising to protect my baby, not knowing what to expect I took a deep breath and hesitantly left my room. Staying against to walls I ventured round the bunker to dispose of the intruder or intruders.

"Where do you think she is?"

"Well you couldn't have just expected her to be sitting out in the open in her condition."

"It's been weeks, she should be over it for now."

They knew! Were they Angels, Demons or something else? Either way this isn't going to go well, one pregnant hunter versus multiple unidentified beings. They were in the library judging by the how loud they were from the distance away I am. I can sneak through the map room and see what I'm up against before making some kind of plan of attack. Peeking around the wall I relax at the sight.

"Whatever you say but I mean we did leave her alone for quite some time I'd be amazed if she hasn't gone crazy."

"Gee, thanks D." I say making my presence known, "It's great to see you too."

"N/n! You're looking a lot better." Sam smiles standing up for a hug.

"That wasn't a hard goal to achieve, I'm pretty sure my head was in a toilet when we last spoke." I retort hugging the younger Winchester.

Dean stood up and made his way over to us as we parted.

"C'mon it's gotta be my turn now, right?" I look over to him for a moment before hugging him as well.

After separating I took in their appearance the pair of them bruised, bloodied and battered still.

"Your hunt looks like it went well... Where's Castiel?" I ask looking around the room.

Why hadn't he healed them I understand his grace is limited now but he'd still at least try to heal them.

"Oh he's-"

"He's what Sam? Where is he?" I ask frantically.

"I'm here." I hear an all too familiar deep voice say.

I turn to the direction of the voice and there I see him in the map room near the steps to the library. Quicker than I ever thought my body could move I ran over to him threw myself into his arms whilst kissing him. The kiss was deep, passionate and filled with love as he supported my body one arm around my upper back and his other supporting one of my legs.

An awkward cough sounded from behind me presumably from Dean causing us to stop the kiss, I stayed in his arms and rested my forehead against his.

"I love you." Cas whispered.

"We love you too and we missed you." I respond with a small smile losing myself in his oceanic eyes.

"What?" Dean exclaims.

"Is she? Y/n?" I hear Sam question.

Geez these guys are great listeners when they want to be. Cas hadn't responded which instilled fear in me.

"Angel radio was talking a lot about a possible Nephilim and I never once thought... Wow." Cas eventually responded with a smile on his face before kissing me sweetly.

"Does this mean we get to be uncles?" Dean asked excitedly.

Remaining in Castiel's arms he turned to his side so that I could look over at the brothers.

"Of course! I couldn't think of a better family for our child."I smiled sweetly at the enthusiastically giddy Winchester.

Later that night

I laid in my bed snuggled up to Cas being held in his warm embrace made me feel safer than I ever thought would be possible.

"Hey Cas, I was looking into Nephilim's and there weren't many cases but they all said that the mother died during childbirth... do-do I only have eight mo-months left?" I sniffled trying to hold back my tears.

"I won't let that happen if I can find out how to prevent it you'll live with me for all eternity." Castiel whispered back to me.

"But, I'm human I won't ever get to do that unless..."

"Unless what?" Cas perked up sounding hopeful that there was already a solution.

"You and the boys definitely won't approve but I'm willing to do it. There's always Rowena, she has a revival sort of spell that when she dies it brings her back but needs to be redone once it's revived you."

Castiel didn't do anything for a while until he pulled me closer to him.

"I don't trust her but, she could be our only hope we'll discuss it in the morning. Goodnight my love I'll watch over you two always." Cas hums kissing me on my forehead and resting his right hand on my so far unchanged stomach.

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beetlegoose01 · 3 years

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Frostbite- Recovery (Chapter 3)

It was a decent day outside after a long, boring day of school. Crisp, clear, the sun peaking out from behind the canopy of clouds scattering the periwinkle blue sky. Casey strolled through the crowded streets of New York, thrilled to hang with his best (non human) friends.

"Casey, wait up!" Riley whined, blowing a huge bubble of pink bubblegum. She trailed behind her older brother with less pep in her step, due to her lugging a heavy backpack. She was a short middle schooler, with a jet black pixie cut and dark almond shaped eyes. Freckles dotted her fair cheeks. A complete pain, but he would be lying if he didn't say he cared for the little squirt.

"Sorry kid." Casey said, ruffling his little sister's hair, much to her annoyance. "I'll walk slower."

"So what are we gonna do today?" She asked eagerly. "The sky's the limit!" She flashed him a cheeky, braces filled grin. Riley didn't really have any friends of her own. Too shy, and a bit strange around her classmates. Her love of sports made her an outcast with the girls, and none of the boys wanted to hang with a 'weirdo'. Luckily, Casey would be her best friend for life, he had vowed that.

"You said it!" Casey checked his phone. A text from Raph asking if he was joining them for patrol.

Riley frowned. "Is that one of your friends again? The super weird ones?"

"Er...yeah." He pocketed his phone. "Boring friend stuff."

"Yeah, your gang."

"They're not a gang..."

"Mhm. Sure. I won't tell dad you're a drug dealer if you tell me the truth." She sang.

"I'm not a..." Casey said. "You're bluffing."

"Am I?" She looked mischievously at him, winking.

Laughing, Casey flicked her nose.

Riley looked at him seriously. "You're not gonna ditch me for them, again, right?"

"Nah, don't worry. Come on, let's go to the rink."

But Riley seemed distracted. She trailed ahead, following something that Casey didn't see.

"Hey, Ri! Wait up!" He panted, raising an eyebrow. "Riley Elizabeth Jones! You can't just run off..." He was starting to sound like her mother- which was enough to make him stop talking.

"Look at it..." She crouched down, cooing at a little racoon blinking and twitching its nose at her. "I'm gonna call you Sparky."

Casey winced, reminded of rats just by looking at the weird creature. "Ugh, no you're not- come on before the rink closes, pipsqueak."

"Aw, okay."

~•~

Evening drew quicker than he expected, and before he knew it, the sun had dipped down the horizon and the sky was a peachy orange. After making sure Riley was safe at home, he ducked through a manhole cover and climbed into the depths of the creepy sewers. The sewers weren't terrible, but he would be lying if he didn't have to plug his nose in order to prevent the foul odors from entering his precious nostrils. He didn't know how the turtles managed it. Wait...do turtles even have noses?

'I'll have to Google that later.' He thought to himself, trudging through the mucky waters, trying his best not to think about what exactly was in the water. Though he already knew the answer, it wasn't fun to dwell on such disgusting matters.

No, Casey Jones could handle the smell. But what he couldn't handle was...

A rat scurried past him and he let out an involuntary squeal of horror.

Rats still gave him the creeps.

Sighing, Casey stumbled his way into the lair, where he was pleased to find Raphael hunched over a game of pinball, deep in concentration.

"Hey Raph." He greeted, leaning forward to get a closer look.

Raph only grunted in response.

"We're still on tonight to ride our bikes?"

"No, Dr. Frankenstein still hasn't fixed my bike."

"Ah jeez. We can still hang though tonight? At patrol?"

"Ha, I wish! Nah, Leo wants us to go searching for the mutant tonight." He grumbled back. The ball spun around and fell forward, the brief moment of distraction causing the turtle to lose. A big 'Game Over' in neon lights hung mockingly over his head. "Argh...damnit!" He punched the arcade machine so roughly it nearly toppled over. "Whatever, that game's stupid anyway."

"Where is Leo anyway?"

"Doing some meditation shit with April and Sensei." Raphael shrugged. "To focus their minds. I dunno, I wasn't really listening. I tend to tune Leo out, y'know?" He gave a wicked grin. "Say, we might have some time to read some comics or-"

An aggressive, distorted guitar riff interrupted their banter- followed by what sounded like a man screaming like a banshee.

"Woah!" Casey exclaimed.

Raph grimaced. "Not again. He's always playing it at the worst possible moments."

"Mikey?" Casey wondered, thinking the genre of music must be the orange clad turtle's choice.

"Mikey?" Raph repeated, shaking his head. "Nope, that's all Donnie. When he needs to 'unwind' he plays it as loud as possible. Even without headphones!"

"Donnie?" Casey said, flabbergasted. "But he's so-"

"Geeky? Yeah I know. I can't believe he of all turtles thinks that crap is real music."

"Hey, it is real music!" Casey said defensively.

"Oops, did I strike a nerve?" Raph teased. "Didn't know you liked it."

"Well yeah! The Electric Skullz are legendary!"

"Aw, nerd bonding." Raph held a stubby hand up. "Please save me the embarrassment and go talk with someone who cares." He gave Casey a condescending pat on the head.

"Maybe I will." He said gruffly, following the noise.

Raph chortled with laughter, only stopping when he realized Casey was serious. "Wait- come on, man. I thought you and Donnie hated each other? Let's go do something- and he's gone."

Realizing he was now alone, he crossed his arms. "Eh, I'm gonna go watch Full House."

~•~

Casey hesitated, but ultimately his love for the heavy metal tunes was enough to follow it. He felt awkward, like he shouldn't be doing this. Casey Jones was no snoop- he just was embarrassingly curious for his own good.

Passing Leo's room, then Mikey's, he finally found the last room in the hall. He creaked open the door, peering inside.

Donnie's room had clearly not been slept in very often. It was neat, but not in the same neatness as Leonardo's, who frequently cleaned his room but it still looked used. This room looked barely touched, and the bed had no creases or anything proving a living being had slept in it. A folded tatami mat was poking under the bed. Posters of scientists, newspaper clippings and photographs were decorating the dull grey walls, strung together with such precision. Some inventions were scattered on the floor, clearly failed ones as they had wires sticking out.

But what caught his eye was the turtle in the middle. He was...dancing. Every movement he made was precise, delicate. Of course, the skills of being a ninja helped, but each step was to the beat (well, less beat, more of intense screaming). It was surprisingly adorable.

Wait...adorable? That couldn't be the right word.

"Sick moves!" He said, hoping his voice was loud over the music.

Donnie froze, suddenly aware he was being watched. His expression was a mixture of being mortified, then slowly switched to horror and anger.

"Wh- I- I wasn't-" He sputtered, blushing and stumbling over to shut the stereo off.

"Hey, hey, chillax." Casey raised one hand to show he meant no harm. "I love the Electric Skullz too!"

Donnie looked puzzled. "Y...You do?"

"Heh, for sure!" He replied genuinely, a smile revealing itself.

Donnie smiled back, finally relaxing. "And you're not just pulling my leg?"

"Nope. I'll prove it to ya. In 2012, the lead singer of the Electric Skullz was Nova Kun. She then stepped down after mysteriously disappearing. And then was replaced by-"

"James Mercedes!" Casey and Donnie finished in unison.

"Woah..." Donnie's eyes sparkled with delight. "My brothers always hated heavy metal. I don't even think they consider it real music!"

"Not even Mikey?"

Donnie shook his head. "He likes that bubblegum pop stuff. It's okay but..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Not really my thing."

"Me neither." He agreed. "Don, you shouldn't be embarrassed or ashamed. This stuff's cool."

"You think so?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

Donnie looked at him wearily.

"Would I ever lie to you about music?" Casey said. "I'm very serious when it comes to good tunes."

He thought for a moment, then smiled. "I guess not."

Casey returned the smile, bumping his shoulder playfully. The turtle's cheeks warmed, chuckling.

"Maybe you aren't so annoying."

