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abizarreyodelingincident · 3 years

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Braaaaaaains...

Jason Todd is legally – and biologically – dead. His family noted his lack of pulse at three in the morning, inside the cave, his body laid out on a table with medical instruments.

No, really, tell him something he doesn't know.

What else crawls out of a grave moaning and groaning?

Or, Jason thought his family full of the world's greatest detectives was smarter than this. Apparently not.

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It had been an ordinary night. Calm. The stage for very little costumed crime and barely more regular, non-insane crime as well. Half the menagerie that made up Dick's loving ragtag bunch of younger siblings had even taken the night off.

Nothing should have make him arrive to silence this thick, to this faint echo of sniffling.

He sprinted after the noise.

Damian's fine, left before me. Duke didn't go out, nor did Steph. Babs spent the evening with Cass in the cave, Tim swept the bowery and said he was going to stop by Jason's place to-

He collided with a shaking, tear stained Tim right outside the medbay.

There was a body on the closest table. Others around it, crying, pacing, muttering in denial.

Dick couldn't look.

No, no, please, please no. I can't do that again. I can't!

Scarred skin, too pale – to be Duke or Cass – by death. His breath hitched. No. He. Fuck.

He knew those scars. Those arms. That chest and that fucking Y from navel to shoulders.

“Dick! Jason... he was... I found him in his apartment. And I brought him to the cave... but... Jason doesn't have a pulse. He's... cold...”

Dick stumbled.

No.

No, no, no, that... that couldn't be real.

He caught himself on his little brother. Brought himself into a hug too tight, as painful as the arms gripping his ribs and back. A grip meant for a lifesaving light at sea. For a safeline over a ravine.

Twice. He'd lost the same brother twice. And this time, he didn't even have the excuse of inexperience and unstable situations. He... he patrolled the city whilst his brother was dead, completely oblivious to the fact. How could he? How dare he not know?!

“Shh, Tim, I'm here. I'm here.” But not for Jason, whispered a vicious part of him.

“What's all this?”

Dick's heart just about stopped.

Damian stood at the entrance to the lockers' room, uniform folded under one arm, hair slightly damp from a shower and Bat-themed pajamas worn without shame. His mild annoyance was proof he had no idea of the drama that had happened not twenty feet from him.

With reluctance, he let go of Tim, a gentle hand lingering on his shoulder, before he took a few steps toward his youngest, most vulnerable brother.

“D-Dami, I... ” Damn it, he had to be the one to tell Damian about this. Because otherwise, the person to break the news would be Bruce, and-

Shit.

Bruce.

Oh God. How could they possibly tell him- ? After all their fights, the goddamned shattering that had broken the man he had been, and their last conversations even being more admonishment about protocols that Jason had flippantly disregarded. Bruce would never recover. That was it. The end of Batman.

...But first, God he hated himself, wanted to just curl up in a corner and forget everything, first he had a young brother he needed to talk to. One... one little brother less than just this afternoon.

“Jason... ” He swallowed, his throat tight, his heart in denial, the words so damning, but needing to be said. “Jason did not make it. He... he's dead.”

Damian stayed thoughtfully silent.

Not... not the tearful reaction he had expected, but Damian had grown up surrounded by so much death and horror that he would obviously be guarded. And oh, Dick's heart went to his baby brother, and he truly wished he could

“I do not understand. Why such theatrics for the zombie?”

Dick gasped, knowledge warring with the flash of anger.

“Damian! He's our brother!”

“Did he lose his head?” Damian demanded, and Dick's mind buckled.

“Huh, no, but that doesn't have anything to d-”

“Then, why are you acting so weirdly emotional, Richard?”

Before Dick's temper could catch up to his mouth, the longest and most painful-sounding gasp erupted from the medbay, where, to the general shock of all, Jason's gray-ish body shot upward with both his arms raised.

Electroshocks didn't make you jolt like that.

Electroshocks, in fact, remained in their kit on the other side of the medbay, unused. Because Jason had seemingly been dead long before he had been brought to the cave.

That was roughly the moment when Dick's brain caught up with the first of many hints. Latched onto it with a fool's hope.

“... Damian... When you were calling Jason a 'zombie', what did you mean?”

Damian's brows scrunched up together, a look he meant to be intimidating, but had more in common with a disgruntled kitten. “Exactly that, Richard. Do we not have files on zombies in the computer? Dead bodies walking about animated by unholy powers?”

Jason's not- Dick forced the half formed thought to a halt. For once, he rather wanted to be very, very wrong in how he perceived his family.

“What's with all the noise? Can't someone try to sleep like the dead without screaming?” Jason groused. “Should have gotten myself buried ag-OOF!”

“JASON!” screamed the hysterical teenager that had launched himself at a very lively dead body.

“Huhh? Hi, Timmy?” Jason said blearily, ruffling Tim's hair, eyebags suspiciously prominent. “... Fear gas?”

The blinking slowed, the fog of sleep drifting away as he silently begged the rest of them for an answer.

Happily provided by a still crying Tim. “I thought you were gone!”

“What is dead may never die,” Jason quipped, his mouth twisting in that cocksure grin from his Robin days.

And Dick wanted nothing more than to stop right there, pass out from the relief and joy of his little brother being alive and kicking, but...

But...

That joke. One of many morbidly unfunny jokes and puns.

Bone-deep fatigue crushed his back. A bitter curse for whatever higher forces messing with them echoed strongly inside his skull, before he gave in to the inevitable and inhaled a few times for patience.

“Jason. We thought you were dead-dead.”

With prickly, hedgehog style affection, Jason pushed Tim back and stood up, stretching. “Come off it, Goldie. I wasn't even decapitated. I mean, if you were really worried, you could have just called a necromancer or something.” His expression hardened. “But if you ever call a necromancer on my ass, I'll shoot your perfect glutes.”

Yup, yup, yup, this is happening.

Tim finally wiped the rest of the tears away, helped by one of Stephanie's handkerchiefs, when he froze. “Wait. Your skin's still pale as a corpse.”

The flicker of amusement in Jason's eyes killed it for Dick.

God, how could they have all been this idiotic? If Wally ever learned about this – Shit, did Roy and Kory know before him?!

They were going to laugh their asses off at him.

Jason, unaware of the world recalibration happening in his poor big brother's mind, shrugged and rolled his shoulders – who creaked suspiciously loudly, more like rusty hinges than normal body parts. “Eh, I'm just a bit hungry. Nothing a meal or two won't fix and get some blood flowing back under my s-”

“You're a zombie.”

They turned toward him.

“Way to cross the finish line on time, Mister Rabbit,” Jason drawled.

Barbara, for once, looked completely unprepared. “A zombie,” she repeated, dazed.

Stephanie's nervous giggle died out when she noticed the lack of humor. “... No!”

Cassandra furiously looked down, muttering in her fist. Duke, by contrast, had the expression of a person stuck in a very awkward nightmare.

Even Jason's good-natured ribbing faded in when faced only with the distant screeched of bats. “... Hm, guys, bats, roostery, parasites and octopi? This is old news. What's with all the... ”

He vaguely gestured at their faces.

“Old news?” Tim rasped like he was being strangled.

“I came back from the dead years ago! Come on! Am I in a parallel universe? Hey, Demon Brat,” Jason called, baffled, “you knew, right? I didn't imagine that, right?!”

“Of course, Todd. Mother informed me of everything. Besides, Grandfather's interest in your state of being was of interest for a few weeks. How could I have been ignorant about your zombified state of being?”

In the corner of his eyes, Dick noticed Tim's, Barbara's and Cassandra's expressions all pinching in displeasure. In a way, Dick was reassured. He hadn't been the target of a family-wide hoax to discredit him as an attentive and loving eldest brother. No, he was just naturally blind, apparently.

“He knew?” Tim growled, like it was a personal failing of the fabric of time and space.

Damian's tone was the exact opposite. “And none of you realized...?”

Dick squirmed. “I... huh... you see...”

His baby brother eyed him, completely unimpressed, and for once after years of partnership, Dick felt he deserved every single ounce of it.

“I see... I shall reevaluate the value of this 'detective training' I've been given if this is the result then,” he said, the nearest thing to completely disavowing his older siblings without saying so.

In other circumstances, perhaps the others would have demanded that Damian stay and explain, but he suspected the quelling look it would have deserved prevented them. Not one of them spoke until Damian had disappeared upstairs and the elevator doors had closed.

“Jason, since when have you been a zombie?”

Jason blinked, jaw hanging. Juuuust enough for some of the scar tissue on his face to stretch past normal. Why did Dick only notice that now?

“Wait, you're all serious? How could you not know? I told you guys!”

And there was Dick's pride rearing its ugly head, because no, no he had not been told and maybe his deductive skills needed a very complete overhaul, but his memory was still excellent!

“You never said that. Heck, we weren't even talking until two years ago!”

“I literally told you all that I crawled out of my grave by myself, groaning the entire time. No experiment, no Lazarus Pit, just a body waking up in its own coffin and deciding to breathe fresh air. Does that not scream 'zombie' to you?”

They cringed.

“Not the only one that returned from beyond,” Babs mumbled. He could see her pull up the mental list right there.

“I greeted you all last meeting with a 'What's up, my bat folks? It's me, your favorite zombie!'. What did you think that meant?”

“That you're an asshole with a morbid sense of humor?” Stephanie quipped, and Jason momentarily paused his indignation to high five her. Fair's fair.

“Okay, but what about that time I got shot in the chest and I told you all not to worry about it?”

“I just figured you were going to get stitched up by Leslie or yourself, you know, regular bat neuroses,” Tim confessed.

Dick made a mental note to keep a much closer eye on Tim's patrols for the next few months.

“From a bullet chest wound?” Jason asked with an incredulousness that was not at all earned, because he was a freaking zombie!

“I thought your armor had blocked it! The hole wasn't bleeding!” Tim protested, cheeks red and tone defensive.

“Well, yeah,” Jason replied. “I don't bleed. It's like some fruit pulp or something. Ain't coming out if you don't press. My heart's not pumping.”

That's a 'nevermind' on the smoothie I saved for after patrol.

“Well, I know that now,” Tim said.

“I feel like I should write it down on the plaque or something,” Jason still sounded amazed, and might have pinched his arm just to be sure he hadn't been daydreaming, “Like, 'a good soldier AND A VERY DISCRETE ZOMBIE!' in big flaming letters. With a spotlight. And a dictionary opened on 'Zombie' or 'Undead'. You know, just in case the next batbrat to come along needs a few subtle hints about my true nature. What'd you think, Dick?”

He could not have been blushing harder than he currently was. “I think shut up.”

“Of course. What about when I shoved my deadly cold toes at Tim under a blanket?”

“Cold feet.”

“Never eating around you guys?”

“Daddy issues with Bruce,” Barbara deadpanned, and got a sock thrown at her for her honesty.

However, Duke, poor kid, turned green. “Wait, so when you offered me some jellied brain... was that not a death joke?”

Dick's stomach spontaneously shrivelled.

By the grimaces and sharp inhales all around, that was a common reaction.

Then the worst possible thing happened: Jason grinned.

He strutted, all confidence and brashness, and viper-quick, snatched an arm around Duke's shoulder. “Narrows, Nightlight, my tiny bitsy bro, everything I do is a death joke. My very existence laughs at death.”

Inside the batcave, the groaning was long-suffering and shameful.

“But that was actually brains,” Duke countered.

“Yeah. Calf brains. It's a delicacy.”

Tim massaged his forehead. What a mood.

Duke narrowed his eyes. “It was purely for the joke, wasn't it?”

Jason patted him on the back so hard Duke faltered. “One tragically wasted on your obtuse mind. I prefer me some Tête fromagée instead. Less like grainy jello.”

Stone-faced, Barbara wheeled herself toward the batcomputer. There, upon a series of quick clicks, she opened up the Bats's files. “Alright, you had your fun. Do you need to eat brains or are you just the world's least funny meathead?”

“I'm the world's most misunderstood vigilante!” Jason loudly protested, milking their pain for all it was worth. And then some. “But yeah, I do. No grey matter in there” -- he tapped his belly -- “no thinking up here.” -- his skull.

“Need some better quality brains then,” Tim stage-whispered to Stephanie.

Cass pointed the finger at Jason. “No killing for brains.”

Jason's good humor flickered with a flash of green. “Ain't ever done it, never will. It's a matter of morals, not hunger, Cass.”

Dick swooped in that minefield before it exploded.

“Great! Proud of you, Jay! You're the good kind of vegetarian zombie,” he said, putting an arm around his ginormous little brother's shoulders.

Wait a minute...

“Hey, you're older than when you died! Zombies don't age.”

“No, I was thrown into a Lazarus Pit, and the evil waters cured the malnutrition-induced delay on my growth. Haven't aged a day since.”

“I just thought you had a weird babyface thing going on,” Tim said.

Jason's grin turned sardonic. “Quite the opposite, Timber.”

Dick put his head in his hands in some vain attempt to prevent his brain from leaking through his ears. With his luck, his little brother would 'playfully' eat some of it. “There's no way you look this rugged at biologically sixteen! I refuse to believe that.”

“Can you imagine my power if I'd been allowed to reach my full potential?” Jason leered, eyebrows waggling like waves in a sea at storm. “So many heart attacks.”

Barbara and Cassandra exchanged a silent look, and, after a solemn nod, Cassandra reached up to slap Jason upside the head.

“Thank you, Cassandra,” Barbara told her. “Jason, never do such a thing again.”

The disgruntled groan that followed must have been on purpose, because Jay was indeed an asshole.

“Besides, it's not like the world will ever know,” Tim said, cutting, a smirk hiding by his hand.

Dick really thought his little brother was far too relaxed upon learning that Jason was one with the undead. Sure, they had all encountered various levels of zombies during their missions, from all sorts of oral traditions and cultures, alien viruses and hidden nanobots piloting meat puppets. It wasn't even classified as a nation-wide crisis to encounter free-roaming zombies. But since the chronically unalive individual in question was one of their own, Dick felt he was owed at least a whole evening of frazzled panic and incomprehension for once.

“Oh?” Stephanie instead asked, sensing blood.

Tim shrugged. “Well, you know, no pulse, no blood flow,” he said with an angled eyebrow nodding at Jason's crotch

Stunned silence followed, their expressions varying from disgust, horror, unholy glee and, from Jason himself, wide-eyed shock that his shrimp of a little brother had had the balls to assimilate the zombieness fast enough to mock him for him.

Dick prayed for patience. For fortitude. And for an alternate timeline where he was an only child.

Why, for all the love of cotton candy and professional uncriminal clowns, did Tim put THAT image of Jason inside their brains? What had he done, him, a loving model for all of society, to suffer like this?

Maybe if he asked nicely, Jason would eat the image out of his head. He owed Dick that much after this clusterfuck of a conversation.

“Ooooooooh,” Stephanie crooned, miming getting dunked on. With acrobatics.

Jason huffed. “Like I was ever interested in the first place. I ain't Dick.”

“Okay, no slut shaming or virgin shaming, in fact, no shaming at all, please. In this house, we accept all sexualities, but we don't give out raunchy details about any of it, I only have so much brain bleach.”

“Share?” Duke pleaded in a whisper.

Oh, I wish I could, you young innocent soul.

A few beeps turned their attention back to Barbara and the batcomputer. “Well, that's one long overdue update to Jason's files. Anyone else want to share their 'obvious' medical condition?”

“Excuse you, being dead is not a medical condition.”

“I will make you wish for the peace of the grave, Jason.”

Droplets dripped from nearby stalactites.

A few bats flew overhead.

Jason turned to them like nothing had been said.

“Right. That was fun. Best night of my month. Can't wait to tell the Outlaws.”

Dick resigned himself to a series of unflattering texts by the absolute dickheads that were his second family. He could already tell the messages would blow up his phone to the Moon. 'You didn't know your brother that came back from the dead is a zombie?!'

“Have mercy and wait tomorrow morning?”

That smile could have been great or terrible. “You're lucky I'm in a spectacularly good mood, Dick.”

He had lifted his leg over his bike's seat when Duke was struck by genuine worry.

“Wait. Does Bruce know?”

Jason barked out a laugh.

“Of course he does! God knows he's got some massive blind spots, but he's obsessive, paranoid and I find subcutaneous trackers on me every week. No way he didn't get the hint before now.”

But, as his gaze went over the rest of them, his good cheer dimmed, his grin slipping off his face as surely as a bit of decayed flesh.

“... Right?”

#fanfic #Jason Todd #Zombie Jason Todd #Dick Grayson #Batsiblings

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crystalirises · 3 years

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The World Moved On, but You're Stuck in the Past

Ah yes, Villain Dream who does not see himself as a villain my beloved <333 Honestly, I'm not really sure what Dream and Wilbur's current evil (are they still villains??? Dream probably not cause the poor guy got tortured oof and maybe not Wilbur cause... I don’t know, is he being evil??? Is he okay??? I don’t know what these characters are up to) plans so just... have this flimsy idea cause I don't know what they're planning XD

TW: Mentioned Blood, Implied Murder, Villain Dream who does not realize he's the villain and so justifies the crimes he did, and Insane Revived Wilbur Soot

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/80235868

He was free.

Wilbur was the first face he saw once he took his first step into the outside world, splatters of green blood decorated the obsidian floor and walls. The revived man was standing with a sword, leaning against it while he waved Dream over with a smile. He tried not to be disgusted by him.

“How does the sun feel on your skin? I remember the day you brought me back, the sun was rising in the distance and I never felt so alive. It’s good to be back, right Dream?” He met the man’s eyes, those dark pools seemingly darker than the day that he had died. He still looked like he’d just recently gotten out of Limbo, and Dream had no doubt that the man had been neglecting his own care. He could only hope that he didn’t have to drag the man’s ass out of Limbo again due to his own negligence. Besides, Wilbur had a point. He looked down at his fingers, basking in the sunlight that shone down upon them. It felt nice against his cheek. “The warden had been difficult to fight but, I guess I just got lucky. You know, I made a new country.”

“D-did… you?” He coughed, pressing a hand against his mouth. It had been so long since he’d spoken. He felt cool glass touch his skin, glancing over to see that Wilbur was handing him a water bottle. Dream didn’t hesitate to snatch it from the man’s hand, drinking the water quickly even if it meant he’d had to pause every now and then just to cough. He hadn’t had clean water in a while. Wilbur watched him with narrowed eyes, a smile on his face before Dream noticed what the man was now holding. His mask. He reached out to grab it. “Another L’Manburg—?”

“L’Manburg is now a fucking crater.” He flinched, a memory of Quackity flashing in his mind. His scars still stung, even if he was used to the pain. Wilbur pressed the mask against his hand, rolling his eyes while a sneer stretched across his face. “This new country will be better. It will.”

“... if you say so…”

“But, let’s not get on the wrong foot here. We’re friends now, allies even, right Dream? You brought me back from that shithole and I paid my dues by setting you free? But who’s to say that our little friendship should stop there, hm? Y-you know? I-I mean you’re all alone now, like me.” Dream gritted his teeth at the reminder, his hands curling into fists. How far he’d come. Now he was at the bottom with Wilbur Soot of all people. No best friends to hang out with. No mother to cry to. No fiance to love and hold. And all because of children who couldn’t realize their place in his world. “So I was thinking. You need a place to stay, hm? Well, why not stay with me!”

He raised a brow at the suggestion. Allies with Wilbur? And with a country involved? That was not going to end well. Dream glanced over at the prison, his throat drying and his knees buckling under the weight of his fears. He didn’t care for Wilbur, but what choice did he have? “Deal.”

“Good man!” He recoiled when Wilbur wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Wilbur’s stare stayed on him for a while longer, and Dream could already tell what he was thinking. He scowled at the thought. He didn’t need the man’s pity. So what if he was thinner? He could still beat the resurrected fool in armed combat. “Y-you know, Quackity has his own nation too.”

“I know.” Las Nevadas, he’d heard Quackity mention it before, and even the warden had mentioned it once. Wilbur had a determined look in his eye, a dark one that Dream knew all too well. Except somehow he felt that they had swapped roles, Dream had directed Wilbur to cause L’Manberg’s destruction, and now Wilbur was directing him. He sighed but followed after the madman. It wasn’t like he had anything else on his schedule. But he wasn’t sure if he could even face Quackity after… Dream placed the mask over his face. He would not let Wilbur see his worry or his doubts. He needed an ally, especially now more than ever, even if it meant having to help Wilbur in the destruction of another nation. “What plan of attack are you proposing? What did Quackity do against you? I will join you Wilbur but I would like to hear an explanation first.”

“He didn’t want me in his nation.” And oh how the world changes. Dream tried not to scoff at the ridiculous answer. He’d felt the same way when L’Manburg was made, who was he to judge a clearly unstable man? Wilbur had stretched out his arms, resting them against the back of his head like a man who had nothing to stress about. Dream didn’t like how it felt to stand next to him. He felt short, weak. He clenched his teeth together, feeling them grind against each other. Dream could only hope that Wilbur didn’t make him his lackey. He would kill the man and send him back to Limbo if he so much used Dream like that. “He let Purpled, Sam, Foolish, and some weird slime monster into his nation. He… he even stole my son from me… the fucking asshole.”

Fundy was with…

“You created a new nation to spite him?” Dream looked away, wishing that he had his old lime jacket instead of the dirty prisoner outfit that he wore. The warden had made sure that the uniform didn’t come with pockets… after the first incident. “Must you get into another conflict?”

Dream stopped listening once Wilbur began his tirade on Las Nevadas and how he wanted a rivalry with Quackity. He didn’t care for the resurrected man’s shenanigans. Dream was free, and that was all he needed Wilbur for. Getting a home and an ally were added bonuses. He nodded along, pretending to listen while his mind drifted to what Wilbur had mentioned. Fundy was in Las Nevadas, and he sided with Quackity. His heart began to beat even faster in his chest, an ache spreading over his entire body. How long has it been since he’d even last seen his fiance?

He should pay him a visit.

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“Should I add breaking and entering into your list of crimes or should I message Sam and let him see for himself?” Those weren’t the first words he had expected to hear once he’d managed to sneak into Fundy’s little cabin. He had tried knocking, a lot, but nobody had come to the door. Dream had checked through one of the windows and had found Fundy curled up in bed. He hadn’t come there to talk… not really. He just wanted to see Fundy again. The fox hybrid glared at him from the end of the small bedroom, his claws out while he clambered to a sitting position. His eyes were narrowed into slits, and Dream only had a second to realize why Fundy hadn’t begun to growl at him. There was a baby fox hybrid next to Fundy, but they were fast asleep. “Get the fuck out of my house. Don’t think I won’t hesitate to call the warden on your ass.”

“I wanted to see you.” Fundy rolled his eyes at his words, shaking his head before plopping back down on the bed, careful not to actually disturb the sleeping kid. Dream tried to keep himself from prying, but it was hard not to. He hadn’t seen his fiance in so long, and now that he has, there’s a lot of details to take note of. For one, Fundy was living in a cabin far away from where anyone could find him. There were dark circles underneath his eyes, and despite being threatened, Dream had noticed the fox hybrid’s sluggish movements. The way his eyes seemed to blink open and close like he was processing that Dream was really in front of him. Not to mention, Fundy had a kid. When did that happen? “Wilbur broke me out a few weeks ago—”

“Why?” He stopped, glancing over at Fundy who had curled up again, a hand resting on the back of the kid’s head. Fundy’s eyes were closed, his breath harsh and filled with controlled rage. Dream leaned back against the wall, shoes scraping against the floor while he adjusted his mask. He used to be comfortable not wearing his mask around Fundy, but now, he couldn’t even fathom what they were to each other. He swallowed down the bitter taste in his throat. He did what he had to. No matter what he had to lose in the end. Still. Seeing Fundy this way, seeing the world move on without him, it felt like he had been drenched in lava. How dare everyone move on? Did his words mean nothing? Did his actions mean nothing? Had they not thought of what he had meant at all? Everyone moved on, and didn’t bother to listen to him. Fundy had turned to glare at him, a tired yet furious look in his gaze. “Why the fuck would you bring Wilbur back?”

“I needed someone to help me escape from prison. Wilbur would have done anything if I’d asked him to—” He jumped before a pillow could slam into his face, glancing over at Fundy whose glare hadn’t wavered. He wasn’t sure if it was his reflexes or Fundy’s exhaustion that saved him from getting hit. Dream sighed, placing a hand against his chest. This is why he hadn’t wanted to talk. He wasn’t a fool, he knew how his own fiance would react to him being free. “None of you would have helped me, anyway. Wilbur was my safest option. Besides, I memorized the revival book and I wanted to see if it worked. I know Eret and Phil tried to bring Wilbur back before—”

“You’re playing god again. I’m not surprised, you’ve always been like this, haven’t you?”

“What…?” Dream glanced over at Fundy, slowly moving to pick up the pillow that had been thrown his way. He handed it over to his fiance who quickly grabbed it from him. “I don’t…”

“Since the start, we’ve all been puppets in this game of yours, haven’t we?” He watched Fundy hug the pillow closer to his chest, the fox hybrid burying his face. Maybe he couldn’t stand to even look at him. “This whole world, our lives, we were just dolls for you to play and discard once you’ve gotten bored. Wilbur had been the perfect doll, doing what you wanted in the end. Tommy is your least favorite, isn’t he? Since he’s always getting in your way? You hate him.”

“I hate the trouble he’s caused.” He huffed. It felt like no one really understood him. Dream leaned back against the wall, knowing that the longer he stayed near Fundy, the higher the chance he’d get his mask scratched. “Tommy’s with Wilbur over at his new nation. He’s untouchable if I want to keep my alliance with Wilbur, but I believe that I might be able to co—”

“You’re still the same Dream who got imprisoned, glad to know you haven’t changed a bit. Gods, what did I ever fucking see in you…” That stung. Dream glanced over but Fundy had chosen to lay back down again, nuzzling his chin on top of the younger fox hybrid’s head. A part of him couldn’t help but envy the display, wondering if he and Fundy would be married if he had only succeeded and hadn’t been imprisoned. Whose kid even was that? Dream stood up, catching Fundy’s attention again. In a better world, he could have shown everyone that he had been in the right. Then his best friends would still be his friends. Then his mother would still see him as her duckling. Then his fiance would have still married him and they could be living in a quaint cabin together. “What was I to you Dream? I was a puppet too, I know, but what role was I suppose—”

“I want you back.” He hadn’t meant to say that, but it was too late. He was only glad that his face was covered by the mask. Fundy stared at him, an incredulous look morphing across his face with every second that ticked by. He watched Fundy pull the kid closer to himself, like he was scared of… of what Dream would do. “Can’t we try again? I could show you my intentions. I-I could convince you why I’m in the right. We-we could work together! We don’t need Wilbur or Tommy, it could just be us! Everyone’s moving on, and everyone’s changing, so why can’t we try again? This would be a new chapter in our lives. Please. Please, come with me. Please, star.”

“You hurt my dad. You hurt my uncle. And now you’re asking me to go with you?”

Fundy laughed, shaking his head. “Fuck you.”

The fox hybrid sighed, turning away from him. “Get out before I call the warden.”

A heavy air fell over the room.

Dream sighed, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Fundy. Goodbye.”

