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fayeimara · 3 years

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Meant To Be || One For Every Billion

9. Stranger

You put your phone away just in time to hear the melodic tone announce the train's arrival at Tokyo Station. Collecting your duffel and swinging it over your shoulder, you stand to exit, sad to be leaving but excited to head home and see all your familiar devils again.

The terminal is pretty busy so you're glad to have some sense of familiarity, certain you're headed the right way to the exit where Shin is supposed to meet you. You've only just entered the vast circular dome when you hear your cousin's voice call out your name, turning in pleasant surprise to see him making his way towards you.

"I thought you were going to wait outside?" You ask him as he reaches you, reaching out to take your bag from your shoulder.

He shrugs with a glance behind him, "Yeah, yeah, just didn't want you getting lost. It'd be a pain."

"Uh huh... Ren sent you in, didn't he?" You ask and his sheepish smile is answer enough.

His phone is beeping pretty incessantly, probably his brother, but it forces him him to walk in a crowded area without looking where he's going. This could end up in a pretty hilarious disaster for your album but you're pretty exhausted even though you've been sitting for the past few hours. Maybe you can let it go just this once, since you'd like to avoid time doing damage control when you could be enjoying a nice warm meal and a long soak in a tub instead.

You're about to link your arms with him to guide him through the stream of people when a sudden force knocks into you from behind, literally throwing you off your feet. You only just manage to catch yourself before you completely face plant on the floor, an indignant, "Hey!" slipping from your mouth before you even look up.

When you do however, it's to meet the wide, golden eyes of a boy that's apologizing profusely, now sprawled on the floor as well, you're guessing from running right into, and subsequently tripping over, you. You're about to give him a piece of your mind for not watching where he's going, especially while running as fast as he had to have been, but he's up in a flash, dragging you to stand upright with him without even an offer of help first or another word from you. Then he's off again, rushing away while still throwing useless, fading apologies over his shoulder.

Is this karma for wanting something similar to happen to Shin? And just when you were about to do the right thing too. Great. You watch the strange boy's form get further for a moment, white-grey hair streaked black at the roots the last thing you see before he's swallowed up by the crowd. Well, here's to hoping he doesn't bowl over another unsuspecting victim, but that's their problem now. You turn back to Shin as you brush off the knees of your leggings only to notice his phone is up and aimed squarely on you even as he's doubled over with laughter.

You're considering if there's a word for killing one's cousin - parricide? - when a light tap on your shoulder pulls you away from your creatively dark thoughts. This time the gaze you meet is filled with mirth, at least as much as you can tell, since the girl's eyes are mostly unreadable behind a pair of top-rimmed glasses and the elegant fall of her blonde locks shading part of her face, effectively hiding her full expression.

"Hey! I saw what happened and felt like I should apologize for Bo."

"Bo?" You ask in confusion.

She smirks and now you're definitely sure she's amused as she tilts her head to study you, "Yeah the adorable dumbass that just ran you over. I swear he's never usually that rude, just an unfortunate combination of enthusiastic and slightly oblivious."

"Oh, okay.. I mean, thank you but you shouldn't have to be the one to apologize for him. He kind of did anyways, I guess." You say the last with an unhappy twist to your lips.

"Sure but really, he's not usually rude like that, he just panicked when he realized he forgot his bag."

Before you have a chance to reply further, Shin cuts in with a smirk, "Please, no need for a beautiful girl like you to apologize. Why don't we just exchange digits so if there's any lasting damage, we know who to reach out to."

You're already throwing a dirty look his way before he's finished his lame attempt at flirting but almost laugh instead because the girl's expression changes so fast from the kind, conciliatory one aimed your way to a cold look of disgust that he's got to feel down to his bones.

Even her tone is effortlessly chilling with hard reproach, "Dude, you don't even know my name."

You grimace in solidarity, taking your turn to apologize, "I'm sorry about my cousin. He's apparently never spoken to a pretty girl outside the family before."

"Nah, it's all good, we probably all have one of those." Her response is laidback again, body angling back to you while subtly cutting Shin out of the conversation.

"Those?"

You both ignore his overly exaggerated wounded tone and she continues, "Anyways, just thought I'd do the right thing and check if you were okay?"

You give her a bright, reassuring smile, "I was quite literally thrown off, I guess, but I'm physically okay. Just give your friend a piece of your mind for me?"

"Oh, you can bet I will. But seriously, he's not at all like he came off, I promise."

You shrug because it's not like it matters - what are the odds you'll ever run into her or her friend again? You're about to say something to that effect when Shin's phone rings and he rushes to step away to take the call. Probably rushing a little too fast but such a swift and clear rejection will do that to a guy.

Speaking of, "By the way, I promise I'll make him pay for being such a douchebag later too."

Her mouth curves into an amused smirk once again, "Make him pay, huh? I almost wish I could see that. But I seriously couldn't care less, I'm used to people being little shits. And what are the odds I ever run into him again?"

She's rolling her eyes with her words, an eerie echo your own thoughts on her friend, when a smooth, soft-spoken voice cuts into your conversation, "Run into whom again?"

The two of you turn to see startling blue-green eyes trained intently on her, as if her answer is the only thing that matters, but you realize she also knows this dark-haired stranger when she narrows her eyes on him before responding, "No one important. What took you so long?"

"I stopped to get something for you. The least you can do is tell me what I missed."

"Aw, Akaashi," Her eyes turn soft with a happy tone and you're the one that feels like the intruder to their conversation now, "What'd you get me?"

"Nothing important." He throws her own brush off back at her in a careless manner as he gently tugs a strand of her hair. "Who's this?"

"Just an unsuspecting stranger Bo ran over." She gives you another apologetic smile but it drops when the guy continues.

"Uh-huh. And the guy that was just here?"

Her lips turn down in displeasure as a little snark enters her tone, "Were you just watching from somewhere like a creeper?"

"No, brat." He gives her deadpan look but his actions again contradict his expression as he swats her forehead before she can even react to dodge, "I saw you talking to him while walking up."

"He's just her cousin, please chill."

The guy gives you a look as if you're somehow to blame for something, asking her, "Did he say anything weird to you?"

"Define weird? Can you please back off? Thanks." Turning back to you while shaking her head in exasperation, "Sorry I feel like we're just here trading apologies for the guys in our life."

You were a little stunned at the odd interaction at first but her comment prompts sudden laughter to spill out. How true.

"Maybe we should get shirts made? Like those 'I'm with stupid' ones but 'Sorry for this guy' instead." Even as you speak, only her eyes are looking your way as she laughs at your words.

The guy, Akaashi, continues to watch her with a mostly blank look masking his thoughts. But if you're reading it right, you're sure there's a bit of his own displeasure and.. something else. Then, as if he feels you watching, his eyes slide over and, suddenly, you see the politeness that was first missing emerge. His posture straightens from where he was slightly leaning in towards her and his hand drops from where he'd reached out to mess with the ends of her hair behind her.

You're pretty sure you shouldn't ask if they're a couple, just a gut feeling, and you've long since learned to trust those. Is it just pretty obvious to everyone but them?

"Hey, sweetheart! You're still here." You cringe at the renewed hope in Shin's tone as he returns to round out your strange little gathering.

He definitely doesn't notice the sudden stiffness of the other guy's demeanor at his words, even after he answers for the girl sharply, "She hates being called sweetheart."

Does she? Or does he just hate hearing someone else give her a term of endearment?

Shin blinks in surprise as if only just noticing the addition of this guy, "Huh? Who are you?"

"What's it to you? Excuse us," The guy looks at you with considerably less hostility than was aimed at your cousin just now, "We have to be on our way."

Then he grabs the girl's hand and literally drags her away as she throws one last half amused, half exasperated look over her shoulder. You're about to turn away but you catch one last moment that holds your attention a little longer as he pulls a small item from his bag. It looks like a small box of soy milk and she glances at it before turning her face away, pulling her hand from his and speeding up to walk ahead of him instead.

You can't see if they exchange any words but you have to smile as, after another moment, she holds an arm behind her and he gently places the drink in her open palm. That's when you also notice the guy that ran you over earlier re-enter, a bag now slung over his shoulders as he calls out while racing to catch up with his friends who look back but continue walking to their terminal. What an interesting bunch, one that makes you miss your friends all the more.

Turning back to Shin, you ask, "Ready to go?"

"Do you think they were dating?"

"Oh my god, please let it go, weirdo."

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Masterlist

Behind The Scenes!

-Suna and Y/n got close real fast, but that's the power of bonding over games

-Mystery girl is inspired by & based on my incredible, beautiful, talented moot, Suvi <3

-Shin was really in top form today, huh?

-Also, there isn't a specific word for killing a cousin but there are a lot of words for various kinds of murder... like, too many

-Akaashi is usually nicer, he'd actually typically have been the one apologizing for Bokuto but.. he was off buying soy milk (:

A/N: Thank you all for your patience <3 Bokuto is the last of the seven main characters to make a (brief) appearance! Now it's back to America and school for Y/n but she'll be back for more... I can't wait to see it unfold from here :D Can you?

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silverdecepticon93 · 4 years

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Daughters of Justice x BNHA: Super-Pets

Context: All of the DOJ have pets, I just wanted to write about them! Also, sorry about the GIFs, they were the closest I could find to the actual animal.

Bakugo x Bat! Reader:

When Bakugo first met your pet, he was understandably a bit hesitant to approach him. After all, not many people owned a huge black boa constrictor as you did. However, Omar was a friendly and gentle creature, and one of the things that you loved most in the world. So it made you very happy, even if you didn’t show it, when he and Bakugo started to get along.

“Geez, he’s heavier than he looks,” Bakugo grunted as tried to stand up, Omar had curled up around his shoulders like a scarf and seemed to be moving a lot slower than usual.

You looked up from the book you were reading before frowning slightly, “He may be cold, I keep telling Father to add a heater in here for the pets.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that he doesn’t want your creepy-ass snake down here?” Jason mused as he fixed up his helmet.

“He allows you to come down here, does he not, Jason?” You rejoindered.

Bakugo snicker as you tried to lift Omar from his shoulders while Tim tried his best to hold in his laughter, Jason only rolled his eyes and continued to work on fixing his helmet. Bakugo followed you as you carried Omar to your room, the snake now wrapping around you for warmth and nuzzling its head to your cheek.

“The snake’s more affectionate than you are.” Bakugo mused, making you look up at him with a deadpan look on your face but he can see the glint of amusement in your (e/c) eyes.

As you two walked, he tried to get as close as he possibly could to you. Your snake perked up when you held his hand and you two were now walking shoulder-to-shoulder. Slowly, Omar maneuvered himself to wrap around Bakugo’s shoulders as well as you, bringing you two closer together.

“It appears Omar is, how is it said again? Oh yes! Wingman.” You said as your fingers softly petted his scales.

“Nah, I just think he likes me better,” Bakugo mused and a soft smirk appeared on his face as the snake lovingly nuzzled against his cheek.

Deku x Super! Reader:

“Dynamo! Here, boy, c’ mere!” You said as you patted your legs, crouching down slightly.

Izuku had seen a lot of strange things during his school year at UA but never had he seen someone playing frisbee with their half-Kryptonian dog using an old satellite dish, all while flying in the air. He chuckled slightly when your dog, Dynamo, barked happily before flying over to you and sent you back flying and flipping through the air.

When you stopped, your puppy was happily licking the side of your face while you laughed and chuckled, holding him close and tightly. Dynamo had been another one of Lex’s cloning experiments, obviously one of Krypto the original Super Dog, and how could you resist not adopting him.

“Clark accepted that dog a lot faster than he accepted me.” Conner mused in an ironic tone, making you roll your eyes as you flew down next to him.

Dynamo wagged his tail happily and flew out of your arms, now running on the ground towards Izuku. He was now running around the green-haired boy happily, his floppy ears rising and falling as he jumped up and down.

“Dynamo, off of Izuku, Off.” You ordered. However, Izuku only smiled and bent down to pet the dog, “He’s fine, (Y/n), he just wants to have fun. Dontcha boy?”

As though agreeing with Izuku, Dynamo barked happily before jumping on top of the boy, a sickening ‘crack’ sounded through the air.

“Omigosh! Izu-kins, you okay?” You asked him, shooing off your dog and kneeling down. Izuku tried to muster his best smile but it looked pain, “I-I think he might’ve broken a rib or two.”

“We seriously have to neuter your dog.” Was all Conner said before going to phone to call an ambulance.

Ochako x Wonder! Reader

You always had been a tough kind of person but there was a slight secret about you, you simply couldn’t resist cute small things. Something you liked to tease Ocahko about because compared to you, she did look a little bit small, but height difference didn’t necessarily matter.

“How do you know that your mouse won’t run away?” Ochako asked as you two walked to the pet store.

You shrugged as your spotted mouse, Achilles, rummaged out of your shirt pocket, his cute little nose sniffing the air.

“I dunno, Achilles is pretty loyal, plus, he loves me too much.” You finally said as you began to pet the top of the mouse’s head softly, “Isn’t that right, cutie?”

The mouse seemed to squeak in agreement, making both you and Ochako chuckle as you two entered the store. Thanks to a visit from Velocity and her pet, it resulted in Achilles’s exercise wheel being broken so you decided to buy a new one, Ochako was there since your mother decided to give her a day-off and because you guys decided to make it a cute little half-date, too.

“Aw, look at the other cute little mice!” Ochako cooed as she pointed at an animal display of mice. You were also staring at them in interest and read the species tag before looking down at your pet, “I wonder what species Achilles is.” “You mean you don’t know?” Ochako frowned, looking at you. You shrugged, “My grandma got him for me, she never told me what species he is though.”

“Huh,” Ochako finally said before her stomach started rumbling, you also heard the noise and smiled softly when she giggled nervously. You looked out the pet store window to see a restaurant across, “How about we get that exercise wheel, and then we can get some pizza?” “Sounds good to me!” Ochako beamed as Achilles squeaked happily at the idea as well.

Denki x Flash! Reader:

“Veloci-bunny! Get back over here!” You shouted as you ran around Star labs, you followed a small white streak.

You stopped when it managed to go under the desk, now using its powers to phase through god knows where. You scowled angrily as you crossed your arms over your chest, from behind you, you could hear the tired pants of your boyfriend, Denki Kamanari.

“I don’t know which is one is funnier,” He panted as he looked up at you, “the fact your rabbit is faster than you or that you named her Veloci-bunny.”

“First off, I was twelve when I got her,” You responded, “and second of all, you can blame my dad and Uncle Cisco for making her so fast.”

At the mention of your Uncle, the familiar sound of a portal opened up behind both you and Denki to reveal Cisco Ramon, all dressed up in his ‘Vibe’ persona, with a cage in his hand that contained your albino rabbit.

“Yeah, well you can thank your Uncle Cisco for getting her, too.” He mused, handing you the cage.

You smiled and happily took the cage from him, looking down at your rabbit, Denki looked curiously over your shoulder to see the white rabbit trapped inside, the only thing that stood out to him was the black lightning symbol on its forehead.

“How’d she even get out of the cage?” Denki asked but was surprised to see your pet started to become blurry and fall through the cage, only to take off in a white streak. You frowned and handed your blond boyfriend the cage, “Like that. I’ve got her this time, though!”

Denki made a lot of stupid choices in his life but dating you, was absolutely NOT one of them.

Shoto x Arrow! Reader:

Chiko was your extremely protective pet bird, you often had to keep her in her cage or else she might nip at your parents or Roy or even your baby sister Mia. However, Shoto looked as though he was the only person Chiko would allow next to you, on occasion.

“I’m sorry, Sho, don’t take it personally,” You said as you inspected the nip on his finger, “Chiko just has a protective streak.”

“I wonder why that is,” Shoto asked as you grabbed the medical kit in the lab, grabbing some antiseptic wipes as well as a band-aid. You only shrugged as you took out a wipe and started to clean the finger that Chiko had bitten, “It might be because I found her in a box, poor thing had a broken wing but she didn’t let me help her at first. I don’t know who her owner was but I don’t think they took good care of her.”

Shoto saw your pet finch fly onto the table next to you two, you took out a band-aid and put it over Shoto’s cut.

“She’s covered for anything medical so you shouldn’t be worried, I’d still keep an eye out for symptoms,” You said as you put the two items back into the first-aid kit then you stared at your bird, “and you are in big trouble.”

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it,” Shoto smiled as he looked over to the bird, reaching his hand out. Chiko tilted her head in confusion but slowly hopped next to the dual-haired boy and started to rub her head apologetically on the bandaged finger of his hand. You turned back to see Shoto smiling softly as Chiko kept on nuzzling her head on his finger, the scene made you smile slightly as you walked over to the two of them, “Okay...maybe she’s not in that much trouble.”

Chiko chirped happily at that announcement.

Momo x Green Lantern! Reader:

Momo watched in awe as you painted your portrait ever-so-carefully. A wide spectrum of different types of green being used as you did your best to capture the image of your muse, your pet turtle, Michelangelo.

Currently, he was munching on a leaf, something you put just to distract him. You were still painting over the pencil sketch of the canvas but Momo adored the focused way you painted as well as the elegant and satisfying you moved the brush.

“Did you name your turtle after the famous artist?” She finally asked. You blinked and looked over at her, “huh?”

“Well, I was learning about more european history today and read about ‘Michelangelo’ he was an Italian sculptor and painter. Did you name your turtle that because you are an artist yourself or because he is a painted turtle?”

You chuckled awkwardly at her question before coughing a little, “Um...no, not really. I named him after my favorite character from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”

Momo blinked a bit before tilting her head, “Is he the one with the blue mask?”

“No, that’s Leo,” you responded as you went back to your painting, “here, how about when I take my break, I can show you the TV show. I have the whole collection.”

Momo tilted her head but smiled softly, “You seem to like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”

“Well, I am the Green Lantern so bad-ass green characters are just my favorite,” You explained jokingly before looking at your turtle, “Isn’t that right, Mikey?”

You turtle continued to munch on his leaf before nodding in your direction slowly making you smile.

“It’s cute that you gave a little lantern ring, too,” Momo observed. You furrowed your eyebrows before looking at her, “I….I actually have no idea where that came from.”

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dcnatural · 4 years

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Ghost

Word Count: 2934

Pairing: Zatanna Zatara x John Constantine

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: John Constantine is in Gotham and Zatanna decides to pay him a visit

A yellow taxi pulled up in the motel’s deserted parking lot. The driver glanced outside, scanning the dilapidated building, and frowned.

“Are you sure you have the right address?” he asked the passenger in the backseat.

“Yes, thank you,” Zatanna replied, handing the man a fifty dollar bill that more than covered the cost of the trip before exiting the cab. She wrapped the long black coat tightly around her body, shielding herself from the cold breeze, and waited until the car disappeared out of sight before heading inside. The door opened and she was engulfed with the warm air of the reception.

A skinny boy sat behind the wooden counter, eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him. Zatanna cleared her throat, hoping to catch the boy’s attention but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Excuse me,” she tried again. He lifted his gaze, checking her out with half lidded eyes. Then, in a startled movement, he straightened his back and removed his earbuds. A low moaning noise escaped through the device, and the boy blushed.

“How can I help you, ma’am?” Even though he tried to convey authority, his voice was high pitched and Zee could tell he had barely hit puberty.

“I’m looking for a friend. His name is John Constantine. Could you ring his room and let him know I’m here?” she asked with a smile, flashing her pearly white teeth.

The boy bit his bottom lip, looking expectantly at her. “Well… I can’t give confidential information on our guests.”

Zatanna sighed. She didn’t want to use magic, it would give away her identity and she knew her PR would kill her if she got associated with this type of establishment. “Listen here,” she squinted to read the boy’s name tag, “Kenny, it’s really important that I see him.” She took off her wallet and placed a ten dollar bill on the counter. “Please, just tell me his room.”

Kenny took the money. “I don’t know of any John Constantine , but we have a new guest who rented a room for three days staying in room 93.”

Zee cheered. “Thank you!”

“It’s the dark blue door on the fourth floor,'' Kenny yelled as Zatanna rushed upstairs, the heels of her leather boots clicking against the hardwood floor.

She stopped in front of the room, suddenly less sure of whether her idea had been a good one. She should have thought this through. She rocked on her feet, sweat forming in the back of her neck, dampening her long black hair.

She could hear water running from the inside, a faint whistle accompanying it. She took a deep breath and, deciding that she had come a long way to back off now, tugged at the door handle, trying to pry the door open, but it didn’t budge. A frustrated groan left her lips and, after a quick glance to check if she was alone in the hallway, she whispered a spell under her breath.

“ Nepo .” As soon as the words formed, the lock clicked and the door cracked open, revealing the room on the other side.

She slipped inside, closing the door behind her. Two small table lamps lit up the otherwise dark room, letting her see the mess in which it was: clothes thrown all over the drawers and chairs; the table was covered with piles of opened books and yellowed paper; cigarette butts littered the floor and an empty whiskey bottle laid fallen on the nightstand.

Zatanna tiptoed to avoid stepping on anything, as careful as if she was navigating a minefield instead of a motel room. She sat on the edge of the bed, fondling with the sheets while she waited for him. A pair of pink sunglasses laid forgotten under the wardrobe, the colorful plastic of it’s lenses reflecting the light with a warm color.

The shower was turned off and the bathroom door clicked open, a cloud of steam coming out through it. Constantine stood in the doorway, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. His skin was sprinkled with droplets of water which shone in the faint lighting. His blond hair was sopping with water and clung to his scalp. Air seemed to escape his lungs when his blue eyes fell to her face. She looked at him with a mix of anger and desire, the sculpted form of his chest distracting her from what she had planned to say.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he stepped completely out of the mist.

His voice, slightly hoarse after all those years smoking, snapped her out of her thoughts and she rose to her feet, staring at him defiantly. “Did you plan on telling me you were in Gotham?” Despite her best efforts, her tone wasn’t as harsh as she had intended it to be.

He shrugged, moving past her to reach for the pile of clothes. “This really isn't a good time, love.”

“You can’t just come into my town without warning!” she shouted in response.

The towel fell to the floor, discarded as Constantine began to get dressed. Zatanna watched as he slipped on white briefs and her fingers, as if possessed with a will of their own, reached out to caress the pine tree tattoo on his right buttock, the ink still shiny black. His muscles tightened under her touch, but he didn’t move away.

“That’s new,” she said, this time softly.

He huffed. “A gift from an old friend.”

She traced the design, the simple figure a sharp contrast to the pentagrams and runes on his back. “Well, I like it.”

He turned to face her, and she pulled her hand, suddenly ashamed of the intimate gesture. His eyes sparkled with mischief, gaze locked with hers even as he buttoned his white t-shirt. This close, she could see the blond stubble that covered his face. She wasn’t used to seeing him unshaved and she wondered how it would feel rubbing against her soft skin. She blushed and looked away.

“I’m sorry for yelling.”

He smiled in a way that didn’t quite reach his eyes and reached for his pants. “Don’t worry about it.”

“So… How long have you been in America?” She asked as she watched him tie his tie around his neck.

“A couple days. But I was in Louisiana. I just got to Gotham.”

Zatanna frowned. “Louisiana? Has something happened to Swamp Thing?”

He laced his shoes in silence, trying to figure out what to tell her. “He ’s fine. Got himself a happy little family even,” Constantine replied bitterly.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

He donned his signature trench coat. “No time to explain that.”

He placed a hand on the small of her back, causing waves of electricity to run through her body, and rushed out of the room, dragging her along. The door slammed shut behind them.

“Wait-” She barely had time to open her mouth before he leaned down and kissed her, shutting her up. It only lasted a moment, but she found herself too shocked to react when he pulled away.

“Goodbye, love,” he said before pivoting on his heels and racing down the hall.

“Seriously, John? I’m trying to have an actual conversation here”, she called after him as he disappeared down the stairway.

She groaned in frustration and made her way downstairs, the taste of whiskey lingering in her mouth.

* * *

She had almost dozed off when he returned, the screeching sound of the rusted door hinges waking her up. She shifted in the armchair she had nestled in and yawned, stretching the sore muscles of her back.

Soot covered his hands and streaked his cheek. Sweat covered his brow and pooled under his armpits and ran down his back, the fabric of his t-shirt damp and sticking to his torso. His hair was disheveled and the edges of his coat were singed. Blood covered his left cheek, flowing from an open cut over his eye, and, although she couldn’t see then, she knew there were other injuries. Overall, he looked exhausted.

“John!”, Zatanna shouted, jumping to her feet and rushing to his side.

Before she could offer support, he waved her away. “I’m pretty sure I said ‘goodbye’. ”

He stumbled through the reception and she followed behind, ready to catch him if his feet faltered. They reached the fourth floor and he turned to her.

“Can you just leave me alone?” he slurred.

“You are bleeding! Stop being a prick and let me help you.”

“When will you understand that I can’t be helped? You and your goddamn savior complex, trying to fix everyone. Why don’t you go fix your own problems?”

“I fucking hate you!”, she shouted in response.

Constantine flashed her a crooked grin. “Good,” he said before turning away and walking down the hallway.

She gritted her teeth, wobbling from one foot to the other as she watched him go. Then she sighed and chased after him.

“Wait,” she exclaimed, tugging at the sleeve of his coat to catch his attention.

“What now, love?”

Zatanna didn’t answer. Instead, she tiptoed and pressed her mouth to his. His lips parted to welcome her tongue and she delved deep into his mouth, tasting the remnants of alcohol and nicotine that clung to his breath.His fingers tangled in her hair, keeping her close, chests pressed together. She moaned into his mouth as he slid a hand under her blouse, cupping her breasts over the bra.

They didn’t let go of each other, moving as a single mess of limbs towards room 93. It took Constantine five attempts to insert the key in the lock and open the door. Coats were tossed aside and shoes were kicked off in a passionate rush as the door slammed shut behind the couple.

When she finally broke the kiss, it was only so she could gasp for air. Her eyes were dark with lust and she took him into her arms once more, undoing the bottoms of his shirt one by one before removing her own blouse. Zatanna reached behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor and he took the opportunity to close his lips around a nipple, sucking gently and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. As he moved to give the same treatment to the other breast, she unbuckled his belt, pulling it free through the loops of his trousers, which were then quickly unzipped, pooling around his ankles along with his briefs. He stepped out of his pants and tugged down her skirt, before pulling her up. Her legs kicked in the air for a moment before wrapping around his waist, and he carried her towards the bed as she giggled.

Constantine laid her on the mattress and gently opened her legs, his fingers hooking into the hem of her lacy panties and she raised her hips into the air to aid him as he pulled those away. His own underwear met the same fate and he climbed on top of her, pinning her down with his weight and capturing her mouth with another kiss.

Her hands roamed all over his body, tracing the defined muscles with her fingertips and stopping at the junction of his legs. Her small fist closed around him as she gently guided him inside. He nuzzled his face in the hollow of her neck, inhaling the sweet floral perfume she always wore and sucking bruises into her pale skin.

Moans and gasps filled the barely lit room, accompanied by the soft whisper of skin brushing against skin and the loud thudding of their hearts. With every thrust of his hips, she felt a bit of her worries fade away and tension leave her body. Being with him set her free of her day to day life, from the pressure that came with her father’s legacy. When she was with John, she could let herself come undone.

Her eyes lit up and twin beams of light flared through the room, sparkling like lightning while Zatanna screamed in pleasure, nails digging into Constantine’s skin with enough strength to draw blood.

His movements came to a sudden stop as he glanced upwards, where the bolts had struck. Fern-like patterns had been scorched to the ceiling like ugly black scars.

“Ow,” the sound left his half open lips in awe. His gaze fluttered between the burn marks and her eyes, which still had the hint of a glow to them.. “I didn’t know you could do that…”

She blushed, red creeping into her cheeks. “It’s the first time, I swear,” she said with a shy giggle.

“Let’s make sure it’s not your last one, then,” he answered before kissing her. “It’s hella hot.”

* * *

One of his arms was draped protectively over her waist, while the other was pinned under her slender back and their legs were tangled together, making it impossible for her to move without waking him up. Constantine snoozed peacefully by her side, but sleep refused to come for Zatanna. Her head was spinning, the beginning of a headache starting to creep in, and she felt so tired that she could barely keep her eyelids open.

She had no idea for how long they had been locked in this room, shielded from the outside world. Her phone had long died and Constantine didn’t even know where his was. Time had lost its meaning for them. When they got hungry, they nibbled at the half melted chocolate bars that he had previously bought; thirst was solved either by whiskey or by tea made in the small electric kettle and any other needs had become superfluous.

But she knew that it couldn’t go one forever. The room had been booked for the weekend, and eventually Kenny, or another clerk, would come to kick them out. Even if they didn’t, she knew she couldn’t stay. That was the problem between her and John: it never lasted. It was intense like a forest fire, burning everything on its path until there was nothing else to consume, and then it died.

He could never give her the kind of relationship she wanted: something stable, someone who she could return to every night, someone who would listen to her problems and comfort her during her darkest moments. He wasn’t that kind of person, but at least he had always been honest about it. And, like a fool, she never listened.

Glancing at his sleeping form, Zatanna wondered about what they could have been in another life. One without demons or magic. One in which they weren’t constantly having to save the world by sacrificing a piece of themselves.

She sighed and closed her eyes once more, hoping that, this time, she would finally be taken to the land of dreams.

* * *

“Fuck,” she panted, her breath hitched unevenly and her body still trembled.

The hand she had been using to keep his head close fell to the side and Constantine pulled himself from where he had been nestled between her legs and kissed her with still glistening lips.

“I fucking love you,” she said, her mind too dizzy in a sea of lust to truly understand what she was saying.

