#when i play a game with them and they swoosh their hands around and snap or whatever

[lonely-dog-song]

I was not expecting the amount of ppl in the tags of that last rb saying "fjord"

#lonely dog speaks #tonight i am thinking abt kino............... :·) kino. they #yeah #when i play a game with them and they swoosh their hands around and snap or whatever #i am like ''wtf are you doing. but keep doing it bc i am incredibly enchanted by it'' #FJORD IS A GOOD CHARACTER i just dont think abt him much. but he is v v sweet :·) #i wonder who his kids are bc all i can think of is Finn #wait also today i just noticed kino has a vooce ??? like they cheer and laugh and stuff HELLO u have a voice now and i luv to hear it #it almost sounds electronic??? with a distant grating edge to it #*I MEANT VOICE

[windhamsrotunda]

Roman Reigns x Y/N {Your Name} - "I Like The Way Your Hand Fits In Mine".

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Y/N

Category: FLUFF, Lots of Cuteness. | Angst!

Summary: After a long day at work, Y/N and Roman go clothes-shopping at Y/N's favorite store and then go home to cuddle.

Warnings: Some Language, | Angst! | FLUFF // Cliffhanger at the end!

Requested by: @tribalhotness 💕

Word Count: 2.7k+

Document 17.docx {WRITTEN IN WORD DOCS}.

1 / 8

Y/N taps her fingers upon her desk, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her nose.

‘’When’s Roman going to come home?’’ She glances over at the clock impatiently. She is stubborn when it came to Roman’s work schedule, she knew he has long and busy work days ahead of him. Sighing, she removes her glasses off of her face and sets them down on the wooden desk, to where she usually does her readings and college essays. Y/N lays her head down on her desk, getting a shut eye as she sleeps in a deep slumber.

*Y/N’s DREAM*

The dream occurred with candles lit up next to the foot of the bed in rows. Roman had come home about late at night. Y/N is waiting by the foot of her bed, the lit-up candles swooshed in the darkness, lighting up the whole room as he walked in.

He dropped his bags down onto the floor, looking to Y/N’s path.  

‘’Oh my god, this is amazing, Y/N.’’ He greets with a smile, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend of 5 years. She swoons in his embraced arms, tangling her fingers into his long, Samoan black hair.

‘’I am glad you like it; I did this for us, baby.’’ She smiled softly, as her boyfriend Roman cups her face delicately with one hand, while his other hand was in Y/N’s, he says:

‘’I like how your hand fits into mine.’’  

The way Y/N blushes are adorable to Roman, she kisses him on the lips and took him to the side of the bed. Plopping down on the bed next to her boyfriend, she strokes the side of his face.  

Daydreaming inside a dream is lucid, although, she kept herself in check and didn’t want to ruin the rest of the surprise. Y/N’s body was comfortable next to Roman’s, her body shifted to face him.  

‘’You are my sunshine,’’ She crinkles her nose cutely as her hands falls into his.

‘’My only sunshine,’’ He sang back, surprised that he knew the song.  

Receiving a little laugh from Y/N, she looked into his deep, brown chocolate eyes and purses her lips a little. Roman pecks her neck in response from her pursed lips, earning a small and passionate groan from his girlfriend. He hums, scrutinizing her body language. How she sits so perfectly, how the strands of her hair fell delicately on her shoulders, weighing themselves. The exterior of the window a bit crack to get that feeling of life again in the spare bedroom, Y/N says to Roman:

‘’I love the living daylights out of you, Roman. I want to let that sink into your mind and remember I always have your back.’’

He smiles, and kissed her again.

2 / 8

***END OF DREAM***

Y/N woke up, hearing the door handle open to her bedroom, it’s Roman with his luggage in his hands like the dream started out with. She groggily groans, met by her boyfriend, he walks over to the foot of her bed looking at her where she slept on her desk.

‘’Could’ve just slept in your bed,’’ He suggested, giggling a little at the marks on her forehead from resting.

‘’Oh, be quiet.’’ She laughs, getting up and walking over to Roman. There, they sit together on the bed before deciding to go somewhere.

‘’Y/N, what do you want to do?’’

‘’Go clothes-shopping with you,’’ Y/N announced, he crinkles up his nose at the idea, but he didn’t mind at all since it’s supposed to be a fun day for him and her.

‘’Okay! Sure thing, baby girl.’’ He kissed her forehead.

When they got to the mall, Roman held hands with his girlfriend Y/N. Of course, Roman has to dress up in disguise so he wouldn’t get recognized by some crazy fan. He only wants to spend time with his girlfriend and have fun going clothes shopping. Y/N gazes upon the lovely dresses they have displayed, feeling the soft and eye-appealing fabric on the dresses.

‘’I love this one,’’ She points at the dress to Roman that she was admiring. Roman smiled and said:

‘’Why don’t you try it on in the dressing room and let me see how it looks on you?’’  

She walks into the dressing room and closed the door behind her. Removing her clothing, she slips on the luxurious black dress, Y/N then zips the backup of the dress and exits the spare dressing room to show Roman. ‘’You look so stunning, love.’’ He smiles softly, his facial expression sweet.  

‘’Thank you so much, Ro.’’ She smiles back; her face flushing in red. He takes his hand into her’s again, going up to the cash register. Y/N bought a lot of things, like richened jewelry, her new favorite black dress, some shoes and lots of scrunchies.  

‘’Is this all of you, ma’am?’’ The woman at the cash register asks, eyes fixated on Roman.  

‘’Yeah,’’ Y/N replies, then realizing the woman at the cash register was googling at her man.

‘’Your total comes up to $77.69,’’ She proclaims, bagging up the clothing and accessories, looking up at Roman every now and then. She never took her eyes off of Roman.

3 / 8

‘’Um, yeah thanks for googling at my man.’’ Y/N said abruptly, pushing the money towards the cash register woman, which causes Roman to giggle a little. ‘’Let’s go, Ro.’’ She takes his hand, and walked away without a trace.  

Supposedly, they are in a state of mind of: ‘’staying in Paris’’, to get away from their parents – The idea of cuddling on a stormy, Monday night watching Netflix series of a clique of girls who are cheerleaders, a type of horror flick. It’s Y/N’s favorite types of movies, however, Roman did not mind the cheerleader movies. Suddenly, he had an idea.

‘'Y/N?’’ he announces during the movie.

‘’Yes?’’

He taps his fingers upon her lap, and says:

‘’This is very weird of me to ask, but how about we pause the movie and listen to our favorite songs?’’  

She looks at him in direct contact, she grinned.  

‘’And dance?’’ She inquires, getting up off the couch.

‘’To slow and reverb songs, of course.’’

{A/N - I am obsessed with slowed and reverb versions of songs I like, so it’s type of an aesthetic mood I go through; Anyway, on with the fic.}

Roman got up off the couch too, and opened his iPhone to play a song by The Neighbourhood, but in slowed version.

‘’This seems familiar,’’

‘’Like 7 years ago familiar.’’ Roman added, running hands through his hair.

Y/N hummed to the beat of the song, then recognizing the ‘’heart beat through the floor beat’’ that she hasn’t listened to in forever ago.

He extends his hand towards her hand, to where they danced slowly under the dimmed lights of the living room. The world stops between the two of them, the echoes through the song seems as if Y/N and Roman are romanticizing it.  She lays her head down on Roman’s shoulder while they dance.

***Y/N’s FLASHBACK TO 2014***

4 / 8

Y/N was at the bar with Roman, the first time they met – was magical. The song SWEATER WEATHER played in the background of the bar through the speakers,

‘’Care if I get you a drink?’’ His charming smile was contagious to her, she couldn’t say ‘’no.’’ to the Samoan man, whose face was so sunny. She felt lovesick to the 6’3 guy, feeling like ‘’he could hold both her hands in the holes of her sweater.’’ Afterward, Y/N was out of the bar with the Samoan

‘’Thank you so much for a wonderful night,’’ He smiles, before he turned his back, he remembered to keep in contact with Y/N.

‘’What’s your name?’’ She asks, feeling in love on a Friday night.

‘’My name is Roman, but you can call me Ro.’’ Her cheeks heated up when he wrapped an arm around her waist. The feeling of Roman’s huge arm around her waist was ‘’superior’’, yet ‘’so good.’’ ‘’You alright, baby girl?’'

She snapped out of her thoughts, she looked up at Roman.

‘’Yeah, just stared off into space for a little there---- And my name is Y/N. Y/N L/N.’’  

He laughed, ‘’Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Let me take you home.’’

So, they got in Roman’s car together to drive off to Y/N’s house -  

‘’What brings you here in Florida?’’  Roman asked Y/N.

‘’Oh, well I am visiting family and I decided to go on vacation. I take care of animals at a local animal shelter – it's called Pet Resort.’’ She replied.  

He hummed at her, smiling.

‘’Interesting,’’ he said, his arm still wrapped around her waist as he pulled up to her house. The both of them got out Roman’s car, there, Y/N stumbled a little due to the fact she got a little drunk.  

‘’Whew,’’ she said, almost falling on her ass.

‘’Easy there.’’ Roman tried his best not to laugh at his new friend Y/N, but helped her back up on her two feet.  

‘’Thank you,’’ She half-drunk slurred, smiled widely at Reigns.  

‘’Anytime, baby girl.’’

---------------------------------

5 / 8

‘’Y/N?’’ Roman snapped a finger in front of his girlfriend’s face, to which she got caught daydreaming.

‘’Huh?’’ she shook her head, eyes up at her boyfriend.

‘’What were you daydreaming about...?’’ He asks her in a bit of concern, and stopped the music.

So, she played stupid and abruptly told him:  

‘’Nothing, I was just daydreaming about unicorns.’’

‘’Unicorns?’’ Roman’s face is now puzzled, trying to figure out his girlfriend. ‘’Nah, baby girl. You were daydreaming about something else. Come on, tell me the tribal chief the truth.’’ Her cheeks heat up with red, his huge finger now on her tilted jawline.  

She shifts her body weight to turn her back, standing in embarrassment, Roman folds his arms across his chest. ‘’You can tell me anything,’’ he says.

‘’Nope.’’ She bravely answered, running away without a sight and headed into her downstairs bedroom to lock the door behind her.  

He groaned with frustration in response, basically playing a game of ‘’Tag, You’re It’’ or ‘’Hide and Seek,’’ Roman wasn’t up for the challenge of finding his girlfriend. But he has to get an answer from her one way or the other. He knocked on the door.

‘’Baby girlllll, can’t hide from the chief foreverrrr.’’ He sang in a cocky tone, kicking the door with his foot.  

‘’Y/N is not here right now!’’ Y/N yelled, army crawling underneath her bed. That pissed him off, he kicks the door open and walks in to the entrance of her bedroom. Looking everywhere for her, he then sees two feet buried underneath of Y/N’s bed. Roman crouches down to meet her laying on her stomach.

‘’Get the hell out of there, you damn childish woman.’’ She declines his demands, so he has to pull her out by her ankles, receiving a big yelp from his girlfriend.  

‘’So uh, I guess you won the game of Hide and Seek?’’ she jokingly says, he rolls his eyes in a reply.

‘’Hide and Seek is for little girls and boys,’’ He pouts, tapping his foot on the wooden flooring of Y/N’s bedroom.

She stands on her tippy toes to kiss her boyfriend, then ran away again.  

‘’Oh, my fucking god Y/N! If you don’t tell me what you were daydreaming about, I am leaving.’’ He threatens, feeling like he’s being toyed with.