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Yogurt, you are there in spirit

AKA sleeping while dads argue in front of you

#dream dsmp #wilbur soot #fundy #fundywastaken #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp

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bastardsunlight · 3 years

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My buddy over at @sxvethelastdance is doing some deep dive shit on the subject of Liu Kang’s faith in all his iterations—95, games, 2021—so I decided “hey why don’t I do that too?” because I also desire to be one of The Cool Kids™. This is in no way meant to be taken as gospel truth or whatever. It’s mostly for me own records, headcanons-wise, and just kind of a character-building exercise since Lao has become one of my more active/sought-after muses of late. I’ll hide it under a cut because it’s liable to get long

Like my S C H L O N G [cue pornbot invasion]

PS THIS IS GOING TO BE ABOUT MORE THAN JUST HIS FAITH BECAUSE A LOT OF THAT WILL COME FROM UPBRINGING/FAMILY AND WILL ALSO FOCUS ON HIS PERSONALITY AND THE INS/OUTS OF IT

For our purposes (and like, in reality because I DO respect authorial intent to some extent), Shaolin Monks isn’t canon, like at all. Someone had a fever dream and Liu Kang/Kung Lao were bimbos for a few hours. Okay they’re still kind of like that, god bless ‘em, but you get the idea. AIGHT now that’s out the way, let’s get this cue ball rolling.

Okay for starters, games Lao because well he’s only ever appeared in the games (and we don’t usually talk about Legacy Because OOF middle-aged Liu Kang with a hot topic sweater and anger issues—Liu Kangst. You’re welcome [plays a high G on the nearest piano]).

Kung Lao comes from a long, distinguished family who has always contributed to the order of light—they’re founding members, all that stuff. They did not build the academy itself, but the Order started with the Great Kung Lao. OUR Kung Lao is the fulfillment of a prophecy, some vague old thing that told of an ancestor who would carry the “spirit of the Great Kung Lao”. They figure reincarnation, which is a reasonable assumption. If that’s true or not, only Fire God Liu Kang and Lord Raiden know, because they’re the only ones to have met him in person. Whatever the case, Kung Lao is born with the ability to call spirits and channel their energy, their “pressure” to do a variety of things, including teleport, an ability that thankfully did not come until later—can you imagine a teleporting toddler? Good god.

The entire Kung line is blessed with some spiritual power, here and there. Kung Lao is off the charts. His mother, a short time before his birth, has a dream where the GKL came to her and said “this is the one”. He is reaching out to his ancestor from the Realm of the Honored Dead, knowing full well that the once-a-generation tournament is not far off and feeling the pull to Lao like some kind of magnet or doorway. Kung Lao is the strongest spirit-channeler the Kung family has ever seen. His parents therefore name him Lao and with the name comes a great and terrible burden.

He is, naturally, chosen as the generational tithe to the Wu-Shi academy and, naturally, the Order of Light. This is a case of being raised in the faith, knowing little else, but being sharp enough to question some things. Obviously, as a kid, he doesn’t question—he just learns and obeys, trains under various masters, etc. Sometime during his younger years, an orphan shows up at the temple and, being a charitable organization, the elders of the temple take him in and name the boy Liu Kang. Liu and Lao become fast friends and the elders are, of course, pleased as punch to see the Kung’s legacy being a good influence on someone like Liu Kang who, unbeknownst to anyone but them (and Raiden), is the blood of Onaga and in possession of a terrible power himself. It does not occur to them that Lao will not be chosen by the god of thunder to be Earthrealm’s champion. Everyone at the academy trains for this purpose, but in THIS generation, no one even questions that it will be Lao.

Kung Lao is extremely gifted, rarely has to study, hardly tries on all exams and new techniques and masters the strange and deadly weapon that is his signature with relatively few injuries. Combining that with his abilities to move spiritual force and teleport and he is a shoe-in. His faith in the Elder Gods is more of a background hum, at this point and, though he has met Lord Raiden, his faith there, too, is hardly a thought. It’s just part of his life. As anyone who grows up in a faith could tell you, the routines become like breathing.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao grow side-by-side as best friends, confidants, troublemakers (though Lao is absolutely the one cutting class), and, as they grow older and into themselves, lovers.

The first time Kung Lao’s faith comes to the forefront and really shakes is when Lord Raiden choses Liu Kang to be his champion for Mortal Kombat. There is the initial shock, of course, and then there is fear. Mortal Kombat has killed very Earthrealm champion, without exception, since the Great Kung Lao’s second attempt. The legends of Prince Goro are written in the forbidden texts of the academy’s library and naturally, the shaolin rowdy boys have broken in and read them all. Kung Lao meditates for hours, wondering what he did wrong. He is never, at any point, resentful toward Liu Kang himself, who has always been an unfailingly loyal friend, a humble monk, an excellent student, and has, with hard work and perseverance, excelled in HIS classes as well.

The more he considers it, the more his faith in the Elder Gods is shaken—if it was ever terribly solid in the first place. More than that, he begins to mistrust Raiden. Kung Lao determines that, due to the hopelessness of the situation, the likelihood of Liu Kang’s return is almost zero. He has all the faith in the world in how strong Liu Kang is, of course, but those odds are not good. He begins to deeply resent the idea that Liu was chosen as a lamb for slaughter based on factors other than likelihood to win. This is also when the insecurity starts to REALLY set in.

Kung Lao doesn’t realize that Liu Kang views him as equal or superior, seeing how he has never had to study or work at ANYTHING to just nail whatever it is, every time. Kung Lao is one of those young adults who was a child prodigy and is experiencing some SERIOUS burnout in his early twenties. It isn’t that Kung Lao doesn’t know he’s good—he’s very aware of his skill. It comes out as brazen arrogance. No one but Liu Kang can seem to knock him down ANY pegs. His faith, he realizes, has always been in himself and in Liu, in what they’ve built and shared. There is a depth of intimacy in that friendship that goes beyond even the physical—though there IS that.

He’s kind of in the mode of “what have the Elder Gods ever done for me?” (spoiler alert: nothing) and he questions Raiden’s motivations as he slowly adds shit up. Liu Kang is an orphan, of no family, with great power. He doesn’t know if there’s something else to it, but he sees the reactions of the elders of the temple when Raiden chooses Liu and it isn’t “weird that you didn’t choose the kid we groomed from birth to do this” but an almost insane level of like, understanding, as if this was a possible outcome. There is something else up, but he has no way of knowing it. He hates the way Liu just accepts it and while they are still capable of making jokes about the whole situation, he can sense the turmoil within Liu, as well, who is ALSO wondering why Lao wasn’t chosen.

Kung Lao is now the black sheep, the family failure, the one who was beaten out by an orphan. This really begins his “second banana” status and everyone seems to know it. They equate his brash pride to insecurity, which in a way it is, because part of him will always wonder what he did wrong, but they did not know him before. It goes from being part of his personality to being a shield. If he is arrogant and aloof, untouchable, no one will see the doubt and trepidation within. And STILL the Elder Gods do NOTHING. When he sneaks into the tournament, he’s taking matters into his own hands, where he is convinced they have always been.

See, he had been okay with dying for Earthrealm, though he was certain with this power, he wouldn’t—that he could save the place like the ancestor for which he was named. He is not ready to lose Liu Kang.

Aight so caveat here, most of this above was built with a VERY specific Liu Kang in mind and below is 100% riding on that same writer (heh riding). None of this has to, in any way, reflect on anyone else’s Liu Kang—not that I’ve seen a ton of those.

MK2021 for all its faults, had amazing characterization for the heroes, even if some of the cuts, scenes, and lines were a bit ……. Clunky. Kung Lao is clearly a powerful fighter, confident to the point of arrogance, but with the skill to back it up. Even when Cole puts him in the dirt, he hops back up and summons his hat, like “okay cool, now let’s get real” because Kombat is not like a cage fight. This is a man who knows few limitations, is highly skilled, and has clearly been raised in the faith, much like his counterpart from the games. His Arcana is passed through his bloodline, much like that of the Hasashi clan and a few others who have passed out of living memory, likely done in by previous Outworld assassination coups.

The biggest difference between games and 2021 Lao is that the latter is a man who demands proof at every turn, by force if necessary, AND HE IS AWARE OF THIS. His faith rests not in the Elder Gods—not caring much for them or their lack of involvement—but in Raiden himself and only then because he has challenged the god of thunder and was put down pretty soundly. Kung Lao respects ability. He has it, so he therefore expects everyone around him to hold themselves to that same standard.

He is two or three years older than Kang, the young orphan Master Bo’ Rai Cho brought to the temple when they are still children, probably six and nine, give or take. They have no classes together, initially, but Kung Lao ss instructed to keep an eye on him, to help him adjust. The two become fast friends and Liu Kang admires the bejeezus out of his shi xiong, both because of that age difference and the obvious experience gap, and because Kung Lao will ALWAYS go to bat for him.

Kung Lao is well aware of the stakes of this tournament, knows that it is, for the most part, riding on him. This becomes doubly true when Sub-Zero is sent to Earthrealm to start taking out the other champions, one by one, to halt a prophecy. Someone carrying Hasashi blood will upset the balance of the tournament.

He is a dutiful monk, a competent teacher, a powerful fighter, and, alongside Liu Kang, the best hope humanity has for victory. Kung Lao’s resentment, in this universe, is directed primarily toward the elders who sent Kang out into the world after his graduation from the academy as a student (as must all students, some with specific orders, and some with more vague directions) to find his true path. The elders have essentially forced Kang to relive the darkest time in his life and thence, to feel the rage and resentment that has for so long boiled beneath his skin, channeling it into a killing urge. Kung Lao protects Liu Kang from this as best he can and, more than that, he protects the world from Liu Kang.

#aboutlaometa #both of 'em are in here so

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punkpoemprose · 3 years

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December 1st- Lights Out

Universe: 1970′s AU (The Great NYC Blackout of ‘77)

Rating: M (Mature, Sexy times)

Length: 3077 Words

A/N: So here we are again. Advent fics, and also decades AUs! I wrote from 1900 to 1950 for last year’s advent and I did 1960 in the spring, so here we are picking up where I left off! If you can guess what company Anna works for in this fic I will give you a cookie and a sticker.

Lets see if I can finish at least the decades this time around, shall we?

Anna sighed as soon as she walked through the front door of the apartment, letting her hair fall out of the low bun she’s had it up in all day. She knew that it was probably silly to keep it up. After all she hated it being that way, but she wanted to make a good impression at work. The better she did, the quicker she could get a good reference, and the sooner she could get out of the city.

She was a bit amused though, despite the hairpin headache it had given her all day, that a coworker had compared the look to something out of the sci-fi flick that had come out some months back. She hadn’t seen it yet, but she imagined that being compared to the princess in the film was probably a good thing, she did know that it was exceedingly rare that a princess was evil or ugly. Her experience with children’s content was, of course, what she’d in part been hired for in the first place.

She shook out her hair and heard some of the little metal bobby pins fall to the floor, they clattered and skidded, undoubtedly falling into cracks and corners she didn’t have the time, energy, or light to locate. She knew that she’d find them again someday, but she hoped that it would soon be because she was busy moving furniture into a truck and her belongings into boxes. New York was interesting, to say the least, but she’d decided that she was much more of a small-town gal than a city chick.

She gathered up the rest of the pins in her hand as she raked her hair through the long and snarled mess. Those pins that hadn’t jumped ship with the initial shake had found themselves tangled in the waves of descending hair and were sometimes angrily biting at strands and taking pieces with them as she removed them. She could already feel her headache easing as her scalp tingled and readjusted to the natural weight distribution of her hair.

The worst part of her job was not the headaches, the hairstyles, or even the momentary concerns that maybe the princess she looked like was the rare evil and cruel type. No, it was much more mundane and far more upsetting, the factor being, of course, the hours. She had been working since noon and it was one of the rare days that she was able to get home before nine at night. Of course, she had expected this when she joined on the CTW’s education research and grant writing division. Kid’s television didn’t exactly make itself, much less make itself educational, but she was looking forward to going elsewhere and working for a less high-profile program and company. A nine to five, she thought, would suit her just fine, especially if it meant that she’d spend more time actually working with kids.

She kicked her shoes off and let herself breathe for a moment before turning around to lock the apartment door behind her. Kristoff has been asking her to be more careful lately with the door, and on the subway, and doing just about anything. They weren’t in a particularly dangerous area of the city and the office she worked out of was only two subway stops from their apartment, but she understood the worry. She was young and pretty in his eyes at least and there was talk in the news about some psycho attacking women. She couldn’t let herself give into the fear of it though, she was done being afraid. She had spent too much of her life being scared and lonely to let it ever happen again.

The bathroom door opened on the opposite side of the room and Anna grinned at the familiar creak of the hinges. She turned and saw Kristoff, fresh from the shower with steam rolling out from behind him, looking as happy to see her as he felt seeing him.

“There’s takeout in the fridge,” he said, looking a bit sheepish, “I was going to cook but I didn’t know when you were getting home tonight and I forgot to pick up the egg noodles on my way back from the shop.”

She wondered how he’d react if she told him that he was the only thing she was hungry for. She’d forgotten to call him to let him know that she’d had a sub at the office while finishing up on some research for an upcoming episode about astronomy, and while she appreciated his efforts at takeout, she didn’t need to eat. She was much more interested in the feast for the eyes before her. She was starving for his attention, to let her hands wander down his chest and to the towel slung low over his hips the way her eyes were traversing the same path.

They were both working crazy hours, saving up as much as they could for their dream of moving to the suburbs or to upstate or wherever they could both find jobs in their fields with a nice little starter house that they could set up a life in. Consequently, they’d both been too exhausted lately to spend their time together doing anything other than eating, sleeping, and maybe listening to the radio before falling asleep. The monotony of it was more exhausting than the workload, particularly when she spent a fair amount of her day wishing for the opportunity she now found before her.

She saw him grin when her eyes wandered back up to his. She knew that he couldn’t have planned to be just getting out of the shower when she got home given he hadn’t known when she would get home, so she called it kismet instead. She shrugged off her blazer, barely turning as she hung it up on the coatrack and returned the smile, throwing in an eyebrow raise for good measure.

It made him laugh, and that let her know that she had looked exactly as mock-lascivious as she’d meant to. She’d learned that when it came to Kristoff, she never really needed to try to flirt, he just gave her the love she needed on demand. Any flirting between them was, at this point in their relationship, mostly for the laughs.

As she stepped forward to meet him she watched as the room went from softly lit to pitch black in an instant. It caused her to jump about a foot, rush forward, trip, and encounter Kristoff who had been, in return, crossing the room to get to her. The impact wasn’t gentle, he was normally her favorite pillow, his largeness being mostly a virtue given the fact that despite his muscle he was overwhelmingly soft, but she had never run straight into his chest before. It was a bit like what she felt running into a padded wall would feel like.

“Oof.”

His grunt of discomfort was a strange comfort when compared to the more concerned sounds, shouts, and confused cries that came from the surrounding apartments and the street below. That, Anna realized, meant that they were certainly not the only ones who were out of power.

“Sorry!”

She offered the apology meekly as his arms wrapped around her. He gave her a little protective squeeze and she rested her weight against him a bit more fully, still recovering from the impact of their bodies that had her a bit shaky on her feet. Normally she enjoyed the sensation of him thoroughly wrecking her, but crashing into him unexpectedly was significantly less enjoyable.

Power outages weren’t exactly uncommon in the summer as everyone ran their fans and air conditioners, but it normally wasn’t something that lasted exceedingly long. This already felt different though, particularly as Anna heard the hollers and shouts coming from through the window from the rest of the block. Whatever had caused their power to go out was not localized to their apartment or building it seemed.

She let her eyes drift over to the window as they adjusted to the darkness they’d been plunged into. She could see past the no longer running fan that there were no lights to be seen in the park across the street from it, nor were there any beyond it.

“I think it’s the whole block,” she said quietly, “maybe even more. There’s no lights in the park and I can’t see any light past that either.”

They were both quiet for a moment as she felt him turning to look as well, turning them together to the side so that they could both look through their dark window, into the dark city beyond.

“Crap,” he groaned, “Might be the whole borough.”

Anna shook her head. That would be insane. They were in Manhattan, it was massive, and for the sheer amount of different areas it contained there was really no logical way for her to wrap her head around the power being out across it.

“If Manhattan is out, the whole city might as well be. I don’t know what it would take for it all to go out.”

Kristoff sighed and Anna’s eyes finally adjusted well enough for her to see his grumpy expression, or at least the shadowy set of his displeased jaw. They sat like that for a while, eyes adjusting to the dark, waiting for the power to click back on and for them to be proven wrong about any more than just their block being out. It didn’t return after minutes passed like hours, and they were forced to move from their standstill.

“Well… guess it’s a good thing that Elsa bought us candles for an apartment warming gift. Do we even have a lighter?”

Anna sighed, “Honestly I don’t know? I think I have a box of matches in the drawer next to the stove because we needed them when the igniter wasn’t working. One of us needs to take up smoking if this is going to become a more frequent event.”

That, she was pleased to report, made him laugh again. She stepped out from his arms to bump into furniture in her search for the drawer containing the matches. She never truly realized how many obstacles their apartment contained until she crashed her hip into the table edge, bumped into a basket of laundry she’d only half folded, and stumbled across a chair leg.

“That seems like an extreme option. We could just buy a lighter and not smoke. I know you don’t like the smell. You always complain about it when we go out to eat and someone lights up at a table near us.”

Anna hip checked the counter by accident but managed to find the drawer handle with one hand as she rubbed the now sore skin through her pant leg with the other. Somewhere on the other side of the apartment she heard Kristoff open the closet door and make a valiant attempt to dig through out-of-season coats, miscellaneous pieces of décor, tools, and sundry to find candles that, like everything else in their apartment, he couldn’t see.

For her part she was rummaging through the junk drawer, fingers making contact with buttons, patches, glue bottles, tape dispensers, and all manner of unnecessary-until-they’re-necessary items. She always told herself when she went into the drawer for something that she needed to clean it out, but it was one of those tasks that never made itself a priority.

“I don’t like it, but I’d probably have a lighter in my pocket if I did.”

She could practically feel his eyes rolling when her fingertips brushed against the rough, sandpaper-like striker of the matchbox. Her hand wrapped around the little box, and she was grateful to feel something rattle around inside. It would have been just like her to have thrown an empty box back into the drawer, and she couldn’t help but appreciate past Anna for leaving her at least a few matches.

“Found them,” Kristoff called just as Anna was about to do the same. It was a small mercy, she thought, that they’d managed to be prepared despite not intentionally preparing for anything. She held the match box up in the dark and shook it hard, the rattling heard across the apartment even with their neighbors still grumbling and shouting.

“Great,” he replied, hearing the sound or seeing the movement confirming the existence of the matches. “Though you should know… Anna I think I lost my towel somewhere near the closet.”

***

The lights hadn’t come on. They’d spent hours in the living room, reading, lazing, complaining about the heat as they read and lazed and sweated in their underclothes. The possibility of going out and seeing what everyone else was doing was offered and quashed by them both on a few occasions, ultimately with them both deciding that they wouldn’t be leaving the apartment that night, nor would they be doing so in the morning, even if the power was back on.

“I deserve a day off,” Anna moaned as Kristoff’s hips rolled into hers.

They’d went to bed innocently enough, planning to sleep in and catch up on rest. The plan had lasted all of a few moments until Anna took advantage of Kristoff spooning her to press her rear suggestively into his crotch. She thought that they deserved some sort of prize for making it into bed in the first place. She’d wanted him since she walked into the apartment, and though he’d managed to put on underwear out of the half-folded laundry basket after losing his towel, Anna had been more than willing to spend the rest of their evening on the couch in candle light.

Their current arrangement was better on their backs, and less likely to start a fire.

“You do baby,” he agreed, his voice deep as they engaged in the only agreeable activity a young couple could possibly agree on when it was late, the power was out, and there was nothing to be done about the heat.

His hands were on her waist as she moved above him, his fingers pressing into her skin as he helped her find a rhythm. She loved the way it felt to have him below her, to give him the pleasure he deserved while taking it for herself.

“You deserve a day off,” she added, “We can spend the whole day in bed.”

He groaned and she felt his fingers squeeze a little tighter at the idea of spending a whole day alternating between making love and napping. Though, she supposed that he might also be reacting to the fact that she was speeding up her pace, riding him hard and fast, trying to make up for weeks of unwanted celibacy in one night.

She was full of him, each time she rolled her hips and sank down on him brought her closer and closer to the edge. She’d spent hours daydreaming of it, feeling the stretch of him filling her, watching the euphoric daze come over his features as he let her give herself to him again and again until they were tired and sated. To see it now in the dim flickering candle light brought an intimacy that she hadn’t imagined before, the light dancing over his kiss swollen lips as he groaned and panted along with her.

“Anna, if you keep doing that I’m going to…”

She rocked her hips and his rolled in return, seeking just the right angle together and finding it as the friction of their joining brought her to her climax before he could achieve the same. She kept her pace, riding out the euphoric sensation as he panted out her name. She let him take up the lead then, letting him set the pace as she moved along with the urging of his hands on her waist.

“Kris,” she encouraged, “Gosh baby you make me feel so good. Please come for me.”

She settled her hands on his shoulders, using him for support as they sped up and worked together to find his end.

He came for her, his grip tightening and his eyes fluttering closed as she watched his face. That was her favorite part of being on top, the view it afforded her of his features softening as she felt him go pliant below her.

They stayed like that for a moment, his hands on her hips and her just holding his shoulders for support, watching him. When he caught his breath and her thighs began to shake from the effort, he pulled her to his side and kissed her lips softly, almost chastely.

“I hope the power stays out,” Anna teased as she got comfortable on the bed at his side, “I know we agreed not to go to work tomorrow, but I think I could live without electricity if it meant more of this.”

Kristoff chuckled against her ear as he pulled her back into him. It was too hot for it, too hot for what they’d just done, but a slight breeze through the window cooled the sweat on their bare skin and made it bearable. She felt him kiss her throat and she hummed appreciatively at the contact, her arm settling over his where it crossed her stomach.

“Or we could just move sooner than planned. Imagine all the free time we’ll have together when we’re on the same schedule. I’ve been looking at jobs North of Albany and I think with our savings we can live on one income for a little while if you want to move up the timeline.”

Anna smiled at the idea.

“Want to hear something crazy?”

He didn’t speak but instead she felt him nodding behind her.

“I’ve been thinking the same thing. I’ve been looking at open positions upstate too and Fisher Price is looking for someone with an education background to join their research and design team. I was thinking about calling about the position and setting up an interview, but it just seemed like it was a little fast.”

“Anna that’s not crazy… baby that’s wonderful.”

“You’re wonderful,” she teased, leaning back into him and turning her head to give him a peck on his arm.

He laughed and kissed her on the top of her head in retaliation, and as they quieted and dozed off to sleep, Anna could not help but to think that maybe the blackout was fate after all.

#kristanna #kristannaadvent2020 #frozen fanfiction #kristanna fanfiction #1970's AU #Blackout of 77 AU

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guardianofjunmyeon · 4 years

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Finding Atlantis (part 13)

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description: 20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt began.

A/N: oof this chapter is ...a bit emotional. I cried while writing this lmao i hope you all like it

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

“We need to find port soon. We’re running low on supplies.”

“I know. I’m not sure how much longer we have to keep sailing. I’m not sure how much longer we can keep sailing.” You frown down at the map on the table while Yixing fiddles with the compass next to you.

A week. It’s been a week since the last trial and a week since there has been a single sign that your crew is still on the right track. No new hints, no change in song, nothing.

Each day that passes places a heavier weight on your shoulders. Time is ticking by but there’s no way to know just how much time is left on your clock. On Junmyeon’s clock.

Your first mate has been out of it since Isla de Sirena. He barely comes above deck for anything that he isn’t directly summoned for. Everyone can sense the uneasiness in his attitude; can see it on his face. The disquiet in his mind is so loud that you can feel it just by being around him.

“Have you talked to him?” Yixing’s voice breaks you out of your worried thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Junmyeon. Have you talked to him?”

You shake your head at his words and trace an invisible line across the map from where you started to where you are now. A quick stroke of your finger across the paper that represents all that you’ve gone through this month. It’s almost funny to see all of your near death experiences, injuries, loss, and pain being reduced to a simple 2 second line made with your fingertip.

“I’m afraid to,” you finally admit. You tap your finger against the map and look up. “This is the first time I’ve seen him like this in years. The last time was around when the three of us first started trying to get him home, remember?”

The frown that rests on Yixing’s face deepens at your words. “Junmyeon just gets lost in his mind sometimes. It happened before and he recovered, so he'll be fine this time too.”

He’ll be fine this time too. But what if he won’t be?

You focus your eyes back to the table and the writing on the map. “Do you think it would be better if we just turned around? What if we just…stopped all of this? If we went back to the way things were before?” Yixing’s silence pushes you to continue on, to fight against the heaviness settling in the air. “Maybe Jun doesn’t even really want to go home. You saw how he reacted when we talked about his dad; he’s been depressed since the start of this so maybe going home isn’t the best thing for him-”

“Not the best thing for him? Or not the best thing for you?” Your mouth dries and you clench your jaw to keep from saying anything else. “Captain, I understand that you are worried and that this is…a big change, but you cannot honestly think that going back to normal is the best option. You know what is going on with the ocean, you know that he needs to go back; you know that he misses home and he was never meant to be with us forever. This was always going to happen. This ending has been written from the start.

“It would be best for you to accept that now before you lose your chance to really say goodbye to him.”

You laugh dryly. “Why are you making it sound like we’re never going to see him again after this?”

“Captain-”

“We’re going to take him home. He’s going to fix things there and then he’ll come back to us. Don’t-” you swallow hard “Don’t phrase it like we’re never going to see him again. He left Atlantis once, and he can do it again.”

You feel Yixing looking at you. Disappointed or concerned you aren’t sure.

Maybe a mix of both.

Yixing sighs out your name with enough heartbreak coating the sound to feel like a punch in your stomach. “I’m not going to let you sit here in denial. Junmyeon is going home, and the chance that we will ever see him again after this is very, very low. You need to accept that now while you still have time with him. He knows this. I know this. The crew knows this. You know this. Pretending that it won’t happen will only make it that much more painful.”

You clench your fists.

Yixing stands up from the table.

“Talk to him. Accept reality and get ready to move on. 7 years is a long time to spend together, but you can’t expect that he will just stay at your side for the rest of your lives.”

The door shuts softly behind him. You exhale a shaky breath and close your eyes.

This ending was written from the start.

Ending. You’ve ended plenty of things in your life; why does this one feel so hard to break off?

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The crew cabins is a space that you tend to avoid. Not because you dislike going there, but you feel as though your crew deserves at least this space for themselves. You have your quarters and you allow people to enter and leave as they please, but you know that the cabins is the one space where they can escape from your presence.

But there are times when you have to invade that space.

Times like this.

“Junmyeon? Are you busy?”

Said man looks up from the book settled in his lap to catch your eyes, his wide with surprise.

“Oh, uh no I’m not busy. Am I needed for something above deck?” He starts to get up from his bunk.

“No!” Your hands raise in alarm to stop him before you realize it. “No no. I just…I wanted to talk to you, if you’re free?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion before he nods and takes a final look at the book to remember where he’s leaving off. “Of course, but I’ve got to admit that you’re scaring me a bit,” he chuckles nervously before closing the book.

Cut straight to the chase. Cut straight to the chase. Cut straight to the chase.

“So uh, what are you reading?”

Idiot.

His eyelashes flutter from his quick, startled blinks. “You came here to ask me…what I’m reading?”

You try to smile reassuringly when you nod, but you know that your piss poor job of trying to convince him isn't going well.

He narrows his eyes and then sighs loudly. “Yixing talked to me two days ago.” You hold back a groan as he sits up. “I was wondering when you would finally stop being a chicken and come talk to me.”

Oh great. “Traitor,” you grumble to yourself. “Okay yeah fine. I’m not here about your book. I wanted to talk to you about-”

Junmyeon stands up suddenly and your words stall on your tongue.

“No…”

Horror. You hear the emotion clearly in his single word. Conversation forgotten, Junmyeon rushes away and you stare after him with fear settling thick in your veins. Junmyeon is never one to cut someone off when they’re talking to him. Even less so being someone to be suddenly stricken with an emotion so raw and dark as horror.

“Fuck!”

“Captain! Where’s the Captain?”

“What is going on?!”