He was caught off guard. During their multiple break-ups and make-ups, neither of them had ever said those three little words. And he knew she probably didn’t mean it, but hearing it stirred something in him. It brought the urge to tell her what he had known for a long time: that he loved her.

Except that it would be unfair to her. He would never be good enough, he would never be worthy of her love. And so he had always stayed silent, burying his feelings deep in his heart and pushing her away every time he felt close to spilling the truth. She deserved the kind of happiness he couldn’t give her and so it was better that she never learned the truth. Or she would be tempted to stay with him, which would only bring her death and misery. That was the destiny of everyone who had ever loved him.

And so, he did what he knew best and pretended to not have heard her. He laid by her side, kissed her and then closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep.

* * *

The words hung heavy in the air, but his lack of acknowledgment was even heavier. Zatanna waited until she knew for sure he was unconscious before slipping out of the bed. She glanced around the room, considering if it was worthy trying to find her clothes or if it would be easier to just conjure something new. A quick assessment told her that her belongings were most likely hidden by layers of trash and that it would take too much time and effort to find them.

“ Lausac sehtolc ,” she murmured and her naked body was immediately clad in jeans, a white sweater and shoes. She took her phone from the nightstand and brushed off the ashes that had fallen on the screen before shoving it in her pocket, where her wallet had already magically appeared.

She hesitated at the door, turning to look at him one last time, hoping that he would wake up and tell her something that would make her stay. It was a futile hope. He was sound asleep, seemingly not even noticing the sudden shift of weight in the mattress.

A sad smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she exited the room, promising herself this would be the last time she gave him another chance.

#John Constantine #magicblazer #johnzee #zatanna zatara #zatanna zatara x john constantine #dc #one shot

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screwschooliloveanime · 3 years

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TW : MENTIONS OF BLOOD, SUICIDE, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, SWEARING

THE CURIOUS (MIS)ADVENTURES OF THE AZURE EYED STUDENT AND THE FORSAKEN ONE

"There he goes, hey are you seriously not gonna do anything?" Kagura glanced at the boy beside her, whose dark eyes scrunched as if to carefully burn the jumper's last expression into his mind.

"Doesn't matter to me, that's his choice. I've got no interest in changing it", he shrugged and walks towards the subway exit, with Kagura following suit. Behind them, surprised yelps of passengers came as blood splattered on the platform.

It really had been a normal day for Kagura, coming back from college to her small apartment. She lived by her own, carrying a packet of sukonbu with her from the local store, her personal comfort food as she walked by, one piece already in her mouth

Dragging herself back to her home, Kagura already had pictured herself falling down her bed, her tired blue eyes felt even more heavy at the thought.

It was nearly dusk, and soft red streaks of light illuminated her hair, giving it a bright orange hue. It reminded her of the time she stayed over at Gin-Chan's place during her school years, a bit nostalgic. Kagura sighed softly as she took out her keys and unlocked the door. Maybe she should go and visit her friends over the weekend, once she was done with her report. Being too occupied with herself, for she didn't notice the lady next door come out and say, "Excuse me..."

Kagura jumped, then narrowed her eyes at her. "What."

" Um, I just have a lot of stuff here tonight so, if you hear any noise, can you ignore it, just for tonight...?" , She nervously smiled, and Kagura couldn't help but notice her palms breaking into cold sweat, as she tried to wipe them off on the crumpled texture of her skirt.

" Yeah sure whatever, I was gonna sleep anyway ", she shrugged to the woman, who mumbled a small 'thank you' and went back into her apartment.

Letting herself into the comfort of her apartment, Kagura changed into a more comfortable set of clothes and set her alarm as she snuggled into her futon. The final red streaks in the sky had emptied out, giving way to a violet shade as the all the city lights lit up.

As she looked towards the window sleepily that opened towards her compact balcony, she took in the scenery outside- The high-rise buildings twinkling in contrast to the muddy sky, the sound of something being moved next door, and a blonde haired man in military uniform with wings floating near- hold on.

Kagura blinked twice, then pinched herself." Yeah its real", she thought crouching as she moved towards the balcony door to not get the person(?) 's attention. She grabbed an umbrella near the door as she opened the door.

The man glanced at her for a second before carrying on at peering into the window of the flat beside hers. But Kagura wasn't having any of that.

" You Fucking Stalker.", she hissed as she whacked the supposed criminal's head with the umbrella. His crimson eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed again as Kagura hit him with the deadly object again.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing bitc-ow!", he flew backwards so her weapon wouldn't reach him.

"What do you think you're doing you creep, stalking somebody like that? I don't care what trick you're playing floating like a fucking idiot but you need to get a life! "

" What do you mean stalking wait- how can you see me??", the man flew cautiously over her, and Kagura felt uneasy as his stare bore into her eyes. She just realized how real his wing prop looked, as if it was actually made by real feathers.

"...I see.., that's why.." he grinned, almost as he was lookin down on her. Kagura felt another wave of irritation go through and opened her mouth to retaliate but got interrupted as she heard a loud screeching sound next door.

"Oh", she heard him say nonchalantly," she's gonna start"

"Start what?"

The figure flew in front of her and stared again.

"Her suicide of course, its why I'm here".

Kagura felt her palms grow cold. She wanted to say its ridiculous but something in that strange person's tone told her he wasn't kidding. Wordlessly, she dashed through her apartment and started ringing the lady's bell.

" Hey, open up!", she banged," OPEN UP!!"

No answer

"Urgh..!", she heaved herself against the door, once, twice and it broke open. Sometimes low quality flats can have benefits too, I guess .

She ran towards the lady in a frenzied manner, as she lifted her up, then quickly stood on the wooden stool to loosen the deadly knot.

After then, Kagura's body went into autopilot. Using one phone to call an ambulance, she put the call on speaker as went to perform CPR on the unconscious woman. Her face had become pale with dried tear streaks on her cheeks, but she wasn't cold.

Kagura continued doing the CPR, pushing hard and fast, centering on the sternum.

Her ears rang and after what seemed like an eternity, the ambulance arrived, carrying the woman carefully on a stretcher, and taking her to the hospital after hearing the situation from Kagura.

"She'll be fine, it isn't serious", she heard one of the medics say, and she stood there with other people watching the red and blue ambulance lights fade out of her view.

Darting back towards her apartment and ignoring any other curious neighbors, Kagura bolted her door as she slumped into her futon.

Her head hurt from all the ringing. When she pulled the covers over her head, she found out she'd been crying too.

This was the worst day of her week, Kagura decided, and she wanted nothing more than it to be quickly over.

"She won't die", a familiar voice spoke up.

" You burst in as soon she kicked off the chair, I felt it, her life won't be fading out anytime soon now."

Kagura scoffed. Pulling down her covers, she sat up and looked straight at the mysterious boy who sat across her futon.

" Who are you even supposed to be? A grim reaper?? ",

The boy's left wing ruffled a bit in annoyance and he scowled.

" Don't be ridiculous, they're nothing but a bunch of old geezers with bad humor, I'm of a far better authority or well, I used to be.."

Kagura raised her eyebrow in response and the boy huffed. He leaned a bit closer, his jet black feathers seemed to grow wider and his eyes looked ancient. Ancient yet enough to send a chill down Kagura's spine.

"My name is... Okita Sougo.. and I'm a fallen angel".

(to be continued ?)

I hope you all are doing safe, and since its been quite a while, I may have gotten out of touch with how I used to write lol.

Stay safe and thanks for reading, hope you liked it!

#gintama #okita sougo #kagura #okikagu #tw blood #gintama fanfiction #okikagu fanfiction #pls go play omori #no beta this is war #sakata gintoki #shimura shinpachi #yorozuya

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hey-hamlet · 4 years

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‘BANHA’ Fic

aka, my friend who hasn’t watched bnha got really pissed when I told her about Bakugo and Izuku’s old middle school. So pissed, in fact, that she wrote almost 3000 words of a character created solely for this purpose beating the tar out of Bakugo.

Shes my idol.

(I edited the names for spelling and edited the dialogue for speech patterns in exactly two scenes. See if you can pick all 3 edited lines)

“Happy birthday Arlea!” Arlea Hunter started from where she was sitting and chewing on cereal like it was going out of style. Aunty Chitose placed a small cake on the table by Arlea’s bowl, a single candle on top, she gave her a bright smile.

“Thank you! You didn’t have to get me anything,” Arlea said, looking at the cake, it looked delicious. With white frosting that was layered thickly and the words ‘Happy birthday’ scrawled in purple icing. Arlea blew out the candle. Putting her hands together. Squeezing her eyes shut to make a wish. Her Aunty ruffled her hair.

“What are you saying? Of course I’d get you a cake, although it’s a bit little, you can’t share it with your friends.” She said.

“It’s ok, I wouldn’t want to share it either way.” Arlea pointed out. “Except for you of course,” she added, standing to pick up the knife from the counter. proceeding to cut it into quarters.

“Oh, thank you very much, and I’m going to eat three pieces then?” she asked.

“Alright fine, Uncle Hideki and Hanabi can have some too.”

“You two will have to pack it then, since you’re almost late for school.” My aunt pointed out, moving back to the kitchen. Arlea glanced at the clock and almost swore. Scrambling to pick up her lunchbox and carefully pack the cake.

“Hanabi come on down! There’s cake here for you!” Arlea’s Aunt called. it was accompanied by the sounds of frantic footsteps. Eventually Hanabi made it down the stairs, with school bag in hand and her blonde streaked brown hair bouncing around her heart-shaped face. The little princess of the family, with sharp bright blue eyes and a killer smile. Arlea really took time to reflect how different their families were.

Her cousin was a year younger than her, and had an outgoing happy personality, cute sized, whereas Arlea was willowy, with straight drab hair that looked almost black, black eyes. and while she had a quirk of an infectious smile. Arlea’s dove wings wasn’t exactly as useful. It’s not as if she could use them. she reflected ruefully

“Thanks mum!” Hanabi squealed, sitting at the table. “Not now, pack it or we will be late.” Arlea commented. Hanabi glancing at the clock and jumping up again.

“I can’t be late today! I promised Haru I’d help her paint one of the school festival posters.” Hanabi grabbed her back and bolted for the doorway. Arlea shifted past, letting the girl go past her without knocking both of them over. She turned back and packed the second piece for Hanabi, placing both lunchboxes in her bag. She was used to her airheaded cousin forgetting things, and definitely loved her for it. Hanabi made Arlea feel good and reliable. Isn’t that a sad realisation? She mused. heading out the door at an angle and calling her goodbyes to her aunt.

“Come on! move those wings, if we’re late I’m blaming you!” Hanabi called, she grinned at Arlea without any malice. Setting a brisk pace along the sidewalk. Arlea caught up easily, she was taller than her cousin by a couple centimetres. Arlea wasn’t exactly new to Japan, her mum had been from here, and she’d been born here. but growing up in a different culture entirely, and coming back at the age of 15, 12 years later was an… experience.

Specifically the school life, ending up going to Aldera middle school wasn’t exactly fun. It wasn’t a great school, but her area wasn’t a great area, and it would be expensive to send two near-high schoolers to a private school. Public schools weren’t a problem though, after all, if Arlea could survive a public school in Woodridge Australia, she could survive anything.

The school gates loomed ahead and Hanabi called out to her friend Haru. A small girl with curly dark hair, glasses, and a shy personality. Haru smiled, waving at us both.

“Good morning Hanabi, Senpai!” she greeted. Arlea gave her a smile, Hanabi was already dragging her off however.

“I’ll see you at lunch!” She called back. Arlea gave a little snort, unlikely, until she figured out Arlea had her lunch. She didn’t blame her cousin. They had only gotten closer over the past year Arlea had been here, but that probably wasn’t entirely by choice. It’s been a year since Arlea’s mother died, and she had to move to this second-rate school. At least she could get into a better high school.

She was sitting with her friends when Hanabi came running over. A slightly panicked look on her face. I smiled at her.

“Forget your lunch today?” Arlea asked her as she reached where Arlea and her friends were eating lunch, a small little side-hall that was open enough to have cool air come through and bright enough for a nice atmosphere. But as she drew closer Arlea’s smile fell. She looked absolutely terrified. Pale faced, on the verge of tears.

“The- that kid in your grade! They’re… beating him up.” She said between sobbing breaths. Hanabi reached her too. She was crying.

“That’s Deku, leave him be, it happens.” One of Arlea’s friends commented. Hanabi cousin looked at him, her face starting to get blotchy as the redness of running took over her straight panic.

“They look like they’re beating him to death! They’re not stopping!” Hanabi rushed out. Arlea looked at her, then stood up.

“Where are the teachers?” Arlea’s friends watched her silently, a few of them staring at their lunches, but no longer eating them. There was something wrong about this situation, sure people were bullied in Australia, but it tended to stop once a teacher was in view.

“They’re just watching!” Hanabi half-shouted. Arlea turned an accusing eye on her friends. Seeing no support on the kid’s side. no cry of outrage.

“Where?” She asked seriously, ignoring the slight shake of her friend Satoru’s head. Hanabi took off though, and Arlea went after her. Haru following them from behind. Taking a couple shortcuts through empty classrooms Arlea could see where people were gathered on the second floor above one of the yards, staring down at the commotion. Hanabi was slowing down. Arlea slid to a stop next to the furthest student, hearing someone shouting.

“I’m doing you a favour Deku, you’re better off dead than quirkless!” The voice below called up, loud enough to be heard from here. Arlea felt a cold snap of rage, gripping the windowsill she jumped up, Hanabi turned back, calling her name. Arlea leapt out, aiming for Bakugo. One of the popular kids in her grade. He had a cascade of sparks, ready to use it on the kid that was already bleeding from most of his face. His shoulder looked dislocated too, he looked up at Arlea through one eye, the other puffed shut, his lip was broken and bleeding, and he had a serious burn mark on the right side of his neck.

Arlea heard movement and turned her attention. Bakugo stood up, disorientated, Arlea looked at him, gripping her hands into fists, temper, temper. If she lost it now the teachers might actually do something.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” one of the ones holding the boy asked. she turned on him.

“Let him go, or I’ll cut off your creepy salad fingers.” Arlea said. he let the boy go, he crumpled to the ground.

“Get lost, or I’ll give you the same to you, shithead.” Bakugo replied coldly, walking over threateningly. Arlea looked at his face, altogether much too perfect, maybe a broken tooth might teach him a lesson. She decided. He reached her and she rounded a hit on him before he could see the fist coming. The wet slap of her flesh against his face satisfyingly echoing in the semi-empty yard.

“Bakugo!” Someone called from behind, Arlea turned as one of the less active of the bullies ran at her. She gave a cold laugh, before leaping on him, wings outspread in a terrible arch as she twisted into the air, bringing the entire force of her body and slamming into him.

“That’s enough!” someone shouted, Arlea stood, the bullies standing back as a teacher walked this way.

“Oh, is it? And was it enough when they were beating this kid in front of you? Or are you so piss-poor at your own fucing job you couldn’t be bothered actually interfering?” Arlea shouted at him. She stuttered through the Japanese, not exactly fluent, but good enough that the meaning came across strong. The teacher went red faced, walking this way in angry strides, Arlea looked at him, temper ticking so close to being officially lost.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you off for this one, but you’re going to detention for this-“ The teacher stated. He grabbed Arlea’s wrist.

“For what? doing your job for you?” she asked. The teacher turned to look at her.

“How dare you.” the teacher hissed.

“The fuck is wrong with you, why would you waste all your breath on a quirkless bastard?” it was Bakugo again. Temper officially lost. With a swipe, she took the teacher’s legs out from under him, before turning on Bakugo, he put his arms up in defence, seeing the attack this time but not counting on the amount of force behind it, people never did. But wings were extra body mass, no matter how hollow the bones. The two of them fell.

There was only a short scramble, before Arlea was sitting on his chest, hands wrapped tightly around his throat. His eyes bulged. Gripping her wrists, trying to ease the pressure.

“Unfortunately for you, my mother happened to be quirkless. She’s gone; because of scum like you.” Arlea said, a smile on her face as she strangled the boy. “Call this your official warning, if you ever mention that little quirkless thing again, you or any of your little boys. I’m going to hunt you down, slit your throat from ear to ear, and watch you bleed out with a smile on my face.” Arlea wasn’t joking either. She’d almost killed people for less. Bakugo’s struggled became desperate, tears and spit rolling down his face.

“Stop it,” A hoarse voice croaked. Arlea glanced back. the kid was sitting up, looking this way, barely conscious. Arlea turned back. She let go of Bakugo’s throat, not before giving him two more solid hits to the face, one of them crunching at his nose. She stood up, turning back. The teacher must have hit his head, because he was sitting up with a dazed look in his eyes. Arlea turned to look at the kid who was staring back at her with fear. “Don’t - Kacchan’s going to be a hero, it’s only because I’m-” the boy stuttered.

Arlea turned to look at the people on the floor, the two still standing watched her with fear. She turned back to look at Bakugo, who was coughing and staring up at her.

“Quirkless?” She ground out, teeth audibly grinding against each other in her rage. “It’s ok because you’re weaker than him?” She turned back to Bakugo, snarling. “Newsflash asshole, heroes help people weaker than them. You’re no hero, just a twobit jackass with too many people fawning over your flashy quirk.” Arlea turned back, grabbing the boy by his good arm and wrenching him up. Taking him towards the infirmary, the kids gathered gave her a wide berth, except for Hanabi, who walked forward, and helped support him on the other side, being careful of his arm.

“Are you ok?” she asked softly. the boy looked at her. but she was looking at Arlea. Who’s jaw was ticked tight, fury in her eyes.

“I’m going to burn down this fucking school.” She replied coldly in English. Hanabi winced,

“I’m sure… that if he knew, he’d not have talked that way.” Hanabi responded softly, Arlea felt her anger cooling. Her cousin trying hard to calm her down and making an effort to speak in English made her feel better.

“If he knew and actually had the audacity to say that, I’d have already killed him.” Alrea pointed out. reverting back to Japanese.

Hanabi gave a shaky sigh, “Mum is going to be furious…”

Well, that she already knew.

Surprise, surprise, Arlea was called to the office. She walked there, blood still on her uniform, sitting down politely on the waiting room chairs. The woman there was tense, not looking at her. After a while, the phone rang, and the woman picked it up, putting it back down.

“Please make your way through.” she said, giving Arlea a tense smile.

Arlea stood up, taking a breath. Inside was a furious principal, the concussed teacher, two police officers, and someone who looked like he was a hero. She stopped at the door, looking at the hero and freezing. Well, that didn’t bode well.

“Arlea Hunter, I am appalled by what I’ve heard this afternoon. You were a good student, top of your class, an outstanding reputation. But today you not only attacked 3 of your peers, but a teacher as well. These men are here to escort you off my campus, you’re hereby expelled. I’ve called your aunt to tell her that you’re being escorted to the station. Honours exchange student or not, I will not tolerate that kind of violence on my campus.” The principal, who Arlea was shocked didn’t run out of breath halfway through, was red-faced. Furious, the teacher was watching her with a smile.

Arlea turned to him. “Really? Not only will you let another student burn Deku’s face off, but you’ll stand there and smile when the only person willing to stand up for him is being sent off?” She asked. The teacher paled.

“She’s lying!” he immediately cried. Arlea crossed her arms.

“Bakugo told Deku to kill himself because he was quirkless, then went ahead to hit him again, and everyone stood around and did nothing. This student who had the audacity to think he was going to become a hero.” Arlea was enraged now, walking to the desk and slamming her hands down.

“What the hell is wrong with your teaching staff? A single boy was being beaten to death on your school grounds by four people and your staff did nothing! What kind of sicko school do you run?” She was screaming now. then turned to the police.

“You want to take me to the station? Good! I’ll be a valuable witness, and I’ll proudly stand against Bakugo, what kind of sick psychopath burns the face off one of his peers?” She rounded on the principal again. “I’m also surprised that you called my aunt, you should have kept quiet, because you know she’s just going to come here and take my side. And when there’s an internal investigation? You’ll find me watching you burn to the ground with all the rest of your staff. You run an institute that’s supposed to support your student base, and watch them grow. Their parents are relying on you to keep their children safe, and you’re sending one of them home with injuries nearly every day!” Arlea pulled herself to full height, looking down at the man sitting there, getting paler and paler at her accusations. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves.” she hissed out finally.

There was a tense silence, neither the teacher nor principal would break it. Arlae had just gone and blurted out their failures in front of two cops and a hero. If that didn’t scream ‘doomed’ she didn’t know what did. The hero spoke up first.

“Today has been quite the eventful day for everyone involved. What I suggest happens is that Principal Satoru runs an internal investigation into this matter. Bakugo will be flagged to watch for quirk abuse on U.A records. I also suggest you discuss a solution with Arlea Hunter’s aunt when she arrives, so that expulsion can be avoided.” The hero said calmly. Arlea blinked at him.

“How can you speak reasonably in this situation?” She asked, outraged. The hero pinned her with a steady gaze.

“You were also using your quirk maliciously in body slamming a student. If this Bakugo is punished. You will be also, if the student who was injured decides to go ahead and press charges, then we will do something about it and bar him from entering our academy, if what you say about him wanting to become a hero is true. You may find yourself with the brunt of the punishment however, the student you attacked was not Bakugo by the sounds of it, which means you didn’t use your quirk for self defence either.” The hero turned and walked to Arlea, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“In this instance, it would be logical to just let it go. It would be a shame to lose a potential student with such a strong motivation for justice.” The hero nodded his goodbye to the principal and left. giving Arlea an encouraging smile. She didn’t feel it, wanting instead to throw her fists around and continue her angry outburst. Trying to attack a hero would be a tad ambitious. It also made her feel worse that he thought he saw justice. But it was just selfish, bitter anger. Just piss-poor timing for Bakugo to be an asshole. A year ago today her own mother killed herself over the same words. You’d be better off dead than quirkless. Arlea glared at the two people left in the room. before turning and walking out again. she needed a good cry behind the furthest building, at least before her aunty arrived.

#not my fic exactly but it sure is fic

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awkward-tension-art · 5 years

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Red Sky

Kirishima x dragon quirk!reader

B/c everyone in @bakugouscentedcaramel discord is a beacon of nonsense, there’s been a lot of headcanons about an s/o with a dragon quirk, and since I’m a sadist, I’m making all of them angsty.

Warnings: gore, violence, death, sad kirishima, swearing (I think), no happy ending in sight,

Enjoy

Kirishima loved watching you fight. You were a beast. A literal, semi-truck sized, fire breathing, scaled, beast.

Your quirk was Dragon, a very strong ability that let you transform into a literal winged dragon.

That a group of villains stupidly thought they could fight.

The red-haired hero ducked from a thug you had thrown from your fangs. The green haired criminal was knocked into the car behind Kirishima, going out-cold.

You whined an apology, lowering your horned head in embarrassment.

“It’s not problem babe! Nice throw!” The sturdy hero gave you a loving pat on your nose.

He loved the texture of your scales, they were smooth, but still strong enough to take some heavy hits. Multiple times you would transform into a dragon just to act as a shield for civilians. It’s probably why you two worked well as both a team and a couple.

Your forked tongue licked his cheek, since speech was heavily limited all affection must be physical when you’re in your dragon form.

The cute moment between you two was cut off by a distant explosion.

Was that caused by a hero, or were there more villains to be defeated?

You lowered your body, giving kirishima an easier time to climb onto your back. Cameras flashed, obviously the tabloids would have a field day with the headline.

Kirishima couldn’t think about that right now. Right now, he had a job to do.

You did too of course.

“Let’s go cloud breaker.” He referred to you by your hero name, something the media immensely loved. In your human form, you’d respond with a kiss and a, “of course Red riot.”

Kirishima gripped one of your horns tightly. Your large wings spread, and you and him took to the sky. His stomach always lurched when you lifted from the ground. He hoped one day he’d get used to not having the earth beneath his feet.

The wind whipped passed him. The red haired hero looked down from your back and gasped in shock.

Was that...nomu? What were those creatures doing in the city? Was this attack being led by the league of villains.

“(Y/N)!” He shouted your name and you looked back at him.

The look in your eyes practically said I see them.

You screeched, and dipped suddenly. Kirishima nearly slipped from your back, he was so focused on not falling to his demise he nearly didn’t notice the metal pole that had flown passed your torso.

“The hell was that?!” He shouted, you pointed your scaled snout down to the roof of a building signaling the large armed nomu preparing to throw another object at you.

Kirishima lowered himself, holding on to you tighter than before, “let’s get ‘em!” He called.

You roared loudly and dove at your antagonist. The sturdy hero laughed when you barrel rolled, dodging the large rock that was aimed for you. Before the creature had a chance to gear up for another attack, you took it in your claws, much like a hawk picking its prey.

“Manly catch!” Kirishima hollered with a large grin. You purred at his praise and the nomu screeched below you.

When the red haired male looked down at the city, his eyes focused on three nomu reeking havoc in a large intersection. Facing off with them was a familiar electric hero.

“(Y/N)! Kaminari is down there!” He informed. You tilted your body, doing a 180, and preparing to meet the ground again. The seriousness of the situation was getting to you both.

What was going on? Why were nomu attacking so suddenly?

You landed, cracking the pavement beneath you. The nomu in your large claws writhed before you crushed it, finally silencing it. Kirishima leapt from you, and landed a hardened fist at the grey creature getting to close to his blonde haired friend.

Both men cheered when you released a large breathe of fire at the last two.

“Man am I glad to see you guys!” Kaminari said relieved, “I’m nearly at my limit.”

Kirishima laughed, “well we couldn’t let you have all the fun!”

There was a howl that cut them off.

3 pairs of eyes looked up. Where you just were flying, several nomu have taken the sky. You growled, and flapped your leather wings, intending on getting them down.

“You’ve got this!” Kirishima shouted up at you.

“How’d they get there so fast?” Kaminari asked, seemingly worried.

“No idea, these nomu are like flies or something. No matter how many you stop, more of them just keep showing up.” The sturdy hero shrugged, “now come on, they got the sky, and we gotta clear the ground.”

As time went on it became abundantly clear that this was a full scale attack on the city. People were getting injured or killed, and the damage was becoming near irreparable. Currently, the duo had met up with several other heroes, set up a medical station, and started rescue efforts. They focused on protecting the injured, keeping the nomu at bay while doctors and medical quirks could do their work.

Like kaminari, Kirishima was quickly hitting his limit. How long could they keep this up?

Even you were becoming tired. How many times have you landed to the safe area, with people on your back?

You took to the skies once more after dropping off some victims who needed help. Kirishima smile as he watched you, despite the situation, he was so proud. You were a stabilizing symbol of strength now.

He was so focused on you, he didn’t see the nomu aim a spear made of broken metal at you. It happened in an instant. A streak of black against the blue sky, and then your chest burst with blood.

The screech if pain you let out caused heroes and civilians to look up. You flapped your wings to desperately steady yourself, intending to land.

All kirishima could do was watch helplessly as you were struck with a large bolder sending you into the side of the building. You whined and your lover felt a pang in his heart at your pain.

The world seemed to still, time no longer worked.

When you managed to straighten, there was another black streak aimed for you. You aimed a blast of fire to the roof of your assailant, but you weren’t fast enough.

a long broken pipe had pierced your scaled neck, cutting off your flames.

You tried to howl and roar, only to be stopped by your own blood. You tried to fly, desperation keeping your wings flapping, but your strength gave out and you fell from the sky.

Gravity took a hold of you as you began to plummet.

The red haired hero felt sick when crimson blood erupted from your mouth. Kirishima saw you struggling as you choked on your own lifeblood. The struggle in you had disappeared, as did all signs of life.

He cried when you crashed into the pavement 3 blocks away his voice sounded unlike his own as he screamed. Smoke and dust blown up by the impact of your body-of you.

He ran to you, nearly tripping over himself.

The screams and cries of the civilians were unheard. Kaminari’s warning to him fell on deaf ears as he sprinted to you. The blur of a hero rushing the nomu was barely registering. His only focused on one thing.

Getting to you.

His mind was cruel. Telling him it was his fault for not helping you. How he was powerless to do anything as you fell.

Useless. Useless. Useless.

Smoke and dust strangled him as he got closer. He cried your name, begging some divine power that you’d respond. He couldn’t see, particles stinging his eyes.

Kirishima stumbled, falling painfully down the impact site. His tongue tasted metal and dirt, his lungs shook in his chest.

Was the pain in his center from a broken heart or a fatal wound?

Was there a difference?

Red riot straightened onto his knees and looked up.

A gust of wind had cleared the air, and his eyes met yours.

You stayed in your dragon form, most likely not having the strength to change back. Everything about you looked broken. Even your wings, so strong and large, were snapped and bent at odd angles.

Your gaze was locked with his. Somehow, you managed to survive long enough to see him. To let yourself know that he was mostly unharmed.

He was frozen when your eyes closed slowly.

His brain wasn’t listening to him. His body refused to move. The truth has finally hit him like a derailed train.

You were gone.

Kirishima shattered.

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thewhumpstuff · 4 years

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You and I, Me and You [14]

@badthingshappenbingo [Original characters and content for ‘Burns’]

[TW: Non/Dub-Con, NSFW, cigarettes and scalpels, psychological manipulation. Vivianne (Vivi-Anne/a) presents with a constellation of personality traits and identity-defining choices/compulsions that are unique to her and this world. (Attributed to her past and involving experiments with sci-fi drugs) She does NOT represent any disorders or conditions] [Teaser and Master List] [Archives of our Own] (On their turf: Chapter 5)

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Scalpels and Cigarettes.