6 / 8

She stops in her tracks, and walks calmly back to her boyfriend. Y/N pushes her glasses up at the bridge of her nose, and says:

‘’Fine, so be it since you want to be Mr. Badass.’’ She utters, staring at the tempered Samoan Man.

She turns her back, making a great mistake. He turns her around without any warning and hoists her up. ‘’Ahh! Let me go!’’ she yells.

‘’No ma’am.’’ He growls, carrying her body weight on his broad shoulders. He then sets her down on her couch. ‘’Are you going to tell me?’’ Elbows pressed down on the arm of the couch, with hands resting in his cheeks as he stared at his girlfriend Y/N in deep consideration.

‘’Fine!’’ she chokes out, ‘’I will tell you! It was a 7 year ago memory, from where we first met and I fell drunk on my ass that night, you literally had to carry me inside my house.’’ Y/N’s embarrassed, now the tribal chief had gotten her attention, her strand of hair fell down on her face. She continued:

‘’The song that was playing was our favorite song, Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. How it was so nice of you to carry me in the house like that, with your strong ass self.’’ Smiling weakly, her breathing got shallow like cold ocean waves hitting against human’s flesh.

He looks at his girlfriend, about to cry. ‘’No, don’t cry---’’

She cuts him off with a firm: ‘’You’re not the Roman I’ve met!’’ and left the room.  

Leaving the head of the table stunned, he slams his fist down on the arm of the couch, shouting: ‘’DAMN Y/N! THEN AFTER ALL OF THIS TIME, WHAT WAS I TO YOU!?’’

Memories flashed before Roman’s eyes, 2-3 years ago from him telling his girl Y/N about his leukemia coming back, telling the whole world who was in the audience that day and watching at home -  

‘’I am sorry.’’ He plops himself down on the couch, hands folded into his lap and bowed his head down. Closing his eyes, he pictured better days with Y/N. Attempting not to cry, he gives a deep exhale of frustration and hurt inside of his gut. Rubbing his head, he lays his body down on the couch. Tapping his foot at the end of the arm of the couch, his mind’s scattered like papers scattered on a desk after studying. You know how your brain hurts right after studying and taking time-management on for college? You know that feeling deep down inside for when you give it your all for your fans, your girlfriend, your friends and family? Me too. I’ve been there before.

The soft guitar strings play in the back of Roman’s mind; his eyes sewn shut, trying not to remember the gut-wrenching feeling he gave Y/N. He has to apologize somehow.

7 / 8

Hours of sleep wasted away, his heart pounded hard in his chest, waking up to Y/N sitting on the arm of the couch, she looked at him.

‘’You’re just not the Roman I’ve met.’’ She muttered quietly, fumbling with her pockets, unsure of to forgive Roman or not.

‘’Sweetheart...’’ He fights back piles of tears starting to form in his chocolate brown eyes, trying not to get worked up over the ‘’You’re not the same person I’ve met 7 years ago.’’ comment.

She takes an inhale of oxygen, then exhales. Attempting to stay content, her body sent shivers down her spine coldly. Getting up, she gives a glance at Roman burying his hands in his face. She never saw him cry like this, ever before in the past 7 years. Of course, it was small cries, or a good 30 second cry.

Walking over to the presence of Roman, Y/N hugged him tight into an unforgettable embrace. They sat there, hugging each other for about 10 minutes.

‘’I never want to lose you,’’ she whispers, stroking the Samoan's long black strands of hair.

‘’You won’t lose me, trust me.’’ He mumbles, wiping his tears away with his black tank top.

Her eyes grow with trust, meaning she trusted in what Roman was telling her – that she would NEVER lose him. And he would never lose her. She knows deep inside of her everything Roman told her was true, the usual ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You look beautiful today’’ was the reason why Y/N had stayed alive. This is not a cliffhanging ending, nor a bad ending – it is a happy ending between the two of them.

‘’Y/N?’’ he turned his attention to Y/N, who was blubbering.

‘’Y-Yes, Roman?’’

He stops what he is saying, and places his hands into his girlfriends’ of 5 years.  

‘’Will you marry me?’’ He proclaims aloud, shaking his head yes in all smiles at the reaction of Y/N, the words that came out of her mouth are: ‘’I say yes!’’ She cries in joy, hugging her newlywed fiancé tightly. Roman Reigns isn’t always your cocky heel character, but he sure knew how to make things better.

‘’I love you, Y/N Anoa’i.’’

‘’I love you too, Roman.’’

---END---

8 / 8

#wwe #wrestling fanfic #wweimagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe one shot #fanfiction #romanreigns #wrasslin #tribal chief #headofthetable #angst #fluff #somewhatsmut #fluffyfic

[jjyusmile]

lee hyunjae - above the lights (ft. the boyz)

happy the boyz day!

pairing: hyunjae x {gender-neutral} reader x the boyz as besties

words: 3.9k

warning: mentions of food and drink! light mention of alcohol / alcohol poisoning

note: this is my present for the boyz third anniversary... I was inspired by the berlin boylog and their trip to the christmas markets last december. but I thought it would be cute for all of them to be there heheh! of course, I made it biased and a little romantically fluffy but this is to show my appreciation for all of the boyz! the romance is just to show this is a bec story :’) thank you so much for your support always!!

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

stepping out of the restaurant, the chill in the berlin air washed over each of you as you stepped through the doorway onto the cobbled streets. wrapped in puffer jackets and scarves, hoods pulled up to shield your ears from the breeze. you all huddled under the cover that lazed over the shop entryway as rain drizzled from the sky. each of your cheeks tinged pink as the frosty chill nipped at your skin. eventually, warmth cascaded over you as heat radiated off the eleven boys clustered around you in an attempt to figure out where to go next.

as they murmured to each other, scrolling through google maps to gage your whereabouts, you looked up at the bare trees lining the streets. each was draped in strings of lights to the point where you almost forgot they wouldn’t blossom for another few months. the atmosphere surrounding you was festive and cheerful.

“it’s so pretty,” kevin came to stand beside you, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket. you hummed in agreement not taking your eyes off the cascades of red and white that flickered along the street. you hadn’t noticed your hands were shaking from the bitter chill in the air.

you were pulled out of your gaze as elbows rested against your shoulders from behind; the proximity immediately warmed your body through. the comforting scent of your best friend surrounded you; sighing, your hands stilled and you melted into his chest. hyunjae chuckled as his arms came around your waist, pulling you into him. the murmurs became distant while you were distracted by hyunjae whispering close to your ear about how much kevin resembled a grizzly bear in his sherpa hoodie. shy giggles escaped your mouth as your hand shot up to cover your mouth; hyunjae hid his face in the crook of your neck to hide his own laughter.

the group had slowly moved down the street with you and hyunjae trailing behind. it wasn’t unusual. the shy touches followed by playful shoves… it had always been like that. except touches that were once familiar became more intimate. in your eyes, you were no longer just best friends. but you tried to ignore the tingles that ran up your arm when he mundanely passed you your morning coffee; the way he would pull you a little closer when you were all huddled around the small tv in sangyeon’s apartment; when your walks in the park turned into hours of sitting snuggly on a bench under the cherry blossom trees in the spring. the same way, right now, his hand brushed closely against your own. you welcomed the light touches under the chill int he air.

reaching a corner along the streets of berlin, all of you circled tightly around the fold-out map of the city, each one of you nudging the other to get a better look. how could a place so big seem so tiny on the crinkled pages that chanhee held out in front of him? eric closed his eyes and ran his finger in squiggly circles across the landmarks of the city. a squeal clouded your senses the moment changmin noticed eric’s fingertip grazing toward the oversized wooden stall wrapped in colourful lights -- the berlin christmas markets.

in a flash, changmin was running in the direction of the festivities, dragging younghoon by the cuff of his jacket sleeve; the pair were giggling like school children. seeing their energy dawned the realisation that you had been walking around all day -- your feet ached and you were overflowing in the warm vegetable soup you ate… and finished sunwoo’s bowl, too. your sleepy form was close to giving up and going back to the hotel until a figure stepped out in front of you and crouched down. juyeon turned to look at you with warm eyes and tinged pink ears that poked out from under his cap. a slight nudge of his head prompted you to jump on and then you were hugging his back as he carried you down the street. he bent down jokingly to tie his shoelaces with you still on his back. you giggled.

jumping down, rushed with excitement, you didn’t wait for wait from juyeon to finish, you pulled him up with a force that almost tore his arm off. he never got to finish tying his shoes. from behind, hyunjae wandered along the street, helping eric keep his balance as he stepped one foot in front of the other as he grazed the curb of the footpath. but his focus was trailed on you with a shy smile on his face. he couldn’t pinpoint what had shifted and when it did -- but something had definitely changed.

you skipped toward the rest of the group as you entered the markets, dragging juyeon in tow and immediately linking arms with sangyeon. he pulled you toward each stall that grasped your attention. the image of haknyeon trying to ensure the strings of cheese didn’t escape his mouth left you in a fit of giggles. the way these boys interacted with each other was like you were a big family. at one point, kevin gathered everyone in to fit on the tiny screen of his phone, your head squished under hyunjae’s arm as it wrapped around you to lift you up high enough to get in frame. a bundle of hysterics soon followed.

the stalls that lined each side of the market were flooded with smiles and families rushing around to get a glimpse of everything. the tree that perched at the center of it all loomed over you with flecks of gold as the sun began to set. each bauble glistened under the streams of sunlight that reflected against them. specks of light danced across the stalls. the market became too crowded for the group to stick together, you decided to meet back at the tree at 10pm. hyunjae ducked down quickly to kiss your temple with a whispered “see you later” moments before he headed off in the opposite direction without sparing you a glance; juyeon and younghoon were already aiming at targets in a competition to win the abnormally large stuffed panda. the action left you slightly disorientated as you stared at his retreating figure, all bundled up warm in his oversized puffer jacket that he always joked could fit you as well. distracted, haknyeon wrapped his finger around yours to drag you toward the stall filled with an array decorations.

changmin grazed his hand along the ornaments that dangled in rows along the walls. he picked up a snowglobe from the bottom shelf and eyed it carefully.

“something has changed, hasn’t it?” he asked, not takng his eyes off the glittering flecks that danced around the ornament as he shook it delicately.

the question startled you, a sharp inhale could have been heard from a mile away. you played with the sleeves of the jumper hyunjae had lent to you that poked out of your coat. “what do you mean?”

he directed his attention toward you as haknyeon stepped beside him, voicing his thoughts for him. “you’re not just… you two anymore. you’re… you two.”

a roll of changmin’s eyes met with a chuckle at hak’s choice of words -- ever ominous with next to no clarification.

you, on the other hand… you stood there unmoving. had things changed? they must’ve done for others to notice. hyunjae had become more public with his subtle flirting -- but didn’t he do that with everyone? you had always been close, closer than everyone else in the group… it was only natural that these moments happened every so often, right? but they weren’t every so often anymore, the voice in the back of your mind shattered any excuse you attempted to make. now that you thought about it, this was one of the first moments since you began your trip around europe that you were without hyunjae by your side. your mind drew back to the last moments you saw him. hiding his smile in the crook of your neck. a kiss to your temple. your eyes squeezed closed as your heart squeezed harder in your chest.

changmin noticed the change in your moon and diverted his attention quickly to the precious decoration that he shook a little harder between his hands -- flickers of glitter and fluorescent snow swooshed around the tiny bubble. “I think I’ll buy this one.”

you were glad for changmin’s thoughtfulness -- he always understood. the conversation had diverted from you sooner than it started.

it was only when you you found yourself in line for mulled wine beside kevin that you let your thoughts slip away. he had found you wandering the stalls alone when you lost the giddy twosome to the hook-a-duck game. and now your hands were stuffed into the pockets of sangyeon’s jacket as you leaned your head on his shoulder... chanhee did the same on the other side. the temperature had dropped significantly as the sun had completely set over berlin; you noticed the puffs of condensation that left sangyeon’s mouth in clouds of fog as he zipped his leather jacket up and over his chin. his bright smile was lit up against the strings of lights along the mulled wine stall. glancing sideways, jacob wasn’t too far away, snapped pictures of the decorations and families celebrating the festivity.

the front of the queue couldn’t have come fast enough -- it felt like hours before kevin stood at the small window in the stall ordering two mugs of red and two of the ‘white angel’… it was jacob that persuaded you against the red, reiterating that you were, in fact, an angel like him.