"Gee, thanks, I'm touched." Casey said sarcastically. "You aren't so terrible either."

The bedroom door slammed open abruptly, causing both human and turtle to jump. A stoic Leonardo was behind the door.

"Patrol time Donnie." He said simply, his arms behind his back. "...and Casey?" He squinted, trying to process what he was looking at. "Uh...what's going on guys?"

They exchanged looks.

"Nothing!" lied Donnie.

"Just a couple of dudes being bros." Casey said, draping his arm around the tall turtle's shoulders. "Amigos, chum of chums..."

"Not there yet, Jones."

"Eh, he's warming up to me. We're like comrades...buddies..."

"I think I get it." Leo smirked.

Casey found himself leaning against Donnie's closet after he was pushed aside. "Say...why do you even have this? You guys don't even wear clothes..."

"That information is classified." Leo narrowed his eyes. "So, patrol?"

"No problemo Leo." Casey said quickly, stepping away to leave the room. "Are we partnering up again?"

"No, this is a solo stake out mission."

Casey looked back at Donnie who's eyes flickered in ...disappointment? The action was so brief, he barely caught it. No doubt Donnie was just upset about not being partnered with April. Yes, that had to be right. Why else would he be disappointed? Though Casey would be lying if he said he didn't want to talk about the Electric Skullz some more.

"You coming, Don?" Leo glanced back at his younger brother who hadn't moved from his spot.

"Yes, of course." The blank stare from Donatello had switched to a serious, determined one.

"Let's go."

~•~

Leo climbed out of the manhole cover, followed by Raph, Mikey, April, Casey and Donnie. He scanned the area, checking for anything suspicious. As the oldest brother and arguably the most mature, he had a duty to protect his family. So far the only suspicious activity was a raccoon rustling through a trash can. But he would never let his guard down for anything.

"Mikey and I last saw the mutant near Eastman and Laird. I'm thinking we scope around, keep our eyes peeled. If you see anything- and I mean anything, contact one of us and we'll come for backup. Your T-Phones are there for a reason."

"I dunno, Scalysnout was pretty tough!" Mikey said.

"Scalysnout." Raph repeated.

He looked sheepish. "Eh, it needs work."

"A lot of work."

After each member was assigned locations, Donnie started his mission alert and focused. Though he liked working with his brothers, April and to a lesser extent Casey, he was more in his element when he worked alone. It gave him time to breathe. Of course, the return of a dangerous mutant wasn't exactly comforting.

Climbing the roofs, the mutant ninja concentrated on making sure he wasn't being followed. Which involved him frequently checking behind himself.

'It's not paranoia, it's called being sharp.' Donnie silently quoted Leo under his breath.

The night was oddly quiet though. One would breathe a sigh of relief at the prospect of an early night, but Donnie still felt uneasy. He glanced around, the full moon glistening in the sky over a blanket of stars. Peaceful, if one wasn't anxious about a rampaging monster patrolling the dark streets.

Still...it didn't seem like anything was happening.

"Hey, let go of me!"

'And once again, I've spoken too soon.' Donnie thought bitterly to himself, but he followed the sound of distress.

He slid down the fire escape, landing in a dark alleyway. Turning the corner, but still hiding in the shadows, he found the source.

A girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old was furiously fighting off two Purple Dragons with her fists. Her attacks, though admirable, were completely useless. The gang members merely jeered and pushed her effortlessly to the ground. The girl was definitely a bit strange, especially with the racoon perched on her shoulder- but Donnie didn't have time to judge her.

"Ha, got it!" One of the members snatched her phone, tauntingly holding it over her head. Because of her size, she had no chance of grabbing it back.

"Give it back, creep!"

Donnie had to act now or this girl was toast. Raising his bō in front of him, he whacked one of the members to the ground with a swift movement.

"What the-"

"Who did that? Show yourself!" One of the men demanded, swinging his switchblade defensively.

The other lay on the ground groaning in pain.

Donatello knew better than to make himself seen- especially in front of the girl. But that didn't stop him from defending her. He jabbed his staff directly in the other man's solar plexus, knocking him down instantly.

Realizing their invisible opponent was fierce, the Purple Dragons made a hasty retreat.

"Wow that was nuclear!" The girl exclaimed, eyes wide. "Thanks, er, whoever you are."

"Not a problem. Do you need help getting home?"

"Yeah, my brother would probably kill me if he knew I was walking home alone. I just came to pick up some food from Murakami and then those creeps attacked me."

"They're known for that." Donnie agreed. "You really shouldn't be walking alone at night. It's dangerous for a kid." He hadn't meant to sound condescending, but the girl bristled anyway.

"Hey, I'm thirteen!" She paused, biting her lip. "Almost."

Donnie chuckled lightly. "Still, I'll help you get home."

"Thanks...erm...?"

"Donatello." He supplied.

"I'm Riley." She started to walk ahead, but realized her new friend didn't seem to be following her.

"I'm behind you, don't worry." Donnie said. "Just have to keep my distance."

"Ain't ya gonna show yourself?"

"Better not. But if anyone comes at ya, I'll help."

Riley stopped, now suspicious. "Come into the light."

"Riley I..."

"Do it now."

He could hear Master Splinter's scolding as he stepped out of the shadows in front of the streetlight. He held his breath, awaiting a scream. A little girl seeing a giant humanoid turtle was destined to end horribly. But she had a gutsy look in her eye that comforted him slightly.

"Woah..." Riley uttered. "You're a ..." She reached a shaky hand to lightly touch Donnie's bicep. "You're real?"

Donnie nodded slowly, his brown eyes looking gently at the little girl. "I am."

"Are you an alien or...is this a costume?"

He chuckled. "Not quite."

"Either way, I owe you one for saving me. I don't care what you look like. I've seen weirder."

Donnie had a faint suspicion she was referring to the Kraang invasion.

"Besides," She continued. "No one will mess with me if you're by my side." She smirked, and Donnie swore her cheeky grin looked strangely familiar.

~•~

By the time Donnie had returned, the other three brothers were already at the lair. To his surprise, it wasn't Raphael who was in a sour mood. It was Leo, who stormed over with the rage of someone who was told Space Heroes had been cancelled.

"Where have you been?" He demanded, cutting any small talk.

"On...patrol?" Donnie stared down quizzically at his shorter brother. "Like we were supposed to."

"Don't sass me. You had us worried."

"I wasn't worried." Raph replied honestly. " "Chill, Mother Hen. Donnie's a big boy." Raph rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, Raphael."

"We all came back half an hour ago." Leo crossed his arms bossily.

"Don't mind him. He's just grumpy because none of us found Scaleysnout." Mikey murmured, eyes glued to the TV screen.

"That's not why I was...I was concerned, is all."

"I wasn't aware there was a curfew." Donnie shot back irritably. "Something held me up."

"Like what? A stop sign?" Mikey said, collapsing into giggles as if it was the funniest joke. When nobody laughed he scooted back to the television set. His oldest brothers stared at him for a moment, before looking back at Donnie.

"Explain?" Leo asked.

"The Purple Dragons attacked some kid. I couldn't just stand there so I defended her."

"Nice work D!" Mikey praised.

"How admirable." said Raph sarcastically. "You saved one person. Do you want a gold star? We save people all the freakin' time, genius. Except we don't usually gloat about it."

"I'd hardly call that gloating." defended Donnie.

"Besides you should really talk. You gloat, like, all the time Raph." Mikey teased, bracing himself for Raphael to slap him on the head. "Uncle, uncle!" He wailed. "I'm sorry! Raph, stop!"

Leo stayed silent, analyzing the situation.

"She was just a kid. I didn't know what else to do." Donnie said, reading Leo's unimpressed body language. "And she didn't freak out when she saw me...so that's always a plus."

"She saw you?" Leo repeated. "Donatello, that was completely foolish! You know Sensei always told us to stay in the shadows."

Donnie hung his head, already preparing himself for a lecture.

"When I tell Splinter..."

"You wouldn't, Leo." Donnie interrupted. "Because that would be so hypocritical of you, and you know it. Showing myself was the only way to save her- Riley. And who's going to believe that a giant talking turtle saved her from a gang? Be realistic."

Leo's lips twitched, ready to retort, but didn't. "Fine."

Raph looked up, releasing Mikey from a chokehold. "Did you say Riley? That's weird."

"It's a fairly common name Raph."

"Well, yeah. It's also Casey's sister's name. He's mentioned her a few times to me."

Donnie perked up slightly. "Oh...that's interesting."

"Could just be a coincidence. New York is a pretty big city."

"I guess so."

"You need to be more careful, Donnie." Leo scolded. "You were lucky this person you saved was related to one of our friends. If she even is."

"Jones and I aren't really friends." He thought for a moment, remembering just a few hours ago when they bonded over music. "It's complicated."

"Aw no way!" Mikey complained. "I thought you two were finally getting along! This is bogus, dude!"

"Why do you even care?"

"Because you two have a lot in common!" Mikey scooted over. "I thought you guys would be bros in no time." He pointed at the screen. "Watch this for a sec. See, these two characters Ripjaw and Ellie hated each other!"

"Yeah, and?"

"I remember this episode." Leo said fondly.

Donnie watched the television moodily. Two heroes in spacesuits seemed to be arguing about something.

"Stop following me, you fool! You're always getting in my way."

"So?" He said, hands on his hips. "That doesn't mean anything."

"Keep watching!" Mikey snapped, uncharacteristically harsh. "Look!"

"We have to put aside our differences!" Ellie yelled. "If we don't, the evil Slothman will kill our friends!"

"I'm not working with you!" Ripjaw sneered.

"Stop being selfish! Why do you even hate me so much?"

"Because...I love you."

"You...do?"

"More than anything."

"I love you too!"

Donnie made a face of pure horror as the character's embraced. "No. No way!"

Leo and Raph meanwhile seemed to find this extremely amusing.

"See what I mean?" Mikey pointed out, oblivious to the implications.

"Oh you bet we do." Raph sneered. "Can I plan the wedding?"

Leo batted his eyelashes. "I'll be the best man." He concluded.

"I'll be the Flower girl!" Mikey chimed in, eager to be included.

Donnie's cheeks turned beet red.

"Well I didn't mean you two kiss or anything." Mikey said sheepishly. "But you could totally be friends!"

Donnie shook his head furiously. "Over my dead body. I'd rather eat raw sewage than be friends with him. Let alone-" He blushed.

"Aw, love is still alive." Raph rested his head on his palms.

Donnie scowled.

Leo frowned. "Come on Don, you know we were only teasing."

"Whatever. This show is clearly for kids. I've got work to do."

The three remaining brothers looked at each other uneasily as they watched Donatello storm away to his lab.

"That ...didn't exactly go to plan." Mikey said nervously.

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 years

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Swift As Karma (Part 42)

Ice came easier than water once Azula got past the obstacle of actually drawing it up and to her hands and the tedious process of separating the water into little droplets. It was an exercise in patience, control, and determination, but those were things that Azula had a generous amount of. But once she had the droplets held in the air, cooling them to the point of freezing had been an easy feat; much easier than anticipated.

She supposed that it helped that Katara wasn't bickering with her throughout this time.

Though Azula's own mind provided a distraction of its own to makeup for Katara's lack of one. She pondered upon whether or not she should confess that the avatar state was lost to her; that it was never in her possession at all.

For the time, she pushed the thought aside.