The hospital bed was flush against a corner. Akira’s left leg—the one that was shot—was grateful for the extra support and protection the wall provided. About a foot above her shin, the windowsill began. It overlooked the driveway. Vivi had cracked it open, to allow the smoke that curled from her cigarette to escape… and perhaps to hear the processions below. She could not make out the words, but the wind carried sounds sometimes and Vivi was grateful.

Aki had flexed her good leg to let Vivi find her perch. She’d been watching the processions with rapt fascination as she stitched. “It looks bad. I’ve never seen Tariq like this.” She ducked to finish the final knot. “All done! Gotta say, I didn’t think you’d be so still… Well done.” Vivi rested her hand on Akira’s good knee casually and patted.

Akira had dipped in and out of consciousness as Alcyone guided a distracted Vivi to perform stitches. Akira’s bullet gouge was going to scar. The stitches were uneven. Some knots were too tight, others not tight enough. Anne—Anna, part of Vivianne was decidedly better at medical procedures.

This archaic process of stitching wounds itself had been abandoned though. Technology and advancements in the field of biology had made so many alternatives readily available. Akira was nothing more than a fascinating test subject to be toyed with. Alcyone hummed as they walked by and idly squirted some of the shealing (sealing-healing) gel onto the surface in a miserly manner… Like an afterthought. They walked away briskly. “Oh boy. This is not looking good.” Vivi’s emphatic word contradicted the lascivious intrigue painted on her face. She spoke at Akira, speaking to her was not really an option, since she was still rather pain addled.

Akira’s breathing was uneven. She had received serum to aid with the wound healing process, but barely anything to help with her pain. This was a reminder, that on some level, she was considered disposable. She had not earned her right to comfort. She wondered if Alcyone and the others had just wanted her to die in the bus. They must hate me for stubbornly living on then. If fate had given her a chance, maybe they decided to as well? The administration of the gel made things a little better.

“He’s got Jared pinned under his boot.” Vivi twittered. She had folded her legs and was bobbing with excitement. It was no secret that Vivianne enjoyed her share of raw violence. Akira stirred and opened her eyes a crack at the mention of Jared. No one had bothered to dress Akira up again. She was in her solid black underclothes, with a flimsy sheet that Alcyone had thrown clumsily onto her, they were around but interrupted nothing. “Jared?” Akira wanted to know more, she tried to sit up. Vivi put her foot against Akira’s shoulder and pushed her back down. Aki had no strength to resist and fell back against her pillow. Vivi’s gaze hardened when she heard the way Akira inquired about the man. The information Ezekiel shared may be accurate after all. Vivi wanted it not to be.

“You know… You must be in a lot of pain… I’m going to help…” Vivi took her promise seriously and worked on braiding her bubble-gum pink hair, it was blonde at the roots. Something about the scene outside kept drawing her away. So, as she fixed her sleek tresses, she peeked outside again. She winced. “I don’t like having only one leg to work with…” Vivi muttered absently as she made idle circles on Akira’s ankle, then began her slow ascent upwards, sliding her hand under the sheet, tracing patterns against the inner thigh. Akira stirred. She groaned and stilled again. Something was tickling her, it felt nice, but also uncomfortable. She flattened her leg against the bed and kicked Vivi gently in the process. Vivi grabbed Akira’s ankle.

“Now see, that’s not very nice- Fuck.” She let something distract her again, something that was happening beneath them. She watched as Jared stood up to face the baton flourishing men. “Tariq is playing a dangerous game. I don’t think he should be making the call to mess Jared up...” Aki blinked her eyes open this time and licked her lips. Her thoughts came to her slow, they were scattered and bleary, but they were there. She connected the dots of what Vivi’s words. Mess him up?

“Aww.” Vivi cooed as she noticed the flick of Akira’s tongue and assumed it to be a come-hither cue. Akira recognized that look on Vivi’s face, the one that emphasized her desire, and, in the moment, she decided to use it. “Pull me up… I want to feel closer to you.” Akira could be an excellent liar when she wanted and right now, she needed help so she could peek out of the window herself. Vivi looked around sheepishly, then readily obliged. Wedging herself between Akira’s legs, she hoisted her up and set her leaning against the window. She stole a soft kiss for her troubles. Akira did not pout. She did not lean into the kiss and did not return it. Vivi’s eyes narrowed as she pulled away, her fingers tenderly climbed the ladder of scars she had left against Akira’s ribs… The cuts she had willingly accepted. She did not accept the kiss like that today. Vivi was more perceptive than people gave her credit for. She could see that there was some attachment between Akira and Jared. The way her breath hitched ever so slightly with each blow he endured.

Akira hadn’t even realised that Vivi’s fingers were tugging at the waistband of her panties. Her mind was trained on what she had heard, and her heart was in her throat. Akira could now glimpse at the act through the corner of her eyes. It was more than enough, especially if supplemented with Vivi’s commentary. They’re going to kill him. She tried to hold her breath, it felt like the easiest way to steady it. Akira’s eyes were glassy, unfocused and clear, till she closed them again.

Vivi could see the tears that never fell. She shook her head and pulled her fingers off the elastic. She resorted to using her scalpel to make a dangerous slit in the fabric that covered Akira, instead. The cold metal teased the exposed flesh carefully, and fingers quickly replaced it. “You know endorphins and aphrodisiacs are natural analgesics.” Akira looked at her vacantly and her body stiffened. Vivi teased Akira’s folds with expertise. After all, this was not the first time they were doing this. “Controlled pain and fear with sex equals Painkiller. So… I’m just trying to help.” She took another puff of smoke and blew it against Akira. As she re-emerged from the plume and the smoke dissipated, Vivi searched the outline of the slender neck, for the faint scar of that cigarette burn. She pulled her fingers out and pulled the blanket off Akira. Vivi held the scalpel in one hand and the other held the cigarette.

“You know, Nova told Eze some things about a certain man… and cigarettes… and you…” Akira didn’t respond. So, this is theme of my life. Everyone knows everything, but me. Everyone around her, seemed to have it all figured out. And she was the last one to find out that her cover may be blown. “Now, you know I am very jealous when others mark you, right? I’ll forgive it, because it was before my time…” The scalpel rested against the old burn scar. Vivi made a soft cut into it. Marring the mark and the memory. She kissed the cut sloppily. They locked eyes and Akira glared, but she could not fight, not in this state. Vivi ran the handle of the scalpel against the slit in the solid black panties again, using the tool to widen the tear, the fabric split with an agonizingly slow ripping sound.

“You had poor Tariq like a puppy on a leash… You had me too. You led us on, but you always wanted him, right?” She ran the glowing tip of the cigarette across Akira’s inner thigh. Akira’s lips trembled, she inhaled quietly and deeply. She held her breath again. She was not going to give Vivi the satisfaction of seeing any reactions. The scalpel warmed, nestled inside Akira. It certainly was not satisfying. It was not meant to be. Vivi pulled it out and pressed the sharp end into Akira’s cheekbone, forcing her to turn towards the window and watch, or sport a rather deep cut. Akira let the gash cry blood defiantly. Reluctantly she eventually turned.

Jared had fallen to his knees again. Distant grunts were occasionally loud enough to be heard. Akira clenched her eyes shut. Her jaw was set. She shook, frustrated and angry. Vivi placed the scalpel against Akira’s crinkled eyelids. “Open your eyes, or I won’t hesitate to take your sight forever. No Tariq to save you this time, he is busy… you see. Well, you don’t, but you should.” Akira opened her eyes and instantly found them squinting towards the blade in front of them. She shuddered again. Vivi took another puff and ran it higher up Akira’s thigh and let the scalpel’s handle bury itself once more. Akira did respond to fear... Among other things. The steel tool collected the evidence. She held the glistening handle in front of Akira. Jared had fallen to the ground.

“Can you tell me with certainty, what’s arousing you, Kira?” Another puff, another streak of the cigarette across her flesh. Much like Vivi’s climbing fingers, the cigarette certainly had a final destination. Just the idea made Akira want to throw up. They both noticed Ezekiel and his voice rang loud enough for them to know where Jared was headed, especially when he mentioned Alcyone.

Vivi was contemplating something. She set the scalpel aside and continued her puffing and streaking, erratically now. Akira’s inner thigh sported a mesh of ash. “You’re not going to get to remember this as some valiant sufferer, Kira. You do not get to play hero.” She threw her arms around Akira and whispered softly in her ear. “No, I’m going to ruin you. When they haul Jared in here, you best wish he isn’t conscious…” Vivi was cruel when she wanted to be. And she truly was a sniper. She really knew which shot to take, to make this truly hurt. Unfortunately for Akira, Vivi also had a lot of experience with women. Now that Aki’s arousal had betrayed her. All Vivi had to do, was push her over the edge. Almost with clinical precision, Vivi’s fingers pinched and pulled, teased and taunted… fluttered and fucked.

Akira tensed, she remained as still as a statue and hated the fact that not rolling her hips… took effort. As Vivi promised, when the men dragged Jared into the hospital wing, Akira was silently and unwillingly experiencing the throes of several small deaths. She absently recognized the bloody and bruised body that disappeared behind the partition. He was out cold. She did not like the flood of relief that washed over her, amidst other sensations. She collapsed against Vivi. Tears rolled down Aki’s cheek in thick rivulets. Vivi lapped at them and kissed Akira’s cheek. She pulled away and beamed up at Akira, as if nothing had happened and held the cigarette against the torn fabric till it charred.

She let it teeter there for a bit, but Akira did not respond with fear anymore, she did not respond at all. A bored, Vivi pressed the stub into the crease of Akira’s thigh. “I’d say we’re even now.” Aki drew a ragged breath, the burn of hatred, felt so much worse than the final stab of the cigarette. Hatred, towards Vivi, towards Ezekiel… towards the whole world. But mostly, towards herself.

A few BioHackers streamed in to work on the unconscious man. Her eyes darted towards the shadows they made on the screen between her bed and Jared’s. Ezekiel walked in soon after. “Alcy, I need everybody fixed up soon. Use whatever you need to use. Do whatever you need to do. I’ll send Nova to help.” Alcyone didn’t acknowledge Ezekiel words as they busied themselves with Jared. The ruby-eyed man knew his request was heard and that was enough. Actions were following his words. A cursory glance around the room allowed the blonde to spot the girls. “Vivi… Anna. Kira.” He acknowledged politely. Before turning on his heel to leave.

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daisyxbuckley · 5 years

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Madness Chapter 5

A/N: WOW Its been a bit since I updated this. I have been HEAVILY on my Mitch Rapp bullshit but I am getting the muse back for this. Going to post the rest of the chapters up tonight, then tomorrow you guys get book two! Also if you wanna be tagged in this story tell me!

Description: Calliope Kane never meant to get caught. But when she did she was sent to the ground to help The 100. Now that she’s here, will she survive?

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Calliope's eyes flew open as she felt herself being shaken awake. Looking around, she noticed Octavia's face with a small smile in front of her. "Cal you need to come see this." Octavia said running out of the tent.

Forgoing her pants and shoes in a hurry, Callie ran out of the tent and to the crowd that had gathered looking up at the sky. Most were in various states of undress as they were all woken up or were about to go to bed. Looking up at the night sky, the redhead saw what everyone was looking at. One single streak of light was flying down after entering the atmosphere. It was too small to be a drop ship, but it was big enough to have supplies.

"Octavia..you know what this means." Callie said smiling at the girl. "It means we need to go." The brunette said nodding back. Callie turned around to head back to her tent when she ran right into the bare chest of the last person she had wanted to see.

Steadying her arms, Bellamy looked down at Callie as she got her bearings and stared up at him. His jaw clenched when he noticed the bandage on her neck,a reminder of their ordeal that had happened hours earlier. He noticed that she was half dressed and moved to say something when he noticed her eye catch who had walked up behind him.

"Wow Bellamy, that's like what the fourth girl you've had this week? You should open a brothel." Callie said rolling her eyes and stepping back. Feeling Octavia come stand next to her, Callie crossed her arms and tried to keep a blank face.

"Everyone is ready. We should head out." She said with a determined look on her face. Bellamy shook his head as he started to go back to the tent. "No. We wait till dawn, it's too dangerous right now." Callie saw his sister move in front of him as she stopped him from heading back to his tent. "Bellamy it cleared the ridge. Anyone within a 40 mile radius saw that come down. We need to go."

"No, what we need to do is keep people alive. I said we wait till morning." He snapped back at her while he stalked off. Callie looked at Octavia and shook her head, knowing it was a lost cause. Heading back to her own tent, Callie noticed Belamy sneaking out of his tent before vanishing into the dark.

"Now what are you up to, Blake." She said quietly to herself as she headed back to her own tent. Grabbing her jeans, Callie threw them on and laced up her boots before grabbing her jacket and knives and heading out. Running into Octavia, Callie had to put her hands on the girls shoulders before she fell over.

The brunette looked Callie up and down and raised her eyebrows. "Where are you off to in a hurry Ms. Kane." Octavia said with a laugh. Looking towards the area of the words her brother vanished into Callie sighed. "Your brother left. I'm going after him." \

Callie looked at Octavia while she rubbed her eyes and groan before looking around. "God I knew he was going to pull some shit like this. I'm coming with you." Calliope shook her head and held her hand out. "No way. I need you here to make sure chaos doesn't come down on us all because of his bad choices. It will be quicker for me to catch up with him anyways." The redhead smiled down at the girl before stepping back.

"I'll bring him back. Can't promise it will be in one piece, but I'll bring him back." She said laughing as she headed off into the woods.

Bellamy was stomping through the underbrush, trying to push the thoughts of what he was going to find from his mind. He knew as soon as that ship came down that he needed to get to it before anyone else, but he also saw the look on Callie's face when he said they wouldn't go till morning. She knew it was a lie, yet did nothing to stop him.

He knew this was stupid. He should just turn around and go back to camp, what was he going to do, kill whoever was in the pod and take the radio? Bellamy shook his head while walking trying to avoid the tree branches that were hanging down. He could barely shoot Jaha let alone another person.Finally coming across the pod that had landed he ran over and opened the door. Realizing that someone was in it, Bellamy thanked whatever god was out there that they were knocked out. Cutting the wires from the radio, he chucked the device into the water and started heading back to camp.

Callie had caught up to Bellamy about two hours after leaving camp. Once she caught sight of him she stayed back a little bit because she didn't want him seeing her, though he seemed like he was in a world of his own. Realize this was the only time she was going to get to talk to him, Callie stepped out.

"Bellamy." She yelled watching him tense up and turn around. A look of worry flashed across his face as he saw her come closer and Callie wondered what the hell was going on. "What the fuck are you doing? You tell us to wait till morning then you decide to take a nightly stroll in the woods." Callie said crossing her arms at him. "You know how dangerous it is out here yet you didn't think to ask for some help?"

"Go back to camp Cal. It's not safe." Bellamy said before turning around and walking in the other direction. Callie had to stifle a laugh as she grabbed him arm making him look at her.

"You can NOT be serious right now. You lie to all of us about waiting till dawn and then you go off on your own and now you have the nerve to tell me it's not safe?" The redhead said with a shocked look on her face. "You have been lying to all of us and its time that you finally started telling the truth."

Bellamy groaned rubbing his hands over face before letting out a yell. "God Calliope why are you so fucking annoying?" He yelled at her. "You seriously can't leave things alone can you. What I'm doing is none of your damn business how about that." Bellamy said stepping closer to her.

Callie crossed her arms and shook her head. "Well it's kind of hard to mind my own business when you keep lying to me and to everyone else at camp." Callie ran a hand through her hair before her hands rested on her hips. "What did you do that you're so terrified of whatever is in that pod."

"I shot Jaha."

Bellamy spoke so low that Callie almost didn't hear him. "Excuse me? Did you just say you shot Jaha?" She said her eyes going wide. That can't be true. She had JUST talked to him before she was loaded into the drop ship. "Wait..is he dead.." She whispered to him trying to spook him. Shaking his head, Bellamy closed his eyes.

"I don't know. I just shot him and ran..it was the only way I could get on the drop ship Callie. I had to protect my sister. I couldn't let her come down here alone." He said pleading to her. Bellamy knew she knew how much he cared for his sister.

Callie's hands went to her head as she tried to steady her breathing and backed up against a tree. She honestly had no clue what she should say to his admission as she never thought that he would do something like this. She couldn't get any words out though because at that moment a familiar blonde head crashed through the bushes.

Stomping over to Bellamy, Clarke pushed him as hard as she could with a look of rage on her face. "Where is it." Bellamy gave the girl a smirk as he caught his bearings.

"Hey princess, taking a walk in the woods?"

"They are getting ready to kill 300 people up there." Clarke said her voice raising. "Your people. We need the radio to stop them."

Bellamy shook his head, the grin falling from his face. "I don't know what you're talking about." Clarke let out a scream of frustration before turning back to him. "Bellamy they are going to kill them if we don't let them know that we are down here."

"Wait Bellamy. Like Bellamy Blake?" Callie had looked away from the scene that was unfolding till she heard an unfamiliar voice. Looking back over, she noticed a short girl with long dark hair clinging to Finn. "They are looking everywhere for you." The girl said with a smirk.

"Wait why?" Clarke asked turning back to Bellamy, finally noticing Callie standing behind him. "He shot Chancellor Jaha." The black haired girl said shrugging. She caught Callie's eye for a second before turning back to Finn.

"So that's why you took the wristbands. All that whatever the hell we want shit was just so you could save your sorry ass." Finn said. Bellamy muttered something as he started walking away. Callie sighed and turned to follow him when the brunette girl streaked past her.

"Hey shooter, where's my radio." The girl yelled as Finn tried to get her attention. "Raven wait."

"Get out of my way." Bellamy muttered as he tried to go past her. Raven stood her ground though and kept going. She was stubborn, Callie had to give her that. "I should've killed you when I had the chance." He said stepping close to her.

Callie was about to speak up and say something when Raven yelled first. "Well I'm right here. Why don't you finish the job." Before anyone could react, Bellamy had Raven shoved up against tree and she had her knife pointing at him.

"You guys enough!" Callie yelled coming forward. Walking over to where Raven and Bellamy were, Callie sighed. "Bell, let her go. Now." Bellamy sighed finally letting the girl go and turning to the group.

"Jaha deserved to die. You all know that." Bellamy said. Callie could see a pleading look in his eye and felt sorry for him.

"Look, he's not my favorite person but he isn't dead." Raven said to Bellamy's shocked face. "You're a lousy shot." She said shrugging her shoulders.

Callie stepped forward and placed a hand on Bellamy's arm. "Don't you see what this means..you're not a murderer. You did what you needed to do to protect Octavia. Any of us in your position would of. But you have to tell us where the radio is so we can help."

Bellamy faced Callie and wanted so bad to just believe her, trust those beautiful green eyes and know that everything was going to be okay. But he knew it wouldn't "It's too late." He said slowly pointing towards the river.

The group looked for over an hour before Finn yelled that he found the radio. Pulling it out of the water, Clakre hurried over to Raven as she sat down and tried to see if it could work. "Do you think we can use it?" The blonde asked as Raven chewed on her lip.

"Probably but it's going to take at least a few days to dry the parts out." Raven said "Dammit." Came out of her mouth as she tried to figure out what to do next.

"300 people are going to die because of you. Are you happy now?!" Clarke yelled at Bellamy. Callie laid her hand on his arm to try and keep him calm. Before anyone could respond Raven spoke up.

"Wait, they just need to see that we are down here right?" Clarke nodded not knowing where she was going with this.

"I have an idea." Raven said smiling.

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"We have to get these flares ready to go and launched in the next few minutes or we are going to be too late." Callie said to Clarke as they watched the kids get everything loaded up to go. The bonfire they built was going high and the homemade rocket launchers were almost ready to go. Callie had to hand it to Raven, she was a smart girl. She just prayed this would work.

Standing by as the delinquents lit the flares off, Callie couldn't help but admire how pretty it looked. Feeling someone come up beside her she didn't look over. "Do you think they can see it from up there? " Bellamy asked

"I hope so..do you think you can wish on this kind of shooting start." Callie asked laughing a bit looking at Bellamy.

"I wouldn't even know what to wish for." He said throwing a smirk towards her. "What about you?" Callie just shook her head and looked back up at the sky. Her wish didn't matter anymore.

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Callie was tossing back and forth when she heard her tent flap open. Looking towards the opening she saw Bellamy with tired eyes coming in. He looked surprised that she was looking back at him. "You're awake."

Sitting up, the girl brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "Well yeah, trying to sleep when you're worried about 300 people who might die is kind of hard to do." Callie said quietly. Bellamy seemed like he was going to say something else before clearing his throat.

"Have you seen Octavia? I haven't seen her since we got back to camp." Callie's eyes showed some panic when he said the girl was missing. Getting out of bed, she quickly grabbed her pants and shoes and threw them on.

"Come on. I'll help you look for her." The redhead said putting her jacket on and moving her hair out from inside it. Bellamy looked a little shocked that she was so willing to help him. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for Octavia, so don't get any ideas." She said walking out of the tent.

When they searched the whole camp, Bellamy and Callie had to face the fact that the brunette girl wasn't there anymore. Gathering around the kids that were up, Bellamy faced everyone. "Listen up! My sister has been out there alone for 12 hours. Everyone arm up..we aren't coming back without her." Callie looked over and saw Clarke had come up beside her. Going over to the pile, Callie grabbed the axe and made sure her knives were with her. Feeling Bellamy come up beside her, Callie looked up and him and became confused at the look on his face.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked her as he put a hand on the axe she had. "I"m getting ready to go with you. Duh." She said with a small smile

Bellamy shook his head making her put the axe down. "No. Out of the question. I don't need you out there for me to worry about too." He said staring at her. Callie stood up straight and looked at him. Cocking her head to the side she stepped a little closer to him.

"Well, well, well. Is the great Bellamy Blake actually worried about me?" She asked quietly. "Better be careful Blake, people might think you have a heart." Callie stepped so close to him that her lips brushed ear. Beallmy tensed up as he felt the pressure from her hand on his arm and all of a sudden he wanted nothing more than to take her behind the drop ship and press her close to him. But he had a job to do, and he didn't want to have to worry about both Callie and Octavia.

"You're not coming with Calliope. That's final." Bellamy said harshly as Callie looked at him with a shocked look on her face.

"You should know by now that I don't take orders from anyone. Least of all you." She said backing up. Picking up the axe she started walking towards the party that was leaving. "You coming?" Bellamy sighed and grabbed his bag as they headed out. This girl was going to give him a heart attack one day.

Callie was heading out to the gate when she noticed everyone looking up at the sky in awe. Turning, her heart dropped as she saw hundreds of shooting stars streak across the blackness. "It didn't work..." She said softly as her eyes filled up with tears. Bellamy looked over at her and raised a brow at her words "A meteor shower tells you that?"

Shaking her head, Callie looked at him with a tear sliding down her face. "That's not a meteor shower. It's a funeral..hundreds of bodies being returned to the earth." She looked back up at the sky and watched it more. "This is what it looks like from the other side." Callie saw Raven march up to Bellamy shoving him as hard as she could, and he let her.

"This is all YOUR fault. If you hadn't trashed my radio they would of still been alive." Raven said yelling. She was pissed and Callie couldn't blame her. "This is your fault." The girl looked like she had been about ready to punch him when Clarke came up to her and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Raven, that's enough. He knows what he did...so he needs to live with it. But right now we NEED to get that radio working before they sacrifice anyone else. Can you do that?" Clarke was trying to distract the girl, but Raven's eyes still held hatred for Bellamy. "Raven. Can you do it?" Clarke said again her voice raising. Raven nodded as she went off towards the dropship. Callie watched her leave and knew how upset she was. The girl was upset too, but she knew that they had a job to do. Looking towards Bellamy she shook her head slightly and started heading towards the gate.

They had been walking for about 45 minutes before Callie got separated from the rest of the group. She had thought she heard something and stopped to check it out and when she looked back, everyone was gone. "Fan-fucking-tastic." She hissed to herself. This was the last thing she needed since she knew Bellamy would never let her live it down. Before she could get her bearings, Callie heard screaming and yelling. Knowing it was the group she was with, the girl started to head towards it when she was grabbed from behind.

The hand around her waist was firm and Callie found herself not able to move as another hand went around her mouth. Trying to fight against it, she found it was useless as she was drug even further away from her friends.

They had walked for about 20 minutes before Callie noticed he was leading them to a door that was hidden by the forest. When they entered, the Grounder finally set her down Callie was looking at the inside of what looked like an underground cave. Hearing a gasp and someone crashed into her, the redhead finally realized who it was.

"Octavia. What are you doing here? We have been looking everywhere for you." Callie said wrapping her arms around the younger girl. Pulling her back, Callie checked her over quickly to make sure she was in one piece and finally looked around and saw their captor. He was a tall, burley dark skinned man who watched the two girls from the corner not saying anything. The redhead quickly shoved Octavia behind her. She noticed that her weapons were left in the woods, but she didn't need them. At least she hoped she didn.t

"Callie...Cal wait. He doesn't want to hurt us." Octavia said quietly looking out from behind her. The girl looked down at the brunette with confused eyes. "Think about it...I wasn't chained up. Nor were you. He helped us." Octavia said stepping out from behind Callie and walking slowly over to the man. "Right...you don't want to hurt us?"

Callie looked around a bit and tried to come up with a game plan. "We can't stay here Octavia. We have to get back to camp.." The man shook his head trying to get her attention. Callie looked at him and watched Octavia with him. "I don't think it's safe right now Callie." She said slowly. "Right? It's not safe." The man nodded once before standing up. Heading to the door Callie saw what he was doing.

"Fine..go make sure its safe and we will wait here." Callie said slowly. Watching him go back up and out the hatch, she made her way back to Octavia. "Girl you have GOT to stop giving us heart attacks like this." She said laughing slightly. Octavia grinned and hugged the girl back hard. It was good to see someone that she knew. "Well what else am I good for?" the brunette said laughing.

Calliope slid down the side of the wall and brought her knees up to her chest. "I don't think he will be back anytime soon so we might as well get some sleep." She said patting the floor beside her. Octavia went and sat down next to her as Callie wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. Though Callie drifted in and out of sleep, she never actually fell asleep. She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard someone at the entrance of the cave.

Looking up, Callie noticed it was the man that had returned and she sighed, hoping that this meant they could go back to the camp. Before she could say anything though, someone had come up behind him and knocked him out cold.

"Bellamy." The redhead said looking at him. The brown haired boy looked a bit shocked to see her there, but his face turned to relief when he noticed that both she and his sister were okay. "How did you find us?" Callie asked him.

"Followed him." Bellamy said looking at the man that was unconscious on the ground. Octavia stood up as she walked over to her brother. "We should go before he gets up." She said as he pulled her into a hug. Letting her go, Bellamy shook his head.

"He's not going to wake up." He said going over to him. Callie knew what he was going to do and she started to cry out when Octavia got their first. "No Bellamy stop. He helped us, if he wanted to kill us he would of done it already." She said trying to stop him.

Callie walked over to the unconscious man while the siblings argued and noticed Finn over there as well. "I'm glad to see you're alive Callie. Bellamy about lost his mind looking for you." He said grinning over at her. Rolling her eyes, Callie leaned down with him to check him out. Before she could respond to him though, Callie saw the Grounders hand twitch and knew he was awake. Before she could warn Finn, the man was up and had his knife out. Finn pushed her out of the way as the knife was lodged into his chest.

"Oh my god! Finn." Callie said running over to the boy that had fallen. Hearing the commotion but focusing on Finn, Callie grabbed Jaspers hand as he reached towards the knife. "NO! We need to leave it in otherwise he could bleed out." Looking over and noticing that the Grounder was knocked back out, she locked eyes with Bellamy. "We need to get him back to Clarke NOW."

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Getting back to camp, Callie directed Jasper and Bellamy to take Finn towards the drop ship. Running in after them, Clarke was running around and Raven had tears in her eyes. "Callie wouldn't let me take the knife out." Jasper said looked at the redhead. Clarke nodded looking at Callie and they exchanged a look.

"No that was good." The blonde said looking down to assess the wound muttering to herself. Callie ran over to Raven and wrapped her arms around her. When Clarke looked up with wide eyes. "Raven, I need to talk to my mom." She said ordering some people to get supplies for her.

Raven shook her head with fear in her eyes. "There's still no radio." She said looking around the group. Callie put her hands on Raven's shoulders and made her face her. "Raven, if we want Finn to survive then you NEED to get that radio working. If anyone can do it you can." Raven had a look flash across her face before she shut it down and nodded. "Jasper, Monty come help me." She said running over to where the radio was. "Clarke, Callie make sure he stays alive."

Callie nodded heading over to Clarke before seeing Bellamy and a few other guys bringing the grounder in. The girl locked eyes with him and Bellamy shook his head before leading the grounder up to the second floor, effectively locking Octavia out. Seeing the girls face, Callie looked at Clarke to see if she could step away. The blonde nodded as Callie walked over Octavia.

As she reached her, Bellamy came back down the ladder and started heading out the door, but not before his sister was on him.

"You need to let him go. He's done nothing wrong! I don't think he was trying to hurt me. He saved me Bellamy, he saved Callie too. You're just too stubborn to see that." She said trying to get him to face her. Callie followed them outside and noticed that the rain had started falling down like a waterfall.

"That's the problem O. You DON'T think. They killed three of our people today, and if you didn't stop me from killing him then Finn wouldn't be in there dying right now." Bellamy yelled. Callie saw the look on his face and knew nothing good would come from him being this angry.

