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mashupxreader · 3 years

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Little Buddy.

Hello, Lovebugs.

Din Djanin X Fem Reader

Warnings - none yet but this will be a multi chapter thing that will eventually have lots of smut.

Summary - You need a job and Peli agrees you can work on the Razor Crest for her.

Chapter 2!

You suppose you should have expected this. Out on the street with a pathetic bag filled with clothes and no units to your name. You had been bouncing around on friends couches until you had overstayed your welcome. The problem this time was that you were out of couches to crash on. All your friends were sick of you, not that you could blame them. You had become pathetic with no home, no job, and no drive to change that.

There were few options for you on tatooine for a job. You had no true credentials. You had worked on the junk your father had around his little shop but you didn't have any true training it was everything you taught yourself. After he passed you had nothing. He owed everyone around so they took what they could to repay themselves for his debt. You knew you had one last option but you had been putting it off for as long as possible. Peli had given you a few odd jobs in the past but it had been a while since you had seen her. You essentially had a temper tantrum and stormed off from her hanger. You were young and dumb and in pain from the losses you had. Hopefully, she could see it in her heart to forgive you and let you work to make enough credits to at least get a place of your own.

You made your way down to Peli tail between your legs ready to beg on your knees when an old ship landed on the platform. From the looks and sound of it, the old space junk needed some serious TLC. You continued walking over to Peli catching her eye once the dust had fully settled. She gave you a knowing smirk with a hand on her hip as if to say look whos back. You sighed rolling your eyes. Get through this y/n just a few jobs and then you can come and go as you pleased. You mustered a smile hoping it looked less fake then it felt on your face. You had made it beside Peli when she looked at you before turning to the person coming off the ship. To both of your surprises, it was a Mandalorian. Suddenly the little speech you had been practicing on the way over escaped your mind. You were distracted from looking at the tall Mandalorian followed by a little silver ball floating behind him. This was definitely not a normal occurrence even for Tatooine. He stopped in front of the two of you stiff and serious. The little droids Peli kept around the hanger starting to make their way over to the ship before Mando shot towards one scaring them away.

“Hey!” Peli said ready to straight-up fight a man way bigger than her. “You damage one of my droids you pay for it.” You had to admit Peli had no fear when it came to her turf.

“Just keep them away from my ship,” the modulated voice said clearly not afraid of the shorter woman in front of him.

“You think that's a good idea, do ya? Let's look at your ship.” Peli started to do her walk around clipboard in hand already adding the credits up in her head. She started to do her typical run through that you had seen a million times over. She was a businesswoman who knew how to upcharge a stranger. “Oof! Look at that. Ugh, you got a lot of carbon scorin building up top. Yeah.” she continues looking around poking and pulling as she goes. The Mandalorian was clearly unamused with her little show. She kept mumbling to herself about needing a special tool for this and that it looked like someone was doing target practice on the ship. The Mandalorian cleared his throat to get Peli’s attention.

“I’ve got five hundred imperial credits.” The Mando pulled them out from a small pouch to prove to her he wasn't here to waste her time.

“That's all you got?” Peli said grabbing the credits from him. “Well, what do you think y/n?” You were surprised to hear your name. Honestly, you thought asking for a job would be more painful with pleading and flattery. You paused looking from the ship to the two other people in front of you.

“It will at least cover the hanger,” you said with a shrug. Your haggling skills were never the best and had gotten you yelled at a few times from your father and Peli about upselling to make a living.

“I’ll get you your money,” He said pausing before pushing the button on the little floating orb behind him. Peaking out was a little green creature with the biggest eyes and even bigger ears you have ever seen. It had the smallest little pout probably upset about being woken up from its nap. “I need you to watch him I have a job I need to take care of.” You couldn't help yourself you were drawn to it. Going over to the makeshift pram you reached out to pick up the little thing as it reached out to be picked up.

“What's its name?” You said looking to the Mando as you softly rubbed one of the giant ears on its head.

“I don't know his name. I just call him kid. So we got a deal? I’ll pay for the repairs and for the cost of watching the child.” Peli Hummed from a second before agreeing to his terms. With that, the Mandalorian grabbed a bag from the ship and went off to what you assumed was the job he spoke of.

“Bye Mando,” you said showing the child Mando leaving he cooed moving his ears down sadly. You felt for the little guy being left with two random ladies wasn't exactly what you would want either. “Are you hungry?” you asked the little guy suddenly seeing him brighten at the thought of getting a snackie. You turned around to take him into Peli’s area before being stopped by her in your tracks.

“Nice try y/n, I get the kid you get to work on the pile of space rubble.” Peli had her hands out for the child to be grabbed by her already baby talking to him giving him the pet name womp rat. She started to walk away before turning back to you. “Oh and welcome back y/n.”

You spent the next few days working on the ship with Peli. Every so often she would come over to check your work suggesting different things but otherwise, the two of you fell into the regular rhythm that you had been used to in working with her. The ship was truly in bad shape. Maybe the Mandalorian just wasn't that good at upkeep but he needed to start if he didn't want it to break down in the middle of space. The work was long and made your arms and legs have a familiar ache that reminded you of sleeping on different couches the past year. While working the child would sleep in his little floating pram or play around with the droids. When night would come you would play with him using random object around the shop as toys. His motivation in life however was food. He loved to eat everything and anything he could get his hands on. You were sure you had caught him eating random little creatures around outside. It didn't make him less adorable but you had to wonder where his insatiable appetite came from.

Peli let you sleep on the cot that she had around from the past when you would stay with her. It was very uncomfortable with the metal pushing into your back and sides when you would lay down in it. Yes, beggars can't be choosers but if you could you would choose something with a little more fluff. One of the nights you were laying staring at the ceiling when you heard the child start to stir. At first, they were little sounds like he was dreaming before turning into full-on tears. You snuck over to the orb looking down at the poor little guy. Clearly, he was having a nightmare. You thought back to when you would have nightmares when you were little. Your father would always rub soothing circles into your back to help you feel better. Grabbing the child in your arms you let him rest his head on your shoulder before you started to rub circles onto his tiny back. At first, his little whimpers were loud in your ear breaking your heart as he tried to let the soothing take over him. You lightly shushed him telling him all the typical things like you were there and he was okay. Eventually, after a lot of convincing and a few hiccups after the tears, he fell back asleep on you. You considered putting him back in the orb but you didn't want to wake him. At least that's what you were telling yourself because truthfully the cuddles made you feel so much better. No one had hugged you in so long that it felt nice to be needed.

Waking up you realized that you had slept sitting up leaning against the wall while holding the kid. You were definitely going to be paying for that later when your muscles would be screaming at you asking what the fuck you were thinking. For now, you were just happy that the kid didn't have any more nightmares that night. You could only imagine the things he had seen to end up being in the care of a Mandalorian. You started to hum very lightly to him when you felt like someone was watching you. Looking over you saw the Mandalorian looking at the two of you in your little cuddle puddle.

“He likes you.” the sound of his voice was slightly rough like he was in desperate need of some sleep and water. You nodded starting to stand before realizing your legs were numb from being in the position they were with the kid. Just as you felt like you were about to hit the ground the Mandalorian caught you holding you up while you found your balance. His gloved hands were rough against your skin. His grip was tight but not to the point you felt like he was going to leave a bruise. You gave him a little thanks before placing the child back in the pram. He gave a few little huffs before settling back into his blankets.

“I can show you everything we did on the ship if you want then I can grab Peli.” The Mandalorian simply nodded not giving anything away with that helmet. For all, you knew he could be rolling his eyes and you would be none the wiser. Walking around the ship Mando followed making small comments here and there about your work but overall was satisfied. Turning back to him you finally were able to take in just how much taller he was than you. He was broad and intimidating just to look at. You didn't want to imagine what it would be like having him chase you down as a bounty.

Peli came around the corner with the child following behind. The moment he saw you he made a squealing sound not even caring his father was back from his trip. Mando noticed turning his head to the side clearly surprised the excitement wasn't for him. You went to the child touching his ear softly looking at him closing his eyes. Mando and Peli dealt with the payment as you said good bye to the kid. How did he manage to make you fall in love with him so quickly? You barely noticed Peli call your name to get your attention.

“Oh sorry, Yes?” you said letting go of the kid and taking a step back. Mando looked over at you clearly amused by the way you and the child had already made a bond. It reminded him of how quickly he grew attached to him too.

“I have been looking for someone to watch the kid while I go on jobs. Plus you know your way around a ship. Would you consider working for with me for a couple of weeks?” Did the Mandalorian just give you your free ride off this stupid planet? You didn't think for long before your answer.

“Absolutely.” Mando nodded towards Peli as a final thank you before walking towards the ship the child’s pram following behind him as the kid tried to reach to Mando finally ready for his father’s attention. He really was a man of very few words not that it mattered to you. You ran to your little cot grabbing your bag that had your whole life in it. This was exactly the thing you needed. Running up to Peli she shoved some credits into your hand. “Thank you. For everything. Especially letting me come back after every time I leave.” She rolled her eyes nodding her head to the ship where Mando was waiting for you.

“I’ll always be here for you kid. Be careful out there.” With that, she gave you a little shove towards the ship before walking back to get away from the dust that will be kicked up from the ship. You made your way up the ramp looking back at Peli before closing the ramp. You threw your bag on the floor before crawling up the ladder to the cockpit. There Mando sat in the pilot seat with the child in the seat to his right. You sat down with a small smile on your face.

“Ready?” Mando asked as he flicked a few switches.

“Ready,” you said looking at the kid who cooed in response as the ship began to take off.

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jeonronwoo · 4 years

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You Catch Them Staring At You.

Kim Inseong

It was a normal, lazy day you wanted to spend with your amazing boyfriend, Inseong, as he had a clear schedule, you both wanted to stay home instead of going outside. You were minding your own business reading a book that you found quite interesting, and it was awfully quiet.

You felt a pair of eyes watching you, you’ve noticed it for a while, but you wanted Inseong to enjoy being the ‘sneaky’ fox he is. You smiled and said not removing your eyes from the book that’s in your hands.

“I’m glad you find me interesting.”

Inseong looked at you chuckling slightly embarrassed that he was caught staring at you and his foxy skills didn’t work.

“Am I not allowed to stare at my beautiful girlfriend?” He asked and you finally lowered the book looking at him smiling lightly.

“I can’t complain, but for your information, you may look like a fox, but you sure don’t know how to act like one.”

“Y/N!”

Kim Youngbin

You were at home studying for your upcoming exam, you wanted to have a good grade in it so your parents doesn't try to stress you more than you already are.

While your boyfriend, Youngbin, was upstairs taking a nap, as he came back exhausted from practice.

After two hours, your back started to ache and it felt exhausting, so you just stood up and went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple. Snatching your phone from your pocket when you heard a ding, you opened and saw it was a message from your best friend, Dawon, once again he was spamming your phone with memes of himself.

You laughed lightly as you typed a replay. You raised your head when you felt like you were being watched. You saw Youngbin leaning against the wall watching you with a fond smile. You felt your cheeks redden.

"What?" You murmured, as Youngbin laughed a little looking at the ground, blushing that he was caught.

"I thought I made it obvious, you're just beautiful." He replied walking over to you and placed a kiss on your head.

"I love you." He whispered, as you smiled reaching up kissing his lips.

Lee Jaeyoon

"Please Jae! This is the last shop! I promise!"

"No! You said the same thing about the last five shops!"

You huffed and tried to drag your boyfriend into the shop but he wouldn't budge. You stayed in your place for a while thinking how to let him change his mind. A light bulb lit above your head.

"If we went into this shop, I will give you all the blow jobs you want." You said, his eyes opened widely, and he seemed seduced by the idea, but he still was unsure, so you said to conclude.

"For a whole week."

Funny how he ended up the one dragging you inside the shop instead of the other way around. You quickly walked inside the shop as you looked for something nice to wear, you were looking through all the shelves and picked up a few things. Then you searched between the hangers, you found a good blouse and held it up.

"Babe, does this look good on me?" You asked Jaeyoon, he turned around and looked at you before nodding, you squealed and took it to try it on with a couple of things.

Jaeyoon was staring at you with a smile on his face, he was happy to see that smile of yours on display, he loved your smile so much. But you loved his more.

"Jae..?"

He heard your voice and snapped back to reality, he immediately groaned when he saw the teasing look on your face.

"Was I that hot for you to stare at me?" You asked.

"God, you're so annoying." He groaned with a smile on his face making you laugh a little.

"I mean, I wouldn't mind for someone as hot as you stare at me." You flirted, and he just looked away laughing in embarrassment.

Lee Sanghyuk

You were up in your bedroom playing on your phone, while your boyfriend was downstairs bringing something to eat. You heard some banging from downstairs and groaned.

"Lee Sanghyuk, I swear to god." You mumbled to yourself, and stood up to see if Sanghyuk managed to destroy the house or not.

You walked downstairs and went to the kitchen to see Sanghyuk standing there with a bowl in his hands.

"What the hell Sanghyuk?" You mumbled as you saw your kitchen was a mess.

"All I wanted was some popcorn and this happened!" He defended himself quickly with a pout on his face and you shook your head smiling a little.

"Just sit on the sofa." You said and he looked revealed.

He sat on the sofa, while you began to clean the mess he made, after that you opened the fridge getting some juice out, and looked in the shelves to find a bag of doritos. You grinned and emptied it in a bowl.

You put the popcorn in the microwave and waited for it to be done, your eyes drifted back to the living room, expecting your boyfriend to be searching for a movie to watch, but instead he was staring at you.

"You're weird, you know that?" You said and he just smiled in response, you walked over to him and sat on his lap.

"For a really dumb person, you sure are handsome." You said teasing and he just rolled his eyes and kissed your lips.

In the middle of making out, you heard a tick, you quickly pulled away and went inside the kitchen bringing the bowl of popcorn holding it for Sanghyuk to see.

"And this is how you make popcorn."

"Oh my god, marry me!"

Baek Juho

You were getting ready to go out with your boyfriend, Juho. Since he finally got a day off, you both wanted to make use of it and go out together, because it had been so long since you went out together.

You were doing your makeup when you heard a noise, you turned around to see your cat, Vivi, snuggling into your boyfriend.

"She likes you already? Strange. She tried to scratch Chani's hand." You said and he laughed.

"That's why he didn't want to come with me! She has to like me, I'm your boyfriend!" Juho said and you smiled.

"She likes Rowoon and he isn't my boyfriend." You said and he scoffed a little.

"Everybody likes Rowoon." Juho said and you laughed agreeing, remembering when he was dancing with the ostriches.

You turned back continuing with your makeup, you put some nude lipgloss, and some blush, you were putting on your eyeliner, when you saw Juho's reflection on the mirror to see he was staring at you.

"What? Is there something wrong with my makeup?!" You said and started to panic, he quickly shook his head.

"No! No! You're just.. Beautiful." Juho said shyly, and you blushed. "Isn't that right, Vivi?" Juho said bouncing the cat staring at you as you giggled.

Kim Seokwoo

"Oh my god, this is amazing!" You said as you bite into the cake happily.

You and your boyfriend, Rowoon, at the park having a picnic. Rowoon being the gentleman he is, he made food and brought it with him so you can enjoy yourselves.

"Does it taste good?" Rowoon asked and you nodded immediately.

"Yes, you're such a boyfriend material." You said causing him to blush and bite into his sandwich to act like it's not bothering him.

You talked about random things, and Rowoon just told you about the drama he was going to act in, and to say you were beyond excited was an understatement. You were proud of him and everything he achieved.

You felt a kick in your side, and you looked to your left side and saw a ball next to you. Your eyebrows furrowed, then you saw a little boy coming your way.

"I'm so sorry Ms! It won't happen again I promise!" The little boy apologised and bowed and you chuckled ruffling his hair.

"It's okay, have fun yeah?" You said and he smiled widely before taking the ball and ran back to his friends.

You turned around still smiling, you saw Rowook staring at you with a smile on his face and he had frosting on either side on his lips. You laughed.

"You're such a man child, you know that?" You said and grabbed a napkin wiping his mouth. Rowoon frowned before realising that he actually made a fool of himself in front of you. You laughed staring at him this time with a smile of your own saying.

"Lucky for you I love you."

Yoo Taeyang

You were watching a new drama at home, you were alone because Taeyang, your boyfriend was on tour to promote their new song.

Saying that you missed him a lot would be an understatement, you two weren't used to staying away from each other for a long time.

Your phone started ringing and you picked it up, you smiled widely when you saw that Taeyang was video calling you.

You accepted immediately and you saw his face on the screen and smiled widely when you saw he had the same smile as yours.

"Tae!"

"Y/N! Babe I missed you so much!" Taeyang said pouting a little.

"I missed you too baby, how is the promotion going?" You asked putting a hand over your cheek.

"It's going amazing, I love meeting fantasy from all over the world!" He said excitedly and you laughed at his cuteness.

You talked back and forth and he asked how you were doing without him, also the video call turned into a choas when Jaeyoon came to interrupt you two.

"What do we have here! Oh look, it's Taeyang's precious Y/N!" Jaeyoon teased and pinched Taeyang's cheeks.

"Hey Jae, how are you? Good job on ripping your jacket live, by the way." You snorted and he gasped sassily.

"You didn't just go there! I mean, have you heard the screams?! I might have gone deaf from how loud it was!" Jaeyoon said.

You bickered back and forth, then you noticed how Teeyang has gone completely silent, you stopped talking and looked at him to see that he was staring at you from the screen with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Wow, your ugliness silenced him." Jayeoon joked causing Taeyang to hit him on the back of the head and you said.

"Screw you, Lee Jaeyoon."

Kim Youngkyun

You were out with your best friend for a girls' night out, it was a nice day in the streets of Seoul. You were walking with your best friend babbling about a hot guy that she saw while working. You teased her by saying that she wasn't focusing on her job.

You both entered a small cafe, you sat near the window, and the waiter came and gave you your menus.

"So, how are things with Youngkyun?" Your best friend asked, making you smile immediately.

"It's amazing, he is such a sweetheart. He always makes sure that I'm happy." You sighed dreamily making your best friend snort.

"God, you're whipped for him." She teased making you roll your eyes sarcastically.

Your order arrived, and you both started eating in silence, you were enjoying your pizza when you felt like you were being watched. Being your paranoid self, you felt scared.

"Hey, is there someone staring at me? At us?" You asked your best friend, she turned around and started looking all over the place.

"3 O'clock." Your best friend simply said, you turned and your eyes met a pair of brown ones that you fell for.

"Oh my god." You said and waved for your boyfriend who was still staring, it seemed like your waving snapped him back to reality, because he started walking towards your table with a shy smile on his face.

"Hi." He said and you laughed at his shyness patting the space next to you.

"Set here, you creepy idiot."

Kang Chanhee

You and your group were nominated for a reward, you were sitting next to the leader of your band, as you waited for them to announce the winner.

Your eyes wandered sneakily next to you, and you made eye contact with your secret boyfriend, SF9's Chani.

You both had been dating for about 5 months, no one knows about it except both of your groups. He was such a sweetheart, always supporting you and teaching you to perfect your dancing like him.

"The winner is... (Your group's name)!"

They announced and you jumped up and down cheering hugging your bandmates. You cannot believe that you finally won, all of you worked so hard on this single, and your fans was absolutely an amazing support system in streaming it.

You all walked to the stage as your leader began speaking, you had a few tears escaping your eyes, so you quickly dried them and smiled brightly at the camera. Your leader looked at you so you can say something too.

"Wow, this is amazing.. I still can't believe we won this, so please excuse me for being such a cry baby." You said drying your eyes, making one of your bandmate hug you from behind to comfort you.

"I'm sorry. We all worked so hard for this, and us winning the prize, motivated us to give our best again, thanks to all our amazing fans out there. We all love you with all of our hearts!" You said and raised the reward in the air giggling.

Another one of your bandmates started to talk, your eyes went back to where Chanhee was sitting, he was smiling from ear to ear and staring right at you.

You smiled and he blushed and began clapping as well.

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notaburgler · 4 years

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A fic I wrote for a friend for Christmas. Just a little Dadzawa... (Pardon any spelling or grammar errors)

A twinkling above head and a rough pass of freezing wind jolted Eraserhead from his trance. The winter months made patrol so much less enjoyable for the hero. He tried to bundle up the best he could, but couldn’t pack on too many jackets or sweaters and remain limber at the same time. He was in luck; his capture weapon helped keep the icy fingers of Mother Nature from grazing his neck and sending shivers up and down his entire body.

Eraserhead hated the cold. What’s worse was his roommate, none other than the voice hero Present Mic, kept the windows open and a fan on leaving the house terribly cold all day and night. His sleeping bag was never enough. He layered blanket after blanket and cranked the heat to 100. Trying hard to beat this winter, he would curl up in bed after a long shift; but that cozy thought was still hours away.

No, villains didn’t fall silent due to weather. They didn’t close up shop or hibernate. If anything, the colder the night, the more dangerous it got. Hero’s movements were sluggish and left them less than efficient due to shivering and tingling, frozen fingers.

With his hands tucked in his pockets, he walked the streets in a particularly dangerous part of town hoping if he were to catch a villain in the act, the physical activity of fighting would help warm his body up, if only for a short while.

His fingers tingled and his nose red, the clocks second hand finally marched to the 12 at the top of his watch signaling the end of his shift. The next hero would jump from a rooftop or rush around the corner any second to greet and relieve him. So, he waited. He waited and waited. He was sure he was at the agreed upon meeting spot. Maybe he took a wrong turn?