Her brow creased in concentration as she lifted her arms, and with them the hail balls. She swept her arms down and found herself thankful that she hadn't mastered sharpening g them into darts, for they pelted the back of her own head and neck. And from the sound of Katara's wince, the waterbender had been in the line of fire as well.

Azula cringed.

If she hadn’t had the attention of nearly everyone in the invasion party before, she did now. She very much wanted to call it quits, but the invasion was only a week away. A little over a week away and she had made little progress on her waterbending and none at all on airbending.

Azula inhaled deeply and lifted the water once more, visibly straining to do so.

“Do you need to take a break?” Katara asked lightly.

“No.” Azula replied, taking extra care to not let her voice betray her frustration.

“I think that you need a break, Sparky.” Toph commented.

“I didn’t ask for your thoughts.” Azula snapped.

“She’s just trying to help.” Sokka stepped in.

“And I’m just trying to learn basic waterbending so I can fight my father and keep everyone from dying!” The water fell around her, her breathing made somewhat heavy by her own outburst. “I killed him. Now I have to fix it…” She was fairly certain that this was the first time she had admitted as much out loud.

“And you’ll be able to do that a lot better if you don’t push yourself.” Katara noted.

Azula took another sharp breath. Grueling work and training until she was ready collapse had been so deeply ingrained in her that it was still hard to train in a more leisurely fashion.

“Why don’t you firebend for a while instead? Or earthbend?” Katara asked.

“I might as well…” Azula grumbled. “It doesn’t really matter anyways.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t get into the avatar state.” Explaining that was difficult and intailed discussing what little she knew about Raava as well. It left her feeling drained and offered a dismal sense of solidity having shared the news. She found that her shoulders were slumped. Frankly, she was just tired.

Katara dropped herself down next to Azula. “Aang always said the same thing, that he couldn’t get into the avatar state and it made him feel like he wasn’t a true avatar.”

“He was. I’m not.” Azula replied.

“What’s that?” Haru asked.

Azula followed the length of his extended arm, before realizing that he was pointing at the sky and her effort to answer his question would be futile.

“A messenger hawk.” Sokka leapt to his feet.

The avian landed upon Haru’s outstretched arm and came into Azula’s sight. Sokka unravel the scroll that had been clenched within the animal’s claws. “It doesn’t say who its from…”

“Then it’s probably Zuzu.” Azula replied, thankful to be pulled away from discussing her own fears. “Read the letter to me.”

.oOo.

Azula had to admit that she was impressed; her brother’s letter had been brimming with information about invasion defense plans and, according to Hakoda, a crude drawing that detailed layout of Ozai’s secret bunker. If she had to guess, she’d say that Mai had drawn it.

At least one small portion of Azula was relieved; they’d no longer have to fuss over finding Ozai’s hiding place. It would just be a matter of breaching security measures and getting there.

She stood in front a crowd of soldiers with her arms crossed. She also had to admit that she was impressed by the amount of them. She had been expecting a small gaggle of friends that the original team avatar had picked up throughout their journey.

Sure, that much was true enough. But since their arrival on this hidden beach, more and more ships were filing through. Ships with weapons and opportunities. And enough men to perhaps hold off Ozai’s army long enough for she and the new team avatar to infiltrate the bunker.

Azula was still utterly exhausted. She had helped Hakoda and Sokka make an inventory of their artillery and then devise a plan as to what it would be used for.

She listened to the rustle of parchment as Sokka pinned up a map. He coughed nervously, and Azula wondered if it was a good idea to let him explain their plans. He had been twitchy with nerves all day. But she had permitted Hakoda to give the boy encouraging pep talks, rather she hadn’t intervened.

Still, Sokka’s delivery proved to be shaky. “We’ll line our ships up here.” He pointed to somewhere on the map, Azula couldn’t say if he was pointing to the right spot. “And...and we have this plan called stink and sink…”

Azula resisted the urge to slap her own forehead, she had very specifically told him not to call it that.

“And well...umm...we’re going to use mist to sneak up on the Fire Nation, they won’t know what hit ‘em…” he paused, “we also have these armoured tanks…”

She almost felt bad for the boy, he was giving off enough vibrations to cloud her vision.

“Alright Sokka,” Hakoda put a hand on his shoulder. “I can take over from here.”

She heard him give a glum sigh.

“Myself, my son, and avatar Azula have come up with a plan…”

The title sent an unpleasant jolt resounding through her. “Why don’t we leave your dad to it?” Azula asked Sokka, suddenly feeling as nauseous as he probably did. He nodded quietly and followed her off of the platform.

She waited in the crowd, silently listening to Hakoda cover the points of their plan, where each team would be stationed, and who would fill what role. He went over their back up plan--a thing that was too loose for Azula’s liking but it was the best that they could do for the time being.

“Is there anything that you’d like to add?” A pause. He must have been looking at her because he apologized and repeated, “is there anything you’d like to add, Azula?”

She thought for a moment and frowned. It would seem that they would have to do some re-planning. Their initial plan didn’t involve the submarines. But it looked like they would have to work them in afterall. “There’s an alarm system set up at the Gates Of Azulon. Even with the fog coverage, we will be detected.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “We will carry on with the original plan, to sail in by ship. We, however, won’t be aboard any of the ships. We will be on the submarines. By the time that the…the enemy realizes that the ships are empty, we will be well on our way.”

.oOo.

“I really messed it up.” Sokka mumbled while sheepishly rubbing his arms. “I helped make the plan I should have been able to explain it better.”

“Making plans is one thing, discussing them in front of a crowd is another.” Azula shrugged.

“I take it that you’re not good at public speeches either?”

Azula laughed. “I’m extremely good at them, you should have heard the speech that I gave to the Dai Li…” She trailed off, thinking again of the possibility that her father was going to make use of them. She was counting on her father handing them all to Zuko under the assumption that he couldn’t take care of himself. She tried not to dwell on that too much, it was nearly out of her hands. “It’s casual conversation and small talk that I have a problem with.”

“No kidding, Sparky.” Toph agreed with a dismissive hand wave.

“I think that you did great.” Katara smiled.

“Thanks, Katara. But you’re not very good at lying.”

“I am.” Azula declared.

“Oh yeah, prove it.” Toph replied.

“I am a four-hundred foot tall purple platypus bear with pink horns and silver wings.”

“Okay, I admit it, you’re good.” Toph laughed. “Now tell Sokka that he didn’t totally flop that speech.”

“He didn’t totally ruin it.”

“Wow, that sounded really genuine!” Toph declared.

“It was genuine.” Azula insisted.

“You really are good at lying.” Sokka spoke.

“I wasn’t lying that time. You didn’t totally ruin the speech, just...mostly.”

“Gee, thanks, you’re reassuring.” He rolled his eyes.

“Why are you smiling if you’re offended?” Katara asked.

“Because, she has no social skills and it’s kind of funny.”

Azula folded her arms over her chest, but she couldn’t exactly counter him. She had already admitted that she lacked mundane conversational elegance. She had to admit that the commentary was slightly entertaining. It was somehow reliving to be able to make mildly self deprecating jokes. To be able to put insecurity aside just long enough to do so. “Really, it wasn’t the worst public speech that I’ve ever heard. Zuzu has given some pretty dreadful ones.

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odinsonsobsessed · 5 years

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What The Heart Wants ~ Chapter Three

After your parents mysteriously died, you found yourself living in the very same Palace as the Princes of Asgard. Over the years, you became close with them and your feelings grew for one Prince in particular. When you thought that your feelings would never be reciprocated, you decided to move on. If only things were that simple.

Pairing: Loki/Reader || Word Count: 3.1k || Rated T

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It was a struggle the next morning to get up. You felt groggy and sluggish as you dressed for the match between Thor and Sif. Thinking back to last night, you suddenly felt the whole thing to be silly. Again, Thor's ego got the best of him and if he wanted to get in Sif's good graces, this wasn't the best way to do it. Because now, if he won, she'd get mad, and if she won, he'd get mad and most likely say something stupid, as per usual, and you would be stuck in the middle.

Thor was like a brother to you and Sif was the first real girl friend you ever had, she made the warriors three be nice to you when you were younger and always looked out for you like Thor and Loki had. How were you to choose between them?

You sighed as you wondered who would win. It could honestly go either way. They were both really strong, and while Thor had his lightning powers, he would never use them while sparring, it wouldn't be fair. And while his ego was large, you knew he wasn't dumb enough to cross that line.

Your mind drifted to the conversation between you and Loki, about what the best move for Thor would be. You saw the point he had been trying to make, but you just weren't sure about it. Without meaning to, you thought about what happened just after that conversation ended. The kiss you and Loki nearly had. It had kept you awake for a while as you thought about the what if's… He had had a few glasses of wine, which was the only explanation… and if you hadn't been stupid enough to speak, you probably would have gotten to kiss him. But was that necessarily a good thing? It would be a tease and you knew he'd never be yours. You had also laid there feeling jealous once again over the thought that Loki had just been cozying up with another woman just hours before. Would he be seeing her again, or was she just another one of his flings? If Frigga was talking with her, though…

“Thinking about your boyfriend?” If you weren't used to it by now, Loki's voice would have startled you as it came from behind you. You glanced at his reflection in the mirror as you brushed your long hair as it rested off of one shoulder.

“He’s not my boyfriend. Just some guy I had a nice time with last night.” You tried to come off nonchalant with him, but Loki knew you and he'd see right through it, as perceptive as he was. Except when it came to himself.

He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as his eyebrows drew up in amusement. “I'll say. It looked like you had a great time out there on the balcony. It's a wonder I don't see him in your bed now.”

You set down the brush with a scoff, rising from your seat and turning around to glare at him.

Irritation was settling in, between your thoughts of last night, Loki's assumption, and the hangover you were trying to get through. Now was definitely not the time for him to be provoking you.

You tried to ignore the pain in your chest from the insinuation, deciding to go along with it to hide how it affected you. “And no thanks to you for that. If you hadn't stepped in when he offered to accompany me back here--” But it did bother you. Deeply. Is that what Loki thought of you? That you were easy? You weren't the one flaunting flings around on your arms like he often did. But, you wouldn't mention that. “You know what? Why am I even explaining myself to you? And what are you even doing here?” You walked past him, waving your hand toward him. “Go away.”

Loki chuckled when your hand went through his illusion, which you had expected it to. “Someone's cranky.”

“Gee, I wonder why.”

“Anyway, I've come to collect you for my brother's idiotic spar, I wasn't sure if I'd have to pry you out of bed after how much you had to drink.”

You stopped rustling through your wardrobe and turned around, pursing your lips, “No more than you.”

He smirked, “I hold mine better.”

You rolled your eyes once again, turning back to grab your shoes. “Of course you do. How could I ever compare?” You asked, sarcastically.

Loki laughed, “You know, if I didn't like you, I could have you locked away for that mouth of yours.”

You slipped your shoes on and glanced at him, unphased. “Don’t be silly, your mother would never allow it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date.”

“A date? If this is his idea of a first date, then you'd better--Hey!” You walked through his illusion to leave the room, not wanting to hear anymore out of him.

He stared at your retreating form. “That was extremely rude! Hey! I'm talking to you!” He called after you, following you out into the hallway.

You replied without a glance, “No, you're not. Your magic is.”