Octavia looked enraged. "STOP blaming me for YOUR mistakes. I wanted to leave, if we had then Finn wouldn't be in there dying. Everything that has gone wrong is because of you." The brunette started walking towards her brother stabbing his chest with her finger. "YOU got me locked up. YOU wanted me to go to that stupid dance and YOU got mom floated." Callie had stepped forward to pull Octavia back but the girl fell from her grasp.

"No. Mom was floated because YOU were born. She chose that. I didn't have a choice." Bellamy said lowly. "My life ended the day you were born." Callie saw the girls body go rigid when he had said that. Locking eyes with him, Octavia spun on her heel and started to walk away when Bellamy grabbed her. "Where do you think you're going?" He said as he drug her back towards the drop ship. Octavia screamed at him the entire way trying to fight him. Callie turned back towards the fence for the camp and sighed. So much was going on and she didn't have time to figure it out before Bellamy grabbed her arm and turned her around.

"Get inside the drop ship. A storm is coming."

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snoozydnp · 6 years

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drunk words are sober thoughts

Summary: The opportunity of a life time comes in the form of Phil Lester actually showing up at a party, all tattoos and bright blue eyes. Dan's been crushing on him for far too long, so getting the chance to play Never Have I Ever with his crush? Yeah, he can't pass that one up. What could go wrong?

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 6653

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Author’s note: akjshdkjf this is my first real fic and I’m so excited to share it with you all. I wanna say a special thank you to @auroraphilealis for betaing and guiding me through this. You are so amazing and lovely and helpful. Thanks for helping me create something to be proud of. I hope everyone likes it.

Dan was, surprisingly, feeling pretty good. Despite his fun loud exterior, he actually didn't enjoy social events that much, but he’d had a red solo cup pressed into his hands early on, and hey, if he was gonna be at this dumb high school party he might as well do it right. Dan was already flushed and sloshing his drink a little and his curls were in disarray, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

He’d all but forgotten why he’d even decided to come in the first place. He wasn't drunk, per say, but he had a happy buzz about his brain, and he was giggling in a circle with some other partygoers drunkenly attempting truth or dare, and he was actually having fun.

People hadn’t always been, well, the nicest to him, but here everyone seemed to be getting along. No one had so much as mentioned the fact that Dan was wearing pink, so that was a win in his book. He was laughing along with everyone, not really paying attention, and sipping his drink, feeling overall content. He was glad he’d decided to come after all, regardless of the reason why.

As Dan was laughing at a stupid dare someone had done, feeling happy and warm and buzzed, it happened: he walked in.

Speak of the devil.

The very reason Dan had come here, he remembered now. How could he not? Dan watched Phil Lester settle into an empty corner of the room in awe.

Phil leaned against the wall nonchalantly in his signature leather jacket, looking cold and ethereal and so attractive with his perfectly messy blue-streaked quiff and ripped black jeans. The party lights were glinting off of his piercings and casting shadows off his cheekbones, and Dan could hardly breathe. Dan couldn’t believe he was here. Phil never came to parties.

Dan had had a secret crush on Phil for so long, ever since he'd started secondary school. He'd even gone to a few parties at the beginning of secondary school hoping to find Phil there, but Phil had never showed. Dan had long since come to terms with the fact that he’d probably never had a chance anyway, so he’d never tried to search out Phil in any way again.

Until now.

Dan knew it was silly and childish, but he’d heard Phil Lester was actually going to be at this party, so here Dan was. It really took him back to his early years, when he’d pined for ages hoping somehow they’d bump into each other and Phil would finally notice him for the first time, like a stupid romcom. He’d been telling himself he was over it, over Phil - he’d even dated around - but suddenly the talk of the school was Phil Lester going to a party, and he just hadn’t been able to help himself. This was the exact scenario he’d been dreaming of, wasn’t it? Dan hardly felt he had any choice but to go, regardless of the fact it wouldn’t change that Phil was way out of his league.

Phil was older and gorgeous and clearly hardcore. He was sure to have cool punk girlfriend who was just as hot and intimidating as Phil, someone he could get tattoos and piercings with, someone fearless and kickass. There was no way Phil would choose Dan over someone like that.

Soft Dan with his pastel-esque aesthetic didn’t stand a chance. He knew that. It didn't stop him from wishing, though, or fantasizing that somehow Phil would notice him, that he’d win Phil over with clever remarks and humor, or just that Phil could possibly be interested in such a soft pastel person like Dan at all.

Besides, Dan didn’t even know if Phil was into guys. He didn’t know if Phil was into girls, either, but society's default seemed to be straight so that was all he could really work with unless Phil showed him otherwise.

Dan’s tipsy mind caught up to reality moments too slow, and before he even had the sense to snap his mouth closed at least, Phil Lester’s piercing blue eyes caught his over the rim of his cup. Dan felt his face flush bright pink, but he couldn’t look away. Phil’s gaze had him pinned. Fuck, this was happening. Phil quirked a perfectly arched, pierced eyebrow at him and held his gaze as he took a drink. A shiver ran up Dan’s spine as he watched Phil’s adam’s apple bob up and down. Fuck, Phil was gorgeous. Dan was so absolutely fucked. He would’ve done anything to be in between that wall and Phil Lester right then.

Maybe tonight was Dan's chance to try, though. He was young and stupid and tipsy, what could go wrong? He'd never know if he didn't make an attempt. "Dan? Earth to Dan, hello," came a giggle from his left, a blonde boy Dan couldn’t quite remember the name of, interrupting his internal peptalk. Dan blushed at being caught. He reached to fix his hair, suddenly finding it in himself to care about the way his curls were laying. "Hm?" was all he could manage, slowly dragging his gaze away from the piercing blue one. More giggles erupted.

“We’re playing a new game, are you in or not?”

Dan just nodded, looking around a bit. The circle had expanded a bit, and they were taking this game a little more seriously it seemed. Fresh drinks were being passed out as people settled into position. "Did someone want to invite Lester over here? We're gonna play never have I ever, which is so fun by the way," a girl with smeared lipstick, Katie maybe, asked the group.

Suddenly, Dan became acutely aware of many pairs of expectant eyes on him. So maybe they’d noticed that little moment, he thought sarcastically. Some people were openly gawking at Phil like he had three heads. Dan hoped he didn’t look like that when he looked at Phil.

"I can't believe he's here," came a hushed voice right next to him, the person excitedly slapping Dan’s arm and staring in awe at Phil. Dan cringed internally. He could feel Phil looking at him, could see his lips quirking up the tiniest bit in amusement. He hoped whoever this embarrassing person next to him was knew that Phil was looking at him, not them.

Dan shrugged them off, trying to seem nonchalant like those hadn’t been his exact thoughts just moments ago, though.

“Yeah, I will,” he said to the group after no one made any move to actually invite Phil over.

Fine, Dan thought, more opportunity for me. So Dan turned back to Phil, who was still watching him with a kind of detached amusement. Dan, feeling particularly brave, fueled by hope and cheap alcohol, caught Phil’s eye directly and crooked his finger in a “come here” motion.

Phil narrowed his eyes, and for a second, Dan thought Phil was actually going to ignore him, but after a moment of hesitation he made his way over. He lingered at the edge of the circle to Dan's right and watched Dan with an unreadable expression.

If Dan hadn't been drunk, he probably would've been afraid of the look Phil was giving him. But he was drunk, and all he could think about was how hot Phil was, looking all intimidating.

Phil shifted around closer so he hovered just behind Dan, and Dan didn’t know it was possible to be so aware of someone else without even touching them.

“Why did you call me over here?” he murmured, lips just behind Dan’s ear. Dan couldn’t fight the shiver that ran up his spine once again. Phil’s mouth was right there. Even sober Dan’s mind would have short circuited.

“We-we’re playing never have I ever? And I-- Everyone wanted to know if you wanted to play too?” Dan’s face was absolutely burning, and everything was coming out like a question, but fuck he was really talking to Phil Lester. Phil leaned back, and Dan peered at him over his shoulder, feeling the loss without them ever having physically touched. Phil looked taken aback, and very skeptical about all of it.

His eyes were narrowed as he stared at Dan.

“Why?” Phil’s voice was so low, Dan shivered at the deepness of it, at the way something deeper and darker ran through it that he couldn’t quite read.

Everyone in the circle was looking at them now. It was as quiet as a drunken party could possibly be. Phil looked even more uncomfortable, and he had his eyebrows raised at Dan expectantly.

Why? Dan couldn’t think of a response to that. Dan could only stare, as his drunk brain tried to understand why Phil was so serious about this. A nervous laugh escaped his lips and he could only shrug. Because he’s Phil Lester? He’s hot as fuck? Anyone would die to get to know a little bit about him?

Dan’s skin prickled at the close proximity to Phil. This first encounter wasn’t going how he had dreamt. He was sure he looked like a tomato, and he couldn’t think of anything clever or memorable to say. Fuck, he needed more vodka.

Phil pressed his lips together at Dan’s laugh, and didn’t wait for anything more. His expression was still drawn in suspicious confusion, but he accepted the hesitant offering of a cup anyway. Suddenly, everyone was giddy to begin, to see if Phil was actually going to play along with them, and what he’d say.

Phil settled into a gap around the other side of the circle.Dan couldn’t help feeling disappointed. Oh well, he thought, at least he had an amazing view.

"Never have I ever… had sex in a public restroom!" someone started after the whispers about Phil had died out. Giggles echoed throughout the circle as quite a few people took a shot. Dan watched Phil closely, but Phil just sat there looking mildly amused.

Dan was pleased at that, as he didn’t take a drink either. He liked to think he had some morals left. Although he had fantasized about Phil pulling him into the school enough times to know that wasn’t the case. Phil’s eyes flickered to the side, briefly catching Dan’s before he frowned slightly and looked at the floor again. "Never have I ever given a blowjob," some guy wearing a letterman jacket said next, beginning the game in a clockwise direction.

Dan snorted at that. Of course you haven’t you dumb straightie. Dan, on the other hand, had given plenty, and even if he hadn’t he’d spent enough time daydreaming about getting Phil’s dick in his mouth to feel like it would count anyway.

Dan’s eyes found their way to Phil then. God, he knew Phil had to be packing in those gorgeous tight black jeans. Dan’s eyes traveled up the long, tense expanse of Phil’s body, up his gorgeous pale throat, which was stretched back as Phil took a shot.

Holy shit, Phil Lester just took a shot.

Phil glanced around almost nervously, eyes catching Dan’s again when Dan let out a disbelieving laugh.

Phil might actually like boys, and that changed everything. Dan had to step it up now, now that he knew he maybe actually had a sliver of a real chance. He could feel his chest light up with hope in spite of himself. All those fantasies and daydreams could happen. The lust filled ones of Phil absolutely railing him, sure, but also the ones about holding hands, and soft kisses and cute dinner dates, and cuddles. It could all become a reality. All he had to do was go for it, hardly had a choice now, really. This opportunity had fallen into his lap: Dan had decided to come to this party, to play this game, to invite Phil to join in once he’d shown up. Dan was never one to believe in fate or anything, but he was hopeless romantic, and this seemed like it was just meant to happen.

The rest of the group was murmuring, just as surprised as Dan apparently, but no one said dared to say anything to Phil for real -not even letterman jacket dude who looked affronted. Phil just looked uncomfortably down at his cup as he swished his raspberry vodka around.

He only looked up at Dan again after a few moments, having felt the direct stare. Everyone else was just glancing and then looking away quickly, but Dan… Dan couldn’t look away if he wanted to and it had clearly attracted Phil’s attention

This time, Dan looked into those pretty blue eyes and winked, dramatically and flirtily as he brought the cup up to his lips, willing himself not to make a face at the stinging taste of alcohol as he swallowed it down. Whoever got a blowjob from Phil was a lucky man, was all he could think, focusing on Phil’s lips, Dan could feel Phil’s gaze on him but he couldn’t look away from those pink lips that were popped open the slightest bit.

The game moved on. The girl next to letterman jacket went for an even more sexual never have I ever, and the whole house seemed to grow distracted from Phil’s admittance to giving a blowjob the drunker they got. People were admitting to much dirtier things. Dan was kind of glad for that, though his own gaze hardly left Phil. He watched as Phil only took one or two more drinks as sillier and weirder questions came up. Dan took quite a few in comparison, becoming increasingly surprised at how much more experienced he was than Phil. Or maybe Phil was just trying to stay mysterious, maybe he just didn’t want a repeat of the all the staring. Dan couldn’t blame him there. The more alcohol people consumed, the stranger they seemed to get, the less intimidated by Phil they got, and the more Phil seemed to withdraw into himself. Dan didn’t like that one bit. "Never have I ever… kissed someone with a tongue piercing,” someone said, and the entire room stopped to turn and stare at Phil. Dan’s eyes scanned the room, narrowing as he realized everyone was looking at Phil again. Dan’s gaze darted to Phil’s face instantly. He watched as Phil seemed to shy away from the group, eyes narrowed, and biting his lip like he didn’t want to admit to the fact that he had a piercing. Dan’s drunk brain was a little slow, but it dawned on him then.

Fuck, Phil had a tongue piercing. Dan had never kissed someone with a tongue piercing, he’d hardly even thought about it, but now he’d like to, especially if it meant getting to kiss Phil Lester. Dan wondered what that would feel like, having that little piece of metal glide against his tongue... against other places... "Phil, you have a tongue piercing right?" someone else shouted from the middle of the circle, before Dan could say anything. Dan’s eyes snapped to them, and then back to Phil, who was looking increasingly uncomfortable.

Phil noticeably moved his tongue in his mouth before giving one hesitant, skeptical nod. Did he think people were judging him? Was that why he looked so unsure and uncomfortable?

Before Dan could stop himself, drunk mind beginning to think this was a good idea, he blurted out, "Hmmm, you know Phil, I really feel like I wanna take another shot, you want to help me out with that?"

“C’mon Lester, kiss him! Give him some tongue action!” A girl yelled out, sloshing her drink everywhere as she laughed. Dan smirked at Phil, trying to catch his eye while the people around them laughed and teased while whistling or making obscene sounds before taking their shot or not.

Phil didn’t look up though. He just stared at the floor right in front of Dan, avoiding his gaze for one reason or another. Dan wasn’t sure why. He just wanted Phil to know people weren’t judging, people liked it. Dan certainly did, at least.

Phil seemed like the type to who'd say to fuck off if something was wrong, though, so Dan figured it must be alright. Figured that must just be how Phil was. Still, a small part of his brain - the part that wasn’t already drunk - was still voicing concerns. Was Phil just not into him? Did he not actually like guys after all? Or was he just embarrassed to be flirted with so openly? Dan couldn’t imagine Phil as embarrassed, though. As far as Dan knew, Phil had just never really been open about his sexual exploits. Dan had paid very close attention to any and all gossip about Phil, but there had never been a word about that, not even close. Dan was beginning to realize just how little everyone, including himself, actually knew about Phil. No one really knew when or if he had hooked up with anyone, and they only knew now because Phil had just admitted to giving a guy a blow job.

Pushing the thoughts away for now, Dan turned his focus back onto the game. He had a tendency to overanalyze, he knew that. And besides there were only a couple turns left until his, and he had to think of something good. Something that might finally get Phil’s attention. It was getting closer, but Dan couldn’t focus on the questions. He was too busy trying to think, and he kept getting distracted by the bits of ink flowing out from under Phil’s clothes. The tattoos. "Never have I ever fucked someone with tattoos," he blurted out the minute it was his turn. He watched as Phil brought a hand up to his neck where some of his tattoos peaked out from under his jacket. Dan licked his lips. "Though I'd really love to." He added. His voice was a little wistful, a little more uneven than he would have liked. God, he really would love to just see Phil’s tattoo’s, to trail his fingers over every line, to hear the story behind each one, press his lips to them. Dan was suddenly snapped out of his daydream as loud kissy noises erupted from around him, all dissolving into laughter after only a couple moments.

“Gee, Lester, maybe you and Dan should get a room!” someone called, the words punctuated by a whistle from somewhere else. These people must be so far gone if they’re actually teasing Phil Lester right now.

“There’s probably an open room upstairs. You could fix Dan’s little problem right up, couldn’t you Lester?” Dan was giggling along, just a little. He could hardly bring himself to look at Phil, almost too embarrassed about secretly hoping Phil would pull Dan up those stairs and have his way with him.

Phil didn’t look up at any of their crude comments though. He just frowned into his drink with his hand still at his neck. Dan felt a little put out at that, Phil didn’t look up to even laugh at the group’s antics with Dan. Phil didn’t even look up at the people yelling to him, though. "Never have I ever…. Uhm.. Called someone daddy, like, sexually," the girl next to him giggled, after everyone settled down a little. She even had the audacity to be eyeing Phil a little. Oh, hell no, was all Dan could think. This bitch was not about to swoop in and steal this from him. He watched her bat her eyelashes at Phil, and couldn’t help but to scoff. As if. If anyone was gonna get with Phil Lester tonight, it was Dan. He had to win Phil’s attention back and make it very clear that he was staking his iclaim. "I haven't, but I can see someone I'd like to call that very much," Dan commented loudly, very obviously trailing his eyes up and down Phil’s dark figure. He sat back with and a smug smile settled on his lips, happy to have broken this girl’s eye-fucking moment.

The people around them laughed some more, because they're all very drunk and silly at this point, but Phil's head snapped up and he looked right at Dan. Finally, Dan had gotten his attention. He was in the middle of internally cheering when he registered the look on Phil’s face. Phil had his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared - not exactly the response Dan had been hoping for, but maybe Phil was into it and embarrassed? Dan decided to lay off him for the next couple questions, very conflicted and confused at his reactions. Phil probably wasn’t used to getting teased like that, that’s all, Dan reasoned with himself, nobody has ever talked to Phil like that before, probably. He wasn’t listening to his mind’s other suggestions, he couldn’t. He wanted to see this through, wanted to try. He just hoped Phil was into it, that he wasn’t mad. "I guess I haven't really done much--" Phil started nervously. Hs deep voice brought Dan out of his thoughts.

Dan held back a groan at the words, the sound of Phil’s voice. God how he wished for that sexy, gravelly voice to be in his ear again. He could listen to that voice for hours. And he couldn’t wait for whatever Phil was going to say, to learn even just a little more about him. Before Phil could actually say anything, however, Dan found himself speaking up.

"I could help you with that." Dan interjected cheekily, and people laughed. They would’ve laughed at anything he said, though. He was getting sloppier as well, flirty comments spilling from his mouth without thought anymore. Phil's jaw just clenched and he looked off to the side. "--but never have I ever kissed a boy."

Almost every person in the circle took a shot. Dan was surprised. Maybe Phil was straight after all? Unfortunately, Dan didn’t seem to have much control over his mouth at this point, because he spoke again before he could stop himself. "Really? I could definitely help you with that," Dan giggled, and he couldn't find it in himself to regret saying it. How had Phil given a blowjob, but never kissed a boy?

When he looked up flirtily at Phil from under his eyelashes, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the death stare he got. Phil looked angry, intensely so. His perfect eyebrows scrunched together, jaw set tightly. Dan blinked dumbly, distantly thinking that Phil looked really hot behind the fact that he looked very intimidating and like he could punch Dan at any moment.

Dan was about ready to bolt when Phil pressed his lips together and shook his head softly, standing up to leave. Dan would have been relieved if he hadn't caught the look on Phil's face when he turned.

He looked… hurt. His face had fallen into something almost defeated. So as Dan watched Phil's leather clad back make its way to the door, he found himself stumbling up after him.

The room was wobbly and there were people everywhere. Suddenly Dan was feeling much too drunk and claustrophobic to be inside, but most importantly he wanted to find Phil, so he made his way outside, the way he saw Phil go. He'd never seen such a vulnerable look on Phil's face. He wanted to both see it and make sure it never made an appearance again.

When Dan finally burst out the front door, after accidentally knocking into a girl and spilling her beer all over her and little on himself, he's struck motionless at the beauty and the stillness of it all out here. Inside was a sweaty, drunken, messy place, and nothing felt real or like it might have consequences, but in this quiet night air he knew that there were, and he had to face them now.

It was a beautiful crisp night. There were small groups scattered around, cigarette smoke curling into the cloudless sky. Dan was sobering up slightly as the cold air hit his lungs and ruffled his hair. Quiet laughter echoed up into the night like the smoke as he stepped off the porch carefully and peered around. Maybe it was weird that Dan was following him out here, Dan didn’t know Phil, but he knew he had to apologize at least. Or get punched. Or something.

Dan hoped there was another reason, that Phil wasn't somehow homophobic or something. That the blow job thing wasn’t some joke. Or maybe that would be better than if he just plain wasn't into Dan. Maybe Dan could play it off as a joke, but as he crossed his arms over his sheer long-sleeve pink crop top, he knew that wouldn't be super convincing. Finally, he spotted Phil. He was sat under a yellow streetlight on his matte black motorcycle, facing away from the house. It looked like he was playing with something in his hands, his helmet maybe, and suddenly Dan knew he wasn't just angry - there was more to it. The haunting picture of Phil sat there, a hunched figure sat on a sleek bike in the dim yellow light, burned itself into Dan's mind. And then, Dan found himself walking towards Phil, still a little bit drunk. Good, he thought. He needed the courage. Dan's feet paused at the edge of the circle of yellow light, however. His breath clouded like smoke and twirled into the air in front of him. What now? What could he even say? So much for liquid courage, he thought bitterly.

Phil was speaking before he could even open his mouth. "What do you want, Dan? To make fun of me some more? No point, your little friends aren't here." Phil's voice was hard, bitter almost, but it didn't match his defeated posture. Dan frowned, struck speechless yet again. Phil thought he was making fun of him? Why in the world would he think that? He had to know how stunning he was, right? "Phil…" Before he could even think of a real response beyond that, Phil stood up and faced him suddenly. "You feel so cool and accepted when all those people laugh at your jokes, right? Like you really needed to be cruel to get some cheap laughs? That'll be your ticket to popularity," Phil's tone was mocking. He stepped closer and closer to Dan as he spoke. "It is kinda funny, I'll give you that. That this soft pretty boy would really want anything to do with some weirdo outcast loser," Phil scoffed in his face, eyes cold. "Daddy? Really Dan, I mean come on." "Phil--," Dan tried again, drunk brain still a little lost. Phil thought he was pretty? "I don’t want to hear it. I came here thinking, oh maybe I'll give it a shot, maybe I'll make some friends, maybe I won't have to be alone all the time, but then almost as soon as I get here I'm being mocked. Why is it always like this for me? I should've known better, to think I might have a chance at anything normal. So, fuck you. Stay away from me." Phil turned away at that.

Dan felt his eyes stinging with tears. He scrunched his face up and willed himself not to cry, not here, not now. Phil Lester was yelling at Dan in the street. This whole night was such a flop, but it wasn’t just that. Dan had made someone feel like they were being made fun of, something he knew all too well. Dan had sworn to himself he’d never do that to someone, never make them feel like that. He just hadn’t been able to see past his haze of lust and feelings to see that was exactly what he’d been doing all night.. He’d just wanted Phil to notice him, to know how Dan felt about him. He had to try and make Phil understand that, even if Phil didn’t feel the same way. "Phil, please, wait I didn't mean it that way. I would never make fun of you-- I've had a crush on you for-- I wasn't trying to-- It wasn't--" Dan couldn't get his mouth to spit the right words out. Tears welled up and threatened to spill from his eyes. Fuck, this was just getting worse.

But Phil paused a little, and that was all that Dan needed. "Please just listen. I can't--" Dan's voice cracked, and he let out a sad little frustrated sound. He couldn’t get his mouth to work. "I really am interested in you. I think you’re ama-amazing. I-I was flirting for real--" "Just leave me out of whatever games you're trying to play, okay?" Phil said, cutting him off, starting to walk away again.

Dan just couldn’t. He couldn’t let Phil leave and really believe that. "Phil, wait." He reached forward desperately, trying to catch Phil's sleeve to make him stop, make him listen. His drunk feet were a little less coordinated than planned, however, and they tangled with each other stupidly.

There was nothing Dan could do. "Oh--" he said. He was going to fall right onto his face, right in front of Phil, and this night had really taken a turn for the worst, was all he could think.

Suddenly, Phil whirled around, arms reaching out blindly around Dan's waist before he could fall, and pulling Dan close, steadying him against Phil's chest. Phil's eyes were wide as he stared down at Dan, whose hands had come to rest on Phil's broad shoulders. "Jesus Christ, Dan. You really need to watch what yo--," Phil's harsh tone abruptly cut off when he noticed the tears that had began to leak from Dan's eyes, the look on his face. "Are you okay? Oh, oh Dan don't cry, please don't cry. I'm sorry, I'm, oh," Phil's hands came up to Dan’s face, wiping gently at his cheeks.

This was such a sudden change from Phil's cutting words, Dan didn't know what to do. He was gonna get whiplash with all the changes like this. Phil sounded so frantic, Dan would almost call it adorable, if he could think at all. "You called me pretty," was all that came out of his mouth.

Pressed against Phil's chest, Phil's gentle hands on his cheeks, Dan had a breathtaking up-close view of Phil's pale angular face, and with Phil staring down at him with those intense blue eyes, Dan could hardly think. This meant Phil did care about him, at least a little. He hadn’t let Dan fall, and that had to count for something.

Phil still had him pressed to his chest, only he wasn't saying anything. He was just staring at Dan, looking confused and worried, his eyes searching Dan's face, and it was almost like he might kiss Dan with the gentle way he was cupping Dan’s face.

The moment was broken when Phil scoffed without any malice, and took a step back from Dan, hands falling around Dan's waist once again, making sure he was steady enough to stand on his own before stepping back further. There they stood in the crisp fall air, under that yellow streetlight, and Dan could only think about how Phil looked beautiful in this light. He was starting to think Phil looked beautiful in every kind of light - if he did in the school's ugly fluorescents, he certainly could anywhere. And Phil was looking at Dan too, almost shyly, nervously bending his hands in awkward ways. "Phil…” Dan started. “I really wasn't trying to make fun of you. I was-- I'm drunk and I get flirty and I was just saying the first things that came to my mind. Things I normally would have thought, but not said. I really do think you're lovely. I just wanted you to know that." Dan fiddled with his sleeves, pulling them over his fingers and wiping at his eyes. He looked up through his wet eyelashes, half expecting Phil to tell him to fuck off again, but Phil was smiling at him, just a little, almost sheepishly. "I'm sorry I got defensive. It just… doesn't seem realistic that someone like you would be interested in someone like me." Phil's eyes were on the ground, and he kicked at a rock on the pavement. That broke Dan's heart a little bit. What did he mean someone like him? Dan reached for Phil's hand, and it should've been weird for people that had hardly interacted before this, but it felt right in the moment, so Dan did it. "I really have been interested in you for a while. In hindsight, maybe drunk at a party wasn't the best way to come onto you," Dan laughed a little. "I'm sorry about that. But did you know you're kind of intimidating?" Phil smiled at Dan softly, giving his hand a squeeze before dropping it.

Dan understood. Phil couldn’t vocalize it, but things were okay now. "I was mocking you when I called you a pretty boy, y'know." Phil teased suddenly, turning away toward his bike with a smile. Dan was grateful for the lighter mood change. "No you weren’t! You think I'm pretty, Phil Lester. Admit it!" Dan sang happily, bouncing around to stand in front of Phil once again, careful not to trip this time. Phil was smiling fondly, a little confusedly too. "Alright, Dan Howell, you're pretty." Phil spoke softly, reaching up and brushing a curl that had fallen onto Dan's forehead back into place. The backs of his knuckles softly trailed along Dan's cheek, and Dan leaned into it happily. "You're pretty too, Philly." Phil looked shocked then, like no one had ever called him pretty before. That was a shame, Dan thought, someone so lovely should hear it. "And you're hot as fuck," he added on, because he was a cheeky shit, and the moment had gotten a little too serious again. Phil rolled his eyes then, dropping his hand away from Dan's face. "You're pretty drunk still, huh?" He laughed, peering at Dan from the side with a playful look. "No, I'd say I'm tipsy at best," Dan replied, laughing a little, "This cold air is doing wonders." He crossed his arms and shivered a little, as if he’d only just realized how chilly it was outside.

Phil was sliding his arms out of his leather jacket before Dan had even finished speaking, and held it out in front of him. He had a white long-sleeve Rolling Stones shirt on underneath that didn't look particularly warm, so Dan hesitated. He'd put Phil through enough tonight, he didn't need to give him hypothermia too. "Oh, Phil you don--" Dan began to protest, but Phil rolled his eyes and stepped forward, throwing the jacket around Dan and holding it closed against his neck. "C'mon, don't make me put your arms in there myself. It's cold, I can't believe I let you go this long without anything. As cute as that top is, it doesn't provide much warmth, does it?" Phil looked so earnest and concerned, Dan could only stare in awe and slide his arms into the sleeves. It was roomy and still a little warm, and Dan adored it. "I think it looks better on you than it does on me anyway," Phil said as he rubbed his hands up and down Dan's arms.

Dan blushed a little but stuck his tongue out at him. "Literally not possible." "You wanna go somewhere?" Phil asked suddenly, electric blue eyes lighting up with excitement. Dan liked the happy look on Phil. He liked it a lot. "What, now? Where would we go, it's like 2 in the morning," Dan laughed, feeling giddy. He was actually talking to Phil Lester, the town "bad boy", the hottest boy Dan had ever seen, who turned out to be kind of a sweetheart. And he wanted to take Dan somewhere. Dan wanted to pinch himself. This was happening. "It's a surprise!" Phil laughed, sliding his hand down Dan's arm into Dan's hand. Dan was having a hard time processing all of this. Maybe an hour ago he’d still been fantasizing like he had been for months. Minutes ago Phil had been mad, but now Phil was smiling at him with sparkling eyes, and holding his hand. God, Dan prayed to anything out there that this was real and that he wasn’t tripping out somehow.