“but we have to match!” his giddy smile reached from ear to ear-- it was too cute to turn down. you weren’t much of a drinker, apart of the odd party that the boys used to hold at one of their apartments. those nights ended in hyunjae or a very reluctant juyeon holding your hair away from your face as the events of the night came back to bite you.

“fine,” you playfully rolled your eyes as you nudged his shoulder. he came over to rest his head against your own shoulder as chanhee stole sangyeon for himself.

an extra large stein of mulled wine was placed in your hands by kevin. it felt like you had been handed the mug of a giant, it being bigger than your own head; you had to use both hands to clutch around the sides, the warmth a welcoming feeling. you noticed, as you went to draw your first sip, that the mug was decorated in silver flecks as the words ‘white angel’ flicked in cursive against the liquid; your eyes drew back to jacob who grinned at you with a wink.

you didn’t miss sangyeon coaxing chanhee into trying a sip. his sweater paws gripped at the bottom of the stein as he tipped the liquid toward his mouth, sangyeon holding the burgundy liquid to make sure chanhee didn’t take an unfair shre. a loud bellow erupted from your stomach when chanhee’s expression morphed from curiosity to sheer disgust at the kitten lick of a sip he had taken. he turned to glare at you while taking the bottle of water from jacob’s rucksack to wash away the taste.

“I told you -- I don’t drink!” he exclaimed, playful eyerolls could be seen from left and right, even strangers in the queue enjoying the show.

“it’s not like we held you hostage and forced you to try it!” sangyeon countered, taking a large slurp from his drink. his eyes crinkled in slight disgust before his eyes widened as he stared at the liquid with fascination. a light giggle bubbled in your throat as you went to take a sip of your own.

you were perched on the end of a wooden table beside the tree, knees drawn to your body as you clutched the quickly evaporating warmth in the mug. you hadn’t even saved any for hyunjae. of course your thoughts would go straight to your best friend. you smitten fool.

your eyes became heavy with drowsiness as you watched kevin take pictures by the tree. they had found changmin and haknyeon as they wandered around aimlessly, stuffing their faces with powdered sweets. haknyeon stretched his arm out slightly to hold a candied strawberry in front of your face; your eyes widened slightly at the site and you took the sweet gratefully as he skipped back to the boys. the muffled silence drowned you as you sat by yourself, chin perched against your palm. you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander to the boys that brightened your days.

in the distance, you noticed juyeon and younghoon giggling at the same game they hadn’t left since you arrived. not far behind them were eric and sunwoo; the redheaded boy looked around as if there were stars in his eyes… hood up to brace his features from the cold. eric chatted excitedly in his ear about one of his old family christmas traditions but his attention was focused on the strings of warm lights that hung above. distracted, you didn’t notice the first few toasted chestnuts that headed in your direction. it wasn’t until one landed softly in your lap, your gaze wandered your surroundings to find its owner. the rest of the boys were crowded around the tree, gleefully grinning as jacob captured their gentle expressions on his camera. kevin held his wine in front of the tree, phone camera at the ready to snap the perfect shot. but, none of them wanted your attention. your gaze shifted to the left where you noticed a familiar figure hiding behind the candy floss stall.

you were drawn in that direction.

you knew it was him before you even saw his face.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” you shouted, pretty much into the void, at the group. a barely visible thumbs up came from sangyeon who’s attention didn’t falter from the camera.

a chuckle escaped your lips as you wandered slowly toward the hidden rascal. he was delicately removing the shell of the next chestnut. you snuck up behind him, a cheeky grin washed over you automatically as a plan formulated in your head. tip toeing forward, your fingers stretched out as you neared his hoodie clad back, the fabric resting lightly against the top of his head. a quick countdown found you clinging tightly onto his back in an attempt to frighten him; a yelp sounded from your best friend as he dropped the remaining chestnuts from his clutches.

his hands flew up to clasp around your wrists. you didn’t miss the way his tense form faded away the moment he inhaled… did he recognise your scent? the same way you did his…

“you got me.”

his eyes crinkled as his head turned to face you, a smirk forming on his lips. the moment his eyes laid on your own they glistened in the most overwhelming way. each time you looked at him, with your face in such close proximity, you couldn’t help but feel warmth spread through your veins.

“I got you…” an intensity clouded his irises like the sweetest chocolate. your words had more of an impact than you had  originally implied.

steadily, you unclasped your wrists from hyunjae’s warm fingers as you stepped down, feet placed firmly on the ground as you shyly grinned up at him.

“hi,” you chriped, the smile not leaving your lips for a moment.

“hey,” he whispered, eyes melting into yours.

without much thought, he intertwined your fingers snuggly with his own. leading you behind the stalls and into the unlit alley. you knew by the confidence in his walk that he had a plan up his sleeve. trailing behind him, your gaze was fixed on the smile that hadn’t left his lips. you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the idea that he was enduring a similar inner conflict to your own. you weren’t just best friends any more.

you approached a dark, abandoned stall with a small ladder leading up to the roof. he stopped abruptly and looked down at you expectantly. his eyes flicked up to the roof and back to you… after you, his eyes said. his hands gripped lightly at your waist as he helped you up the ladder, fingers grazing delicately at the tshirt that rode up along with your sweater…  his sweater.

it was the little things by now. years of small gestures that lit up the blood in your veins added fuel to the fire.

he wasn’t far behind you as you settled in, feet dangling over the edge of the unfinished stall, hyunjae settling closely beside you. your knees knocked against his, whether it was on purpose or not was a question left unanswered.

your eyes took in the sight before you; smiling children stuffing their faces with bratwurst, couples snuggled cosily in their pods on the ferris wheel -- the prime spot for a romantic evening -- and then  your best friends. your eyes fell on all of them, messing around with eyes lit up like children on christmas morning. a smile washed over you subconsciously. they were the loves of your life -- every single one of them.

but your face was burning. the person that stole your heart without even realising wasn’t focusing on the flickering lights from below. a golden haze washed over his face, his features accentuated under the shadows. his eyes were boring into your own -- your skin of your cheeks could’ve melted at the intensity. his eyes were full of musical wonder.

“hey,” he whispered, again, face crinkling as his smile met his eyes.

“you’ve said that already,” you taunted, cheekily. a nudge against his shoulder to accentuate your joke.

“I know,” he paused. “my mind can’t come up with much more right now. I’m a little breathless.”

“right!” your focused drifted toward the festivities below you. “isn’t it incredible!”

it was his turn to pause. his fingers reached for your hand, intertwining with your own as he drew them into his lap. “yeah… it is.”

his tone brought you back to reality. you were sat here side by side, fingers intertwined delicately as his thumb grazed over the back of your hand. you noticed him exhale a shaky breath. your free hand lifted to brush the fallen strands away from his eyes as the wind blew softly. before you could withdraw your hand, hyunjae quickly clasped your wrist, pulling you closer to him, your noses brushing.

“jae?” it was your turn to release a shaky breath. you had tiptoed over “the line” for years now -- subtle touches, flirty jokes and much needed cuddles. but you had never been in this close... close enough to see the delicate bead of sweat that formed on the side of his neck. the lights from below highlighted his cheekbones in a subtle glitter.

he hummed in response, his attention focused not on your eyes, not on the fair below, but on your lips. his own plump lips forming a pout in temptation.

“jae…” you tried again.

his eyes fluttered closed at the plead in your voice. you didn’t know yourself whether it was an attempt to stop him, or, more likely, an urge for him to continue.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was strained, his fingers squeezing a bit tighter to reassure him that just because he closed his eyes, it doesn’t mean you disappeared.

you gravitated toward him. it wasn’t the holiday season, it wasn’t the subtle loneliness that sat with you throughout your unclaimed adolescence. you were never alone, because he was always there. even though it had shifted from being platonic, despite your hesitance, he was the one who you were drawn to no matter what.

his sweet gestures held more weight now. the way his eyes poured into yours lit a bundle of nerves that sat close to your stomach, releasing butterflies each time his eyes flickered between your own.

“don’t apologise,” your own eyes closed for a moment, inhaling deeply.

a brush of his nose against yours drew you back to reality, your eyes shooting open, blinking rapidly as your heart jolting in your chest. his breath fanned against your lips, your own doing the same.

a smile washed over his lips, eyes crinkling. “did you drink?”

“blame kevin, he bought it.”

he let out a chuckle as he nuzzled his nose against yours once more. comfort washed over you as you inhaled his warm scent, hints of cinnamon and musk.

“I’ll remember to thank him.” his smile was permanent now, it wasn’t disappearing for good.

“thank him?” you questioned, eyebrow quirking. the proximity heating your cheeks by the minute.

“I don’t think you would’ve agreed to have been here with me right now if you didn’t have a little liquid luck.”

you hummed, a giggle greeting your lips as they brushed over his. his eyes hadn’t flickered from your lips, waiting for the perfect moment. but as the wave of confidence took over, he realised that any moment with you was the perfect moment. as long as you were there, it would always be perfect.

he closed the small space and captured your lips with his in a delicate kiss. emotions that you had both swallowed throughout your friendship poured into it with such intensity it made your head spin. his head titled to deepen the kiss, his arms sliding up as his palm cupped your jaw tenderly, yours wrapping around his neck; your thoughts couldn’t wander far from your reality. as he pulled you to fit snuggly against him, your body moulded perfectly against his. his once cold fingers now sparked at each touch against your skin.

he pulled away for a moment only to place gentle kisses along your jawline to the sweetspot below your ear. he peppered kisses on every feature that he loved about you, careful to remember that you were still in the public eye, even though you were flying high in the sky at this moment. his forehead pressed against yours as he sighed in content. the moment you had been waiting finally became a reality; your hands coming up to hold his face in your hands, echoing his sigh.

your thoughts drew back to the inquisition of changmin and haknyeon earlier this evening, “they were right.”

he drew back slightly, careful not to let your palms drop from his face, with a questioning eyebrow raise, “who was right?”

you grinned widely at his jealous tone as you pulled him back in for another kiss. faint echoes cheers came from below as you moved away from his lips to find the commotion. your best friends were pointing and brightly squealing at what they had just witnessed, beaming smiles prevalent on all of their faces. a low groan escaped hyunjae’s throat as he attempted to hide in the crook of your neck, a familiar feeling washing over you as the shy smile made its way back onto your lips.

it didn’t stop his fingers from intertwining with your own again, though. and once the commotion had subsided, he pulled out a festive box filled with heart shaped chocolates, popping one into his mouth before giving in at your childish pout.

neither of you had felt as whole as you did in that moment... just above the lights.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

TO. the boyz

thank you for everything. you are the best thing that ever happened to me -- you are the reason I smile daily, along with so many other theb. you are a family that welcomes anyone with open arms. I hope it stays this way forever. 

you deserve every happiness and I hope you know how much you mean to us all. always remember deobis love you.

I love you all so so so much.