When he didn't respond, you knew he had disappeared. You sighed, hating moments like these. They didn't happen often, but sometimes you couldn't believe the stuff that came out of Loki's mouth. And sometimes you couldn't believe the responses that came out of yours.

You met Olvir out on the training grounds as your friends gathered around to watch. You were pretty late and you swallowed down the guilt of being short with Loki after he'd tried to help you, even though he'd said a few things that riled you up.

Thor and Sif were selecting their swords and stepping into the small arena when you arrived next to Olvir. “Did I miss anything good?”

“There you are!” He murmured with a smile. “Not really, just a little friendly banter. They're just about to start.” You smiled back before turning your attention toward Thor and Sif.

“Come on, Thor… Do the right thing.” You whispered as they got into their fighting stances. You looked up briefly to see Loki stepped up to the railing opposite side of you to spectate the fight as well. You sent him an apologetic smile, mouthing, “I'm sorry.” When he nodded back, you knew things were okay. Even though it wasn't a huge deal, you couldn't help but feel relieved.

Suddenly, a large bird flew past the area, it cawed loudly, echoing around you, signaling for the two friends to start.

Thor made the first move, heading for Sif, while she waited for him. She dodged the thrust of his sword expertly then she aimed for his leg, but he quickly brought his sword down to deflect it.

The fight when on like this, their swords clashing each time, and things were going nowhere. You expected this though for the first part of the fight, their skills with a sword were damn near equally matched without help from Thor's power, even though he was used to wielding a hammer.

The only difference between them now, was that Sif was growing tired, you could tell, while Thor still had a decent amount of energy left, which showed in their movements. You bit your lip, watching nervously as Sif began to just barely dodge Thor's advances, gripping the railing tight as you watched anxiously.

Olvir put his arm around you, sensing your worry. “Don't worry, they won't get hurt.” He probably thought you feared one of them would end up in the infirmary with how hard they were fighting, but that wasn't all the case. They were much too strong and experience to put each other out like that. No, you were worried about the outcome. You didn't want any conflict between your friends.

You glanced at him, smiling in appreciation, but the crowd tore your attention away as they gasped. You watched as Thor and Sif held their swords together, in a battle of who could last longer holding the other's sword off. Sif was trying with all her might, straining to hold her sword… until Thor's sword slid off of hers unexpectedly. You watched as Thor's sword clattered to the ground and you frowned in confusion… that was odd. You glanced up quickly, seeing Loki's subtle wrist movement, which no doubt was him using magic to move Thor's sword. That explained it. With the angle their swords were at, and considering their energy levels, there's no way Thor's hold would have give out. Sif had been struggling too hard for that.

Everyone let out a sound of amusement as Sif used to opportunity to kick him in the chest and shove her sword toward his chest, the tip grazing his breastplate as she stared down at him with a smirk. “You. Lose.”

The crowd erupted in applause and you jumped, clapping your hands together. “Yeah! Way to go, Sif!” You cheered.

Your eyes briefly met Loki's before Olvir was tugging you along to go into the arena. You rushed over to Sif, giving her a fist bump, “I knew you had this. My girl!” You giggled before you moved to check on Thor. “Are you going to be alright?” You were worried he would make a scene and call for rematch, but his calmness surprised you.

“I'll be fine.” He grinned at you, with a wink closely following. You briefly wondered if he wanted to lose. Part of you wondered if he'd asked Loki to help him make him losing more believable, to take the choice from him. Maybe he wasn't as blind as you thought he was. The thought made you smile and your heart warm.

After the commotion of the match died down, you showed Olvir around the Palace, after Frigga's request. You were happy to show him around, chatting with him and getting to know him better. After he settled in and had a couple of meetings with his father and Odin about their plan for him over the next few days, he wanted to take you out, into the city.

Loki was completely against it when he found out, seeing as you rarely ever ventured out that far without his or Thor's company. But you fought him on it, telling him it was none of his business and you could take care of yourself, that Olvir was perfectly capable in keeping an eye on you himself.

And so you went. It felt good, getting out on your own, separating yourself from the castle life for a bit. Olvir took you for a stroll along a street of shops, stopping with you as you looked at trinkets, jewelry and other cool things in the windows.

Something in particular caught your eye, so you asked him to wait for you outside. You went into the shop to make your purchase, pulling out your bag of coins to give the merchant in exchange. With a big smile on your face, you exited the shop with the soft velvet pouch in your hand.

“Have you got what you wanted?” Olvir asked, falling into step beside you.

“I did. It's a present for the Queen. She's done so much for me, I saw it and I had to...”

“That's quite thoughtful of you.” He smiled, putting his arm around you. “Where shall we go next?”

The two of you walked a little further and decided to join in on the entertainment going on in the center of town. There was music and dancing, drinks and food you rarely had because it wasn't up to par for the Palace to even consider making. While you were so thankful for Odin and Frigga's generosity, you sometimes missed life in the city. There were things you didn't get to do often and places you didn't get to go because it was frowned upon or unsafe for you.

You were out pretty late, not returning until after dark. Olvir insisted on walking inside of the Palace with you to make sure you arrive safely. That and you were pretty sure he just wanted to prolong his time with you. You thought it was cute and you didn't mind it. He was a really nice guy and you enjoyed his company.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You fidgeted with your fingers, looking up at him with a smile.

“As did I. Can I see you again? Maybe we can go riding sometime.”

You nodded, “Yes, I’d like that.”

Olvir stepped forward, cupping your cheek with one hand and placing his other on your waist as he leaned in to kiss you. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you returned the kiss, pressing your lips more firmly against his.

He pulled away with a sigh, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I'll see you around?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, watching him leave. When you turned around to head over to see Frigga, you nearly ran into Loki.

You placed your hand over your chest as your heart nearly beat out of your ribcage. “Norns, Loki, must you always do that?”

His mouth twitched as studied your face. “Did you have fun with loverboy?” Loki's tone was mocking and you didn't have energy to deal with it, you wanted to see Frigga in a good mood.

“Yes, I did.”

“I see he settled for dropping you off here this time instead of your chambers.” He was following you, you heard his voice just behind you.

You stopped, pressing your lips into a thin line as you turned around. “Because he's a gentleman, Loki.” This again? What was going on with him? In all the years you'd been friends, he was never like this with any other guys you'd dated. He was probably just being protective of you, but you didn't like how he was going about it. It was making it harder to get over him when he acted like this, inserting himself into your business with Olvir this way.

“That's what he wants you to think, but--”

Why couldn't he just leave it be?

You didn't mean to, but you snapped. “Look, just because that's how you do things, doesn’t mean he's desperate to take me to bed!” You huffed and began to storm off, when Loki grabbed your arm, pulling you back to look at him with a glare.

“It’s not like that and you know it! Why must you always paint me to be this terribly shallow person?”

You wanted to be annoyed with him, for criticizing your choice in men and for grabbing you like that, but when you looked deep into his eyes, past the mask and the walls he threw up all the time, you saw the pain from your words. You had been kind of hard on him lately and saying things carelessly. You never stopped to think how it would affect him.

With a sigh, you apologized. “I'm sorry, Loki. You're right. But, you’ve got to stop going on about Olvir. I actually like this guy and he's not as bad as you think he is. You barely even know him. Just give him a chance, for me?”

He studied your face, as if he was thinking things over. Finally, he let go of your arm and looked away, “I'm sorry. I just… I want you to be careful. I hate seeing people take advantage of you. You're too nice to put your foot down. Except with me.” He chuckled, looking back toward you. “Always giving me a difficult time.”

“Someone has to put up with your shit.” You grinned. “Speaking of… The other day, what happened at the end of the fight, with Thor's sword, that was your doing, wasn't it?”

His eyebrows drew up. “Well… I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you figured it out.” Loki let out an embarrassed laugh. “He looked like he wanted to lose, but his pride got in the way, so I may have given him a little push. And besides, I thought about it and you were right, if Thor wants her, he's going to have to yield sometimes.”

“I don't care what anyone else might say about you, Loki. As mischievous as you are sometimes, you've got a good heart.” You put your hand on his arm, smiled at him and continued your journey to see Frigga.

She was happy to see you as always, asking about your day and how it went with Olvir.

“We had a lovely time!” You hesitated, remembering what you'd been told before. “I know I'm not supposed to go that far into town, but Olvir had his sword on him and--”

“It's alright, dear. I think you're perfectly capable in going out on your own, it's those overprotective sons of mine.” She giggled, “Go on, tell me everything!”

Smiling, you proceeded to tell her about the little party that was going on deep into town, you described the scenery you passed by and all the shops. You took out the small pouch you had gotten from one of the shops and took out a gold bracelet that had flowers etched into the band. “I saw this while I was browsing and had to get it for you.” You held it out to her and she took it.

Admiring it, she smiled and looked at you, “When I gave you some coins to spend on your outing today, I meant for you to buy yourself something, my dear.” She chuckled.

“I did! It's a matching set.” You pulled your sleeve back a little to show off your arm. “See? We both have one and it symbolizes our bond. We've spent much time together in the garden and I cherish it so much, so I thought this would be perfect.”

“Oh, it is! Come here.” Frigga pulled you into a hug. “I love it, thank you so much. You're so sweet to me.”

“You're welcome.” You gave her a light squeeze and pulled back, finishing the details of your date with Olvir. When Frigga asked what you thought of him, you gushed about the things that he said to you and how attentive he was to you and affectionate he was, putting his arm around you and holding your hand. You told her how you loved that you felt like you could be yourself around him. As you spoke, you saw something shimmer out of the corner of your eye when your gaze shifted. You could have sworn it looked a lot like Loki, light traces of green and gold fading as your eyes settled on the doorway. The thought of him possibly eavesdropping on your conversation, like he was jealous of your talk about another guy, brought a smile to your face. If only that were the case.

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shewhowantsmouseears · 5 years

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Shattered, Chapter 10

Notes: As always, thanks to my amazing editors Drucilla and BlueShifted!

This wasn't an easy chapter to write, if only because I knew what I was doing before this one, and on the next one, but didn't quite plan on this one? Ah well.

We should be done in a chapter or two! The final showdown is upon us!

Summary: With the true story of the Snow Queen fresh in Minnie's mind, she takes steps to resume her quest - with a new friend at her side.

Ratface had finished his tale, his eyes on the faint glimmer of moonlight that was slowly leaving the caravan. He was reluctant to turn around and see their faces, although he could already hear the stronger reactions – Daisy was openly wailing into her hands, always far too emotional in every instance, and Goofy was sniffling in big heaps. Donald was solemnly facing away, no tears in his eyes but sadness reflected in them all the same. Ratface did finally turn around to see how Minnie was and he wasn't sure what to expect.

Minnie had cried, but not in the blubbering fashion of Daisy and Goofy. Single lines streaked her cheeks, and she was quiet, her eyes on the icy blue lines in her palms. She felt as if she was expected to say something, and there were many things on her mind, of grief and sorrow and loss... but.

But. Something about that story was off. She didn't doubt its authenticity, or the sincerity of Ratface's true objectives. Yet there was a feeling that the ending wasn't entirely true. Still, she didn't think it was her place to question it. Perhaps it was something to be answered when they confronted the Snow Queen, although how they were to do so while in these cages was another mystery. Minnie wiped her cheeks, and then scooted closer to the front of the cage to reach out and gently stroke Ratface's head.