The myriad of voices come muffled from above. You hear people running around and calling out for you; it snaps you into action. Sleeping bodies around you startle awake at the commotion from above combined with your frantic feet stomping through the cabin back to the main deck.

It’s deep into the night, a time when the sky would be its darkest if not for the light of the moon.

But it isn’t black. A sickly shade of green paints the sky around you; a sinister and alarming feeling surrounding you. It’s far too bright and the moon is nowhere to be seen. Something isn’t right.

You look around your ship in alarm.

Sehun is the first to take notice of your arrival amid the disorder.

“The water! Captain there is something wrong with the water!” There is something wrong with more than just the water. You can’t stop your eyes from taking in the unnatural color of the air around you. Sehun’s grip on your wrist is tight and damp from the fear seeping out of his body in the form of sweat. He pulls you over to the side of the ship where most of your men are looking down at the water around the vessel.

It’s black.

Dark like ink and eerily still.

“Are we still moving?”

“The ship won’t move. We have no wind and the water is still,” Yeri informs you, turning away from the water with wet eyes. “We’re stuck. We don’t know what’s going on!”

Junmyeon. “Where’s Jun-”

“The dinghies!” a boatswain shouts.

You whirl around to find Junmyeon fighting off three of your crewmen in an attempt to climb into one of the dinghies. You run over and push through all of the bodies to grab his shirt and pull with all the force in your body. You fall backwards with Junmyeon falling with a loud thud at your side.

He tries to get on his feet and you’re throwing yourself on top of him to pin him down before he has a moment to even get on his knees.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” you shout in his face.

You expect him to fight you to get up, but he doesn’t. If he wanted to he could easily wrestle himself out of your hold. He seems too calm all of a sudden.

“I have to go out there. I need to go out there,” he says softly, chest rising and falling heavily.

“Go out where Junmyeon? There’s nothing out there; are you fucking insane?” You’re pulled off the ground and off of Junmyeon and held tightly in someone’s arms to keep you from tackling him. You feel livid. “You see that water and the fucking sky. What in Posiedon’s name could possibly be going through your head for you to think taking a fucking small ass dinghy into the middle of that water alone is a good idea?”

What is wrong with him? Has he not learned anything during these trials? Does he not care about his safety? None of you have any idea what is out there. He doesn’t even know what’s out there.

You feel your eyes stinging from the tears building. You’re so angry at him.

You can’t lose him.

But he doesn’t even seem to care.

The arms around you squeeze you tighter and you hear your name being whispered calmly into your ear. “Hey, it’s okay. Calm down you’re shaking.”

You suddenly realize that you’re shaking so hard in anger that everyone is staring at you with concern for your wellbeing. Not at Junmyeon for trying to jump ship. Not the water for trapping your boat. Baekyun’s words do little to keep you from vibrating violently in his arms.

“Captain…this is it. I have to go out there,” Junmyeon’s voice is soft, placating as he tries to soothe you. As if you’re the one overreacting.

You shake your head and gasp in a short terrified breath. “You can’t. Y-You can’t go alone Junmyeon. What if something happens? What if you’re wrong and you go out there and get hurt?”

What if you’re right and this is goodbye?

His smile is sad.

“I know that I’m not wrong. This is it. This is the en-” You elbow your way out of Baekhyun’s arms so that you won’t have to hear the rest of Junmyeon’s sentence.

“I’m going with you,” you state. “I’m not letting you go out there alone.”

You know that you’re being illogical. That you’re being careless, but you aren't prepared for this. You won’t let it end like this, you can’t.

“I’m not sure that that’s a good idea-”

Junmyeon cuts Yixing off with a simple, “Alright.”

“You can’t be serious,” you hear Chanyeol mumble incredulously.

“Alright. Come with me,” Junmyeon says with more strength. Off the ground and two steps closer to you, Junmyeon holds out a hand for you to take. “We said we were going to finish this, right? One last adventure together. One last time trying to find Atlantis. If you want to come with me I won’t stop you. We’ll finish it together, Captain.”

He smiles warmly at you and your chest tightens in fondness. His hand hanging there in the air is a simple invitation to end the mission at his side. It’s what you want isn’t it?

Apprehension and doubt suddenly washes over you, but you can't stop yourself from taking the deciding step forward and grabbing his hand in yours. Together. You started this together and you’ll end it together.

You like the sound of that.

Someone chokes back a soft sob, but you keep from turning around. If you look back now you may regret your decision.

He squeezes your hand reassuringly and you take in a calming breath to slow your racing heart.

You could die if you go out there. You know it. There’s a chance that if you go out there with him he is taken back home and the ocean takes your life to protect the secrets beneath her surface. That his feeling is right and you’ll go out on the water and you’ll both be lost forever. For different reasons, in different states of life, but lost forever all the same.

Knowing that you don’t know what will happen, you still can’t get yourself to change your mind.

Minseok is the first to break the sudden stifling silence. “Fuck.” He throws his arms around the both of you to pull you into the tightest embrace you think you’ve ever been held in. “Be safe out there,” he murmurs to you both.

When he lets go of you, he turns to face only Junmyeon with a solemnity on his face that makes you feel ill. “It’s been an honor sailing with you, Prince Suho.” He smiles, crooked and gummy and just a bit too somber for your liking.

You let go of Junmyeon’s hand as all of your crewmen take it upon themselves to say their goodbye’s to the only first mate the ship has ever known. Hugs, kisses, tear-filled words of thanks and safe travels. You put some distance between yourself and it all.

After going to Junmyeon, Yeri turns to you. The tears in her eyes spill over, thicker than before, when she rushes you to pull you in a hug.

You hold in your own tears. “I’m not leaving for long you know?” You try to speak lightly, but her crying and grip on your shirt do not lessen.

You all know that it’s not certain what will happen; even less so if you will come back from your fool’s venture out on the water with him. Junmyeon’s permanent departure is guaranteed, yours isn’t yet determined.

When Yixing comes to you, you feel even more sick and doubtful of your decision to follow Junmyeon out on the black water. You wonder if the green light being cast across the sky hides the melancholy you’re sure shows on your face.

“The only reason I’m not going with you is because someone needs to have some common sense and stay and man the ship,” he says simply. “If you don’t come back, I will swim out there to bring you back just so that I can kill you myself.” You bark out a shocked laugh at his words and the tension on his face relaxes just minutely. His hug is firm, but the shaky exhale that he releases is soft. You wonder if you weren’t meant to hear it. You hug him back in reassurance.

“I’ll be back. I just…I have to say goodbye to Junmyeon. You were the one who told me to get ready to move on. When I see him off myself, when I see that he is safe, I’ll come back. I need this to say goodbye; I need you to be understanding. Please, Yixing.” He doesn’t speak more, only offering 2 solid pats on your back before pulling away to let you know that he’s heard you.

You pretend that you don’t see wetness in his eyes when he walks off to start bossing around whoever is willing to listen and distract him from the impending departure of his two closest crewmen.

Your crewmen don’t say goodbye to you, not individually, and for that you are thankful. You don’t think that you would be able to handle it if everyone acknowledged your voyage as a suicide mission.

The hesitation and sadness is there on their faces even as they refrain from taking you in their arms and saying what you all fear will be a permanent goodbye. The look in their eyes is enough.

Jongin cries audibly, curled in on himself, and squatting low to the ground after Junmyeon takes him in his arms and tells him to stay healthy and continue to live a happy life. Baekhyun and Kyungsoo rub his back in attempts to soothe him, and you accidentally catch Baekhyun’s eyes as he attempts to calm the younger. You aren’t sure what emotion you expected to see on his face, if any, but you least expected to see…rage.

The frown on his lips and the pull of his eyebrows as he rubs Jongin’s back while trying to communicate something to you wordlessly is too much for you to be able to understand given the situation, so you look away and back to Junmyeon who is still being swarmed by crying people.

Sehun says something that you can’t hear clearly, but you see Junmyeon laugh brightly before he throws his arms around the taller’s shoulders and falls into him for a hug.

You can’t bear to watch this all play out for any longer, so you take it upon yourself to climb into the dinghy and prepare for the trip rowing out towards nothingness. Busying yourself with ropes, you only barely acknowledge that the boat rocks with the added weight of another body.

“You wrapped up your goodbyes quickly,” you say with a smile, pulling at the rope in your hand to tighten it. “Are you ready to go-” you look up from the material in your palms to…not Junmyeon. “Baekhyun what are you doing?”

Yanking the ropes from your hands and then angrily tightening what you’ve already tightened, he doesn't immediately respond.

He finally stops and huffs, irate. “I’m going with you guys,” he says when he finally looks at you. You don’t even get beyond opening your mouth before he continues on. “As if you’re going to see Atlantis without me. This was part of our agreement remember? Appeasing my curiosity and making sure me and my men get our part of the reward money. If you go out there and die or get sucked into Atlantis and I don’t get any money, a chance to see Atlantis or the chance to kill you myself when this is over then the truce was for nothing.”

The reward money. You’d forgotten about all of that. You haven’t even thought about what happens next. If you make it back. If you don’t get the money. If you have nothing to show for this adventure outside of the hole that will be left in your heart.

“Right. The truce.” you mutter. How could you have forgotten that this was all temporary and as soon as Junmyeon is gone, you will also be losing men you’d begun to consider a real part of your crew. You’ll be losing…Baekhyun. There’s the potential that the two of you will go right back to being what you were from the very beginning.

Enemies.

You swallow down all of the emotion thickening in your throat.

He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from you, frown still set in place. “And besides, who is going to make sure your dumbass actually makes it back safely?” His voice quiets. The frown melts into more of a pout. “I can’t just leave you to die.”

Your throat tightens further. “Baekhyun-”

“Baekhyun!” Jongin calls out, interrupting you. You and Baekhyun turn in his direction. “Please be safe. Please come back to us,” he says.

The smile that spreads across Baekhyun’s face is one full of adoration. “Of course. Who else is going to take care of you if I’m gone?”

A gross feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You decide not to dwell on it.

“Junmyeon, are you ready to go?” you ask gently, just loud enough to catch his attention as he pulls away from a hug with Seulgi and Ten.

He nods and makes his way into the boat. He doesn’t seem the slightest bit confused or concerned with Baekhyun’s presence. You allow him to wave to your crew as you lower the dinghy to the unmoving inky water.

“Did you bring the compass?”

“Don’t need it. The song is telling me exactly which way to go,” Junmyeon replies to you. He places a hand over one of yours, and you clutch the oar tighter in your grip. “I can row. It’s okay, you’ve done enough. You can rest,” he says softly.

You let him pull the wood from your hands and watch his movements closely as he takes over, taking you all farther out to sea, farther away from your ship.

You sit in silence, just watching him and trying to commit him to memory. The softness of his eyes, the thickness of his brows, the smoothness of his skin and the slope of his nose. The way his lips purse in concentration as he rows and the mole that sits there right above them.

You recall every expression he’s ever made around you. The happy ones, the sad ones, the angry ones and the tired ones. The stupid jokes he would say and the way he would laugh at any reaction they would bring out of people, good or bad. The way he cared for your crew and your ship, and the way he cared for you.

When is the best time to say goodbye when you’ve pushed it off for so long? Right before you never see him again? When will that moment come? Do you have hours? Minutes? Seconds?

The world feels too still even with Junmyeon rowing and Baekhyun leaning over the side of the dinghy staring into the reflective black surface of the water for a sign of anything.

“Junmyeon…” you start. He huffs out a breath from the exertion of rowing for such a long time and pulls the oars in for a break. He looks at you with curious eyes. You feel Baekhyun’s eyes on you as well. What do you want to say? What can you say?

I want to thank you for all of the years you’ve spent with me. For the laughs and the adventures and the support you’ve given me. I don’t want you to go because I’m selfish but I know that I have to let you go. I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else and I’ll miss you.

I’ll miss you every day for the rest of my life.

I’ll love you every day for the rest of my life.

I hope to see you again someday. I pray this won’t be goodbye forever.

The words are there for you to take and verbalize. For you to get off your chest and out into the air. “I…I want to…” The first words get trapped in your throat and then die off soon after, when you notice something slowly crawling up Junmyeon’s neck.

“Junmyeon you’re turning blue…” you gape at him as bright stripes of blue appear on his skin, up his neck and across his cheek in delicate swirls and patterns.

“Holy shit,” Baekhyun gasps, eyes wide with fascination. The streaks crawl down his arms as well and you all stare as his skin is tattooed with the intricate glowing lines.

He holds up his hands to take a better look at the new additions to his skin. “This is new…”

“Your skin wasn’t like this before you left Atlantis?” Baekhyun asks.

Junmyeon shakes his head slowly and turns his hands over to examine them further. When he leans closer to the edge of the boat the designs glow brighter, more excitedly. The green sky shifts to a lavender. A gentler color, encouraging him to keep following his instincts.

“Should you…get in the water?” you whisper –fearful that your guess is incorrect and it will shift the atmosphere towards something dangerous.

You are only able to watch in frightened silence as he stares directly into the water, and then places both of his hands wrist deep into it without a moment of hesitation.

Ripples spread out abnormally far from where he breaks the tension of the obsidian surface, but he stays there with his hands still and a look of peace on his face. You look at Baekhyun nervously. He mouths a soundless, “Don’t look at me” with a helpless shrug.

When bubbles begin to rise beneath the little rowboat, terror grips you by your throat. You reach across the raft and grip Baekhyun’s wrist for some kind of comfort. Little bubbles quickly become larger and more aggressive. Junmyeon’s eyes close and the patterns on his skin glow even brighter as the bubbles grow in power. The boat rocks, glowing blue breaks through the black of the water from Junmyeon’s hands and surrounds the area just around the dinghy.

A circle of blue in a sea of black.

Your ears are filled with the most beautiful chorus of voices you’ve ever heard in your life. Soothing, warm, beckoning.

Like being welcomed home.

The return song of Atlantis, it has to be.

You and Baekhyun look at each other in wonder.

You can’t understand the language of the song, but the feeling it portrays is one of being caressed and greeted back home after years of being lost. Tears drip from Junmyeon’s closed eyes into the water below.

A smile graces his face. If even you and Baekhyun can feel this way, how must this feel to Junmyeon? How must it feel to be welcomed with such lovely song and feeling?

When Junmyeon’s eyes suddenly open, a faint blue illuminating his irises, the bubbles stop. The singing ceases.

And then the water opens up beneath you, and you’re engulfed by the ocean.

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find the strength, find the melody pt. 8

oof I don’t know if I actually like this chapter or not. imposter syndrome has taken up residence in my brain and it’s not looking to move out anytime soon. hopefully this is better than I’m giving myself credit for.

I’m gonna try and get on a more regular schedule of updating this weekly. I think we’ve got one more part to day three and then a chapter each for days four & five. there might also be another middle of the night chapter, trying to figure out if it fits into the timeline like I want it to or not. you get some sneak peaks of angsty Luke in this part which I’m kind of excited about. can’t be all soft boy all the time. gotta get that ~dimension~

also, I wrote a one-shot of Ray and Rose’s first date that was referenced waaaay back in pt. 6! it’s also the story of Tia Victoria’s 21st birthday that was referenced in pt. 7! I really love it which isn’t something I’ve felt about my writing lately so you should check it out.

taglist: @blue-hat-girl, @lwhoscribbles, @bluefyoto94, @5sosmukefan, @moonlightxnder, @leahthewonder, @kat-maybe-not, @lukewearingbeanies, @imastrugglingartist

Julie had expected a mess of sloppy, overlapping notes and kinks that would need to be quickly smoothed out by Friday’s performance. She had been ready to go into the Showcase and just give it their best, hoping that maybe they would sound somewhat coherent, but not really expecting much all the same. A band couldn’t be built in a day. It was part of why she thought Luke’s plan was so insane. She couldn’t have been more wrong if she tried.

Within the first three run-throughs of the song things just seemed to click into place. It was like she had been playing with them her entire life. The longer they played, the more they slipped naturally into their role as bandmates. The energy in the room, the chemistry between the four of them, was palpable. She knew they could feel it too.

It was the way Reggie turned to her at the exact moment she moved towards him, playing off of her as she gave into her need to move to the bassline vibrating through her feet. It was how Alex’s face lit up with a kind of unrestrained joy she had never seen before, face shining as he nodded his head in time with his tapping foot when she turned towards him. They laughed together as she flipped her hair out of her eyes at the exact same time he did, completely in sync as they moved to the rhythm created by his fast-moving sticks. It was every single part of Luke.

His head, tilting to the side to call her to him just as she began to drift closer to his side. His voice, blending with hers like they had been made to sing together. His eyes, drilling into hers as she held her microphone out for them to share. His fingers, so sure on the strings beneath them that he didn’t once break their stare down. The tension she had felt simmering between them for the last few days exploded. They felt it at the exact same moment as their most seamless playthrough of the song came to a close.

Julie’s voice rang out beyond the instruments as she held her final note a beat longer than everyone else. She could hear the sound of Reggie and Alex’s voices rising with enthusiasm as they talked, but she couldn’t make out their words. Everything felt a little soft on the edges as Luke gazed at her with so much awe she thought she would float off the ground. He made her feel transcendent. Like the celestial being he claimed her to be. It was hard to feel like she wasn’t in Heaven when he looked at her like that. Her breath caught in her throat. He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly she was being jostled from behind, her moment with Luke broken. Her feet stumbled as leather-clad arms wrapped around her tightly, sweeping her into a clumsy spin.

“Julie! That was amazing!”

Reggie’s voice was sparkling, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly, giving into the all-consuming feeling of happiness that was bubbling up inside of her. They came to a stop as a longer pair of arms covered in soft pink cotton pulled them close. Julie met Alex’s eyes, giving him a grateful smile as the studio finally came back into focus. He beamed back at her, completely relaxed and damn near glowing.

“I gotta agree with Reg for once.”

Julie giggled as Reggie let out an indignant shout, lips slipping into a pout. Alex ignored him, releasing his hold on both of them, but still talking to Julie.

“Seriously, Julie, I totally see what Luke has been saying. He was right, you’re perfect.”

Julie felt hot all the way from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes. She gave Luke a side-eyed glance, heart tripping as she caught the quick expression of embarrassed betrayal on his face. So, he had actually used the word ‘perfect’ to describe her. He had talked about her to his boys, and not just as a musician. This wasn’t only about the music. She knew that, or she should have known that by now, but to be faced with it so plainly was something else entirely. Luke attempted to slip into a casual slouch, but his hand scratching at the back of his neck gave away the nerves he was feeling as his gaze slipped back over to hers. Julie gulped, breathing out slowly.

“What can I say? You definitely make us better.”

Another attempt at a nonchalant shrug that was foiled by his still-scratching hand and slight vocal crack. Julie’s heart raced, her stomach flipping low in her gut. So, this is what a real crush feels like. Julie had crushed on boys before, or so she had thought. Never before had she felt like this. She hadn’t actually known the other boys she had been attracted to. Not in the way she was beginning to realize she knew Luke. She had kept herself at a distance from them, building up a fantasy in her mind as to what type of person they were and what it would be like to see that fantasy come to life. Her crushes had always been somewhat superficial and definitely unobtainable. Luke was neither one of those things. He was right here. She knew him. Connected with him on a level deeper than should be possible after only three days, but it was undeniable all the same. Her soul whispered that she had always known him, she had simply been waiting for him to return to his true home within her heart all this time.

Luke was shifting uneasily on his feet, just like earlier in the day when he realized he had taken his bold declarations a step too far. Only this time, Julie realized she liked when he did that. The way he built her up without even trying, an endless supply of support and admiration falling from his lips so easily. Julie simultaneously wanted to reassure him and also continue needling him because the way his words made her feel was a high like no other. His eyes crinkled at the edges, smile softening just for her. She gave in to the temptation to touch him, reaching up to lightly grasp his wrist. The scratching finally stopped, and Julie gave a special soft smile of her own.

“I think we make each other better. That’s a great song, Luke. Thank you for doing this for me.”

Julie released her grip and lowered her hand, biting her lip slightly. She didn’t miss the way that Luke’s ears tinged pink, his arm hovering in the air for a second as he processed her words. Their eyes locked, a million fleeting emotions passing between them in seconds, their own form of silent communication. With Luke, Julie was learning that there was a lot more in the things left unsaid than the things that he let slip out. Her words meant more to him than he would ever be able to express and she wondered if that related back to something with Bobby or something with his parents. Maybe even both. The moment stretched on, the rest of the studio melting away in the background. Until Reggie’s whisper broke through.

“I see chemistry.”

The twin slaps of Alex’s hand on his forehead and Luke’s hand falling to his thigh echoed in the otherwise silent space. Julie felt her cheeks burn, breaking away from Luke’s gaze to face the other boys once again. She really had to stop letting herself get swept up in him. Especially when they had such an observant audience. Her eyes darted to the clock behind them, surprised to find several hours had already passed. Her dad would probably be calling her up for dinner soon. Right on cue, the studio doors rattled and opened. Carlos, framed by the setting sun behind him, studied the group of teenagers.

“So, this is your boy band?”

“Boy band! Who you callin ‘boy band’?!”

Luke’s indignant shout would have been funny if Julie wasn’t hyperaware of how close she was still standing to him. Carlos’s skeptical brown eyes darted back and forth between them like he could tell he had missed out on a golden opportunity to embarrass her. He smirked slightly, crossing his arms as he regarded Luke.

“I mean, you’re boys in a band. Ergo, boy band.” His hands lifted in a falsely innocent shrug. “I don’t make the rules.”

Reggie giggled as Luke’s jaw dropped slightly, stunned into silence by her brother’s sass. Even Alex was fighting back a grin. Reggie stepped closer to Carlos, whipping out his hand for a high-five.

“Up top, little dude!”

Carlos’s smirk melted into a genuine smile as he lifted onto his toes to smack Reggie’s hand. Julie rolled her eyes, nudging Luke a bit while the others were distracted. He turned to her with a small pout.

“Kids usually think I’m cool.”

“No, kids usually think you’re another kid.” Alex chimed in gleefully.

Luke’s pout deepened and Julie couldn’t resist knocking their fingers together for a quick brush of contact.

“I think you’re cool.”

The whisper was low, but she could tell he heard it by the way he snatched her hand into his, squeezing it for a brief moment as he gave her that burning look again. The interaction was over in a second, but Julie felt the lingering fire race across her skin. She wished she could have a minute or ten alone with him. She turned back to Carlos in the doorway before he could notice. That kid didn’t need any more ammunition against her, thank you very much.

“Did you need something, Carlos? Or are you just here to be a pest?”

He broke off his conversation with Reggie to stick his tongue out at her. She repeated the gesture back to him.

“I need a lot of things actually. Like a normal sister for one.”

He snickered at the way her nostrils flared, fully aware that she wanted to reach out and cuff the back of his head but wouldn’t do it in front of other people. She settled for gritting her teeth and reminding herself that as annoying as Carlos was, he was also her little brother and she loved him. She just didn’t always appreciate his astonishing lack of a filter around older boys that he thought were cool. Luke had read him all wrong of course. Carlos only teased people he was in awe of. That reminder calmed her as well. He was teasing out of love, and because he was nervous around these teenagers that he clearly wanted to like him. She could give him a pass. She could also tease him right back.

“I know where you sleep, twerp. Relay your message or scram.”

He rolled his eyes at her lame threat, but dropped the bratty attitude nonetheless.

“Dad says it’s time to eat. He said the guys can stay if they’re hungry.”

Carlos couldn’t fully hide the hope in his voice, though he tried to sound indifferent about it. Julie watched the boys share a quick look, an entire conversation taking place in mere seconds. Alex’s arm went around Reggie, who sagged a bit like he was disappointed. Luke’s hand went back to his neck, body slumping as if to shrink himself. Alex’s fingers tapped out a restless beat against his thigh. None of them moved to speak. Julie couldn’t stand the uncomfortable way the air grew thick between them.

“I’m sure the guys have plans already, bud. This was kind of a last-minute thing. Maybe tomorrow?”

She aimed the question at the boys instead of Carlos. They seemed to melt all at once. Another silent conversation communicated through glances. Reggie took the lead this time.

“That sounds great! As long as you’re sure your dad won’t mind. We don’t wanna be a burden.”

Julie shook her head, heart aching at the way Reggie said ‘burden’ like it was a title he was used to.

“No burden at all. Dad always makes too much spaghetti anyway. And my Tía usually brings food a few times a week so we literally always have leftovers. You guys would be helping us out by eating them up, honestly.”

Reggie smiled at her, and Julie was surprised to find that she wanted to cry. Not because she was happy or sad or any particular emotion really, but because Reggie made her feel the same way Carlos did when it was the middle of the night and she was waking up to the feeling of his cold feet against her calves and his whispered confession about not wanting to be alone right then. She felt protective. Ready to fight whatever or whoever it was out there that had made him believe he was too much simply by existing. Was this what her mom had talked about when she said the best bands were actually families? Julie had always taken that to mean her family, as in her mom and her. Maybe what she had been saying all along was that the magic of music could make a family. The right connections, the right mix of artists, and it wasn’t just about playing anymore. It was about creating something together, breathing life into their art as one entity. Caring for each other, lifting each other up, bandaging each other’s wounds.

The enormity of the realization that all it took was one afternoon for her to adopt these three idiots hit her like a ton of bricks. She didn’t even know them, and yet, she did. Their souls were forever intertwined. Whatever feeling had overtaken them during their practice would linger for the rest of eternity, burned into her heart like a brand. The magic of music.

“Thanks, Julie.”

Alex’s voice was soft, fingers calm once more. Julie nodded, not trusting herself to speak right then.

“Cool!”

Carlos whooped, breaking the moment once again. This time, Julie didn’t mind so much.

“I’ll go tell Dad. See you guys later!”

He was off like a rocket, propelled forward by his unshakeable enthusiasm. The arm that Alex still had around Reggie flexed for a moment before dropping. Reggie gave him a quick smile, lifting his bass over his head. Luke swung his guitar onto his back, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels. Julie could tell something was bothering him. Alex seemed to feel it too.

“Hey, Reg, can you go unlock the van? I’m gonna start carrying my kit up.”

Alex tossed the keys to Reggie, who somehow managed to catch them singlehandedly while still holding his bass. His eyebrows furrowed for a second, but then he looked over at Luke and understanding dawned. He raced out of the studio without a word, Alex close behind him cradling his bass drum in his arms. Julie turned to Luke once they were alone, only to be met with his back as he fiddled with his guitar in its case. His shoulders were raised high, muscles bunched tightly under his shirt. She took a few steps forward, resting her hand lightly on his back once she was next to him. He relaxed slightly and she sighed in relief. Her fingers took on a mind of their own, softly rubbing until he let his shoulders fall.

“Please don’t feel obligated to stay for dinner tomorrow if you don’t want to.”

Luke spun around so quickly Julie didn’t have time to step back. He grabbed her elbows, steadying her but not moving out of her space. His expression was torn, eyes intense. Julie felt her throat tighten.

“No, Julie, it’s not that. I just...families are hard. For me. For...us.”

His eyes flew to the still open doors and back. She didn’t have to ask who the us was.

“Your dad seems really great. Your brother too. I just...it’s silly, but I don’t wanna let you or your family down.”

He bit his lip, gaze slipping down to the floor. They stood toe-to-toe, the tips of their sneakers almost touching. Julie breathed in deeply, the faint smell of her shampoo tickling her nose. It had to be coming off of Luke. Her own hair had been tied back into a bun at the beginning of band practice. It was an intimate reminder of the night before. When he hadn’t been home in the middle of the night because sometimes it was better to be elsewhere, even if elsewhere just meant not there. She couldn’t relate to that feeling. Her home had never felt like anything other than a welcoming, safe space. Her family had never been anything other than loving and supportive, even in the rare moments when they fought with each other.