A/N: thank you for celebrating the boyz third anniversary with me! I hope you enjoyed :’)

#오래도록_빛날_더보이즈의_3주년 #3YearsWithTHEBOYZ @WE_THE_BOYZ @Creker_THEBOYZ

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[masterjedilenawrites]

The Helmeted Hunter: Chapter 29

Boba Fett x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Fighting

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

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Chapter 29: Old Friends, New Enemies

You had no way of tracking time in the dank, windowless room the Empire had set you up in, but you knew it'd been less than a day. Less than a day, and already they had come.

Boba hadn't been kidding when he'd warned of things getting messy. There was chaos everywhere as the place changed from a research facility to a military bunker on high alert. Sirens blared and radios went off and all personnel from stormtroopers to scientists ran anxiously to and fro. Instructions rang out from the intercom speakers, directing squadrons toward certain entrances or dispatching fleets to drive away those who hadn't yet landed.

You had eventually been dragged out of your room by a pair of dark troopers, intending to take you to a safe room elsewhere. But you were soon stopped by a bounty hunter who'd already made its way inside. It was a robot of some kind, though not like one you'd ever seen before, with a cylinder-shaped head and a stick-figure-like body that spun around as it took out everyone in the corridor but you.

Instead, it shot out a fiber cable, pinning your arms to your sides. And then it clamped one of its hands around the back of your neck, firmly enough where you didn't try to fight back, and guided you toward the lift to the upper level.

As soon as the lift doors opened, though, you were met by a pair of masked, black-clad hunters. You only had enough time to register them as the ones who'd attacked you in Maz's palace, the mercenaries from Crimson Dawn, before the droid pushed you away from the doors and the blaster fight that ensued between them. You stumbled onto the ground and found it difficult to get yourself back up without the use of your arms. By the time you did get on your feet, the mercenaries had overtaken the droid, its metallic body short-circuiting on the floor beside you. One of them grabbed you and hauled you into the lift.

It went on like this for some time. Once the lift brought you to the ground floor, there were more hunters waiting. A fight would break out, and the new hunter would take down the old one, and you'd be moved a bit further through the facility before someone else showed up. There were droids, dark troopers, a man who looked like a lizard.... Some were knocked out, others merely distracted, and even more actually killed.

It was like a game to them, a challenge to see who was truly the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. But it was one you quickly realized you didn't have to worry about being a part of. Despite the violence, you were being kept safe. Each hunter's first move was to protect you. Each one was careful not to let their attacks of the others stray toward you. So you let them take you around, like a baton being passed in a relay race. And with each new exchange-of-hands, you hoped the next one would be to Boba Fett.

You didn't have to wonder if that moment would come for long. A song started playing over the intercom speakers in the facility, cutting off an announcement that technology and experiments would soon be evacuated. It was the song you had played for him, to let him know of the need for this crazy plan. He was here.

You were rounding a corner with your current captor, a burly thug you vaguely recognized as having hunted you back when you first came through the portal. As expected, others were waiting. This time, a duo who had the same tanned, wrinkly features, one slightly taller with a braided pony tail, and the other wearing goggles and holding a really big gun.

The gun fired and the thug fell beside you on the ground with a thud. The shooter grinned at you.

"Little missy!" he shouted above the music, handing the gun over to his partner and throwing his arms wide. "It's been too long since I saw your pretty face!"

"Hondo," you said with a sigh that was equal parts relief and disappointment. You looked down at the gaping hole that sizzled in the dead hunter's stomach. "That's quite the weapon."

"As I always say, speak softly and carry a big gun."

His friend snorted. "I thought it was drive a big tank?"

Hondo tut-ed. "Oh same difference, Quadoro. Anyway, it's courtesy of a really lovely woman we just met. Helped show us around. Had a real can-do attitude. Reminded me of a little lady I know..."

"Mom," you responded to the knowing look he gave you.

"Sounds like you might have stories to share with me now, eh kid?" Hondo smirked.

"Where is she?"

He beckoned you forward. "Just down here. We secured ourselves in a weapons room--"

"Experimental weapons," Quadoro clarified, undoing the cables still tied around your body as you went with them down the corridor.

"Yes, yes. It was fairly easy to identify you on the monitor, so as soon as you got to the hallway we came out for you."

You arrived at the room in question, the door swooshing open to let you in and promptly swooshing back shut behind you. Quadoro fired a round from the big gun at the control panel to prevent it from being reopened.

"Hey, careful!" Hondo snapped. "There's only so much charge in that thing! We might need it later!"

"It's just on the lowest setting."

"Exactly my point! What if we want to use the missile setting but you've already drained it from doing crap like this?"

You tuned out their bickering as you took in your surroundings. There were shelves and grates all around the white walls, stacked with firearms, grenades, and plenty of other devices you couldn't recognize but could only guess at their purpose. There were a few other doorways around the room, too, leading to further storage closets or hallways to other parts of the facility.

You could see a woman moving about in one of the closets. Your mom. You were about to make your way toward her when a particularly dramatic part of your song blared over the speakers, making Hondo laugh.

"What great music. I wasn't sure when Boba told us to hook that mess of cables up to the comms. Thought it was a waste of time given the circumstances, you know? But I like it. Adds some style."

"Boba?" you stopped to ask. "He's with you? He's here?"

"We ran into him after we landed but then split up. He's around somewhere...."

As if on cue, the door to another hallway on the other side of the room opened. There were sounds of a firefight beyond before a familiar green helmet entered, shooting behind him. Hondo and Quadoro moved in front of you with weapons drawn before they also recognized the hunter. When the threat in the hall was finally taken care of, the hunter closed the door and finally turned to face you all.

You couldn't help yourself; you ran around the pirates and threw yourself at Boba, awkwardly wrapping your arms around his armor and jetpack. He returned the embrace, but only briefly, pulling you back to inspect you for injuries.

"I'm fine," you insisted. He nodded reluctantly but still seemed on edge. You couldn't blame him. He had no idea what was really going on, only that things had become bad enough to alert every bounty hunter to your location.

As if reading your mind, he grumbled, "I hate this song. Gave me a heart attack when I heard it."

Though you'd had a reason to play it, and no other choice really, you still couldn't help but feel some guilt. Before you could even begin to explain some of what you had learned, your mom popped out of the little closet, carrying what looked to be a box explosives. She didn't seem to notice you yet.

"This is a great song, Hondo," she said. "A real classic."

Hondo motioned over to you. "Look who made their way to us. Guess we don't need to storm that basement after all."

Your mom smiled at you, relief evident in her features. "Hi hun. I wasn't sure what you were planning with that music player... and it is a little crazy... but I'm glad you're okay."

You gulped and reached for Boba's hand, bringing the stiff bounty hunter forward to meet her. His rough gloves scratched against your skin, but he allowed his fingers to wrap around yours, trusting you.

"Boba," you said softly. "This is my mom."

His expression was hidden beneath the helmet, but you didn't need to see it to know what it was. You knew exactly to what degree his frown lines would be, how his eyes would be solemn and his lips would struggle to remain relaxed and neutral. You knew he was happy for you, but sad for what it could mean for him.

Your mom's face, on the other hand, was emoting quite openly. She looked between the two of you with wide eyes and you could almost see her mind putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Eventually she relaxed a little and addressed him warmly.

"So you're the one we hired to collect our daughter."

You weren't sure how much of that sentence Boba was able to unpack right away. But he nodded his head respectfully and replied, "I guess I am. Pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you for protecting her," she smiled.

Hondo cleared his throat for attention. "Uh, I hate to break up this special meeting, but we should probably work on an escape plan before it's too late?"

Your mom nodded and set down her box, pulling out a small, handheld monitor from her belt and holding it out so you could all gather around. It was a heat map, similar to one you'd used before. Little dots moved all about. There was already a small cluster making its way toward the weapons room. You'd have maybe five minutes before they showed up.

"Unfortunately there aren't many options on this side of the facility," your mom said. She pointed to an outdoor spot just outside the hallway Boba had come from. "Just this platform here, but there won't be any transports. The portal generator is built into the cliffside just beside it, so it's technically a no-fly zone."

"My ship is in a fissure just here," Boba said, also pointing at the map. "It'll take a few trips to fly everyone over with my jetpack, though. I'm sorry, if I'd known I'd be saving multiple people..."

His quiet tone broke your heart. He really did feel remorseful, despite having had no way to know any different.

"Oh don't worry about us," Hondo spoke up, clapping his friend on the back. "We thought it'd be easy to collect the bounty on little missy here, but now we know there is none, we'll make sure she gets out safe. The Empire clipped our ship on the way in, but we can fight our way to some other transports. We'll add some distractions along the way."

"You can use this bay here," your mom offered. "They'll be using those pods to evacuate the experiments. Should make it easy to fly out under the radar."

"Perfect," Hondo grinned. "We'll start with the hooligans coming up the corridor."

The duo marched off to the hallway, Quadoro starting to hoist his big gun on his shoulder dramatically until Hondo snapped that he should really get something more practical. The pirate huffed and let it fall onto a nearby shelf before grabbing a smaller gun. They both gave you a salute before disappearing down the hall.

"I'm guessing you can only carry one at a time?" your mom asked in their wake. Boba nodded.

"So two trips, then..." she mused. Her finger glided over the screen where Boba had pointed out his ship earlier. It was black, with no features to distinguish the crags and dips of the terrain. But your mom seemed to be visualizing it in her head. You realized with a pang of sadness that while you had been traveling around the galaxy, she had been here, stuck in a sterile facility on a gloomy planet with devious people.

"There's a large air vent in that closet," she finally said, thumbing behind her. "It'll spit out down in the ravine... I'm just not sure where...."

"Good enough," Boba nodded again. "Even if it's not close to the ship, it'll provide protection for one of you while I take the other to it."

"Agreed," your mom said, leading you toward the vent in question.

"My helmet was reading high chemical levels in the air when I was outside. Will that be a problem?" Boba asked as he bolted the closet door shut from the inside. Ever thinking ahead, as always.

"Oh..." your mom sighed, though more in annoyance. "Yes, they emit from the ravines. The Empire's dug deep for their experiments, more so out here since this division's work has been the least productive."

She pulled some gas masks off a nearby hook and held one out to you. "It's only toxic when the lightning storms pass over. These masks will filter it until we can get to the ship."

You went ahead and strapped on the mask, trying not to think about how silly it probably made you look. You then helped Boba remove the grate from the vent in the floor. You could see the square metal shaft only descend down a short ways before branching horizontally away.

"I'll go first," you mom volunteered. Her mask hid her expression but the sheepishness was evident in her voice. "I'm claustrophobic."

She dropped down and began crawling away hastily. Boba nodded at you to go next. As you started crawling, you could hear him slide down behind you and move the grate back into place.

It was a very quick crawl. There was one grate along the way with a filter caked in dirt. Your mom pushed the flimsy thing aside and continued to lead you down the shaft. Even through the gas mask, you could tell you were getting closer to the outside. There was that same sulfuric smell you'd gotten a whiff of when you'd first landed, only much more potent in the dampened air.

Eventually your mom was kicking at the outside grate, the piece of metal clattering away. There was an outcropping of the cliffside just below that she climbed out onto. You joined her, blinking up at the darkened sky as little droplets of rain hit your exposed skin. It was a light rain, but consistent.

"Do you know where to go from here?" your mom asked as Boba clambered out of the vent behind you.

He flipped open the panel on his wrist cuff, using some kind of scanner to locate his ship. But then there was a noise, like a group of people shouting. He snapped it shut and peered around the edge of the cliffside, you and your mom sneaking a peek from behind him. The vent had only sent you right alongside the platform, the one that sat just below the portal generator. A group of bounty hunters had made their way onto it, using their own scanners to look around. Either your pirate friends hadn't succeeded in distracting the group from before, or this was a new party who'd come from elsewhere.