It was Daisy, unsurprisingly, that broke the silence. “Oh, Ratface!” She wept, drenching her gloves in tears. “How could you do such a thing? We must correct this injustice, we simply must!”

“Assuming any of this is true,” Donald swiftly interrupted, moving to face his friends. “If she didn't listen to him then, I doubt she'll listen now. She might not even remember him, if those shards did the trick. We'll have to find another way to stop her.”

Goofy raised his head, only now catching on to a thing or two. “Stop her? Whaddya mean?”

Minnie saw no reason to lie. “Well... when you stopped us-”

“Kidnapped us,” Ratface muttered.

“We were actually on our way to the Snow Queen. I'm going to rescue my friend.”

“And we're going to put an end to her reign!” Daisy added on with vigor, clenching her fists and banging them to her chest. “And now, a new mission! We will reunite the fair lovers and restore her heart!”

“The heck we will!” Donald snapped. “Listen, I'm all for stopping the icy terror, but you've got icicles for brains if you think something like true love will save the day.”

Goofy cocked his head to the side. “Then how do you plan on stoppin' her?”

He was answered with defeated silence. Minnie shrugged. “We haven't really figured out that part of the plan yet.”

“I'm there to guide you,” Ratface began to climb onto Minnie's cage. “Nothing more, nothing less. I'm not going to beg her forgiveness. I don't deserve it. The loud one is right, the more shards in you, the more you forget. It's why your boy wonder didn't even hesitate in front of you, pretty girl.”

There it was again, Minnie thought, the feeling that something wasn't right about the shards. “I still must try. We must all try, for we have no choice.” With that settled, she faced Goofy, hands on her lap and a strong determination burning inside her. “Goofy, my friend was taken away by the Snow Queen. I've traveled many a mile to see him freed, and I will not stop until he is home where he belongs. Is there any way you can find it in your heart to let us go?”

Goofy's fingers tapped on his arms, a clear battle waging in his mind. “Oooh.. I dunno...Ma would be awfully mad if I did. Stoppin' the Snow Queen is really important too, though...my animal friends are havin' a hard time findin' more food.” He furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the left, then to the right, and back and forth, weighing each option.

“I'll settle this!” Daisy announced, slapping her hands to the metal bars. “Set Sir Donald and Minnie free, and I'll stay! I'm the one your mother wants, let them continue on with their quest!”

Donald jerked his head around. “What?! You can't possibly expect me to leave you behind! You're the princess, our people need you! Goofy, be a man, let me stay and let the girls go! That way, you'll have someone, at least.”

“But what about your dream of being a guardsman?” Minnie asked, ignoring all the eyerolling Ratface was doing. “And your home needs you too, as does Daisy... you two are stronger and wiser than I am, so you should be the ones set free, and I'll stay here until I can find my own way out.”

“Absolutely not! Darling Minnie, you must take Sir Donald and go!”

“Not happening, Daisy! You girls go, and I will stay!”

“But it really makes the most sense if I stay and you two go...”

This went on for some time, perplexing Goofy and annoying Ratface to no end. Once it was clear none of them were going to be satisfied, Goofy waited for a pause in breath to interject. “Gee, you all must be really good friends. How long have you known each other?”

Minnie glanced over. “Oh, well... Donald and Daisy have known each other for... a month? And I've known them for...” She counted on her fingers. “A day or two?”

Now that made Goofy almost fall over in shock. “That's it?!” he asked, his eyes wide in surprise. “Ya'll barely know each other, but yer willin' to stay here so the other ones can go?” He opened and closed his hands again and again, struggling to articulate himself with his limited vocabulary. “But... but why? Why would you ever do somethin' like that? Ma and my brothers, we known each other our whole lives, and they'd stick a knife in each other just to get the last plate at dinner! Why would you help each other out like this?”

As usual, Minnie put it best, because to her it was the simplest answer. “Why not?”

Those two words struck a blow so deep to Goofy's heart he almost forgot how to breathe. “Because... because...” He stumbled over the word, looking out at the tattered tent flap. His brothers and mother were now debating about the cost of the hostages, how high the royals would surely be willing to pay for Daisy's return, and the devious idea of sending a lock of hair – or worse – to them as proof of her existence. Minnie doubted they'd be believed if they explained the royals had been snatched away some time ago, and there was a prick of fear for her friend's safety.

After a beat, Goofy cautiously reached out to the flap and pushed it open, sticking his head out. “Ma?”

His mother stood by the campfire, surrounded by her kin. The reindeer huddled all together for warmth. Occasionally one of the Beagles would toss their empty kitchenware over their shoulder, accidentally hitting the reindeer with it but not caring about the result. In fact, as far as Minnie could guess, given the worn down fur coats and scars along the reindeer's legs, these animals were only cared about by Goofy. “What is it?” Ma growled.

“If you and I was held hostage,” Goofy asked, “Would you trade your life for mine?”

The question made the camp momentarily silent, all startled eyes on him. Ma squinted, and then lobbed her full bowl of soup at Goofy's head. “Don't bother me with stupid questions, boy! I'm trying to make a plan here!” The hard bowl knocked Goofy backwards and his face became splattered with soup. His brothers howled with laughter.

“I don't care for that woman,” Daisy muttered.

Goofy laid there for a few seconds before getting up and wiping off the soup with his hands. “Least it wasn't hot this time. Guess that's what I deserve.”

Minnie's hands touched the bars of her cage, staring as she saw streaks of meat fall down Goofy's face. He deserved to be struck for asking a question? “No,” she said suddenly, a bizarre hotness bubbling in her chest. “No, you did not deserve that.”

“Aw, it's all right.” Goofy sat up straight with a tired smile. “We got plenty of soup.”

“No,” Minnie said again, that hotness reaching up to her throat, a new emotion getting stronger with every passing second. “No, it's not all right. None of this is all right. Her capturing us was not all right. Her holding us hostage is not all right. Her hurting you is not all right.” Her hands gripped the bars stronger, and she found she had no control over the fire that was entering her head and her face. “Nothing about this is all right.”

Donald and Daisy exchanged a curious look, and then Daisy wiggled a finger at Ratface. “Dear... have you ever seen darling Minnie angry before?”

Ratface opened his mouth, and then closed it, because no, no he hadn't. Not even when it was rightly justified.

“The Snow Queen taking people away is not all right,” Minnie kept going, oblivious to how loud she was getting. “The endless winter is not all right. Ratface eternally punishing himself, Daisy afraid to be with Donald for his own safety, Donald risking his neck without any faith-”

The blue veins along Minnie's arms began to glow, and the bars in her hands began to grow colder, colder, colder -

“Having to sit here in this cage while Mickey is trapped is not all right! Mama and Papa starving to make sure I'm fed is not all right! Burning the books wasn't all right! And your mother... your mother...”

Papa it's so cold I'm scared please let me in I'll be good Papa please -

“YOUR MOTHER IS NOT ALL RIGHT!”

The metal bars in Minnie's hands shattered, having grown so cold they could no longer hold shape. Minnie's rant stopped, stunned at what she had achieved, and only now did she see the open-mouthed incredulous expressions of those around her. Donald had scooted back further in his cage, Goofy picked up one of the broken pieces, and Ratface had begun to shake. Daisy, on other hand, applauded. “Bravo, my dearest! Look at you go!”

“That's not a good thing, you dummy dove!” Ratface slapped Daisy's cage with his wing. He had every right to be worried – as a result of Minnie's outburst, her black fur now had shades of white mixed in, streaking her body and making her ever closer to death. “At this rate, she'll become frozen from head to toe before we ever get near the Snow Queen!”

Minnie looked at the damage she had caused, the new anger in her body not as strong as it had been a minute before, but still lingering in dangerous waves. This was something to be afraid of – but it wouldn't help in the long run to let fear stop her. She crawled out of the cage, stood up, and brushed down her dress. “Then I must continue on to the Snow Queen,” she said, “But not without Donald and Daisy.” She didn't know how to control whatever she had just done, and if she tried, perhaps Ratface was right and her journey would end before she saw it through. To that end, she believed there was only one thing she could do.

She walked out of the caravan.

“Minnie!” Donald, Daisy, and Ratface cried out in unison, with Goofy frantically following after.

She hopped down to the ground, and then marched up right up to Ma, ignoring all the confused looks from the Beagles, grabbing her by the hem of her dress to get her attention. “Give me the keys to the cages,” and then, in consideration, added, “Please.”

Ma smacked Minnie's hand away – momentarily frightened by how cold it was – and began to bark. “How did you get out? … Goofy! You little runt, I'll tan your hide so hard-”

“I let myself out,” Minnie said. “Goofy didn't do anything. And you're a horrible mother for hurting your son.”

No one had ever talked back to Ma Beagle before, so none of the Beagles were sure how to handle it when it happened. Ma sputtered, before regaining control. “Hostages should mind their own business! Hurting that fool is the only way to protect him! He knows that, don't you, Goofy?”

Goofy, who was taller than any of them, shrunk under her voice, hands knotted together. “Yes, Ma. You can't be nice to me, or the Snow Queen will come take you away.”

“See?” Ma crossed her arms, snorting in superiority. “We're just trying to survive under the Snow Queen's rule. As long as we don't show affection, we aren't affected. Even someone as dumb and slow as Goofy knows that.”

Minnie didn't back down or show any signs she would in the future. “But Goofy is nice to you.”

“So what?”

“Goofy is nice to you,” Minnie repeated, “And nice to his brothers, and nice to the animals, and he's even been nice to us. But he's not in any danger from the Snow Queen, now, is he? If he was, wouldn't you tell him to stop being nice? Especially to you? After all, if niceness is the way to show love, then Goofy must love everyone a lot, including you.”

Ratface flew out of the caravan, coming to sit on Minnie's shoulder. “I don't know what you're planning, pretty girl,” he whispered to her ear. “But I can't say I don't like it.”

Goofy scratched his head, the full power of Minnie's statements settling in. “Huh... gee, Ma, she's kind of got a point about all this...”

“No, she doesn't!” Ma hissed, signaling to her stronger sons to stand up. “What does she know? Some blue and white freak, an ugly girl like that would never know what love is!”

“I HEARD THAT, YOU WRETCHED MATRIARCH!” Daisy screeched from within the caravan. “You call her ugly again and I'll give you an ugly bruising, that's what I'll do!”

“Give 'em trouble, Minnie!” Donald called out, figuring that if they were going to end it here, they may as well go down fighting. “If she's a freak, then we're all freaks, and proud of it!”

“You can be proud of being a freak?” Goofy asked, thrown off once more. “Ma calls me a freak plenty, 'cause I can talk to animals, I didn't know that was something you could be proud of.”

“There isn't anything to be proud of!” Ma roared, demanding to be in control. “All of you knock it off, right now!” If they weren't going to listen to her, she'd have to take her favorite route – violence. She tried to snatch Minnie's arm – and then released it immediately. “Yikes! Y-You're colder than ice!”

Minnie wasn't a fan of violence herself and didn't want to resort to it in order to see her friends freed. But as an idea popped up in her head, she realized she didn't have any issue with a few threats. “Of course I am. I have a shard of the Snow Queen inside of me. Like all her soldiers do. Why, you could say I might be as powerful as she is.”

You could, but it would be a lie. Ratface smirked, puffing out his chest in a bit of pride. “My, my, pretty girl, where did you learn such bluffing?” he said under his breath.