“Luke, I’m pretty sure my dad thinks that you’re an angel. He was so happy this afternoon he didn’t even bring up the meeting with Lessa. You’re the reason I’m playing music again and that’s as good as gold in his eyes.”

“No way, Molina.” Luke scoffed, hands raising from her elbows to her shoulders. “That’s all on you. I didn’t do anything except ambush you for my own personal gain.”

Julie was shaking her head before he even finished his sentence. He was trying to play everything off with that cocky, cool kid attitude, but she knew him better now. That bravado was all a defense mechanism. One of her own hands lifted, brushing his hair out of his eyes, fingers lingering along his jawline.

“You’re wrong, Patterson.”

She didn’t miss the way he jerked a bit when she used his last name, his pupils widening slightly. A small smile formed on her lips. Two could play at that game.

“You rescued my mom’s song and protected it all this time. You brought it back to me right when I needed it. Did you know that was the last song she ever worked on? The last song we ever worked on. That song is the last piece of my mom. I don’t think I would have ever been able to play again without it, and I didn’t even realize that until yougave it back to me.”

She edged forward until their shoes touched. It wasn’t that much closer, but Julie could feel every inch of space lost between them. Luke’s eyes were doing that soft, starry thing again, and Julie thought her own eyes might look the same. He let his hands fall from her shoulders until they were resting lightly against her waist. Her own hands snuck around his neck, fingertips brushing against his soft, jasmine scented hair. Luke swayed their bodies slightly, his need for constant motion of some kind getting the best of him. It made her want to laugh, but this moment felt too big for that. Of all the ways her relationship with Luke had rapidly shifted in the last few days, this felt like the most serious. She wasn’t trying to fight him anymore. She was laying her cards out just as openly as he had.

“Julie...”

She couldn’t stop herself from leaning into him further, his voice twisting her name into the sweetest sounding melody. Luke didn’t get a chance to say or do anything else before noise filtered in through the still open studio doors. Alex’s voice, louder than Julie had ever heard it before, as he chatted with Reggie. Luke’s shoulders curved slightly, like he was disappointed, before he straightened and put some more space between them. They dropped their hands at the same time, the loss of contact causing her to shiver. Luke shot her a quick smile, so Julie knew his actions were less about hiding her and more about not wanting to share their delicate relationship with anyone else just yet. That was okay with her, too. It felt a little too new, a little too fragile, to let anyone else in on it just yet.

Alex and Reggie appeared only seconds later, Alex looking a little wary like he wasn’t sure his loud approach had been enough warning, Reggie’s expression open and happy, clearly oblivious to the thick tension between Luke and Julie. He was babbling to Alex about something involving physics homework, both of them moving to collect several other pieces of Alex’s kit. Luke gave her one last glance before he left her side to lift an amp. Julie was silent for a moment as she watched them before a realization had her smacking her forehead. The sound was loud enough to startle the boys, who turned to her with matching confused expressions on their faces.

“You guys are going to be right back over here tomorrow. You don’t need to take all your stuff out just to haul it back in here in like 24 hours. I should have said something earlier.”

Another silent conversation, the boys wary and anxious again. Julie wished she had a better understanding of the landmines she seemed to keep stumbling upon. Luke had given her a small hint, but the rejection anxiety ran deep in every single one of these boys. Reggie spoke up before Julie had the chance to reassure them.

“Are you sure your dad won’t mind?”

He was fiddling nervously with the strap on his bass, eyes wide. Alex’s grip flexed on the snare he held, Luke stepping closer to his guitar case. She heard the underlying question behind Reggie’s tone. Are you sure these parts of our souls will be safe here?

“He won’t mind at all. He hasn’t touched a thing in here since we locked it up after Mom...since we locked it up a year ago.”

She tried to keep her voice soft, her steps slow as she moved to place her hands against the top of the grand piano.

“My mom’s piano has been stored in here my entire life. I promise you the Molina’s know the importance of protecting our instruments. It’s up to you though. I totally get it if you want to keep them with you.”

Julie didn’t wait for their response, letting them process and decide for themselves how they felt about the situation. She bent to lift the sheet that usually covered the piano, shaking it a few times before closing the fallboard and draping the soft material over the instrument. By the time she turned around, only Luke was left behind her. She raised a brow, concerned she had said the wrong thing. His lips stretched into one of the smiles reserved just for her.

“They went back to the van to get Alex’s bass drum.”

Her eyes darted off to the side behind him, noticing that the snare Alex had been holding was back in place, Reggie’s bass once more nestled into a guitar holder. She felt her frown soften into a smile, relieved that they seemed to trust her despite not really having much of a reason to.

“Thank you...for, ya know, being so cool about all of this.”

Luke’s voice was quiet, hands fidgeting like he was fighting the urge to raise them to the back of his neck.

“Luke, I should be the one thanking you. Seriously, you guys don’t have to do this for me, and you are anyway. Actually, you very well could get into trouble for doing this, and yet you’re still willing to take that risk. The least I can do is house your instruments for a few days.”

Julie didn’t mean to, but something in her voice had his head snapping up at the way she said her last sentence. Like he could tell that she was trying to say it wasn’t just the instruments she was willing to care for. It was the boys too. It was Luke. They didn’t say anything more, letting the sentiment hang in the air between them. Luke’s eyes were impossibly soft. If Julie hadn’t already plunged over the cliff ledge falling for him, this moment would have toppled her.

Reggie and Alex stumbled back in, both of them laughing but unable to fully articulate why. Something about an old Vine video and bible study. Alex reset his bass drum, Julie scrounging up another sheet from the linen closet in the bathroom to cover it for the night. And if she took an extra second to run her fingers over the towel now hanging on the hook next to the shower, the faint scent of jasmine and citrus body wash and Luke drifting off of it at the movement, well no one else had to know about that.

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ruddcatha · 4 years

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Guardian Chapter 12

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Kagome quickly realized that the first months of training had been nothing but child’s play. The last few weeks were, quite frankly, kicking her ass, and kicking it hard.

Kagome was no longer learning pure defensive moves; she was being taught throws and holds and attacks… which usually meant she was the one getting tossed. She just… could not get it. She had never been very coordinated, and that was becoming a huge hinderance. Often, she would practice a move and trip over her own two feet. At least target practice had been going better, she was getting more consistent with a pistol, maybe she didn’t have perfect aim but at least the bullets were usually closer together than when she started.

But it was the training with Miroku that was really draining her. He was trying to train her to use spiritual energy that three months ago she hadn’t even known she had. And patience was not something she was entirely known for. Sesshomaru led the training sessions, demonstrating physical attacks to be practiced and drilled under Inuyasha. He had turned into an extremely strict task master, drilling yokai and humans alike

And then there was Inuyasha. Their first date had been special, magical. For the past three weeks he would do little things to make her feel special. He walked her to and from her from classes, often bringing her a Mocha Latte on her longer class days, hold her a little longer than was needed during training, or steal a kiss when he thought no one was looking. If she had to study for class, he would bring dinner over and sit with her in her room as she studied. She smiled, one evening she had turned to ask him a question and found him curled up on her bed, dead to the world asleep. The moment she had touched his shoulder to wake him up his arm had reached out to pull her close to him, his nose buried in her hair as he fell back into sleep. It was the first and so far, only night she had spent in his arms.

He was slowly driving her insane. He made her feel like she was the most precious object in the world to him yet backed away when things got too heated. He was content to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, but would go no further. A part of her appreciated the respect that it showed, the reverence, but at the same time…

Her boyfriend was fucking hot. And watching him on the training mat, demonstrating a hold, a throw, how to hold a sword… she wasn’t the only one who appreciated his form as she had seen more than a few admiring glances from some of the women… and a few of the men, who were with them for training. She had found out that this was one of seven training areas across Japan, and each facility could train up to 100 at a time.

Inuyasha and Sesshomaru had taken over leading the trainings as if they had been born for it, and in a way, she guessed they had been. They had certainly changed the focus of the trainings from what she had overheard others say, but it only made sense. Inuyasha, Toga and Sesshomaru were the ones most familiar with Ryukotsusei and his tactics, Koga had only gone against him a few times in the past.

Kagome was quickly learning the downside of having your boyfriend as one of your trainers. She couldn’t keep up with him. One moment his eyes were so heated on her that she felt her bones would melt, and the next he would snap out an order or a correction for the umpteenth time, and she would hear the obvious frustration in his voice. When a training session ended, and they were walking back to her apartment building he held her to him as if he wanted to protect her forever. In training though, when it didn’t go well, she couldn’t help but feel he was disappointed in her.

He never said anything, but she heard it in his tone, see the flash in his eyes that he would quickly ide.

That had been happening a lot in all her training sessions. She watched Kikyo excel in creating barriers and manifesting her spiritual powers into her hands, while Kagome could maybe, just maybe, get her skin to glow. Kikyo kept telling her she should not feel bad, Kikyo had been training ever since her spiritual powers had manifested and had been practicing for thirteen years, while Kagome’s had only appeared three months ago. Kagome heard the logic of that, but emotionally could not help feeling that she was disappointing her cousin and Miroku, who spent hours every week walking her through meditation and channeling just to watch her crumble.

Inuyasha watched Kagome going through the drills for the day’s session, they were working on how to roll the body out of a toss to reduce physical injuries. He had paired Kagome with Jaken, he knew they would both need to train with more advanced partners, but they needed to wait until they had mastered the moves. He winced and had to force himself to stay still and not run to Kagome every time she landed wrong, even though every muscle in his body was fighting to scoop her up and run from the room.

Kagome moved to toss Jaken, but her hand placement was wrong, instead of grabbing his arm and using her shoulder to force his momentum forward, she placed both hands on his chest, stopping his movement. Before she could try and correct it Jaken had used her own inertia against her and she went flying, landing flat on her back with a loud “oof.”

“ENOUGH.” He roared. He couldn’t watch any more. He didn’t want to indirectly be the cause of her pain and bruising, but he knew it was necessary.

He had been speaking with Sesshomaru and Toga, they had no clue when the actual fighting would begin, and that concerned him. But the thought that Kagome wouldn’t be ready, that she could be vulnerable? That fucking terrified him. He wasn’t sure when she had become so important to him, he had gone from wanting to spend time around her and get to know her to wanting to hold her in his arms and protect her from any possible danger, but he knew that he couldn’t.

The thought of her being hurt was bad enough, but the thought of her fucking dying? Of not being able to see her, smell her, hold her in his arms ever again? Kami, he had woken up in a cold sweat several nights at the thought. He closed his eyes, holding back a groan. He had seen the flash of hurt in her eyes when he had snapped before, but he could not coddle her, as much as he wanted to.

Toga stood at the edge of the training room next to Totosai and just watched his youngest son with a look of concern. Something was troubling him, and Toga had started to see signs of instability in his son’s yokai. That needed to be addressed sooner rather than later. He knew what was causing it, he had been the same when he met Izayoi.

Kagome was a puzzle to him. He had caught flashes of power from her, and if she had been able to break their seals she had to be very powerful, but it was untrained, and she did not know how to call it out. The brief flashes he had felt seemed… familiar… to him, he had felt that power for almost a thousand years, and if it was what he thought… no, he wouldn’t consider that without more than just an inkling of an idea.

Sesshomaru walked away from the floor to join Toga and Totosai.

“What do you think?” Toga asked.

Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at his father. “I think if we had more yokai to train, it would be much better.”

Toga saw Inuyasha finally move towards Kagome, reaching out a hand to help her up from the floor. Inuyasha tugged a little longer than he knew he needed to, just enough to throw Kagome off balance towards him, and his arms quickly closed around her, holding her tightly to him. Kagome stiffened for a moment before wrapping her hands around his waist with a sigh, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

Toga watched the exchange, a haunted expression in his eyes.

“Kagome.” Inuyasha’s voice had deepened as he held her, sending shivers down her spine. “I … I have something I need to show you something tonight.”

“Tonight?” He nodded slightly.

“It... it has to be tonight Kagome, just… just come meet me here just before sundown.”

Kagome was surprised, he seemed almost nervous. When she nodded, she watched his face visibly relax. She reached up to touch his cheek, a soft smile forming when he nuzzled her hand before placing a kiss into her palm.

She felt the tension that had formed around her heart ease a little.

“How about I cook dinner for us?” She asked. “You’ve been bringing dinner to me, how about I make you one of my favorite dishes?” He had left his glamor ring off that morning, and she giggled as his ears perked straight up and started twitching with excitement. Her hand left his cheek to slide up and stroke the soft fur of his ear. He twitched it away from her hand as he pulled her closer.

“Not here woman.” He growled against her hair.

And just like that, all was right in her world. At least for a moment.

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Later that day Kagome stepped out of the elevator to Inuyasha’s level to find him pacing anxiously. As soon as he saw her, he darted forward to take the bags she carried from her and grabbed her hand.

“Inu?” His behavior was confusing her.

“Keh.” Was the only response as he pulled her away from the elevator and towards the kitchen area, he seemed anxious to get away from an open area and towards the living quarters. She could feel the tension growing around him as they moved, even in trainings she had never seen him quite so agitated.

“Inuyasha stop.” She pulled back on her hand, forcing him to turn and look at her. “What is going on?”

He sighed. “I wan… gah… well, you are about to see anyway but I wanted to… keh.”

He let go of her hand and pulled away, standing in front of her. He looked at the clock on the wall then looked her square in the eye.

“I don’t understand Inuyasha, what is…oh… oh my…” As she watched Inuyasha’s hair began to darken, first to gray then deepening into black. His eyes began to swirl, a blend of gold and deep purple and his puppy ears seemed to shrink as human ears appeared. His eyes never left hers as he stood before her completely human, a look of worry in his now purple eyes.

Kagome stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to trace the lobe of one ear. Inuyasha stilled, as if waiting for … something. She ran her hand through his raven locks before standing on her toes to press a soft kiss to the underside of his chin. With a release of his breath he grabbed her against him with arm not carrying a bag, holding her to him in a crushing grip. She pulled back slightly and pushed back his banges.

“Want to tell me about this while I make dinner?” He let out a choked laugh before releasing his hold on her waist to capture her hand in his and lead her to the kitchen. He watched as she rinsed vegetables and set them on the counter. He watched as she chopped ginger and garlic before adding them to a pot on the stove. As she stirred the mixture, she gave him a pointed look, smiling as he dodged her gaze.

“Sooooo. Is this what you wanted to show me?” She teased.

“Keh.” His soft grunt was answer enough. He watched her pour a mixture of chicken broth, mirin, and soy sauce into the pot before she lowered the temperature.

“How about you chop these for me and tell me about it?” She handed him a bunch of scallions, showing him how she wanted him to chop them before handing him the knife and pushing the cutting board towards him. As he chopped, she took out another pan and began to cook pieces of chicken.

“Well, I’m a half yokai, half human. So, one night a month, on the night of the new moon like tonight, I lose all my yokai and turn into a human.”

“Why is that?” She asked as she flipped the chicken over. Even with his dulled senses the combination of the cooking broth and chicken smelled amazing. He walked up behind her at the stove and wrapped his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder and watched her movements.

“You would have to ask dad on that, I’m not quite sure. I am pretty sure it was a shock to him and mom the first time it happened, I don’t really like my human night now, I can’t even imagine how bad it must have been when I was a baby.”

He reluctantly loosened his hold when Kagome pushed back with a shoulder before taking the skillet of the chicken off the stove to it to the oven that she had pre-heated before adding a container of dried mushrooms and added it to the broth.

When she stopped adding spices to the broth, he gently pulled her into his embrace again, holding her against his chest, her head tucked under his chin. He told her stories of his human nights growing up, playing hide and seek with his mother and the other children when there were no features to distinguish him. One hand absentmindedly caressed her back as he told her about the first time he had disobeyed his parents and snuck out of the village on the night of a new moon, his terror when he realized he couldn’t fight back against a yokai that had stalked him. His hold on her tightened as he told her how Toga and Sesshomaru had found him backed against a rock formation, a snake yokai about to strike and how his father had physically shielded him with his body as Sesshomaru had removed the head of the snake mid strike.

Inuyasha was pulled out of his thoughts by Kagome’s thumb stroking his cheek.

“You are ok Yash.” She whispered. “You are safe.”

He looked down at her, his eyes intense.

“But you aren’t.” His voice trembled as he said it.

Inuyasha abruptly loosened his embrace and stepped away from her, his hands running though his hair before he turned and stalked away and towards the fridge. Kagome watched as he pulled out a bottle of water and drank half of it, never turning back around. A sizzling sound behind her pulled her attention to the stove, and she quickly added blocks of dried noodles to the broth and pulled the chicken out of the oven to cool.

“Yash.” She said softly, waiting for him to turn to her before she continued. “Do you want to help me get the food together?”

Inuyasha let out a shuddering breath before he nodded and moved to join her. Soon they were seated next to each other at the counter with steaming bowls of homemade ramen. The scent of the dish was amazing, even to his human senses, and he could only imagine how much better it would be on any other night. He tentatively took the first bite but knew that no matter what it would be amazing because Kagome had made it for him.

The first bite made his mouth sing.

“This is quite possibly the best thing I have ever tasted in my life!” Kagome’s cheeks flushed with pleasure at his words and she nudged him with her leg softly.

Inuyasha felt like he was in food heaven. The flavor of the chicken had seeped into the noodles with a salty broth that made him want to lick the bowl clean. Kagome giggled at his obvious enjoyment of the dish. She brought him a second helping and watched with a smile as he devoured that as well.

When he realized his bowl was empty a second time he looked to the stove and realized that there was no more available, he released a slight whimper. Kagome leaned over to nuzzle his shoulder and slid the rest of her bowl to him.

“Here, have the rest of mine.”

Inuyasha reached out to place his hand over hers, but she continued to offer him the bowl. Her eyes turned puzzled as he grabbed a piece of chicken out of the bowl and held it out to her.

“Keh, did you think I hadn’t noticed that you didn’t eat much today Kagome?” He gave her a soft smile as she opened her mouth and accepted the food. He seemed to get as much enjoyment out of feeding her the ramen as he had eating it, and who was she to tell him no. She knew he was right; she hadn’t been eating much lately, but she hadn’t realized he had noticed.

Inuyasha helped her clean the kitchen and place the dishes in the dishwasher after they had finished. Well, helped wasn’t exactly accurate as he was more distracting than helpful Kagome found. He seemed to find every reason to touch her hand, to kiss her head, to nuzzle her cheek. She didn’t mind, not in the slightest, but it made it harder to focus on cleaning when all she wanted to do was kiss him. It was strange, he looked so different, but his actions were purely her Inuyasha. It was one more layer to the hanyou she was quickly beginning to…

She shook her head; it was way too early to think that. ‘Wasn’t it?’

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Kagome looked at the limited selection of movies in the living room, noting that clearly Miroku had been lacking in providing decent entertainment options. They were usually at her and Sango’s apartment, so she hadn’t realized just how few options they had. She finally settled on Robin Hood Men in Tights, one of her favorite comedy films. When she went to sit on the couch Inuyasha promptly snuck his arms around her and cuddled her close.

“Inuyasha?” Kagome asked softly halfway through the movie. “Why did you want to meet here instead of at my apartment tonight?”

He leaned his cheek against her head and thought for a minute before answering.

“I’m vulnerable on these nights. After the snake yokai I never left our house on my human night. So now it’s… I guess you would call it a safety measure. I don’t heal on these nights until the sun comes back up, so I stay home and don’t let myself sleep until the sun comes back up.”

He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

“Other than dad and Sesshomaru, you are the only other to know about this.”

Her eyes went wide at the confession before filling with tears.

“Then… wh… why tell me?”

A single finger titled her face upwards towards his.

“You know why.” He said softly before he touched his lips to hers. He drew back and amethyst eyes met chocolate.

“Y..Yash.” she whispered as she raised her hand to his hair. She gently took a lock and pulled him back down towards her. His lips brushed hers softly once, twice. As he moved to place a third soft kiss, she captured his lower lip with her teeth and tugged it playfully. She giggled as she saw him raise an eyebrow in exacerbation as she waited for the smirk she knew was coming. She crinkled her nose at him before burrowing her face against his neck. His arms pulled her close as he lay back on the couch, Kagome tucked onto his chest above him.

“I... Wou…” She began, unsure how to ask. “Would you want me to keep you company tonight?”

He kissed her forehead as she looked up at him.

“I was hoping you would.”

Inuyasha held her close for the remainder of the night, as he told her stories of his childhood, pranks he had played on Sesshomaru, and how he felt when his mother passed. One of his hands stroked her hair as she snuggled against him, a loving smile teasing his lips as he watched her struggle to keep her eyes open. A quick glance at the clock told him there were still a few hours until dawn, she had surprised him, he had been positive she would have fallen asleep before then given how hard she had been training that day.

Kagome felt the comforting feeling of his hand on her hair luring her into sleep, she tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle. His arms felt like home, the sound of his voice, slightly softer than she was used to hearing, soothed her.

“It’s ok to sleep baby.” He whispered to her.

“Nnnn… I wanta stay up with you.” She murmured back. She could feel his chuckle before she heard it, and she shifted her head so she could hear his heartbeat.

“I get to hold you Kagome, that’s enough.”

She felt him place a series of kisses on her forehead as she drifted off. In the moment before she slid into slumber, she thought she heard a softly spoken vow.

“I promise I will protect you with my life.”

The smile on her lips faded as the world around her slipped away.

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dra-and-sdra2-imagine-writer · 5 years

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,,,i saw,, the ship thing,,, and i,, want sum noice hajisai stuffs,, please :)

Gotcha, nonnie! You ask, and your derpy writer shall provide! *Cue The Edgeworth Bow* I may have skipped a few, whoops-

Between who wakes up earlier then the other, it’s honestly a tie. But on the occasion that Hajime wakes up or vise versa, they’d do their best not to disturb the other.

Usually, Hajime falls asleep first between the two of them. Since they both train hard together, Hajime always goes that extra mile to make sure Shinji doesn’t accidentally injure himself, like his back injury. Shinji doing the same, but with the stuff he eats, since Hajime already ate healthy, so he just makes sure he doesn’t do anything insane. Like, start fasting or anything thing could damage his health in that fashion.

“Come on Bro~! You know you want to hear me-“ Shinji was cut off by Hajime lightly pushing the muscular male away. “For the last time I don’t wanna hear careless whisper..!” There was a slight huff from the boxer, as he crossed his arms. “It’ll be fun, I promise! Come on, I’ll show you! I play it the best on my saxophone!” Shinji bragged with a toothy grin, gently grabbing Hajime’s hand and started to pull him along. “Fine, but only because..it’s you.” He mumbled softly underneath his breath.

“What’s the matter, Haji?” Shinji asked with a look of worry, mixed with curiosity. The male had been silent all day, and he couldn’t place a finger on what was wrong with him. Did something happen? “It’s nothing.” Hajime replied, turning his head to the side with a slight bitter expression on his face. That caused Shinji’s gaze to soften as a small grin appeared on his face and he mischievously took off the boxers glasses. “Wait, Hey, Shin-“ Hajime was cut off by suddenly being picked up by the male. “Don’t worry, I have the perfect remedy for making you feel better! Watching movies and eating asparagus!” Shinji exclaimed with joy. Hajime clicked his tongue for a moment, a soft smile appearing on his face as he chuckled a little. “You doof..”

“Shinji! You can’t go outside when it’s raining! You’ll get sick!” Hajime shouted, running after the firefighter who had gone outside. “You’re So motherly, Hajime! My immune system is as strong as stone! I won’t get sick!” Shinji replies shouting over his shoulder, well..guess what came and made him stay in bed the day after? His sickness, after he had gone running in the rain, to which he got scolded heavily by Hajime. But hey, it was totally worth it, it just meant he just to spend more time with him.

The only sickening affection that they show each other is by how much they call each other bro. “Bro!” Shinji called joyfully. “Broski! Bromine! Brofriend! Broish! Bro-oof!” There goes Shinji being tackled down in a hug from Hajime. He was okay, don’t worry about him.

#sdra2 imagine #hajime makunouchi #shinji kasai

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whumphoarder · 5 years

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Go Down Swinging

Summary: Peter has been tediously trying to finish his calculus exam for the past two hours. But how the hell is he supposed to focus with the enemy lurking just over his shoulder?

Word count: 1,920

Genre: Crack, fluff, humor, mild whump

A/N: Thanks to @sallyidss for beta reading!!

Link to read on Ao3

Peter is going insane.

He’s sitting at his desk in his bedroom at the compound late Sunday afternoon, his calculus textbook, several sheets of notebook paper full of nearly illegible scribbles, and the four pages that make up the take-home exam that Tony’s just found out about (“Kid, when you said you had ‘a few math problems left to do,’ I didn’t think you meant your entire midterm! You’re officially denied lab access until I see a filled out test, Jesus Christ”) spread out in front of him.

The content is challenging, but he’s good at calc and it’s been two hours now, so he really should be further along than problem five. But how the hell is he supposed to focus with his senses going off every thirty seconds, reminding him that the enemy is still at large?

He copies the next problem onto his scratch paper—Mr. Martinez is constantly harping at him to show his work—and flips back in the textbook to find the formula he needs. A low buzzing sound issues from the southwest corner of the room. He grits his teeth and inhales deeply in an active effort to ignore it.

Peter skims through the pages as the sound persists, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand straight. Now it’s coming from the southeast corner. Now near the door. Around his bed. He takes another deep breath, clenching and unclenching his fist tightly. Is it this hard for Dr. Banner when he’s trying to control his own temper? If so, Peter is grateful he’s only part spider instead of Hulk.

He starts copying the formula down on his paper. The lead in his mechanical pencil snaps and he has to pump out a new piece. Now the buzzing is coming from the northeast corner. Now behind his back. By the trashcan at his feet. Beside his ear. The lead snaps again.

He inhales deeply and counts to ten. That doesn’t make him any calmer, so he counts again in Spanish. Then once more in German. As the buzzing draws nearer, the numbers and symbols on the page blur before his eyes and he blinks twice to clear his vision.

But when the goddamn fly lands on the eraser of his pencil, Peter loses his shit.

With a guttural cry of fury that would put the Hulk to shame, he hurls the pencil at the opposite wall with such force that the plastic casing shatters upon impact. The fly, seemingly unharmed, buzzes upwards and lands on the top of the curtain covering the window.

Peter leaps up from his chair so suddenly that it topples over backwards. “Alright, that’s it, buddy!” he hollers at the insect. “You have picked the wrong guy to mess with!”

Grabbing a stack of the newspapers leftover from his last social studies project, he rolls them up tightly before charging at the window. He whacks the curtain with his homemade swatter with such force that the glass behind it nearly cracks. The fly buzzes away and lands on his bedside lamp.

Peter chases it across the room, swinging wildly. He makes contact with the lamp and it goes flying off his nightstand. Peter’s senses ping at him and he spins around to catch it. He does so—mere centimeters from the ground—but the now awkward position of his feet twists his ankle. He falls to the ground in a tangle of gangly limbs, the lamp smashing under his weight.

The fly floats off and lands on his pillow.

“Gaah!” Peter cries in frustration. Grimacing in pain, he pushes himself up to stand on his knees and holds his now throbbing hand out in front of him. A large piece of glass is lodged in his palm. He rips it out with a hiss. Blood streams forth.

Peter grabs a (possibly?) clean sock from the floor and ties it around his bleeding hand with a clumsy knot. Battle wound now dressed, he gets back to his feet, wincing at the sudden jolt of pain in his jarred ankle. He frowns down at the injured limb.

“Oh hell no, Spider-Man is not about to be bested by a fly,” he growls. He limps towards the bed, preparing to lunge at the pillow when he stops. Spider. That’s it! An almost evil grin spreads across his features.

Peter hobbles across the room to his dresser and yanks open the top drawer. He tears through the contents, tossing underwear and socks back over his shoulder until finally finding the object he’s been searching for.