A light, gentle buzz came from his pocket. He lifted his phone and sighed at the text shining into his tired, bloodshot eyes.

“I won’t be able to make it tonight. Sorry.”

It wasn’t really what he wanted to see. Be late. Be lazy. Be in the wrong location or lost. Don’t bail! Now Eraserhead was stuck working the next shift. And with class the next day, he would be in no mood for anyone’s sass.

The class was rowdy. Aizawa already had a headache, and the events that unfolded during his second shift on patrol didn’t help. There wasn’t anything in particular that happened; just a few evil doers that thought it would be fun to make him stay even longer than he wanted and a store clerk that couldn’t exactly pinpoint the details of the person that robbed him. Sometimes, Aizawa really disliked people.

“Calm down.” His voice was as usual, deadpan and almost monotone. It was how he presented himself that seemed off to the rest.

Midoriya, the observationalist he is, pointed it out first. Aizawa disregarded the claim that he seemed more tired and cranky.

Cranky, huh? He guessed that would be a good word to use to describe his current mood.

It was a bit of a childish word, but who was Aizawa to argue? That’s exactly what it was. He needed a nap that lasted the duration of his 30’s and a nice fluffy bed to cuddle up in while he slept. Was that too much to ask?

He’d been working himself to the bone: teaching class, patrol, meetings, grading homework. Not to mention those kids wouldn’t stop drawing the League of Villains attention. He was on guard at all times. Having another student badly hurt or kidnapped would only make his bad day worse.

He caught himself watching the clock as Mic took to the center of the room. He should have been spending that time grading papers and going over the curriculum. Lunch would start soon and this would be his chance to at least nap for a moment. Why he wasn’t using Mic’s presence to nap, He wasn’t sure. He felt the urge to sleep, but once he curled up in his sleeping bag and closed his eyes, the undeniable feeling of dread sunk into him and forced his stinging and tired eyes open.

He sat up and watched the class silently jotting down notes. At least they paid attention when Mic was teaching. So many times had his class become unruly to the point of him having to threaten harm (albeit faux harm). He’d activate his quirk, drying his eyes even more, and pull his scarf from his neck. With a menacing glare they would calm down and he would resume class.

He jumped slightly. A motion he hoped had gone unnoticed by his class when the bell rang signaling it was lunch time.

With a sigh, he slouched at his desk, Present Mic staying behind to check in.

“Rough day?” His gloved hand pressed against Aizawa’s shoulder in a comforting manor.

Aizawa sighed again, letting his eyes fall closed, “Yeah ... rough Day? Night? I don’t even know anymore.” He opened his eyes once more and glanced up at his best friend.

His smile was almost annoying. He hadn't patrolled in weeks and his homework assignments were easy to grade. Yeah, he worked at the radio station and was up early for his show, but it was only a few hours and at least he enjoyed it. Aizawa, at this point, wasn’t even sure he liked what he did. Hero work was one thing, but teaching? Who would want to be a glorified babysitter all day?

Mic huffed gently seeing maybe now wasn’t the best time for Aizawa to have company, “Well, take care of yourself.” He dropped his usual persona; Calling everyone listener, even when they were right in front of his face.

****

“Mr. Aizawa seemed off today.” Uraraka stated with concern in her soft eyes.

“Maybe one of his cats rejected him and he doesn’t know how to handle it?” Kaminari, always coming up with the weirdest of reasons behind people’s actions.

The group of students headed down the hall to the dining area as they spoke. None of them felt quite right about his demeanor. He was normally calm and tired eyed. He’d take every chance to sleep that he could. Some students and staff had found him in the most precarious locations: janitors closets, the rooftop, on the sports field, under tables, the bathroom stalls. But today he was showing signs of sleep deprivation they hadn’t seen yet.

Bakugo huffed, “People can have bad days. I have them.” He slammed to the table.

Kirishima, the sunshine boy of the class smiled smacking him on the back a little rougher than normal, “everyday is a bad day for you.”

“Shut up asshole!”

Uraraka spotted Midoriya talking to himself again. This wasn’t the first time. He had an unusual talent to absorb information like a sponge and made notes of it all in his handy dandy notebook always in his bag. He also had the uncanny ability to creep people out with that same information, not to mention the delivery.

“Deku?” She asked with a tilted head that made her hair lightly bounce.

He shook himself, nervously falling backwards and onto the floor.

As he stumbled to his feet he smiled, “sorry, just going over details I can remember about Mr. Aizawa.” He scratched his head. “He’s smart and logical. So there’s a reason he’s kinda in a sour mood, right?”

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He should have napped. He needed to nap, but he was so used to lack of sleep at this point that napping was a bandaid on a broken leg. He had transcended into a state of eternal consciousness. Even with closed eyes and a yawn, he would never be able to fall asleep at the school like normal. He needed his bed and his blankets and the soft hum of the street lamps outside. He needed that white noise machine Mic had bought him last year for Christmas to be able to tune out all other thoughts and just sleep. But he also needed to eat; a fact announced unintentionally when his stomach screamed from it's emptiness.

At least the teachers lounge was quiet. Most of them would indulge in Lunch Rushes food, and for good reason. The lounge was quiet, just what he needed. He had a free period after lunch- more time to wind down and stop snapping at the students. The questions were valid and the reactions were to be expected. All morning they had been unusually attentive and calm, and all he had been is a real jerk. He spent the better part of second period explaining to them that he wasn’t their parent and he shouldn’t have to teach them respect and manners all because Ojiro let out a small burp that made the class erupt into laughter.

It was an odd mood he felt so purely. He hadn’t been this irritable and moody since high school, and even then, it wasn't nearly as bad as it is now.

Yeah, he didn’t get sleep. Yeah, he was hungry. Yeah, he was irritated that the pro that was supposed to relieve him last night bailed. All of these things would put someone, anyone into a foul mood. Not even All Might, Mr. happy-go-lucky, wasn’t immune to bad days and poor attitudes.

Aizawa brushed off his mood as a fit of hanger and ate in silence.

As he felt like a calm had washed over him, the chatter of students in the halls just past the frosted glass window on the door brought back his irritation.

Maybe he should have called in today? Maybe he should have taken the day to just stay at home and catch up on sleep? Maybe he should have called another hero last night to take over? Or maybe just bail altogether and hope for the best? It’s not like anything happened that couldn’t have been dealt with later or by the cops.

His lunch ended, meaning his free period was over. At least he got a little time to reflect on his recent actions and words. Calling Midoriya annoying and telling Bakugo he will never be a hero with such a poor attitude (in retrospect, he wasn’t one to talk) was maybe a bit harsh. All Might was with his class, so he hoped to have them calm and listening for the rest of the day. Maybe an apology was due? Maybe he’d let them slack off for a bit? He wasn’t sure, but he’d make the decision once he got to the classroom.

He slid the door open staring at the floor. His eyes a mere slit against the rough features of his face. It figures, now is when he would be able to pass out right on the floor and sleep for days. At least he’d be in the classroom when he woke and wouldn’t need to get dressed in the morning.

His eyes lifted and his hand reached for the back of his head with a nervous rub of his neck. Yeah, an apology was due. “Hey class-“

“THANK YOU MR. AIZAWA!”

He glanced around at the room.

Balloons and streamers strung throughout. A cake big enough for an army to eat— with leftovers to spare. Each student wearing a shirt with his creepy smiling face on it.

“What’s going on?” He tried to hide his excitement.

All Might blew his cheap plastic kazoo right in Aizawa's face, “the students wanted to let you know how much they appreciate you. So they spent lunch putting together a party.”

He glanced around the room at all of the smiling faces.

“Eri,” Midoriya nudge her out in front, “go.” He quietly urged her.

She looked to Mirio for confirmation, and after his nod, she pressed forward with a box in hand, “thank you Aizawa.”

She was adorable. Unable to maintain eye contact, but fighting her nerves and fears to present the man that had been caring for her with his gift.

His first smile of the day was the most genuine smile he had worn in ages. “Why couldn’t we get a picture of that smile instead of the creepy one that looks like he’s about to put an axe through the door?” Kaminari whispered to Jiro.

A new pair of pink sweatpants was just what he needed. Present Mic had adamantly begged the students to get him something other than the dreadful pink sweatpants, but after hearing of how much he loved them, they had to buy them. His smile grew even more sincere as he unfolded them to see them better. A large cut out of what looked like a cat was poorly sewn into the butt of it.

“Eri drew and cut the cat, Midnight helped sew it on.” Mirio smiled with a thumbs up.

The anger. The irritation. The bad mood. All of it wiped clean and replaced with a warm and tender feeling buzzing inside. He felt whole in this class. He felt important. He felt happy.

“Thank you class.” He blinked hiding the small trail the tear had left along his cheek.

Shouta Aizawa may not be their parent. He may not be their real family. But this classroom, and these students, are the only family he really needs.

He whispered, a voice gone unnoticed, even by Jiro, “Thank you so much class. I love being your teacher.”

#dadzawa #shouta aizawa #class 1a #grumpy teacher #hes their dad #prove me wrong #family #feel good #bnha #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #mha #fanfic

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fvaleraye · 3 years

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Just a Day

Hi hello hey :>

I decided to write something involving Alex today, bc I don’t write about my AFW OCs nearly as much as I should... they’re v good ;w; It’s not much? Just a short little peek into the life of Alex, and his daily happenings. He’s doing his best

As always, AFW is @artnerd1123‘s story, and y’all should check it out, it’s super good and she just wrote a new chapter today :>

The sun rose lazily over the horizon, bathing the trees and buildings in its bright orange glow. The day was starting, people were getting out of bed, getting ready for the day. Many were still in bed, though. Not everyone had a profession with a schedule. And not everyone wanted to get an early start to the day either. One sorcerer was still sound asleep in his apartment, for the time being. But not his familiar.

Lucy, the little ball of energy and sunshine that she was, almost always got an early start to her day. Mostly it was idle tidying up while waiting for her originator to wake up. Nothing major, unless there were things from the previous day that she decided to wait until the morning to actually do. But mostly it was just walking around with a duster a bit too big for her, getting all the dust out of the way. Sometimes she would pick up and reorganize books that her originator left lying around. Alex insisted she didn't have to, but the little familiar wanted to... she wanted to be helpful, and it gave her something to occupy herself with. Once the sun started to peek more over the land, Lucy slid back into the bedroom, where the blue-haired sorcerer still laid sound asleep. Her first instinct, as always, was to just hop up onto the bed and nudge him a bit. That didn't do much. Usually the cold of her face pressing against his side would wake him up, but either he was very asleep, or he was getting used to it. Her second course of action was to just open the curtains, letting the sunlight pour into the previously dim room. The sorcerer let out a tired groan, before shoving a pillow over his head. She hopped back up onto the bed, and gave him a little smile. "Rise and shiiiine, sleepyheeeaaaad!" She said, pressing her face against him again.

"... what time is it...?" Alex mumbled, peeking out from under the pillow.

"Time to get up!"

He just gave a sigh, shoving the pillow off his face. He slowly sat up, his cyan hair a complete mess, bags under his eyes, and just looking like he wanted to go back to bed. This was about how he felt every morning. He pressed his hands against his eyes, rubbing them for a moment, and pushing his bangs out of his face. He gave Lucy a quick little pet on the head, and pushed himself out of bed with a groan. He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand as he stood up. Had to get ready for the day at some point.

He grabbed some clothes from the dresser- nothing fancy, just a shirt, some pants, and his binder, he wasn't going anywhere today- and tiredly shambled over to the bathroom. The first thing he did was toss his new clothes aside for the moment, turn on the sink, and just splash a bit of water in his face to try and wake himself up a bit. After a moment, he looked into the mirror, took a deep breath, and sighed. Now that he was a bit more awake, he went about fairly mundane early morning things. Brushing his teeth, getting his binder on, brushing his hair, changing clothes, nothing unusual. After a bit, he opened up a cabinet on the wall, and grabbed a bottle. It was full of a clear-ish liquid, and had a white label. It looked to be some sort of medicinal potion. He opened it up, poured it into a little cup, and downed quickly, cringing and making a face as it went down. Medicine never tasted great. But it was good for him... half the reason he was able to get out of bed, honestly. He stepped out, and walked down the hallway, this time with a bit more energy. Not a lot more, but he was waking up. That was something. He wandered around to the kitchen, and opened up some cabinets... ... they were quite bare, actually. ... guess I am gonna have to go somewhere today...

"Hey Lucy?" He called into the hallway, prompting the little familiar to peek around the corner. "I'm gonna head to the market, pick some stuff up really quick, you wanna come?"

"Sure!!!" She replied, practically bouncing over to his side. He gave a little chuckle at her enthusiasm.

He took a moment to just get a pair of shoes on, and grabbed his cloak from the cloak hanger. Once it was on his shoulders, the little one climbed right up and nestled into his hood. He let out a small sigh, grabbed his little bag of coins, and stepped out of the apartment. The walk out of the building was uneventful, as would the rest of the trip, hopefully. He waved at a few people who greeted him, but mostly just kept to himself. It was still... a pretty new town. He hadn't been here long. Merchant town, though, so you could find almost anything you wanted. As long as you waited long enough for a merchant selling what you wanted to stroll into town. Thankfully all the pair wanted today was food. That wasn't exactly a rarity. The streets were mostly empty today, it was a weekend morning, so the only people up at this hour were merchants either setting up or taking down stalls in the market, or their customers. The market itself was not very quiet, but it was still less of a crowd this early. That was nice. As long as I don't get called "ma'am", this'll be a pretty okay day... He tried his best to keep all his time at the stalls as brief as he could. Just picking up some groceries... meat, vegetables, baking supplies, some fruit juice he could freeze into little flavored cubes for Lucy. The usual stuff. Everyone was always cordial, some more convincingly than others. By the time he was done, he had two bags slinged over his shoulders, and his coinpurse was noticeably lighter. More people were starting to come out into the streets, which just made him want to get home faster. He really, really wasn't in the mood to deal with a crowd today. But, of course, he couldn't go back home without at least taking a peek at the questboard. It was like any other questboard: just a big wooden board where people put things for questors to do. Requests to find things, investigate certain areas, help take things from point A to point B... more of the same. No new dungeons today. Dungeons were slow recently. Kind of disappointing. But it was fine. He wasn't looking for more things to do today.

The walk back home was mercifully just as uneventful as the walk out. Lucy hopped out of Alex's cloak as he set it back onto the hanger, and the two got all the groceries out of the bags to put them up. It took a few minutes, of course, but they were done in no time. Now they could eat breakfast. After spending a minute or so looking at the food and trying to figure out what to eat, he eventually settled on some bacon. The little one wanted a sundae, which he decided to oblige before starting on his own food. She was sitting on the couch, enjoying her food, while he was getting a few bacon strips prepared. He honestly wasn't that hungry... but breakfast was important. He couldn't skip it. Just a little food would do. Once they looked nice and done, he got himself a plate, and sat down at the table. He just sort of prodded at it with a fork until his appetite decided to exist. Normally he was a big eater... but it was one of those slow days. Sometimes it was like that, and there wasn't exactly a reason for it. And that was okay. Once he was done, he stared at his empty plate, trying to figure out where to go from here. He didn't have any plans... besides sitting at home and possibly taking a nap.

... maybe I could write that guy I met at the library. He thought to himself, glancing at the hallway.

Yeah.

That was something he could do.

Lucy was still enjoying her sundae, so he had some time to kill. He stepped back into his room, still bright with the sun, but less so now that the sun was beginning to rise and not sit directly in front of the window. He pulled up a chair and sat down at his desk. It was a bit messy, covered in papers and maps and his own notes. He had been trying to reason out how exactly dungeons work and the ways to get them to pop up. He hadn't quite figured it out. Magic was a fickle and mysterious thing. Maybe there was a book about it. He brushed aside some of the clutter and pulled out an empty piece of paper. A brief blue fog washed over the inkwell across the desk as it slid over to his hand, the quill alongside it. He dipped into the ink a few times and tapped his chin as he thought about what to write.

Dear Journal

I hope you're doing alright. I just wanted to write really quickly, I didn't have much happening today. I just finished reading that adventure book series you recommended, great stuff. I feel like it kinda fell off near the end, though. I think the writer might have just been trying to extend the story more than they should have. I think it would have been better if it ended on the third book, would have been more satisfying. Overall though, it was okay. I hope you like the dragon facts book I recommended. I know a lot of it is probably common knowledge by now, but it's still fascinating. By the way, I was hoping you could maybe find me a book on the intricacies of dungeons and what their patterns are, if any? You don't have to, of course, but I'm trying to make notes and a book like that would make my life a lot easier. If it doesn't exist, or just isn't there, that's fine. I just don't know when the next time I'll be able to stop by the library is, so I wanted to ask. I promise I'll repay the favor if you pull that off.

Signed, Alex.

"... that'll work." He mumbled, setting the quill aside. He folded up the paper, tied it up, and whispered a few words to it. A moment later, it disappeared in a little puff of blue fog, hopefully to its destination. He pushed himself away from the desk, and started to stand up. He wasn't sure what else he was going to do today... Maybe he could just hang out and talk with Lucy for a bit. That sounded nice.

#Valerie Writes #AFW #Alex #Lucy #i am happy with how this turned out...#even if it's short...#short but sweet... wholesome #i hope y'all like it!#and; as with the last thing i wrote; belle proofread it for me and helped edit #bc they're super good and helpful like that #ty again for that; sib...

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tamorasky · 4 years

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Mistress Anna Chapter 20

Summary: It wasn’t uncommon for the women to be eventually cast aside, Anna was just naive enough to believe it would never happen to her.

Rating: M

Words: 5,468

Relationship: Anna/Kristoff

Canadian Frontier AU

Masterlist

AO3

Notes: Longer chapter here!!

Anna initially thought that Eliza had been experiencing anxiety over her departure to help Bulda with Marguerite's wedding, leaving her daughter in Elsa's care for the morning. She quickly learns that this is not the case as Eliza's wailing continues throughout the hour.

Anna bounces the red-faced toddler on her hip, desperate to stop her unwarranted crying. She looks up from Eliza to her sister.

"Are you sure she doesn't need to eat?" Elsa asks as she raises a brow.

"I'm certain." Anna huffs, once again trying to coax an arrowroot biscuit in the toddler's mouth, only to be refuted as Eliza turns her head away. "Did anything happen while I was away?"

Elsa shrugs as she crosses her arms. "Nothing, I fed her when she woke up then dressed her. We played for a little before I went about doing chores around the house."

"And she went down for her nap, right?" Anna asks as she throws the biscuit onto the kitchen table. The cabin is consumed by silence at the question, Elsa stares at her sister with wide eyes and her mouth agape. Anna sighs, "Elsa…she needed to nap. Now she's overtired."

"I'm sorry." Elsa states. "She wouldn’t fall asleep, so I thought it would be okay if she skipped it."

Anna closes her eyes, trying to ignore Eliza's crying and the frustration building inside her. "She's going to be irritable for the rest of the day now."

"You go to the ceremony; I'll stay with Eliza and try to get her to sleep. I can meet you back at Bulda's for the reception."

"Els, you're not doing that. I'll put her in her mossbag for the ceremony, it should calm her down enough to put her asleep." Anna meanders away from the table towards the bed, placing her crying daughter in the middle of the mattress.

She steps away from Eliza for a moment, making her way to the armoire, her eyes scanning the contents inside. Anna grabs a red dress hanging in the corner of the armoire, taking the garment off of the hanger. She throws the dress over her arm as she opens a drawer, grabbing a pair of black tights.

Closing the walnut doors of the armoire, Anna reluctantly makes her way back to her crying daughter. Elsa sits next to the toddler, holding up Eliza's doll in an attempt to calm her. Instead, Eliza sniffles, taking the toy into her hands, tears welling in her eyes as she whimpers.

Anna slowly approaches the bed, hoping not to further agitate the small girl. Carefully she unbuttons the front of Eliza's dress, paying close attention to her daughter's expression as she slips the garment off of Eliza's shoulder.

She throws the dark green dress to the side, picking up the red dress lying next to Eliza's frame. Gently Anna lifts her daughter's arms, slipping her arms into the long sleeves of the dress, pulling with some force to get Eliza's hands past the cuffs. Anna can't help but smile a little as Eliza's head peeks out of the garment, her lip jutting out as her mother settles the dress on her body.

Anna straightens out the white-collar, smoothing it against the red fabric. She grabs the knitted tights from her daughter's side and lifts Eliza's legs to slip the garment over the toddler's feet. Picking Eliza up by her armpits, Anna rests her against her own body as Anna continues to raise the tights to just above Eliza's linen diaper.

As Eliza begins to whimper, Anna picks her up from the bed, running her hand soothingly against her daughter's back. She hopes Eliza will sleep through the ceremony and not disturb her friends’ nuptials.

Anna paces around the room with Eliza in her arms, trying her best to soothe the toddler. Twisting her body to see Elsa standing up from the bed, to find sanctuary in the loft.

A chill goes through the house, causing Anna to spin on her heel to see Kristoff standing in the doorway; the sash Anna had made him is tied around his waist, securing his white striped capote coat in place.

"Hey ma sent me over and I-" He stops, taking noticing of the stressed young mother and the wailing toddler. "What is going on?"

"Eliza didn't go down for her nap." Anna huffs, bouncing on the balls on her feet once more as the blonde man stalks towards them. He reaches out, placing his hand on Eliza's head, his palm nearly covering her crown.

"Where is her mossbag?" Kristoff asks, peering at her with slight concern. Humming, Anna looks around the cabin spotting the papoose lying on her mother's writing desk.