Dan hadn’t been expecting this, and he’d also never counted on the fact that Phil would want to take him somewhere on his bike.

"O-on the motorcycle?" Dan cursed himself for stuttering. He didn’t wanna seem scared. He wanted to seem cool like Phil. He wanted to be fearless and adventurous for him, but he’d seen those law commercials about motorcycle accidents, seen all the videos, and he was scared.

Phil was looking at him with his eyebrows raised and his lips pursed, but he was holding back laughter rather than anger. "Aw, what happened to little old brave Dan that was at that party? Don't tell me you've never ridden on a motorcycle before," he teased, but his eyes danced with affection. Maybe Dan hadn’t ruined anything after all. "Sh-shut up! Maybe I'm worried you're gonna take me to your favorite murder spot and kill me!" "Dan, I'm a very safe, experienced driver. I'd never intentionally put you in harm's way, I promise." Phil’s voice was unexpectedly soft. Dan's eyes moved from the bike up to Phil's, before he nodded, almost to himself. Well, if he was gonna die he might as well do it with his arms around a hot guy. "Alright fine, but if you murder me, you're dead." Phil just smiled at Dan, with that contagious, endearing, goofy smile where his tongue poked out between his teeth, and Dan melted inside. He’d never seen Phil like this. Dan wasn't sure exactly what he was expecting Phil to be like after all his fantasizing and hoping, but it definitely wasn't this. This goofy, spontaneous, caring boy.

It didn't matter anymore, though. Dan liked this Phil a lot. He watched Phil, in awe of the way his lanky body moved. He grabbed the black helmet off the seat, Dan watched his face as he fit the helmet onto Dan's head. He looked really cute concentrating so hard on doing the chin strap. This gave Dan an amazing close up of Phil’s striking face. His nose was a little crooked, and Dan could maybe see the littlest bit of ginger roots in Phil’s quiff, little crinkles around his eyes, and a couple of little freckles scattered around his cheeks. He was the most beautiful sight Dan had ever seen. It took his breath away. He watched Phil’s pink lips part slightly in his concentration, and Phil suddenly stuck his tongue out at Dan when he noticed him staring. "There! Can't let anything happen to that pretty little head," he said, playfully tapping the side of the helmet. He turned and threw his leg over the bike and started it up without another word. Dan bit his lip as he watched, and it was probably the hottest thing he had ever witnessed in his life. God, Phil had no idea what he did to Dan. "Well?" "What about your head?" So maybe Dan was stalling. Phil looked like he knew exactly what Dan was up to. "I just won't crash, I'll be fine. It's weird shaped anyway." Phil looked at him expectantly. And hell, if this wasn’t what Dan had come to this party for in the first place. He climbed onto the back of the bike, and wrapped his arms around Phil's middle in the least awkward way he could . "You ready?" Phil asked over the engine. Dan squeezed with his arms as a yes, and suddenly they were rocketing off into the night.

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Book Two: Famine (Prompto x Reader) Chapter Seventeen

Prompto couldn't believe how close the cult's base of operation was to Old Lestallum. It explained why so many bodies were found near Fort Vaullerey and Lestallum. What shocked him even more was how no one noticed anyone entering or exiting the fort this past month.

As he crossed the bridge into Old Lestallum, he glanced back at the large structure and noticed how quiet it looked from the exterior. From where he stood, it seemed abandoned and lifeless. In actuality, it was now home to a group of murderers. Now he knew exactly why no one suspected anyone to be occupying an abandoned imperial base.

Safely in the small town, he sighed in relief seeing the lights that kept the daemons from pummeling Old Lestallum into nothingness. He found a few hunters gathered around their truck and ran over. He decided to keep Fort Vaullerey a secret and asked his fellow hunters for a ride to Meldacio. Fortunately, they told him to hop in and they departed from the small town. He begged them to drive faster as he felt his concern for (Y/n) rise with every passing minute.

Arriving at Meldacio HQ, Prompto leapt out of the vehicle and shouted for Dave as he ran. He found the man at the small eatery and didn't waste a second, skipping right to the point. "T-The cultists... Their base is Fort Vaullerey!"

"Whoa!" Dave yelled over the frantic blonde. "Calm down, son. Tell me what happened."

"(Y/n) and I were captured by cultists. T-They took us to Fort Vaullerey. I managed to escape, but she's still trapped in there! We've gotta save her!"

Dave placed a hand on the young man's shoulder to calm him down. "We will bring 'er back, Prompto. I'll gather a group of hunters and we'll head out as soon as we're done with preparation."

As he waited for Dave to return, he paced back and forth frantically as he ran his hands through his blonde locks. He didn't notice Gladio or Ignis as his attention was solely focused on (Y/n). He felt someone smack him on the back lightly, stopping him from pacing. "Iggy just arrived and we both heard what happened. We'll get (Y/n) back, Prompto."

Prompto nodded while biting his bottom lip. He wanted to attempt to distract himself for a little while and looked at the advisor. "Hey, Iggy. Haven't seen you in a long while. How's the eyes treating ya?"

"All is well. The scars have mended and eyesight is intact. Minus a few repercussions of the elixir, all went well," the tactician responds. "A second chance at sight-granted by Pestilence."

"Glad to hear it," Prompto said. "I can't even imagine losing my eyesight."

Gladio smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you did lose your eyesight, you wouldn't be able to see your "goddess" ever again."

Prompto gasped at the shield's words. "I wouldn't be able to bask in her beauty, her smile, o-or her-!"

"Legs?" The brute smugly grinned. "I told her how much you love looking at her legs in her normal attire."

"Wha-dude! Seriously?! Why would you do that?!" Prompto wailed. "She probably thinks I'm a creep now for staring at her legs..."

"You're her boyfriend." Gladio slung an arm across the younger boy's shoulders. "Pretty sure that gives you permission to look all you want."

"Unless the lady protests," Ignis added. "Do respect her privacy, though, Prompto. Keep the peeking to a minimum."

With the topic flipping back to (Y/n), the worry bubbled in his chest. He nodded with a frown, staring down at the ground. "I just hope she's okay. It's all because of Ardyn!"

"How so?" Ignis asked.

"They said a weirdo with a strange sense of fashion, velvet hair, and amber eyes provided what they needed to capture her. He's the only other person who knows (Y/n)'s a Horseman besides you, me, Gladio, Dave, and... Noct."

"Not surprised he's making another appearance after all the shit he did in Gralea. Wanna bet he's the one truly behind this cult?" Gladio inquired.

"It would come as no revelation. The chancellor may have sovereignty over the cult, but it seems to have its own volition to a certain extent," Ignis stated.

"If that bastard gets his hands on (Y/n), who know what he plans to do. If he knows how to incapacitate her, he must have some serious plans that require her status as a Horseman. We better hurry," the brute said.

"What of the other hunters?" Ignis asked.

"Dave knows where to go. We'll go ahead of him and infiltrate the fort. That way, we can locate and get (Y/n) the hell outta there."

Prompto agreed wholeheartedly to the plan. "Let's go."

The trio hop into Gladio's truck and leave Meldacio without saying a word to Dave. They drove through Old Lestallum and across the bridge Prompto trekked across a few hours prior. Parking the car at the base of one of the four walls that protected the fort, they disembark and scale a small hill before reaching the crevice the blonde had located during his escape. It was a tight squeeze for them, but they shimmied through and successfully infiltrated Fort Vaullerey without alerting any cultists.

"My assumption would be (Y/n) is being held underground," Ignis whispered to his friends as they hid behind a rustic, old machine.

"Where do we go from here to reach the underground facility, Prompto?" Gladio asked.

"Follow me," the blonde whispered back, taking the lead.

Using the various items the empire had left in the fort once they abandoned it as cover, they snuck past all the men and women without bringing attention to themselves. They found the door leading underground and descended the stairs.

"Damn. Didn't know this place had an underground facility," Gladio comments as they enter a large room littered with medical equipment. What caught their attention was the examination table in the middle of the room. It was engulfed in blood along with the medical instruments splayed out on a cart beside the metal table. Blood splatters were strewn across the lab's floor alongside streaks of blood on the tiled walls.

"T-This wasn't like this when I escaped," Prompto stuttered, swallowing the lump in his throat. "T-There was no blood... You don't think-?"

"We must hurry," Ignis urged his companions. Prompto nodded and they left the lab.

Down the narrow hall, they checked the cell block but found nothing. When they raced to the last door they had yet to check behind, they stopped when they heard voices from the other side.

"Well done, my boy," a familiar voice rang from the other side. "You did well in procuring a Horseman, especially the one I requested."

"Just give me what you promised," another voice hissed in vexation.

"Of course."

Ignis pushed open the door slowly in order to not alert the two men on the other side. He peered through the small slit and watched as Ardyn's form turned daemonic. His skin turned deathly pale and his veins were a pitch black, contrasting against his pale skin in a haunting image. Kael screams out in fear as the chancellor reaches out and touches him. The black substance dripping from the daemonic man's body lands on the cultist's arm and sinks into his skin.

Kael continue to screams as he feels the corruption slowly begin to infect his entire body. His skin slowly began to match Ardyn's along with his veins turning sable. Eventually, his screams were silenced as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body collapsed on the floor, lifeless.

"Bring her to the ship," Ardyn commanded a handful of MTs, his voice tinted with a daemonic tone before returning to normal. "Do be careful with my prize now. We wouldn't want her slipping off the needles and regaining mobility."

Prompto was the first to react. He flung the door open and shot all the MTs in the head, killing them instantly. Gladio and Ignis followed the blonde into the room, their weapons drawn and aimed at the chancellor. The man's features had returned back to normal as he spun around to face the trio with a smirk. "Ah, what a pleasant surprise! Quite an honor to cross paths once again, gentlemen."

"Shut the hell up!" Gladio growled, eyes narrowed in a sharp glare.

"What is this twisted plot you so desire?" Ignis hissed.

"A simple trophy to add to my collection. Such beauty is exquisite and only comes once in a lifetime," Ardyn coolly responds before his eyes flickered over to the blonde standing between the two taller men. "Don't you agree, dear Prompto?"

Prompto's only response was to shoot the chancellor in the head. He and the others were aware of his immortality after they tried to kill him in Zegnautus Keep years ago, but that didn't stop them from attacking.

Gladio and Ignis distracted Ardyn, granting Prompto the opening he needed. He dashed over to (Y/n) and tugged at the metal straps around her wrists and ankles, but they wouldn't budge. Remembering how the orb had granted him the ability to harness a small but powerful flame, he quickly took it out of his pocket and prayed he'd be blessed with the ability once more in order to free Famine.

"Hold on, babe. I've gotcha." He melted the metal restraints and briskly places the orb back into his pocket before it could burn his palm. As he went to catch her, he realized her body didn't collapse like he thought it would. "What is-?"

"Prom," (Y/n) grunted, desperately trying to fight through the paralysis. "The needles..."

His eyes widen and he checked the device once more. He saw the myriads of needles scattered across the device, buried into her arms, legs, and back. When he glanced down, he finally spotted the small splotches of blood on the floor. "O-Oh, Six..."

"Just pull me off," she reassured him through gritted teeth. "I can't feel or move my body."

Prompto nodded and placed his hands on her sides. He winced as he began prying her body off the needles. It was almost as if he was feeling the needles embedded in his own flesh as he removed the Horseman's body from the device.

Reaching a certain point, (Y/n)'s body slipped off the needles and into Prompto's arms. He hugged her tightly as he fell to his knees, his hands trailing across her back and feeling the numerous puncture wounds along with the droplets of blood. After a few seconds, he could no longer feel them knowing her body healed itself.

Prompto's eyes darted over to Gladio and Ignis when he heard both of them grunt in pain. Ardyn looked over their bodies for a few seconds before stepping over them. He stalked toward the couple, resulting in Prompto encasing (Y/n) in his arms protectively.

"Ah, true love," the chancellor smirked. "Tis quite beautiful. Unfortunately, I've no time for such pleasantries." The man's arm shot out and gripped Prompto's neck tightly before the young man could summon his pistol. Gasping for air, the gunslinger was forced to release Famine as he couldn't breathe.

Ardyn's grin festered as he used all his strength to toss Prompto across the room. His body slammed into the wall before falling onto the floor with a grunt. Seeing as the blonde was incapacitated for the moment, the chancellor bent down and snatched one of (Y/n)'s wrists. He hauled her to her feet and pulled her against him, her back reclining against his chest. "I must apologize for the abrupt departure for it was such a splendid reunion with you gentlemen." (Y/n) gasped as one of his hands tangled in her golden locks and yanked her head back. "But I have much more important matters to attend to."

Prompto fought through the pain and pushed his body up onto his hands and knees. He summoned his handgun and aimed it at the chancellor. "Let her go," he growled.

The velvet-haired man chuckled, keeping his hold on the Horseman. He lowered his head to her exposed neck and peppered it with kisses, taunting the young man. "Such porcelain must be treated with care. You, my boy, are far too reckless for such delicacies."

With feeling slowly returning to her body, (Y/n) felt a frightening chill creep down her spine when the man holding her finished kissing the side of her neck and trailed his tongue along the spots he placed his lips. She felt disgusted and desperately wanted mobility to return to her body so she could fight back and give Ardyn what he deserved. Morosely, the only thing she could do was stare at the ceiling while the man kept tugging her head back by grabbing her hair.

Ardyn tugged her body backward as he pushed open the door with his foot. He kept his eyes on Prompto as he dragged (Y/n) slowly out of the room before the door closed.

The blonde pushed his body off the floor and stalked after the chancellor with his gun held tightly in his hand. He ran out the door and after Ardyn, leaving Gladio and Ignis behind. He grabbed a potion from his pocket and used it to rid his body of the pain before running through the hallway after the man and the Horseman.

Emerging from the underground facility under Fort Vaullerey, Prompto immediately froze when he saw numerous of cult members surrounding him with their firearms aimed at his chest and head. From where he stood, he could see Ardyn boarding a drop ship with (Y/n) still held hostage in his grip. He could see feeling was returning to her body as she tried to use her legs, but she kept stumbling. Her (e/c) eyes locked with his own azure ones through the throng of men and women, fear and worry for him apparent in them.

"Do take care, dear Prompto!" Ardyn shouted over the engine of the drop ship as it slowly ascended into the sky.

He watched helplessly as (Y/n) was taken from him, anger and sorrow glinting in his eyes. He dispelled his handgun and watched as the imperial ship rose higher and higher into the dark sky. Before it was out of sight, his eyes widened in horror as a large blast of lightning erupted from the ship. It lit up the entire sky, grabbing everyone's attention.

Prompto took the chance and hid out of sight while the cultists ran around frantically as the drop ship exploded, sending a shockwave through the ground from such a tremendous explosion. Pieces of the ship rained down across the fort, fire consuming the metal shards. He heard all the frenzied cries of the men and women running around, but all he could listen to was his racing heart. He wanted to desperately find (Y/n), knowing she would've survive the explosion, and see if she was alright.

Peering from his hiding spot, Prompto watched as the cult members ran around. He built up his courage and decided to use their confusion as a way to search for Famine. "Please be okay..."

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Tattoo ~ S.P. (Part 10)

A/n: Man y’all did not like that last part did you? Sorry this took me so long it just feels like I’ve lost my groove and I’m not writing well? Ya know? Anyway, here’s part 10 :)

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It was stressful that while waiting for Jughead to wake up. Betty and Y/n ended up just staying with him all day every day. His best friend and his girlfriend. The two got to know each other very well and grew quite close. At some point Y/n started to tell the blonde about Sweet Pea and how she felt about him. She talked so long and so thoroughly that day that Betty blushed from second hand experience as well as remembering her own experience with her own boyfriend.

When the dark haired serpent boy woke up and was reunited with his awaiting friend/family group (the others had joined the two girls that day) there was a lot of explaining and fixing to do. They got him checked out and dove head first into everything.

And it all seemed to pass in one stressful, choking blur. The election where Hermione Lodge won and Y/n grumbled and cursed and broke things because FUCK. The Black Hood investigation where Y/n visited Betty after everything went down and the blonde cling to her and sobbed for hours and the two girls stayed the night in a little getaway Y/n always had when things got especially bad at home- an abandoned little cave in the woods that she had sparsely filled and covered with a blanket so that the chill stayed outside for the most part. Archie getting arrested for a murder he didn't commit. Veronica and Y/n became super close friends too at some point. It was weird, being so close with so many North Siders. Unless you counted Jughead and Betty both official Souther Siders only now. Which would be fair to do.

Summer was rolling close and Veronica and Betty were losing their minds with worry over Archie. Jughead too, but it seemed like the girls were more worried somehow. Or maybe they just showed it more intensely.

Y/n did all she could to help but with school in the way, these last few days they really couldn't do anything major. Too much of the days were being taken up.

It wasn't until she saw THEM together that Y/b remembered there were other people and things in her life other than Jughead, Betty, Archie, and Veronica. It was all too easy to get lost in their bustle, but the second she saw Sweet Pea and Josie of all people together, she couldn't have cared less about anyone but the Serpent that she had thought was hers only.

Josie had her hand on Sweet's arm, brushing her fingers across his skin randomly and laughing. She looked stunning and Y/n felt sick. Her face twisted into an expression of vulnerable pain. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows scrunched bad her lips parted a bit in a shocked frown. She felt her eyes prickle with the threat of tears, even.

Had he moved on in this last week or two that she'd been busy? Did he really need such constant watch and attention that leaving not even a month to do other things and give them the space they'd promised to give each other until school ended gave him enough time to find someone else?

Maybe he'd always intended to move on from her. Maybe once she got busy he was relieved. How long had he and Josie been flirty and touchy like this? How long had they been talking? When did it start? How? Why? Didn't everyone know he was HERS? Was he... not?

Feeling eyes on him he looked over and caught Y/n's panicked, pained expression for a split second before she ripped her eyes away, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and practically sprinting down the hallway to get away from him. His smile dropped and he watched her go, his chest constructing. Shit.

Josie followed his gaze to see Y/n push out the school doors into the warming outside and leave. She sighed. "Look, Sweet Pea." The voy looked back at her. "You're... very good looking. And don't get me wrong, a summer fling would be nice. But you're taken. And I deserve better than someone who can't give all of themselves to me and you deserve better than someone who we both know is going to be a temporary option. Go after her." Sweet Pea went to argue but she held a hand up. "Go."

Nodding, the tall boy sighed and then took off after Y/n. Josie watched him go. She sighed to herself, shaking her head. "That girl better figure her crap out before someone less observant or less merciful takes him from her."

Ironically, Y/n was thinking exactly along those lines.

She ran a hand through her hair, closing her eyes tight as she reached her bike. She put her hands on the seat, leaning forward and closing her eyes. A lost of names and faces ran through her mind as every girl and Josie flirted and smiled at Sweet Pea. In her mind he was with them all. Everyone but her. But Josie stuck in her head. She could really see that happening, just for a short while. Sweet Pea was charming and Josie was successful and confident and stunning. What boy wouldn't fall for her? What high school girl wouldn't fall for him? Just for a little while. Josie wasn't looking for a relationship right now but she'd make it a worthwhile ride while it lasted.

Y/n couldn't see them together as clear as if it was happening. His hand on her thigh. Her hand trailing along his arm. Their lips together, eyes closed, moans echoing around the room as they lowered themselves down...

Arms wrapped around her stomach, pulling her back into a firm chest. She jumped but couldn't turn around to see who it was because they were holding her too tight.

After a second the person lay their head on her shoulder and she recognized the soft, dark hair and the way they rested their forehead and their fingers brushed over her shirt. "Sweets?" He hummed un confirmation and Y/n relaxed despite herself. He was here. He wasn't with Josie.

Josie.

Y/n's eyes closed and she kept still, unlike how she would usually melt into him and fold her arms over his, becoming one and closing her eyes and basking in his proximity. She wanted to. It felt like so long since she'd done that and she wanted too so badly. But all she could see when she closed her eyes were Josie and Sweet Pea heatedly kissing and she was almost tempted to pull away from Sweets and just drive far, far away. But she didn't.

He held her just a little tighter, worried. "What's wrong?"

"Do you like her?" Y/n asked before she could stop herself. Sweet Pea didn't have to ask who, it he was shocked at how hurt and almost angry she sounded. He was stunned into silence, having been sure before that she didn't care. "Josie," Y/n clarified unnecessarily. "Because I mean if you like her, go for it. I won't stop you. If she makes you happy. I know I've been gone and even before I was so dodgy and I mean I betrayed you so maybe you'd like someone new compared to someone you have so much complicated history with and that's totally understandable-"

Sweet Pea tugged her around so that she was facing him and teen grabbed her face, looking at her very seriously. "I was flirting with Josie to distract myself from the fact that I thought you didn't care about me anymore." Y/n's eyes exploded with pain and Sweet Pea flinched. From so close he could see every streak of the terrible emotion. "I love you. Only you. I meant it when I said it. And I honestly don't want to be with anyone else. I... I'm sorry."

Y/n didn't verbally respond. Instead she smiled, softly. Her hands rose to wrap around his face and his hands found their way to her waist. What he didn't expect was her to pull him close, pressing his lips to hers. He responded instantly though, his fingers digging into her sides. The kiss was slow and purposeful and passionate and people anywhere near by made all kinds of noises as they interrupted the couple like the bunch of teenage ass holes they were.

When she pulled back, her fingers softly ran across his cheek and jaw. "I love you too. Is it close enough to Summer that I can say fuck it all cause I want to be with you?"

Sweet Pea genuinely grinned. "Fuck yes." Y/n giggled again as she pulled him close once more, the pair kissing again.

This time people didn't shout, but a few chuckles sounded.

Neither Y/n or Sweet Pea noticed.

They were both too busy internally sighing a thought, finally.

The next days passed fairly quickly. Y/n spent most of her time with Pea as the two used all of their free time to do the last thing they hadn't yet done since Y/n had been back.

"I'm serious," Toni snapped. "It's STILL the same dance."

Y/n groaned, her head tilting back. "THIS is what I have to do to get back in with the Serpents?" She asked, her voice complaining. "I've already done this once."

Sweet Pea chuckled in her ear. "Just means that this time I'll get to see it." Y/n blushed, covering it up with a wink and a smirk. Toni laughed.

Y/n hadn't thought about that though.

The last days of school were leading up to the weekend that would mark the beginning of summer vacation. That Saturday, Y/n was to do the Serpent dance and be initiated back into the Serpents. Get her tattoo back. Be official.

Jughead's has gotten his back when his skin had healed enough, just recently actually. No hassle. But the Serpents felt that Y/n should have to initiate again. And Y/n wasn't about to argue with them. The fact that they were letting her come back at all already felt like more than she deserved. No matter how much Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Toni had argued with her and how much Jughead and even Betty would butt in about it, Y/n still hated herself for her betrayal. Giving information. Letting herself be used as a tool against the Serpents.

So this was the compromise.

One which everyone could agree on.

When the Saturday came and Sophomore year ended, Y/n caught her breath as she headed to the Wyrm. The first time she'd done it she'd been so incredibly young. She barely remembered it and everyone diverted their eyes because she was so tiny that they felt uncomfortable with her moving her body like that. But this time she was far older and had grown into herself. How many people would be looking at her, noticing her mistakes? Or not noticing because they were too busy watching?

Her stomach turned as she stood just off stage, looking at the awaiting microphone. She felt hands on her shoulder, turning to look behind her. There stood FP. "Are you ready?" He asked.

Y/n nodded, slight terror in her eyes. FP didn't bother telling her she didn't have to do this. She did have to, if she wanted to be a Serpent again. Unfortunately. He patted her on the back, nodding her forward. She took a deep breath before stirring up to the microphone.

Quiet fell over the crowd as the lights dimmed and the only source of it was over her, drawing eyes to her. The music started and she set her face.

She WOULD do this.

If tiny, terrified her with no confidence or body shape could get in this damned stage and be confident and sexy, so could developed, older her. And so she did.

Her face smoothed and her eyes happened to land on Sweet Pea through the darkness. He was diverting his eyes like a gentleman but Y/n shot Toni - who was next to him - a meaningful look. She started singing along to the music, pulling her skirt and shirt away by the little ties that held them. She'd borrowed a deep yellow bathing suit from Veronica, who said that with the lighting on stage would look even better on her than it already did.

Sweet Pea's eyes locked on Y/n's and he swallowed harshly, a little smile rising to his face. The girl smirked, moving to the pole and curving around it. As she watched, Sweet's eyes widened a bit and she was suddenly filled with the feeling that he was the only person in the room. He was all who mattered.

Her hand went from her hip, up, following the curve of her body tightly, rubbing over her chest and through her hair. She bit her lip, raking her teeth slowly over the skin. Sweet Pea couldn't even blink.

"Creep" by Radiohead played and Y/n moved to the back of the pole, her hands wrapping around the metal before she leaned back, letting her hair dangle as her lower body pressed to the pole then slowly rolling her body up to press against the pole as well. She spun, sliding so that she was in front of the pole and facing the audience.

Whatever makes you happy. Whatever you want.

She put her hands over her head, slowly moving to the floor as she didn't look away from Pea. Her knees parted, revealing my covered core for all to see. She stood up again, just as slowly, her legs now spread shoulder width apart as she stared down her boyfriend ferociously.

This was different than when Betty had done it. Jughead has been kind of... horrified. And when Toni had done it, she hadn't been aiming her dance at anyone. She was just aiming to impress generally.

It was very rare for anyone to be old enough to have a boyfriend - or girlfriend - to aim it at, but the way Y/n was aiming it was... intimate. Sweet Pea was bright red and wide eyed and people were looking away. Same as they had when Y/n was younger, but for the completely opposite reason. Now they felt uncomfortable because this felt private and sexy and definitely not for anyone's eyes but Sweet Pea's. The boy hadn't even thought to look around and yell at people but the idea of watching his girlfriend put on a show for him was... wrong.

I guess if you can't stand to be looked at and you can't simply blend in and hide, make it really hard to keep looking.

When the song ended, Sweet Pea stood there frozen as Y/b glided back stage, accepting her jacket back from FP who was waiting, eyes casted far away. "Was it too much?" The girl asked, suddenly her reserved, self conscious self again.

FP laughed. "That was definitely a side of you I NEVER wanted to see if you. But you got your point across. You're back in. That's what matters, right?" Y/n nodded, smiling sheepishly and they both chuckled.

Suddenly Sweet Pea was there, lingering back a bit and simply admiring Y/n. The girl noticed him and FP followed her gaze. He chuckled again at the look on Sweet Pea’s face before making some excuse and then leaving the two alone. Sweet Pea moved to Y/n, calmly putting his arms around her shoulders. He guided her through the bar and outside, away from any possible prying eyes - which was ironic every single person inside the Wyrm was purposefully looking ANYWHERE but the pair - and guided her to his bike. They’d left hers chained up at her house tonight.

When they got back to Sweet Pea’s, he pulled her towards the house rather eagerly and she wondered if he was anxious about people seeing her dressed as she was.

But, when they got inside, his lips attached to hers and he was pushing her inside desperately.

She moaned in surprise and when his hands moved under her legs, pulling her up, she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He kneeled on the bed, slowly, laying her down gently. Breaking the kiss as little as possible, she pulled off his short sleeved flannel and then his shirt, pulling it over his head. His styled hair was already all fluffy and messed up with Y/n’s fingers having run through it. The urgency between the two increased as the kissed got more passionate and the mood got more full of tension.

Sweet Pea groaned, pulling back squeezing his eyes tight. He couldn’t see her. He’d loose it again. “Are you sure?”

Y/n giggled. “Oh Sweets...” She held his face. “Look at me.” He opened his eyes slowly, his eyes raking her body. She smirked, her legs still around his waist pulling their hips together to create friction. Sweet Pea moaned gruffly, Laing his forehead on her chest. Y/n tilted her head back into the bed, both of them breathing heavily. “Yes I do.”

“You don’t have to,” Sweets whispered weakly, trying to control himself. “We’ve only been dating a few days and I know that people are always using you for that stuff. I can handle my own needs. I have been for years.” It’s meant as a joke but comes out as a sputtered while almost and Y/n pulls up his chin so their eyes meet.

Her eyes are warm and soft and as she bites her lip, Sweet Pea’s eyes darken. “Sweets?” The boy hummed at his name. “Did you know I’ve never had slow sex? Slow and passionate and meaningful? It’s always messy and rough and painfully fast paced. Will you be slow with me? Teach me how to make love instead of just having sex?”

Sweet Pea swallowed again, his mouth perpetually dry. “Only if you want me to.”

Smiling, Y/n nodded. “I’d love that, actually.” Her fingers trailed down his chest and stomach, her fingers catching in his belt and pulling it loose. “You’re so good looking, you know that? So pretty.” Sweet Pea went incredibly red and Y/n grew suddenly shy. She moved skillfully though, pulling his pants down and off of him.

Sweet Pea’s breath caught in his throat as her hands pressed against him through his boxers and he caught her wrist. “I’ve never had sex before.” Their eyes locked and he quickly looked away from her widened gaze. “I mean, not like... sex, you know? Like oral and hand jobs sure but never, SEX.”