There��s a crazed glint in his eyes as he stares at the old web shooter in his hand.

“Oh this bitch is going down.”

Once a month, FRIDAY goes offline for a few hours to run her regular system maintenance. This check had been scheduled for early the next morning, but after banishing the kid to his room to finish his calc exam, Tony found himself with a bit of unexpected free time, so he opted to just get it out of the way now.

He’s been sitting in his lab the past couple hours, feet resting on the desk in front of him and flipping through a few engineering magazine back issues as he supervises the mostly automatic process.

“How we doing, FRI?” he asks, taking a sip of coffee from the 3D Hulk fist mug Peter got him for Christmas.

“My systems are at seventy-three percent capacity, boss,” FRIDAY reports. “But you should know my motion sensors are picking up unusual activity in Peter’s room.”

Tony frowns, uncrossing his feet and lowering them back to the ground. “Elaborate.”

“I am detecting an abnormal amount of movement throughout the room, as well as some rather concerning sounds through my auditory sensors.”

“Play the audio,” Tony orders.

Over the speakers he hears the sound of something crashing and muffled cursing. Then there’s the familiar ‘thwip’ of Peter’s web shooter firing, followed by a loud groan.

Tony’s heart lurches and he’s on his feet instantly, moving towards the door. “Shit, who’s he firing at? Was there a security breach?!” he demands as he hurries out of the lab and towards the elevator.

“I am only detecting one heat signature,” FRIDAY informs. “All security systems are operating at full capacity. I am unaware of any breaches.”

Despite FRIDAY’s reassurance, he continues jogging towards the elevator and presses the button up to Peter’s floor. The doors slide open again and he steps out, one hand hovering over the arc reactor on his chest housing his armor, ready to deploy it at a moment’s notice.

He knocks on Peter’s closed door. “Hey kid?” he calls. “Everything alright?”

“Uh, yeah, all good!” Peter hollers back, followed by a small crash. “Everything is a-okay!”

“Kid?” Tony jiggles the handle. It’s clearly not locked because the knob turns just fine, but he’s still not able to push the door open. “What the hell is going on in there?” he demands. “Did you block the door?”

“No! I mean, sorta but it’s not on purpose, it’s, uh—” There’s another crash and Peter lets out a sharp “oof!”.

“Pete?” He jiggles the doorknob again, this time shoving his shoulder into it. Still no luck. “Did you just fall?”

“I’m alright!” the kid yelps back. “I’m good! Actually, you can go. I’ll uh, I’ll just—”

Tony heaves out an exasperated sigh. “Kid, I’m running out of patience here. Either you open this door in the next five seconds, or it’s coming down. What’s it gonna be?”

There’s a beat. “Uhm… I can’t really come to the door right now.

“Alright, suit yourself,” Tony mutters. He flips up the face of his watch and the gauntlet encases his hand. Adjusting the power on his repulsor to the lowest setting, he fires at the edge of the door.

It blasts open immediately, but when Tony catches his first glimpse into the kid’s room, he’s rendered momentarily speechless.

Peter looks up at his mentor from his awkward position the floor. “Mr. Stark, I can explain!” he blurts out.

Tony just blinks at him. “Peter.”

“So there’s this fly, and he’s been like, stalking me all day ever since I got here! Like he has some kind of fly vendetta!” Peter exclaims. “I couldn’t let him get away with it! I just—”

“Peter,” Tony repeats, letting his gaze travel around the room. “What. The actual. Fuck.”

Half the furniture is overturned, the curtains have been torn down, the contents of the kid’s dresser are strewn about the room, and there are pieces of smashed lamp and drops of blood littering the carpet. Numerous spider webs of varying sizes are covering just about every visible surface, in some places stretching all the way from floor to ceiling. Peter himself is sprawled out on the ground, a blood-soaked sock tied around his palm and one foot caught in a particularly intricate web.

Tony takes a long, deep inhale before squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jesus take the wheel…” he mutters under his breath.

“But the fly, Mr. Stark!” Peter insists. There’s a wild look in his eyes. “You don’t understand! He’s taunting me! Mocking me! He knows.”

With an equally long exhale, Tony takes a few careful steps into the room. Buzzing around the kid’s head is a completely ordinary-looking house fly. “You mean that fly?” he asks, pointing.

Peter nods frantically. “He’s possessed, I tell you!”

Tony keeps his eyes trained on the fly as it draws closer. When it gets within a foot of his chest, he shoots out both arms and claps his hands together, squishing the insect between them.

Peter’s jaw drops. “How… How did you…?”

Tony scoffs, wiping fly guts off on his jeans. “Turns out having an intern with zero self preservation instincts drastically improves your reflexes.”

Peter looks back sheepishly. “Uh… Thanks?”

Tony holds up a finger and gives Peter a stern look. “You’re not coming out of this room until this entire mess is cleaned up, understood?”

Eyes still wide, Peter bobs his head up and down quickly. “Yeah, yeah, of course!” he agrees.

“Good.” Tony turns around to head back out.

“Wait!” Peter calls after him.

Tony turns back around. “What?”

“I’m still stuck—I need my web solvent.” Peter jerks his head to the side and Tony follows the movement to the backpack that’s leaning against the bed, just out of the kid’s reach. “It’s in there.”

Tony rolls his eyes again and moves towards the bag, being careful to sidestep the webs as he does. But just as his feet reach the bed, he pauses and glances back at Peter. “Remind me again, how long does this stuff take to dissolve on its own?”

“Like two hours,” Peter says with a shrug. “But with the spray it’s like, thirty seconds, so if you could just…”

A sly grin spreads across Tony’s lips. Rather than unzipping the backpack, he picks up the kid’s calculus papers and textbook before pulling a fresh pencil out of his own pocket. He plops all of these down on the floor in front of the trapped teenager. “Have fun, kiddo,” he declares.

Peter shoots him a panicked look, tugging desperately at his stuck leg. “No, no no no! Mr. Stark! Please!” he begs.

Tony gives him one last smirk before heading to the door. “Don’t forget your Taylor polynomials for those tougher integrals,” he calls back over his shoulder.

(I have no explanation for this one)

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princeandreis · 6 years

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great comet -- explained!

so I was talking to @viennaleia who just recently started listening to great comet, and I remembered how hard it was for me to figure out what was going on. it involved a lot of googling, re-listening, genius lyrics, and wikipedia summaries. a mostly enjoyable but rather difficult process. so I decided I’d make an easy summary for those of you who are as confused about great comet as we all were when we started out!

warning: there are obviously hella spoilers ahead for great comet (and war & peace), so read at your own risk!

a few things --

one, this summary goes song-by-song narrating the plot and filling in gaps. great comet is an entirely sung-through show, so you aren’t missing any scenes by listening to the soundtrack.

two, I’m using the Broadway version of the soundtrack to narrate. I’m not sure how different the off-Broadway version is.

three, I’m gonna try to keep this as bare as possible. I love great comet with my whole heart and I could talk about all of the themes and motifs and everything forever, but I’m trying to keep this just as a summary so people have less of a hard time with the plot.

so here we go!! this is gonna be super long so buckle tf up!!

act one

prologue ~ introduces the characters and tells you what you need to know about them. pretty self-explanatory so I’m gonna leave this one here.

pierre ~ he’s so complex that he can’t be summed up in a few words like all the other characters, so he gets his own introductory song. puts pierre’s existential despair on full display.

moscow ~ natasha and sonya, the two cousins/bffs, arrive in moscow to spend time with natasha’s godmother, marya dmitrievna, who is well-respected in society. they’re there to pass the time before their fiances get back from the war (in the book the circumstances are a bit more complicated, but we’ll ignore that for now). natasha talks about how much she misses her fiance, andrey, whose family she’s about to meet for the first time. marya assures her that all she has to do is make sure she gets along with andrey’s sister, and everything will be fine.

the private and intimate life of the house ~ offers the audience a look into how things are at the house of andrey’s family (princess mary and old prince bolkonsky, their father). bolkonsky is abusive and manipulative, which has left mary feeling like she’s the only one who can take care of him. she expresses her loneliness, and she and her father discuss natasha, who is coming shortly for tea. bolkonsky shows off his crazies.

natasha & bolkonskys ~ natasha arrives for tea, and it’s awkward. I mean awkward. natasha and mary immediately hate each other, but try to mask it with cold politeness. bolkonsky shows off his crazies, pt 2, and is super rude to natasha. she leaves in tears, leaving mary feeling horrible.

no one else ~ natasha sings about her love for andrey, begging him to come home. it’s beautiful and sad and fantastic. she just really loves him, dude

the opera ~ marya takes natasha and sonya to the opera, which is natasha’s grand moment of coming out in society. she’s wearing a more revealing dress for the first time, since she’s now considered a woman. she is flattered and bewildered by the attention she receives for her beauty. helene and dolokhov come in together, and it’s revealed that she’s cheating on pierre (her husband, who’s not there) with dolokhov. the opera begins, and natasha doesn’t understand it. she becomes kind of intoxicated (idk this part’s super weird sghjfdkhsdjfmv) by the lights and the crowd. anatole enters in the middle of the opera, and natasha is captivated by his looks. the opera continues, and anatole and natasha ogle each other from their seats and it’s weird. the opera concludes and anatole enters natasha’s box.

natasha & anatole ~ natasha and anatole get to know each other a little. and by that I mean anatole is super thirsty and natasha doesn’t know what to do about it. she is frightened of how much attraction there is between them. anatole asks her to come to a ball that’s happening at his house soon, but she doesn’t give him a straight answer.

the duel ~ anatole greets pierre, his friend, and invites him to go to the club with him and dolokhov. pierre accepts. they go to the club, where a raucous party is happening. pierre drinks a bunch and talks about his alcoholism and sadness. anatole tells his sister helene (whom he’s probably sleeping with on the side OOF) and his friend dolokhov about how thirsty he is for natasha. he knows she’s engaged, but doesn’t care. it also turns out that anatole is also married, but it’s a secret to everyone except pierre, dolokhov, and helene. dolokhov taunts pierre about how he’s sleeping with pierre’s wife and everyone knows it. pierre drunkenly challenges him to a duel (for honor reasons and whatnot). dolokhov agrees, because he’s a bitch and a “crazy good shot.” pierre shoots dolokhov, but he doesn’t really mean it and regrets it right away. he stands straight up, fully ready to die, but dolokhov misses, and is taken away to be cared for. pierre is declared the winner. anatole asks helene to get natasha to come to their party, and she agrees. he helps the inebriated pierre get home.

dust & ashes ~ pierre reflects on his brush with death, and regrets how much of his life he’s wasted looking for truth in places he’d never find it. he also talks about love and stuff and it’s full of cool themes. it’s drunken existential crisis 101, but he decides he’s ready to change and live a better life. inspiring af 10/10.

sunday morning ~ natasha and sonya light a candle in front of a mirror and look into it, which is a russian fortune-telling tradition. natasha thinks she sees andrey lying down, and is frightened because she doesn’t know what that means. she reflects on what has happened with anatole, and wonders if she’s being unfaithful to andrey because of her confused feelings. marya leaves to confront prince bolkonsky about how rude he was to natasha. helene shows up while natasha is in her room trying on dresses.

charming ~ helene uses her charms and flattery (and a fair amount of bad logic) to convince natasha to come to the party at the kuragins’ (her and anatole’s) house. natasha agrees to attend.

the ball ~ natasha and anatole dance together, and anatole tells her he loves her. she resists his advances initially, but he puts a lot of pressure on her and kisses her. she admits she loves him, too, and they promise their love to each other.

act two

letters ~ people write letters. pierre writes to andrey at the war, updating him on life in moscow. he reveals that dolokhov will recover from his gunshot wound, and discusses natasha’s arrival in town. (if you didn’t know, pierre is super in love with natasha, who’s an old family friend, but he doesn’t really know that himself yet.) pierre talks about how he’s done a lot of reading as he searches for the meaning of life, and he’s used that study to do some funky math to “prove” that he’s meant to kill napoleon (yes, that napoleon. pierre really hates napoleon). natasha struggles to write a letter to andrey explaining what’s happened. she receives a letter from princess mary, who still feels awful about what happened between them and wants to try to be friends. natasha has no idea how to answer. anatole sends a love letter to natasha (which was written by dolokhov). he asks her to elope with him, and she agrees. she falls asleep with his love letter in her hand.

sonya & natasha ~ sonya finds and reads anatole’s love letter, and figures out what’s going on. she tries to convince natasha that what she’s doing is a terrible idea, and not just for her sake. sonya worries also for the sake of their family’s honor and wellbeing, since a scandal like this would ruin them. natasha doesn’t listen, and scorns her cousin’s advice, even telling sonya she hates her. she writes a letter in response to princess mary, telling her that things are over between her and andrey.

sonya alone ~ sonya resolves to protect natasha from ruin at all costs, even though natasha is extremely upset with her. she watches her cousin become distant and dreamy, and figures out that natasha has some kind of plan in mind with anatole. she misses natasha’s friendship, and will do everything she possibly can to keep her from harm.

preparations ~ anatole runs into pierre, and tells him he’s running off to get married. pierre, not knowing who he’s talking about, teases him since he’s already married. anatole and dolokhov prepare for anatole to abduct natasha, carry her off to poland, and marry her. dolokhov tries to convince anatole it’s a stupid idea, but anatole won’t listen and he relents. balaga, the driver they hired, arrives.

balaga ~ this is a fun song that’s just kind of a break from plot. it explains how balaga is a longtime friend of anatole and dolokhov’s, and is an absolutely insane driver who loves drinking (especially while he drives).

the abduction ~ anatole throws his “bachelor party,” so to speak -- it’s his last hurrah before eloping with natasha. pierre joins in, still unaware what exactly is taking place or who anatole’s running away with. the party sets out for natasha’s house, where anatole’s plan is set in motion. a maid leads him into the house to collect natasha, but he is stopped by marya. he and dolokhov make their chaotic escape.

in my house ~ marya scolds natasha for her actions, and sonya tries to comfort her. natasha throws a temper tantrum, and refuses to admit she or anatole did anything wrong. she goes back to waiting for him at her window.

a call to pierre ~ marya sends an urgent letter to pierre, begging him to visit her. she explains the situation, and he’s infuriated. he reveals that anatole is already married. marya asks him to send anatole away from moscow, and he accepts.

find anatole ~ pierre rushes around moscow trying to find anatole. he enters a club, where patrons are gossiping about the elopement. pierre shuts down the rumors, preserving natasha’s honor. natasha is told that anatole is married, and she is destroyed by the news. pierre returns home, where helene is with her brother. pierre insists on speaking to him alone, to which he agrees.

pierre & anatole ~ pierre confronts anatole about what he has done, threatens him, and demands any letters he has from natasha. (onstage, natasha poisons herself.) he then tells anatole that he must stay out of moscow forever. anatole leaves for petersburg.

natasha very ill ~ sonya reflects by herself. natasha has poisoned herself and is safe now, but is still very sick. andrey is due to return, and tensions in the house run high.

pierre & andrey ~ andrey returns, reunites with his old friend pierre, and they discuss what has happened with natasha in his absence. he has heard the rumor that she wanted to elope with anatole. andrey tells pierre that even though he knows it would be the right thing to forgive natasha and ask for her hand again, he just can’t do it. he leaves pierre with all the letters natasha had written him.

pierre & natasha ~ pierre visits natasha to return the letters. he fully intends to despise her for her foolishness, but his heart is broken by her childishly pitiable state. he does his best to comfort her, even though she despises herself for what has happened. he tells her that were he not a better man -- and unmarried -- he would propose to her right then and there. grateful, natasha gives him a loving glance and leaves the room in tears of relief.

the great comet of 1812 ~ getting into his sleigh, pierre reflects on all that has happened. something has radically changed within him because of the way natasha looked at him, and he feels hope for the future. he sees the great comet of 1812 in the sky. this specific comet is supposed to be an omen for terrible tragedy, but for pierre it symbolizes joy and new life. the show ends with a sense of peace, hope, and love.

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fearofaherobrine · 5 years

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Roleplay Server Log #388

"Karla’s Wings, Doc vs Insanity, Lost World Safari, Fire Practice”

[Lie] Noting that Deer stopped the rain, she heads towards Karla's house to make sure the other woman has enough hay for her horses-

[Chester] Sees her walking and scoots along behind her out of curiousity.

[Lie] Hears the multiple steps and glances behind her- Hello Chester

[Chester] Little suprised hop- Oh... I guess I'm not very good at being stealthy... - He tugs on his vest a bit in consternation.

[Lie] - Is everything alright?

[Chester] I almost got run over by a skeleton on horseback with a red scarf... other then that, no...

[Lie] - Ah, Ruby. Yes they can be a bit reckless- She greets Karla's horses as she approaches

[Ever] Is looking up with concern at the roof and doesn't notice her approach.

[Chester] It's not like I'm small and easy to miss either!

[Lie] - No, you're not. Ever? Is everything alright?

[Ever] Grimaces- With respawn on? I guess not. But I'm stilll concerned.

[Lie] - Why?- She looks up

-There's a bit of wild cackle and Karla leaps off the roof with a pair of elytra, spreading them wide and shooting out over the ground-

[Ever] Yells up - YOU BE CAREFUL DAMMIT!

[Lie] - Watch out for the ground!

[Karla] Is already heading straight out in the direction of Lie's yard-

[Ever] I just know she's gonna hurt herself! - Goes dashing after her-

[Chester] Players are so weird...

[Lie] - We should follow...

[Chester] Yes mistress!

[Lie] Follows after the other two-

[Karla] Thumps down in the garden with a spray of uprooted carrots and a big - OOF!

[Lie] - I'll grab the hoe...- Heads for the chest she keeps next to the garden

[Karla] Is dusting herself off- Whew! Zat.. I mean... THAT was fun. Ahem.

[Ever] Is red-faced and huffing in annoyance.

[Lie] - Karla, there's really no reason to hide your accent you know...

[Karla] Stiffens a little - I find it... draws the wrong kind of attention.

[Lie] - There's very few here who would have that association with that accent, it's okay to use it here

[Karla] Still looks uncomfortable and it's a bit disconcerting.

[Ever] Were you looking for us specifically Lie?

[Lie] - No actually, I was just swinging by to see if you needed any more hay for your horses- She starts re-tilling the land

[Chester] Can I help with that? - indicates the hoe-

[Karla] That's very thoughtful Lie.

[Ever] I could use a little. I'm still setting up our garden patch.

[Lie] - Sure Chester, there should be another one in the chest. And how much do you think you'll need Ever?

[Ever] Well we only have three horses...

[Karla] Is looking up again. Her thoughts are easy to read, she's looking for a higher place to jump from.

[Lie] - I'll give you six bales then, that should last you awhile

[Endrea] Passes by overhead to check on Ashe's build-

[Karla] Gives her a bit of an envious look-

[Endrea] After checking on her child lands on the roof and settles down to watch her mistress-

[Lie] Is exchanging some stuff with Ever-

[Chester] Is diligently hoeing the garden and putting it back together. He's already got a nice stack of carrots that were scattered.

[Karla] Inspects the elytra for any damage.

[Endrea] Cocks her head slightly- Mistress? I believe the Master is on fire again

[Lie] - It wouldn't surprise me, Aether finds it hilarious

[Endrea] Steps down to the ground- Especially since she's figured out how to do it herself?

[Lie] - Yup

[Karla] The child can wreathe herself in flames? That must make unexpected tantrums a bit awkward.

[Lie] - She interrupted sex...

[Karla] Children are inconvenient like that.

[Lie] - Doesn't make the frustration any less frustrating

[Endrea] Laughs a little- Trying having twelve at once

[Chester] off-handedly- Eliza said she'd had even larger broods in the past.

[Karla] Even one would be too many for me.

[Lie] - So no baby sitting duty for you, got it

[Karla] No offense meant, but my house would be dangerous for curious fingers and she'd likely come back with questions about some of the decor you would not want to answer.

[Lie] - Good point, not that she might not end up with those questions after spending some time with TLOT and Steve...

[Ever] snickers- They are certainly connoisseurs of the PDA .

[Chester] I don't blame them! Love is woooonderful!

[Lie] - Especially when you can actually do stuff...

[Chester] Sappy look- you don't have to do anything. Sometimes it's nice just to be close. - he hugs his arms to his chest, thinking of his sweet Eliza.

[Karla] I think the spider may have different tastes then you or I lie.

[Lie] - Sorry, I just... It was the first time since... Well, you helped that one time

[Karla] nods understandingly-

[Endrea] - I'm certain all you have to do is ask TLOT to watch Aether Mistress, he is warm enough for her

[Karla] Do you mind if I use your roof Lie?

[Lie] - My roof? No...

[Endrea] - What do you need the roof for?

[Karla] Leans over and the elytra fan wide - I need a high place to practice from.

[Endrea] - I can get you higher, give you more time to figure out what you need to do

[Karla] That would be appreciated-

[Ever] Looks frantic- that's a terrible idea mistress!

[Endrea] - I can catch her if she falls

[Ever] NNNNGGGHhh!

[Karla] ia already striding towards the dragon- I would be honored.

[Endrea] Crouches down to make it easier for Karla to climb on-

[Karla] Swings up easily. It's obvious she's caught up on her riding skills-

[Endrea] Spreads her wings and with a massive gale of wind launches herself up into the air-

[Karla] Hunkers down like a jockey so she isn't making drag-

[Endrea] Takes her high up- Are you ready?

[Karla] Yes! - She sits up high and grabs a back spike with both hands before flapping the elytra wide, and the sudden gust of wind onto the wings pulls her like a kite off the dragons back-

[Endrea] Twists to keep her eyes on the woman-

[Karla] Is holding wide, but angling downward as they wings lose forward momentum.

[Endrea] - Even out, you'll stay airborn longer!

[Karla] It's too loud to yell but she's trying her best-

[Endrea] Stays close in case Karla desperately needs her-

[Karla] Sees that they're rapidly heading for the ocean and tries to curve back rather then going straight-

[Endrea] Follows closely-

[Karla] Falters a little and is headed for the water again, she's not panicking, but progressively getting lower.

[Endrea] - Tilt more to one side than the other!

[Karla] Wobbles as she fights the wind-

-There's a shadow following her under the water as well-

[Endrea] Makes the decision to grab Karla, surging forwards and grabbing her within her front feet-

[Herabrine] Leaps high like a dolphin and just misses Karla's feet as Endrea snatches her higher-

[Karla] VAT ZHE FICH???

[Endrea] - Another brine, my Mistress' best friend in fact

[Karla] Is breathing heavy- Thank you....

[Herabrine] peeks out of the water to make sure all is well and does another artful leap to flash her magenta frills in the sunshine-

[Endrea] - Would you like to try again or was that enough for now?

[Karla] We can try again....

-After a long day; the night creeps slowly in. The inhabitants of the castle drift off to bed, and a gentle quiet settles over the massive artifice of cobbles and glass. Yaunfen bids their mada goodnight and heads off for their room. Deerheart shaking her head with a little smile as Doc remains alone in the lab to work on hir computer.-

[Doc] Has made some new patterns to sell and is struggling with a particularly difficult pdf file that doesn't want to upload properly.

[Idolus] Makes a curious noise from their tank.

[Doc] Yeah, yeah. Be appreciative. This stuff may be piss boring, but it keeps the lights on.

-There's a slight crackle from the command block and a hint of a laugh-

[Doc] Bored- Go away Kraz, I'm not in the mood.

[Insanity] - I believe you have the wrong person

[Doc] Shivers at the sound - You! Get off my computer.

[Insanity] - Oh come now, are we not allowed to have a... Friendly? Chat?

[Doc] You are anything but friendly.

[Insanity] - A shame considering what's lurking about here in your home

[Doc] You're about 99% lies and there are always dangers about. It's nothing new.

[Insanity] - Oh? So you already know where the Eldritch is?

[Doc] ... I don't. But I'm not sure it can be entirely killed anyway.

[Insanity] - But it can be found, and protected from

[Doc] Thumbs at the wall behind them and the hidden room beyond- Yeah, I know. I saw what Dolly did to it.

[Insanity] - She's not the only one, you seem to forget that Slender protected the mind of one of my children from it's effects

[Doc] So did Xophiel, he protected Lie, from you actually.

[Insanity] - Yes, but who else here can lead you right to it to finish it off

[Doc] Once again. You are a notorious liar. And you have zero reason to help me if you have nothing to gain.

[Insanity] - Then perhaps we should make a deal

[Doc] I already made a deal. I'm currently leaving the other creepypastas alone so Slender doesn't murder me.

[Insanity] - I will guide you to the Eldritch, if you give me back one of mine

[Doc] Get bent. I'd rather fight the tentacle monster with Dolly by my side. At least I know she won't stab me in the back. It wants Zeke. It'll come back on it's own eventually.

[Insanity] Laughs- I'm surprised you don't wish to take the initiative

[Doc] I think I'll leave looking for trouble to MB and Cp. I'm not that kind of Herobrine.

[Insanity] - So you don't desire to protect those here? Pathetic

[Doc] A little steamed- You know what? Get fucked. I'm not interested in your opinion on how I run my server. You want something from me, and I don't need your help at all.

[Insanity] - I wouldn't be so certain about that, I've been polite so far

[Doc] Small snarl- You just want the creepypastas back, and you're not getting them.

[Insanity] - I don't need your permission, I could just as easily infect you and there would be nothing you could do about it

[Doc] starting to get pissed- I think you're forgetting that LJ lives in my house now. You wouldn't even have time to inspect my mental furniture before being back out on your ass.

[Insanity] - Then perhaps something not as obvious at first, what about the little one, just freshly spawned

[Doc] Hisses and there's a crackle of static- I'll feed her the program myself. I'll make her a carrier before I'd ever let you have her. And her parents would let me do it.

[Insanity] - But you can prevent it Doctor, let me help you

[Doc] a bit loud- YES I CAN. I CAN GO OVER THERE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

[Insanity] Laughs again- I have infected death's child, I'll work around your program eventually

[Doc] Yeah right. I think I would have noticed that already! And have fun trying. As long as there's spark, I'll be right here to thwart you.

[Insanity] - Then why not ask your friend what her father has seen, and see the truth of my words

[Doc] Checks the time outside. - It's like 7am there. I am not doing that. She probably won't even answer the phone.

[Insanity] - Then I suppose you'll be left wondering

[Doc] firmly- I will not wonder. I will finish this upload and I will go the fuck to bed. And you will crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and get off my command block!!!

[Insanity] - Ah but I am not so easily gotten rid of this time Doctor, after all, you have two of my hosts here

[Doc] oh yes... One you considered too weak to talk too and let suffer, I'm sure she'd be thrilled to hear from you. And her son is already annoyed with your behavior. As my friend Mix says; get rekt.

[Insanity] - I never spoke to her because she was never allowed to go anywhere, there was no reason for me to speak to her then, but now? Oh the things I could whisper to her, bolden her, give her strength

[Doc] she has everything she needs already. Now you're grasping at straws. She already risked everything for her kids, I don't think she'll put them in danger now.

[Insanity] - No, she'd be protecting them

-A slight amount of white mist is forming around the base of the command block unbeknownst to Doc-

[Doc] that's your opinion. - folds hir arms in annoyance

[Insanity] - Do you really think she wouldn't do anything to protect her children?

[Doc] Yes. But going insane is not protecting them!!! It makes you a hazard to everyone you care about!

[Insanity] - You know the slender beings are not as affected by me

[Doc] Has anyone ever told you you are relentlessly annoying? I'd ask if you had something better to do, but I know doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result is the textbook definition of insanity.

[Insanity] - Then perhaps I should just return to the Wicker man, divulge what I've seen to him. He had made me quite the tempting offer after all

[Doc] see? This is why I wont deal with you. You're untrustworthy. And if you give away Mirabellas hiding place then I will tell Slender and that will likely lose you the rest of the creepypastas you claim to care so much about. Your concern will be exposed for the lie it is.