The Beagle brothers began to scramble up to their feet, some hiding behind their bigger siblings, the majority of them staying away from Ma, since she had “caused the problem”. Ma herself staggered backwards, but pride and stubbornness kept her going. “You were captured awfully easily for someone who thinks they're as powerful as that wacky witch! Goofy, do something!”

Goofy shrugged helplessly. “Like what?”

“You will leave Goofy alone,” Minnie warned, taking a step forward and causing Ma to step backward. “And you will give me the keys. Or else... or else I'll take you all away to the Snow Queen, and you will never be seen again.” They didn't have to know Minnie wasn't working for the Snow Queen.

“Ma!” One of the Beagles cried out in fear. “What do we do?!”

“No one's ever escaped from the Snow Queen before!”

“I don't wanna be a Popsicle! … Mmm, Popsicle...”

Ma's big legs shook, but she spotted a helpful tool out of the corner of her eye. She grabbed one of the burning sticks from the fire and held it out in front of her – ice melted, didn't it? So maybe a person of ice would too. “Back off, kid! I'll make you into a puddle! You don't work for the Queen, I know it!”

Goofy began to walk forward, hands out. “Ma, be careful! You could hurt yourself!”

“Shut up, Goofy! I'll melt you too if you don't shut your yap! I know for a fact she doesn't have any power here!”

Minnie looked at Ratface, who had his eyes on the keys on Ma's belt. “Oh? And how do you know this?”

“Haven't we been through it already? The Snow Queen sends her soldiers out to take folks who love one another! And I don't hold one single speck of love for this stupid freak! So there's no way we're in any danger from the Snow Queen!”

Goofy stopped in place, his entire body slowly shifting downward like a deflating balloon. “Ma...?”

“I said shut up! Now make yourself useful for once and put this kid in a new cage! Do it before I add you to the campfire!” Since Ma had set things right, her other sons began to come out of their hiding places, relieved that Minnie was harmless compared to their heartless mother. Goofy looked at her, and the longer he delayed doing anything at all, the more hurtful insults she spewed at him. It was strange how this did not cause him as much pain as he expected. He thought of the people in the cages, who had been nicer to him in ten minutes than anyone in his family had his entire life.

This was not exactly a difficult decision to make.

Goofy turned around and stuck his head in the caravan. “Miss princess lady? If I get you guys out of here, can I come stay in your kingdom?”

“I'll give you a whole duke title with the works if you get us out of here!” “Aw, gee. Ain't ever been a duke before.”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!” Ma screeched, and threw the fiery stick right at her son. Ratface took to the air, snatching it in his beak and swooped over the heads of the brothers, lighting many heads of hair aflame. They screamed and flailed, trying to smack each other in other to take out the fire, and in the midst of all that confusion, Minnie snatched the keys from Ma's belt. She tossed them to Goofy, who calmly crawled back into the caravan to free the ducks.

“Stop this, all of you!” Ma demanded, watching her sons run all over the place like chickens with their heads cut off. In all this panic, the original campfire was being disturbed, the stones moving out of place and allowing the flames to begin spreading out onto the grass. The reindeer began to lift their heads, frightened and confused by all the chaos. Ma continued to demand order and got none in return. “SOMEONE LISTEN TO ME! I AM IN CHARGE OF THIS FAMILY! DO AS I SAY!” But things continued to unravel, and someone had to pay for it.

With a crazed snarl, Ma grabbed Minnie by the shoulders, this time ignoring how eerily cold the small girl was. “You, this is your fault! Turning my blood against me, making us look like fools – you're no longer a hostage! You're going to be dead, plain and simple!”

This did nothing, as Minnie stared right back at her, her blue eyes sharply returning every bit of intensity given. Ma was used to intimidating everyone, but she had finally encountered a person she couldn't threaten – someone who wasn't afraid of her and her family. By this point, Minnie had encountered far scarier things than an old woman who spat volatile warnings. “We're leaving,” she replied. “And you can leave us alone or you can try to stop us. But I will keep going. No matter what. You can cage me and beat me and hurt me but I will never stop trying. You're used to everyone giving up. You even give up yourself when it's too hard. But I'm not meant to be here. I will go.”

Shaking with anger and some bits of fear, Ma did the only think she could think of – she smacked Minnie right across the face.

Her cheek hurt – and it hurt Ma's hand to smack it – but Minnie simply turned her head to look back at her. “Is that all?”

Three little words broke Ma's spirit, and she fell onto her behind, mouth open without a single word leaving her lips. Minnie almost felt sorry for this woman, but not quite.

By this time, Goofy, Donald, and Daisy had gotten out of the caravan, and Ratface loyally returned to Minnie's shoulder. “I say we high-tail it out of here before we become broiled bluejays.”

“Hang on, I can't leave them behind,” Goofy said before heading to the reindeer. “Hey fellas. Wanna come with us? I don't think Ma and the rest of 'em are gunna treat ya'll too kindly when I'm gone.” Then, as a helpful afterthought, “Mind puttin' out the fire too?”

As if on command, all the reindeer stood up at once – and began to stomp forward, using their large hooves to kill the flames underneath their feet. Occasionally they wound up stepping on a Beagle hand or foot, although this didn't bother anyone's conscious. Donald was smart enough to remember the carriage and horses, and by the time the fire was completely dead, all the Beagles, save for Ma, were either burnt or broken. Minnie thought that, had Goofy ever asked in the first place, the reindeer might have done this ages ago and saved him a lot of grief. But perhaps Goofy knew this too, and held on to the thought of one day proving his innermost doubts wrong.

Donald sat on the carriage roof, the reins in his hands, and Daisy was more than happy to climb back inside. Minnie stayed out, watching Goofy, who was sharing one last exchange with his mother.

“You can't do this,” the broken woman said, pieces of ire still wedged in her throat. “I'm your Ma.”

“So you are,” Goofy acknowledged. “If you decide you want to be nice to me, I'll come back. But bein' nice is dangerous now, thanks to the Snow Queen. Maybe cause of her, you ain't ever learned how to be nice. Some folks got to learn it, others already know it. So I'm going with them.” With that said, he hoisted Minnie up in his arms, much to her surprise, and sat her atop the closest reindeer. He then climbed on behind her. “I hope you're nice sometime, Ma. At least to somebody.”

Ratface opened his beak, perhaps to say something rude, likely that Ma wouldn't change. Minnie clamped his beak shut with her fingers. “Maybe she will be. Shall we be on our way?”

The reindeer and the carriage took off together, leaving behind the broken Beagle bandits, with no one entirely sure of their future. Then again, it was an odd comfort to know that no one could be entirely sure of anyone's future - not even their quest to confront and stop the Snow Queen. They could hope, and do little more than that.

A part of Minnie was still angry – still sad, still afraid, still happy, all these newfound emotions weren't sure where to be placed. She remembered her overwhelming sadness when Mickey destroyed the necklace – and afterward she had gotten colder inside and out, hadn't she? Now it happened again with anger. What would happen if she felt that strongly once more?

The wind blew, and she barely felt it. Goofy put his arms around Minnie, both to keep her steady on the reindeer, and to uselessly warm her up with his embrace. She quietly thanked him for the attempt. Ratface kept his eyes ahead, and he was feeling something new as well, something he hadn't felt since he stood tall and proud as a full-fledged demon.

He felt hope.

#fanfic #shattered #minnie mouse #donald duck #daisy duck #goofy #ratface

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Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Time to float

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompts: If you're taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott's big sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she's flattered and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea --- YN is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he does,Jackson can't help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on her and he's just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them

“Jackson please don't run! Be careful, sweetie, you're gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you'd just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.

Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.

“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.

“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.

“But we're not gonna tell him that, because it's gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.

“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.

“And... even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.

“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”

He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”

“Ok a lot.” you chuckled “But you'll always be the most important man in my life too.” you booped his nose and he giggled “And now, you'll have to promise something to me Jacks-” you lowered your voice tone as if telling him a secret and leaned closer to him as he did the same “My crush on Bill Skarsgard is going to stay between us yes? He can't know about it, and nobody else for that matter. Can you promise you won't say anything to him or other people, or even worse reporters? For your favorite girl in the world?” you raised an eyebrow, looking at him as he nodded his head.

“Sure!” he nodded his head “But I- I really don't see the point of you not- not telling him. He- He likes-”

“Guys, come on!” your mother shouted, interrupting your little brother from his talk and you nodded your head.

“Coming!” you said loudly enough for her to hear as you set your brother down.

“Alright big guy-” you started, fixing his suit and yellow tie “This is your big day. Are you excited about it?”

“Yes, very!” he exclaimed, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Good, you really should be. And proud too, because you put so much hard work and effort into this movie you need to enjoy it! Promise to me one last thing. That's you're gonna be happy and party tonight, alright?” you asked, extending your pinky and he grinned, doing the same.

“Pinky promise!” he said in excitement.

“That's my boy!” you smiled widely, fixing his hair as well “I'm sure youre going to steal some hearts tonight too!” you winked and he laughed shyly.

“But I'll always love you the most!” he exclaimed and you chuckled.

“I know it, and I'll always love you the most too! And remember Jacks, I am proud of you. Of everything you do, and of how much of a great kid and brother you are and I always want you to know that!”

“I do! And I am proud that I have the most awesome, beautiful and talented sister in the whole world!” he spread his arms “And everybody is going to be so excited to see you there as well!”

“Oh but you'll definitely steal the show anyway!” you pinched his cheek and although he hated it when other did that he only liked it when you did it. You had practically raised him yourself, with all the work your mother had and just because you were only then starting your career you had more time for your little brother. Fact that helped a lot in the two of you bonding very fast.

“Alright, let's go! Hurry they're waiting for you!” you said fast, smiling at him as he jumped slightly and all but ran towards the limo waiting for the four of you.

You giggled watching how excited he was about it. You had been worried he would miss out on things kids his age did, publicity and everything that came with it could be pretty hard for grown up people much less kids. You wanted him to beable to live his childhood and enjoy everything that came with it, being carefree above all, so of course you had some objections with it. Even if some would expect you to be the one to push him in that way because of how great your career had been all these years, you actually had not. However you couldn't object for long when you saw how talented he was and how much he really wanted it. He'd said he wanted to be like you and to make you proud with those adorable eyes of his, how could you say no to that?

~*~

“Look, look (Y/n)! There are so many people!” your brother exclaimed, holding with his small hands onto the glass that was slightly open so that he could peak through it “And they are all here for the movie!”

“It's your movie too, Jacks.” you giggled, every worry you had about it fading away when you saw how happy he was.

“Yes, it's my movie too!” he jumped up and down on his seat and you and your parents chuckled.

“Look at both of you, big movie stars!” your mother said with a fond smile “Who would have ever thought huh?”

“Well, (Y/n) was always a little bit of a drama queen. Especially when she was four or five.” your father said with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes.

“Gee thanks dad, one oscar and a golden globe later amongst many others and I am your drama queen. I'll remember it in my next speech, or maybe little Jackson when he gets his first award too!” you said with a playful roll of the eyes “I would like to thank my parents for the support they showed every since I was very young and my sister- the drama queen!” you threw your arms in the air “Yeah, sounds good. What do you think Jackson?” you asked and he giggled.

“Fun!” he exclaimed and you laughed “But I will thank you first anyway!” he shrugged before he was once more glued to the window.