The three of you each uttered your own curse word. This was not good.

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[starshineskyandthepowerofrock]

Stuff You Wouldn't Think To Find

Part 23 of Starshine, Sky, and the Power of Rock

The portal kinda feels like how sparkling water tastes, if that makes sense. I meet Sky on the other side to find her shaking magical shimmers out of her hair.

"They really like sparkles over here, don't they?" she says.

I wiggle and watch the glittery particles fall from my pajamas. There's Sky's pencil next to my slippers! I pick it up. "Hey, look!"

Sky smiles and puts the pencil behind her ear for safe keeping. She looks around. "Any idea where we are?"

I shrug. It's super dark in here. The portal glows pink next to us and Sky's eyes glow blue so I can see just around me. But everything else? I haven't got a clue. "Do you know a light spell?"

"I know a 'make lights brighter' spell. It's a duet."

I don't see any lights to make bright in here except... hm... I put my hand through the portal again and swoosh it around a little. I pull back out with a handful of magical sparkles. Sky sings each part once for me, then I sing the melody while she sings the harmony. The sparkles glow brighter until we can see everything within two feet of us.

"Oooooh!" I say.

The walls and ceiling are a whole lot closer to us than I'd expected. We're in a super tight hallway, it looks like. No windows, no doors, nothing but what looks like an endless corridor. My heart's going again. I wonder what's down there! I've never explored a palace before, especially not an enchanted one!

Sky and I creep down the hall, our footsteps muted by our slippers. "Do you think that portal's always been there?" I ask.

"No clue," she says. "I feel like we would've noticed. Can't imagine why they'd put a secret passageway in a common room. Must be some kinda... magical glitch."

"Do you think your piano playing opened it? Like, on accident?"

Sky chuckles. "C'mon, you think I could do that? With a normal piano?"

I shrug. "I dunno. I've seen you do other cool stuff."

"Like what?"

"Like when you beat that guy in a guitar battle? That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

Sky doesn't look amused anymore. "Thanks," she says.

"Oh, um, sorry, i-is that a sore poi-"

"It's okay," she says a little too loud. She softens up a bit. "Thanks -- uh -- really, I'd forgotten I'd done that."

"See? So, you are cool!"

"You're pretty cool yourself," she says. "I wouldn't think you'd be up for something like this."

"Like what?"

"Ya'know. Sneaking around. Doesn't seem your speed."

I giggle. "I snuck around all the time back on the moon!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really! My friends and I used to sneak each other out of our bedroom windows and go hang out after curfew," I giggle. "They'd love you."

"Huh, maybe I'd love them too, then. You'll have to introduce us if that can happen."

"I sure hope so," I say, only to notice that feeling in my chest come back. Hmm. Time to change the subject. "Where do you think this leads?"

Sky scrunches her eyebrows a bit. She's quiet for longer than I'd expect. "I've got a theory but I'm not sure it's a good one."

"At least you've got one, right? Lemme hear, lemme hear!"

She takes a glance at me but turns back. "Let's see first before I say anything."

She keeps answering in ways I'm not ready for, huh. "Oh... Okay, then?"

The floor has been slowly inclining as we go. It was only a bit at first but it's getting so steep I wonder if we'll slip. I'm very thankful for the little sticky things on the bottom of my slippers-

"Ah!" Sky yelps. I catch her by the arm right before she hits the ground. "Thanks," she says. Then she furrows her brow. "Wait." She kneels back down again, more careful now, and puts her ear to the floor. "You hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"It's... It's like... Uh. A hum? No, not a- Huh." She stands back up. "But you hear it, right?"

I shake my head. "What are you talking about?"

"It's, uh. A sound? Or..." She tries clearing her ears, rubs her temples. "No, not a sound. It's, it's not in my ears, it's..." She's starting to breathe, oh no!

"Are you okay? Maybe we should turn back-"

She hits the side of her head. "What the hell is happening? You don't feel it?" She grits her teeth, squeezes her eyes shut. Then she puts her hands over her head and ducks as if shielding herself from... I don't even know what. She reminds me of...

"Do you have anxiety, Sky?"

She doesn't seem to hear me, she just keeps whispering "What the hell, what the hell, what the hell?"

Ohhhh gosh, what did my mom do? Would it work with her? I've gotta try!

"Sky? Sky, look at me, okay? Name 5 things you can see, 4 things you can hear, 3 things-"

She says a word I don't feel comfy repeating. Okay then, what else do I do to ground myself? Uhhhh. I start flapping my hands. I've gotta be the calm one now. Okay, okay. I take a big breath and let it out. "Can you try doing that, Sky?"

Her eyes land on me. I do it again. She tries a shaky breath of her own. I take another deep breath. Then she does. We breathe together few more times until she takes her trembling hands away from her head. She looks away, gulps, and says, "Uh, thanks. You're right. Maybe we should turn back."

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We both sleep in the next day. It's 12:30 when we've just started rubbing the clouds out of our eyes over a game of cards, only for Star to come into our dorm saying, "You two are still in your PJs? Was there a no-sleep slumber party that I missed?

Sky swirls the coffee in her mug and says, "Eh, I guess we're just both night owls, right, Crescent?"

I smile, realizing Star probably isn't the best person to tell about sneaking around secret palace corridors past curfew. "Yep!"

"Well, while you guys slept in, Citrus and I checked out the local marketplace. Sugarsweet has some great shops I think you two would like! Oh, and I asked around, Sky, and the music store wouldn't mind you coming in! We could go CD shopping!"

Sky's eyes light up. "Woah, really? That's great! Wanna go, Crescent?"

"Sure! Maybe we can skate, too! I hear the ice rinks here are made of frozen rock candy!"

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Wow, Sugarsweet really lives up to its name! Star says it's the capital of Dulcet Falls, a province I still can't believe exists! Oh my gosh, I'm so so happy we're here for the week! We stick out our tongues and let blue sour-sweet snowflakes land in our mouths.

"The precipitation is a different flavor in each city. Here, it's blue raspberry!" Star tells us.

"How'd that even happen?" I ask.

"Oh, I haven't a clue. Scientists have been studying the phenomena of this province for years and still aren't sure why."

"Well, I'm not complaining!" Sky says. "Hey, your tongues are blue!" She smiles, revealing her fangs are stained blue, too.

We giggle together and head towards the music shop. Just as Star promised, Sky steps right through the doorway without a problem. The aisles of CDs each end with a touch screen with attached earbuds so you can listen to a sample from any album on sale in the store.

We of course make a beeline for the rock section and browse CD after CD. Sky and I still don't really know a lot of the artists in the Land of Light, so we listen to tons of samples. Star is so excited to show us band after band, singer after singer. She's also got a lottt of allowance money that she has no trouble spending on us.

Sky is drawn to the secondhand section, maybe because she doesn't wanna have Star spend more on brand new CDs, or maybe because she's interested in that retro sound. The older stuff sounds cool, too! But there isn't a ton of hip hop over in this section, probably because the Land of Light's history with that is only as recent as moon rabbits coming down here and sharing our music with them. The Land of Light's hip hop has an interesting pop bent to it, one I don't hate at all and actually find kinda fun! But it does make me wish I could hear some beats that sound closer to the kind you hear back home...

Hm.

I ask Star and Sky if they can catch up with me at the skate rink. I can pay for my stuff, I assure Star.

🌙🌙🌙

I'm no better at skating then I was yesterday, but if it gets my mind off things then I'll take it. After a few more very wobbly tries at not letting gravity get the better of me, I finally decide to sit on a bench until Star and Sky catch up.

Okay. What are 5 things I can see? I see the pale blue skate rink. I see shop buildings with peppermint pillars supporting gingerbread walls and roofs covered in frosting. I see fairies and unicorns and elves and cat people who all skate way better than I do- uh uh, stop that! They're all doing their best, just like me! What's the point of a grounding technique if I'm gonna put myself down during it? Now, let's see. I see I girl who's... what is she doing? She's touching the edge of a chocolate road sign. Is she... She's broken off a piece!

I do my best to unlace my skates and get back in my boots as fast as I can and try to go get a better look. "Excuse me!" I say.

The girl's head snaps in my direction. Her eyes widen -- Her red eyes! She runs off.

"H-hey!" I say a whole lot of "excuse me"s and stumble a few times going at this speed but I've gotta catch up! "Wait up!"

The girl only stops to scoop up handful of snow and lob it in my direction. It whizzes past me. "That's not very nice!" I shout, still after her. "People have gotta use that sign, you can't just-"

"Buzz off, loser!" she shouts past the scarf covering her mouth. She's scrambling into the woods now.

I gasp. "No!" I pounce on her back and we both tumble into the flavored snow.

She shoves me off of her and coughs up a mouthful of snow, revealing a set of fangs I'm not much surprised to see. She looks up, eyes wide with worry. "What are you gonna do, report me? It'll be the last thing you-"

"You can't go running into the woods like that, silly! The Band of Darkness could snatch you up like that!" I try to snap to make my point but it's a little hard to make a sound with this wooly mitten on.

She blinks. "What?"

"When I first came to the Land of Light, I had to learn a lot about safety since the Band of Darkness likes to lurk around a lot. And the biggest rule was don't go in the woods! One of my friends is a vampire, too, so I know they won't go easy on you! Be careful, okay!"

She stares at me, not sure what to say. "I'll, um. I'll take that into account." She takes a bite out of the chocolate chunk in her hand.

Wow. I'm not sure what else to even say. I've got so many questions but none of them are coming out!

"Well then," she says, standing and brushing the snow off herself. "I have to go. You didn't see me, okay?"

"Huh? Yes I did!"

"I mean if anyone asks, you didn't meet me, okay? We didn't meet. Got it?"

"Uh. Um..."

"Got it?" she asks, more intense this time.

I nod. "I-I've got it!"

"Good. Now, aren't your friends wondering where you are?"

#waxing crescent #skylar acdalur #princess starshine #princess faylen

[mythrilhusk]

Despite Everything - Chapter 4

NOT RPF (Ao3 Link) Words: 2,091 Last Chapter CW: violence

Feat. Relationship (only SFW): Niki/Puffy (Rainbow Arson)

Spirit Reference Key:  Niki Nihachu - Death  Captain Puffy - Fire  Jack - Light  Eret - Ice  Awesamdude - Dark  Foolish - Life 

On the eve of Puffy's birthday, Niki finds herself cuddled with her girlfriend on a beanbag sofa as Jack and Puffy's three other friends laugh and banter around her. She reaches for the cookies to dip in her chocolate milk. Puffy gulps down her own favorite drink, her ears already flushed red with tipsiness. 

Jack and Sam play a card game, taking shots every time they lose a round. The two other teammates Niki just met today, Foolish and Eret, dance around in the kitchen as they cook up dinner. 

Niki grabs a handful of popcorn and chews it thoughtfully. The others haven't pressured her to fight with them yet, but she's ready for the inevitable disappointment. She watches the card game, trying to keep her mind off of darker musings. 

Eret strides out into the living room, their bi-pride-flag cape swooshing behind them. "Dinner is ready, Captain." 

Captain Puffy grins and wobbles to her feet. "To the kitchen!" She crows. 

Jack groans good-naturedly. "Man, I was just about to win!" 

"No, you weren't." Sam retorts, shoving Jack's shoulder playfully. 

Niki follows Puffy to the kitchen, where Foolish has set up the dinner table with paper plates and plastic cups. "Thanks, Effy, my son." Puffy slurs her consonants slightly. 