"It is on the desk." Anna nods towards the wooden surface, shifting Eliza to her other hip. Watching Kristoff closely as he strides across the room in moments, he grabs the mossbag from the desk, making his way back toward the dining table.

Anna rests her head against Eliza's as Kristoff places the papoose on the surface, waving for the young woman to come towards him. Furrowing her brows, she steps towards his side, her shoulder brushing against his bicep. Without another word, Kristoff takes the crying toddler into his arms.

"Alright, sweetheart." Kristoff groans as he places the 17-month-old toddler against the deer hide, securing Eliza into her mossbag. As he ties her into the papoose, Eliza’s cries begin to quiet into a whimper. Kristoff picks her up from the table, resting her over his shoulder to rub Eliza's back through the hide.

In any other situation, Anna would smile at the scene of Kristoff holding her daughter tenderly, whispering inaudibly to Eliza. But she cannot bring herself to do so, too stressed over the situation. The last thing she wanted is to carry a screaming child into the church for Marguerite's wedding.

She is surprised as Eliza's cries stop, her small body jerking violently as she begins to hiccup. Kristoff looks up at Anna with a grin as the little girl's crying ceases before handing the bundled toddler to her mother.

Anna takes Eliza, a weight lifting from her chest, as her daughter's sky blue eyes flutter shut. She mouths a thank you to the man beside her, who responds with a simple nod. Knitting her brows together, the young woman recalls Kristoff had come to their house for something.

"What was it you were here for?" She quietly asks, brushing past the young man as she walks towards the bed. Placing Eliza down on the bed, Anna turns back to face Kristoff; his thumbs tucked into his capote's pockets.

She comes to stand in front of him, peering up to meet his honey-brown gaze. Kristoff takes a step closer to her, leaving only inches between them.

"I need chairs for the gathering at Ma’s house. Can I take some?" He whispers in response. Anna smiles up at him, taking his hand into hers to squeeze his much larger hand.

"After what you just did, you can ask for anything you want." Kristoff chuckles, nodding in gratitude as he pulls his hand from Anna's. The auburn-haired woman finds herself disappointed as he walks away from her, grabbing two chairs from the table. He stacks the chairs on one another before grabbing the other set.

With each arm, Kristoff grabs the two stacks of chairs, carrying them towards the door. Anna rushes forward, slipping in front of the man to open the door for him. He smiles down at her as he walks through the threshold of the house.

"Do you need any help?" She asks her back pressing against the door as he turns to face her.

"No, it's fine. Ma is kicking the men out of the house soon; I don't want to give her any excuse to bite my head off any more than she has already."

"Kristoff…it really would be no trouble." Anna shakes her head, her cracked fingers playing with the hem of her brown apron.

"I know, but she'll get after me for bothering you or Elsa with it. It's fine, really, Anna. She's nearly thrown Louis out of the house three times for trying to play tricks on Marguerite. I feel like if anything else occurs incited by either me or him, she'll have us out on our asses in a moment."

Anna giggles, imagining Bulda chasing her two enormous sons out of the cabin with a broom or a rifle, her voice carrying down the road as she yells at her boys.

"Alright, I guess I'll see you at the church then." Anna nods, biting her lower lip as she stops her laughter. Kristoff mimics the nod, the corners of her mouth upturned as he turns his back on her, stepping off the porch with a groan.

She watches closely as the blonde man wades through the freshly fallen snow, creating large footprints in the powder. Anna enters the house with a sigh, closing the door behind her as she blinks to readjust her eyes.

February always brought the most unpredictable weather. Despite the snow that had fallen earlier that morning, the air isn't cold as it should have been. It always made this month more preferable to marry in than January.

Anna looks up as her sister moves around in the loft, which used to be the room they shared as children.

"You have to make an effort for Marguerite's wedding." She calls up to her sister. The brunette looks at the floor below with a huff, raising her arms exacerbated.

"I know!" Elsa exclaims, muttering to herself as she digs to the bottom of her chest for anything she could wear to the wedding. Giggling to herself, Anna moves forward to the bed, checking on Eliza quickly to find her daughter sleeping soundly, much to her relief.

Anna quietly stalks towards the armoire, opening the doors silently as she overlooks her clothing, debating what to wear to her friend's wedding. Her eyes come to rest on a mustard, long-sleeved dress. Smiling as she grabs it from the rack, Anna looks over the fabric for any holes or defective features.

The buttons that cascade down to the skirt are all perfectly intact, and the lace that adorned the sleeves and chest closer resembled the colour of cream rather than milk but still complimented the dress well.

Resting the garment on the back of the chair, which sits at the writing desk, Anna begins to hurriedly unbutton her blouse, pulling the cotton out of the waist of her skirt. Haphazardly the young woman tosses the shirt to the floor as her fingers make work of the buttons on the back on her brown skirt, stepping out of it as it pools around her ankles and kicks it away towards the blouse.

Left in only her bloomers and chemise, Anna shivers slightly as the cold makes contact with her skin, her nipples pebbling against the cotton of her undergarments as she grabs the dress. She unbuttons the bodice, stepping into the dress. Her breath catches as she raises it, the waist catching on her hips as she shimmies it over them.

Releasing her breath, she is relieved that she can get the garment over her now rounded hips. It hadn't occurred to the woman how carrying Eliza had changed her body, she had never had to put on a dress in this fashion since giving birth to her.

She slips her arms through the 3/4 length sleeves, adjusting the lace around the cuff, so the fabric doesn't tuck up into the sleeve. Looking down at herself, Anna finds herself sucking in her abdomen as her fingers make work of the buttons of the bodice. Only releasing her breath when the last button sitting in the middle of her chest is fastened.

Stepping away from her dirty laundry Anna makes her way to the mirror situated next to the ladder used to access the loft. A smile comes to the young woman as she regards her reflection, smoothing the lace that reaches just below her collarbone against her skin and straightening the dress's skirt.

Anna hadn't felt this elated by dressing up since the night her father had gifted her the jewelled beetle dress, the night she and Hans nearly shared a kiss.

Her toes wiggle against the wood of the floor, bringing their bareness to the young woman's attention. Without a second thought, Anna races across the room to where her chest sat, pushing the lid open to see the items she was looking for.

Grabbing the object, Anna gently places them on the ground, curling her toes as she slips her feet into the moccasins before her. She smiles, brushing her loose auburn curls behind her ears as she looks down at the white ceremonial moccasins on her feet.

As her heart pounds Anna races back to the mirror, overlooking herself again with a grin. She hadn't worn these moccasins, which once had been her favourites, since the night she and Hans had nearly kissed.

She recalls the way Sokanon's smile slipped when Anna had requested to wear European shoes, as they better suited the dress she had worn that night. Anna remembers how she had felt in that ridiculously extravagant dress, the way her heart had sored similar to now.

She can remember how Hans had smiled at her, making her heart flutter as she stumbled over the shoes.

They suit you very well.

He had told her, those emerald eyes glimmering as he peered into her soul and the warmth of his hands against her skin. She now wonders if he knew what those words meant, if his comment was meant to be kind, or if it was the beginning of him "civilizing" her.

The white beads adorning the tops of the moccasins catch her gaze, she wiggles her toes against the felt interiors, a small smile crossing her features. She brushes her fingers through her wild auburn hair, allowing the tresses to fall loosely around her shoulders.

"It has grown since we cut it." Elsa comments as she descends the ladder. Anna glances up at her sister, blinking in surprise as she sees Elsa emerging from the loft wearing a white blouse and a skirt the colour of ice, white and black ribbons adorning the bottom of the garment.

"Els…you look…wow." Anna states. Her mouth slightly agape as she stares at her sister, unable to recall the last time she has seen Elsa wear a skirt or dress of any kind.

"I hope it will be okay, it is the only thing I have that would be suitable." Elsa sighs, playing with the lace applique around the cuff of her blouse.

"It is beautiful." Anna smiles reassuringly, reaching forward to brush her fingers against the material. She had always loved ribbon skirts, desperately wanting one like her mama's as a child. But it had never happened.

"You got her to sleep?" Elsa asks, nodding towards the bed where her niece lay sleeping in her mossbag. Anna nods, shrugging.

"Actually, Kristoff managed to get her to sleep and then he stole chairs from us."

"Did he seem in a rush?" Elsa inquires, walking into the kitchen.

"I’m not sure. But from what I heard, Bulda is more than stressed and may have the men killed by the end of the day."

"God, that woman is terrifying." Elsa giggles as she opens a cupboard.

"She can be." Anna agrees as she meanders over to her sister, who pulls out a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. The brunette holds it up triumphally, raising an eyebrow at her sister questioningly.

"Do you think we have time for one?"

"I think so." Anna nods, grabbing two mugs from the counter. The youngest sister leads the elder to the front door, opening the door quietly as possible. Anna steps onto the snowless porch, crossing it as Elsa shuts the front door before joining her on the veranda's edge.

The two sisters sit on the edge, Anna's feet hovering above the snow-laden ground as Elsa's just brush the powder. Anna holds out the two tin mugs as Elsa pours an even amount of whiskey, grabbing her cup as she places the bottle down between them.

"I can't even imagine what it's like in Bulda's home right now." Elsa shakes her head as she sips from her mug.

"Me, either." Anna agrees, blowing on her whiskey as habit before sipping the burning alcohol. "Be grateful you never had to go through this process with me. Could you imagine if I had married Hans when I left for Arendelle."

The auburn-haired woman shakes her head, thinking about it now, remembering clear as day the type of wedding she wanted at seventeen. Anna would have insisted they marry in the spring, despite tradition, asked to wear a white dress as Queen Victoria did to her wedding, and nearly everyone in the community would attend. It would have been an expensive affair.

"You would have had mama, and I worked to the bone." Elsa nudges her sister with her shoulder. Anna giggles as she goes to take another sip of her whiskey, blowing on it before placing the cup against her lips, coughing as the liquid burns down her throat.

Elsa laughs as her sister's coughing. "Why do you blow on it before drinking it? It isn't going to help with the burn."

"I don't know." Anna coughs, hesitantly taking another sip.

"You're so odd." Elsa comments, causing Anna to grin widely at her sister as they both take a sip of their whiskey. Anna's ears perk up as she hears the ringing of bells and shouting. The two women look to the road, watching as Guillaume and Olaf run down the road, yelling and ringing cowbells, indicating to the community the wedding is to start soon.

"We should get going." Anna sighs, standing up from the porch. She takes the mug from Elsa, still seated on the wood. She doesn't wait for Elsa to follow her, Anna walks into the house, placing the cups on the counter.

Elsa enters the house, placing the bottle of whiskey on top of the trunk next to the door, as Anna grabs her dark grey shawl from the spot beside it. As she turns towards the door, confusion crosses over the young woman as Elsa stares at her, the brunette's brows knit together as she stares expectantly at Anna. "What? Do I have a mark on my dress already?"

"The baby."

"Shit." Anna curses, striding across the room to where her daughter lies in her mossbag, soundly asleep. Carefully Anna slips her hands under Eliza, one positioned on her bottom and the other at her shoulders.

She makes her way back to Elsa, trying to suppress her laughter as she opens the door, unable to believe her sister nearly forgot Eliza.

The two women step out of the house, Elsa following closely behind her sister. Anna giggles as she steps through the snow, trying to match the footprints left behind from Kristoff's visit to the property. She can hear Elsa behind her chuckling as Anna stretches her legs to match her friend's strides.

"I can nearly make it!" Anna defends as she hears Elsa pick up her pace behind her.

"Anna there is now a second set of footprints in the snow; you're not nearly making it." Elsa pokes her sister in the side, causing Anna to jerk slightly as they reach the road. The two Arneson sisters walk together, giggling as they make their way towards the church.

Anna bounces on her knees as they come to stand in front of the church, the crowd piling into the building, moving too slowly for the young woman’s liking. She feels a hand on her shoulder, belonging to Elsa who silently tells her sister to have some patience.

The two find a seat in the church near the front, seated a few pews away from where Bulda, Angelique and her family sat. Anna furrows her brows as she and Elsa take their seats, Eliza still bundled sleeping in her mossbag as she notices a tall young man seated next to Bulda.

Anna nudges her sister, nodding towards the man. "Who is that?"

Elsa glances around the church before realizing who her sister is referring to. "It's Louis."

"He came to the wedding?" Anna inquires, recalling Kristoff telling her that the youngest Bisset son hadn't been home in years.

"I guess. I mean it is his sister's wedding, why wouldn't he?" Elsa states. Anna's gaze is drawn away from the young man as the padding of feet echoes through the church, Guillaume and Olaf run down the aisle; their faces red from the cold weather as they sit next to their sisters in the front pew.

Movement in the corner of her eyes causes Anna to look away from the Bisset family, Sven ambling down the aisle of the church, Kristoff following close after his friend. The blonde man smiles as he passes Anna, his hand brushing against her shoulder as he continues forward.

Sven stands at the front of the church, tugging at his black vest. Unsurprisingly, he is dressed as a European man, wearing black trousers and a black jacket with a white shirt.

She glances at Kristoff noticing he wears nearly the same thing as his friend, the only different garment being the sash wrapped around his waist under his jacket.

Louis stands from the pew, leaning over as he pulls out his fiddle. Music echoes through the small white church as the priest urges the congregation to stand. With Eliza still in her arms, Anna stands from the pew, craning her head back to see Marguerite and Cliff floating down the aisle.

She had never seen Marguerite so well put together; a few strands of her chestnut hair escaping her intrinsically braided coiffure. The dress she wears is the colour of the sky in summer, decorated gaily with white flowers, lace trimming the low neckline of the bodice that laces in the back.

Anna can't help but smile as she sees her friend's expression; her tawny eyes focused on the man standing at the front of the church, smiling widely as she approaches closer. Sven and Marguerite's laughter echoes through the church as he takes her hands into his own.

They watch the ceremony in silence as the priest's words echo through the building. Anna can't help but glance at Kristoff through the service, how his eyes remain fixated on his best friend and little sister as they affirm their love and commitment to one another.

Her gaze goes back to the couple as the priest begins to wrap Sven and Marguerite in an Assomption sash in the form of the infinity symbol, the symbol of the Métis people. The priest declares the young couple husband and wife, urging the Newfoundlander to kiss his wife.

Cheering erupts through the church as Sven wastes no time capturing Marguerite's lips with his, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as he crushes his body to hers.

The commotion is enough to wake Eliza from her nap, knitting her brows in her confusion as she regains consciousness. Anna unlaces the top of the mossbag, freeing Eliza's arms from their confines. She near expects Eliza to start crying, but the toddler does not instead looking around the church curiously.

Bulda and Cliff make their way to the couple, sharing words with them as Angelique crashes into her sister. Anna watches as Kristoff looks over his family before his gaze comes to rest on the Arneson sisters.

He pushes his way through the crowd, who are making their way out of the church to receive the couple outside. Elsa and Anna both tuck their legs in towards the pew to make room for others to leave. The blonde man comes to stand in front of the sisters, smiling down as Eliza reaches out for him.

"Papa!" She shrieks loud enough for everyone in the church to hear. Anna feels slight embarrassment at the outburst, but Kristoff just laughs as he takes her into his arms.

"You’re in a much better mood than when I last saw you, moonface." He greets, smoothing a hand over her hair as she leans against his chest.

"You know you won't be able to put her down for the rest of the evening, right?" Elsa questions as she exits the pew. Kristoff chuckles, shaking his head.

"It is a risk I had to take." Kristoff responds. "Are you two coming to Ma's for the reception."

"We are, do you really think we'd pass up the opportunity for your mother's cooking?" Anna inquires as she readjusts her shawl around her shoulders.

"I thought so. Elsa, you better be bringing that whiskey." Kristoff comments, causing the brunette to wave her hand dismissively.

"I know, I'll run home to get it." She places a hand on Anna's shoulder. "I'll meet you at Bulda's."

Anna nods as her sister brushes past her. "I'll see you then!" She calls after Elsa as she weaves her way through the crowd. "Well, since you have my daughter and she has no intention of parting from you. Shall we go outside and receive your sister and your new brother-in-law."

"I guess so." Kristoff rolls his eyes, offering his arm to Anna. Looking up at him, she notices a smile cross his features as Anna takes it, allowing herself to be escorted out of the church.

Outside of the building, two crowds are gathered on both sides of the wooden walkway, waiting for the newly wedded couple to emerge from the church. Anna and Kristoff come to stand near the front of the crowd, closest to the doors.

Eliza plays with Kristoff's beard, which he kept trimmed despite the cold weather. Anna chuckles, reaching up to try to stop her daughter from tugging too hard.

"It's okay Anna, even when she tugs it doesn't hurt."

"I still feel bad, though." Anna sighs, her hand withdrawing from the daughter. The person next to Anna moves, nudging the young woman slightly and causing her to stumble. Kristoff wraps his arm around Anna's waist, holding her close to him as he smiles down at her. "You alright?"

"I am." Anna nods, expecting the man to let go of her, but he doesn't. Instead, his arm remains around her, steadying her from the rowdy crowd. Anna tries not to focus on how easily his arm wraps around her waist, how the expanse of his hand nearly covers her.

Cheers and shouts echo through the people, Anna flinches slightly as guns are shot into the sky as the couple emerges from the church.

Eliza buries her head in the crook of Kristoff's neck as the loud shots resound, the thunderous noise slightly scaring the toddler. Anna giggles, grabbing Eliza's hand and pressing a kiss to it reassuringly. The couple smiles down at the toddler, Kristoff rubbing Eliza's back as Anna strokes the back of her daughter's hand with her thumb.

The crowd follows after the newly married couple, leaving Anna and Kristoff alone at the church's front. The blonde man lets go of her, offering her his arm once more; she takes it gladly, and the young couple walk together to the Bisset home. Hardly noticing Cliff and Bulda walking a few paces behind the pair.

Anna stands against the wall of Bulda's house, her fingers brushing against the crystal of her glass as she watches people converse with one another and dance. Bulda had all of the furniture moved to the loft, creating space for people to dance, and dining chairs have been set up along the walls for the older guests to sit and rest.

Eliza, now long freed from her mossbag, has been led around by Louise, holding hands all night. The three girls are on the floor, the eldest girl twirling around the little ones as they giggle madly.

Marguerite and Sven's time has been occupied with talking to guests and offering thanks to those who attended. Angelique and Gabriel have been dancing with one another for the majority of the reception. While Bulda stands around the dining table, filled with various foods; pastries, cake, pemmican, bannock, and wild game.

Once Elsa arrived with a crate of whiskey, pulled on a sled, she had become the most popular person at the property as she carefully poured guests small amounts of whiskey through the night, drinking while she did so.

Louis and the male cousins had spent their time playing music throughout the night, the deep bass encompassing through the house while Louis kept up with his fiddling. They had started with the Red River Jig, ensuring the night would be a lively affair.

Anna slowly sips her chokecherry wine, watching the festivities occur around her with a small smile. She watches how Eliza giggles every time Louise spins her and how she plays with the edge of her dress while she bounces to the music.

"You sister is handing out something much stronger." Kristoff appears by her side, leaning against the wall holding up his glass of whiskey.

"She gave you a larger serving size, I see." Anna giggles, noticing how his glass is slightly fuller than the others. Kristoff shrugs, chuckling.

"As she's getting tipsier, she's more generous with it." Anna sputters at his comment, catching the bit of wine that dribbles out of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Well, I'll stick with the wine. Thank you very much."

"Suit yourself. Also, what is it that I've heard that you blow on your whiskey before drinking it?" Kristoff asks, grinning at the woman beside him.

"Okay." Anna huffs, smirking up at her friend as she takes note of the glimmer of mischief in his eyes. Without another word, Anna snatches the glass from his hands.

"Hey!" Kristoff exclaims as he tries to take the glass back from Anna, who shakes her head.

"You're being mean, so I've confiscated your whiskey, sir." Anna states matter of factly as Kristoff shakes his head, staring at her incredulously.

"Anna, you can't treat me like your 17-month-old daughter and take away my things when I'm mean to you."

"I can, and I have. You should learn to be nicer to me." Anna responds, taking a sip of the brown liquor to further spite the man. Kristoff crosses his arms, shaking his head as he smiles. Anna looks down at her hand, confused as her glass of wine is plucked from her grasp.

Shaking her head as Kristoff smugly smiles down at her, taking a sip of the sweet wine. He raises a brow as he swallows the liquid. "Truce?"

"Fine." Anna huffs, trading his whiskey for the wine. Looking across the room, Anna notices a group of young women standing with Marguerite, most of them staring at the two. The cousins from across the Medicine Line. "Is it just me, or is Daisy trying to encourage something over there."

"Oh no it's not just you, Ma and Sven have been making pointed remarks to me all night about dancing with a pretty young girl." Kristoff sighs, taking another sip of his whiskey.

"Should we give them what they want?" Anna asks, holding out her hand to him, expecting the young man to take it.

"I don't dance." Kristoff responds. Anna nods, leaving the subject alone but unable to keep her knee from bobbing to the music, humming along to some of the familiar tunes.

Angelique dances with Olaf now, leading her eldest son around the room before stopping, pointing at Anna and urging the 11-year-old boy towards the wall.

Anna smiles as he approaches, his ordinarily unruly hair is slicked back, and he wears a black suit for the occasion.

"Would you care to dance?" He asks, Anna suppresses the urge to laugh at his formalness. Kristoff extends his hand, taking her glass from her as she nods.