“Alright, JR time to do this. Ya ready?” you asked with a grin and he nodded his head enthusiastically.

Once you all excited the limo it felt like the voices all were trying reach out to you and get in your head. No matter how many times you did this you probably would never get used to it. Out of a habit you smoothed down your red gown, although it was already perfectly hugging your every curve. You fixed your hair, once more out of habit, and took a deep breath in; finally putting a smile on your face and walking alongside your baby brother. You looked at him for a second, worried he could be overwhelmed but he was actually so excited, almost as if he was in a candy store. And you couldn't be happier and more proud for him than this.

As if the paps and fans weren't already excited, screaming and shouting for the actors, the moment they spotted you with your little brother they went into a frenzy. You chuckled, glancing down at Jackson to see him smiling widely as he posed next to you. You heard your name being shouted along with Jackson's and the both of you looked in various directions for the photographers. At some point you bent down to pick your brother up and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before looking back at the cameras.

“So how's your frist rodeo, big guy?” you asked him with a grin and he smiled widely.

“It's amazing!” he exclaimed, wiggling his feet as you held him and you pecked his cheek as well. It only made the fans and paps go crazy at the two of you. You could already see the tabloids the following day talking about cute family moments on the red carpet, as it had happened so many other times when your little brother wanted to join you in one of your movies.

“Oh oh!” he gasped “Bill!” he exclaimed and for a second you felt your blood run cold and the smile freeze on your lips. You had to keep your eyes from widening as you turned your head just slightly to see the handsome actor only a few feet away, taking photos on the red carpet for his own.

“Bill! Bill here!” your brother insisted when he didn't hear the first time and this time he heard him because the second he turned his head he only glanced at Jackson before his eyes locked with yours. You would have looked away but it was simply impossible the moment he stared right back at you. His lips had fallen apart, and his eyes slightly widened. He was, to say the least, stunned and awestruck.

“Here Bill, come take photos with us!” your little brother insisted and it took the older actor a second to grasp what he was saying before blinking and a smile formed on his lips and oh gosh you didn't know how you were so strong and your knees didn't give away that very second. The soft smile turned into a grin as he nodded his head and with only three long strides he was standing on the other side of Jackson's.

“Hey big guy!” he said with an adorable smile and you felt your heart leap to your throat, and it wasn't just because of the sam nickname you'd use on him.

“Hey Bill!” he grinned and you almost jumped in your place when you felt an arm around your waist, getting closer to Jackson and you.

“Stunning date you have here.” he said with a smirk, teasingly, and your brother giggled.

“She's my big sis! (Y/n), she's really beautiful, isn't she?” he grinned and Bill nodded his head with a soft smile, his eyes not leaving yours for a second and you doing the same. You knew there were photos being taken at the moment and they would be all over the internet pretty soon but your brain seemed to refuse to give a single care when Bill freaking Skarsgard was standing just a few inches away from you; staring down at you with such intensity it made shivers run down your spine.

“Oh she's gorgeous.” he said almost breathlessly and you looked down for a second, feeling your face heat up dangerously so.

“Thank you.” you planned to say in a low and polite voice but it only came out as a faint whisper. He gave you a small nod and adorable smile, and it was so obvious he wanted to say more but couldn't at the moment. He only chuckled, acting playful with your little brother as he too wrapped an arm around his neck. After that you left them take a few photos together. You watched with a fond smile as the two of them interacted, bill doing some silly faces to make him laugh and there for you to giggle.

~*~

“I'm sorry if I was a little weird or awkward previously.” a soft voice said behind you and you tore your eyes away from your brother having an interview to turn and face the same entrancing eyes that you were a little lost thinking about just five minutes ago “I tend to lose it around beautiful women and you are just... so much more than that too.” he breathed out with an adorable smile and before you could stop it a giggle left your lips.

“Thank you so much Bill, I'm- I'm sorry if I didnt get to say much before too. I was a little...” you trailed off, not finding the right word to explain it without embarrassing yourself so you just shrugged, looking down.

“Trust me I- I am the one trying to hold myself together at the moment.” he chuckled, placing a hand over his chest “It's such a great honor and pleasure to meet you from up close! I mean I- I have heard Jackson speak so high of you but I- I already know a lot about it even before meeting your brother.” he confessed and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“May I ask, how so?” you bit your lip and he chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets.

“I'm- I'm a great fan of your work, huge to be honest.” he confessed “I've- I've not missed a movie or- or episode of a show you've appeared in or interview or anything. I really really admire you.” he nodded his head and if you were blushing before at the intensity of his gaze, now you were sure your face was on fire.

“You?” you breathed out “Bill Skarsgard, you are a fan of my work? I- I can't believe this is possible.”

“Oh but it is, trust me! You are such an amazing actress, although-” he licked his lips, chuckling “I'll admit the way I described it I sounded like I am a stalker.”

“I'm sure you'd be the cutest one out there.” you chuckled before placing your hand over your mouth, eyes slightly wide “I shoouldn't have said that out loud.”

“No, no please!” he breathed out, a little too fast and it made you smirk “I'll confess to you something. Although being a here for a movie of mine is a dream coming true and I thought I'd never be happier about something I was so wrong. Meeting you is going to be the highlight of my week.”

“Week?” you whispered “Is that so?”

“Yeah, probably not week.” he got serious for a split second before a grin formed on his face “A month the very least!”

“I really don't know what to say to this but the fact that... I can absolutely understand you.” you chuckled as his eyebrow shot up.

“May- may I ask why?” he asked softly, leaning down slightly like a little child excited and eager to here the answer.

“I absolutely love your work as well. I've been a great fan of yours for pretty long to be honest!” you admitted with a shy shrug and if before when he had first seen you he looked stunned he now looked as if a ton of bricks had been dumpedon him.

“You... a fan of my work?” he breathed out, blinking and you smiled shyly.

“Why are you saying it like that? I should be the one to ask that.” you chuckled “In fact-” you bit your lip “Since we are confessing things today, I'll say I made Jackson promise he wouldn't blurt out how much I admire you before we came here. He sort of-” you shrugged “Can't break that pinky promise no matter what so yeah. But now I've just broken it in a way so I guess it's better if he doesn't find out.”

“Oh be sure I'm not going to think of saying that to him anytime soon. I'm a little- I'm struggling to form the right words here to begin with, I just-” he blinked “I don't know what to say. I honestly... am shocked. Pl- Pleasantly so, very verymuch.” he breathed out, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. And if this wasn't the cutest sight in the world you didn't know what was.

You parted your lips, ready to say something but you didn't get the chance to when another voice cut you off “Look guys it's (Y/n)! I told you she was gonna show up, you all owe me ten bucks each!” you recognized that voice as Jack's and you chuckled when you saw them all approach you in excitement.

“Hey guys! Wow it's such a pleasure to see you all here and finally meet you! Jackson's told me so much about all of you!” you exclaimed, hugging and greeting each and every one of them .Their excitement was hard to contain as they saw you and when you saw Bill interact with them you almost melted on the inside. This man was proving to you all the possible ways he could be adorable without even realizing it!

“So what are you two talking about?” Finn asked with a smirk you couldn't exactly pinpoint but maybe Bill did because he laughed nervously.

“Obviously his insane crush on her!” Jack shrugged as if it was nothing and your eyes widened, much like Bill's “Hey, how long did it take you to confess? Cause I had a bet with Jaeden about that as well!” he nudged Bill who barely seemed to be holding it right now. You knew all that he'd want to was to disappear, or Jack maybe too. Either way, it was all vast embarrassment.

“Confess exactly what?”

“Oh that he fanboys about you practically every time.” Jaeden shrugged as if it was nothing and Bill looked at him as if he was the traitor, expecting him at least to keep the secret a secret “We don't dare mention you and he pops up worse than Pennywise himself!”

“Well, at least Pennywise disappears or shuts up at some point.” Finn shrugged “But Bill about (Y/n)?”

“Hell no!” most of the boys said together and it was impossible to hold a giggle back as Bill looked down in total embarrassment, running a hand down his face and laughing awkwardly.

“The first time we got around the topic of your movies, because Jackson brought it up, Bill was there and gosh help us! This man knows everything about you!” Wyatt exclaimed “We were mind blown!”

“He didn't stop! Not for a second we just stood there and listened to him! And oh it was interesting but- let's all face it, he was acting like a school girl talking about her first love and it was all-” Chosen had started speaking but before he could really finish his sentence – not that there was much to reveal anymore – Bill spoke up.

“Alright, kids!” he clapped his hands “How about we go take some photos yeah? I'm sure you have lots of photos and interviews still left! And when they ask you why the new IT movie came out now, state the obvious! It's because we have you all as a cast!”

You just giggled, shaking your head “It's all fine.” you shook your head “I better go to Jackson and I'll see you all later. You too.” you whispered the last, leaning in to kiss his cheek, and earning a low 'Ooooh' from the kids that made you laugh as you were still close to him. You noticed how Jack nudged him playfully and you giggled more.

You looked into his eyes for a moment as you were only inches apart and patted his chest “In case you think there is more in me you'd want to know about.” you whispered, making him frown softly. His eyes followed your your line of sight and only then he noticed the small card in his pocket with nothing else but your number. Your personal number scribbledthere just for him.

“Alright, don't go all Pennywise on them while I'm gone.” you said louder this time, pulling away.

“I can't make any promises! Some of them are really asking for it!” he said with a big grin and you laughed, nodding your head when you realized the reason behind it was card in his pocket.

“Alright, see you later all!” you said, waving at them and after a final look you shared with Bill you looked at them and winking you mouthed a 'Thank you'.

…

“Time to float!” Bill exclaimed in a Pennywise voice as they all laughed and he chased after them, picking up Jack first as he squirmed and laughed hysterically.

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Mitosis - Soul Division Am I in trouble?

Hello Friends! Here is the prologue to this first part!

https://tinyurl.com/obey-me-mitosis-prologue

I’m planning to have the next part up by the 7th, God willing! I hope you enjoy!

January 6th 2020, Sunday

Strap in guys, we in for a wild ride.

I’m still shook. Like, legitimately shaken to my core. My world hasn’t just been turned upside down, oh no. They have tossed my life in a blender with the lid off and some asshole just let it rip. The only thing that’s grounding me (besides writing this down now, I guess) is the fact that the first thing my dumb, clumsy ass self did when I settled down properly into my new bedroom was bang my pinkie toe on the bed frame. So yep, definitely awake. I’ve probably known for a while, but that kinda clinched it.

So let me give a rundown of how I got where I am, like my whole situation. Imagine if you get an email from the Dean of your faculty. And she wants a meeting. Now if you were like a little goodie two shoes in prep/primary school, high school and (be honest with yourself, people) university, your heart just about sinks down to the core of the earth as you shift through everything from being late to classes to unpaid school fees, just anything that could cause this calamity. Well, I couldn’t think of anything so I go, fix up myself a likkle, get to the office without throwing up and knock.

“Come in,”

Just like the rest of the recently built facility, the Dean’s office had big rectangular glass panels as windows to make the most of the nearly year-round bright sunshine (i.e. death.) The sunlight was a stark, almost hilarious contrast to the arctic air conditioning. Then, on top of the A/C, she had a fan running! Like who even? What?? Thermoregulation, where art thou?

Dean Reid smiled at me from behind her desk; but when I saw my parents there too, my heart sank through the damn core and was now weightless. Funny enough, I felt like that now, like everything was all surreal and floaty.