Foolish smiles and waves a bashful hand. "No problem, Papa." 

Sam sits down beside Niki. She slouches in her seat uncomfortably as he smiles at her. He's been waffling for weeks between either unsubtly avoiding her and being overtly friendly. If she didn't already know that he's very monogamously in love with some other dude, she'd think he's crushing on her. But that can't be it, so Niki is confused in regards to his possible motives.

Eret serves everyone heaping piles of the noodles and stirfry. "Truly, a queen among humanity." Puffy giggles as she stuffs food in her mouth. 

Foolish laughs at Jack, who's formed a mustache out of his noodles. The banter is so normal, the scene so mundane, it brings an ache to Niki's heart. 

The heavy knock on the door shatters the illusion. 

Niki rises to answer, but the door swings open before she can peek out the peephole. "Why, hello." A gruff voice intones, two glittering eyes pinning Niki in place. "Mind if I come in?" 

"Who are you?" Niki crosses her arms, blocking the way of the shadow. 

"You may know me as Technoblade." The massive form ducks through the door and into the light, shedding the boiling shadows. Niki gasps and flinches back from the menacing figure. 

Technoblade adjusts the glasses resting on his muzzle, scratches his bristly neck, and widens his amused grin. Behind Niki, her friends have all stood up, tensing for battle. "Relax." Technoblade admonishes lightly, raising his claws. "I'm not here to kill any of you this time." 

"This time??" 

Technoblade laughs awkwardly. "Aha, don't let this scare you or anything, but I'm under oath to not harm any of you tonight." 

"What do you want??" Puffy snarls, yanking Niki behind herself protectively. 

"We would like you to join our anti-emperor coup d'etat as allies." His tusks glint as he bends his head to stare at them through his glasses. "Sam, you smell terrible." 

"Ha- what??" Sam clenches his fists. "Wanna say that again, big guy??" 

"Yeah, actually. You stink of guilt and lies." Technoblade shrugs. "Hey, that's none of my business though if y'all wanna associate with a traitor." 

"Out." Puffy growls, glaring up at Techno. "Get out." 

"Wait, wait, haha, I kinda have to secure this alliance. C'mon, Captain, what do you say?" 

"Fuck you." Puffy flips him off. "Leave." 

Technoblade shrugs. "K. Don't say I didn't warn you." He ducks out of the door again, once more shrouded in shadow.  

Puffy slams the door after him. "What the hell was that about?? How dare he come in here to, to try to tear us apart!" 

Niki steps back as Foolish and Jack join in Puffy's rage. She turns and meets Sam's eyes. He stares at her with broken desperation apparent in the welling tears. Eret offers Sam their hand. "You good, man?" 

Sam flinches. "I- I'm so sorry." 

The room goes unnaturally silent. Puffy breaks the quiet tension with a furious shriek, throwing up her arms and storming to the beanbag. She throws herself into the poof and muffles an angry scream. 

"What do you mean, Sam??" Foolish cries. "What are you sorry for, you've done nothing!! Right??" 

Sam drops his eyes with a heavy sigh. "I have prior loyalties that- I thought I wouldn't encounter him again, okay? I thought- I thought he was gone for good. But he's back. And I can't betray him again, or- or he'll kill all of you, and I can't let that happen!" 

Jack pats Sam's shoulder. "Hey, look, at least you had good motives." 

Niki leaves Jack and Eret to comfort Sam, and approaches Puffy, who kicks her feet on the floor, still making noises like a pissed off tea kettle. "Are you okay?" 

"No, I'm not okay!" Puffy snaps, going miserably limp in the poofy beanbag. "I can't even protect my own team." Tears well in her eyes. "I can't even protect my own fucking team!! Why the fuck did that goddamn bastard Technoblade notice before I did??" 

"I, I think he's still out on the balcony, Puffy." Niki hisses upon glancing out the window. 

"Damn him, of course he is." Puffy grumbles. "Please deal with him for me?" 

"Of course, babe." Niki impishly plants a kiss on Puffy's wrist, then leaps up. 

Upon opening the door, she scowls at the lurking Technoblade. "Fifty thousand a day." 

"Heh? That's a rather high price, what about-"

"This is not a negotiation." Niki smiles sweetly. "It's an ultimatum. We will be your allies in this coup if you pay each of us fifty thousand bullion credits a day." 

Technoblade huffs heavily. "Don't punt anyone, they said. Just barter, it'll be easy, they said... Damn Wilbur, he should've been here instead." 

"Take it or leave it." 

"Fine, I suppose that deal is okay, I guess." Technoblade grumbles. "We'll contact you when we want your assistance." 

"Deal." Niki slams the door closed on him once more.

Puffy giggles hysterically as Niki sits down beside her. "Niki, I can't believe you just extorted the Pax Triumvirs!" 

"Wait, what??" Niki shrieks furiously, leaping to her feet. "The what?? Didn't they beat up Sam??" 

"Yes, but- Niki, you good, babe?" 

Niki glares venomously at the window. "I am going to extort so much more when those bastards try to contact us again." 

Puffy guffaws. Niki glances back at her with a fond smile. In the kitchen, Foolish, Eret, and Jack try to comfort Sam with ideas on how to free him from whatever entity that's been threatening him. 

Nothing about this is normal, anymore. But Niki finds she doesn't mind so much. 

++++

Cloaked in the night, Badboyhalo trails Technoblade back to his base. The foolish Angel walks confidently, unaware of his stalker. Bad waits as Technoblade turns a corner. He sneaks around after waiting a moment. 

But Techno has disappeared. Bad huffs, annoyed that he has to use his meager strength to track the Angel. This was supposed to be a quick, easy mission. He closes his eyes and lets the darkness seep through him. 

Technoblade's form is a mere whisper tickling Bad's senses. Right behind him. Bad ducks; the blade of an axe whistles over his head. His daggers leap into his hands and he slashes for the Angel's arms. Feathers rustle, Bad's only warning before a heavy wing bowls him over. 

"Rude." Technoblade places a foot on Bad's chest, slowly increasing the pressure as Bad struggles to gasp for air. "Why are you followin' me?" 

"I, I was just, just passing throu-gck-!" Iron gravity wraps around his limbs, choking him. "Please-" Bad whimpers. 

"I asked a simple question." 

The pressure eases slightly, allowing Bad to gather his breath for an answer. "I- I just want to make sure they stay safe!" He cries. 

"Who? Nemesis?? They'll be fine. I ain't gonna kill them unless they try to cross us." 

"I know." Bad pleads. "I know, but the Lucid Spider is out and looking for revenge." 

Technoblade's eyes light up. He lifts his foot and yanks Bad to his feet. "The Lucid Spider, you say...?" 

"Yes! He's going to kill me if he finds me, but there's not time, I have to warn the Spirits." Bad brushes himself off. He glances up just in time to see Technoblade hiding a smirk. 

"Well, then. I've got some good news, then." 

"Oh? Really?" Bad perks up hopefully. 

Technoblade caresses the blade of his axe thoughtfully. "Good for me, that is. I'm not entirely sure how great it will work out for you, to be honest." 

"Oh-" Bad shrinks away. "Please don't?" 

"Alright. What'll I get if I let you go?" 

Bad thinks for a moment. He doesn't have riches, or anything really. "Uh, the satisfaction of doing the right thing?" 

"Heh." Technoblade laughs darkly. "I'm afraid that doesn't pay the bills. I can't have Quackity getting pissy cause I let a hostage go for having the moral high ground, now, can I..." He raises his axe. "You're comin' with me." 

Desperately, Bad kicks Technoblade in the gut. The Angel grabs his foot and twists, knocking Bad off balance. Bad shrieks as the axe slams down. It stops, hovering barely a centimeter away from the heartbeat pounding in Bad's throat. Technoblade scowls at Bad for a moment, then turns away and sheathes his axe. "Come on." 

Bad shrinks back, trembling with terrified adrenaline. He wants to go home. He wants to return to Skeppy and Antfrost, his team, his friends.

He starts to draw the shadows to himself in the vain hopes of sneaking away, but he's yanked into the air by gravitational forces beyond his control, then slammed down again. Technoblade doesn't even glance back at him, doesn't say anything, merely waits as Bad regains his breath and struggles to his feet. 

Badboyhalo looks over his shoulder at the nearest escape. Then he looks back at the Angel, who stretches his arms with a lazy yawn. He meekly follows his captor. 

++++

Antfrost and Skeppy search the bridges and alleys frantically for Bad. Skeppy gets increasingly more and more panicked as no traces are found. "What if Dream got him??" Skeppy cries. "That fucking bastard-" He bursts into tears. "Now Bad will never yell at me again!!" 

Antfrost growls low in his throat. He's grown accustomed to teammates dying, but the loss still aches. "We will find Dream and make him pay." 

"Ye-yeah!" Skeppy sobs. "I don't understand, how could Bad let himself be defeated??" 

Antfrost shakes his head. "The goddamn muffinhead shoulda taken us with him." 

"He didn't even tell us where he was going!!" Skeppy cries. "He could be literally anywhere!" 

"I will try to look." Antfrost kneels on the cold bridge and clasps his hands together. His eyes snap open, blazing golden as his cyan phylactery floats up from the silver chain around his neck. Beams of light flare and dance around his body. 

"Badboyhalo." He hums and Io hums with him. "I am Antfrost, Speaker for the Dead. I summon you. Badboyhalo!" 

Skeppy stares at Antfrost, never failing to be amazed every time the former Spirit of Death taps into his lingering power. Antfrost's white and gold outfit glistens with diamond dew, setting off the cyan accents of the sharp holographic wings fluttering behind him. 

"We can't find him." Punz murmurs through the invisible portal to Hel's gates. 

"He's not here," Fundy confirms. 

"We will search for him." Purpled promises. 

Tears bead in Antfrost's eyes. He struggles to close the portal and cut off his power. His dead friends give him spectral hugs, then retreat once more to whatever afterlives they've chosen. His eyes flicker closed as he collapses weakly to the ironwood planks. 

Skeppy wails as he picks up Antfrost. "Don't die!!" 

"I'm not dead, you idiot." Antfrost snaps with his remaining strength. "Just, just let me rest." 

Antfrost lets Skeppy carry him back to their team headquarters. Skeppy, dear Skeppy. Formerly Spirit of Life, until it was ripped from him. Badboyhalo, dear muffin, former Spirit of Dark, until he gave it up for Skeppy's life. Punz, Fundy, and Purpled were not so lucky. Antfrost senses his remaining reserves of magic. He's running too low. Just one more spell, and his own body could be torn apart by the forces that only the gods will ever truly understand. 

#captain puffy #niki nihachu #eret #awesamdude #foolishg #jack manifold #badboyhalo #antfrost #skeppy #technoblade #magical warriors au #dream smp au #dream smp #not rpf #rainbow arson #magical transformations #violence cw

[inforapound]

Ease The Dawn Chapter 12

A/N - This is chapter 12 from Part 1. For some reason tumblr ate it. Thanks to the reader who let me know. 

Chapter 12 of 18

Pairing - Ivar and Aethelswith

"I will trade Aethelswith for Lord Burgred."

"We call her Aethelswith now?" Hvitserk asked looking up with a mouth full of chicken.

Grimacing, Ivar said nothing, looking back down at the ax in his hand.

"For what purpose, Ivar? You cannot believe he is going to get us territory?"

A smile crept over Ivar's face and he looked back up, cocking his head to one side.

"No, but our men must....for now," he shook his head, "You know nothing of negotiations."