[Insanity] - I do care for my children, for you I do not. It would be so easy to just let it slip where a certain office is

[Doc] Has basically reached a point of fury where Xe's just cold and flat toned- what did the a Wicker Man offer you that's so wonderful that you'd throw everything else away so easily?

[Insanity] Something which most others would greatly envy me for and make it easier for me to gather more under my control without losing any of my power

[Doc] So more followers. Why do you even want that? Do you need them to incarnate? Tell you what, here's my offer. Ill make you a body, anything you want. You can be a giant monster and stomp on a city anytime the mood strikes you. All I ask in return is that you go hide somewhere until this is over. I'll even throw in some mobs for you to boss around if that sweetens it any.

[Insanity] - The more under my control, the more powerful they are overall. And I doubt you could make a body strong enough to contain me

[Doc] has now been insulted on a professional level- excuse me? I don't contain things. I help people BECOME things. You manage to utterly destroy yourself in a body i made ill make you a second one gratis and a way to switch between them! No charge! Just because I'm not a mad Doctor don't even act like I can't play God with the best of them!

[Insanity] - Then you'd be making them for an eternity

[Doc] I'm calling bullshit on that! You have no idea what I can do!

[Insanity] - Oh but I have seen what you can do Doctor, and I know what you can do will not be enough

[Doc] bristles! - but you won't let me try, which tells me you're bluffing and afraid you might be wrong and underestimating me!

[Insanity] - Do not test me child,I know the limits that a body can handle. I am far older than you and more experienced in what can and can't handle my energy

[Doc] Child am I??? At least I do my own dirty work instead of using other people like tools!

[Insanity] - I won't have to once Wickerman fulfills his promise

[Doc] Gets up from their chair in a rage- you'll do nothing of the kind! I'm tired of your threats. Come out here if you even can. If you're not afraid of what I'm capable of, then face me directly!

[Insanity] - Are you certain you wish that?

[Doc] Yes! I want to see your face!

[Insanity] The mist she's formed around the base of the command block suddenly darts away from it, letting the entity form a small distance away. Her appearance is as it appeared to Azrael, a young woman composed of light, making it a bit harder for the light sensitive eyes of a brine to look at- Then face me child

[Doc] Looks slightly down and then squints at her- I've been wanting to do this for a long time lady - Xe drags off one of hir heavy rubber gauntlets and slaps Insanity across the face with it. It's stingy and makes a very loud noise - NEVER INSULT MY WORK AGAIN.

[Insanity] Her voice is suddenly behind Doc- Are you sure you even hit me?- When Doc looks up she is not where she had been and seems completely unaffected by anything that had happened

[Doc] Yes I did. - They walk forward without looking back and retrieve a pair of smoked lenses from a trunk before slipping them on.

[Insanity] Giggles a little- I'm not certain you did

[Doc] Yeaaah, you're not going to make me question myself. You're not the first entity I've encountered that can make people hallucinate. - Xe pulls out a chunk of bedrock and starts molding it into what looks like two ice cream scoops attached to a pair of shears. They pull a cord out of the side of the command block and attach it to the calipers as well before darting at Insanity. Xe's far faster then lightning and pinches a tuft of the mist that makes up Insanity's form before letting go of the device. It shoots backward as the cord spins back up into the block and clip/vanishes entirely into the side of it. They glance at the screen as the computer hums into a higher drive to analyse the tiny sample before it dissolves. - I'll let you know what I find out. And we'll just see who can and can't be contained, shall we? -smug-

[Insanity] - It won't work~

[Doc] condescending - There's a phrase I've heard plenty of times. You go ahead and think that if it makes you feel more secure.

[Insanity] - I know so, you only took a small bit, and it's only a small bit that even Slender can handle

[Doc] Leans against the table - Mmmhm. -nod nod- Offender said I couldn't do anything with his saliva either.

[Insanity] Scowls-

[Doc] Smiles at her with all hir sharp teeth. - It made a very nice healing plant. Drop by Slender's greenhouse next time you visit if you want to see it.

[Insanity] Suddenly perks- Ah, I'm afraid this must be cut short, my energy is needed elsewhere

[Doc] Whatever. -makes a shooing motion- Go play. I won't have the results for a few days anyway.

[Insanity] Giggles, the sound echoing around the room as she completely vanishes-

[Doc] Mocks her giggle bitterly. - Bitch....

[Mix] -Comes to the castle with MA, they're chatting about dinos!-

[TLOT] Is sorting through the chests in the main room and packing a trunk with supplies.

[Steve] Looks resigned -

[Mix] What's going on you two?

[Ma] Looks like organization.

[Steve] More like packing for a trip...

[TLOT] Sighs- I promised to investigate something weird my Testificates discovered.

[Mix] -Plops by them- What did they find this time?

[TLOT] A plateau. It looks like a chunk error apparently. A really sheer wall of natural stone and dirt that's higher then an extreme hills biome and mostly in the clouds.

[MA] That sounds familiar. Gotta love messed up terrain.

[Mix] Can we come with? I've got nothing to do today.

[TLOT] It's fine with me.

[Steve] Shrugs- We're gonna get dirty though. It's pure wilderness.

[Mix] That sounds fine! I haven't had that kind of fun in a while. I've mostly been building.

[MA] I'll need to change clothes but then I'm down.

[Stevie] Is heading towards the castle with a slight limp-

[Steve] Do you need to borrow something MA? I've got extra clothes.

[TLOT] Is feeling extra sensitive today and picks up on Stevie. He sends him an impulse to come to where they are.

[Stevie] Doesn't even realize that's what TLOT did as he heads in that direction, soon entering the castle-

[MA] If you've got something extra I can, but it's not too much trouble to run home and grab my other set of clothes. -Turns toward the door to go do so unless Steve has some for him to wear.-

[TLOT] Looks up the stairs as he comes in- Did you need help Stevie?

[Steve] Wait, I'll get you something. - heads downstairs at a good clip-

[Stevie] - Well if you have some potions that would be nice, slipped down a small cliff...

[MA] -Spins back around and plops by Mix, Mix almost immediately leans over against him-

[TLOT] Always, that sounds a bit harrowing. - He pulls out a bottle and offers it to Stevie, it's orange and bubbly.

[Steve] Comes back up with a shirt and pants identical to his own, and a pair of leather boots. -Here you go!

[Stevie] - Thanks- He quickly chugs it, letting it heal his leg- So what's going on here?

[TLOT] A trip to my seed actually. Hoofing around in unmapped wilderness to make my Testificates happy for the most part.

[MA] Much appreciated! -Changes into the clothes. He looks odd in them, but hey, clothes are clothes!-

[Stevie] - An above ground adventure? That might be a nice change of pace

[Steve] Grins- I'm taking some kitted stuff too but who knows if it will even be needed.

[TLOT] nods- caves get stuffy after a while.

[Mix] Caves are where the Mammoths dwell.

[MA] -Nods sagely. It must be an in joke.-

[Stevie] - Mind if I come with? Alexis plans on being out hunting for at least a couple of days

[Steve] That must be a really big cave! And yeah, the more Steves the better.

[TLOT] And fusty. Mammoths smell funny.

[MA] Don't forget the other one. Redeyes be in the halls.

[Mix] We don't talk about that one. -Shakes head- And ehhh you get used to the smell after a while.

[TLOT] Well I've got what I need. I'm ready when you guys are.

[Mix] I'm good to go! -Stands back up-

[MA] Me too.

[Stevie] - I'm good

[TLOT] Leads them out of the castle and down the hill. It's a decent day and a short walk to the cave that houses the cage. He fusses around with the console a bit- I don't want to walk all the way from Kore to these gods-forsaken cooridinates.... Give me a min.

[Steve] Pokes Stevie - You're armed right? It might be needed. Wild animals and such.

[Stevie] - Of course I am, I just visited my niece and I still don't go near my brother without having a sword

-There's a bit of rustling behind the bed at the back of the cage and Traveler walks around the back of it. -

[Steve] That's a bit sad... he's gotten so much better.

[TLOT] Sees the female NOTCH and sighs heavily-

[Traveler] Took you long enough. I've been hearing rumors for far too long.

[TLOT] It's not your problem, it's mine and it's probably nothing.

[Mix] Adventure time! Not whining time.

[Stevie] At Steve- Besides, I have my powers as a back up

[Traveler] Snorts- it's everyones problem. You spend too much time here.

[TLOT] I LIVE HERE. I don't need to stress myself out being a full time nanny for everyone. They're adults and can handle themselves for the most part.

[Traveler] Whatever. Just... remember your bug spray. Ha!

[Steve] What's that supposed to mean???

[Traveler] You'll find out. - flounces out the door.

[TLOT] Small nostril flare of annoyance.

[Stevie] - So uh... Are we going?

[TLOT] Yes. - He opens a portal and stomps inside with determination.

[Steve] Helps the others through so his mate can close it again.

[Stevie] Looks around as they exit-

[MA] -Looks around too once through-

-The terrain is relatively normal around them, just a bit of forest and then a river, but beyond the water is a sheer cliff face. it's perfectly flat as if the chunk was pushed up high from underneath.

[Stevie] Spawns his pick- Sooooo, climbing?

[Mix] -Her claw gloves pop onto her arms and she looks. Excited.-

[TLOT] If I had room in my inventory for anything we might find I'd say yes, but since there isn't; we'll go the quick way.

[Stevie] - Quick way?

[Steve] Wooow...

[TLOT] Steps back and vanishes in a huge puff of bedrock fog, it billows up and up and a massive black enderdragon with eyes like stars emerges from it. - I'll just carry everyone.

[Stevie] Puts his pick away- Okay then

[Mix] Awww. -Her gloves vanish back into her inventory-

[TLOT] I'm sure there will be things to claw Mix. Just... not me please. - He hunkers down and helps them all up-

[Mix] -Pats TLOT's back once she's settled- I'd never claw you, TLOT.

[Stevie] Scrambles up and settles down-

[TLOT] Thank you.

[Steve] Takes the head and reflectively apologizes for grabbing TLOT's tiny ears-

[TLOT] mutters- every time... - He makes a powerful downsweep and they fly rapidly into the clouds above-

-The wall is so high that the air gets a bit thin before they reach the top, the brine dragon is panting as he claws onto the cliff and scrabbles over the side onto flat ground. The jungle is so thick he ends up tearing down several trees before he's secure enough to shift back.

[TLOT] Steve...?

[Steve] Is sitting on his husbands back and scrambles up so he can breathe properly-

[Stevie] - A jungle?

[Mix] -Wobbles a bit but moves to look around their surroundings-

[TLOT] As if we weren't high enough up already we have jungle trees too? They must be nearly at the build limit.

[MA] -Entirely unbothered by the thin air! What a blessing-

-The air is fuggy and hot and the ground is near invisible under a thick cover of bushes and tall grasses.

[Steve] My chest feels tight.

[TLOT] Yeah, my heads a little swimmy, it's like I'm still flying.

[Stevie] - The air is thinner

[Mix] Feels like home... -Starts swatting the grasses and bushes away near them after reequipping her claws-

[MA] We are pretty high up, it's to be expected.

[Steve] Looks around - I wonder if anyone has ever been up here before?

[Stevie] - We'll find out if we find any structures

-The swatted foliage is giving up seeds that aren't exactly the normal wheat type-

[TLOT] Well any direction is fine. Mix, now you can claw everything.

[Mix] Yeahhh! -Swatting fiesta! She's just making a general zone for them to be in right now-

[MA] -Picks up a seed- Huh... Looks.. familiar.

[Steve] Can't resist and digs down a few blocks where he's standing- Hey! Fossils! I hardly ever see those. There's a lot of them too!

[Stevie] - Want help digging them up? I've got a little space in my inventory

[TLOT] I'm concerened by the complete lack of ocelots, pigs and parrots here.

[Steve] Sure! -can't keep a Steve from digging, can you?-

[Stevie] Starts helping- It is a bit quiet...

[MA] -Scoots past Mix's happy swiping to go a bit further into the brush. He's moving plantlife aside to look for tracks or signs of life-

-The dirt is a bit churned up and there's something very large and dark just visible under the brush. -

[MA] What's this? -Starts moving stuff away from the dark spot-

-It's a curved surface, shiny and black and taller then MA at the side.-

[MA] Guys! I found something..?

[Steve] Comes up with a skull that looks uneasily familiar, not unlike the one he's wearing actually- Oh dear...

[TLOT] Steve?

-The black dome rises up on a multitude of little feet and snaps a pair of pincers at MA!-

[Stevie] - Um....

[TLOT] You guys okay over there? Don't go too far!

[MA] FUCKING HELL-- -Angrily swings his staff at it while backpedaling to get away-

[Stevie] Jumps back up to the surface as well-

-It's a giant endermite and it charges at MA, the staff bounces off it's shell. -

[MA] DIE DIE DIE DIE--- -He's just beating his staff against it in a panic-

[Mix] That's one big bug! -Jumps at the thing claws first! Swipe swipe!-

-thunk thunk thunk thunk!-

[TLOT] Is headed their way - are you trying to mine something???

[Steve] I think they need help-

[MA] TLOT THERE'S A GIANT BEETLE BUG THING OH GOD PLEASE HELP-- -thwunk thwunk- I CAN HANDLE GIANT FUCKING LIZARDS, BUT GIANT BUGS???

[Stevie] Heads for the noise-

[Mix] -Dutifully swiping at the bug while MA keeps it's attention with yelling-

[TLOT] Theres a what? HOLY SHIT.

[Steve] Can we flip it over???

[Bug] Too tough in the shell to be getting hurt, they're mainly annoying it.

[Stevie] - Maybe if I can get some ice under it?

[TLOT] If you want to try?? - He pulls out his scythe- I can probably cut it, but that's a big bug.

[MA] -He's just yelling incoherently at the thing while the end of his staff starts to spark angrily-

[Stevie] Focuses and just ends up making the ground vey slick with ice-

[Steve] Falls straight over on his butt- OW!

[Bug] Sliding around snipping at everyone with it's pincers-

[Stevie] - Sorry!

[Mix] -Takes a shot at the Bug's face when it tries to snip her-

[TLOT] Is trying to get rid of the ice now-

[Bug] Gets jabbed in the eye but keeps coming-

[Stevie] - Have you guys faced these things before?

[TLOT] Just once! And we had help then too!

[Stevie] - How did you kill it?

[Ma] -Slams his charged staff into it when it slides back toward him, a small explosion of energy from the contact sends it skidding across the icey ground- AAAAAAAAAAA

[Bug] Goes sliding into a tree and there's a loud nose like a pumpkin hitting a wall. It's really pissed now-

[Steve] We can't use fire this time, we'll burn the whole forest!

[Stevie] - What about weak spots? Is their a place we can strike where we can break through the shell?

[TLOT] The little endermites are soft underneath...

[Stevie] - So, aim for the underside then, got it- He rushes forwards to attack

[bug] PINCHING INTENSIFIES-

[MA] IT'S UNDERSIDE IS SOFT? -Flips his staff around and full force rams it under the bug before WRENCHING, and Mix helps a bit to weigh it down to flip the evil big bug of pinchy doom-

[bug] Lots of snapping and leg wiggling but it can't flip over easily-

[Steve] Stabbing time! - He goes at it with his sword, dodging the jaws and making an unholy mess-

[Stevie] Joins his fellow Steve-

[Ma] -Angrily stabs the fuck out of it too. he's angery-

[Bug] Blerg.... ded. It pops out of existence, leaving a mess of green goop everywhere and a single item drop. It's a perfect pair of elytra.

[TLOT] Is still weirdly winded because of the altitude - Good job!

[Steve] Ha!

[Ma] -Fwumps beside the goop- I... hate... bugs.

[Stevie] - Yeah, not the worst stuff I've been covered in

[Steve] Yick. But hey, free elytra. I already have a pair. Someone should take them at least.

[Stevie] - I'm really not much for flying on my own

[Ma] -Reaches over and snatches them into his inventory-

[TLOT] Well that solves that.

[Steve] I say we look for some water. I feel like Endrea sneezed on me.

[Stevie] - Agreed

[TLOT] Do you want to keep leading Mix? You seem to be good at clearing a path.

[Mix] Sure! But if another one of those things shows up, someone else can murder it! -Swipe swipe away we go!-

-The bushes are thick but they part easily under Mix's claws, it isn't long before the jungle opens up onto a large lake. The shore is barely visible on the other side and there's a bit of light, like a lone lava spawn block on the far side-

[Stevie] - Well at least we can clean up...

[Steve] Creeps up to the waters edge - I can't see the bottom... that makes me suspicious.

[TLOT] Also approaches it warily and takes a drink- Well at least it's clean...

[MA] I fear no water, I'm covered in goop, move over -Strides right to it and just. plops his leg in-

[Stevie] - Okay then

-There are fish under the water, they're really big but ignoring the people entirely-

[Steve] Is watching them closely as he washes himself off- I see you...

[TLOT] I wish I'd brought a pole... Those are big fish.

[MA] -Just, scrubbing bug guts off as best he can-

[Mix] -Washes herself off before eyeing the fish in intense thought, and then glances at her claw gloves- ...

[Stevie] Pulls his shirt off to rinse it off, his chest and back are covered in scars-

[Steve] Gets distracted by Stevie - That's... quite a collection...

[Mix] Hey TLOT, want a fish? -She's homing in on one fish-

[TLOT] I wouldn't mind haveing a closer look at least-

[Mix] -Goes full force into the water with a huge splash-

[assorted fish] WTF?

[very large fish] can't get out of the way fast enough!

[Mix] -Pops back up with one certified wiggly fish in her hands!- Tada!

[TLOT] That fish... kinda has little fin legs?

[Stevie] - That's what happens when your brother doesn't quite kill you

[Steve] Oh Stevie... You mean he'd just hurt you and leave you someplace?

[Stevie] - Sometimes, it was usually me managing to drag myself away. If I had potions they wouldn't have scarred, same with if I had died. But, at least for me, scars carry over through respawns if they are allowed to form

[Steve] Sad frown - On our seed scars are caused when someone you love hurts you...

[Mix] It's a wiggly boy! We had a different kind at home...

[Stevie] - Then you're lucky

[TLOT] That's a really weird fish.

[Steve] No... not really... - he glances at TLOT- It just means that everytime you look at that person, you know they carry a reminder of the pain you caused them.

[Stevie] - Heh, guess so- He pulls his still damp shirt on over himself and the edges start to ice over

[Coelacanth] Out of the water and not happy! Lots o wiggling!

[Steve] looking at the ice- that seems a tad uncomfortable... Do you need a different shirt?

[TLOT] Is squinting at the water and his eyes widen. His voice is super quiet but it carries, and he's standing perfectly still. - Just put it in your inventory. It'll make too much noise, and get out of the water. Calmly.

[Mix] Hmm? -Starts to do so, still clutching the wiggly boy-

[Steve] Feels his husbands fear and moves to obey. He goes to pull Stevie and squeaks as the icy shirt touches his hand-

- there are a few ripples on the water, getting closer-

[MA] -Not in the water-

[Steve] manages to drag Stevie to shore and looks back.

- there's a glimpse of something like an up turned boat floating on the surface, and then it's gone again-

[TLOT] I don't like that... It reminds me of something... I only remember that it was bad...

[Stevie] - At least it's not Basil?

[Steve] is focused on his mate as the Herobrine latches onto a scrap of memory. [TLOT] This isn't right... There should be a castle... Just a small one... Like tower, covered in mossy cobbles....

- There's a sudden churn in the water and a bit of blood floats up like a slick from below-

[Stevie] - That's not good..

[TLOT] We'll have to walk around the water. I don't know what's out there, but it's obviously dangerous.

[Stevie] - What about over the water?

[Mix] -Puts the wiggly fish buddy into her inventory before shaking off the water she's soaked with-

[TLOT] Takes a bit of a wheezy breath- no... No more flying right now. Just stay away from the shore.

[Stevie] - But I could probably just freeze us a path?

[TLOT] And risk it not being wide enough? Or getting broken from underneath? I think not.

[Steve] I nudges Stevie, shaking his head no ever so slightly.

[MA] Better to be safe than sorry.

[TLOT] Is already walking, keeping one eye on the water-

[Stevie] Follows along, his sword slipping easily into his hand-

[Steve] Forges a little ahead- hey there's a little path here. It's pretty rough but the ground is partly clear-

[Mix] Good. As much as I love slicing the grass down, a premade path is great.

- the ground is tromped down but it doesn't look like a deliberate path, and the trees are broken high above it -

[Mix] -Looking up at the broken trees with MA as they get there-

[MA] -Slowly turns to study the trees before frowning.- Hm...

[TLOT] I still feel like we should keep the water in sight...

[Steve] someone really went to town with a shovel here. There's flattened dirt blocks everywhere...

[Stevie] - I'm not sure that was done by shovels...

[MA] -Pursed lips- … It leads TO the water.

[Stevie] - Like the trails left by wolves...

[Steve] I hear a rumbling, is that thunder?

-There's a bit of a rumble and the trees shiver slightly-

[TLOT] Looks around nervously-

[Steve] Hard to see much of anything under all these trees... - the noise is getting louder and there's a certain rhythm to it-

[TLOT] let's get on the opposite side of the trail at least, hide in the bushes. That's a really heavy thump...

- They can hear the sound of branches breaking too-

[Steve] Helps hurry the others into a more hidden spot.

[Stevie] - That is definitely not thunder...

- A speckled shape breaks into view, it's absolutely massive, with legs thicker then tree trunks and a neck arching up and up far into the foliage above. It's feet are shaking the ground with every step, and it's thick tail is bending trees like saplings as it makes its way towards the water.

[Steve] pure terror-

[TLOT] urgent whisper- Is it a dragon???

[Mix and MA] A hightop! -hushed but excited-

[MA] I had a feeling it was one, to break the trees all the way to the top? Very little could do that.

[Mix] I remember the hightop in Cape Claw!

[Stevie] -... I'd like to go home now

[TLOT] What the nether does something that big even eat????

[Mix] Leaves!

[MA] Lots, and lots of leaves.

[Stevie] - Yeah but that thing could trample us to death!

[Steve] Just... just leaves?

[Hightop] Makes it's way to the water and looks around cautiously before craning it's long, long neck down to drink.

[TLOT] It's... it's weirdly graceful. Like a big smooth dragon.

[Stevie] - It's also terrifying!

[Steve] I almost want to touch it.

[TLOT] I request that you don't do that.

[Hightop] Wanders down the shore a bit and there's the sound of munching very high up -

[Mix] If we find one that can talk, I can ask for you, Steve. They're not the brightest but they're usually friendly.

[Stevie] - They can talk?

[Mix] On my seed, yes.

[TLOT] I'm not holding out hope that that's the case here... mentally I'm not getting much.

[Mix] Well if we do find one, I'll ask for ya, Steve.

[Steve] Thank you.

[TLOT] We should keep moving. I shudder to think what comes out at night here.

[Stevie] - Agreed, so what exactly are we looking for?

[TLOT] Well I really wanted was to check on the chunk flora and fauna to see if it was abnormal and that's a big fat yes. But we should at least walk until dark and see if there are any structures. If not, we can go back. Some of this just feels weirdly familiar to me.

[Stevie] - Then let's go

-As they skirt the shoreline, the ripples seem to follow them. Presumably the hightop is too big to be prey, but the small humans are not so lucky. The air is muggy and seems to get hotter as they travel, TLOT's breathing is slightly labored and he's struggling to conceal it.

[Stevie] Is nervous and leaving a small trail of ice behind him-

[Mix] -Is listening carefully to things in the forest as they go. As far as dinosaurs are considered, she's got little fear-

[Steve] Is clearing brush with a shovel and hits something hard - Hey I found a moss cobble. - he starts swatting at a thick clump of bramble blocks-

[TLOT] Feels around mentally - I... I don't feel so good...

[Stevie] - Do we need to throw up a quick shelter?

[TLOT] It's the ground... this area feels... I'm not even sure... I feel like I ate mushrooms.

[Steve] You sit, I'll search. Stevie? Please help me.

[MA] -Helps clear the ground so they can see more cobble.-

[Mix] Take a breather, TLOT. Don't need you passing out.

[Stevie] - Yeah, can do- He starts helping to clear

-The clearing reveals a bit more wall, and floor, there was something here, but the walls have all fallen. Or with Hightops around, perhaps been kicked over.

[Steve] Is searching for any sign of a basement with no luck so far.

[MA] -Continues swatting along until he finds the edges of the now decrepit building-

[Stevie] - Should we dig down?

[Steve] If you want? But it seems solid enough...

[Stevie] - Well then what do you suggest?

[Steve] Clear out around the walls, look for nooks.

[TLOT] Coughs a bit-

[Stevie] - Got it

[Mix] -Staying by TLOT to keep him company-

[MA] -As he's swatting along he gets his staff caught in a nook in the wall.- Hmm? What's this? -He bends down to check and finds a trunk in the nook.- I.. found a trunk.

[Steve] rushes over- open it!

[Stevie] Keeps an eye on their surroundings-

[MA] -Pops the trunk open with his staff, since it's there anyway.-

-Inside is a tablet, a lot of very old fossil bones, and something white. It has no glow, or definition. It just looks like a mistake. A small featureless white cube.

[MA] -Pulls all the things out- H...uh.

[TLOT] Looks at the cube and staggers back before vomiting.

[Steve] Races to help him-

[Stevie] - TLOT!?

[Mix] Woah!-- Cover that up MA!

[MA] -Just cram the cube into your inventory, just do it. What could go wrong.-

[TLOT] Seems to calm down as it's out of his sight. But he still looks very ill.

[Mix] Is that better now TLOT?

[TLOT] Gasps- We need to leave...

[MA] I'll just.. put all of this in my inventory if we've gotta go now! -Starts doing that!-

[Stevie] - So how do we get down?

[Steve] I don't know, but we need to get him away from here!

[TLOT] Looks rather dazed.

[Stevie] Looks around- I don't think we're terribly far from the edge of the chunk...

[Mix] Less talking, more walking! -Helps TLOT to start stepping away from the old build-

[TLOT] Just allows himself to be half-dragged as Steve runs along behind-

[Stevie] Runs ahead until he reaches the edge of the cliff, looking around- I'm guessing TLOT turning into a dragon again is out of the question...

[Steve] I've got some junk blocks, we could lay stairs?

[Stevie] - I don't think any of us have enough for that...- There's a bit of ice creeping over the edge of the block

-There's some animal-sounding noises from inside the jungle, and the sky is quickly growing rosy as the sun heads for the horizion-

[Stevie] Jumps a bit in surprise and accidentally takes a step back off of the edge, his powers surging and creating a slick block under him- WHOA!

[Steve] Reaches out to help him - Stevie!

[Stevie] Is grabbed and looks down- I think I might have an idea? But I don't know how well I can pull it off

[Steve] I'm game, what are you thinking?

[Stevie] - Sliding down?

[MA] I'll help if I can.

[Steve] That could work. I think you better do it fast though...

[Stevie] Takes a breath and focuses, the ice spreading from the initial block and traveling downwards, hugging the sides of the chunk- Should we go as it's being made?

[MA] Probably, incase they start breaking.

[Stevie] - Guess I go first...- He sits down and pushes off, picking up speed as he travels down

[Steve] Basically grabs his husband against his back and TLOT clings to him a bit desperately. He waits for the others to hit the slide and goes down after them-

[Stevie] Yelps as their speed increases, not used to dealing with these sorts of physics he almost launches them off the side a few times as they speed for the bottom. He maintains his focus and manages to keep creating the massive ice slide-

[Mix] Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[Steve] Does some recreational screaming-

[Stevie] After several minutes slides ass first into the dirt, having the wind knocked out of him in the process as they reach the ground-

[MA] -Vague disgruntled noises as he slides with them-

[Steve] tumbles onto the grass as well, TLOT loses his grip on Steve and rolls a bit farther-

[TLOT] Is already breathing better and his color is returning as he lays against the normal green grass.