Y/n retracted her legs from him. “Well you don’t have to do anything either, Sweets,” Y/n gently whispered, her fingers trailing over his face. “It’s your choice as much as mine.”

He nodded. “I know, I know. I WANT to. Heaven above I want to.” Y/n chuckled. “But... I don’t know what to do. I thought you should know.”

Leaning up, Y/n locked his lips with hers and drew him closer by laying back down again so they were pressed up together against the bed. “Let me show you,” Y/n mumbled against his lips. She pushed him until he was laying on his back, crawling on top of him and straddling him, catching his lips again. They kissed as she reached up, pulling her bathing suit off of her shoulders before moving his hands to show him to pull it down. “Come on,” She urges softly.

Sweet Pea tugged her bathing suit lower and lower, exposing more and more of her body. He couldn’t help but look at her as she kicked off her suit once it hit her calves. She blushed, smiling shyly at his awed gaze. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered gently.

“You know for a big, bad Serpent boy you’re really SUCH a teddy bear.”

Sweet Pea smirked. “Do you want to see my bad boy side?” He pulled himself down and I watched him as he hovered underneath my core. I bit my lip. “Oh Princess,” he breathed, a shiver running up my spine as his breath hit my skin. “You are so in for it.”

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The Lost Island ~ Chapter One

**Just a quick note. This is one of the first ever books I wrote. Disclaimer being that it’s going to be cringe-y at the beginning but it does get better**

The warm May sun beams, joyfully, almost playfully, through the window of a tall house at the end of a quiet street. Children cheerfully ran playing up and down the road and skipping ropes at the local park. From inside the house, a girl of sixteen could see her little siblings as they rough-housed in the front yard. The sun came through the window, illuminating her bright green eyes and shining on her long soft brown hair, with its teal dip-dyed ends tumbling down to her lower back.

That's me. My name is Adriana Langster, I have five siblings, four of which are younger than me, and one is older. I live in Australia, though I won’t say where exactly.

My head was resting on my palm, my other hand sketching the scene in front of me. I found myself smiling as I thought about my little siblings, but then, the smile dropped.

I will be going away soon. My mother is sending me to a finishing school for girls on faraway island. I won’t see my friends or family for three years. My baby sister will be starting school, with my brothers and younger sister.

Flashback:

I was in my backyard, playing With Maya, my baby sister.

"Adriana!" My mother, Lana, called.

"Coming mum!" I called back and set Maya on the sun chair, and ran inside. My mother was sitting on the couch, looking absolutely elated.

"What's up mum?" I asked sitting in my favorite chair, swinging my legs off the edge of the arm.

"Remember how when you were younger, you said you’d like to go to that finishing school that our neighbor Olive went to?" She asked me. Yes, I remembered, but why was she bringing this up now? That was eight years ago.

"Uh-huh?" I answered hesitantly. ‘Wow, really elegant Addy’ I thought.

"Well. Guess who was accepted?" She asked eagerly with a huge grin.

"Lily?" I asked hopefully. ‘Oh No, I don't want to go!’ I begged inside my head.

"No silly, you! They have accepted you in! Isn't that great!?" Mum shouted as she tackled me with a hug.

"Uh mum?" I asked. How was I supposed to tell her?

"Yeah?" She asked, smiling like a goof.

"You do realize that, that was eight years ago right?" I started slowly.

"Yes, time flies huh?"

"I don't think I want to go anymore mum" I told her.

She looked confused. "Why? When Olive told you about it you were begging to go" She pointed out to me.

"Yeah but, I've changed since then. I've made friends, I have a life now. I'm enjoying myself here. That place is a school to teach girls how to become proper ladies. I don't really think I belong there" I told her.

"That's why you're going. Because you need to learn to become a lady."

"If that was your plan to send me there, then why not send me earlier?! Why would you wait till now, when I’m happy and comfortable here?" I snapped.

“Sweetheart your name has been on that list since you first showed interest in going! Olive made sure of it!”

“I know mum! But I've changed from the little girl I was then!”

“Don't think that I haven't noticed.”

“My point is! I've changed, I don't want to go to that school any more. I'm happy with the one I’m going to now!”

"I'm not sending you because I want to ruin your life, I'm sending you because it's better for you and will give you more opportunities." She said.

I shouted in exasperation and stomped upstairs to my bedroom.

End flashback.

As you can tell I didn't take it so well.

Someone banged on my door, knocking me out of my thoughts. I went over and opened it. No one was there.

"Addy!" A little voice cried.

I looked down to see Maya hugging my legs. She couldn't pronounce my name right, none of them could at that age. I leaned down and picked her up. Since Maya was born, we’ve always had a very special connection. I sit down on my bed and bounce her on my knee. Maya loves this. She also find's it funny when someone sneezes. Seriously, it's like the funniest thing in the world for her.

"Addy's going to have to go away soon" I told her. Tears coming to my eyes. I hated the idea of abandoning my baby sister. She needs me and I need her. Maya tilted her head slightly. Her small hand reached up and touched my cheek lightly.

“Why?” She asked me quizzically.

I didn’t want to answer the question, so instead I brought up another subject.

"Are you hungry?" I asked her.

"Yes" She replied. Of course, she’s always hungry. I smiled down at her.

I lifted Maya up and put her on my shoulders. She giggled as I bounced down the stairs. Her small arms wrapped tightly around my neck as she hung on.

I haven't been on very good terms with my mother since that conversation. Though we still speak it's not as carefree as it used to be. When I reached the kitchen. Lily and Lysander were taking large drinks of water. They had bruises and slight scrapes on their arms and legs. I smiled and shook my head slightly.

"Hi Addy,” Lysander said.

"Are you coming to our magic show tonight?" Lily asked. They were always putting on magic shows and performances. The two of them were almost like twins, even though Lily was a few years older than Lysander.

"Of course. Why not?" I told them.

They smiled. Uriah, my youngest brother ran in, holding his superhero figure out with his arms spread wide open.

"What time is your magic show?” I asked. Peeling an apple and cutting it into quarters. "Ow!" I exclaimed when Lysander bumped into me making me cut my finger.

"Oh! Sorry Addy!" He stated.

"It's alright" I said, running the cut under cold water.

"The magic show is at six o'clock. Here's your ticket" Lily stated, handing me a piece of paper with my name and a big six on it. I smiled at my sister and kissed Lysander’s head.

"Ew! Sister Germs!" He yelled and ran away. Lily chasing after him.

"Addy? Can we watch a movie?” Uriah asked me.

"Of course, let's go" I said, Picking Maya up off the counter and carrying her into the living room where Uriah turned on the T.V. Backyardagains was playing. Uriah plopped on the floor in front of it. I sat on the couch with Maya curled up on my lap, gnawing on an apple slice. Eventually I fell asleep listening to the cheesy songs from the show and Uriah’s laughing.

I was awoken abruptly, when the family dog Lee and my dog Twilight ran into the living room, wanting me to take them for a walk. Twilight was huge, being part Dane part husky, I often put Maya on her back and let her ride Twilight. Lee, on the other hand, was just a tiny little thing. We rescued her a few years ago when she was two years old and she still looks like a puppy.

I groaned.

"Alright, alright!" I said. Getting up and stretching. My back made a series of relieving popping noises.

I walked to the door and grabbed Lee’s leash. Twilight never left my side. I had rescued her when she was a puppy from some kids that were throwing rocks at her. I took her home, cleaned her and nursed her to health. Since then she has become my best friend and protector. Of course, she was the protector of the entire family. When Maya was born, Twilight looked after her like she was her own. I was Twilight's mother and Maya was the baby sister.

I clipped the leash to Lee’s collar and I opened the door. I was instantly hit by a wave of heat. Even though it was autumn it felt like midsummer.

We walked down the streets, waving to the neighbors, when suddenly I was slammed into the ground, there was a person was on top of me. Catherine.

"You know. If you weren't so shy, I would say to try out for the football team" I groaned sarcastically. She laughed and climbed off me.

Catherine was quiet most of the time, though when we're together she's quite animated figuratively speaking. She had pale blonde hair and amber colored eyes. It was hard for Catherine at first, because her hearing is impaired, we had issues communicating when we first met for a school project, but my mother had taught me basic sign language at a young age.

But, of course, Catherine wasn’t alone. Our other friend Crystal was standing not too far away during these events, holding Lee. Crystal always loved that dog, probably because she was easy to pick up and cuddle.

Crystal was something else to say the least. Crystal is Catherine’s opposite. She tends to be more girly than either of us. Her black hair was cut just to her shoulders, the roots dyed bright. And she tends to be quite random.

Catherine’s purple streaked hair was pulled back into a ponytail, as per always, while Crystal’s was a riot of braids.

I had already told my friends that I was leaving in a few days.

We had been spending as much time together as possible. We headed over to my house to drop off Lee. Twilight will whine if we left without her, so we decided to bring her along.

"Hey mum?! I'm going to go to the park with Crystal and Catherine!" I called up as I left the house on my bike. Crystal and Catherine had already grabbed their bikes and were waiting for me.

We didn’t usually go to the park, unless we had to take the little kids with us.

Luckily Lily was best friends with Alex, Catherine’s younger sister so we regularly brought them to the playground.

When it was just us, we went to our favorite grove of trees on a cliff, overlooking a lake, covered with vast trees. There, we had made our tree houses, three separate from one main one.

No one ever came here, but if they did they wouldn't have been able to find the tree houses unless they knew what they were looking for. Mine, was filled with pictures that I had taken…I want to be a photographer, a video camera and an underwater camera, a lap top for photo editing, my snorkel and mask, books. The main house had a few seats and an extra-large first aid kit. Catherine’s idea, she wants to be a doctor. Getting up there wasn't easiest thing in the world, let me tell you. We had to make it hard to get up so that people won't think of trying. We each have different ways of getting up. Crystal's way is an inconspicuous platform that she can crank up, Catherine’s is a rope ladder that she wove the first day (It took several tireless days to get this all done, in which our parents thought we were out at a science fair) and mine was a simple, "find as many ways to climb up as possible" kind of deal.

We reached the hang out and climbed up to the main house. I looked at my surroundings. Many pictures of past summers, Halloweens, Christmases, Easters, Birthdays and many more different ones, hung up on the walls. We made this tree house three years ago. It made me sad that I would have to leave it all behind for another three. What will change while she's gone? All this would be gone. We would be older. Nineteen, wow.

"Don't worry Dell. We won't ever change" Catherine said as she came in. I must have looked as confused as I felt because Crystal spoke up next.

"You were thinking aloud Dell”

(Some clarity, my friends call me Dell to stand for Delta, Catherine is Alpha or Alphs for leader and Crystal is Beta or Bets.)

"Sorry, can't help myself. Think, I won't be able to see you guys for three years, excluding Christmas." I stated sadly.

"I'll see you. My mum set me up to go too. Aren't otters adorable?" Crystal asked.

"Yes Bets, otters are adorable. Then it's just me?" Catherine said

"Why don't you go?" I asked.

"Because Dell, you know my mum" Catherine had a point. Her mother wasn't the nicest person on the planet, she was very stern and had a high shrill voice that could cut glass at the lowest whisper. She didn't like me or Catherine very much so she loved to lecture Catherine on us. This was one of the reasons Catherine was so shy.

"You don't have to tell us we're going. You can tell her that you've given it some thought and decided you wanted to go" I stated.

"I couldn't ask for an otter" Crystal sang happily.

I face-palmed, so it's otters now? Last week it was bunnies, the week before it was sloths. Crystal is obsessed with cute baby animals. She begs her parents for one, they say no, she moves on to a new one and repeat. Catherine seemed to be thinking the same thing because she repeated my actions.

"Are we allowed to bring pets?" Catherine asked. Last month, her parents had caved and bought her a pet penguin that she named Sparkle. Personally, I still couldn’t believe that she had gotten a penguin, we were in Australia for heaven’s sake!

"Yeah, I'll be bringing Twilight." I explained.

We were quiet for a few minutes, each one of us doing our own thing, when Catherine suggested going swimming, to which Crystal and I agreed.

I ran out and ran across the bridge to my house, wobbling unsteadily as I did so. I took out my bathing suit and changed quickly, before climbing down the tree and jumping the last few feet to the ground. I raced to the cliff at the edge of lake with Crystal and Catherine chasing after me. I reached the lake and began to remove my shorts and t-shirt and dove into the water just as Crystal and Catherine arrived. I resurfaced and was splashed by Catherine. Crystal was rubbing sunscreen onto her pale skin on shore since she did not tan well. Catherine and I began to splash each other, laughing uncontrollably. After a while we headed back to shore and collapsed in the sand to relax and tan for a bit.

I was going to miss my girls.

"We'll miss you too Dell" Catherine stated.

I need to stop thinking out loud. I thought.

"Yes, you do" Crystal agreed.

"Dang it!” I exclaimed and my best friends laughed.

"What if your mum says yes? Then we could all go together!" Crystal tried.

"Yeah, I could ask her tonight when I get home" Catherine stated.

"Actually, I was thinking we could have a sleepover tonight. You could ask if that’s ok when you go to get your stuff" I told them. I had asked my dad this morning and he said it was all right. He thought that since I’d be leaving soon we should cram in as much time together as we could.

"Sounds good." Crystal said happily. She's always happy. Maybe that's not a bad thing

I leaned over, making sure that my friends didn't see, and picked up two handfuls of wet sand, balled it up and threw it at them. Crystal screamed and Catherine fell off her chair face first into the sand.

"DELL!" They screech. I ran.

It quickly turned into an all-out sand war. Catherine threw one into my hair and I hit Crystal in the shoulder. Crystal set a timer for one hour, and the sand fort competition began. Forty- five minutes later my fort was done, with walls taller than myself and a foot thick. As the others continued to build up their forts. I began to make ammo.

I had made about twenty sand balls before the timer began to sing the duck song. ‘Really Bets?’ I thought to myself.

Instantly Crystal let out a war cry and began to throw sand bombs at both me and Catherine, who ducked behind her fort for cover. I ran around them and behind Catherine. Grabbing a handful of sand and shoving it down the back of her shirt. She squealed and jumped up and down, trying to get the sand out of her shirt. I was rolling on the floor laughing until tears rolled down my face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Catherine stop throwing sand and look at Crystal. Suddenly they both jumped from behind me grabbing sand and shoving it down my own shirt as revenge.

This continued for ages, with us teaming up against each other. Finally, we all collapsed on the sand, panting for air.

"Alphs, what time is it?" I asked.

Catherine reached over to her bag and pulled out her phone.

"Two twenty- eight" She replied.

"We've been here for three hours?" Crystal questioned

"Yup" I answered.

"What do we do now?" Catherine said.

"Well my dear buddies. We, are going to shower, get dressed, then go to my place. My mom wants to take us out for dinner, to celebrate" Crystal stated.

"Celebrate what?" I asked.

"Getting into school. Alphs will have time to convince her mom to let her go before we leave" Crystal pointed out.

"She has a point" I said.

"I guess I can try. It wouldn't be too bad getting out of that place for a while." Catherine concurred.

"Great! Let's head back and meet up at my place around four, mum wants to take us at five thirty" Crystal said happily.

"Then we can have time to get ready for you guys staying over" I said.

"I'm glad we don't ever do these things at my house, last time it was a disaster" Catherine mused

It was true, the last time we had a sleep over at her house was two year ago. Boy we sure learned our lesson. We accidentally burst one of her feather pillowed and stained her carpet and bed sheets with grape juice, her mother was none too impressed to say the least. Mind you we were like ten.

"We'll have the basement tonight, Lily.... Oh no!" I exclaimed.

"What?" My friends asked.

"Lily and Lysander are doing a magic show tonight at six! I won't be able to see it and they'll be upset”

The last time I pulled a stunt like this they whined at me for three days straight.

"Maybe they would bring it earlier if we told them we'd come" Catherine told me.

Lily loved Catherine more than she did me, though I loved Alex, Catherine’s little sister, tons, so it worked out nicely.

"I'll let her know that" I said and grabbed out my phone and turned on Skype. Instantly a message from Lily.

"When are you getting home? Is Cathy coming with?" It read.

"Well that's the thing, Cathy will be coming with me, but can you move the show the earlier so she can be there? Crys’ mum wants to see us at five thirty" I explained. It took a few moments but my phone beeped again none the less.

"Fine, but You have to be here at five" Lily stated.

"Perfect I'll be home soon. The others will be coming too, plus Alex" I could almost hear her squeal.

After saying quick goodbyes, I hung up the phone and turned to my friends with a grin.

"We're good, as long as your there by five and have Alex with you, she can stay over too.

"Oh, she'll love that. She'll probably screamed louder than anything and run to pack for the night" Catherine said amused

"That's why I love her" I said taking my hair out of its bun that was falling to the nape of my neck and shaking it out.

So, we left the beach back to our houses to drop off our stuff and head back to our actual homes. My brain couldn't stop thinking about how much things are going to change when I leave. I would be sixteen where I got back for the summer. I wouldn't be coming back for another summer for three years, Christmas and spring breaks, but nothing else. Then I would have to go back for another three years. By the time I'd finished the school I'd be nineteen!

“You’re thinking' too much about it Ads! It won't be as bad as you think!”

I have four voices in my head, two boys and two girls. The girls named Cal and Tori, the boys named Zell and Arrow.

Zell, Arrow and Tori mostly keep a level head about things, while Cal insists on always looking on the bright side. They had apparently been in my head since I was born. I hadn't ever told anyone accepts for Catherine and Crystal, who also had voices in their heads. I had never told my parents, though I had come very close to at many points in my life. Mostly when Cal and Tori were nagging me about something, or when Zell and Arrow were annoying me, or when one of them let something slip that they weren't meant to. I got so caught up in thought that my parents would notice and ask me about it. I always lied my way out of it smoothly.

“I can't help myself Arrow. I'll be gone for so long! Everything would be different!” I replied to Arrow’s statement.

“You’re thinking too much about it Sissy! It won't be that bad!” Cal said to me.

“Oh Sure! Everything is Goin' t' be fine and dandy when she be goin' t' a place where she don' be knowin' anyone, or even know where to be goin' Sure Cal She'll be fine!” Zell said sarcastically.

“This can't get any worse. I completely agree with Zell on this one. I don't know anything about where I'm going or who I'll be meeting”

“You'll be fine Mistress. It's best that you go to this school” Tori spoke up.

“Wait? Do you guys know anything about this school that I'm going to?” I asked.

“Er- No, nothing. We only know what you know” Tori lied.

“Nice try Tor. We be knowin' everythin' 'bout this. We just can't be tellin' you 'bout it” Zell covered.

“Under whose authority?” I said, dignified.

“The boss man! The big guy! The toughie! Think about it Ads. He's the one who doesn't want you to know anything about yourself that you don't already know! Remember that time when you were ten and playing football? There was no way you could have made that shot but you willed yourself to so you did! You saved the game because you did something impossible! I'll bet-” Arrow's monolog was interrupted by a loud smacking sound and his loud call of “Ouch”. Tori or Cal had Smacked Arrow.

“Arrow! You weren't supposed to say anything! We could get into trouble!” Tori scolded a pouting Arrow.

“Well it ain't like we can be leavin' Ads in a rut with no way out, Tor.” Zell pointed out to Tori

“But the master told us not to tell her anything she doesn't need to know!” Cal reminded them.

This conversation seems to be very one sided.

“And we ain't goin' t'. But we ain't goin' t' leave 'er with Nothin'!” Zell said firmly.

“Yeah! She has the right to know what's going to happen! Or at least a rough edge of it!” Arrow agreed.

Yep, very one sided.

“Well how do we know she can handle it?” Cal asked.

“Are you kidding me!? It's Ads! Of course, she can handle it!” Arrow exclaimed.

“Are you sure? Because it's this kind of stuff that makes people worry and stress.” Tori pointed out.

“It's Ads we be talkin' 'bout! O' course she can handle this!”

“Guys!” I shouted, finally having enough. People looked at me weirdly.

“Go back to your knitting!” I told them and they averted their eyes.

“Point to Ads” Arrow joked.

“Thanks. What is going on?”

“What we are going on about Ads, is that the fact that you’re going to the school is important, you have to go. But Catherine and Crystal are going to be there too.” Cal reassured me.

Seems like I have no choice. I thought to myself. As I stepped through my door,. I was instantly ambushed by Maya and Twilight.

Maya riding on Twilight's back as they came romping up and trampled on top of me. Twilight licking my face, while Maya insisted on jumping endlessly on my belly. And I suddenly felt the bile rising in the back of my throat. No, I didn't really throw up. Thank whoever may be out there, for my iron stomach.

“Help! I'm being sat on by a demon baby!” I shouted

My mother poked her head around the corner to see what was going on, only to roll her eyes, smile and walk back into the living room

“Thanks for the help!” I shouted after her.

“You're welcome!” Came the reply.

I turned back to Maya who was literally making my breakfast come back up.

“OK! OK! I'll make you a smoothie if you get off” I offered, laboring to breathe.

Maya got off and I hobbled off into the kitchen to make myself and Maya a smoothie.

A loud ringing of the doorbell interrupted my giggling as Maya and myself hid away from Catherine, Alex and Crystal, who were the ones that were ringing.

You see, we were hiding from them, partly because I didn't want to get dressed, but mostly because we were hyper on sugar. It wasn't our fault that mother had left the cake and pies unattended.

So here we were, hiding in Maya's large play house that was in her playroom. We heard footsteps up the stairs and the door open.

“Addy! I know you're in here! I want to hide too” Alex's voice came.

I opened the door and let her into the small house. We giggled and waited for Catherine and Crystal to come up and find us.

“Come on out Dell!” Catherine called.

“Yeah. Either we'll find you. Or the man- eating otters will!” Crystal added.

Que Catherine face palm and Alex's stifled laughter. Crystal and her silly obsession with baby animals. Alex and I were completely busting a gut, so much so that we failed to keep our laughter quiet for much longer.

“They’re in the house!” Crystal exclaimed as they heard us

“No, we're not” I said

“Yes, you are!” Catherine stated

“Can't touch this” I sang quietly to Alex who laughed harder, if possible.

“What did you say?!” Catherine and Crystal asked loudly

“Nothing!” We replied.

I counted down and we busted down the door, running out of the room with Maya asleep on the little bed in the house.

“Can't touch this!” I sang loudly causing both Catherine and Crystal to laugh.

“That's what you said!” Crystal exclaimed.

We ran into my room and collapsed on my bed and floor, laughing too hard.

“W-when do you l-leave?” Alex stuttered out as she tried to calm her laughter.

“In about six days.” I replied, taking in air.

“Cathy asked mother if she could go, I think mother will let her though. I'd love to go” Alex said to me.

“You’re just too young Al. You'll be going soon enough” I reminded her.

“Yeah, I know. Then Lily and I can go together!” Alex said brightly.

“Yeah, we'll be back soon enough for Christmas and then spring breaks. Three years from now you can go too” I told her.

“I know. But it's going to feel like forever!” She emphasized the “Forever” in the sentence.

“I know!”

“Alright Alex. We need to get Dell ready, so out you go.” Catherine said as they walked in.

“Yeah. Come on, Delly!” Crystal Smirked. This was never a good sign.

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ladyofwisteria · 3 years

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Chapter 2: Ceremony Catastrophe

~Inside the Mirror Chamber~

Dozens of people started murmuring to themselves and others as they saw the headmaster leave during the middle of the dorm assignment ceremony, they are eventually interrupted when one of the six (five one of them was a floating tablet) people that stood directly near the mirror let out a loud "Ahem!" that made everyone turned towards them. One of them a short red-haired man spoke up first.

"Is that all for new student dorm assignment?" he paused waiting for anyone who hasn't speak up "Listen up, new students. Here in Heartslabyul, I am the rules. Break them." he pauses again "and it's off with your head."

The next to speak up was a man with lion ears "Uuuugghh. Is this stuffy ceremony is finally over? We're going back to the dorm. Savanaclaw, follow me."

"To the new students, congratulations on entering the academy. Enjoy your life here to its fullest." The silver-haired man with glasses spoke up "As the dormitory leader of Octavinelle. I will support you to the best of my ability."

"By the way, where did the Dean go? He flew out right in the middle of the ceremony..." said a beautiful man with short blond hair with purple tips.

"Abandoning his post..." said the tablet

"Did he get a stomach-ache or something?" the tan-skinned boy with silver hair and red eyes question which got everyone murmuring again.

Not a few seconds later the door slammed opened revealing the headmaster, a tied-up cat, and another person wearing the same cloak.

~Third person pov~

Crowley, Grim, and Alice entered the room greeted by a large number of people wearing the same hood I was in. Alice thought she must have quite the imagination to think up this many people.

While most of the noticeable people in the crowd had no disguising features the six men seemed to strike more to me, well five one of them was a floating tablet

"Not at all!" Crowley spoke up as we entered

"Ah, he's here"

"I cannot believe you all. We were missing one new student, so I went to find them." Crowly turned to me "You are the only one yet to be assigned a dormitory. I shall watch over the raccoon, now step in front of the Dark Mirror." He said jerking the cord holding Grim as he was still struggling in getting out.

So, Alice just steps in front of a mirror and then what, 'will I wake up or will this dream get even weirder than it already had.' Alice thought to herself

"State thy name"

"A...Alice Weaver"

"EHHHHHHHH!" Everyone in the room let out in shock.

"Isn't Alice a girl's name?"

"This is an all-boys school right; how did a girl get accepted?"

"Did the carriage make a mistake?"

"Headmaster, there must have been a mistake, this is an all-boys school!"

"Not necessary, while yes this is an all-boy school there are no rules stating girls aren't allowed to attend, we have had a few women in the academy before the last being seventy-five years ago" Crowley corrected

"The shape of thy soul is...... I do not know."

"Come again?"

"There is a faint spark in this one... but is locked, deep in their soul...I can not see the color nor the shape. Therefore, they are suited for no dormitory."

"WHAT!" the students including Crowley yelled again students begin to mumble about this bizarre event.

"If that's the case, then I'll take her place" Grim who had finally gotten out of his restrains declared

"Stay right there! Racoon dog!"

"Unlike this dumb human, I can use magic! Let me the school instead! If you need proof, I'll show you right now!"

"Everyone, get down!"

Grim did a large inhale and Alice got ready to book it but not taking the length of the cloak into effect the cloak got caught under her foot and almost fell off the stand, Alice braced herself but crashed into someone preventing her from hitting the floor just as Grim let out an array of flames setting the venue and someone's ass on fire, and everyone running in panic.

"S... Sorry" Alice replied opening her eyes to see herself on top of a man with tan skin, bright green eyes, long messy brown hair, and...lion ears.

"Just get off my stomach," he said in a tired but angry tone, she quickly jumped off the man while he made little effort in getting up.

"At this rate, the school will be a sea of fire!" Crowley starts to panic "Somebody, catch that Raccoon Dog"

"Hmm? Aren't you good at hunting? Doesn't it look like a nice plump snack?" The beautiful man questioned the man with lion ears

"Why don't you do it yourself"

"Mr. Crowley" The silver-haired man with the glasses spoke up "Please leave it to me. I'm sure the others couldn't stomach harassing the poor creature, so I will take it upon myself.

Alice couldn't help but notice but when he said that he would de it himself his enthusiastic smile turned a bit sadistic.

"That's Azul for you. Always try to earn himself points." The person communicating through the tablet replied

"Are you all even listening!?" Crowley panicked not even trying to help quell the situation.

"If it's just catching some stupid raccoon, can't you do it yourself, Teach?" The lion eared man questioned earning him a glare from Mr. Crowley

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not a raccoon! the Great Grim that will become the magician is me!" Grim complained

"It certainly has Moxie. Care to help me, Riddle?" the silver-haired identified as Azul asks turning to the red-haired man.

"I can't overlook those who break rules. Let's hurry and get it."

Hearing that Grim booked it out of the mirror room the moment he saw Azul and Riddle rushing towards him leaving everyone staring as the two ran out of the room chasing the cat.

"Umm, hey, could someone put out my butt fire already" the man in the Turban broke the silence

Oh yeah, that guy's butt was still on fire.... Wait

'It's been how many minutes and nobodies helped him yet' Alice thought to herself

Alice quickly ran over to the poor guy and ripped the cloak off of him toss it to the ground and preceded to stomp out the flame of course forgetting about my clock again and it got caught on fire as well. Quickly she tore off the cloak and tossed it into the plie and resumed stomping out the fire revealing her long black hair, slim figure, light peach skin, light pink lips, and piercing Amethyst colored eyes.

As the result, almost all the boys in the crowd were blushing profusely.

"N..no way it is a girl" "And a really cute one" were some of the whispers she managed to hear

This quickly ended with an "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

A few seconds later both Riddle and Azul returned with Grim with a wired black and red collar around his neck

"Laws of the Queen of Hearts Number 23: 'One shall never bring a cat into a festival.' You being a cat means you've broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once." Riddle stated

"I'm not a cat!! I'll burn this collar right up..." He tried to use his fire but realized he couldn't "E, eh? I can't use my fire!"

"Hmph! You won't be using any magic until I remove the collar. Just like an ordinary cat."

"Wh-what?! I'm not some pet!"

"Wow" Azul spoke up "As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle. I want it..." That comment resulted in Riddle giving Azul a really angry look "No, I wouldn't ever want that cast on me."

"Now then... Miss Weaver" Mr. Crowley put me on the spot again "Do something about your familiar!"

"But" Alice tried to get a word in only for him to interrupt me again.

"Because of you, the welcoming ceremony was almost ruined," He stopped hoping this time I could get something in but

"Your familiar not only destroy one of the coffins but almost destroy parts of the facility and almost injured several students!"