"I would love to Olaf." Anna responds, allowing herself to be led to the floor by her friend's son. Olaf awkwardly takes Anna's hand into his own sweaty palm and places the other on her waist, looking up the at the young woman helplessly with wide eyes.

"I can't dance."

Anna giggles at his frankness, nodding. "Well don't worry, I'll show you."

She leads them through the next dance, Olaf stepping on her feet through the dance. Smiling and shaking her head to assure him it is alright. Anna watches the boy stumble through as his own gaze remains fixated on their feet as they sway.

Anna does not notice the way Kristoff is staring at her as her laughter brightens up the entire room.

#kristanna #kristoff #anna #frozen #fanfic #Mistress Anna #Canadian Frontier Au #Fur Trade au

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inkribbon796 · 4 years

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Time vs Force.

Summary: Dark often attacks the heroes, but recently those attacks have been much more persistent, and sometimes repetition and careful planning is all they have.

A/N: This would have come out yesterday but I had another migraine attack and took a seven hour nap.

If the other fics in this series have been unclear: (a strong possibility because I’m the one writing it) J.J has time manipulation powers. Why? I just like the ascetic, and I had to put that kind of power into the hands of a character I trusted. Nate has music based abilities that enhance the abilities and powers of those around him, Mare’s the one who can turn it into a living music video so often enemies get buffed if he’s not careful.

Jackie was running in from a patrol, almost slamming into Nate who was rushing out of the base at full speed. The speedster had felt one of the ripples that J.J created whenever he used his powers and had come sprinting back to the base to see what was wrong. Jackie tried to say hi, but the singer just kept on going until he caught up with Roman down the street, talking with him.

The speedster walked into the lobby to find J.J with his head on the table. Jackie noticed how tired he looked. But tried not to be too worried, J.J tended to bounce between unfailing enthusiasm, and looking like he was going to drop where he stood in an endless sleep.

“Hey, Jay,” Jackie smiled. “Need some coffee?”

The silent hero held up a series of cards and motioned for Jackie to flip through them. The first card read “No.”

J.J chuckled. “Should I be worried we’ve had this conversation enough times for you to make these?”

The mute motioned again for Jack to flip to the next card. “Don’t worry about me. Go and take care of Chase, he makes bad choices today.”

“Really?” J.J looked at J.J who still had his head on the table. Trying for a joke, and to see how predictable these cards were, he asked, “Hey Jackie, what’dya get when you cross a bean with a—”

He was cut off when J.J flipped him off.

“How bad is it?” Jackie was worried, usually J.J only got this exhausted after using his powers repeatedly, and that was always a bad thing.

“Go and find Chase, we’ve got enough people at the base,” J.J repeatedly, his hands slowing down as if he was trying to enunciate every little hand motion.

“Okay, okay, call me if anything happens,” Jackie set the cards down and after watching Jackie for a bit, he headed back out to check on the rest of the city.

J.J watched him go before trying to take a short nap, which he got a couple minutes in before he was lightly shaken awake by Nate. The singer was sitting on the table, looking a bit tired.

Nate gave a wave.

The mute gave a tired sigh, pulling out his pocket watch as he reached for the cards he’d prepared. “How long do we have?”

“Host says maybe fifteen minutes,” Nate shrugged. “If we’re lucky, but he thinks it’ll be closer to ten.”

J.J had an exhausted hollow look on his face as he rubbed at his arms.

Nate let out a sympathetic sigh, “You said the park kinda worked, we could try that again?”

There was a long stretch of silence, where J.J wasn’t signing but he was clearly thinking things through. Nate let him think, trying not to think about how little time they had.

After a bit, J.J lifted his hand and sighed a simple, “No.”

“Okay, I’ll get my equipment and make that call,” Nate had other questions but he’d save it for when J.J looked less like he was going to drop into a magical coma.

Nate left a full pot of coffee on the table and gave J.J a reassuring smile before he jogged down into the hanger bay when Anxiety was standing with the Host, the two were talking.

“How we looking?” Nate asked.

Anxiety looked distressed, he was holding a couple notebook papers of notes on how to set up Nate’s equipment, “I woke up ten minutes ago and I’ve literally never done this before.”

“Anxiety has set up Nate’s equipment more than adequately,” the Host announced, he looked like he was in a clean change of bandages.

“Iplier around?” Nate asked.

“The Doctor left with Marvin,” the Host answered.

“How long did that take?” Nate was ready walking over to his guitar and checking it.

“The Host had to lie a bit to get the magician to leave,” the Host smiled. “It was cathartic for the Host to do.”

“Is Mare going to cooperate?” Nate sighed, the singer was playing a couple chords to warm up his fingers.

“Great, it’s got a nickname now?” Anxiety sounded horrified and amazed.

“Demons are touchy like that,” Nate reminded. “Real question is do you want to hang back with Host or up in front with me and Jay?”

“J.J said I was better with you,” Virgil shrugged, looking away. He was already bringing a hand up to start chewing off his fingernails again.

“You’ve got the ability to create nightmares,” Nate reminded pointedly. “I’m making an executive decision, seniority be damned, if you don’t feel comfortable then sit with Host.”

“The Host agrees that Anxiety’s sense of security around the Entity is of vital importance,” the Host agreed, breaking away from his quiet minor narrations.

Virgil breathed in and out deeply, pulling his ring finger away from his teeth. “No, I’ll do it.”

“You sure?” Nate stopped to study him for a bit. “Dark can be a scary guy when he wants to be, there’s no shame in sitting with the Host just because J.J and I are desensitized to demons.”

“You clearly haven’t met Remus,” Virgil tried to joke, standing up.

Nate chuckled a little, but whatever comeback he had was distracted by J.J coming into the hanger with a coffee mug in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other. The singer held out his hand to look at the song list, most of it in his handwriting which always surprised him every time he saw something like this. He had no recollection of writing it, ergo J.J had brought it with him during his jumps.

“Go time then,” Nate tapped it to the floor in front of him, looking at the song choice. The Host nodded and backed up to the wall of the hanger to throw up what looked like an illusion so he could give himself space to work.

Nate started playing the opening to his song, “The Wrecked and the Worried”, starting into the song as his shadow began trying to shoot back as if it was trying to leap out of his body. It hit where the Host was before shooting back towards the Host before the blind orator shot it back towards Nate, effectively locking the Phantom in place until they were done.

Nate kept singing, clearly fighting whatever grab for control the lyrical demon was trying to make before dark lines dragged down Nate’s face from his eyes. The room began to be covered with trees and lined with walls covered in doors. All three of the heroes felt their bodies charged with energy.

“Okay,” Nate called out, looking from J.J to the Host. “He’s willing to play ball but he’s testy. Let’s get this show on the road.”

J.J was doing something with his pocket watch but put it back into his pocket and made a signal towards the Host. After a second the hanger door began to lower. It was barely fully open for a couple seconds before Dark suddenly appeared.

He was looking at the invisible shield around the base, clearly. Sizing it up but not reaching up to touch it.

“Aren’t you all tired of this song and dance,” Dark sighed as if he was bored instead of — as Virgil accurately suspected — absolutely furious. “I know I am and I can’t remember all the times we’ve played this charade.”

“You’re not the only demon here,” Nate warned, always trying to strum or play something so that there was always some music playing, his magic and power energizing his allies around him.

“Oh yes, your little shadow,” Dark scoffs, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “A child even compared to Anti. A true terror, forgive my impertinence.”

Nate’s eyes darkened and he let out a hiss, Nate violently shook his head, the music stopping for a second before Nate started to pick it up again.

“I’m going to remember this next time you and Anti ask for help,” Dark threatened, his eyes traveling the room until he saw Virgil. He grinned at him, something downright evil and twisted. “Ahh, I’d heard you’d lost your mind. Too bad you don’t have that snake to protect you.”

“I don’t need him,” Virgil replied, but without a lot of the strength he had initially tried to have.

“I’m just here to take my enforcers, and be on my way, after burning this miserable place to the ground, of course,” Dark promised.

J.J waved to get Dark’s attention then held up a finger for Dark to hold on for a second before pressing the crown of his pocket watch back in, freeing some of the object from the time loop he’d been holding it into and several large flamethrowers dropped back into reality.

Dark was barely able to pull his aura up in time, mostly because being lit on fire was the last thing he expected, keeping his suit and hair from being singed. As the Host was wrapping them all up in some kind of pocket dimension. It looked like a park that should have had families, but while there were sounds of people and cars in the distance but all of that was conspicuously absent.

Nate started playing “Feel Good Inc” by the Gorillaz. J.J and Nate had been choosing music based on the type of music Dark didn’t like to begrudgingly tolerate, so they used music that Wil was more likely to listen to. Because everyone in the city knew Dark could get unnecessarily uppity about music, and Nate didn’t want to accidentally power Dark up.

“Author,” Dark called out, his tone angry and firm, his aura roiling off of him, “quit hiding behind them and face me!”

The Host’s only response was to use his narrations to summon up some sharp looking rebar poles to try and stab him with it. Dark was able to dodge it, but the message was clear.

Virgil had three pairs of spider legs sprout from his back, spider webs starting to appear from between his fingers and fingertips. It gave him a bit more mobility, and as an added bonus made him feel a bit scarier so he could be brave enough to fight Dark.

Nate’s music cut into Dark’s aura, and while it couldn’t physically harm him on its own, but it was distracting enough to let J.J and Virgil grab whatever the Host summoned in.

The mute hero would occasionally take heavier objects, displace them in time a bit, and leave them as traps to stun Dark with later on.

“You heroes are the bane of my existence,” Dark spat, clearly getting angrier. Nate was slowly transitioning to a new song, trying to keep the pressure on Dark’s aura to keep him from using the full strength of it from ripping J.J and Virgil’s heads off.

The demon had landed more than a couple blows on both of them but it wasn’t as dangerous as if Dark’s was at his full strength.

Virgil was momentarily knocked back, coughing as the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He looked down at his hands to see he had a pair of throwing daggers in his hands.

With the impulsivity 90% of the Sides were all known for, Virgil attached spider thread to the handle and threw it at Dark, almost hitting J.J but catching Dark off guard.

He nicked Dark’s arm, barely a serious injury but it served to piss Dark off even more.

Dark’s ringing became shrill after Virgil pulled the dagger back. They’d gotten him to this point last time before everything had apparently fallen apart because J.J had reset everything again. His normally coal black eyes had changed, his right was red, his left was blue. “You infuriating insect, Anti should have killed you immediately.”

The mute hero just huffed defiantly at Dark which seemed to make him angrier. J.J discreetly pressed on the crown of his pocket watch again and one of the steel rebar bars J.J had frozen appeared and stabbed Dark in the leg.

Dark screamed like a wild, furious animal, ripping the bar out and powderizing it.

“Give me my boys back, they’re mine!” Dark shouted, clearly becoming more and more upset by the second his form seemed to be splitting. “You filthy charlatans don’t get to steal them from me! They’re mine and I will keep coming back as many times as it takes so I can take them from your dead bodies!”

“Now,” the Host’s voice whispered in Virgil’s ear. “His shell is cracking.”

Virgil summoned up as much of his power as he possibly could and directed the most powerful wave of fear he could and it slammed into Dark. Either the demon was so single-mindedly furious at J.J that he either hadn’t cared about Virgil or didn’t see him.

Amplified by Nate’s musical magic, and the Host’s aura, Dark actually paused as if gripped by something.

“I got him?” Virgil realized in shock, trying to keep his fear affects going despite the fact that Dark’s aura was pushing against it, almost like another person trying to push against his pulses. “How’d I get him?”

“Anxiety should concentrate,” the Host told him. “The heroes don’t have long, the Entity is still dangerous when dazed and they will not get a second chance.”

“I’m trying,” Virgil spat.

“Let go,” Dark growled, but in that odd way that people typically did to Virgil’s illusions and not to anyone actually around them. “Let them go.”

J.J began creeping closer, trying to stay as quiet as possible, Dark’s eyes began to track around at something. The Entity let out an animalistic growl.

“I should have known you were hiding behind them,” Dark almost hissing in rage, seemingly getting angrier as he threw his aura in a random direction, almost taking Nate’s head off and slamming into his amp, the echoing of Nate’s magic diminishing and Virgil fought to keep holding the force of nature that was Dark’s aura.

Dark looked around wildly, he grabbed onto J.J who was too close to get away. “No! You don’t get to slither off again! You don’t get to take anything else from me.”

J.J grabbed onto the front of Dark’s suit jacket and as Dark’s was already starting to dig into his skin, the two just vanished.

Slowly the Host brought them out of whatever pocket dimension he’d shoved them into. The three heroes were standing in the garage again, the only damage visible was from the flamethrowers that J.J had dragged in.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Virgil asked, feeling drained now that that Dark and the threat he posed was gone. “Did we win this time?”

J.J walked back toward the base from down the street, looking like he’d been fed through a shredder.

“Jay?” Nate set down his guitar and limped over to him. “I’ll call Schneep.”

J.J raised up a hand to sign something and promptly toppled over and collapsed, almost falling onto his face. Nate was already on his phone, speed dialing Henrik, but Virgil noticed that Nate was clearly trying to fight Mare off now that Dark was gone.

“Natemare separated and escapes before more heroes arrive,” the Host narrated, Mare violently ripped away from Nate, causing the singer to scream and drop to the ground, his phone falling out of his hand. Virgil scooped it up, watching Mare race off with barely a glance at them.

Virgil didn’t understand why he was suddenly so tired and tried to communicate with Schneeplestein who was still in the base and on standby for their fight.

The Host walked over, blood was streaming from underneath his bandages, making them sag on his face. He tried to shield the sight of what his eyes — or lack thereof — looked like underneath his bandages from Virgil. “Jameson should rest, he and the heroes deserve their victory.”

“Is he dying?” Virgil panicked. “What are we going to do?”

“No, and Anxiety should still his troubled heart,” the Host tried to reassure. “All is well, for now.”

“And he’s going to keep coming back?” Virgil spat angrily.

“There is nothing that Anxiety can do to prevent the Entity from returning,” the Host reported.

“What happened in here?” Marvin gasped as Schneeplestein was running in from the base. The magician had suddenly appeared.

“Scheiße!” Henrik shouted in surprise and horror.

“A victory,” the Host was sitting on the ground, trying to shield his face from the others.

“Edvard is going to kill me,” Henrik grumbled, reaching down to help the Host up as Marvin was already trying to use his magic to lift J.J and Nate. Virgil was quick to stand up on his own. “Zeh infirmary vaits. Marvin, help me vit ze ozers.”

“Dr. Schneeplestein does not have to hold the Host’s hand, he is perfectly capable of walking,” the Host stood and dusted his face off. Then he tipped over and almost fell on his face, clearly just as drained as the other but he’d been better at hiding it.

“I vould laugh at you,” Henrik told him. “Ho’ever, Edvard vould kill me.”

As Virgil began flowing the others, Jackie closing up the garage to lock any unwanted guests out, Virgil had an uncomfortable pit in his gut. Dark would be back, and he would only get angrier. It had taken more out of them and next time he might bring help.

The anxious Side couldn’t help but worry. Things had been reasonably good for him, and he was just worried for the next time Dark would swing back around, that the Entity would be back and more dangerous than the last.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Jacksepticeye #Markiplier #Thomas Sanders #Natewantstobattle #J.J #Jameson Jackson #Anxiety Sanders #Natemare #the Host #background relationships #magic #time magic #use of music in fic #Anxiety is right Dark has plans to try again next week #it's a point of pride at this point

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racetrackhiggins · 5 years

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if you can give my cryptid hunting smallsper i will give you my first born

oh boy i really hope im right that this is smalls/sniper

“Come on, hurry up, I wanna get there before nightfall!” Smalls said excitedly, running around the motel room collecting their gear, grabbing a spirit box just in case, maybe if they couldn’t find Bigfoot, they could find a ghost!

Sniper looked over at his partner- his totally platonic hunting partner- watching with amusement as they ran around. “I’m ready to go, you’re the one still running around.

“Shut up, where’s the offering for the big boy?” Smalls asked, not even sparing him a glance.

“In the mini fridge, we didn’t want it to go bad, remember?” Sniper replied easily, putting his bag over his shoulder, adjusting the tent bag under his arm.

Smalls nodded, diving for the small fridge and opening it to get the package of meat they’d got earlier from the store. “Okay, I think that’s everything! Let’s gooooo!” they said, grabbing Sniper’s hand and dragging him out.

Sniper totally didn’t blush as he followed them, he was totally casual as he quickly made sure the door was locked behind him. Smalls danced on their feet impatiently, tugging on his hand, and finally he relented, letting the tiny person drag them off.

He put his bag and the tent in the backseat of their rental car, climbing into the driver’s seat while Smalls held onto their bags in the passenger’s side, bouncing in their seat. Sniper started the car and started driving down the road while Smalls looked out the window at the passing town.

Twenty minutes later, they were driving down dirt road, and they could see into the treeline as Sniper parked. Smalls hardly waited for the car to stop before jumping out, seeming to already be searching for the creature through the trees, pulling out their GoPro and turning it on.

Sniper watched them as he retrieved his own things. “Don’t run off by yourself like you did in that abandoned house,” he warned.

“I’m not!” Smalls huffed, although their feet were itching to move.

Sniper locked the car, putting the key in his pocket before following Smalls, who took off excitedly down the trail. Sniper followed at a slower pace, knowing that Smalls was going to wear themselves out and then be complaining the rest of the hike.

Both were quiet, listening for any odd sounds and keeping an eye out for anything, and eventually Smalls fell to Sniper’s pace, walking beside him and occasionally glancing up at him.

“Do you think we’ll see him?” Smalls asked quietly.

Sniper shrugged, “If we’re lucky, maybe, but you know the sightings are rare.”

Smalls sighed, “I know, but,” they looked down at the GoPro strapped to their chest, “it would be so cool, ya know?”

“We might see a deer?” Sniper suggested after a moment. “That would be cool too.”

Smalls pursed their lips, but after a moment, agreed. “Yeah, it would...”

“Besides, either way, it can be a fun little camping trip, right?”

“Yeah...”

Nearly an hour later, they could see the sun disappearing behind the trees.

“We should set up the tent before it gets too dark to see,” Sniper said.

Smalls nodded in agreement, picking out a nice spot for them to set up camp, setting their bag down. While Sniper opened up the bag holding the tent and started setting it up, Smalls was setting up another camera on the ground, hooking the one on his chest around a tree for a better angle.

“Snipes, can you help me get the meat up there?” Smalls asked, looking over at Sniper, holding the meat and a rope.

“Yeah, you wanna slide those poles in for me while I do?” Sniper asked.

Smalls nodded, trading off with him.

Sniper threw the rope over one of the branches a little ways from their tent, managing to hook it over and shake the other side down. He tied the meat to the end he was holding, shaking the rope until he could reach the other side and bring the meat up into the air, high enough that most creatures couldn’t get to it, but perhaps a Squatch could. He tied the empty end around the base by the camera, then looked over where Smalls was bringing the tent up.

“There we go, now we’re ready for a night of... waiting, really,” Smalls said.

Sniper nodded, coming back over and opening his bag, revealing that he’d brought things to make smores.

Smalls gasped, “I love you so much!”

Sniper knew they said it jokingly, but still his heart skipped a beat, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Set up the sleeping bags, I’ll start the fire.”

Smalls giggled, unzipping the small tent and going inside, bringing the two sleeping bags with them. Sniper began collecting twigs and rocks, setting the rocks in a circle around the small teepee. He struck a match onto a couple slips of newspaper he used as kindling, and soon there was a small fire. Smalls came back out and sat crisscross beside him, grabbing the marshmallows.

“Did ya bring the-” Smalls started, cut off by a nod beside them, where two half wire hangers bent into roasting sticks were laying. “Nice~”

They fell into a comfortable silence as they began roasting marshmallows over the fire, enjoying the melty chocolate over it.

“What time is it?” Smalls asked sleepily, already tucked into their sleeping bag.

Sniper looked up from his book that he was reading by flashlight, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “Almost 2:30,” he said.

Smalls sighed, rolling onto their side. “Maybe I’ll just... take a nap...”

“I’ll let you know if something-” Sniper stopped, hearing something outside their tent. “What... was that...?” he asked slowly, moving out of his sleeping bag and reaching for the switchblade in his bag as something plodded closer; it sounded big.

Smalls was wide awake now, reaching for the other flashlight and sitting up.

Sniper slowly and quietly unzipped the tent as he heard heavy grunts and breaths. Oh fuck, okay. That... that was a bear reaching for the meat. He put his finger to his lips, turning to Smalls’ wide eyes, shaking his head. “Bear,” he whispered.

“What do we do?” Smalls asked, still wide-eyed as they tried to look through the small opening.

“Stay quiet for now, and hope it goes away...” Sniper murmured.

It didn’t seem like it was, they both individually realized after nearly ten minutes of tense silence, watching it. Sniper began unzipping the tent a little more.

“What are you doing??” Smalls asked incredulously, trying to pull his arm back.

“Gonna try and scare it off,” Sniper whispered back.

Smalls watched worriedly, letting go of his arm as Sniper crawled out of the tent and grabbed a branch before standing up and banging it on the ground.

“Get outta here, ya fuzzy bitch!” Sniper shouted, startling the bear.

Smalls blinked as it actually worked, and the large creature ran off away from them. They giggled in disbelief as Sniper tossed the branch aside and brushed off his hands before climbing back inside. “There.”

“My hero~” Smalls grinned.