[Steve] Realizes the mobs are starting to emerge and draws his sword-

[Stevie] Catches his breath as he makes himself stand and summons his sword-

[Mix] -Hops daintily off the ice slide and goes straight for the nearest mob, claws first!- Weee!

[Stevie] Slices through several mobs with a far too practiced ease-

[TLOT] Is coming around and lifts himself up on his hands, he's shaking his head in confusion-

[Steve] Actually apologizes as he cuts down a zombie-

[Stevie] - TLOT! You doing better now?

[TLOT] Why am I all wet???

[Stevie] - I kinda made an ice slide?

[TLOT] A what?

[Steve] We need a portal please!

[Stevie] - Explanation later!

[TLOT] I'm on it- He starts conjuring, it's obviously taking some effort, but the hole does open-

[Steve] Backing towards it- Abandon seed!

[Stevie] Runs through-

[MA] -Stops Mix from slicing some poor zombie in half to pull her through the portal-

-The offensive pod above stirs as the group comes back through and watches them carefully as they pass-

[TLOT] I can't tell you the last time I felt that sick...

[Stevie] - Can we not go back there again?

[TLOT] I'm good with that. I did what was expected of me. I'll tell my followers they're not permitted to go there either.

[MA] Hey tlot

[TLOT] Very tired sounding- yes?

[MA] do you want the tablet i grabbed with the rest or?

[TLOT] Just stick it someplace please... we'll have a look at it at least.

[Steve] There's a little wall around the bed..

[Stevie] - I'm going to head back up if nobody minds

[MA] - looks for a clear spot to place the tablet before doing so -

-The image is of two figures. One is clearly a NOTCH, the other has the face of a wolf, or perhaps a wolf mask? Both are extending one hand towards each other to grasp a small object between them. It looks like a tiny golden sun. Their opposing hands are behind their backs and each is concealing a knife. -

[TLOT] ...

[Stevie] - What are they doing?

[Steve] Something that happened a long time ago I hope.

[TLOT] Plotting a betrayal, judging by the knives.

[Stevie] - Well at least your NOTCH is gone

[Mix] Yeah, at least you have that much, TLOT.

[TLOT] Just... leave it there. I need to think about this... my head is killing me...

[Stevie] - We could go to the bar? It's not too far

[Doc] Is heading over to visit Lie with Yaunfen and Waffles. [Both the cat and the food.]

-There's fwooshing noises coming from the back steps by the workroom and infectious laughter-

[Yaunfen] That's a weird noise....

[Doc] Weirdly familiar.

[CP] Around back briefly setting himself on fire over and over again to entertain his daughter who is in Lie's lap-

[Doc] Oh my goodness!

[Yaunfen] Erupts in giggles-

[CP] Freezes as he realizes they've been spotted- The fuck are you doing here?

[Lie] - Hey Doc

[Yaunfen] We brought you food. -flourishes a half trunk-

[Doc] Just came over to visit and Yaunfen had the idea to bring you breakfast.

[Lie] - Well thank you Yaunfen, that was very thoughtful of you

[CP] Takes Aether from Lie-

[Yaunfen] Hands her the trunk once her hands are free and there's a whiff of bacon and syrupy smells from it. -

[Doc] Is just smiling at Cp-

[Aether] Makes baby nonsense and puts her sleeve in her mouth-

[CP] - Stop that, Lie? Do you have her pacifier?

[Lie] - No, I think it's in the bedroom...

[Yaunfen] I'll get it! - rushes into the house-

[Doc] Smiles after then as well, hir feelings are plain. Xe's proud of hir child and very happy with Cp right now too.

[Waffles] Snuffles around Lie's feet a little and does a whisker tickle on her hands-

[Lie] - Hey Waffles, you behaving?

[Waffles] Mow?

[Doc] Chuckles - they're just hoping for a handout. Cats are cats, even big cakey ones. Yaunfen is having better luck getting them to behave then Fru at least.

[Lie] - Well, Fru is a Trex…

[Aether] Is making her newly learned "concentrating" face

[Doc]Uh-oh Cp... that looks like an 'I'm about to be stinky' face. Fart or otherwise.

[CP] - No it's not

[Aether] Combusts-

[Doc] Okay, firey, not stinky. She was certainly doing something deliberate though. And yeah... Fru is going to be an issue. I have a feeling I may be stuck with fighting them to submission after their last growth spurt happens. Scarab or no...

[Yaunfen] Comes back with the soft giraffe. - Will this work?

[Doc] Gives it a suspicious look-

[Lie] - Yeah, Sophie will work just fine- She takes the toy and hands it to her daughter who starts chewing on it- So any new news from your end of the seed Doc?

[Doc] TLOT apparently had a very worrying experience. His Testificates found several chunks of pushed up plateau that's full of oversized monsters.

[Lie] - Oh dear, is everyone okay?

[Doc] Shaken up, and Stevie apparently learned a new way to use his glitch.

[CP] - What did he do?

[Yaunfen] He made a big slide out of ice and they zoomed down! - Is gesturing with their hands like Steve did when telling them about it.

[Lie] - Oh wow! That's impressive!

[CP] Groans-

[Aether] Flickers out-

[Doc] It saved their butts. They found something bad, but I haven't had a chance to examine it myself. MA has it last I heard.

[Yaunfen] The baby went out.

[CP] - Yeah she can't really hold her flames for long yet

[Lie] - Well hopefully we figure out what they found soon. Do you know what it was that they found?

[Yaunfen] Aww it's okay Aether. You'll be able to blaze it just like daddy someday.

[Doc] Some kind of tiny white cube that made TLOT so weak and sick that he threw up.

[Lie] - Could it be something his NOTCH had made?

[Aether] Babbles-

[Doc] Maybe. I'll get my hands on it eventually. Though there's the chance that it makes brines sick in general, not just him.

[Yaunfen] Babbles back and makes some funny faces for Aether.

[Lie] - Guess we'll find out eventually

[CP] Watches as Aether's face screws up- There's the poopy face

[Doc] Someones burning through the diapers huh?

[CP] - Yeah yeah- He stands up and takes Aether inside to change her

[Yaunfen] Someone's being a good daddy.

[Doc] Scoots over to Lie - and you didn't even have to ask. - They give her a small hug- How's motherhood suiting you?

[Lie] - Other than the baby finding the worst ways to shut down sex? Good

[Doc] Yeah.... that part is rough...

[Yaunfen] Did I do that?

[Doc] Sometimes, but it was okay. You wanted to sleep in the bed with me and Deerheart. And we understood that was where you needed to be.

[Lie] - I just, really need some, but if Aether is with somebody else for too long then she gets really fussy because she gets cold and I'm pretty sure other than daddy, well TLOT's probably the only one hot enough

[Doc] Well... I know it annoys Cp, but I could always use my touch on you...?

[Lie] - No, I want my husband

[Yaunfen] Isn't Gk hot enough?

[Doc] Waves hir hands in a placating manner- Just offering!

[Lie] - Maybe...

[CP] Comes back out with Aether- All clean now

[Doc] Good job.

[Yaunfen] Can I hold her? Or will she flame on me?

[Lie] - She's still pretty young Yaunfen...

[Yaunfen] Oh... okay. Can she have candy yet?

[Doc] I think that's a no too...

[Lie] - No Yaunfen. It will be a long time before she can have that

[Yaunfen] Oh well...

[Doc] Human babies don't mature like dragons kiddo. They don't pop out ready to run.

[CP] - They grow up a bit more slowly

[Yaunfen] petting Waffles-

[Doc] It's okay, you'll have plenty of chances to play with her later. I think once she gets on her feet she'll be a real handful. How's Cn handling it?

[Lie] - Alright, but he's spending more time with Firebird since our visit to the other server

[Doc] Firebird is a decent teacher, so that's probably for the best.

[Blake] Comes out of the house and bristles at the sight of the big cat so near to the baby-

[Lie] - So what are your plans for the day Doc?

[CP] Bounces Aether a little to keep her happy-

[Doc] There's a small update I need to do on the server. It's going to suck because it's a physics bug fix and I'm afriad it's going to mess up some of the builds.

[Lie] - Do you want me to text Dofta and see if she can get you a clean copy?

[Doc] I was considering it.

[Blake] Growls at Waffles-

[Waffles] Very bored and droll cat look-

[Lie] - Here, I'll send her a text- She pulls out her phone and fires off a quick message

[Dofta] Texting back- It's really late.... do you need it now?

[Lie] Looks at Doc- Do you need it now? She says it's late there

[Doc] I guess I can find something else to do for a bit...

[Lie] Texts back- It can wait till morning

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l o v e d .

boyfriend au! haechan ❀

genre; angst × fluff

pairing; haechan × reader

word count; 2.7k

warning; mentions of bullying and a singular bad word

requested by anon; Haechan From Nct 127 imagine where you want to break up with him cuz he has been treating you very meanly and in the end you make up????? Please and thank you! I’m thirsty for some drama in my life with cute endings I’m so sorry I’m a mess! I love you 💕💕💕💕💕😂

to note;

haechan pov

this is haechan of 127, not dream; so he isn’t soft × fluffy oof

i’m just kidding, he still is,,, at some points

i hope this isn’t too cliché ><

author’s note; thank you for the request anon!!! ٩(^ᴗ^)۶ ah i’m so excited to write this and i hope this isn’t too disappointing,,, i love you vvvvv much (❁´‿`❁) i’m really sorry this took so long;;; (,,•́ . •̀,,) there may be grammer errors here and there so please excuse that ahh but enjoy~

let’s go:

12 a.m.

“get out… please,”

haechan let out a self-depreciating chuckle, quirking the left corner of his lip as your broken voice resonated in his mind. the look of distraught and profound sadness never left your face as haechan heed your orders, stepping out of your once-homely, shared apartment. he walked along the sidewalk that led to the nearby park, nibbling at his lower lip. what went wrong? that was the question that bothered him so much. all he could do now was to walk, walk down his path of regrets. silently, the tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped from his chin. he was too sad to cry out or wail, and eventually, he slumped down onto a bench while the magnitude of his loss swept over him. the loss of you, his beloved. was he at fault? no, it couldn’t have been. haechan buried his head into the palms of his warm hands, sobbing at maximum strength. unconsciously, his mind wondered to the forbidden realms of how he had first met you. it was not the appropriate time to think about such things but he just couldn’t help it.

❃

“hey, i’m haechan. i find you real cute, so just call me hyukkie~”

yes, that was the first thing he had said to you five years prior. what a smooth talker, huh. but haechan was known for that, his specialty people might call it even. he had always been the happy virus of the class, the beloved jokester, a natural flirt and dare he say, the most outgoing one in the school. he was popular, as in, very well known and loved by the school. his outrageous antics, be it on friends or teachers, never failed to humor the class; even the teachers would find it amusing enough to let him off the hook, sometimes, encouraging it to lighten up the mood.

the thing is, he had everyone begging for his attention — romantically, that is. each and every day, he had a constant supply of food and love notes to the point where you’d wonder if he was secretly an idol or something. however, unfortunately for him, the one he had eyes for, never blinked an eye at him. you were always an exception — you never seemed to laugh at his jokes, much less even flinched at his pranks. whatever haechan threw at you, you somehow managed to avoid it. and of course, this gave haechan’s ego a big hammering down. he didn’t know what to do, always dumbfound by your unaffected emotions. at that moment, he was at his wits’ end. to be very honest, he didn’t know what made him so attracted to you. did you cast some magic spell on him? because my, were you bewitching, or so it seemed like that to him. he adored you so much but didn’t know a single thing about you. it was a hilarious situation, really. maybe it was your immunity to react to his comedic statements, maybe it was your quiet, stand-offish personality, or maybe it was your laugh.

it was the most unexpected thing. the moment the flirtatious words left haechan’s mouth, you were flabbergasted at his introduction but let out such a charming laugh, he became the one tongue-tied and then poof, a wild crush on you appeared. so, you were the typical new kid of the class, having been transferred from your last school at the middle of the year for the terrible classmates you had. what you had not known was how lady luck wanted to torment you a little longer before giving you the happiness you deserved. haechan became highly aware of his affections for you and showered you with lots of love and attention. oh, what had been thought a blessing, turned out to be your worst nightmare. for everything he gave, it was always backed up with death threats from his admirers. this drove you to the edge. the constant bullying that was waiting for you at the end of every day, the occasional egg being thrown at you and the rare moments of you actually getting along with someone, eventually being your best and only friend. — you tolerated all of that, but haechan never knew. and that was when you started to really distant yourself from him. he was the cause of the toxic relationships you had with your fellow schoolmates. he was the cause for all the pain that you had to suffer. he was the cause of everything, yet he knew nothing.

❃

it was finally senior year, the year everyone had been waiting for, the year all seniors would graduate, the year for prom. that was haechan’s chance, his last chance, to ask you out. he had been trying for the past two years, ever since you transferred. haechan came to know about his tyrant admirers from his best friend, mark. of course, he was vehement to say the least. upon seeing the two-faced girls in the corridor one day, he lashed out at their appalling behavior towards you, never stopping to take a breather from his scolding. you were there when that happened, and honestly, like everyone else, you had never seen him so infuriated before. it was a first, and you were astounded that it was because of you. fortunately for him, that was his redeeming ticket to something he had never directly caused. you truly appreciated his willingness to stand up for your sake, but well, haechan knew he was indirectly the cause for your mistreatment and he had to do you justice.

and that was the turning point of your relationship.

“be my sunflower?”

he asked you out to prom.

❃

“be my sun?”

haechan held a stunning bouquet of crimson red roses in his clammy, trembling hands, shyly looking up at you as he asked you to be his significant other a year after prom. unexpectedly, haechan received a soft, tender kiss on the lips as he felt a smooth hand lay on his cheek, your thumb grazing over his supple cheeks. overjoyed were you, as you gently took the bouquet with your free hand. your smile was so genuinely sweet, with just the right amount of shyness, haechan couldn’t help but feel his heart burst with a sudden surge of warmth and joy.

❅

1 a.m.

that was a memory he held so dear to his heart. one in many, that is.

you were his sun as much as he was to everyone else. you were his sunflower, so beautiful, warm, and positive; and ultimately, you were his source of happiness. he didn’t deserve you and he reminded himself of that every single day. it tormented him, it made him work harder to make up for whatever he thought he lacked, it made him love you unconditionally. but was that really enough? he was conflicted, fighting off as many tears as he could. pathetic, he despised himself. dragging himself off the bench, he lifted his right fist up and threw it to an unsuspecting tree. an unimaginable pain blossomed in his knuckles, as drops of blood started to ooze out from the rips in his skin. a sharp hiss escaped his lips as he clenched his jaw, regretting his impulsive and stupid move. that pain however, is incomparable to the one he felt in his heart.

❃

college students. two-year love birds. the couple of the campus. that was you and haechan, alright. everything was the same, yet so different in college. he was still the prankster gangster that he was, topped with more mischief, that is. definitely still a hit with everyone, but thankfully in the friendly sense. on the other hand, you became the campus sweetheart. oh my, boys fell for you left and right, even with the knowledge that you were long taken. you became famed for your endearing and kind personality, cute to the core, as haechan described. nevertheless, this soon became a problem, a problem that would escalate to heights unimaginably high. haechan became overcome with dread the moment he saw a random boy from your psychology class trot on to you, hands gripping onto a box of chocolates. he witnessed the entire moment, from where the boy had confessed, he presumed, to when he got rejected, as he noticed the droop of the boy’s head as he slowly turned around to walk away. conjointly, he looked to see your perplexed expression as you passed the chocolates to a friend that happened to pass by. initially, all was good as haechan was always notified by you whenever you received a confession of love.

howbeit, after a few months later, things had seemingly changed. you had grown distant, yet again, with different circumstances this time however. you went out with guys haechan never even knew existed. you spent less time together. there were lesser kisses and hugs; lesser “i love you”s. he placed more effort into the relationship, buying you weekly flowers, cooking for you when you came back to the dorm late — haechan became desperate. his self-esteem hit rock bottom. insecurity about his looks, envy about the amount of attention you gave to others instead of him, fear that he would lose you. he became possessive. it drove him insane.

❅

11 p.m.

“haechan, why have you been acting like this?”

those words floated out of your mouth so simply, like it meant nothing. why? it was lunatic, how you weren’t aware about how horribly you were treating him, how you didn’t understand his feelings, how you never asked about his day anymore, how you never ranted about your problems to him anymore, how you never told him you loved him anymore. haechan was so sick of it, he had to deal with the constant stress the professors put on him daily, them breathing up his neck and then deal with the constant reminder that you were probably out with friends, more specifically, male friends. so, his possessiveness caught up to him, causing him to come off as mean or more accurately, manipulative. wherever you went, he demanded for a report of everything you did. whoever you called, he accused you of cheating on him. whenever you laughed at something, he cursed at the source of your laughter. what he adored most had become something he dreaded most.

“you actually want to know why? finally? when did you start caring about me again, huh?”

rage. that was all haechan felt. the spur of anger stirred in his whole entire being. he spat on the ground separating the two of you.

“you’ve become someone i don’t recognize, haechan,”

a roar of laughter bubbled up to his lips. what a hypocrite, his lips curled into a snarl. haechan was seeing red, angered to the point of no return. his mouth opened, spewing out the toxins he had been storing in his body for months, via words. continuously without stop, he yelled at you, who started to cower in fear of the person haechan had become.

“you became a whore, (y/n)!”

that was the breaking point; for both haechan and you. he went too far. he knew he did. but he didn’t even try to stop the words from spilling out.

s m a c k .

skin against skin, palm against cheek. haechan felt the tingly burn on his cheek after your hand had connected with it, causing a loud smack to ripple apart the deafening silence that engulfed you two, moments prior. he looked up at you, holding his cheek, only to see pearl-like tears rolling down your cheeks from wide, luminous eyes. your eyes that once shined like the stars in the vast night sky, held so much pain and regret. haechan could see it so clearly but he refused to look away, he refused to back down, not after all the nights he had spent looking at the mirror, wondering why he was not good enough for your wandering eyes. his dark lashes started to brim heavy with tears, hands clenched into shaking fists, in a desperate battle of grief and hatred.

“let’s break up,”

❅

1:30 a.m.

what happened that night was not something haechan was proud of. after beating up the innocent tree, bloodied hands were his payment for his offence. his anger slowly dissipated, turning into complete sadness. he loved you. no, he loves you. after everything, he knows that you didn’t know what you were doing, you were just suddenly showered by affection from other people that you didn’t realize how you were treating haechan, he knew you didn’t mean to break up with him, and he knew you were still in love with him, as much as he was with you. he was willing to forgive you, he wanted to. he wanted to hold you in his arms, and breathe in your scent again. he wanted to whisper sweet nothings. he just wanted you back.

closing his eyes, haechan went back to the bench and plopped himself on it. the cool, night wind tickled his neck, almost as if to comfort him. the gentle swishing of the leaves seemed to whisper to him that everything would work out. it had to, haechan thought, as another gush of tears came swimming to his eyelids. one by one, they slipped past his closed gates, sliding down his cheeks in big, fat droplets. the warmth they brought along comforted him, until eventually becoming cold too, like the world was to him now, as they drop of his chin. it’s going to be a long night, he sighed.

❅

2:00 a.m.

“haechan, wake up! haechan, please… i-i still love you. please wake up, please be alright, oh my god, i’m so sorry. i don’t deserve you one bit,”

it can’t be.. it just can’t be. haechan knew he was asleep but that voice, it sounded so… real. he didn’t know if he could believe it, after all he had been delusional for a few months now. gathering all of his strength, he peeked through an eye as he felt the sudden drop of a tear on his hand, his palms receiving an intense amount of warmth, and a melancholy-sounding voice drifted up to his ears.

“h-hyukkie… i don’t even deserve to call you that anymore. i thought about what you said, and i realized how badly i’ve been treating you this past few months. i never meant that to happen, i was so caught up with everything that i,, no, that’s no excuse for my behavior. if you wake up, i hope you know that you were always the sun, and the only reason why i could be a sunflower was because of you. you gave me so much love that i could never repay you back, no matter how hard i try. never in my life have i received so much attention from a single person, i’m so lucky to have you but i never appreciated you enough. i was never good enough for you, i’m so sorry—“

haechan had heard enough, enough to understand that the feelings between both of you were mutual. you two still loved each other, and that was enough. you had grasped onto his blood-stained hands so tightly, he knew you were genuine. the look of utter distraught stirred his heart, he knew you were truly apologetic. the moment he removed his hand to touch your cheek, your head shot up at once, cutting off your ramble, taken aback by his actions but more importantly, the fact that he was alright. at once, haechan was engulfed by a humongous hug as he was squeezed by the love of his life. aghast was he, but responded by hugging you back, burying his head into the hollow of your neck, leaving fluttery little kisses all the way up. your giggles were music to haechan’s ears. god, he had missed you so much. after what seemed like eternity in each others’ comforting embrace, you two separated, smiling like the goofballs both of you were.

“so, we good here?”

haechan rolled his eyes at your a-bit-too-late-to-ask statement, chortling. gazing lovingly into your mystifying eyes, haechan let out a relief sigh, ecstatic to have you back.

“for everything that you’ve done, my favorite would always be you loving me,”

#asdghja the tags aren't working again help #idk what to feel about this;;;;#haechan #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #lee donghyuck #scenarios #imagines #nct 2018

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daddykaramatsu-blog · 6 years