Alice tried to say something again. "While the coffin was not heavily damaged, have you not thought of the cost of repairs for the facilities and lawsuit compensation"

She had just about enough before he could continue "MR. CROWLEY!" Alice yelled

Everyone was in complete silence and shocked.

"So, the kitten has fang" the Lion-eared man Leona spoke up with a smirk

"Umm, can I just say something?"

Mr. Crowley snapped out of his shock stare "*sigh* Very well then, what is it"

"He's not my familiar"

"It's not"

"Yes, that's what I have been trying to tell you"

"Y-you did?" Mr. Crowley cleared his throat and took Grim from Riddle "Anyway, let's get it out of the school at any rate. We won't turn you into stew. For I am gracious."

He began walking out with Grim struggling to get out of his grip.

"Gyaaa! Let me go! I'm going to, going to... Become the greatest magician!" he yells as his voice begun fading.

'I wonder why he was so desperate'

A few seconds later Crowley came back. "We had a bit of trouble along the way, but this brings the entrance ceremony to a close. Dormitory Heads, please show the new students back to the dormitories." He stops for a bit and looks around in confusion. ".. Hm? Now that I think about it, I don't see the leader for Diasomnia, Mr. Draconia around at all..."

"That's no different from usual is it?"

"What? Did nobody tell him about the ceremony?"

"If you're going to complain, you should've done it yourself"

"Hmmm. But I don't really know anything about that guy."

Again, the students below begun to murmur.

"By Draconia...Do they mean "that" Malleus Draconia?", "Is he seriously attending this school?", "Scary..."

"I was correct." An unknown voice causing everyone to turn the source to see a young-looking man with dark hair with magenta streaks. Alice was a bit surprised as the man just appeared out of thin air right beside her.

"I thought he might come but Malleus didn't. It seems the invitation "never arrived' again."

"My deepest apologies. I promise, we didn't intend to exclude you". "His aura makes it hard to approach him." Both Azul and Riddle apologized.

"It's fine. Members of the Diasomnia Dormitory can come with me... I hope this doesn't upset him..." before he leaves with the respected dorm he stops in front of Alice and turns to face her.

"It's been a while since some from your family had been accepted here" He whispered to her and walked off to join his group.

Alice wanted to stop him to question what he meant but just like he appeared had vanished before she could.

Eventually, every student left leaving Alice and Crowley were the only ones left.

"Then, miss Alice, I'm terribly sorry about this but... We must have you leave the school. Those without any talent for magic cannot be allowed to attend class here, even if they have only a faint bit of magic. There's no need to worry. The Dark Mirror will send you directly back from whence you came.

"Fine by me, this was a long a wired dream anyway, I just glad to get this over with and wake up back in my bed" Alice replied with a bit of annoyance

"A dream? I can ensure you this is no dream, now enter the Gate, and picture your home clearly in your mind."

Alice walked into the coffin 'Gate' and as Crowley close the lid on her she had begun to think of her home, and her family.

"Oh, Dark Mirror! Guild this one back to the place they belong!"

"....."

*cricket noise*

"Once more. Oh, Dark Mirror! Guide this..."

"It is nowhere..." the Dark Mirror spoke up

"Eh?" both Crowley and Alice replied as she pokes her head out of the 'Gate'

"The place they belong is nowhere in this world... It does not exist."

Reality began to set in for her this was indeed not a dream and that she was indeed stuck in an unknown world's all-boys magic school.

"What did you say? That is unbelievable! Hmm, well the unbelievable has been on parade today. This is the first time it's ever happened since I become Headmaster, what should be... Where exactly you come from?"

"E...England, I'm from Warwickshire, England"

"I've never heard of that place. I have a general grasp of where all the students came from but I've never even heard that name before. Let's go do some research in the library.

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isadorator · 7 years

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to win the hand of pasithea

y’all, i wrote a draft of this back in january during a cross-continental flight while ridiculously sleep-deprived in order to submit it on time for a flash exchange. i only just now finished it, thanks to @crispypata‘s beta work. @clairelutra THIS IS FOR YOU, THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND SUPPORT, PLEASE ENJOY (also on ao3)

In which there’s this really great, kinda dark akuma that gets absolutely no screentime because there are kwami to save, freakouts to be had, and teenage shenanigans to steal the show.

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Ladybug cleansed the akuma, watching it fly free with a smile on her face. It journeyed to a rooftop garden that ran wild with red and black roses.

Chat Noir emerged from the shadows and slid up to her, tail swaying lazily from side-to-side. He shot her a teasing smile. “Well, that was fast. We didn’t even get to use our powers.”

“We were lucky,” said Ladybug. She hooked her yoyo back onto her hip, her eyes scanning the evening horizon before lingering on the streak of light that was the Eiffel Tower. “I saw the akuma landing on the victim, so…”

“What a coincidence, so did I!” Chat leaned into her space, eyes lidding suggestively as he spoke in her ear. “I wonder just how close we were, my lady.”

Ladybug pinched his nose and gently shook his head.

“Too close for naughty kitties like you,” she quipped before pushing him back.

Chat blinked as he rocked back on his heels, as if he couldn’t believe that she could give back as good as she got. Then he broke into a grin, looking completely undeterred by her deflection.

“Nobody’s purrfect,” he said. “But you love me anyway.”

“Hmmm, do I?” asked Ladybug, tapping her chin in mock thought. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

Chat opened his mouth—no doubt delighted at the chance to list all his qualities that his lady must find lovable, surely—before his ears flicked up and to his left. His head followed, gaze landing on a tree bordering a park.

He smirked and ran to the edge of the rooftop, Ladybug quickly following his lead.

“Well,” he began, leaping to the next building. “I’m selfless. Here I am, with the precious opportunity to spend time with you, and I use it to save a cat stuck in a tree.”

“There’s a cat down there?” Ladybug asked. They landed in the park and headed towards the tree Chat eyed earlier.

“Yup, heard it crying from the roof.” Chat put a hand to his heart as they ran, looking distant even as he searched for the cat’s location in the tree’s branches. “I must be so generous and heroic to rescue this poor kitty.”

“Humble, too,” Ladybug said dryly, smiling when she heard Chat’s chuckle.

She stopped at the foot of the tree, watching as Chat Noir ran right up the trunk and into its shadowed canopy, arms stretched out behind him.

Ladybug rolled her eyes (A Naruto run? Really?) while Chat landed on the same branch as the cat.

It was a dirty stray, young and thin, but oddly trusting of Chat’s beckoning fingers.

“That’s it,” he murmured, taking the kitten in his arms. Chat scratched under its chin, just like Ladybug was prone to do to him.

He hopped down, a few loose leaves drifting around him as he landed. Grinning, he pressed his cheek against the kitten’s and turned to face Ladybug. “Another reason you love me: I’m practically twins in cuteness with this little guy.”

Ladybug shook her head, feeling another smile tug at her lips as she walked forward. She petted the kitten, making sure to scratch behind its ears.

“You two must be fraternal twins because you’re way more handsome,” she cooed to the kitten. “Aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

“Me-ouch,” said Chat. He pouted, ears flattening against his head. He looked like Manon whenever she was going home but didn’t want to leave.

Laughing, Ladybug reached up with her other hand and petted Chat’s cat ears. He leaned into her touch, eyes closing in bliss as he hummed his pleasure.

“Don’t worry, kitty. You’re still my favourite,” she teased.

When he opened his eyes, they took in cool moonlight and warm streetlight to reflect a soft, green glow, making his knowing smile all the more…

(Enchanting, Ladybug thought before quickly pretending she never did.)

Suddenly, the space between them felt both too close and too, too far.

“I’m your favourite because you love me,” said Chat.

No hesitation. No question in his voice.

Ladybug was hyperaware of her fingers tangled in the fluffy strands of his blond hair, of his leathery cat ear flicking against her palm. She let her hand lower, pushing back his hair to trace the shell of his human ear.

Somehow, it didn’t help her think.

“I…” Ladybug couldn’t turn away from his steady gaze, his sure smile. “Chat, that’s…”

Gently, still looking into her eyes (admiring her), he took one hand away from the kitten and wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her closer.

Even though he telegraphed every movement, Ladybug still felt shaken, taking her hand away from the kitten to brace herself against his chest. Almost unwillingly, her other hand carded through his hair before gripping it, fingers curling as she swallowed dryly.

“If you ever said ‘no’, I would have stopped flirting with you,” Chat told her. She could feel the rumble of his words in his chest, his belt tail curling loosely around her calf. She tried not to think about why she wasn’t moving away. “But you don’t say that. You say ‘later’ and ‘not right now’, and sometimes… sometimes you flirt back.”

Ladybug had already prepared answers for this, she knew.

(This was just their way of interacting, ever since Hawk Moth started terrorizing Paris and they needed to distract themselves from the fear, the panic, the weight of their responsibilities.)

(This was just a bit of fun and she knew Chat would stop, if she said the word.)

(This was just the mask and the feeling of boldness it gave her, like she was the type of person who would never allow the likes of Chloé Bourgeois push her around for years.)

(This was just Chat with a tiny crush, one he was content not to seriously pursue in a way that she, in his place, never could be.)

Her excuses were all true and all lies.

“…I like it,” Ladybug finally admitted. “No one’s ever treated me the way you do.”

Chat seemed satisfied with her answer. He leaned forward, and she really thought he would try to kiss her.

(Ladybug remembered a spell broken by tasting black lips, how she carefully forgot that it lasted longer than she meant it to.

She didn’t know what to do with wanting to kiss him back.)

Instead, Chat rested his forehead on hers, the hard bridge of his mask pressing against her nose.

“I’d treat you like a queen, if you let me love you,” he said. Ladybug sucked in a startled breath.

She’d been confessed to before…but not like this.

(Not by her partner.)

“Let me love you,” he repeated, his tone low and patient. The kitten wiggled free from Chat’s grip, dropping to the ground as Chat stepped closer. The space between their bodies disappeared and Chat cupped Ladybug’s nape, tilting her head up.

She could feel his breath on her face, washing over her skin. Her hand slid up from his chest to tangle itself in his hair.

The truth she kept denying for so long sprang from Chat’s mouth, the shape of the words brushing against her lips.

“You already love me,” he murmured, eyes hooded as Ladybug, heart pounding in her throat, stood on her toes and pulled him down.

Her kiss had barely landed, chaste and bright and sweet, when a loud crash sounded behind them. They pulled apart, letting go of each other to face—

A wide-eyed Chat Noir on the other side of the empty street, sprawled on the floor of an alley and covered in the trash from the garbage cans he tripped into.

Ladybug took a step back into the park, away from the street, away from the Chat she’d kissed and the Chat she didn’t, eyes darting between them.

“Are you an akuma?” she asked them both, her chest squeezing at the idea that her Chat’s confession (a faint dream she’d never admit to having) was a lie.

The Chat in the alley stood up, paying no mind to the banana peel that fell off his head. He took in a shuddering breath as he flexed his claws.

“He’s not,” said the alley Chat, voice hoarse. Suddenly, he ran forward. “CATACLYSM!!”

The last time Ladybug felt time slow down like this, Ivan and Mylène were both falling off the Eiffel Tower and Stoneheart’s akuma was flying away from her again.

Like then, her brain worked in overdrive as the bubbling darkness of destruction gathered around the alley Chat’s hand. A plan came together in her mind, one that would save her, her Chat, and the kitten hiding behind her legs in the few precious seconds left.

But she forgot to account for Chat Noir’s nature. Just as she scooped up the kitten in her arm and reached out to haul her Chat to safety…he pushed her away.

And the Cataclysm landed on him.

“NO!” Ladybug screamed, horror and fury and grief twisting her voice into something inhuman. The kitten jumped from her slackened grip as she rushed forward, punching the other Chat away and embracing her Chat.

She never witnessed Cataclysm’s effects on a person before. But now she knew in gruesome detail, in the worst possible way.

The spell ate away at her Chat, sucking the life from his body until everything he ever was turned to dust, ashy and black as it—he—Chat—slipped through her fingers.

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Marinette woke with an earth-shattering scream.

(her chat, her kitty, her world was gone, gone, gone—)

She gasped as someone grabbed her shoulders, trying to steady her as she blinked away tears and…sand?

“Marinette, it’s okay! It was a dream! It was just a dream, please—” Chat pleaded—Chat!

Quick as the buzz of a ladybug’s wings, Marinette latched onto Chat, nearly pulling him into her bed as she hugged him and tried not to sob into his shoulder.

“You’re alive,” she whimpered.

Marinette felt his tense frame relax as he hugged her back, cheek nuzzling her temple.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. He tried not to press too much of his weight on her as he half-crouched over her covers. “Sorry I scared you.”

Chat’s claws caught on her night shirt, lightly scratching her sides, and it shocked Marinette back to reality. She quickly sniffed and pulled away, wiping at her tears as she avoided looking Chat in the eye.

“Wh-what… whatareyoudoinghere?” she asked in a rush, trying to slip into the role of oblivious, unattached citizen. The only time Chat had been in her bedroom was when the Puppeteer stole her dolls, so… “Is there an akuma?”

Chat’s cat ears flattened. Giving her space, he sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. His tail flicked out before curling up in his hand, settling there as he fidgeted with it, ignoring the beep that sounded out from his ring.

“…Yeah,” he finally said. “There’s an akuma named Hypnos that wants to put the whole world to sleep. He used his sand to cast a spell. It traps sleeping people in sweet dreams, so he can gather the energy he needs to make the spell bigger. It’s already covered most of Paris.”

Marinette looked down in thought, before blinking in surprise. Golden sand covered her blanket, glittering in the faint sunlight streaming through her balcony window.

“Everyone who was asleep when the spell hit is stuck that way,” Chat continued, rubbing the back of his neck. Then his lips stretched into a sheepish grin, crooked and honest, and it tangled a knot in Marinette’s stomach. “I, ah… I was awake when it happened, so it won’t work on me as long as I don’t go to sleep. And you too, now that you’re awake.”

“I was sleeping,” she said slowly. Her mouth felt dry and her hands itched to touch Chat, but there was an akuma. She needed to think. “How did you break the spell?”

(Because I feel like I’m still under one, she didn’t say as he turned his bright, mischievous eyes on her.)

“Well, princess,” Chat began with a sly quirk of his lips. “As your knight, I broke it with true—”

He faltered suddenly, words lost as the skin bordering his mask flushed red. He reached jerkily for his chest, tugging off a necklace Marinette hadn’t noticed before.

It was an amulet, with a chain made of bones and a pendent carved from ivory. Etched into the pendent was something that looked like a gate, surrounded by ancient Greek letters.

“I-I mean, I swiped this from Hypnos,” he said quickly. “It lets you walk in someone’s dream. The only way to break the spell without cleansing the akuma is to turn a sweet dream into a…nightmare.”

Turn fighting next to Chat, talking happily with Chat, Chat holding her, Chat finally confessing, her kissing Chat into…Chat destroyed by his own magic spell, dead and dust and gone.

“Oh,” said Marinette.

“Yeah,” said Chat, wincing. “Sorry again.”

She bit her lip, trying not to remember that awful scene (trying not to think about Chat being her sweet dream), when a thought occurred to her.

“W-wait, ‘walking in someone’s’…” Marinette paled before launching herself at Chat, gripping his shoulders with white knuckles. “CHAT, DID YOU SEE MY DREAM?!”

He leaned away, unable to look her in the eye as his blush spread down to his collar. He ignored the second beep from his ring. “Uh, well…”

This was it. This was how Marinette’s life ended.

“Oh my god,” she said, letting go of Chat to pull on her pigtails. “Oh my god!”

“Sorry,” he repeated, unhelpfully.

Marinette dropped her head in her hands and moaned. “The one time I don’t dream about Adrien, this happens.”

“…What?”

Nonononono. “I SAID WOW I GUESS YOU KNOW I’M LADYBUG NOW HAHAHAHA.”

Wait. Shit. Tikki was going to kill her.

“Actually,” Chat began, cutting through Marinette’s panic. He scratched his cheek. “I…already knew you were Ladybug before I came here.”

Marinette stared. Chat squirmed under her gaze, laughing nervously.

“I mean, I’ve known for a couple of days now…I was going to tell you!” he insisted. “I just…hadn’t thought of the best way to break the news.” He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. “Surprise?”

Marinette’s fingers grasped at the air as she tried to find the right words through her shock. She finally settled on, “HOW?!”

“I just…put it together,” he said. “Don’t think anyone but I could have, to be honest.” His eyes softened as he looked back at her, the edges of his lips curling up into a smile. “No one knows you the way I do, buginette.”

Marinette stared back, wide-eyed and more flustered than she would have ever allowed herself to be before—

(you already love me)

—she sighed and rubbed at her temple. “You’ve been dying to call me that, haven’t you?”

That impossible, heart-palpitating smile gave way to the biggest shit-eating grin she’d seen out of Chat yet.

“Ladybug, Marinette—I can’t believe I managed to hit on the perfect pun on your name before I even knew it!” he crowed. Chat leaned forward on his hands, getting uncomfortably close to Marinette as he boasted, “We really are meant to—to…”

His breath fanned her face again, intimate and warm. But, unlike in her dream, Marinette saw Chat’s nervous gulp, felt sweat gathering on her palms. Here, in reality, his eyes told her that he was just as afraid as she was.

Still, still, it didn’t stop them from wanting more, from edging closer—

The third beep from Chat’s Miraculous snapped them to attention. Marinette scrambled away, nearly falling off her bed, while Chat straightened up and…finger-gunned her.

“T-to, uh, save your kwami! From the akuma! Is definitely what I meant to say!” Chat squeaked, his blush returning with a vengeance.

Marinette glanced over at Tikki, still sleeping peacefully on the head of her cat pillow. Golden sand floated around Tikki’s head, forming indistinct shapes before settling back into a slow-moving cloud.

A good superhero thought with her head. Shoving down the messy emotions and revelations this morning brought her, Marinette gently picked Tikki up and cradled her kwami in her hands.

“Is she going to be okay?” Marinette asked. She tried not to start when Chat laid a hand on her shoulder.

“She will be, as soon as I can break the spell,” he told her. “Which means I’ll have to go inside her dream.”

Marinette glanced sharply at Chat. “Don’t you mean ‘we’?”

“No, me,” he said, shaking his head. “As long as your kwami is asleep, she can’t hear you. And if she can’t hear you, you can’t transform.”

Squaring her shoulders, Marinette glared. “Even without powers, I can still help.”

“I know, but—”

“Tikki is my kwami, and I’m going to help her whether you like it or not!”

Chat held up his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay. We’ll go together,” he said. His ring beeped for the fourth time. “Rrrright after I feed my kwami.”

Marinette sighed and pointed to the hatch that lead to the rest of the house. “The kitchen is downstairs. I’ll stay up here until you’re ready to go.”

Pausing in the middle of getting up, Chat turned back to look at her with surprise.

“Aren’t you going to come too?” he asked, looking bewildered.

Marinette bit the inside of her cheek and glanced down at his ring. There were no toe beans left on the paw print. They didn’t have time for this.

“No, Chat,” she said.

Falling back to sit on the bed, Chat reached out to take her hand. “But—Marinette, I thought—now that I know, we could…I could—”

She closed her other hand around his, squeezing it between them, intensely aware of how little time he had left, but still reluctant to let go.

“Your safety is more important to me than learning who are behind your mask,” she told him honestly. Then gulped.

Chat seemed…exposed, suddenly. He looked at her like she held his heart instead of his hand.

(But wasn’t it the other way around?)

“No matter how much I want to know,” Marinette finished. She gave his hand one last squeeze before releasing and gently pushing him away. “So, get going already.”

He nodded slowly and stood up, glancing back as he walked down to the hatch, yelping when his ring gave its final beep. He raced ahead with a flash of green light and Marinette lay back on her bed, sighing at the ceiling.

Chat Noir, unmasked, was raiding her kitchen while her kwami, her parents, and probably most of Paris were dead to the world.

And she was in love with him.

Picking up a pillow, Marinette shoved it into her face and screamed long and hard before dramatically throwing it away.

No time to deal with her fickle heart now. She had to use her reliable, not-at-all-traitorous-and-baffling brain. And it told her that, to save Tikki, she needed proper footwear.

Marinette spent an agonizingly long time in front of her dresser, contemplating what to wear. She kept drifting towards the prettier, more flattering pieces before she finally pinched herself and pulled out her normal outfit and shoes.

This wasn’t a date, this was a rescue mission, and she needed to pull herself together.

So intent on repeating this to herself as she pulled off her pyjama shirt, Marinette didn’t notice her hatch door opening until it was too late.

“Buginette~! Thanks for—”

They both froze as Chat’s slit eyes met Marinette’s, her shirt still tangled around her forearms.

Then the hatch slammed shut and Marinette belatedly covered her chest, mortified beyond belief.

“S-SORRY!” Chat’s muffled voice shouted through the hatch. “SORRY, I SHOULD HAVE KNOCKED, SORRY, I’M SO SORRY!!”

Marinette wanted to tell him that it was okay, but the words kept coming out as a strangled moan of horror, so she busied herself with changing as quickly as possible.

She spent another much needed minute to scream into another pillow before marching over to the hatch and opening it.

Chat was sitting on the steps, face in his hands and cat ears drooping. He looked up as the hatch opened, face and neck completely red.

“Um,” he started to say, but Marinette did not want to go into detail about how Chat Noir, her partner and second-but-equal-love-of-her-oh-god-why-was-this-her-life, had definitely, with 100 percent certainty, seen her shirtless. She grabbed onto one of his cat ears and pulled him into her room, ignoring his yelp.

“W-we’ll talk about your bad manners later!” she said, wincing at how shrill she sounded. “Right now, Tikki is more important!”

“Right, of course,” Chat echoed before pulling the amulet out of his pocket. “Can you grab her?”

Marinette raced up the steps to her bed, gingerly picked up Tikki, then raced back down…and tripped over her own feet.

But instead of falling flat on her face and possibly injuring Tikki, Chat caught her by her shoulders. His grip on her was firm, steady. When she slowly looked up, he seemed just as surprised as her. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing.

Hastily standing up, Marinette laughed and tried not to cringe at the embarrassment singularity that was her existence.

She wanted to say ‘Thank you’ and ‘Nice catch’, but the two phrases stumbled over each other, coming out as, “Nice you.”

Chat blinked in confusion and Marinette burned.

“I mean you’re nice!” she blurted out before actually cringing. “No, I mean! I mean—” It’s just Chat, not Adrien, get it together!! “Thanks. For catching me.”

There was an odd little half-smile on Chat’s slightly less red face and a fondness in his eyes that did awful, awful things to her heart.

“No problem, Marinette,” he said, letting her go. He placed the necklace around his neck, the amulet hanging down around his ribs. He tilted his head. “Uh. There’s only one amulet, so I guess we’ll have to…share.”

It made sense. The chain was long enough to loop around both their heads at the same time.

But it wasn’t long enough for them to avoid standing very, very close.

Looking down at Tikki, Marinette gathered her courage and stepped into Chat’s personal space until she was pressed up against him. When he looped the chain over her head, claws brushing against her hair, she realized she forgot to put them in pigtails.

But all that paled to how Chat looked at her, soft and vulnerable in a way that had her squirming.

He took the amulet, pendant clutched firmly in his hand.

“Ready, my lady?” he asked.

Despite the awkwardness and the feelings swirling in her gut, Marinette smiled and nodded.

“Always, kitty,” she said.

Chat smiled back before touching the amulet to Tikki’s forehead.

The world washed out around them, Tikki disappearing from her hands. Marinette steadied herself against Chat just as it snapped back into focus, showing an entirely different picture.

Under an endless blue sky, a golden desert stretched out, the heat from the sun pressing down on them. They were in front of the unmistakeable pyramids of Giza, in better shape than any photo Marinette remembered seeing.

“I don’t think you’re dressed for this,” she said, eyeing Chat’s completely black supersuit. Not that it didn’t look good on him, but—

Marinette shook her head to clear the very unappreciated thought, blinking as her gaze landed on the amulet. It was split in two, one half hanging from a chain around each of their necks.

“It’s not a literal cheese wonderland, so I’m okay with that,” said Chat. Ignoring his own odd comment, he knelt down, offering his back for her to cling to. “Your chariot awaits, mademoiselle.”

…Just how many times would he wrap his kindness in the cheesiest lines imaginable?

Giggling, Marinette clambered onto his back, her heart leaping into her throat as he easily rose up. His hands firmly gripped the undersides of her knees, claws resting gently over her pants, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Chat turned his head slightly, his cheek brushing against hers, and Marinette wondered if she would ever get used to this.

“Hang on!” he shouted, before sprinting for the pyramids. Marinette struggled not to whoop in excitement, opting to rest her chin on Chat’s shoulder and smile.

His pace was strong and steady and fast, like the way her heart beat now when he was with her.

“I’m glad you have my back,” she whispered, warmly. Chat stumbled, slipping on sand before regaining his speed. From her angle, she could see how quickly his ears turned red.

“I-I’m less glad when you’re on mine,” he shot back, and Marinette ruffled his hair in retaliation, delighted beyond words.

#isafic #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #check out the ao3 version for the bloopers lol #MAN I'M SO GLAD THIS FIC IS DONE I CAN FINALLY MOVE ON #RAREPAIR FILLS HERE I COME

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Hello, it´s a little strange for me to ask for my own birthday present, but I´ll try anyway. My b-day is on 16th of February and I´d love me some "it would have happened anyway" in Panem AU or historical Everlark, rated M. Thank you for this wonderful blog!

Happy birthday @madamemarquise! It is always okay with us to send in your own ask. ;) We hope your day is amazing! Here is your ‘It would have happened anyway’ ficlet, courtesy of the very talented @xerxia31. Enjoy!

Destiny

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The day of Peeta Mellark’s last reaping dawnedgloriously, with a pink-and-gold sunrise sliding back to reveal blue skies, anda soft breeze fluttering through the open windows. But he couldn’t enjoy it,and not just because he was holed up in the bakery, toiling in front of theovens.

He couldn’t enjoy it because he was terrifiedabout Katniss, the girl he’d had a crush on since forever. It would be her lastreaping too, one way or another.

It was the another thought that had himso worked up.

Peeta had spent three-quarters of his lifewatching Katniss Everdeen. Watching the sweet, vibrant girl who sang like anangel - but was forced to grow up far too fast - turn into a strong, independent,often-scowling woman. In the years since her father died, in the years sincethat gut-wrenching day she’d appeared at the back of the bakery, skeletal andwith eyes already dead, Katniss had learned to take care of herself and herfamily. And Peeta had been watching. He knew each time she took out tesserae,had been mentally counting her slips in the reaping bowls for six long years.And this year, her name was in the reaping twenty-eight times. Twenty-eight!

The odds, he knew, were not in her favour.

His own seven slips seemed paltry by comparison.Truthfully, he’d never really worried about reaping day, not after the firstfew times anyway. Not once he realized that the kids being called were almostalways Seam. Blond merchant heads appeared on the podium only very rarely.

A soft tap on the back door shook him from hisreverie, and a gentle smile tugged at his lips. He pulled open the door to findher standing on the back stoop, cheeks flushed pink and long black braid tuckedunder a cap. “Good morning, Peeta,” she said softly, and his smile widened.

Though they’d been classmates their entirelives, Peeta had never spoken to Katniss until a year and a half ago. Oh, shecame to the kitchen door frequently before that, trading squirrels and greensfor bakery bread, but she’d always traded with his father while Peeta tried notto get caught staring. But a year and a half ago, everything changed.

A year and a half ago, District 12 changed.

And Gale Hawthorne was to blame.

“Good morning, Katniss,” Peeta said, usheringher into the kitchen. She glanced around; out of habit, he thought. There wasno longer anyone to fear in the Mellark Bakery kitchen. Not since the measlesoutbreak that killed Peeta’s mother and middle brother eighteen months ago. Thesame outbreak that had left dozens dead, merchant and miner alike. The outbreakthat cost the Hawthorne family two children and apparently drove the eldestHawthorne child quite mad.

“I, uhm. I brought some cheese to trade,” she said,not quite meeting his eyes. He liked how shy she could be. Growing up, she’dseemed aloof; certainly the rest of their classmates thought she was stuck-up.But that wasn’t it. She was simply cautious and reserved. But she’d begun todrop her walls around him, started to let him see who she really was. And headored that girl even more than the fierce huntress the rest of the districtsaw.

She produced two perfect little goat cheesesfrom her bag, each carefully wrapped in basil leaves. With the fence thatseparated the district from the surrounding woods electrified 24/7 now, sheseldom had any meat to trade. But her sister made cheese and they grew herbsand Peeta and his father were always happy to trade for those.

Not that Katniss had a lot of other choices.Since the old black market, the Hob, was burned to the ground by Peacekeepersnearly a year and a half ago, the shops in town were the only places left forher to sell to or trade with. Peeta knew she always came to the bakery firstthough. Not the grocer, not Rooba the butcher. To him.

They chatted just a little as they completedtheir trades. On such a fear-fraught day, they stuck to safe subjects - theweather, cheese buns, Prim. Prim was the one topic Peeta could always count onKatniss sparing a few words for. And the one thing that could bring a softsmile to her lush lips. Her smiles were rare, each uptick of her lips he earnedfelt like an accomplishment, he cherished each one.

It had been a long, slow process of buildingtrust to get to the point where she would talk to him about herself, her life,her family. A year and a half of growing together, of gentle coaxing, of neverpushing, and finally he thought she might see him as a friend.