“Shut up, ‘your hero’ just called a bear a fuzzy bitch,” Sniper laughed as he zipped the tent back up and laid back down.

“Your fave is problematic: calls bears fuzzy bitches to their faces,” Smalls laughed, calming down a little as they got back into their sleeping bag. “At least I know I’m safe with you.”

Sniper glanced over at Smalls. “You’re always safe with me. When haven’t I been there to protect you? Or the other way around?” He looked away, his voice softer than intended, “We look out for each other, it’s just what we do.”

Smalls looked at him for another moment, before taking his hand and squeezing it. “Yeah...”

Sniper looked at their hands, and neither of them said anything about it as he intertwined their fingers. And neither of them moved their hands away.

The next morning, they still didn’t say anything when their hands were still intertwined as they woke up. They simply pulled their hands away with a small blush, going to get their things packed up.

By the time they left the forest and were heading back to the motel, they hadn’t found their cryptid. But they had a great story... and maybe the start of something else too.

#newsies #smalls newsies #sniper newsies #smallsper #richie writes #albert-eats-cookie-cake

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maxvanna · 5 years

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PART ONE OF A NEWSIE FIC OOPS

(Jack POV)

The strike is over.

Finch never thought it was going to end--at least, not while Pulitzer sat at the head of the table. It took us days to even convince him to stop selling the paper. When he finally agreed, the strike was in its final days; he was there at the center of it all when it ended.

The day after the rally, we do something we’ve never really done before: we clean the Lodge. Hair, dead insects and rodents, strange sticky stuff on the walls--some of it, we’re sure, is from prehistoric times. But Katherine’s coming to help too, and we want to impress her. So we try our hardest.

“Jack,” says a voice at my elbow, “how long is this gonna take?”

“As long as it needs to, Les.” I keep scrubbing the wood of the bunks.

“But I’m tired and it’s lunchtime. Can’t we go down to Jacobi’s or something?”

I stop to glare down at him. “Say, pal. Do you see your brother over there?” I point to the opposite end of the room, where Crutchie and Davey are hard at work cleaning the sinks.

“Yeah.”

“You know how hard Dave works for this place?” I ask. “Go help him. Don’t bug me.”

Les’s little face tells me he thinks I’m in a sour mood. Maybe I am. But if Katherine comes in here to grade our work and she thinks the whole place is raggedy, we’ve all failed her in our own little ways.

Race is working next to me. He pulls open Albert’s trunk and waves a hand in front of his nose.

“Oy!” he says. “What are you keeping in here, Alby?”

“Uh,” Albert responds from the bathroom, where he scrubs the tub, “nothin’ much. Why?”

“Jesus, smells bad.” I watch in half-hearted interest as Race digs through the contents of the trunk.

“Are you goin’ through my stuff?” Albert gripes.

Race finally groans and uses two fingers to pull out a fish from in between two pairs of Albert’s slacks.

I sigh. “All right,” I announce to the entire room. “Who wants to fess up?”

Nobody says a word. So I pick a name and spew it.

“Henry!” I watch as Henry turns to face me. “You got an explanation?”

Henry shakes his head and goes back to sweeping. Race kicks the fish in his direction.

I’m about to blame somebody else--Buttons, maybe--but then a bright, happy voice says from the stairs: “Afternoon, gents!”

I watch as Katherine appears in the doorway, hoisting a crate of stuff. She sets it down by the bannister and analyzes the room.

“Look at these little mugs,” she says. “Wow! You guys really are cleaning up.” She runs a finger along Elmer’s bunk’s ladder. She raises her eyebrows when she sees no dust. “I’m impressed. Now...what is this?” She gestures to the whole room.

Race gestures to the fish. Katherine looks like she understands.

“I’m no person to point fingers,” she says, “but...Specs.”

“What?” Specs pipes up from his bunk. “No.”

We all turn to look at him. Specs never does much crazy stuff, but when he does, it’s almost always stuff like this. It hadn’t occurred to me before Katherine staked the claim.

“Okay, so maybe it was me.” Specs turns upside down and lets his head hang in front of Elmer.

“God.” Davey pokes the fish with a broom. “Uh...how old is that thing?”

Specs shrugs. “Few days.”

“Ewwww,” Elmer says.

“Throw it out,” I say. “Back to work!”

Together Specs and Henry somehow evade my watchful eye and dump the fish out the window, right down onto some poor man’s head. Katherine opens her crate to show us some things to spruce up the place: a little scent, a vase of flowers (which Crutchie hordes almost immediately), and a birthday present for Race--a new tin case, perfect for holding three or four cigars.

“Shucks,” Race says. He studies it. It reads HIGGINS in the bottom corner. “So this is what ya do with all that Pulitzer money, huh?”

“Oh, stop.” Katherine tosses a couple things to Romeo before disappearing into the bathroom to help Albert.

Hours pass. We clean: we scrape, we scrub, we sweep. It isn’t long before, one by one, the boys lose their energy and decide to take a nap instead.

Of course Elmer drops first.

“I thought we were going to Jacobi’s once we finished,” Les whines. He pulls on Davey’s sleeve.

Davey stops walking to the bunk to roll his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you?” he asks. “It’s Mister Jacobi. And by now I’m sure he’s closed up.”

Les glances at the clock. “It’s only four-thirty!”

“Yeah, exactly.” Davey starts heading down the stairs. “And the folks will be waiting. So hurry up.”

He disappears down the stairs. Les groans and trudges off to follow him.

“So, Race.” Albert slumps against his clothing trunk and looks up to watch Race, who is pacing the floor with a cigar. “What are you gonna do later tonight? Got any big plans with...Emma?”

The rest of the boys snicker. Race has always claimed to escape to Brooklyn almost every week to have a special date with his girlfriend--Emma--but no one has ever believed him. The most common rumor is that Race is either selling something illegally or he’s in love with Spot Conlon.

Race’s cheeks color as he holds his cigar--gingerly, between two fingers. “For your information, yes, I do have plans with Emma,” he says. “I have quite a few plans with Emma. Emma and I? We are going out on the town tonight, Alby. Have you ever heard of doing that with somebody? I bet not. We’re gonna go down and have dinner…”

“Romantic,” Crutchie sighs from his own bunk. “Wish I had somebody that would do those things for me too…”

I watch as his eyes trail off to the stairwell, where Davey disappeared moments before. Of course the air between the two of them has been interesting lately.

“Anyway,” Race says, breaking the awkward wishy-washy silence, “after that, I’m gonna come back here and sleep. Ever heard of sleep, Alby? Huh?”

Albert rolls his eyes. “Be careful spouting so much information. Else I might tag along tonight.”

Race wheels on him suddenly, jabbing his cigar in his direction. “Nuh-uh, you will do no such thing.”

“Why not?” Albert objects. “You hidin’ something or are you planning to get freaky?”

Race rolls his eyes and turns away. He sticks the cigar back in between his teeth. “Don’t come along. Emma’s--uh...Emma’s sister just died. Dysenteruh.”

“Dysentery,” Crutchie corrects. “And ew.”

“Whatever. She was seb’m. And I wanted to take Emma outta the house, let her see the city a little bit.”

Romeo clucks from Jojo’s bunk. I haven’t heard from him all afternoon. “Yeah, that’s right,” Romeo says. He blows a kiss at Race. “Because if my sister died from dysenterwhatever, the first thing I would want to do--it would be to see the stinkin’ streets of New York. Romanticism!”

“Alright, well, what do you know about romance?” Race asks. “Katherine never says yes to none of your proposals.”

“Because the best engagement ring I can fashion is out of a clothing hanger,” Romeo says. He yawns and continues. “Tell you what you hafta do. Take her down to the Jacobs’ place. Up on the rooftop? God, the image’ll never fade outta her head. And you hafta lead her down to the racks of clothes they keep up there…nice and hidden.”

“Stop right there.” Race sits next to Albert and shoos him away. “I’m not doing any of that. It’s just gonna be a simple sorta evening. I’m s’posed to be over there at seven.” He leans his head back against the clothing trunk. “Means I can afford to sleep for a while. Fellas, one of you’s gonna wake me up when it comes time, right?”

“I don’t know, are we?” I ask. Suddenly I feel the need to chime in.

Race groans. “You people are horrible. Fine, I won’t nap.” He glances over to Elmer, who is fast asleep. “Okay, so he gets to nap and I don’t?”

“No, it’s ‘cause you got a date, and Elmer don’t,” Albert says with a cackle.

After nearly three hours of lazy conversation and lying around, Race bounces up and starts to head downstairs. We hear the door shut behind him.

Albert sits up from his bunk and looks at me. “Uh. Jack. Normally I wouldn’t say nothin’, but don’t you think that this date is a little weird?”

“Oh. Well, I don’t know. Why?”

Albert shrugs. “He never wants to tell us anything about Emma. Now he’s spewin’ her life story to us.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, Alby.”

Albert sighs and leans back. “Fine. Just let him go and break the gal’s heart, if it’s a gal at all.”

“I’m almost a hundred percent sure it’s a gal, Albert.”

“I am not!” Albert sits up.

“Mrrh,” Elmer murmurs from the other side of the room. “Shut up, tryna sleep.”

Now Albert grabs one of Davey’s jackets and pulls it on. “Screw it. I’m gonna follow him.”

“You are not,” I say with a yawn. “Put Dave’s jacket back where you found it and go to sleep, kid.”

“Uh-uh.” Albert grabs his hat and starts down the stairs. “I’m gonna ask for Katherine to come with me. And to bring her camera; she’s gonna wanna snap a picture of Race’s old gal!”

“Albert!” I exclaim, nearly falling off my bunk. He’s already halfway out the door, and so I can do no thing but follow him.

Soon, as we wander down the street, I forget all about dragging Albert back to the alleyhouse with me. Now I’m much more curious to hear the truth: about Emma, if she even exists.

Albert and I take our time crossing to Brooklyn, but after a while we decide to speed up so we don’t lose too much light. As soon as we make it past the Brooklyn Bridge, Albert begins to squint into different directions.

“If I were Race, and I had me a date,” he says, “where would I wanna take her?”

I glance down the street in front of us and nudge him. “Hey. It’s Frankie’s. That’s Spot’s favorite place.”

Albert nods fervently. “Worth a shot. Let’s go.”

We walk in and immediately the smell of paprika attacks us out of nowhere. It’s hot, almost visibly steamy. It’s a sea of newsboys all drinking and giggling together.

Albert rubs his hands together. “It’s a hotspot, just like Spot said.” He scans the room and his face lights up in victory. “There’s Race!”

I follow his gaze to see Spot and Race talking at a table in the corner. And Race looks happy, bashful, blushing--a way I’ve never seen him look before. He’s not even being obnoxious by chewing on a cigar. No, instead he and Spot are laughing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Spot laugh.

Albert grabs my arm and suddenly pulls me outside. We duck into the alley.

“What was that for?” I demand.

Albert shushes me. “Don’t you think it’d fare us a little better to be inconspicuous?”

“Hey, Albo, that’s a nice big word. Where’d you learn it from?”

He glares at me and peers around the corner. “Let’s talk about what we just saw. I, for one, didn’t care much for it.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No!” Albert wheels on me. “I just--Jack, it’s Spot Conlon. Nothing good can come from that guy.”

“Says who? He saved our asses during the strike, as you recall.”

“Ugh!” a lighter, more feminine voice shrieks from our alley. It makes us both jump. “Would you two stop gripin’ and watch those two? They’re basically flirtin’!”

She comes into the light. Albert puts a hand to his heart.

“Christ, Smalls,” he grumps. “Is it really so hard just to come say hi?”

Smalls shrugs and hangs off of the lamppost like a koala. “I could...but where’s the fun in that?”

“Would you get out of the light? Race’s gonna see you.”

Together we use the blindspot of the alley to look into the restaurant again. Race and Spot are having the most fun I’ve ever seen either one of them have.

“Told you there was no Emma,” Albert murmurs.

(PART TWO COMING SOON PERHAPS????)

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 7 years

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Promise Me

Not my Gif

Bodhi Rook x Reader, Gender Neutral, Established Relationship, Post-Canon

AO3 Link/ Support Me on Ko-fi

Summary: Bodhi wakes up from a nightmare and you go to comfort him.

A/N: This is not a request, but I had to get it out of my system. I’ve been in an angsty mood and I need more Bodhi in my life.

Word Count: 2.0 K

A cold shiver ran up your spine, waking you up from a dreamless sleep. You half opened your eyes and rolled over, reaching out for a warm body, only to be met with sheets and blankets. You opened your eyes fully. The side of the bed normally occupied by your boyfriend, Bodhi, was completely empty.

You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around the room. The small desk in the corner was empty and there was no light coming from the bathroom. Glancing at the small dresser across from the bed you saw it was open, and Bodhi’s jacket was gone. It didn’t take you long to put two and two together. As quietly as you could, you got dressed, and walked out of your room down the ship’s hallway.

It had been over a year since the battle of Yavin and the rebel alliance was on the move. The Empire was quick to retaliate after the destruction of the Death Star and it was necessary to evacuate the forest moon. You had been bouncing around the outer rim ever since, never being able to stay in one place for more than a few months. There had been rumors the high command had settled on a more secure location, but they were just rumors.

You just hoped it wasn’t some place like Jakku. You never could stand the heat. On the other hand, you knew the planet of Hoth had been tossed around a few times. You didn’t much like the idea of the ice planet either, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

You reached the elevator and punched in the hanger level.

You had met Bodhi after he had been awarded a medal for bravery along with the rest of the Rogue One crew after the Battle of Scarif. He had been shy and tended to ramble when he was nervous, but he quickly won you over. He was kind, determined, and more than earned the medal he so often tucked out of sight. The fact that he was easy on the eyes was just an added bonus.

He expressed an interested in becoming an X-Wing pilot early on, which you were more than happy to assist him in. You and Wedge were the one of the few remaining Red Squadron pilots left and needed every man you could get. He had admitted failing the flight test in the Imperial Academy, but with your coaching, he passed his test with flying colors.

He truly was brilliant, even if he never could admit it. On the ground, he was still as gentle and slightly awkward as ever, but once he was in the air, all his anxiety melt away. It was just him and the stars.

You could appreciate the feeling. Every pilot felt it, but you had never seen it with as much intensity as you did in Bodhi. It was probably one of the growing list of reasons why you fell in love with him.

The elevator doors slid open as you entered the hanger bay. To your slight surprise, Bodhi wasn’t beside his X-Wing. Just to your right a little way down the hanger, you saw a light coming from one of the U-Wings.

It didn’t need repair work. The ship hadn’t even been close to a battle in almost a month. Most of the missions had little more than flybys marking imperial trade routes and Stormtrooper stations. But after all this time, you knew tinkering was the only thing that could give him comfort.

You cautiously walked towards the ship and into the cargo hold. Inside, you saw Bodhi working on some of the wiring of the radio.

“Bodhi?”

His head whipped to you, clearly surprised by you being there.

“Y/N, what are you doing up?”

“Same as you,” you said. “Couldn’t sleep.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. You did have trouble sleeping without him next to you.

“What are you working on?” you asked.

Bodhi turned back to the mess of wires in front of him.

“Cassian mentioned he and Jyn might be put on assignment soon,” he said. “They had a small flutter in the communications last time. I just wanted to make sure it’s all working.”

You nodded your head in understanding.

“Do you need help?”

He shook his head.

“No, no I got it. You should really go back to bed. I’m fine here.”

“Well, I’m not going to sleep either way,” you said, shrugged. “I’d rather just stay here anyway if you don’t mind.”

Bodhi looked at you and back to the wires. His eyes flickered cross the consul, not thinking about what was in front of him. He then pulled out one of the tools and held it out.

You smiled softly and took the tool from his outstretched hand.

The pair of you worked in silence with Bodhi only once correcting you on where to put one of the wires. There wasn’t really anything wrong with the console. One or two wires were starting to get loose, but nothing a bit of electric tape couldn’t fix. You occasionally glanced at Bodhi to see him fully concentrated in his work.

You had a good idea of what it was that woke him. When you had first started sharing a bed, it became very apparent that sleep often evaded him. With most memories you could hold him close and he would fall back asleep in your arms, but Scarif always prompted action.

Soon enough Bodhi seemed satisfied with his inspection and put all the component parts back in their proper place. You had hoped that completing his task would relax him, but he remained in place staring at nothing in particular.

You stood beside him and took his hand in yours.

“Are you ready to come to bed?”

Bodhi shook his head in a silent no.

“Do you want me to leave?”

He looked at you then and squeezed your hand gently.

“No.”

You nodded your head and leading him towards the cargo bay. You sat down on of the seats, pulling him down next to you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, keeping your hands intertwined between you.

You didn’t disturb the silence for a long while, allowing the low hum of the ships engines to fill the void as Bodhi rubbed absent-minded circles into your hand.

“It wasn’t Scarif,” he said, quietly.

You glanced up at him, surprised, but you quickly pushed it aside.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you said, nuzzling your head into his shoulder.

He shook his head as his gaze drifted down towards his lap and his grip on your hand tightened.

“It wasn’t a memory at all,” he said, his voice sounding tired with emotions. “You were on the mission with us. I couldn’t remember why. We needed help. I tried to get the message through, but it wasn’t working. I saw them all…”

He paused, taking a gulp of breath, but he didn’t need to say it. His eyes and silence said enough.

“You were right next to me,” he said, choking on the words. “I kept thinking it would be alright, because you were right next to me. And then you weren’t.”

His breath stuttered as one does when holding back tears. With your free hand, you cupped his cheek turning his head to look at you.

His eyes were glassy with tears you knew he was trying not to let fall. He wanted to be brave for you, but at the moment, his fear was over powering him.

Without a second thought, you pressed your lips to his kissing him deeply. You needed him to know you loved him. There was no shame in showing fear, because you were just as afraid of losing him as he was of losing you.

Bodhi kissed you back immediately. His free hand quickly wound its way into your hair pulling you close while the hand holding yours slipped from your grip and moved to the small of your back. With a gentle push, he guided you onto his lap so you were straddling him.

His lips pulled away from yours only to make a trail across your cheek and down your neck kissing and breathing you in as he went. His arms warped around you holding you to him as his hands roamed your back.

You let out a low moan when he finally settled in the crook on your neck, biting and sucking desperately at the skin. You knew you were going have to cover up the bruises in the morning, but you didn’t care. Bodhi needed you and you needed him.

You curled one hand into his hair, while the other clung onto the base of his neck, holding him close while still giving him all of the control.

Bodhi groaned as your fingers tugged his hair before he detached himself from the base of your neck. You let out a frustrated sigh to be quickly replaced by a small whimper as he traced his lips across your collar. You tried to keep your breathing in check, but couldn’t prevent an involuntary gasp from escaping you when he placed a loving kiss on the center of your throat. You swallowed hard as he continued his trail only stopping when he reached on the other side. He immediately assaulted the nap of your neck, kissing and biting and marking you as fervently as before.

“I love you Y/N,” he whispered against your skin. “I love you.”

“Bodhi,” you cried softly.

He didn’t stop, kissing his way back up your neck and across your face until he claimed your lips once more. You kissed him back, tugging at his hair as you parted your mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Bodhi obliged, slipping in his tongue with quiet moan. You breathed a sigh of pleasure as he explored your mouth, savoring every bit of you as if at any moment you would disappear. To your frustration, he pulled away leaving you both panting for air.

“Don’t die,” he pleaded, breathing hard against your lips. “Promise me. You have to promise me you won’t ever die.”

You wanted to lie to him. You wanted to tell him that he was never going to lose you, that nothing in the universe could take you away from him. Despite how desperately you wanted to tell him everything was going to be alright, you shook your head.

“I can’t,” you said, gently. “No one can.”

You opened your eyes to see Bodhi staring into yours. He looked so lost. He searched your eyes as if somehow that would give him the answer he wanted instead of what he knew to be the truth. But he couldn’t find it.

He bowed his head, his body beginning to shake as the tears he had been holding back began to spill down his cheeks.

You felt your throat tighten at the sight as you pulled Bodhi to you, guiding his head to rest on your shoulder. He didn’t fight you. You felt his tears stain your shirt as you rubbed reassuring circles into his back.

“I love you,” you whispered. “I love you so much.”

He didn’t answer. His arms wrapped tightly around you and his fingers dug almost painfully into your skin.

“I can’t promise I won’t die,” you continued. “I can only promise that I won’t die without saying goodbye first. And I promise that death will be the only thing that will take me away from you.”

Again, he didn’t say anything. He kept his hold on you, but his breath began to even out.

You lowered your head to rest in the crook on his neck, holding him as desperately as he held you.

“I love you Bodhi,” you said. “I’m not going anywhere. Not for a long time.”

“Do you promise?” he asked, his voice strained from crying.

“I promise,” you said, meaning it with all of your heart.

The pair of you didn’t go back to your room. You spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, comforted by gentle kisses, light touches, and quiet promises. Neither of you were going anywhere.

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pen-masta · 6 years

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Malicious Mental Part 7

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Castel smiles as he bounces his niece on his good knee, she giggles holding onto his hand as he jolts up and down. Having his family here has been actually really rather nice. His brothers came with their families and Joy’s sisters came with theirs. It’s almost like Thanksgiving but in the summer, Joy helps his and her moms cook up huge meals to feed everyone while he plays with his nieces and nephews. His brothers and her sisters chat all day long while their dads take care of some work around the house and with the cars. It’s a very warm and welcoming atmosphere that he hopes never leaves.

“Alright Skylar,” Eliza smiles taking her daughter off of Castel’s knee. “Come on little one it’s time for a nap.”