"I know that you no longer dine with your men. You retire early and squirrel away in your tent each evening with candles burning late." Pausing, he gulped from his horn. "You race back to camp as quickly as you can anytime you are away, even designate men to handle tasks you would have never trusted to anyone before. What is going on?"

"Careful!" Ivar snapped. "I command this army Hvitserk. It involves study and strategic planning. Your little brain could not begin to fathom the intricacies involved. Do you think the leader of the Heathen Army must also hunt to feed his warriors? Hmm? Go on every raid? Am I charged with those tasks as well?" Lifting his ax, he pointed it at Hvitserk as if to scold. "I will not be questioned by you."

"You are enamored by her, Ivar."

"I am not!" he spat.

"I understand," Hvitserk carried on. "She is a rare beauty. Gorgeous! With a figure begging to be..."

Swoosh!

A rush of wind passed and Hvitserk felt the ax fly, narrowly missing his temple and embed deeply into the wooden post of the rain canopy. Knowing Ivar never missed, it was a warning to silence him. His eyes shot wide with disbelief and he only hoped Ivar did not want the kill of yet another brother as a stain on his legacy.

"Leave," Ivar ordered, running his hand over his dark slicked-back hair.

Glaring, Hvitserk trudged away, his anger was obvious in his expression and stiff movements.

Shifting his focus, Ivar picked at the callused skin that ran along the inside of his finger. He felt strange. Jittery. Was he getting sick, he wondered? Leaning his head back against the tall wooden chair, he closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. Her face was there, imprinted on his mind...as usual. How could such a small woman make him feel so weak? Holding her ransom was proving to be capricious... a distraction. She seemed content to simply sit quietly across from him drawing childish pictures or playing games.

Pulling his legs to one side, he sunk deeper in the chair, elbow propped on an armrest and chin resting on his hand. Still...she was unlike anyone he had ever met. The corners of his mouth lifted into a subtle smile thinking of the way she would laugh at her own witty remarks. The thought made him sigh as more images of her rolled through his mind. He could tell her things, personal things and she never wavered. She possessed a gentleness that made him feel...well, like a man. His legs and fractured form never an unwelcome barrier. Groaning under his breath, he rolled his eyes. Did she make him feel weak or strong? Would his mind ever know peace again? Perhaps after she was traded, then he could return to his life before her. Wait..his brows furrowed... how was his life before her?

Grunting, he barked at a passing thrall for a cup of mead, settling back into his thoughts. That was the scale of her disruption. He could not even picture his life before her. Who did he used to speak to? Scoffing, he took a deep drink from his now full cup of ale. He felt anxious. Flustered. Pulling himself straight in his chair, he grabbed his crutch and pushed up out of his seat, off to find the healer; get a tincture or some remedy to cure this illness in his mind.

---

She sketched and sketched and sketched, partly to pass the time and partly as an outlet for her fixation. The etching sounds on the thin paper did little to chase the itch in her mind... her heart even. She was conflicted. Deeply conflicted. After being captured and detained in his tent, she used to devise ways of escaping his gaze, now, she never wanted his eyes to leave her. Shaking her head, she studied the drawing before her. Those hands. Those enormous, powerful, weathered hands...what they were capable of. What violence and death they had inflicted. Shuddering, she remembered the whisper of a touch on her back so impossibly gentle. She should be mortified by those hands, yet, looking at them now, perfectly reflected in her charcoal sketch, just made her souls say yes.

She was no longer capable of controlling her thoughts; the reprehensible, unchristian, intrusive images. Surrendering to those feelings, for just an instant, she allowed them to flow like a current through her body. He would never know, he could not see into the depth of her mind. Could he, she wondered? Of course not. She would carry her affection for him through to the end of her life, a secret, muted, burning torch. It was simply her inexperience that left her vulnerable. Her husband's mistreatment and Ivar's protective way of dominating her. He was her source of survival in captivity after all and she was no stranger to dark men, but...unlike her husband, Ivar never left her afraid. She felt safe, she felt companionship. He made her feel cherished.

Hearing the rattle of his braces, she straightened, quickly reshuffling her papers and placed a recently started bird at the top. Entering, he crossed the tent without a word, dropping down onto the stool across from her, wincing as he loosened his buckles. Noticing how his jaw was pushed forward, she assumed he was in a salty mood.

"Your hair is loose," he said when he looked up, clearly surprised, his eyes raking over her long wavy hair that hung over her shoulders and down her sides.

Glancing up to him, she saw that he was staring at her as if they had not spent the last months confined in close quarters. It's was obvious; he was caught off-guard. Raised brows and softly parted lips like he had forgotten her appearance and was seeing her for the first time.

"I left it loose. It takes so long to dry braided. The days are nice now but the evenings are still cool." Looking back to her work, she stifled a smile. "I did not want to catch a chill."

Turning his head, he glanced towards the undisturbed tub; the curtain drawn back and neatly tied.

"When did you bathe?"

"I did not bathe." She looked up from the dark raven beginning to take form on her paper.

"Then.... why was your hair wet?" he asked, sounding puzzled.

"I went swimming."

"You what!"

Aethelswith's eyes widened.

"I went...."

"I heard you! With whom?" he snapped.

"Brana and Hilde and...

"Was Gussr there?"

"Of course."

"I did not give you permission to swim. You are not here to play with slaves. They are not your ladies in....whatever you Christians call them." Shaking his head, his mouth fell open as if in disbelief. "The river has strong currents with the level so high. You could have been swept away and drowned and then I would have put up with you for this long for nothing."

"My father may have focussed his efforts on my brothers, but he did see that I was taught how to properly swim. Besides, Gussr was there. Looking like he might lay an egg, mind you, but Hvitserk is a strong swimmer..."

"What!" Ivar shouted. "My brother? He swam with you?" Ivar's hands clenched into fists.

Blinking quickly, Aethelswith strained to hold his gaze, his eyes conveying his anger. "Well," she started cautiously. "Your brother and Hilde seem to be quite familiar. I doubt...."

"He saw you like that?" Ivar cut over her.

"I doubt he saw much of anyone but her."

"NO SWIMMING!" his voice was a near shriek. "None!" Looking away, his eyes danced around the tent. Leaning forward, he stared at her again, pointing his index finger.

"No. Swimming." he repeated, his tone loaded with warning.

Biting the end of her own to tongue, she stopped herself from saying anything further. She was comfortable quipping back at him in a civil setting, while they ate or played chess, but she was not so brazen to push him while like that.

"In fact, you stay away from the river." He nodded his head with a jerk. "Completely."

"Can I not fish?" The question slipped out. "I do enjoy helping the women," she added quietly.

Air shot out his flared nostrils and his face flickered at her gull.

"Swimming is actually an easier way to bathe?" she continued.

"Do I not provide you with a tub? Thralls to help wash you?" his voice was building, barely controlled and she recognized that he would soon not be able to cool.

"You do, my Lord, you are most generous," she subtly bowed her head. "Ok," she acquiesced, "no swimming," she repeated softly.

"This is not a negotiation," he sniped, grabbing his cup only to find it empty.

"No, of course not." She pursed her lips together looking up toward the ceiling, willing her mouth to quiet. "But technically....my Lord...that is not exactly what a negotiation is."

"I know what negotiation is!" he roared, slamming his empty cup down on the table. "How dare you debate with me. I will not tolerate it. If you were anyone else I would have you whipped."

At that, their expressions dissolved, both instantly looking stunned. Closing her eyes, she recomposed, breaking the silence first.

"Please, forgive me, my mouth is faster than my mind. I will not swim again. I apologize for angering you. Will you have a cup of wine with me before our meal is brought? You would likely prefer mead, yes?" She spoke calmly. Sweetly. Standing, she moved away from the table grabbing a pitcher from the entrance table. Approaching him from behind, she leaned over his shoulder and filled his cup. Her loose hair danced across the leathers of his back and her breast grazed his shoulder. His body froze in response and he clenched his jaw, inhaling her soft, honeyed scent. It was rousing, exhilarating. The woman was going to drive him to insanity.

"Shall we play dice tonight, or would you prefer chess?" she continued in a soothing tone.

Scowling, Ivar thought about his brother seeing her in the water, wet, his eyes on her body. Folding onto the ground, he grunted, ignoring her questions and crawled to his bed. Climbing up, he pulled his legs into place and, with a huff, lay down on his back.

Slipping through the flaps of the tent, Brana entered carrying two plates of food, hesitating at the sight of  Ivar on his bed. She proceeded to put the plates down on the table, flashing Aethelswith a questioning look. Aethelswith could only shrug in response. Checking the pitcher of mead, Brana hurried back out through the door with likely no desire to catch Ivar's attention.

"Are you not going to eat?" she asked.

There was no reply.

Lifting his head, with fingers interlaced on his chest as he looked at her.

"What were you wearing?"

"Pardon?" she questioned.

"Do you have water in your ears?" he grunted, resting his head back down. "What did you wear to swim?" he asked exaggerating each word, eyes still fixed on the tent ceiling.

"I swam in my clothes."

"What clothes?"

"The clothes I was wearing."

"Yes, thank you for your detailed description. What clothes were you wearing? Exactly."

"Umm...I was wearing my green dress."

"Which one?" he chirped.

"The sage green one with the embroidery around the neckline." Ivar nodded in recognition. "And my undergarments. I only took off my shoes and hosiery."

Ivar clenched his jaw at the image. "You are not lying to me, are you?"

"No."

"You would never lie to me, would you?"

"I would never lie to anyone," she replied.

It was quiet for a moment so Aethelswith began without him, lifting her spoon to taste her evening meal.

"Just this once," Ivar's voice was sharp, "try not to make as much noise when you eat as a cow chewing cud."

Smiling, Aethelswith ate the white fish, thinking a more appropriate title for him might be, Ivar The Jealous.

#ease the dawn #ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #ivar ragnarson #vikings ivar

[optimistic-violinist]

Guys, we’re getting the band together!

Wow! Another fanfic! This time inspired by the lovely @not-so-innocent-bi-sander ‘s CALM band au, which you can find here.

summary: how Roman manages to get them all together in one place and pitch his idea.

word count: 2500 ish

Enjoy!!

“Mr. Brooks? A messenger dropped this off for you this morning.”

Logan looked up from his phone as he walked into his office and nodded gratefully at his secretary, taking the letter from him.

“Thank you Dominic. If you need me, I’ll be going over the latest mix in my office until my meeting at eleven.”

Logan Brooks: music producer, DJ, remixer, and EDM composer extraordinaire. Logan sat down at his desk, taking a moment to look out over the skyline, before turning his attention to the letter he had been handed.

To: Mr. Logan Brooks was scrawled on the front of the heavy, cream colored envelope. It was sealed with a bright red, wax seal that made Logan quirk his eyebrow. That was a bit extravagant. He grabbed the letter opener he kept in his desk and deftly opened it.

Dear Mr. Logan Brooks,

You are cordially invited to a business dinner at my home this Friday evening at 7. I am a big fan of your work and would love to discuss a collaboration with you if at all possible. Do you have any allergies I should know of? Please let me know in your RSVP.

Highest regards,

Mr. Roman Lyons

Now that was a surprise. Roman Lyons was a well-known actor, having won several awards over the past year alone. What on earth could he want with Logan’s line of work?

But still, the invite was intriguing. He figured there would be no harm in seeing what this collaboration was all about. After all, if worse came to worse he could always decline. Rising from his seat, he returned to the front desk.

“Dominic. Send an RSVP to Mr. Lyons through the same messenger service. Tell him I’ll be there.”

Patton Campbell was probably the most down to earth celebrity anyone had ever met. Granted, he was still up and coming, but he was talented and his fan base was growing fast. Even with the added attention recently, he still loved to go out and mingle with the crowd after a show, signing autographs, taking photos, or just thanking them for coming.