“Peeta,” Katniss said as he was placing thebread and rolls he’d offered in trade into her satchel. He glanced up to meether silver eyes, wondering if she was going to chide him again for putting toomany in the bag. It was a game they played; he tried every time to tuck a fewextra morsels in, knowing how terribly the Everdeens struggled without accessto the woods. Sometimes she’d argue with him about it. More frightening werethe times she wouldn’t. Today, though, her eyes were soft with concern. “Goodluck this afternoon.”

He tried to give her a reassuring smile. Hewanted to tell her that they’d both be fine, but those twenty-eight slipsweighed heavily on his heart. And he wouldn’t lie to her. “You too,” he said.

As she turned to leave, Peeta called out to her.“Katniss?” His voice trembled just slightly. She looked back over her shoulder.“Could I see you tonight, after the Reaping?” She turned fully, her eyessearching his, and he held his breath.

After what felt like an eternity, she nodded.“Okay,” she said simply.

“Okay,” he breathed, relieved. Assuming theyboth survived, Peeta was going to ask Katniss to marry him. Tonight. He’d beenover the books with his father, multiple times, and knew the bakery couldprovide a comfortable life for both of the surviving Mellark sons, and theirfuture families. Knew he could offer Katniss the stability that had been solacking in her life for years. If she would allow it.

Peeta knew Katniss didn’t love him, knew herheart still belonged to Gale Hawthorne. But he also knew she was pragmatic, andwith some persuading she would surely see how much easier it would be for herto care for her mother and sister if she had the bakery’s stability behind her.

He would woo her then, would show her howbeautiful and special she was, shower her with attention and affection. Andmaybe, just maybe, someday she might grow to love him too.

But if that never happened, it would be enoughto have her beside him in friendship, to know that she was safe and fed andcared for. He only hoped he could convince her.

—

Peeta made the short walk from the bakery to thesquare alone, giving the whipping post and stockades a wide berth. After GaleHawthorne and several of his miner cohort rioted, seriously damaging the railline and justice building before disappearing into the woods, new Peacekeeperswere dispatched to District 12, along with new rules. In those first few monthsafter Head Peacekeeper Thread arrived, the whipping posts and stockades andeven the gallows saw a lot of use. Things had calmed down some since then. Thefence was still on, there was still a curfew and heavy patrols, but the torturedevices stood mostly silent.

He checked in and took his place with the othereighteen year old boys up front, closest to the stage. Even as he exchangedgreetings and well wishes his attention was firmly on the pens that held thegirls. Waiting for her. The machine gun waving Peacekeepers, the Capitolcameras, the dignitaries lining the stage, he didn’t notice any of them. Heonly had eyes for Katniss.

She arrived with fewer than five minutes tospare, straight-spined and stoic. But she sought his eyes in the crowd. And shegraced him with a small upturn of her lips.

As always, it was ladies first. Peeta didn’teven hear the name that came from the bowl, only that it wasn’t Katniss, hisKatniss. Relief flooded through him. She was safe from the reaping forever.

The faintest of smiles played across his lips ashe let his mind wander. Let himself envision the future he was going to proposeto her. A future for them both, together.

And then it all came crashing down. Every hopeand dream decimated when Effie Trinket called the name of the male tribute.

Peeta Mellark.

“No!” a voice he knew all too well yelled fromthe pens where the girls stood. It was her scream that ultimately saved him. Hepaused his march of doom, turning back, taking a half dozen steps towards her,trying to see her amidst the throng. He’d only just made eye contact when adeafening blast slammed him, and the children around him, to the cobbles.

Chaos erupted.

Crashes and screams surrounded him, chunks ofdebris rained down. Booted feet large and small scrambled over him as if hewere nothing but trash on the street. He tried to lift his throbbing head, tosee above the bodies around him, but he was woozy and confused. Blood trickleddown his temple and the air was thick with smoke. When a firm hand grabbed hisshoulder, he expected to see Peacekeeper-white hovering over him. Instead, itwas soft blue. Katniss, wearing her mother’s dress and a terrified expression,ash streaking her raven hair. “Get up,” she hissed, tugging at him.

Peeta was barely on his feet before they wererunning. It took every bit of his concentration not to fall as she ranfull-tilt, clutching his hand. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t even figure outwhere they were going as they zig-zagged down alleys and around buildings. Shestopped only when they got to the fence. Peeta’s heart sank. The fence, thebarrier that kept brave, resilient Katniss Everdeen captive in the dulldistrict these days.

But Katniss stood before the fence, panting, andleaned towards it. “What are you-” he started, and she shook her head, laying afinger across her own lips to silence him. She listened, for what he didn’tknow. For five, ten, fifteen seconds, she was still and silent. Then a hint ofa grin lifted her lips.

“It’s off,” she said, and grasped the bottom ofthe chain link. Peeta gasped, but when Katniss wasn’t immediately fried, hehuffed out a relieved breath. “Come on,” she said, holding up the fence enoughfor him to slither under. He was afraid of getting electrocuted, but he was farmore afraid of the Peacekeepers who were surely searching for him. No one hadever escaped the reaping before.

His clothing snagged and tore, but he managed toget under the fence. Katniss followed, taking just a moment to bend the chainlink back into it’s original position. To obscure their route, he thought. “What happened back there?” he gasped.

She didn’t spare him a glance. “An explosion.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.” Then she was towing him again,running nearly as quickly as they had through the district.

She clearly knew where she was heading and knewthe terrain, avoiding obstacles with stunning ease. Peeta, on the other hand,could barely stay on his feet, crashing into every stump, tripping over everyroot. By the time they slowed, he was bruised and aching, sweating andnauseous. Still they continued, the path she chose as convoluted and meanderingas the one through town, crossing over itself multiple times, seeming to circleback over and over. Even in the midst of his terror, he couldn’t help but beimpressed. She wasn’t lost. She was taking every precaution to prevent anyonefrom following their trail.

Perhaps four hours had passed since his name hademerged from the giant glass bowl. They crested a hill, and Peeta found himselflooking down into a verdant green valley in which a perfect jewel of blue wascradled. The ocean, maybe, or a lake. He’d read about them, but had never seenone, not even a picture of one. His breath was sucked away by the intensebeauty of it. “What is this place?” he breathed reverently. They were the firstwords he’d spoken since the fence.

“My father’s lake,” Katniss said simply. “We’llbe safe here.” In another time, in another mindset, he might have pointed outto her that safe didn’t usually mean miles outside the district,surrounded by rabid animals and venomous snakes, hunted by armed Peacekeepers.But his every thought of safety had been shattered when that pink-haired freakpulled his name at the reaping.

For the first time, his brain fully graspedthat. He, Peeta Mellark, a merchant who had never taken tesserae and with onlyseven slips in the bowl, had been reaped. He had been chosen to die.

He didn’t realize he was shaking until shewrapped her arms around him. Katniss Everdeen was hugging him, and he was toodistraught to enjoy it. “You’re in shock,” she said softly, and there was anote of tears in her voice. Perhaps she, too, was only now processing theenormity of what had happened. Of what they’d done. When the Peacekeeperscaught up with them, she’d be killed for her part in his escape. Shot on sightif she was lucky, hauled back to the district for a public execution if shewasn’t.

She had thrown her life away for him.

A choked little noise of misery escaped him andshe pulled back, her glassy eyes searching his own. Then she took his hand andlead him down into the valley.

Even surrounded as they were by lush green treesand birdsong, a landscape of beauty beyond his imagination, Peeta could onlystare at his feet, numb. But when she tugged him into the shadow of a smallbuilding he looked up. A tiny house, made entirely of concrete, standingsentinel on the shore, as strange a sight as he could ever have imagined. Ahouse, here, so far outside the district boundary. “There used to be others,”Katniss said quietly at his confused expression. “There are still somefoundations around the lake.” She led him inside.

The shack was tiny, just a single room with afireplace. No furnishings, no glass in the windows, no door. There was a pileof neatly split wood in the corner and a child-sized twig broom propped againstthe wall. She guided him to sit beside the hearth. “Wait here,” she said,before leaving. He sank to the cement floor, propped against the wall.

She was back quickly, holding a folded piece ofbirch bark. “Drink,” she demanded, pressing the dripping bit of bark into hishands. Holding it, he could see it was a makeshift bowl filled with icy coldwater, and he gulped at it greedily. “Slow down, you’ll make yourself sick,”she muttered, but he didn’t listen. When he’d finished, she darted back out torefill the bowl. “Take off your shirt,” she said as she returned, moving tokneel in front of him. His eyes widened, but he obeyed, hands shaking as eachbutton slipped free. “Hold this.” She pressed the bark into his hands again,then tore a strip from the bottom of his discarded shirt. Any protest died onhis lips when she dipped the bit of fabric into the water he was holding, thenever-so-gently began washing the blood from his injured head.

Peeta had never seen her so closely. He couldcount each faint freckle that kissed her nose, feel her shallow breaths whisperacross his lips. “Why did you do it?”

Her hand stilled momentarily and her eyesflitted to his. Then she looked away and continued cleaning his wound. “Icouldn’t let them take you,” she answered after a long pause.

“Why?”

She shook her head, turning away and tearinganother strip from his shirt. With deft hands, she bound his head, though thebleeding was minimal at that point. She took the bark bowl from his hands andleft the little cabin wordlessly.

Peeta tipped his head back against the roughwall and closed his eyes, breathing hard against the rush of emotion, tooheartsick and hollow to sort out the myriad of feelings. He was nodding offwhen she returned. “Don’t go to sleep,” she said, the gentleness of her voiceat odds with the sharpness of her words. He opened his eyes, lifting an eyebrowat her in confusion. She stood before him, the soot and sweat of their escape washedfrom her face, black hair freed from its braid and dripping onto the shouldersof her dress. Her arms were laden with fruits and greens gathered from thewoods. He marvelled at her resourcefulness. “My - my mother always tells minerswith head wounds that they need to stay awake. Medical protocol.”

In spite of everything, he chuckled. Katnissscowled at him, and he laughed more. She set her armload of fruit onto thehearth. “What are you laughing at?”

“I just got reaped and then blown up. And thenwe ran for hours through woods filled with snakes and rabid animals, andprobably quicksand. There are doubtless a hundred Peacekeepers on their wayright now, Peacekeepers who’ll do heaven knows what to us when they find us.And you’re worried about me falling asleep?” He watched her bite her lip, as ifshe was unwilling to give in to the mirth.

“Shut up and eat your pears,” she snickered,handing him two pieces of fruit.

“Yes, Dr. Everdeen,” he laughed.

They ate in companionable silence, listening tothe song of the forest float in through the doorframe. Every so often, Katnisswould stand and creep to the door or one of the windows on silent feet, lookingout for any sign of Peacekeepers. “You should go back,” Peeta said finally,reluctantly. “While you still can. In all of the chaos, they probably haven’tnoticed you’re missing yet. You…” he swallowed hard. “You could sneak back intothe district. No one would have to know…”

“I’m not leaving you.” Her words were low butforceful.

“We can’t stay out here forever,” he reasoned.

“We’ll find a way,” she said, but her bottom liptrembled.

“Your family,” he started, but she shook herhead, moving away from him to sit on the hearth. Peeta followed.

“I can’t leave you.” Her voice cracked, andPeeta sat beside her, lifting her chin to catch her eyes. He could see herindecision, could feel her regret. He knew how much she loved her sister, howterrified she must be of what could happen to Prim when Katniss’s absencewas noticed.

“Katniss,” he sighed. “I’m not saying itwouldn’t be hard. But there are other people who need you.”

“You need me,” she cried. “And I-” she stopped,wrenching her chin away from his grasp, dropping her face into her hands.

“You what?” He leaned as close as he dared,spoke softly in her ear. Watched her shiver despite the summer heat. She shookher head again. “Then I’ll just have to fill in the blanks myself,” he said.

He gently pulled her hands away from her face,staring into the shimmering silver pools she’d hidden. Then he cupped her cheekin one large hand. She didn’t resist as he tipped her head and pressed his lipsagainst hers in a soft, questioning kiss. He pulled back quickly, but shechased him, their lips meeting again more confidently. Her fingers curledaround his hand, and she sighed.

He wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh and shoutand sing praises to the heavens. She was kissing him. Katniss Everdeen waskissing him, and making soft little sounds of pleasure as she did.

He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry and screamand curse the unfairness of a world where the girl of his dreams was kissinghim on what could only be the eve of his death, for surely they couldn’t stayforever in their perfect little bubble. Reality would catch up with them sooneror later. He knew only one of them would make it out of this mess alive, and ithad to be her.

She seemed to sense the shift in his mood,breaking their kiss but wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. He pulledher into his lap and buried his face in her hair, his lips just brushing herneck. It felt so impossibly good that he couldn’t let go. And she clung to himwith an unspoken desperation too.

After what felt like hours, Peeta finally spoke,emboldened by the feeling of her small body pressed to his, their heartsbeating together. “I wanted to ask you to marry me.” He felt Katniss tense, buthe didn’t let her pull away. “Today, after the reaping.”

“Why?” It was nothing but a breath, but he heardit.

“You know why,” he said. There was no way shecould have been unaware of his feelings for her, even if he’d never saidanything. For as careful as he’d been not to spook her, not to frighten heraway with the intensity of his love for her, he’d never hidden it either. Overthe year and a half they’d been growing together, he’d been liberal with hissmiles and compliments. And while he’d planned to use the stability he couldhave offered to convince her, there was no longer any stability and no need forsubterfuge. He loved her, plain and simple.

“I never wanted to get married,” she whispered,then fell silent. He sensed she wasn’t done speaking. “But I’d have said yes,Peeta,” she admitted finally. He could feel her tears against his bare chest.Could feel his own tears burning the back of his throat. They clung to eachother in the cement cabin, mourning what could have been. Terrified by what thefuture would bring.

Daylight faded, shrouding them in dim beforefinally plunging them into darkness. Shafts of moonlight wove through her hair,crowning her in silver. He stroked the strands away from her face, admiringher. She wasn’t conventionally pretty; she was far too thin, her figure almostboyish. But with her inky hair and those incredible eyes, she was stunning,captivating. And the fire within her made her beautiful, more radiant than thesun. To him, she was perfect.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead,watched her lips quirk up in contentment. “Why did you help me today, Katniss?”He had to know. Had to know if what was growing between them was real.

“I told you,” she said, avoiding his gaze.

“Please?” He was begging. He needed tounderstand.

She sighed, and for a long time Peeta thoughtshe was going to refuse him still. But finally, she spoke. “You’re mydandelion,” she said. He wrinkled his nose in confusion. But then a memorysurfaced, of standing in the schoolyard, his eye swollen half-shut, catchingher gaze just briefly before looking away. Watching her pick dandelions with alook of sheer determination on her face.

“This…this isn’t about the bread?” he stuttered,horror dawning. “From when we were kids?” She shrugged and he bit back a groan.“I think we can let that go. I mean, you just saved my life.”

“But you didn’t know me. We had never evenspoken. I wouldn’t even have been here to do it if you hadn’t helped me then.And all of those times since, all of the things you’ve given me that I cannever repay.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said softly, hisheart hurting. He loved her, would never use guilt or debt to influence her.“You never have.”

“It’s - no. It’s not that, Peeta. It’s you. Idon’t want to lose you. You - you’re my dandelion, my promise that life can begood, in spite of everything.”

He kissed her again, heart in his throat,delicate wings fluttering in his chest. “Marry me,” he said against her lips.“Here. Tonight. Toast with me, Katniss.” He knew that one night was probablyall they had, but he thought he could die happy knowing she’d been his, if everso briefly. “I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my lifewith you.”

She stroked his cheek, her eyes searching his.“Okay,” she said. “Yes.”

There was no bread for toasting in the littleshack in the woods, no bakery or bread bushes by the lake. But Katniss cut thinslices of apple with her penknife while Peeta lit a fire, kept purposefullysmall to avoid detection.

They knelt beside the flickering flame, handsclasped tightly. Reciting the ancient vows together.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does notboast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking,it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delightin evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, alwayshopes, always perseveres.

They fed each other bites of fire-singed appleand sealed their covenant with kisses and promises. It wasn’t how Peeta hadenvisioned his toasting day, kneeling on a filthy cement floor, shirtless andinjured, with a death sentence over his head. But it was Katniss by his side,Katniss kissing away his tears, Katniss promising him always. And he was happy.

In that moment, he was happy.

It was late, the moon had begun her descent andKatniss was yawning. “We should try to sleep,” Peeta said. “I don’t thinkthey’ll be looking for us in the dark.”

“But your head…” Katniss said.

“I think I’ll be all right.” He couldn’t see herface clearly, but he knew she’d be chewing on her bottom lip, thinking.“Please,” he said softly. “I want to fall asleep holding my wife.”

She kissed him, just lightly, and tugged him tolie beside her in front of the hearth, gone cold again but with the evidence oftheir ceremony still visible. He drew her close, pulling her head down to usehis arm as a pillow, holding her snugly against him. And together they driftedto sleep in their oasis of calm at the eye of the storm.

o-o-o

Peeta jolted awake, his back and neck and headaching, squinting in the soft grey light of dawn. But it wasn’t the pain thathad woken him. It was Katniss.

She was still beside him, but sitting upright,obviously tense, muscles taut as springs. He knew instinctively not to say aword, instead touching her hand gently. She turned to look at him, eyes wild.“There’s someone coming,” she hissed.

The words were barely out before he heard it,the snap of someone - or something - walking closeby. They both scrambled totheir feet. They had no weapons, save a tiny paring knife, and no escape. Whena figure burst through the doorway, Peeta shoved Katniss behind him, shieldingher with his body. He’d tell them he’d kidnapped her, dragged her here againsther will. He’d lie to save her, any way he could.

But the Peacekeeper who stood before them,staring down the sight of his rifle, was unlike any Peeta had ever seen. Hisuniform was dark grey, not white. A long, tense minute passed. Then thestranger’s gun lowered. “Catnip!” he yelled.

“Gale?” Katniss stepped out from behind Peeta,who stood wide-eyed and bewildered. The well-fed man in front of them barelybore any resemblance to the stooped and sickly miner who had tried to incite arebellion a year and a half ago. A miner who everyone thought was dead.Certainly, when Peacekeepers had dragged back several bloodied messes of fabricand flesh, displaying them so grotesquely in the public square, no one had hadany reason to doubt they were the bodies of Gale and his co-conspirators.

Yet there he stood, alive and robust, grinning.His weapon clattered to the floor. “You left me a hell of a convoluted trail tofollow. Took half the night to find you!”

Katniss ran across the tiny room and launchedherself into his arms. Peeta watched with his heart in his stomach as Gale spunKatniss, laughing in joyous reunion. “I knew it,” she said. “I knew you were toosmart to get caught!”

They were a striking pair, attractive together,both dark-haired and with rich olive skin. Gale’s height and breadthcomplemented Katniss’s almost delicate frame. Their near identical expressionsof happiness as they stared wide-eyed at each other completed the picture.Peeta felt like an interloper, watching something sacred that wasn’t for hiseyes.

Gale set Katniss down, but continued holding herarms, a huge smile splitting his face. “I’ve been in District Thirteen,” hesaid, and laughed at her puzzled expression. “It’s still there, underground.I’ll tell you about it later. But Catnip… it’s over. It’s all over.”

“What?” she said. “What’s over? I don’tunderstand.”

“The rebellion,” Gale said, then laughed at herexpression. “President Snow is dead!” Twin gasps filled the tiny shack. “That’swhy I’m here, my battalion bombed the square in Twelve, took out the Capitolreps and most of the Peacekeepers. The rebellion, the oppression. The Games,the Capitol. It’s all over. We’re free.”

Peeta listened with dawning comprehension.President Snow, gone. The Hunger Games over. District 12, free. “And thedistrict, our families… is everyone okay?” Peeta asked. Gale’s head snappedup, as if he had only just noticed the other man’s presence.

“There were some casualties,” Gale saiddismissively. He turned back to Katniss. “Your mom and Prim are fine, they’resafe.” He reached out, stroked her hair.

Peeta let that information wash over him.Katniss was free. Free to hunt again, free from the reaping forever. Free to bewith the dark-haired man looking down at her with such obvious adoration.

It seemed to take longer for Katniss tounderstand. But when she did, a huge smile split her face, the biggest smilePeeta had ever seen grace her lovely mouth. “Free,” she murmured. Then she wasrunning.

Running to Peeta.

She threw her arms around him, laughing. Hisarms hesitated before embracing her. Not as steady as they once had been, butstill warm and strong. “You’re free, Peeta. They can’t take you now.” His heartclenched at her words. She no longer needed to keep him safe. He could go backhome, back to his quiet, empty life. And she could be with Gale. Peeta wouldgive her that, wouldn’t hold her to anything she had said while they were inthe cabin, in their little refuge from the world, terrified, but together andhappy, however briefly.

He couldn’t resist pressing one final kiss toher temple. His Katniss, who had never been his, not really. Then he releasedher. Then he set her free. But she surprised him, reaching for his hand andtugging him the half dozen steps to where Gale stood. “Do you remember PeetaMellark?” she said shyly. Peeta stuck his hand out, but Gale merely stared,unmoving, as if sizing him up. After a moment, Peeta tucked his hand in hispocket.

Gale nodded. “The baker’s boy. You were reaped,”he said, almost dismissively. “Good thing you didn’t get up onto that stage.You’d be dead now, the entire platform was destroyed.” Peeta swallowed hard, andfelt Katniss tighten her grip on his hand. He’d wondered, in the back of hismind. But knowing was different. Gale turned his attention back to Katniss,Peeta saw his brow furrow. “You rescued him?”

“We snuck away. It was chaos, with all of thesmoke and fire. When I saw the lights go off I figured the fence would be outtoo.”

“We cut the power, just before we triggered theexplosives.” Gale glanced at Peeta again, the confusion plain on his face. Thenhe angled his body, bending to speak to Katniss, as if Peeta wasn’t there. Asif Katniss wasn’t clutching his hand like a lifeline. “Why’d you do it? Youleft Prim, but took him?”

“I made sure Prim was safe before we ran,” shesaid defensively. That didn’t surprise Peeta, he knew Katniss’s family matteredmore to her than her own life.

“You risked their lives by taking off with him?”Gale’s tone had turned incredulous, derisive. Peeta narrowly bit back a retort.After all, Gale hadn’t been around when his own mother spent two days in thestockades for aiding and abetting her rebel son. “You said you couldn’t leaveyour family when I asked you to run away with me.” Gale whispered the lastpart.

“Peeta is my family,” Katniss barked. “He’s…my husband.” Gale’s expression was one of shock, Peeta was certain his own wastoo. Yes, they’d toasted, and yes, he’d called Katniss his wife, but he hadn’texpected her to acknowledge it in the light of day, and he certainly hadn’tplanned on holding her to it. She’d given a dying man his final wish, kissesand promises, the warmth of her embrace in the night. But it wasn’t real. Hecould only assume she was using him as an excuse, a convenient excuse for beingout in the woods. An impulsive excuse for an impulsive act.

Peeta watched the myriad of expressions flitacross Gale’s face - disbelief, anger, regret, before setting on a kind ofhollowness. “You… really, Catnip?”

“Yes.” Her voice was surprisingly strong andclear, not a hint of hesitation. She looked up at Peeta, and smiled softly. Hesearched her face for any sign that it was all for show, some sort of act toget back at Gale. But he knew she was incapable of lying. The warmth he saw inher expression was real, and it was for him.

He wanted to kiss her so bad he could taste it.

Instead, he squeezed her hand and smiled. Galewatched them, and Peeta recognized the look of resignation on his face. Thesame look Peeta had seen in his own mirror for years as he watched Katniss andGale, always together. As he tried to screw up the courage to talk to Katniss.Tried and failed, over and over. “Congratulations,” Gale said, and it wasgenuine, if sad.

Katniss released Peeta’s hand and hugged Galeagain. Peeta could barely hear Gale whisper, “Are you happy?” But he sawKatniss’s answering nod clearly.

o-o-o

Katniss and Gale chatted the entire walk back tothe district, which seemed shorter than the frantic run away from it had been,even though they were moving much more slowly. When Peeta could pull hisconcentration away from the riot of green surrounding him, he was heartened bythe happiness he saw on Katniss’s face. She was clearly joyful to have herwoods back and her friend back. But her small hand holding his own banished anyjealousy he might have felt. And Gale, though he scowled at the racket Peetamade crashing through the brush, seemed accepting of the relationship he’d beenso clearly shocked to see.

As the unlikely trio approached the districtboundary, it was clear something monumental had happened. Plumes of smokedrifted lazily, the air acrid and bitter. A low buzz spoke to peoplecongregating somewhere in the distance. Together, the effect was chilling,ominous.

The electricity was off, though both Katniss andGale paused to listen. Peeta wasn’t certain what they expected to hear; it wasonly his second time this close to the fence, but he could see their relief.Katniss slid under, graceful as a cat, and Gale followed. But Peeta stood for afew moments longer. The fence marked the end of the surreal adventure his lifehad been the past eighteen or so hours. He’d fallen through a rabbit hole ofsorts, and was apprehensive about what would happen on the other side. ButKatniss was waiting for him, smiling at him through the chain link. “Come on,Peeta,” she said, and there was no rebuke, no impatience.

He wasn’t as nimble as the others, but hemanaged to scramble through with only a couple of scratches and scrapes. Asthey walked through the meadow, headed towards the Seam, Peeta grabbed Gale’sarm, slowed him down a few paces. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I - we thought youwere dead. I know she never meant to betray you. She loves you, you know.”

Gale shook his head, one eye on Katniss who wasseveral yards ahead. “Don’t believe it,” he said. “You won her over. I askedher to run away with me, after Posy and Vick died. She wouldn’t. But she didwith you.”

“Only because of the reaping,” Peeta started,but Gale waved him off.

“I know you’ve always loved her,” Gale said.“You we’re about as subtle as Effie Trinket.” Peeta cringed at the reminder ofthe Capitolite who had rendered his death sentence. “Take care of her.” Then hejogged to catch up with Katniss, speaking to her briefly, too quietly for Peetato hear.

By the time Peeta caught up with Katniss, Galewas running down a side road. “His mother’s house,” she said by way ofexplanation.

He expected they’d continue to the Seam, tocheck on Prim and Katniss’s mother. So when she took his hand and turnedtowards town he gave her a questioning look. “They’re healers,” she said by wayof explanation. “They’ll be where the injured are.”

They walked in silence. Every step felt harderand heavier to Peeta, each foot they moved brought them closer to the end ofwhatever it was that had happened between them. Closer to whatever new realityawaited.

“What’s going on?” Katniss said softly. “Are youafraid? Gale said the Peacekeepers are all gone, either dead or held prisoner.”

“It’s not that,” he said, but he couldn’t maskthe misery in his voice.

“Then what?”

It was a few minutes before Peeta spoke again,standing at the edge of town proper, smoldering ruins lining the road, thestench of destruction all around. “Katniss,” he rasped, his voice already roughfrom emotion and the smoke that was thickening all around them. “In spite ofthe reaping and everything, last night was the best night of my life.”

She glanced at him, warily. “But?” she said.

He huffed out a breath, and stopped. She stoodin front of him, arms crossed. “But I’d never hold you to the things you saidin that cabin.”

“Peeta, what?” she started, but he shook hishead.

“I know you have something with Gale. I - Iwon’t get in the way of that.”

Katniss scowled. “What I have with Gale is areally great hunting partnership. A brotherhood. Don’t use him as an excuse foryour second thoughts.”

She was fast, spinning away, stomping towardstown. But fueled by equal parts horror and hope, he was faster. He was standingin front of her in a heartbeat, halting her forward motion. “Katniss,” hebreathed. “My only regret is that I didn’t tell you sooner. I love you. I’veloved you since we were five. I only want you to be happy.”

“Then don’t make decisions for me. Trust me toknow my own heart.” Her words faded away, her eyes fixed on his were open andclear, no layers of defence between them, no lies. His heart soared. Asimpossible as it seemed, Katniss Everdeen had chosen him.

And in the middle of that post-apocalyptic hell,he kissed her. He kissed her and she kissed him back, and they clung to eachother, and it was real.

They marched the last mile to the square hand inhand, Peeta, despite his trepidation, held his head high. He had KatnissEverdeen by his side, he felt like he could conquer anything.

People appeared along the route, citizens ofDistrict 12 who nodded or called out a greeting, or simply stared curiously.Others, dressed in grey jumpsuits like Gale, who didn’t even lift their gazes.All with shovels and carts, sifting through the heaps of blackened rubble andruins.

Gale’s comment that there had been somecasualties seemed to drastically understate the destruction of the townportion of District 12. Shrouded piles of what could only be bodies lay readyfor the funeral pyre, burning across from where the Justice building had stoodjust twenty-four hours earlier. Peeta’s heart hammered in his chest as theyapproached the square. He had no idea what they would find.

The bakery still stood, the physical structureanyway. The damage was heavy, but not absolute. The large plate glass windowshis mother had always fussed over were gone, the door blown off it’s hinges.But the building remained. With a deep breath, Peeta stepped inside, into thebuilding that had been his home and his future.

The floor was thick with detritus, broken glassand twisted metal, most of the interior fire-singed and water-logged. It waseerily silent. A lump formed in his throat, threatening to choke him. “It’s allgone,” he whispered. His future, the only way he could provide for Katniss, togive her the life she deserved. He felt sick.

But Katniss squeezed his hand. “We’ll rebuild,Peeta.”

He turned to her, and she smiled, like dawnbreaking. In her, he could see rebirth in the midst of the destruction.“Together?”

“Together.”

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