Skylar whines loudly and reaches out towards Castel making grabby hands. He chuckles.

“I’ll be here when you wake up,” he assures her.

The baby whines as her mom takes her up stairs to the guest room to lay down. Joy smiles and takes a seat next to Castel, he smiles at her and gingerly puts his arm around her–which is kind of strange considering he can’t fully straighten his arm quite yet.

She hugs him and looks up at him, ��She loves you.”

“I guess,” he chuckles. “She’s only one I highly doubt she’s decided what family members she likes and dislikes.”

Joy shakes her head, “No I can tell she loves you.”

He shrugs and decides to not fight her on this, “Alright.”

“You should shower before dinner,” Joy tells him pulling at only of his curls. “Your hair is kind of greasy.”

He chuckles and nods, “Alright I will.”

“When you’re done just leave the door open and I’ll be in to help with your hair and change your bandages.”

He nods, “Sounds good.”

“I’m gonna go finish helping your mom set the table,” she stands up. “You need anything?”

He shakes his head, “Not at the moment.”

“Oki doki,” she smiles and skips off to the kitchen.

Castel smiles watching her walk out, his eyes not leaving her for a second.

“Help with your hair?” A voice behind him asks and he jumps.

He turns to see his brothers smiling down at him and he relaxes.

“Geez you scared me half to death,” Castel sighs and smiles at them as they each sit on either side of him.

“Sorry bro,” Zack chuckles.

“So what did she mean help you with your hair?” Mikey asks smirking at his kid brother.

Castel’s cheek are instantly red, “Um…well…I-I can’t really lift my arms too much to wash my hair…so…”

“But if you’re able to take showers now,” Zack smiles, “shouldn’t you be able to wash your own hair?”

Castel’s face is on fire and he swallows hard, “Well…I-I can’t.”

“I think you’re lying,” Mikey teases. “If based on nothing else other than that dopey grin you just had watching Joy leave, I’d say you enjoy having her wash your hair.”

Castel fidgets in his seat, “I do not in fact I hate having to ask her for help.”

“Sure,” Zack rolls his eyes. “You keep telling yourself that Tiger.”

“I’m not judging,” Mikey smiles and shrugs. “I think it’s rather sweet that you like it.”

“I don’t like it,” Castel says defensively.

“Then why don’t you tell her you can do it yourself?” Zack asks quirking a brow

Castel huffs out a sharp sigh, “Did you two come here just to mock me?”

Mikey’s eyes soften, “Not at all we really wanted to see how you were feeling.”

“Yeah dude you nearly died,” Zack says putting his hand on his baby brother’s head. “The thought of no longer having you here is terrifying.”

“We’re so thankful that you’re still here with us Cassie,” Mikey says and kisses Castel’s head.

Castel smiles feeling the embarrassment leaving his body, hearing the love and sincerity in their voices. But then they both smile teasingly.

“But the teasing part is just a bonus,” Zack chuckles and pokes Castel’s side earning a very boyish squeak out of the younger male, which then follows a very childish whine.

His brothers both laugh and Mikey ruffles his curls.

“We’re just messing with Cassie,” Mikey smiles and Castel pushes his hand away sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“So how are you feeling?” Zack asks

“Better than I have been,” Castel says and relaxes into the couch. “My physical, mental, and emotional state have all been pretty normal.”

“That’s good to hear,” Mikey smiles. “Is the therapist helping?”

He nods, “Yeah…I think it’s only helping cause I’m not alone though.”

“You mean that Joy’s there in the session,” Zack says and Castel nods.

“Yeah…she makes it a little easier to stay calm,” Castel says and rubs the back of his neck.

“Is she a good nurse?” Mikey smiles nudging Castel.

Castel smirks, “Yes she is. She’s very diligent and helpful.”

“And you like playing doctor,” Zack chuckles as Castel’s cheeks turn red.

“I am thankful for her help,” Castel says very matter-of-factly.

“Uhuh,” Mikey says and he and Zack share a knowing grin.

“You know I’ve really rather enjoyed the peace and quiet that’s filled the house since you two have moved out.” Castel snubs

“Really now?” Zack laughs, “You think you’re in a safe position to make a statement like that little brother?”

“I think you’ve forgotten what happens when you make comments like that,” Mikey grins and looms over his brother.

Castel’s eyes widen and he tries to back track, “No, no I remember very well.”

“Perhaps you need a refresher,” Zack chuckles.

Castel reaches for his crutch to get up and run…hobble away from his brothers, but Mikey kicks the crutch away pinning the youngest of the Cubs to the couch.

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Haley smiles and bumps her hip into Joy’s

“So small fry,” Haley says, “you enjoying playing Clara Barton?”

Joy’s cheeks turn pink slightly but she smiles.

“If you are speaking in reference to me taking care of Castel then yes,” Joy says as she dices the tomatoes.

Tina giggles, “So you like taking care of him?”

“Well yeah,” Joy says ignoring her increasing blush. “It makes me feel better about what happened.”

Her three sisters all share a look.

“Short stack,” Taylor says and puts her hand on Joy’s shoulder. “You…you don’t still think what happened is your fault…do you?”

Joy stops cutting but still stares down at her hands.

“Not really…but maybe a teeny tiny small part of it…was?”

Taylor gentle takes the knife from her baby sister’s hands and sets it down. “Joy,” she says. “Please don’t lecture me again,” Joy sighs. “Cassie and I have talked like…I know it’s not like anyone blames me…but really if I hadn’t said yes to Hayden this whole thing would have never happened.”

“Joy,” Haley sighs

“It’s fine,” Joy smiles at her sisters. “It really is, I’m moving on it’s just gonna…take some time is all.”

Tina smiles sadly at her before wrapping her in a hug, “Alright we’ll drop it.”

Joy smiles and hugs her back, “Thank you.”

“Besides it’s not like Hayden can hurt you two anymore,” Taylor grins.

“If he did I think Cassie would kill him,” Haley giggles.

“No way!” Tina laughs.

“Ya’ll have never seen Cassie in a rage,” Joy laughs. “He’s scary.”

“I believe it,” Taylor nods. “It’s always the sweet dorks that turn into the Hulk when you push the right buttons.”

The four giggle as a shriek comes from the living room.

“Was that Cassie?” Tina asks and Joy nearly trips over her feet running out to see what’s going on.

But she sighs in relief hearing the shriek is followed by laughter as Castel’s brothers take advantage of his inability to move to take the time to torment him. Joy smiles happy to see that Castel is alright and making up for some long overdue bonding time with his brothers.

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Castel smiles as he finishes washing himself in the shower. It takes a lot of energy and strength to stand up and wash himself, but he’s happy he’s able to manage it again. He stands in the hot water for a moment staring at his shampoo. He could lift his one arm enough to scrub his hair and stand all at once as long as he leaned against the shower wall. He could do it himself, he didn’t really need Joy to wash his hair for him anymore.

…But he wants her to.

He feels a little bit of shame in having her wash his hair when he is perfectly capable of doing it himself. He blames it on the fear of slipping and losing his balance, but really he secretly enjoys it. He shouldn’t enjoy it, but he does it feels good to have her massaging his scalp. And really, it’s not even the fact that it feels good, but more of an excuse to be close to her without it seeming awkward or out of place.

Feeling embarrassed he shuts the water off and takes his towel from the hanger. Carefully he dries himself and wraps the towel around his waist before taking a shaky step out of the tub. He’s able to stand on his own for all of five seconds before his knees start to shake and he quickly sticks the crutch under his arm, leaning his weight off of his wounded leg. Hobbling to the sink he takes the foldable stool out from the cabinet and places it in the tub. Huffing a little from the exertion all the movement is taking him he opens the door just as Joy instructed and takes a seat on the stool.

He sits there for a moment or two trying to catch his breath; playing with his nieces, nephews, and his brothers has been quite the workout on his lungs. Joy walks in a half a second after he sits and smiles at him.

“You good?” She asks as she takes her spot behind him

“Yeah,” he smiles at her still panting.

“We need to still do your exercises,” Joy says squeezing some shampoo into her hands. “You’ve been doing well, but the only way you’re going to get back to a healthy norm is if you keep practicing.”

“I know,” he nods.

She smiles and begins scrubbing his wet curls. Her eyes soften as she watches him relax back against her. His eyes close, his lips fall into a lazy grin, and he lets out a very satisfying hum of contentment. She’s positive he’s reached a point in his recovery to where he could take care of his hair himself, but she likes to think that he enjoys this little moment with her. Castel isn’t that willing to ask for things he likes, often feeling a bit embarrassed to ask for some sort of affection, so she’s more than happy to oblige in giving him this little bit of pleasure. And she’s positive if he really didn’t like it he would have stopped her by now. Of course, she will never call him on it knowing he’ll shrink away and never ask for it ever again, and she doesn’t want that.

If she’s being honest she rather enjoys their hair washing ritual as well. How could she not? He looks so cute this way, leaning back against her. She loves that she’s able to relax him this much, especially after everything he’s been through. She smiles lovingly as the suds form in his mop of curls, she tries hard to make this moment last as long as she possibly can. But all good things must come to an end, and soon she’s rinsing the suds out of his hair and tossing a dry towel onto his head.

He chuckles a little as she towel dries his hair, and she smiles at how wild his curls look as the damp follicles stand up in all directions looking as though he was just struck by lightning. She’s happy she can be here for him, not because she still feels responsible for the accident but because he deserves it. He deserves to have her attention, to have her help as he needs it. God knows he’s always freely giving his time and attention to her. As she grabs the comb off the counter and begins to try and wrangle in his curls she remembers several times when he’s been there for her. There were several nights after bad break ups when he stayed up with her as she cried. There were several sacrifices he’s made for her as they grew up from letting her take his swing on the playground to giving up his ticket to the music festival that she couldn’t go to cause she was sick, just to keep her company while she was ill. Her heart swells as she reflects on every single moment of her life where he was there for her when she needed him—there are too many to count and she feels so unworthy of that treatment. After the way she’s treated him, ignored how he felt, how her choices affected him…

And suddenly a very vivid memory floods her mind. It was something that had happened several months back before she had even met Hayden. She was dating this big football jock Bruce, they had been going steady for about four months and everything had been going fine. Bruce was extremely popular and had tons of friends, which meant he got invited to a lot of parties. Which meant Joy got invited to a lot of parties. Parties that were not the popcorn, soda, and monster movies she was used to having with Castel. Parties where everyone thought they were a lot more adult than they really were. Which is fine, Joy doesn’t judge but she just wasn’t about that life. One particular night Bruce had a little more than his share to drink and started feeling sick. So Joy was guiding him to the bathroom, but before they were even near the bathroom he forced her into the bedroom. In his drunken state he tried to pressure her to have sex with him and when Joy said no Bruce got angry. They fought, yelled, and things got physically violent. The horrific event ended with him calling her a string of unkind names and kicking her out of the party.

Bruised, beaten, and feeling very violated and betrayed she stood on the street in the rain with tears streaming down her cheeks. It was cold and wet and dark and she had no idea how to get home. With the last bit of charge her phone had she could make one phone call.

So at three o’clock in the morning, in the pouring rain, she called him. And he answered. All he had to hear was the brokenness in her voice and he was already on his way. She shared her location with him and sat on the curb shivering and sobbing. It wasn’t long until he pulled up in the family minivan getting her into the car and blasting the heat. Seeing the bruises on her face and arms caused a burning fire to light in him, but he said nothing. He didn’t pressure her for the story, he didn’t even ask if she was alright. They drove in silence for a short while before he turned on the radio smiling a little as the ABBA song came through the speakers.

Singing at the top of his lungs he sang the lyrics to Dancing Queen looking as goofy and dumb as he possible could until she smiled and started laughing and singing along with him. He took her home and stayed at her house making soup while she showered. And after she told him what Bruce tried to do to her it took everything within him to not drive back to the party and kick the crap out the dumb jock. So instead he stayed with her all night, holding her close and keeping her company until she fell asleep. Although he didn’t murder Bruce that night, that didn’t stop him from nailing the guy in the face the next day at school.

Tears sting her eyes as the memory fades from her mind. He had been there for her every single time she needed him, he was always at her side. She still can’t shake the thought of him being ripped from her life at the hands of Hayden. Her chest feels heavy as she begins to feel overwhelmed. Dropping the comb from her hand she wraps her arms around his neck burying her face into his neck. Needless to say the sudden change startles Castel and he jumps slightly at the sudden death grip she has on him.

“Jo-jo?” He questions trying to get a better look at her.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffles and hugs him tighter. “I just…I needed to hug you.”

He smiles a little and places his hand on her arms.

“Aw Joy,” he chuckles. “You can always hug me.”

She giggles airily, “You don’t realize what you’ve just said. You’ll regret it.”

He smiles and rubs her arm, “Bet I won’t.”

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After dinner they all remain at the table playing board games and laughing together. He can’t remember the last time he’s had this much fun. He really feels genuinely happy, even after everything that’s happen he’s really starting to feel like himself again. Soon everything is cleaned up and put away and the enormous household splits apart to all get ready for bed. His mom smiles at him as she gets him situated on the couch, allowing Joy a chance to shower herself.

“Are you having fun bébé?” She asks putting some more pillows behind him.

He nods, “Yes I am.” He smiles, “It’s nice to see everyone.”

“Good,” she smiles and kisses his forehead. “You should thank Joy.”

He blinks, “What do you mean?”

“Well this was her idea,” she says and flattens out the blanket on him. “She thought it’d be good for you to have some visitors, socialize a bit, have time with your brothers and everyone.”

“She set this up?” He asks in shock.

“I don’t know why you sound so surprised,” his mom laughs. “She’s always thinking about your wellbeing and what could help you. She knew you’ve been feeling low lately and kind of missing your brothers, so she called everyone and invited them to come visit for a few days.”

He blinks again before he smiles, “Really? This wasn’t one of your ingenious ideas to get me to be social?”

She laughs and runs her fingers through his hair, “I wish I could take the credit for this one bébé but I cannot. This was all Joy, from the people to the food to the games she planned out everything to make you feel better.”

He smiles and feels his cheek heating up a little, “Really?”

“Yes Cassie,” she smiles at her youngest. “She cares a great deal about you.”

He smiles, “I’ll be sure to thank her.”

She nods in agreement and ruffles his curls, “Do you need anything before I go get ready for bed bébé?”

“Nah I’m good Moman, thanks.”

She smiles and kisses his temple before walking up stairs. He smiles to himself at how Joy had humbly outdone herself trying to lift him up. He really loves when she does stuff like this, not just for him but for anyone. She puts others first and is always looking to bring some light into the darkness of somebody else’s life. She’s amazing and it’s one of the many aspects he adores about her. He will definitely have to do something for her in return, not just say thank you. He leans back against the pillows and sighs in contentment.

He lays there for a moment or two listening to the shower turning off. Joy would be down in few minutes in her pjs, hair brushed and soaking wet. She loves braiding hair, but she’s never mastered braiding her own hair. Perhaps he could offer to braid her hair for her as a starter for a return thanks, after all she looked really rather cute when her hair was braided. He could manage that with one hand, couldn’t he? Maybe there was a ‘how to braid with one hand’ video on YouTube he could watch right quick.

He pulls his phone out from his pocket and types in his passcode unlocking the screen. Before he can even open YouTube he notices a notification number floating over his text message box. He scrunches his eyebrows together wondering when he got this message seeing that he hadn’t felt his phone vibrate. But maybe it was James from the robotics club checking in with him, seeing that the team seems to be lost without their president. He smiles and opens the text message but it’s not from James, it’s from an unknown number.

The message is a simple website link marked BANNED and nothing else. Unsure of what this link or person is he types back.

Who is this?

He waits and soon three dots appear on his screen before the message comes through.

Just open it dude it’s a must see

Completely confused and upset by the strange response he decides it’s probably best to delete this message. It’s marked banned for a reason, it could be pornography or gory graphics or even some kind of virus that would attack his hard drive. He should delete it now. But as he stares at the link his finger hovering over the trashcan preparing to delete the message and forget it even existed, his curiosity starts to weigh out.

He bites his lip as he looks around the room, the Curtis family went back to Joy’s house and his family is all upstairs preparing for bed. On the off chance this is some X rated cite there were no little ones around to get scarred for the few seconds the cite would be open before he could close it out. The oddity of this text message is so alluring he can’t ignore it, he has to know what this ‘must see’ is. Clicking the link causes his Safari to open and pulls up a video that begins playing as soon as it opens.

“Cubs!” A voice yells on the screen.

Oh no.

His chest tightens and he can’t breathe. It’s the video. The video of him getting shot.

“Hayden I thought we talked this out. You said we were good and that you understood.” The smaller Castel’s voice says to the shooter.

His heart leaps into his throat and pounds viciously to where he’s positive he’ll throw up. His hands tremble as his eyes are locked on the screen unable to look away. Turn the video off!

He tries to pause the video as he’s holding his phone in the same hand which doesn’t work.

“I do understand Cubs.” The video Hayden’s voice says with a crazed smile, “I understand why Joy was trying to break up with me. I understand that it wasn’t really her who wanted me gone. I understand what’s standing between me and Joy.”

Heart throbbing, adrenaline pumping, the need for the video to disappear growing stronger. He fumbles breathing hard as he tries to get the video off his screen, which causes him to end up dropping the rectangle. He bites his lip until he’s sure it’s bleeding as he stretches and reaches his arm out for the phone.

“Hayden you don’t have to do this. Why don’t we just talk for a second, I’m sure we can work this out.”

No, no, no shut it off! Shut it off!

“I’m done talking,” The small video Hayden hisses.

Oh no here it comes!

The first shot rings out and people in the video start to scream, even from the far distance the phone lays away from him he can see blood forming on the side of his video self. The second shot rings out and he gives up trying to grab the phone and opts to cover his ears curling up in the fetal position on the couch. He can smell the gun powder, he can feel Joy tugging back on him, he can feel the burning pain engulfing his body all over again.

He screams closing his eyes. He needs this to stop, he can’t relive it! His screams match the scream of the video Castel as he falls forward drenched in blood. He can feel the sticky liquid dripping down his sides, how uncomfortable his clothes are, the flames licking at his flesh. He screams again.

“Cassie!” A voice yells from somewhere around him and suddenly his brothers are at his side.

“Cas it’s alright, snap out of it!” Zack yells and tries to pull his younger brother to a sitting position but Castel is not having it.

He curls more pressing the palms of his hands harder against his ears trying desperately to drown out the gunshots and his own screaming. Mikey spies the phone on the floor and nearly dives for it.

“Cas what the heck!? Why would you do this to yourself!?” His brother cries and pauses the video.

Castel is hyperventilating his eyes squeezed tight as tears run down his face. Zack pulls Castel into his arms and holds him as he trembles and shakes, sobbing feeling the phantom pain breaking down his body.

“It’s not real Cas, it’s not real. It’s over,” Zack repeats holding his brother as tight as he can in hopes that it’ll help Castel get a grip on reality feeling his brother hugging him.

It’s several minutes before Castel is able to breath normally again and he gingerly opens his eyes to look up into the faces of his brothers. Both of which are dumbfounded on how to help the youngest of the Cubs family. A beat passes before new tears fill his eyes and he beings to cry for some reason he’s unsure of.

Mikey and Zack sit on either side of him, trying to calm him down. Gosh this was so much easier to do when he was a baby…and not nearly experiencing death. Zack continues to hold Castel as he sobs and Mikey offers words of affirmation rubbing Castel’s back…it’s the only thing he can think of to do.

None of them are sure how long the process actually took, but they find themselves several horrific and painful moments later sitting in silence. Castel still curled in Zack’s arms with Mikey sitting next to them unsure of how to help. Castel sniffles and rubs his eyes.

“‘m sorry,” he slurs in a watery voice.

“Nothing to be sorry about kiddo,” Zack smiles weakly at his brother.

“Where did you even get this video?” Mikey asks and looks down at the discarded phone.

“Someone s-sent it to me,” Castel says and sits up to lean back again Mikey.

“Some sicko jerk whose gonna get killed if I ever find them,” Zack grits his teeth.

Mikey glances down at the phone feeling it vibrate. Castel looks at the screen and before Mikey can send the text away he sees it. From the same unknown number.

Enjoy Throwback Trauma Thursday HERO

Castel cringes staring at the screen of the paused video. He blinks seeing the person had recorded another two minutes of footage. He can see himself hunched over on the bleachers, Joy holding his lifeless body and Hayden looming over her, pressing the gun to Castel’s head. His eyes widen.

“Did he hurt her?” He breaths out and moves to press play on the screen.

“Cassie no!” Mikey scolds and pulls the phone out of reach, “No more don’t torment yourself you masochist.”

“I don’t know what happened after I was shot,” he says still staring at the phone. “I was in and out. I left Joy alone with Hayden. I have to know if he hurt her.”

“Cas Mikey is right you don’t need to be watching that,” Zack says trying to rationalize with his brother.

Castel grits his teeth the need to know what happened to his best friend after he passed out fueling him.

He growls, “I need to know!” Again he reaches for the phone.

Mikey stares his baby brother down hoping the kid would just let it go, but when it came to Joy, Castel never backed down. Finally Mikey sighs and reluctantly hands him the phone.

“I think this is a bad idea,” Mikey says.

“I don’t care,” Castel snaps and presses play.

“No! Stop!” The Joy in the video shrieks.

Hayden looks at her confused, “Stop? What for? I have two bullets left I want to use them all.”