“Ah, Sinai! Come in, come sit down. Don’t look so worried man, you’re not in trouble”

I have to hand it to her, one of the Dean’s best qualities that she always tries to put at ease, you know? It’s almost scary, like supernatural ... But I know my parents and they’re wound up. Which wound me up. Normally whatever makes them worry is a cause for me to worry too.

“Good Afternoon Dean Reid” The strange couch-like chair gave a bit when I sat so I sank about 2 inches, thankfully with no embarrassing squeaky sounds. The Dean surveyed me for a few seconds before she spoke.

“So Sinai, I will not prolong your anxiety any longer. I have called you to meet along with your parents to discuss an exciting opportunity to take part in an international exchange programme.”

The only sound was the gentle rustle of the papers on the desk being blown by the rotating fan.

“Exchange Programme?”

I must have looked absolutely baffled because Mummy spoke up at that point.

“Yes, Dean Reid was just expounding on a few of the key points. Apparently, this will be the first of its kind and will last for a year.”

A year? “Oh, ok” My leg began jittering up and down at that point.

“It would involve six students from 3 different regions, with two representatives from each.” the Dean smoothly continued with her explanation. “The curriculum is designed in a way which would ensure that one you return you can reintegrate with your current year group seamlessly. Regarding expenses... you would have none.”

“N-None?”

With a small smile, she slid a brochure into my hands. I didn’t even look at it.

“Yes Ms. James, none. Food, utilities, tuition, and general day-to-day expenses, will be taken care of. In addition to classes you are, of course, allowed to explore your host country-”

“With who?”

That was the first time Daddy had said anything since I came up here at least. All worse it was his dangerous voice. You know that kind, the kind that says “If you’re f-ing around right now you’re screwed”? That one.

“Every student who takes part will, of course, be assigned to very capable individuals whose role involves not only ensuring the safety of their exchange students but also to enrich their experience by being a cultural guide so to speak.”

I’ll be real with you guys. This was probably the point where I should have been “Hm, this sounds too good to be true. Where is the catch?”. It’s a good thing my parents are smarter than me, don’t it?

“Dean Reid, with all due respect. This seems like a wonderful opportunity but quite frankly, aside from your word, how can we vouch for the legitimacy of this venture? Especially with this being the inaugural year for this...this event?”

Daddy picked up right where Mummy had left off.

“I think we would also like to know how Sinai was chosen for this. I certainly don’t remember her applying to anything like this, and other students perform better academically.”

Gee, thanks Dad, Yuh mek it soun’ like I’m a wasteman. I side-eyed him and he side-eyed right back. [You’re making be out to be a delinquent]

“That may well be true Mr. James, this particular programme aims to have a more holistic approach. Of course, academic achievement was a big deciding factor…” she trailed off, squinted at her glasses, put them on her face and smiled once more.

“... but something that we find just as important as an individual's honesty, their loyalty. Integrity and the willingness to help others. We value those who are empathetic and those who mediate with words, and impartiality, not violence or anger. So, to answer your question in one statement, Sinai was chosen because we believe she embodies these characteristics, quietly yes, but consistently.”

I wished I could disappear; I had started to feel kinda uncomfortable. Something didn’t sit too right with me all the same. There were thousands, thousands of people in this place and I’m sure there mussi [must be] be a good amount who were better people than me. Or at the very least didn’t cuss as much (not that that really matters,). I wasn’t buying it. I let myself detach so I could really think about this insane turn of events.

How the hell would I leave for a year? A whole YEAR!?

You’d never get a chance to do this again. Do you really want to pass that up?

It should go to someone good enough who deserves it, not me.

Stop with that crap. C’mon, really think about this.

I’m thinking. I’m thinking about the fact I’m 23 going 24 and I haven’t slept over at a friend’s house before, and no, all-nighters in the library don’t count.

Where would I even go? 96, 97 percent of the population here at home is black, I can’t handle being a minority I’ve never had to deal with outright prejudice.

Ugh! You are being so so stupid! They wouldn’t just carry you to some random place and leave yuh jus’ suh. Sinai. For like two decades you’ve gone and followed every rule to the book, tried to please every person, tried to look after everyone but *you*. You’ve done nothing exciting or new. Never gone out to parties or drank or even dated. Like, shit girl, you’ve never ever even ditched class and one time the only person who had shown up was the lecturer.

But-

Think a whole year of tuition taken care of that will help when Matthew starts, won’t it?

That’s what did me in folks. Matthew is my (not so) baby brother. I love him so so much and I always try to take care of him but things normally get messed up, and he’s the one who helps me instead.

You can look after him.. Right here, right now. All you have to do is say-

Fine! God, for fuck’s sake “I’ll go!”

Now it took yours truly a hot minute to realise that I practically shouted that last part to the heavens.

Dean Reid raised her eyebrows while Mummy and Daddy looked straight up dumbfounded. Heck, I was dumbfounded.

“Well, Ms James, I didn’t expect an answer during this meeting, but you seem quite enthusiastic,”

I felt my face burn as I let myself slouch into the chair.

“While it is time-sensitive, (They’d need an answer within 3 days and I would leave four days after that) I still encourage you to discuss this before you make an ultimate decision.”

As we had left, I did something that I hadn’t done in a long time. I took each of my parents’ hands and walked all the way out of the building, right in between them. We’d be up for a long, long time that night.

( •_•)>⌐■-■ STAGE CHANGE (⌐■_■)

The sky was still dotted with stars, the indigo just starting to lighten as the dawn approached. Only a few cars were on the road, one of which was a red SUV making its way along the Palisadoes Road. The man driving had one hand in a tight knuckled grip on the steering wheel, the other in a fist clenched on his thigh. His jaw was set and his eyes were dull as he focused on the road without really seeing anything around him. His wife’s face was flushed and crumpled with a continuous stream of tears. The occasional hiccough interrupted her weeping. In the back seat, a young man stared out of the window, stony-faced. One of his broad hands held his sister’s smaller one as she gazed out her own window. She tried her best to hide her gears and take in as much of her home as she could before she departed.

Sinai was fighting sleep, and it was winning. Her tears gradually subsided. Matthew glanced at her when he felt her grip on him loosen. After a casual glance at the rearview window to ensure there were no witnesses, he slowly shifted her head onto his shoulder, snickering slightly at the spot her hair products had left behind on the window. He sat stiffly before allowing himself to rest his chin on top of her head. As he yawned, a vague memory came to him of a similar situation, back when she was still taller. Then he was adrift in sleep as well.

╯︿╰ STAGE CHANGE ╯︿╰

The soft gentle breeze caressed her face. She groaned and batted at it; she wasn’t ready to wake up yet. Bit by bit the warm heat of the sun and the itchy, somewhat soft grass underneath her clued her in to the fact that she wasn’t in a car or plane. She opened her eyes, only to be dazzled by the sun. When she could finally orient herself, she stood up, wide-eyed. The sun was just starting its descent in an azure sky that was streaked with rose and grey and gold, and she was on a grassy knoll. She moved to push her glasses up her nose, only to find she wasn’t wearing them. Vaguely aware of the fact she shouldn’t be able to see clearly, she looked down at the rest of herself. She was in a delicate knee-length white dress that felt weightless. Nothing was familiar except for the inexplicable piano music playing a tune she had heard before but couldn’t place. She blinked and she was no longer alone. Seven figures were around her, some sitting, some standing.

These men were complete strangers.

She had known these men all her life.

They all wore peaceful smiles, talking and laughing and ribbing each other. She sat back down and almost immediately, two of them sat on either side of her. The shorter of the two promptly laid his head in her lap and drifted off to sleep. She exchanged a glance with the taller one and they laughed. A few minutes later, they made a game of trying to see how many dandelions they could put on the sleeper’s hair and face before he awoke.

She sensed someone standing behind her and looked up to see the eldest of the men standing above her, a soft smile on his face that only she and the other two were capable of bringing out of him. She beamed back up at him. The light graze of fingertips on her cheek bought her attention back down to the one resting on her lap. He was now awake, blinking up at her. He was halfway through a sentence, his lips forming words she couldn’t hear before he stopped, his brow furrowed. He pulled his fingertips away and they were wet. Her own hands flew up to her eyes. Why was she crying?

The pastel hues of the sky shifted dramatically to a scarlet moon and darkness. The grass died, withered and turned to dust which blew into her eyes, blinding her. She cried out, kneading at them with her knuckles. When she opened her eyes she froze, the whites of her eyes fully visible. She felt as though two anchors were chained to her ankles, preventing her from running from the horrific battle taking place in front of her. Normally beautiful celestial faces twisted with pain and rage and fear. Shrieks and screams contrasted with the music, which was still going on. It was mockingly calm while the world was falling apart around her. The cloying iron scent of blood made her vomit. It was everywhere. It turned the dust under her feet to mud, making her feel like she was sinking further and further, becoming so immobilized that even when a figure flew at her yielding a burning scimitar she didn’t move. Someone grabbed her under her arms and yanked her out of harm’s way. The eldest immediately engaged her attacker, bellowing at her to run. She somehow found herself behind the pair that sat beside her. They were matching their assailants blow for blow but with their backs turned, neither of them saw the pair of archers taking aim.

“No. No, no no…” she whispered. She felt as though she was a passenger in her own body as she took off running, ignoring the surprised yells. The archers changed their trajectory. Her stomach felt hollow as she noticed a third one taking aim at the shorter man.

Two names she had never heard before left her lips; a desperate warning.

She let out a sigh of relief as the other orange-haired young man managed to pull the other out of the way moments before the arrow would have buried itself right between the shoulder blades. A heartbeat later white-hot pain laced across her face, followed by another cruel, cold shaft of metal that buried itself between her ribs. There wasn’t even time to scream.

Flesh was burning and her skull was cracking along the sutures and muscles were ripped from bones. It was agony beyond which any soul could withstand, and all the while she just kept falling. The entire time the piano kept playing.

(￣﹃￣) STAGE CHANGE(￣﹃￣)

Hundreds and hundreds of miles away in a different country. A young woman bolted upright in her bed with a gasp. She trembled as her wide eyes darted around her darkened dorm room; the moonlight highlighting her unshed tears. The delicate silver chain with a cross inlaid with minuscule blue gemstones felt icy against her skin. She laid a hand on her chest, willing her heartbeat to slow down.

She fumbled in the dark for her phone on the bedside table, nearly knocking her glasses to the floor. It was just after 4 am and the last WhatsApp conversation she had was still open.

“That’s right, she’s leaving today,” she mumbled. She set the phone back down, laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling. The last thing she wanted was for Sinai to worry about her; not when she had something this major to deal with. It could wait until later.

Thank you so much for reading! As you can see, Sinai has a habit of mixing in creole with her English dialect. If this is annoying or confusing then please let me know oki? I had planned for the perspective to shift from the first person (through her journal entries) and the third person (which can be anyone else). Again, my writing skills are pretty rusty so if this is a bit confusing, it's oki to say so! I won’t bite!

The Prologue

https://tinyurl.com/obey-me-mitosis-prologue

The next part

https://tmblr.co/ZvTssUYw9xgNmW00

The piano song that I had in mind (if you want to check it out)

https://tinyurl.com/bluestone-congfei

If you want to read on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26415919/chapters/64353631#workskin

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