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Jyushimatsu x reader SMUT

oof me and @experimental-bb decided to collab, and this is what was created :} Pronouns: Female Word count: 2761 You were enjoying your normal Saturday, relaxing on the couch and watching tv, getting chores done, etc. You were in the middle of one of your cleaning breaks, eating a granola bar. You took a bite and a slight vibration made you look up. You grabbed your phone and looked at the caller ID, seeing 'Matsuno'. "Hello? (Y/N) here!" You chirped to the person on the other line. "Ah! (Y/N)-chan! Its me, Jyushimatsu!" The yellow brother exclaimed to you. Smiling, you sat down the bar of granola and put the phone more closer to your ear. "What's up, Jyushimatsu?" "I wanted to know if you wanted to play baseball with me today! Everyone else is busy and I wanted to play a game with someone! Would you want to?" He asked you, his voice curious and positive. You checked the time. 13:34 "Sure! I was just catching up on some cleaning. If you wanna come over and wait until I'm finished, and then go, you can." You said to him. "Yeah, sure! I'll be over in a few minutes!" He replied. "See you then!" You said. And with that, you heard the beep that the line went dead. You straightened out anything unusual and looked at yourself to see if you needed to change: sweatpants and a white tank top. Nah, you were good. You resumed sweeping, going at it for a good 15 minutes. You heard the front door open, hearing Jyushimatsu's loud voice. "(Y/N)-chan? I'm here!" He yelled. "I'm in the other room!" You yelled back. "Coming!" He said. You swept up the remaining dust on the floor into the dustpan and emptied that into a bag of trash you were going to throw out later. Jyushimatsu came in the room, his wide smile plastered on his face. "Hey Jyushimatsu!" He waved at you. "Do you want me to help you clean?" Your face turned red. The thought of a guest helping you clean your apartment was very rare since you always went to their places. "S-sure! Just uh.." You looked around. "You can finish sweeping around while I finish washing the dishes? And when you're done with that, you can help me put them away?" You suggested. "Sounds good!" He said, giving you a thumbs up. You smiled and handed him the broom, going into the kitchen. You turned the water on and began washing them, putting them in the dishwasher to dry. Jyushimatsu was done sweeping since there wasnt much left, and joined you in the kitchen shortly after. You were almost done, having some spoons and forks left. "Can you dry them and put them in the dishwasher?" You asked. Nodding, he grabbed a spare towel on the oven handle and grabbed the dishes on the counter near the sink. With his help, you were able to get everything done in about 45 minutes. You wiped the sweat off your brow. "All finished!" "Yeah! That was pretty fun, (Y/N)-chan!" He said. Nodding, you went back into the living room to check the time on your phone. 14:42 "Its almost 3, I can change and then by the time we get to the field, it'll be about 3:10." You said. "Alright, I'll wait down here for you." He said, taking a seat on the couch. You nodded, running up the stairs to put some comfy shorts and a shirt. You put on some black vans, left your hair down but brought a rubber band in case you wanted to get it out of the way, your phone, put on some deodorant, and grabbed your wallet. Playing baseball was fun, and very easily tired you out. You both took turns hitting and pitching the ball, running to the bases each time either of you got a home run. "Jyushimatsu, c-can we get something to eat? I'm tired." You smiled, leaning down as you panted. Jyushimatsu readjusted his cap, squatting and panting as well. "Sure, Y/N-chan! Just lemme go find the ball real quick!" "Oh! Let me help you!" You offered. You both went in the direction the ball was hit, suspiciously guarded by trees and bushes. "Jeez, so many thorn bushes here." Jyushimatsu was right, there were plenty of those spawns of satan everywhere. "Mm. Be careful where you're walking Jyush-EEP!" You were immediately cut off by you, tripping over one of those in-ground branches, and into a thorn bush. Heh, how ironic? "Ah! (Y/N)-chan are you alright!?" The poor sunshine child was frantically worrying about you. Such a sweet boy. But, he also happens to be quite the naughty boy too. "Eheh, I'm okay Jyushi-kun." Jyushimatsu helped you up and looked at your arms to see if there were any scratches on there, and luckily there weren't any, but had had noticed that there'd been a large tear running down the middle of your shirt. You looked up at Jyushimatsu, only to see him blushing and staring at your chest. "What's wrong Jyushimatsu?" "Boobies~" You blushed and he began to caress your breasts, while drooling over them. "Eh Jyushimatsu-Kun?!" "They're so squishy and nice (Y/N)-chan! I love them~" Jyushimatsu kept fondling with your boobs and softly giggled too, while you stood there, blushing and sort of getting turned on, but nervous and concerned as well. "Jyu-Jyushimatsu, maybe you shouldn't do this here." Fortunately and unfortunately, he didn't listen. Instead, he pulled your bra down, and stared at your boobs as if a child were staring at their own personal candy shop. Right now, you were just a blushing mess. Jyushimatsu drooled a little and started sucking on one of your boobs. He held you close to him, while squeezing the other one. You started to moan lightly, which made him hornier and harder. "Aah Jyushimatsu~" You quickly covered your mouth, remembering you were public, and people could hear you. Like right now (for some odd reason), Ichimatsu could come in the bushes and see Jyushimatsu sucking on your tits. "Do-does it feel good?" "Y-yes." He continued to fondle and pleasure you, while having quite the enjoyable time. He swirled his tongue around your sensitive nipple, making you feel a strange but tingling sensation, that you liked. His grip on your helpless tit was tight and rough. You could tell he'd play with them more in the future, due to the results and reaction coming from you, and him. His cock became less limp, and rose up, hard as a rock. He rubbed against your leg, making you feel how big he was, even if it was just through his shorts. To be honest though, they were a bit thin. You harshly blushed thinking about how big it might be. Jyushimatsu pulled away from your boobs and squeezed them one last time, while letting out a cute giggle. He brought one of his hands down to your shorts, but looked up at you. "(Y/N)-chan, do you mind if I-?" You quickly shook your head, giving him permission to take off your shorts, and do whatever he wants to please you. He slowly removed your (f/c) shorts, revealing your *unironically* yellow panties. He gazed upon the article of clothing, that were his favourite colour. "Hehe, I like these. They're my favourite colour." He spoke with a calmer, lower tone, which happened to get you a little "excited". He gestured for you to lay down as he got down on his knees, so you laid down on the grass, but sat up for Jyushimatsu. He got closer to you and wriggled your panties to your feet. Today, you were just a blushing, glowing mess. Out of shyness and slight embarrassment, you quickly closed your legs, and slammed your knees together. Jyushimatsu pouted but not for too long. "Please let me see (Y/N)-chan. I'll let you see me!" "Welllll.." You bit your lip and rolled your eyes over to the side. You did want to see every inch of Jyushimatsu, since the most you seen was his chest. "Here, I'll show you right now!~" He took off his sweater and his shirt first, showing off his sexy toned chest, throwing them to the ground. Then, he took off his shorts, revealing his tighty-whities, and almost every aspect of his hidden boner. "Are you ready? Why don't we show each other at the same time instead?" "Fine, fine." "1, 2, 3-" You took your panties off of your feet and opened your legs for him, while Jyushi quickly took off his underwear, letting you see his lengthy cock. You almost gasped as you stared at it. It just had be to be 9 inches, if not, maybe even 10. Everybody thought of the sextuplets having such small members, but not all of them do, that's for sure. "You're so b-big Jyushimatsu-kun." "Really? Do you like?" "Definitely~" You gained confidence and finally stopped blushing. You crawled over to Jyushimatsu and began to play with his member. You stroked it slowly, attempting to tease him, and not really failing to. You almost began to drool while stroking and looking at his cock, thinking of how it'd be inside of you in a short amount of time. He whimpered at your speed, wanting you to go faster, but his cute noises and pouts gave him something better. You positioned the tip of his cock in your mouth, and started to suck it. You brought it deeper into your mouth, almost having his tip in your throat. You started to bob your head not too slow, letting his cock be salivated by you. He started to let out great moans of feeling and passion, and he started to pet your head as if you were his dog. But after all, you were his bitch. "aAhnng (Y/N)~" You brought your mouth back to the tip, and circled it with your tongue, licking his slit. Jyushi began to go insane, he grabbed your hair with two of his hands, and he shoved more of his cock into your mouth by forcing you to deep throat him. You felt tears fill your eyes due to his big member in your throat, but you wanted to please Jyushimatsu. His passion-filled moans and whimpers made you want to satisfy him, even if it meant him impregnating you. He made your head bob faster, making you taste a great amount of his pre-cum. You gagged as your throat handled having such an object in it. "HaaAh (Y/N) I'm gonna cum soon! I hope you can take it all~" He made your head bob faster, making you taste a great amount of his pre-cum. You gagged as your throat handled having such an object in it. He got of his knees with you still on his cock, making you sit on your feet, so he can easily fool around. He started to fuck your relentless mouth, groaning and complimenting you. He gazed into your glittering eyes, giving you a sympathetic smile. "You're so c-cute (Y/N)~ I can't wait to d-do you!" Jyushimatsu thrusted as fast as he could, throwing his head back and moaning your name louder than usual. "(Y/N) I'm cumming! aHAH!~" Jyushimatsu busted in your mouth, his bitter but sweet substance streamed down your throat, and covered your taste buds. He pulled out of your mouth, panting and breathing heavily, but he was still rock hard and ready to go. "T-turn around." You obeyed Jyushimatsu, and turned around, in the position of a dog. A thirsty dog in heat, waiting for her mate to do her and pleasure her any moment. He looked at your wet pussy, his pupils dilating at the sight of it, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, drooling everywhere, as he happened to be staring at fresh plate of pears. He shook his head and bit his lip. He put his hands on your ass, and positioned himself in front of you moist slit. He rubbed it against you, and slowly inserting his cock in you, until his pelvis was touching your ass. You teared up with tears of painful pleasure, and deeply exhaled. "A-are you alright (Y/N)-chan?" "Y-yeah j-j-just...continue." "Okay." He began to thrust slowly, in and out of your tight cunt. The painful experimented thrusts started to convert into slow teaseful thrusts, yearned to be faster and harder. You began to enjoy the feeling, and softly moaned Jyushi's name. He noticed you weren't in any more pain, and started to go a bit faster for you. "You're so tight and wet (Y/N). I've barely touched you!" Jyushimatsu moaned at how tight you were around his dick. It felt much better than your mouth, and even that was pretty good. You felt your walls being stretched by his lengthy member, each time he thrusted and humped you. "AhaaAh Jyushima-matsu-kun! G-go faster!~" He began to fuck you faster and harder, making you already have your juices trickle down your legs. He slammed his pelvis against you, with his cock pumping in and out your sensitive spot. Jyushimatsu started to hit your sweet spot, which made you go crazy with moans. You had felt like your pussy was recieving one of the most god-like cocks ever. You had felt like you hit the jackpot, especially since you were a virgin. But what was surprising, was how Jyushimatsu was a virgin as well, but it seemed like he knew exactly how to fuck and pleasure a girl. He smashed your g-spot, making you scream his name and moan louder than he did, despite what you said about people finding you two. "Fu-HAah~ Jyushimatsu-kun I-I feel s-so close to cumminG!~" You felt like you could cum any second, at the rate of Jyushimatsu's speed and roughness. "M-me too!" "HnnGf!~" Jyushimatsu thrusted as fast as he could, destroying your innocence and virginity. You both panted alike dogs, trying to reach your climax as a reward for not staying a virgin until your 40, but even then would you really have sex? "(Y/N)-chan I-I'm cumming again!" "M-me too J-Jyushimatsu-kun!" Jyushimatsu smashed your spot with all his might, making you climax, cumming all over his member. He kept thrusting, until he came, with his cum shooting up your uterus, having some drib out of you when he pulled out. "Th-that was so good Jyushimatsu~" "Y-yeah. Heh, I'm finally not a virgin anymore!" "Me neither. It didn't feel like you were a virgin though, Jyushi-kun." "Really?" "Mm. You w-were amazing." Jyushimatsu blushed and grinned. "(Y/N)?" "What is it Jyushimatsu?" "I-I'm still hard." You looked down at his cock, still hard and not at all limp. You wondered how he was still able to keep going. Since his dick was covered in natural lubricant, you began to stroke him again, but at an eye-widening speed. He groaned as he felt your soft touch on his member again. He grabbed your hair tightly and moaned your name loudly. You gave him a couple more jerks, and brought your hand up to his tip, jerking him off lightly there. "(Y/N) I think I'm gonna!-" Jyushimatsu let out a groan of relief, and came all over your face. He looked at you and quickly grabbed his sweater, wiping your face like a gentleman. "Thanks Jyushi." He finally went down, and decided to throw his clothes back on. You got your shorts back on, as well as your bra, but not your shirt, remembering how there was a big tear in the middle of it. "Hm.." "You can wear my sweater (Y/N)-chan!" He took off his sweater and handed it to you. You gladly accepted it, and slid it over your head. You rolled up the sleeves and smiled at Jyushimatsu. "Thanks Jyushimatsu. When do you want it back?" "Well, let's head back to your house and then you can get changed, alrighty?" "Alrighty." While Jyushimatsu wasn't looking, you grabbed your underwear and carefully slipped them into one of his back pockets. You grinned and stepped over to him. "Got your ball?" "Yup!" "Let's head out then!" "Yes, yes." You left the area of surrounding bushes holding hands, only to see Jyushimatsu's brothers scattered around in one. "JYUSHIMATSU WHAT THE FUCK?"

#smut #oof #jyushi is not innocent #actually he was never innocent #dont you dare tell me he was #im serious #also #did you know that he has the biggest dick out of all the sextuplets?#its canon nigga #its also canon that all the sextuplets are 4'11 #ill talk about their height in a future post #ososan #osomatsu san #jyushimatsu #x reader #lemon

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haikyuuau · 6 years

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on your left (kageyama tobio x reader)

Part 1: unromantic

[on your left, engaged au! – part 2 of the "awkward love" series]

//professional volleyball player! kageyama x newscaster! reader// word count: 2026 words

a/n: this is a crack fic that was inspired by a scene from Captain America The Winter Soldier.

“On your left” is a term that is shouted at slow pedestrians, slow cyclists, slow skaters while passing on their left side, often used as an insult to indicate that someone is extremely slow

“Thank you so much for making time to come over today. It is an actual honour to have you here with us today. First of all, congratulations to your success and excellent plays in the recent national volleyball game, Hinata-kun and Kageyama-kun,” the radio host, Kise Ryota settled down in his seat and spoke into the microphone quickly to which Kageyama blushed badly at the compliment.

“Thank you for having me here today,” Kageyama quickly replied, pressing his temples to soothe his hangover and taking a quick swig of water and mentally cursing Hinata for dragging him to the bar yesterday after a long practice while Hinata simply sniggered at his actions.

“So recently it has come to our attention that #kageyamaonyourleft is trending on Twitter. Would you mind explaining to us the meaning of this hashtag?” Kise quickly glanced at his script with an amused smile adorning his face, implying that he was aware of the reason for said hashtag.

The second Kise finished his statement and the clip capturing the exact scene started playing, Hinata simply looked to the side, trying to suppress his laughter while the redness of Kageyama’s face intensified as he recalled the events that led up to today.

Picture this. Normally, couples would enjoy walking together with a dog accompanying them on their peaceful walk that usually consisted of hand-holding, telling lame jokes, communicating their life, spending quality time together and admiring the scenery around their neighbourhood.

Well, unfortunately, Kageyama was anything but normal and in fact, he enjoyed doing things out of the norms.

Flashback start

After the engagement, Kageyama and you decided to move in together, seeing that your busy careers seriously limited the time you spent together and Kageyama was actually happy to be able to spend quality time with you though he repeatedly stated that you would serve as a burden to him and act as a deadweight.

However, there was a major problem. As someone with years of experience in cross country, it was undeniable that you possessed some form of athletic abilities in which Kageyama was salty about. Aside from the fact that you were somewhat socially awkward, you were capable in your studies, attending Tokyo University which was the best university in Japan, you were dubbed as one of the most influential women (previously bachelorette) in the world at the age of 25 and you were someone that excelled well in your career. To tell the truth, if not for your parents’ hopes for you to become a newscaster, you would probably be a runner that represented Japan in the running category.

As your fiance, he was definitely proud of your success at such a young age and he celebrated your success together, eating together in fancy restaurants whenever volleyball training permitted him to and going on dates to Tokyo tower which he finally learnt, was not a transmission tower. However, your success also fuelled his competitiveness which was a trait that he brought with him after his graduation from Karasuno High School. He simply disliked losing and if there was one thing the both of you liked, it would be morning runs before work began.

Intense concentration was written all over Kageyama’s face as he attempted to soothe his breathing patterns, determined not to lose to someone that wasn’t an Olympian. It was meant to be a normal run in the morning until he had proudly declared to you early in the morning that he would go easy on you because you didn’t undergo the intense stamina training sessions that he was subjected to regularly. He knew that this was untrue because you regularly worked out in the gym to keep fit and had the stamina of a bull and you had calmly replied to him, “Sure Kageyama.” Challenge accepted.

He was proven wrong again at the intense pace that he had set for himself due to his competitive nature and his fear to lose because his pride and dignity was on the line and he began to slow down, starting to lose track of his stamina. Due to the success of the national volleyball team, people on the street easily recognised him as the rising star setter and attempted to approach him for an autograph but the scowl that was permanently stuck on his face said otherwise.

“On your left,” you whispered loudly as you passed by him, grinning to yourself as though it was a major accomplishment, speeding up once he had heard you. “SHut up (Y/N)” was all he thought in his mind and he seriously wondered if you were Hinata in disguise with the insane stamina, thinking about how you still had the breath to talk when you guys were literally running a whopping 7-mile pace. Determined not to let the gap between the two of you widen and thus lose, he quickly wiped off his sweat with the sleeve of his dry fit shirt (that was soaked at this point in time) and caught up with you when you guys were at the pond area of the park while shouting vulgarities at you.

Unaware of the attention that he had received thanks to his harmless action and the fact that someone was recording this whole ordeal on Instagram, the two of you continued to run together. To the bystanders around you, you guys seemed like adversaries and were anything but a normal couple. You two were running neck to neck and at this point in time, you were pushing the limits of your tired out muscles while Kageyama was gritting his teeth so hard that you swore that you could hear it snap. People were shouting out encouragements to you, recognising you as the famous bachelorette that recently got engaged. Some people were even taking sides and betting on who would win while you attempted to flash bright smiles at them to get them to support you and boo at Kageyama to lower his morale.

Honestly, this seemed more like an election campaign right now.

Looking forward, you saw that you were approaching the corner of the park where a slope stood and a chin-up bar was oddly enough placed there. You took a glance at Kageyama and realised that there was no way you were going to win as you noticed that Kageyama was slowly pulling ahead of you and gave a smug smile, indicating that he was aware of that and you mouthed to him, “Screw you.” You were fully aware that Kageyama was better than you at inclined areas of running and considered the consequences of the decision that you had made at the last second.

Summoning your inner parkour self, you took a leap of fate and prayed that Kageyama would save you should you fail because you didn’t know how to swim and swung across the bars to arrive at the other side. You looked up to see Kageyama narrowing his eyes and shout out, “Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it.” Upon landing perfectly, you yelled to Kageyama before proceeding to sprint even faster, “On your left.”

“Come on!” a frustrated groan from the back of you fuelled your motivation to hasten your footsteps and dash even faster to the bench that signalled the finishing line which looked like a scene straight out of the cartoon. Giving a winning smile, you threw your hands up high and finally slowed down your steps.

Pointing to Kageyama in the stance that you knew Oikawa used to annoy Kageyama in his high school days, you held your arm by your hip, mimicking Kageyama’s actions in the morning and purposely lowered your voice to sound like Kageyama’s pitch, saying, “Next time, I will go easy on you.”

“Shut up you cheated, you idiot,” Kageyama clenched his sides, indicating that the stitches had started kicking in.

“It is called being resourceful and not being an idiot when there is an easy way out and for your information, you are the one that proposed to me so too late,” you reached for your toes easily without breaking a sweat, stretching your tired muscles.

You waved to the supporters on the opposite side of the park and yelled to the ones who betted that you would win, “Enjoy your free meal.”

Hopping onto the back of Kageyama’s back and hearing a faint “oof” from him, you were glad you had won the bet and teased, “Now for your walk of shame.”

“Onward you peasant!”

Flashback end

“I think that the video speaks for itself,” Kageyama stated after the laughter in the studio died down and proceeded to say, “The scores are currently 4 to 5, 4 to (Y/N) and 5 to me.”

“I am beginning to feel that (Y/N) was the one that went easy on you though. She looked effortless while she was running while you looked like you were in pain,” Hinata pointed out, ignoring the glare that Kageyama was sending to him.

“Better start working out before you become so slow that (Y/N) runs away from you,” Kise laughed and continued, “But this kind of confirms that you have a special kind of Chemistry between you two right? I mean it was very shocking when the rumours that the two rising celebrities were dating.”

Scratching his head, Kageyama was slightly embarrassed and looked down on the floor before answering, “I mean it is probably a bit surprising for me to say this but as a couple, we probably do things that are not very normal and it is hard for us to find time for one another. I think our interests and acceptance are probably the reasons why we are still together today and I am thankful for what she has ever done for me. Moving in together, we learnt to adjust to one another’s quirks and grow together. I am proud to say that I am her fiancé and I seriously love her to death even though I don’t really express it to her. I don’t think I have ever said ‘I love you’ to her in a long time so this pretty much affirms our relationship together.”

Hearing that, everyone let out an “aww” sound and even the cameraman started saying, “Goals, pure goals.” Once most of the people in the room settled down, Kise ended the interview, saying, “There we have it folks, the one and only rising star, Kageyama who shares his insights with us on marriage life.”

Honestly, Kageyama couldn’t wait to get back home to see your reaction when you saw the interview and he smiled softly, glad that he had married a woman like you despite how annoying you were.

Omake

“(Y/N), we are starting in 10 seconds,” the cameraman reminded you as you quickly drank a sip of water to quench your thirst, ignoring the hard copy script on your paper. Regaining your composure, you swiftly smoothed down your blouse and skirt, replying “Roger that.”

“Welcome back to Breaking News on Sunday Nights. I am (Y/N) and I will be your host today,” you gave your usual greetings and flashed a welcoming smile, proceeding to read the lines on the teleprompter.

Unaware that the video of you and Kageyama’s morning run incident had become viral, you continued delivering the news calmly and effortlessly, “Today, we have some breaking news with us. Last Sunday, Kageyama Tobio, one of Japan’s national volleyball team members was spotted in the Miyaji, Sanriku Fukko National Park with fiancée, (Y/N) (L/N). The two seemed to be engaged in a competition as they ran along the perimeter of the park. Before reaching the finishing line, the woman grabbed the chin up bar and leapt across the pond in order to win. The spectacle was captured by a bystander and the video he posted on Instagram has since spread like wildfire."

Upon realising what you were reporting on, your face quickly reddened and you tried to recover by continuing to say, “She beat Kageyama and she is proud of it.”

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yoootommo · 7 years

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Cuddles

Enjoy this nothing-but-fluff imagine for ot4! Love each and every one of these little shorts with all my heart. Hope you do too xx

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Harry:

"Oof!" you gasped as Harry tackled you in an embrace and pressed you tightly against him. "Well it's nice to see you too," you squeaked. If it was possible, his strong arms tightened their grip in response and you tried to laugh without much success. In fact you couldn't even breath successfully. But you didn't care. You were just thankful to be in his arms after many months apart.

"I missed you," Harry finally muttered into your hair. You hummed and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Oh, God, how you missed that intoxicating smell.

"I had the craziest-" you started to pull away and move on with the night but he held on tight.

"Shh, just stay here for a minute," he whispered. Smiling lazily, you curled your arms back around his torso.

A minute passed. A blissful, heavenly moment. But then you decided you really liked to breathe and if you didn't, you might die in his arms - which sounds nice and romantic until you actually experience it.

"Okay," you tugged away and he let you. A charming grin was plastered on his face and you giggled. Boy, you missed those dimples. You leaned forward to place a quick peck on his lips. He hummed as you did.

"Why do you always pull away?" he whined and you laughed.

"Come," you held out your hand and he took it gently. You led him to the couch, swinging him around so he laid down first. You wiggled in front of him and felt his arm wrap around your waist. He sighed happily.

It had been a long, long day for the both of you. You practically couldn't sleep the night before knowing your boyfriend got back from tour the next day so you were knackered. Not to mention he just got back from tour and was in no mood to do anything other than sleep.

Snuggling closer to him, you began to settle into sleep. “…babe?” Harry mumbled softly, drawing you awake.

“Hmm?”

“My arm is currently very dead.” He muttered.

You laughed sleepily, rolling slightly so he could retrieve his arm. He rested it above your head and started twirling strands of your hair between his ringed fingers. "Better?" you mumbled.

"Much," he replied groggily, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head. Smiling, you both drifted to sleep once again.

Louis:

You could feel the music pump through your chest and vibrate the floor. My God, the neighbors are going to be pissed. But who the hell cared when you were dancing wildly, and very drunkenly, with your best friends?

Louis was shouting some crazy story into your ear and you wondered if you'd be deaf in the morning. But then again, who the hell cared?

Louis pulled away slightly from your ear and grinned at you while you laughed. Your faces were wonderfully close and you could smell his beer from where you stood. You could just kiss those lovely, lovely lips. But those lovely, lovely lips weren't yours to kiss. At least, not yet. Your eyes moved from his mouth to his eyes and it was oh so clear he noticed.

He smirked and you saw his hand creeping toward your waist. Just then, the next song started and both of your eyes lit up. Louis' hand was retrieved and instead shot into the air in drunken excitement. "No way!" you yelped as your favorite song pulsated through the speaker. The moment long forgotten, the two of you joined the thrasing dancers around you.

The party was insane. There were people in your house you had never even met before. To be fair, who wouldn't try to get into a party with Louis Tomlinson?

The food had been eaten up a long time ago. You were pretty sure a group of five friends went to walk to the store nearby to buy some more chips, but you soon found out they lost their way and ended up getting an uber home. They were the first to leave. After that, people began to filter out. The sun was beginning to rise and the alcohol was gone.

Some stayed, mainly because they were passed out and sleeping. Even in your drunken state, you managed to keep an eye on them.

By dawn, it was clear the party was over. Louis had an arm wrapped around you waist and you swayed sleepily to the last song. You unneccessarily tapped him with the drink in your hand. "I'm tired," you slurred.

He observed you for much too long before deciding, "Let's sleep."

You nodded and you both stumbled over to the couch, arm in arm. Boundaries meant nothing when you two were drunk so he pulled you onto the couch with him. Face to face, you grinned at him.

"What's that smile for?" he chuckled.

"Dunno," you shrugged, your hands balled together at your chest. "I just really like you." He took your hands into his and laughed lightly.

"I really like you too," he replied and you hummed sleepily.

"Like, 'like like'?" you wondered.

He laughed, and then a look of horror crossed his face when he hiccuped. "I almost threw up," he murmured, the conversation forgotten. You burst out in laughter, recoiling slightly. But his grip on your hands refused to let you go.

"Don't throw up on me!" you giggled. The laughter between you two died out as a harsh wave of exhaustion washed over you. The disgust slowly dribbled out of you when sleep started to overtake your mind and you relaxed, scooting forward against him. You buried your nose into the crook of his neck and hummed happily.

And like that, you both fell asleep with hands tangled and foreheads pressed together. When you were to awake in the morning, you both couldn't deny the desire to wake up in that position every morning.

Niall:

You dawdled into the living room, your silly cooking hat on to cheer your boyfriend up after a long day. "Hey, Ni," you whispered softly as you stood over him on the couch. His fingers pressed to his temples, he reluctantly looked at you. "Made us dinner."

"Not hungry." he growled. You frowned. The chef hat usually made him smile and get up to give you a welcome kiss.

"But I... worked really hard on this new recipe. I think you'll love it. It has parmesean in it--" you continued excitedly.

"Look, Y/N," he interrupted. "I don't want to eat your 'new recipe' right now." he huffed, returning to massaging his temples.

Your heart sunk. Ouch. "Oh." you whispered. You were sure he didn't mean it that way, but you couldn't help but take it the way you did. "I'll just, uh, eat it myself then." You voice cracked. You scolded yourself for letting tears creep up on you. But you hadn't had the best day either, and now the thing you had been most looking forward to had just let you down.

You swallowed hard and turned away harshly, briskly walking back to the kitchen. You stood against the counter, your arms propping you up as you looked over the steaming dish. You suddenly felt quite full. You ripped off the stupid hat and shoved the dish away from you, storming past the living room once again, the tears flowing freely now. Niall paused as you went by, his expression softening.

"Y/N," he was off the couch in an instant. You stopped at the base of the stairs and reluctantly turned toward him. "Baby, what's wrong?" he frowned as he advanced toward you.

"I'm just," your voice caught and a little sob broke loose. "I'm just not having the best day," was all you could manage to squeak out before you gave into crying.

"Oh, Babe," he cooed and tugged you into a hug. You let him, slowly wrapping your arms around him. You cried onto his shoulder while he played with the ends of your hair. "I'm sorry I rejected your dinner. I just want to go to bed. It's been a long day."

"I understand," you whispered, gulping down some of the sadness. "Can we just go to bed?"

"Absolutely," he murmured, pulling away and taking your hand into his. He smiled meaningfully at you before drawing you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

The tears had drained everything out of you and without words, you sat down on the edge of the bed. Niall leaned down and took off your shoes. He stood up, kissed your cheek, and helped you under the covers before toeing off his boots and slipping under the covers after you.

He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and hummed softly.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"You already said that," you whispered back.

"I know. I'm still sorry."

"And I still accept your apology," you chuckled. He kissed your neck lightly and you finally closed your eyes.

You were beginning to fall asleep when you heard his stomach growl. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes again. Almost seconds later, his stomach growled again.

"I'm hungry." he whispered, earning a laugh from you.

"I'm not moving," you declared.

"Y/N..." he whined. "Didn't you make me dinner?"

"Niall we just got comfy!"

"Pleaseee?"

"Ugh! You'll be the death of me." You wiggled out of his grasp and he laughed with delight, launching up and trailing you to the kitchen.

Liam:

Every minute or so, your eyes would flicker over to the back door. When will he get here? you thought to yourself. Amidst a small group of strangers, you felt like an outcast. They were all famous, and frankly intimidating. But you agreed to meet Liam in the backyard of the artist he was about to collab with - which meant you both barely knew who's house you were going to.

You had just gotten off of work and beelined over to the huge house just to arrive before Liam. So there you were - anxiously awaiting your best friend and surrounded by talented artists who only brought awkward small talk.

"Looking for Liam?" a voice sounded beside you and you jumped, turning toward the girl.

"Um, yeah," you admitted shyly. She smiled.

"My name's Alicia," she held out her hand.

"Y/N," you replied, shaking her hand delicately.

"So you and Liam are dating?" she wondered, casually taking a sip from her drink. Your heart leapt into your throat.

"Oh, uh, no, we're just friends," you rushed. Her smile grew.

"I see, I see," she nodded and you settled down. "So you two are that best-friends-who-actually-want-to-be-something-more cliche?"

You almost choked. "Well, no, I-"

"You swear you don't like him?" she offered sarcastically. You slouched, pulling your cup to your lips in attempt to hide your embarrassment. She laughed and leaned back into her chair. "I've been there. And I never did anything about it. He's married now. Worst decision of my life."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry."

"Me too... sorry for him. She's a total bitch."

You sat forward, grinning. "So you're that my-soulmate-married-a-bitch-instead-of-me cliche?"

She laughed. "Precisely. Let's hope it doesn't turn into a I-turned-into-my-soulmate's-sidehoe-because-he-can't-make-up-his-goddamn-mind cliche."

"I'll drink to that," you held up your cup and she clanked it with her own. You sipped your drink empty and grimaced. "Want some more?" you wondered to Alicia, gesturing to your own empty cup.

"Nah, thanks. You go ahead." Shrugging, you got up and sauntered over to the bar. As you filled your cup, you heard the back door slide open. Almost dropping your drink in relief, you turned to find Liam make his way into the backyard. Squealing quietly to yourself, you topped off your drink quickly.

When you made your way over, Liam was sat in your seat. "Uh uh Pretty Boy, that's my seat," you warned, and as you did he held up his hand and knowingly, you handed him the drink.

"Finders keepers," he declared, taking a quick sip from the cup and offering it back up to you. You refused and crossed your arms.

"I'll trade you the drink for the spot," you pressed.

"Finders keepers!" he replied more loudly. You laughed and took his hand, trying to tug him off. Instead, he pulled you forward with more force and you fell into his lap.

"Not fair, you get the drink, the spot, and the cuddles?"

"It's a win-win for both of us," he decided, offering the cup to you again. You smiled and took a sip. You looked just like a normal couple, and you basically were, minus the kissing. What's the harm of just adding in a little kissing every now and then? you seemed to wonder more often than not.

Relaxing against Liam, you watched him intently. He turned toward you, feeling the weight of your gaze. His nose almost touched yours and you wondered what would happen if you just closed the distance a little.

"Sorry I was late," he said, his breath stretching across your lips. You hummed, much too distracted to pay attention to any conversation at the moment. He noticed and his eyes, too, flickered to your lips.

"Oh just kiss already!" Alicia bellowed and the small group gathered around the fire laughed. You melted into embarrassment. "Sorry, didn't mean to ruin the moment. Continue. Everyone look away!"

"Oh, stop," you chirped timidly, making the group chuckle again.

The rest of the night passed and with Liam and your new friend by your side, you could relax. Leaning your head against Liam's shoulder, you decided you didn't want to be anywhere else but here with him.

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I've been writing so much on tumblr lately and I'm LOVING it! But that means I've been neglecting my story on Wattpad (my user is @yoootommo aye get that self-promo) for a week and I'M SORRY! Anyway, here you are. Enjoy. I love you so very very much.

Au revoir! Je t'aime! Je vous remercie! I don't speak French who am I kidding. Haha, have a lovely day/night wherever you are, Lovelies! xx

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