Castel trembles a little, beginning to feel the hot metal pressing against his temple, but he refuses to break down again. He has to know if Hayden put his hands on Joy. He’s waiting for Hayden to turn the gun on Joy, to hit her, to do something to her. But then something he wasn’t expecting happens. Joy starts to speak. She’s calming Hayden down, she’s talking the gun away from Castel’s head, she’s convincing Hayden to leave him be.

Castel’s eyes widen as he watches Joy in the video standing up to his attacker. He had no idea this even happened! Why didn’t anyone tell him!? Why didn’t Joy tell him!? She was amazing thinking quick on her feet, getting in the favor of the enemy and sweet talking her way into his head. Making her plans seem like his. She was brilliant! She was incredible! She was so brave! She…saved his life.

Suddenly it hits him like a train. The words Hayden was saying, the placement of the gun. Hayden never had a target on Joy…he only wanted Castel. Cas wasn’t protecting Joy or saving her life, she was saving his! Joy has said many times that Hayden was going for Castel, but it never really hit him until this moment. New tears fill his eyes as he watches Hayden pull Joy in for a hideous kiss, one that he can see Joy is physically trying to endure. And then Hayden is gone and Joy dials the phone.

“Hello 911!”

The video stops playing and the three males sit it complete and utter silence. Castel sits up straight careful of his bad leg.

“She was the one who saved me,” he says as he exhales still in awe of how spectacular Joy had been while he was unconscious. “I…I had no idea that’s what had happened.”

“Me either,” Zack agrees and Mikey nods as well.

“I would have never thought that fast,” Mikey says and closes the video out. “Joy certainly is one incredible gal.”

Zack chuckles, “That’s for sure right Cassie?” He jokes nudging his brother.

But Castel’s mind is still processing so he only smiles weakly.

“Yeah,” he nods and blinks. “Wait a second…where is Joy?”

“She was still in the bathroom getting ready for bed the last I saw her,” Zack says.

��It’s odd she wasn’t the first one down here when you started screaming,” Mikey inquires and looks towards the steps.

Castel’s eyes widen, “The video. JOY!”

He falls off the couch trying to leap to his feet, but he’s still not one hundred percent yet and his body is not up for all this fast paced movement. He fumbles with his crutch before he manages to get to his feet with the aid of his brothers.

“JOY!” He screams out again and when he gets no response he forces his body to move faster.

“Cas slow down, you’ll over do it!” Mikey calls as he watches the younger male trying his hardest to scramble up the stairs.

“I don’t care!” He calls back.

When the crutch catches on the carpeted steps for the third time he lets out an audible sound–that could only be categorized as a roar–before he throws the stupid crutch down the stairs. He continues on up the last few steps and falls to his knees hearing his brothers’ voices somewhere behind him and the sound of them running after him. He ignores them and crawls on his hands and knees towards the bathroom.

Fire burns in his left arm seeing that the weak muscles are having too much weight put on them, but he doesn’t care.

“JOY!” He yells again and forcefully pushes the bathroom door open.

The door flies open to reveal Joy, in her favorite t-shirt and pj pants toothbrush with foamed toothpaste laying next to her as she sits against the sink cabinet. Phone out on the floor in front of her, toothpaste foam dribbling down her chin as tears slide down her cheeks mixing with the pink bubblegum flavored foam. She stares blankly at the phone on the floor.

“Hello 911!”

The video stops playing leaving the room filled with the only sound that’s left–the running water from the sink above her.

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Black Widows (Pirate!AU)

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This is Us

I’ll keep it short so, here it is! Chapter 2! I hope you guys like and as always feed back is appreciated. If you’d like to read the first chapter just go in the tag #This is Us fic. Also thank you guys so much for over 200 followers!

Chapter 2, unexpected

People can be jerks. They can say things about others that aren’t true or aren’t kind. They can be there one minute and then leave the next. They say they won’t tell anyone your secrets but, of course they will. Those aren’t true friends. So why did those people seem to seep into others lives anyway. That’s what the boy who laid in bed thought about, but the jerk he was thinking about wasn’t really a jerk. This said jerk just confused him was all.

The room was faded with light and dark blues that clung to the walls. The window was right across from the door to the back of the room. The sun wasn’t even up all the way. Dim light peaked through the dusty window that crawled into the inky room.

The boys skin was fare looking under the ill lighted glow. Although his skin pigment didn’t change much anyway in most lights. He laid on his bed staring at the ceiling with dreary river colored eyes. His short messy dark chestnut hair formed a small widows peak. The features of his face were thin but, had a fullness to his dusted cheeks. To the left of his forehead was a small scar that was right below his hair line. His lips were thin and lightly rose colored.

He swallowed smoothly, closing his tired eyes that had a slight shaded color under them. He reopened them hesitantly, turning on his side to face the open room. His slightly wide formed chest felt heavy and empty. Like something or rather, many things had been weighing on him for a while. His eyes flicked to the desk that sat under the window that was right beside his bed. A phone rested on the area his ocean eyes looked to. He stared at it for a second. His dark, half unkept brows furrowed lightly. He reached out to it, grabbing it but, not looking at it just yet. The fare skinned teen rested the phone on his bed, facing the smooth objects screen down. His thin hand laid on top of it loosely, smoothing over the phone with his thumb as his eyes searched the opposing wall for something. Maybe a sign of answer. He glanced down at it. A look on his face that read worries couldn’t be fixed easily.

The anxious boy took a breath as he turned to lay on his back, sitting up. He turned the cool phone over in his thin hands to look at the black screen. He clicked it open, blueish soft light flooding into the lucid room, making his skin a white rose like shade.

6:10 am.

Saturday.

A signal notification displayed on the fragile glass screen.

Tony: I’ll be there soon Sent 5:46 am

He breathed deeply as he read the message that he had been waiting for since 1 in the morning. His blood stopped, heart drumming in his ears as he felt his heart beat flood into his fingers and chest, beating with every pulse. He read that message a hundred more times before his body could finally warm again. A stirring sensation danced in his stomach. It was light, and fluttery with this warmth that wrapped around his chest like flowers blooming in the current spring air. His shoulders laid more relaxed than before, like the heaviness his chest bared before was some what lifted. He sank in the cool sheets as he closed his dim eyes, letting the phone fall onto his chest.

The rooms air was warm and light but, slightly dry. Birds sang with the rising morning. A signal cricket chirped lowly.

He set the phone on the side of his bed.

The relieved boy sat up slowly, arching his back letting the knots crack and unfold. He threw over his moderately sized legs over his bed side, connecting his feet to the cool hardwood floor. The sleepy junior grabbed a pair of whatever jeans he could find in the “clean” pile on the floor. He slipped them on, a bit clumsily, tripping when one of the legs wouldn’t quite go through the pant leg. He caught himself on the door before he could fall to his “death.” The unexpected excitement that ran through his body cooled at a moderate pace. The stunned teen grabbed a dark grey looking jacket from his door hanger, throwing it on quickly. He glanced down at his shirt for a moment.

He showered yesterday, right? He brought the navy blue shirt to his nose smelling it swiftly, concluding it was up to pare. He walked back over to the messy but, extremely comfortable bed to grab the important object that was his phone. He stuffed the rectangular object in his jacket pocket as he walked to the door. He grabbed the handle but, stopped before he turned it. The hesitant boy looked back to the desk under the window.

A small cassette player rested on the old piece of furniture. His eyes glazed over for a moment as his face morphed into that of slight pain. He turned away quickly, walking out the door without looking back this time. From the top of the stairs the junior could see through the wide kitchen window draped with thin off white curtains. To the outside he could see what was the front end of an old, faded cherry dusted mustang partly masked by a low growing tree. A small smile crept on his fare features. The glaze in his eyes from before was washed away with a transparent bright glow. The teen jogged down the stairs carelessly, not caring if he made any noise. His parents were going to be gone for a month and a half. The teen floated over the main floor to the front door eagerly.

He hesitated for moment but, shook it off easily. Although, the soft butterfly feeling he felt in his stomach didn’t seem to want to shake off. He strode out the front door onto the front porch, closing the door behind him. The clumsy boy jerked backwards, accidentally getting his jacket caught in the door. He huffed in irritation and slight embarrassment as he reopened the door, pulling out the jammed fabric and quickly staggering around while slamming the door shut. He could hear distant laughter from the car that sat parked a little ways down beside his house. The huffing teen jammed his beating hands in his pockets as he walked to the mustang that was waiting for him. When he reached the skittle red car he stood on the outside passenger door as he eyed the driver on the inside. The driver had one hand loosely gripped on the wheel and the other over his mouth, blatantly trying to hide his obvious smile, shoulders bouncing with a light chuckle. The fare skinned young man on the out side of the car rolled his eyes, roughly grabbing the door handle and swinging it open as he slide in the passenger seat.

“Hey, clay.” The Latino teen nudged the other playfully. A small smirk trying its hardest not to spread on Tony’s face.

“Bye, Tony.” Clay half heartedly went to grab the door handle to leave but, of course he actually wouldn’t. He stopped when he heard a ‘click’ sound reverberate in the car. Clay turned back to Tony sharply, brows furrowed and his mouth in a lopsided downward frown.

“Did you just lock the car.”

“I most certainly did.” The smug slightly older male lazily rolled his head in the direction of a half irritated, but also half amused Clay.

The taller or rather the lighter skinned boy scoffed in response.

“This is kid napping.” The flustered teen threw his hands half way in the air as he gestured to the lock that was now clicked down. He looked out the window then back to Tony as a small smirk was etching into existence on the blue eyed boys face.

“You’re the one who got in me car willingly.” Tony couldn’t help but, lower his head and look up at the fellow junior beside him. Clay returned the gaze back at the gold flaky eyed Latino.

The air was much cooler than before. The sun was finally stretched across the low horizon. It’s warm orangey red drops of light seeped into the car, touching the faces of the two young men who stared at each other for a few long moments. The light ran over Tonys face in such a way his eyes seemed even more golden and vibrant. His skin even more inviting and bright looking. Clay looked back out the window as he teared his eyes from away from the other.

“Alright, but if my parents wonder where I am, and they call the cops, I’m blaming you.” He extended a lazy thin finger towards the so called kid napper. He turned his gaze towards the window shield.

“Your parents aren’t even going to be back until next month.” Tony tried to half defend himself as he rose a hand in the direction of the other teens house that was missing the usual car in the driveway. He let himself take in Clays profile. The sun washed over his fine features as the the light bounced through his transparent but, bright icy blue orbs. Clay turned back to the other, catching Tony staring. The caramel skinned boys eyes didn’t avert right away but, rather lingered for a moment before breaking his gaze. The bronze eyed male flicked his eyes to the windshield as he turned the ignition. The purr of the engine warmed and filled the Mustang. He pressed the gas, revving it up as the car roared but, of course staying in place.

“I’ve been in this car how many times and you still wanna be a show off?” Clay squinted his eyes at the other, cocking his head to the right, rolling his eyes as he thought about all the countless other times Tony had done that.

“And you’ve known me for how long and you still don’t know how fun it is to do that?” The Latino retorted back playfully as he pressed the gas another time but this time a little harder, revving the engine a few times before being sastifyid. Clay tried his best to keep the smile off his face as he lowerd his head to his chest, shaking it.

“Lets just go before you wake up the rest of the neighborhood.”

“Alright but, with me in this car I can’t make any promises.” He sprawled the hand that rested on the wheel out, emphasizing the ‘can’t’ in the sentence.

“Oh, just drive.” The Caucasian male shoved the other on the shoulder while the shoved one chuckled in response. Tony changed the gear from parked to drive and started to drift down the road. Clay glanced at the other man. Admiring his profile. He shook his head as a thin smile painted on his face. He thought Tony didn’t notice him looking but, of course the driver did.

#This is Us fic #TU fic #clony fic #clony #tony #clay #tony x clay #clay x tony #13 reasons why #13rw #tony padilla #clay jensen #I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS YOU CLONY FREAKS.#I'm just kidding I love you all *smooches*

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tatooedlaura-blog · 7 years

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Twentieth Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

First … Second … Third … Fourth … Fifth … Fifth Christmas, Part 2 … Sixth … Seventh … Eighth … Ninth … Tenth … Eleventh … Twelfth … Thirteenth … Fourteenth … Fifteenth … Sixteenth … Seventeenth … Eighteenth … Nineteenth … Twentieth … Twenty-first … Twenty-second … Twenty-third

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It arrived in the mail. A small, innocuous box, plain-brown paper, Mulder’s scrawl seared into the address, his oversize S in Scully dwarfing the U that came after.

He always seemed to write it that way, joking once eons ago, before cancer and babies and puzzle tattoos on fish eating circus freaks, that he was the big S curving over her ‘cause she was so small and the little U was her, with her arms upraised in concession, tossing her palms to God asking what she ever did to deserve the crazy person beside her.

He sent her a package on December 12th wrapped in twine with too many stamps, too much tape and not enough of himself.

Sitting in her tiny, non-descript kitchen in the tiny, non-descript apartment she’d rented ten months early when she realized she couldn’t stay with her mother any longer without ruining that relationship as well. Maggie was the most understanding, caring, loving woman on the planet but sometimes Scully just wanted to put on her pajamas, beat the stuffing out of a pillow or three, break a glass and then cry for a bit … nothing big, nothing Earth-shattering but sometimes, really, you just can’t do that while your mother is within spitting distance of you.

She continued to stare at the square sitting precisely in the center of the two person table nestled against the wall. The place hadn’t come furnished and since all her furniture was still at the house with Mulder, she half-heartedly bought the bare essentials, table, couch, TV, mattress for the floor, hangers for the closet. The table wobbled a little but truth be told, she actually liked that. Reminded her in a non-threatening way of her and him … of hotel laminate tables covered in case files, of rickety lives that only stabilized when you leaned on them a little, your elbows pressed down on the table while the table pressed up to your elbows.

If she leaned in just the right way, both were steady.

If her and Mulder leaned against each other correctly, they were stable as well.

But somewhere along the way, they’d just forgotten how.

She stood, knowing she had to leave for work or she’d be late and the moment she stood, the table rocked back to its former tottering self, setting the box on a slight, sideways tilt.

Even after a year of being gone, he still did the same thing to her, sending her off-balance the moment he stopped touching her, holding her steady.

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Mulder debating sending that box to her for nearly two weeks, the thing wrapped and taunting on the table by the front door, harassing him in silence, mocking him, demanding every time he passed by if he was going to send it today or ignore it once again.

Finally, with enough sleep behind him, enough medication in him, he found the nerve to slap on a boatload of stamps he’d found after digging in various kitchen drawers and to walk it to the mailbox. Raising that stupid red flag attached to the box seemed to be the hardest thing he’d done in months. It weighed a ton, squeaked terribly as bits of rust dropped to the ground as he forced it into use, twisting it to signal the mailman that he had something outgoing.

The outdoors set him on edge, being so out there and exposed to the elements as well as low-flying surveillance, long-distance listening devices and red sniper target dots. As he had been taught by his therapist a few months back when he finally began taking the whole psychiatrist thing seriously, he took a deep breath, decided that if they hadn’t gotten him by now, he was probably safe and then, in usual Mulder fashion, did his own farewell gesture to whomever might have him scoped out …

He raised his arm, raised his middle finger, turned slowly in a circle flipping off nature and anyone else in the vicinity, then, lifting his arms further over his head, he committed to giving the finger to the sky as well.

It made his chest puff with short-lived defiance and wearing something akin to a smile for the briefest of moments, he turned and went back in the house, the cold wind cutting through his sweater, the small flakes of snow and ice stinging his face as he hurried inside, wondering not for the first time in the last eight minutes, what Scully was doing.

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Coming home from work, she saw the package still quietly sitting there, waiting patiently for her to get off her ass and cut the string, unfold the paper, exam the contents, drink some wine, drink some more wine, destroy another pillow before slipping between her flannel sheets to sleep the sleep of the restless and wondering.

She changed up the order to her evening by drinking the wine first but the rest carried on as planned, the binding wrapped and tied around the box falling away to reveal a plain blue box. Not sure how well she could cope with another unveiling, she shut her eyes and popped the lid, ripping off the bandaid so to speak, peering inside to find white tissue paper next.

Would this nightmare of gift opening ever end?

Top layer removed, she found, once again, a clear, round Christmas ornament, three paper labels inside, words facing outward. Bringing it closer, she let the tears fall as she smiled and read over and over again the names of three prescription drugs all identified clearly as belonging to one Fox Mulder.

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He didn’t have a phone anymore, cell or home, allowing his firewalls and other encryption to keep his computer on, his email up, his identity quiet. After having roamed the house for an hour, taken a shower using her brand of shampoo and bounced his basketball on the wall until he left a smudge, he briefly wondering what Scully would say about the mark when she got home, then took a deep breath and distracted himself online.

Making sure the built-in camera on his laptop was covered, he then turned his attention to the icon blinking innocently in the corner of the screen; it could be his current employer with a question on the article he was writing, it could be one of his many contacts out there in the real world with some nugget of fraudulent wisdom, he didn’t dare allow himself to think it was from her.

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He spent months thinking it would be her and when it wasn’t, he drank like the proverbial fish, cursing the sky, the ground, the house, the couch, the wall, the bottle, the scattered relics of his mind. He sank lower and lower knowing she was moving higher, moving farther away from him with every passing second. Then, mid-March, not having had any human contact since the last time he saw her, he woke from a two-day drenched stupor to a scratching sound on the front porch.

Yanking open the door, determined to catch whatever government asshole was trying to bug/wire/explode his front porch, he instead found a mangy, little orange kitten clawing at the door, defiantly meowing in the tiniest voice he’d ever heard, demanding some sort of cat reward because he had deigned to open the door for her.

And given he still had some kind of soul lingering inside, he regarded that cat and that cat regarded him back until, “if you have fleas, I’m going to throw you right back out.”

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He had to take a shower and take a cab to the vet office he found in the phone book. He had to take that same cab to the pet store to buy a carrier and food. He then had to take the cab back home to settle the aforementioned cat on a nest of blankets because she was tired from her shots. He didn’t think about all the money he’d shelled out in an afternoon for a furball that would probably end up hating him just like the rest of the world did.

But, oddly, that damn cat loved him, cuddled him, kneaded him, purred at him, yelled at him, tripped him, tried to kill him once a day by napping directly on his face the moment he fell asleep. He found himself having to make sure he was paying enough attention to take care of it and keep it alive.

Somewhere along the way, he realized he needed to keep himself alive if not for himself but for that damn cat.

He named her Frohike Langley Byers because of her stubborn, insistent nature that everything go her way. Her immediate nickname became FLB or Flab except when she was filled with static electricity, at which time she temporarily became Fro.

It took him until May to realize, heart-searing painfully, that he was managing to take care of a cat. He couldn’t get himself showered and he still slept half the time in the shelter of the basement, door locked and radio on but he could always remember to feed Flab.

He couldn’t take care of his Scully but he could take care of a nine pound ball of fur.

He held one of their purchased guns to his head that night, his life culminating in six hours of self-destructive thoughts, tortured tears and one needy animal who sat on the table across from him, legs tucked under her, eyes big and blue and never leaving his.

He saw Scully in those blue eyes.

He saw Scully in that orange hair.

He saw unconditional love in that damn cat.

He put the gun away at sunrise and spent the next week taking bars from windows and boards from doors.

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The blinking icon was an email from her.

“Dear Mulder,

I’m still here and I’m so proud of you.

Love, Scully.”

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“Dear Scully,

I’m still here as well. Bars are down. Meds are up. I have a cat. She had blue eyes.

Love, Mulder.”

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It was the only Christmas ornament she had in the house, the only decoration she had in the house. She hung it from the lamp by her bed and rummaged through her single dresser until she unearthed a ginormous, gray, cable-knit, Irish fisherman’s sweater that she hadn’t worn in several years. Stripping to her underwear, she pulled it over her head, savoring the memories that came with it; memories of Chicago and cold and hot chocolate and Jacuzzis and Mulder, pure and beautiful and untouched by the world.

She fell asleep curled in bed, having what quite possibly was the first decent night sleep in almost two years.

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Mulder slid into bed as well, cat in position on Scully’s pillow, waiting patiently for him to go to sleep so she could curve against the top of his head, paws on his forehead, tongue lapping his hair for a moment before she was satisfied her person was okay and she could rest as well.

#msr #brown paper packages tied up with strings #I have a cat she had blue eyes #christmas series #my writing #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic

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mara-tevith-solo · 4 years

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Real Funny - part 4

Something I’ve been slow cooking for a few years, a little all over the place. Some plot pieces aren’t mine, just something I played with.

Trigger Warning; Contains swearing, violence, mentions of nudity and death

I ripped off my helmet, threw down my rifle and took the position of the Ka Mate; legs spread and bent at the knee, feet stomping, an over exaggerated expression on my face with my tongue out as I screamed the words and slapped my forearms, thighs and chest plate "Kikiki kakaka kauana! Kei waniwania taku tara. Kei tarawahia, kei te rua i te kerokero! He pounga rahui te uira ka rarapa; Ketekete kau ana to peru kairiri. Mau au e koro e – Hi! Ha! Ka wehi au ka matakana, Ko wai te tangata kia rere ure?Tirohanga ngā rua rerarera Ngā rua kuri kakanui i raro! Aha ha!" I made any movements that weren't slaps as slow and powerful as possible as a display of strength and control. I was not dying on a god forsaken planet without honoring at least some of my ancestors.

I ended the call with my tongue fluttering against my chin and my eyes wide, legs wide and arms crossed over each other. The Umbaran in the tank looked both scared and confused, not knowing what to make of the human who was doing some weird dance and maybe having a stroke. With a few stomps and more slow movements, I began the main body of the Haka, advancing slowly with every stomp, fully challenging the Umbaran "Ka mate, ka mate! ka ora! ka ora! Ka mate! ka mate! ka ora! ka ora! Tēnei te tangata pūhuruhuru Nāna nei i tiki mai whakawhiti te rā Ā, upane! ka upane! Ā, upane, ka upane, whiti te ra!" As soon as I finished, two Umbaran fighters appeared and began blowing the tanks to hell. 3119 and I cheered the two who could only be Fives and Hardcase as we moved to rejoin the others.

"What was that you did?" three-one-one-nine asked as we slowly made our way over.

"It's called the Ka Mate Haka, a war dance. Some of my ancestors did it when they were challenging other tribes to fight with them. It is a very important tradition to my grandmother's people."

"Must be nice, knowing where you come from." He groaned wistfully as we stumbled over some roots and vines.

"You boys come from the Fett clan. Mandalorian through and through." I pointed out.

"But you're accepted by your people aren't you?"

"No, none of them as soon as they find out my mix. Being human isn't good enough on my planet. Being purebred is. When you're European, Maori, Native American, Portuguese, and have some roots in Africa, people treat you differently. It's stupid. But the only way it would change is if there was more life in our Galaxy." I shrugged, setting him down near Kix who immediately ambushed the poor kid. I patted his bucket before finding Jesse and the others, wanting a nap more than anything.

"Now I just think you want to die." Jesse growled as he picked me up in a massive hug, lifting me off the ground and twirling me around.

"You saw that eh?" I tried to cute my way out of whatever trouble I was about to get in.

"I certainly saw the last bit of it. How long were you doing that?" Fives asked, taking a turn of hugs.

"Only like two or three minutes." I mumbled, tucking my helmeted head into his shoulder as much as I could.

"You got an Umbaran to freeze for two to three minutes?!" Hardcase asked, making it into a group hug when Fives didn't let go of me soon enough.

"It's a war dance, what do you expect?" I grinned, twisting so that Hardcase wasn't essentially hugging my butt.

"Teach us!" He nearly bounced, extremely excited about the idea of learning a war dance.

"If we have any free time after capturing the base." I promised once they let me go and we made our way to the flaming base to completely conquer it.

At the temporary med station, Kix was seeing to 3119. Cleaning his wound better than I could have, and making sure that there was no infection in the rough fibers of his muscles and bone "You're a lucky kid, you know that?" He mumbled to the kid as I helped clean out a minor forehead cut on the bed next to them.

"Sir?" 3119 asked, confused at how he could be lucky about losing a good portion of his mobility.

"You're lucky that Val found you instead of a scavenger. And that she has rudimentary first-aid skills." He finished off the cleaning with a bacta pad, tying it securely around the stump.

"Ya, she is something isn't she?" 3119 had a slightly dreamy tone to his voice. I chuckled behind my helmet as my patient shook his head before leaving and letting the next mildly injured soldier take his place. Broken noses were always fun.

"Don't go all swooney on me, kid; Hardcase, Fives, and maybe Commander Cody have called dibs already." Cue me feeling terrible for having to lie to them all about my relationship with Wolffe. They all had feelings for me and were trying to compete... The nose under my hands gave a loud crack as I set it and packed it with gauze. The soldier grumbled in pain the entire time.

3119 looked over at me as I finished with the broken nose and a new soldier came with a pretty good slice across his cheek. "Why are you wasting valuable resources on this one c t six one one six?" The voice of Krell suddenly asked as he made rounds through the station. I tensed and gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself from snapping at him again.

"If I don't, he won't be able to get fit for a cybernetic." Kix explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"A soldier who can't fight, is a waste." Krell argued, narrowing his eyes at the imagined challenge.

"Sir, it's just the section of leg below his knee. He'll be able to fight as soon as we get him onto a cruiser." Kix was trying so hard to not pull rank. It was honestly rather amusing to watch as I cleaned out the cheek wound.

"Val!" Hardcase called, skipping in, totally blanking it on the fact that Krell was not even ten feet away from me. "I'm sorry, sir." He blushed, standing in attention like he was dreading what fate would meet him. With a scowl and a silent snarl, Krell left the station. I was sure to give his back the finger until the door was closed behind him.

"Don't listen to him three one one nine, Krell won't be around long enough to be any real trouble." I soothed the down trodden kid as I placed a bacta patch on the cheek wound and refused to see anyone else until the kid was in a better mood.

"He's got a point though sir, I can't fight anymore. I'm useless." He hung his head, resting it in his hands as his bucket stared blankly back up at him by his foot.

I shared a look with Kix before removing my bucket and kneeling in front of the shiny, moving his hands and replacing them with my own "No one is useless three one one nine. No one. Everyone serves a purpose. If I ever hear those words come out of your mouth again I'll personally assign you to my unit and make you run laps with me every morning, and I run slow." I spared him a small smile as he sniffed back unshed tears and straightened back up. "That's the stuff." I hummed before ruffling his regulation hair and standing "What did you need, Hardcase?" I asked, turning to the man in question.

In a flash, he went from somewhere between distraught and sympathetic, to bouncing with 'kid with twenty bucks in a candy shop' excitement "Want to decode the enemy aircraft with Fives, Jesse, and I?" There was a frightening maniac glow in his eyes that was a little concerning.

"That's up to Kix and if he thinks he can spare me." I shrugged, trying to weasel out of potentially getting into a shit ton of trouble.

"I can spare her." Kix assured just before Hardcase pounced on me and began dragging me out of the improvised medbay and to one of the hangers. Before the doors closed, I fixed the snickering medic with a metal melting glare.

Fives trying to lie was much more comical in person, even though I couldn't fully enjoy it because Hardcase was DEMOLISHING the hanger, and Jesse had decided to become my human shield as he physically kept my head down and himself covering my upper body, as we hid behind some crates. "Schedule in some Hardcase filleting time in my itinerary, please, Jesse." I growled as some of the rubble from the door skimmed over our heads.

"I'll be sure to join in on that." He agreed, ducking down further until Hardcase was safely docked.

"See, nothing to it." He beamed as he got out of the pilot pod, a cocky little swagger in his step.

Before anyone could say anything, Krell burst into what remained of the hanger with Dogma in tow, one pair of arms crossed behind him as the other had clenched fists at his sides "What exactly happened here?" He fixed every one of us with glares, trying to intimidate us to speak. "Well?" He growled.

Fives took a step forward, his lying face on "You see sir..."

Before another word could come out of his mouth, Hardcase stepped in between the ARC and the General "We were trying to decode the enemy tech sir, when the ship turned out to be booby-trapped. We have it figured out now though sir and they should be perfectly safe." You had to hand it to him, the man did have a pure silver tongue.

Krell frowned and looked around the hanger "Booby-trapped? That enforces my order to keep them on the ground." Hardcase and Fives tried to protest but Krell just wasn't listening. "No other ships are to even leave the ground, is that clear? They are not safe and I will not risk any more men." He nodded before turning and leaving again, Dogma following behind like a faithful pup. I sighed and shook my head, knowing that if I tried to dissuade him from his loyalty, he would more than happily tear me a new one, creating a rift between the men.

#commander wollfe #Commander Wollfe x OC #captain rex #arc trooper fives #hardcase #kix #oc

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furfoxsake22 · 7 years

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Airship

I had never intended to love this life that I started living. I had never intended to love working on this airship or the people on it. I love working with the mechanics of the engine and getting to meet all the new people. Even though I’m no longer in my old town, maybe that isn’t such a bad thing. My life was starting to get boring and I wanted to do something more. Even though I’m only 19, I felt like I was stuck there and couldn’t leave – like that was going to be my future for the rest of my days. Then, these air pirates showed up. Air pirates are exactly what they sound like pirates the pillage towns and travel around on giant airships. These specific pirates are called the Skyscrapers, they weren’t the worst pirates in the land but they were not nice. They showed me how exciting life can be and that you don’t have to be stuck in one place. I was excited and giddy the first few days on the airship, I started to get accustomed to the swaying of the ship and the routine that everyone had. Sitting in the engine room is boring when nothing interesting happens but at least I have Sam to talk to. Sam is the first engine room manager. He’s about 60, but even though he’s old he still is a great engine man. Speaking of which he’s sleeping at his desk so I’m stuck being bored. Of course, as soon as I said that one of the cooling pipes in the engine bursts. Cold water was being sprayed everywhere. “Sam pipe burst!” I see him jolt awake from the cold water hitting him. “What?! I’m Awake!” he gets up from his chair and walks over to the engine not seeming to be as concerned about the burst as I was. I started frantically looking for the pipe “Oh wait Sam I found it. Hand me a new pipe and I can fix it.” Stupid copper pipes always breaking. Sam handed the me new pipe and I crawled under the engine, Sam couldn’t do this part. He’s to old and to big, I grabbed the old pipe and twisted it off of the engine and its connector. Doing this while cold water is being sprayed onto you and directly into your eyes is not the easiest thing in the world but I managed. I placed the new pipe in and twisted it tight finally stopping the water. “Ha! Fixed it Sam” I was about to roll out before I heard a clanking sound “Althea before you come out can you figure out what that is. I have never heard that sound before” I looked back up into the engine trying to see if I could find anything. “I don’t get it I don’t see anything” I kept looking and then finally towards the center of the engine I was a little screw bouncing around on top of two gears. “Sam I hate your old assistant!” I reached up carefully and took a screwdriver and knocked it off of the gears so that it fell onto my shoulder. I grabbed the screw and rolled out from under the engine. “I’m going to give Landon a piece of my mind when I see him.” Landon was Sam’s old assistant the one who was helping him before I got on the ship. “Yeah, he isn’t very mechanically inclined” Sam said before taking the screw from my hand “Oh wait what time is it maybe it’s finally time for lunch” I pulled out my pocket watch and smiled “Yay! It’s finally time for lunch!” Lunch is my favorite time of day because, while Landon can’t work with mechanics, he can cook. I smiled and started to skip out the door “Althea can you bring me back something I want to continue my nap.” “Sure Sam.” I walked out the door and onto the deck. I have loved this ship since the first time I saw it. Its big balloon painted copper. The upper deck was right below the balloon itself. It held most of the crew quarters and the bridge. The lower deck, which is attached to the upper deck by steel bars, is where I am most days. The lower deck holds the kitchen and the engine room, as well as the hanger where our flyers are kept. Flyers are small two-person air crafts that are powered by fans on the undersides of them. The skyscraper can’t land on the ground so when we have to get off we take the small flyers. I walked a couple doors down to the kitchen and opened the door. There wasn’t a line at the door so I think I might have lost my chance to get anything. “Landon you still here?” I called lightly opening the door. I smiled seeing that he was cleaning up some dishes. Landon is only a year older than me and was my first friend on the ship. I ran into him while they were in the village. He was looking for food to cook. When the skyscrapers got into the town, they weren’t like other pirates they didn’t pillage or steal they just shopped and tried to find parts for their ships and they went to the pub too, but that is to be expected. Landon had been looking for food and I ran into him. We started talking and he told me about his trips with the Skyscrapers and how amazing it was living on the ship. He was the one that really convinced me to join the Skyscrapers I walked up to Landon while he was doing the dishes “Did you save anything for me and Sam? I know we’re late, but we had to fix the engine for the third time today.” Landon finished the spoon he was cleaning and turned around “I might have some food for you, but do you really deserve the food?” He pulled out two bowls from behind him both filled with stew. My mouth instantly started watering “Oh come on I told you I fixed the engine three times already. One time was your fault mister assistant. You didn’t tighten a screw enough and it finally popped off today. I almost lost my finger trying to get it out!” I know I was whining at this point but I didn’t really care I was hungry. Landon blushed and handed over the food “Fine then I guess you can have it since you had to fix my mess up.” You see I knew Landon had a tiny itty bitty teensy crush on me and I might have a small crush on him too, but for the moment I didn’t really want to act on anything because I’m brand new to the ship. “Thanks Landon. Maybe I’ll swing by after dinner and we can hang out for a little while.” I left and walked back out onto the deck. The air was so nice today the sky was almost completely clear, there were a few fluffy clouds that dotted the sky. We were flying over the mountains today, headed for god knows where. I hardly ever knew where we were flying. I only ever found out when we got there and either did our normal shopping or pillaging. I got back to the engine room and kicked the door lightly trying to get Sam’s attention so that he would open the door. Sam came to the door and opened it. I gave him the soup and walked over to the corner of the room where there was a large crate. I sat down and started to eat, enjoying every single bite. Landon was the best cook on the ship. I finished my food and someone came over the intercom “Everyone prepare we’re being attacked!” Whelp that’s not good. I jumped off of my seat and headed for the door. I opened it and instantly heard gunfire and cannons. I looked across the sky in search of this attacking ship. When I found it, it took everything in my power not the drop to the floor. The air ship was huge easily 3x bigger than us. It was painted all black with a menacing skull in red painted on the balloon. Canons were shooting out of the ship faster than we would have been able to reload. They were going to knock us out of the sky “Sam what are we supposed to do?! They’re gonna shoot for the engine.” He got up from his chair in a slow manner he looked forlorn. He knew what was going to happen. This ship was either going to shoot us out of the sky or take over the ship for its own and there was nothing stopping it from doing so. “There has to be something we can do. Anything?” Sam just stood there and shook his head. “No, I won’t accept that answer I’m going to find some way to help.” I opened the door again and left making a dash for the stairs to the upper deck. I stopped first right in front of where the kitchen was… or should I say used to be. Where the kitchen used to stand was now just a whole that lead straight through to the hanger on the other side. I stood as still as the ship would let me and could only stare and hope that Landon hadn’t been inside. I shook my head trying to get the horrible scenarios out of my head and continued my run for the upper deck. When I got to the upper deck I stopped and looked around hearing the semi-Silence. The cannons from the other ship had stopped but everyone on the upper deck was racing around trying to reload cannons and fix major problems with the ship or attempting to take care of the injured. I immediately started my search for Aya. Aya is the captain of the ship she is the one who tells people what they need to be doing and when it needs to get done so I just had to find someone bossing other people around. I ran around the entire upper deck looking for Aya but couldn’t find her anywhere. I headed for the bridge next. When I got there, I flung the door open and saw Aya standing at the wheel of the ship attempting to steer us away from the other ship “Aya, what can I do to help?” she stayed silent for a few minutes “We can do nothing. He will try to send this ship to hell. He is not a good man. He intends to kill everyone here.” She continued to stare out the window and watch the sky. “Why? Why does he hate us so much?” “He does not hate us. He hates me. When I was, young I pillage more than I do now. I pillaged his town and killed his family and his friends. He got away. He is the captain of the Black Shark, Eli Biggs. He is the worst pirate of the skies.” I could only stand there and shake my head. “Aya you should be trying harder. You care about this ship so much why are you going to let one person take all of that away from you?” I walked away and towards the door. “You know Aya I expected more from an amazing captain like you. I expected you to fight for your ship and try to prove that you’re the better captain. If you won’t do anything I will.” I pulled the door open and went back out onto the deck and then ran towards the stairs heading back to the hanger. When I got down to the hanger I found one of the flyers. I stepped on and strapped the belt around my waist and started it up. The fans on the underside of the craft started and I hovered about a foot off of the ground. I eased forward until I was right at the hanger door. I huffed and was about to lower the craft to go and open the door. Right before I hit the ground the door opened. I looked over towards the lever that opened the door. “Thank you, Sam! I’m going to try and stop all of this.” Sam just nodded. I took off out the door once it was fully open. I headed straight for the enemy ship the upper deck specifically. The closer I got to the ship the louder the gunfire became and the louder the cannons became as well. It shattered the silence that had surrounded the world ten minutes ago. When I landed on the ship everyone instantly turned their heads towards me. Oops, time to make a run for it. I jumped off of the flyer and ran towards the bridge slamming the door open. Inside I saw the person I could only assume was the captain. He stood facing the front of the ship watching the sky. He heard the door slam open and turned his head towards me. He had a look of disgust. I slammed the door closed behind me and locked it. “What is a pest like you doing on my ship.” I was frozen in place. His voice was as cold as ice and his stare was like piercing daggers. “Oh, you’re one of Aya’s little henchmen aren’t you. She sent a little girl to do her bidding” He turned completely facing me. The weight of both the pistol and the dagger in my belt felt reassuring yet frightening. “No she didn’t send anyone I came here on my own. I’m going to stop you in whatever way I can. I know why you want to kill Aya but she has changed. She isn’t killing people anymore.” I tried to defend Aya but I was lying. I didn’t know that much about Aya. I have no idea if she has changed or not. She could still be the same person she was. I wasn’t here for Aya though, I was here for Landon and Sam and every other Skyscraper on that ship. “Well then you wasted a trip. You wanted to be the hero in this story but you know you can’t be. The minute you injure or kill me everyone on the ship will be out for your head. You are in a competition of 200 to 1. You will lose. So, why don’t I help you and just take care of you here.” My eyes widened and I backed up pressing my back against the door. I trapped myself in here. I’m going to die in here. I pulled my pistol out and aimed it at him. He ran forward and I pulled the trigger. He managed to dodge it and grab my gun from me. I gasped and my eyes went wide. He pulled the trigger and I heard the bang. I didn’t feel anything for a second and I though he missed. Then I felt a red hot burning in my side. I looked down and saw a blossoming of red. “Welcome to the competition in which there are more players than just you.” He picked me up by my throat and walked to the front of the bridge to the window. I’m going to die here. I thought I could stop him but was out smarted. I guess Aya was right. There wasn’t anything I could do, but at least I tried. “You lose” He threw me forward and I hit the window. It shattered on impact and I fell through plummeting to the ground the was thousands of miles below. Free falling is an interesting feeling. The wind rushing past you and the clouds slowly getting closer to you. I wasn’t screaming. I really couldn’t right now I was in shock. I was just shot and thrown out a window to fall to my death. This was it I was going to hit the ground and I’m going to die if the blood loss doesn’t get me first. I angled my body so my back was facing the ground and I was watching the two ships. I started thinking about the regrets of my life, how cheesy. I didn’t tell my mother goodbye before I came onto the ship. I didn’t get to see my siblings grow up. I didn’t get to follow my life dreams. This isn’t the right time for me to die but there isn’t anything I can do about it now. Who knows maybe Aya will remember me. Her airship isn’t plummeting to the ground like she thought just me. I passed through a cloud and then another finally realizing the weather had changed while I had been on the enemy ship. It was cloudy and grey outside now. Funny how the weather changed to fit the circumstance. I closed my eyes and listened to the air whistle past my ears. “Althea!” my eyes shot open and I started searching the sky. Landon was trying to follow on one of the flyers “Althea I’m gonna help you but I need to slow you down first or I won’t be able to catch up to you. Catch this.” He threw a backpack towards me. I watched it sail through the air and towards me but it was going to miss if I didn’t move. I have to move. Move! I stretched my arm out to try and grab the bag my fingers just barely grazing it. I flipped over and tucked my arms by my sides speeding up my fall just a bit and getting closer to the bag. I wrapped my fingers around the strap and pulled it closer to me. I pulled the straps and buckled everything. With the speed that I’m going this is going to hurt. I pulled the cord and the parachute flew out jerking me back hard and knocking the wind out of my lungs and it felt like it was tearing into my side where I was shot. Landon slowly came up beside me and held a hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me on the flyer and as soon as my feet touched the floor I pulled the parachute off and strapped into the flyer. “Are you okay–not drastically bleeding or anything?” I started to shake my head no when my vision went fuzzy and I fell to my knees. “No Althea just hang on for a few….” I don’t really know what he said next. The pain became too much and I passed out When I regained consciousness, I was lying in a room much more lavish than my own, both on the ship and at home. The room was decorated in red’s and golds with jewels hanging on hooks on the walls. The closet was off to my right where I could see a deep burgundy ankle long coat. This must be the captains room. I started to close my eyes again but the door opened and I looked and saw Landon and Aya come in “Althea your awake” Landon moved closer and sat next to the bed and sat on the floor. “How are you feeling?” Aya asked while walking to the other side of the bed “Well besides the burning pain in my side not to terrible considering I was just thrown off of a ship.” Landon chuckled and Aya just stood the and watched “You should not have done that” I sighed “Yes I know Aya but what was I supposed to do let everyone else on the ship die or have it plummet to the ground.” She just shook her head and walked out “She was afraid of losing you.” Landon said as he got up from the floor to sit on the edge of the bed. “So was I. Why did you do that?” I sighed and tried to sit up succeeding after a minute “I wanted to do it because I saw that the kitchen was destroyed and I thought you were inside when if happened. I also didn’t want to have the entire ship plummet.” I said looking in a corner of the room so I didn’t have to look at him. “Althea are you saying you like me. I had no idea” Landon said sarcastically “Shut up. I just didn’t want to see you hurt okay” Landon smiled and hugged me “I’m not so there. No more dangerous stunts.” I smiled and hugged him back “Alright fine” Little did he know that would only be my first of many dangerous stunts that I pulled. Anything from jumping off of our own ship to standing in the way of firing pistols to almost breaking my hands in the engine. To say I had a knack for putting myself in dangerous situations would be an understatement. The dangerous situations just seemed to find me. Despite all of that I still managed to live another five years before Landon and I got married. We still live on that wonderful airship with Aya and Sam and everyone else. We both could never part from it and I don’t think we ever will.

#first time writer #still new to this

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