He was enjoying the buzz from the crowd as they slowly trickled out of the lobby and back into the parking lot, ready to go home after the concert. He was still smiling as someone came up and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Patton Campbell, correct?”

He turned to face the newcomer and his jaw nearly dropped.

“Yeah, yeah! That’s me! And you’re-“

The man laughed. “Roman Lyons. That was a sweet concert you just put on my friend.”

“Oh wow, I mean, thank you! I- I really enjoy what I do, so it’s always a pleasure.”

“I’m glad. It’s important to be passionate about one’s career. Say, what are you doing this Friday evening?”

“Oh, I- um, I don’t think I have anything. I’d have to double check of course, but, why?”

“I’m having a dinner at my home with a couple other artists. I have an idea for a collaboration and was wondering if you would be interested in joining us.”

Patton didn’t know what to say. “I- yes! Oh my gosh, I would love to! I’ll be there!”

“Excellent! I look forward to it. I’ll have my agent contact yours with all the information. See you then!”

Patton stood in blissful shock as he watched one of his favorite actors ever walk away after, not only, congratulating him on his show, but giving him a personal dinner invitation.

He needed to sit down.

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Virgil was finally happy to have a moment to relax. He had been working non-stop on his latest album and had just sent the final cut to his producer to make sure it was good to go. With a groan, he flopped back onto his bean bag chair that he kept at the studio for that express purpose. Being a solo artist was a lot of work, that was for sure. He had convinced his assistant editor to take the night off and had finished up the album himself. The punk rock guitarist had just needed some time alone.

He was dozing off, enjoying the quiet, considering playing a game on his phone when there was a quiet knock at the door and the click of it opening. Virgil’s eyes snapped open and settled into a glare when he saw who it was.

“I already told you I’m not interested,” he said loudly, relaxing back into the bean bag.

“You haven’t even heard my idea yet!” Roman replied closing the door behind him.

“Well it’s your idea so, the answer is still no.” The actor heaved a deep breath, trying to keep his cool, and Virgil smirked, pleased to get a rise out of the man.

“I know you like to work alone,” Roman finally said, voice a lot softer than expected. “But I can’t help but think that that must get… lonely sometimes. This Friday evening at 7, Patton Campbell and Logan Brooks will be coming to my place for dinner. You’re invited. And if after that you decide you still don’t want a part in it, I won’t bother you further.” He held up a business card and set it on the desk where the sound mixer sat. “I hope you’ll come.” And he left.

Well- heck.

Now he kind of wanted to go.

He and Logan and interacted a bit in the past and he had never met Patton, but the guy seemed nice enough (not that he wasn’t totally convinced it wasn’t just a front). And just the four of them wouldn’t be too awkward.

Or it could be the most awkward thing of his life.

Virgil groaned, pressing his hands into his eyes, fighting against the new emotions. He had tried working with others one time and that had led to him going to ongoing therapy for the last five years and a scandal of considerable size that had taken months to work through. So no, he was not eager to try it again.

But Roman had seemed to cut right to the heart of the issue. If he really admitted it to himself, he was lonely. He didn’t do friends anymore; he couldn’t, not after last time.

He finally stood up and stalked over to the card Roman had left. It was a business card with the actor’s address and (personal?) phone number scribbled on the back. Virgil hated this- this… speck of hope.

He shoved it in his back pocket and grabbed his jacket, flipping the lights off on his way out. Maybe this time could be different.

He doubted it though.

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Roman peeked out the door and into the entryway. Everything was set up and ready to go. Two out of the three of his guests had arrived and were making small talk near the door, but he had to admit, he was quite disappointed that their resident punk rocker had failed to show. Ah well. He poised himself, ready to swoosh open the doors and welcome his guests, when his phone buzzed. Odd. Roman pulled it out to see a text from an unknown number.

Running late. Be there in ten. [skull emoji]

Roman smiled. This was going to be an excellent evening.

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“Friends! Welcome to my home! Thank you so much for coming.”

Logan and Patton looked up from their conversation, Patton smiling warmly, dressed in a light blue flannel shirt, and Logan, wearing a black button up shirt, merely looking intrigued.

“Glad to be here,” Logan replied, adjusting his glasses. “Are we expecting anyone else this evening?”

“Our third guest will be arriving shortly, he’s running a bit late I’m afraid. While we wait, let’s move to the dining room.”

Roman’s house was indeed quite ostentatious. Dark wood, white marble floors, with red upholstery and gold detailing really made the place seem quite lavish. And of course there was the fact that it was, well, huge.

“Your house is amazing, Mr. Lyons!” Patton exclaimed as they made their way down the hall.

“Please, call me Roman. And thank you, I’m quite pleased with how it turned out. “ His phone buzzed. “Excuse me. Please, take a seat. Our third guest just arrived.”

Patton watched Roman go, then turned back to Logan excitedly, taking the seat across from him. “Who do you think it’s going to be?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea. While you and I may be in the music industry, there is no connection between the three of us. I expect we’re in for a surprise.”

No sooner had he spoken than Roman returned toting a leather jacket clad Virgil Grimm in tow.

“Oh. My. Goodness,” Patton breathed. No one could probably tell based off Patton’s look alone, but Virgil Grimm was one of Patton’s favorite artists. His lyrics were absolute masterpieces.

“Sup,” Virgil greeted. Roman gestured for him to take a seat and he chose the spot next to Patton, almost sending the country singer into a heart attack.

“Hi! I’m Patton!” he greeted, unable to contain himself any longer and extended his hand, which Virgil awkwardly shook.

“Virgil.”

“Big fan of your work. Actually, big fan of all your work. You guys are amazing!” He stopped, realizing he had started to gush, and hoping he wouldn’t be kicked out or anything. Roman smiled.

“I have to agree with Patton. You guys are amazing. But, there’s plenty of time to talk business later. First, food!”

A couple servers came in, each carrying two plates, placing one in front of each artist. They were met with a quiet chorus of thank you’s as they ducked back out.

“Geez Roman, you pulled out all the stops, didn’t you?” Virgil asks, admiring his steak, baked potato, and bowl of fresh fruit.

“It does look quite good,” Logan agreed, placing his napkin on his lap before digging in.

Patton and Roman were the ones that kept the conversation going throughout dinner. They jumped from Roman’s most recent projects to how Logan got into the music industry in the first place to asking after the inspiration for the lyrics of Virgil’s various songs. It was a little awkward, but not for long. Virgil hated to say it, but he was enjoying himself.

“How about we take dessert in the lounge?” Roman suggested. The others followed him, Virgil and Logan quietly discussing the pros and cons of various sound editing techniques, and ended up in a comfy lounge. Bookshelves lined the walls, a couple couches were centered around a coffee table in front of a fireplace with a TV mounted above it on one side of the room, while a grand piano took up the other half of it. A small display of sweets was set up on the coffee table and they moved to sit on the couches.

“Now-“ Roman began only to be cut off by Virgil.

“So help me, if you say, “now you’re probably wondering why I’ve brought you all here today.””

“Psh, ah, I was not going to say that.” A pause. “But since you brought it up, you’re probably wondering why I’ve brought you all here today.”

“Yes, that would be accurate.”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.”

“Very well then. I told all of you I was interested in a collaboration and that’s true, however what I didn’t tell you was that it would be a collaboration between the four of us.” They looked amongst themselves all thinking the same thing: they were all so different. What could they possibly do together?

“I want to form a band.”

All three seemed to react at once. Patton with a laugh and a surprised smile, Logan with a frank, “Absurd,” and Virgil with a growl as he seemed to sink in on himself.

“Now hear me out-” Roman began.

“Not to be rude,” Logan interrupted. “But the thought is preposterous. We all come from different genres of music and you,” he said, waving his hand, “don’t even have a presence in the music world.

“Come on now Logan,” Patton said. “We have more in common than you think. Music…”

They waited, but he didn’t continue.

“Oh he’s done. As I was saying-”

“I am Moana!” 

They were all left in stunned silence as Roman belted out the random Disney line. It was surprisingly good.

“Have you ever felt like nobody was there?”

“Dear Evan Hansen?” Patton whispered to Virgil.

“I want adventure in the great wide somewhere! I want it more than I can tell!” he sung, standing up and moving to the more open part of the room.

“Beauty and the Beast,” Virgil muttered.

“You sound really good Roman,” Patton said.

“Yes,” Logan mused. “He’s not wrong.”

“Oh, ah, thank you,” Roman said, clearing his throat. “Come on, don’t you see! We could make this work! I’ve always wanted to sing, but the right role never came up. So, I thought, why not take matters into my own hands? And you three! You’re all brilliant! With me as vocals, Virgil on guitar, Patton on bass, and Logan on synthesizer, how could we not be huge?”

“So is that what this is about?” Virgil said. “Being huge? In case you haven’t noticed Princey we’re all kind of famous.”

“Which is why…” Roman drawled. “We keep our identities a secret.”

He was met with confused silence, maybe a cricket chirp.

“What-”

“Think about it. Combined, we have the resources to keep this completely internal. To write, record, and produce our own music without anyone having to know who we are. And then we can see how good we are together. Will people listen to us for our music? Or just for our names.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Patton finally said. “And I think it sounds like a lot of fun. I’ll need to brush up my bass skills though.”

“The idea is intriguing, I admit. Assuming we can work around all of our schedules, I’d be willing to give it a try.”

“Virgil?” The look Roman gave him was pleading, but also respectful; whatever Virgil’s decision was, he would accept it.

“You know I hate working with others,” he finally said. “But, I’ll give it a shot.”

Roman couldn’t help the whoop of excitement with a rather enthusiastic fist pump.

“Thank you guys. Thank you guys so much. I can’t wait to start working with you.”

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In a Day or Two--Ch. 4

Chapter 4

           I leaned against the wall just outside the door of my building, fiddling nervously with my phone. It was late afternoon on my third full day in Tokyo. I’d spent the day before walking around the ward to get a sense of direction and to see what my temporary home had to offer. My body clock was still adjusting to the fourteen-hour shift, but I was slowly pushing my way back to a normal schedule. The catnaps and ward walks were helping.

           Movement to my left caught my attention. When I looked up, I saw Kenny walking down the street toward me. The first day we met, I hadn’t paid attention to what he was wearing since I was just happy someone spoke English. The second time we ran into each other, he’d been in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. Now, I couldn’t help but feel giddy at how attractive he looked.

           He wore a white Henley sweater that hugged his arms and shoulders and tapered down to his waist. The front tail of it was tucked into his waistband behind the silver buckle of his belt. His jeans were ripped in the right thigh and the left knee, and they looked relaxed and well-worn. There was a small black messenger bag strapped over his chest. His two-toned curls bounced as he walked. Mirrored aviators hid his blue eyes from the sun.

           “Hey, Shaye-san,” Kenny greeted as he closed the distance between us on the sidewalk. His hands were tucked into his pockets, making his biceps look bigger in the Henley. “You ready?”

           I stepped away from the wall, nervously brushing at my clothes. At least I didn’t look underdressed based on what he had on. “Be kind to me, Kenny-san. I’ve never been to an honest-to-goodness arcade before.”

           He gestured for me to go ahead of him. “You’ll love it. I promise.”

           We walked in silence for a few minutes, both of us meandering along on the sidewalk. I was strangely aware of his presence close by. In a way, he reminded me of a guy I knew in college. We’d been best friends the entire time, and, when he got married a year after graduation, he’d asked me to be his “best gal” at the wedding. I had the sudden strange urge to snap a picture of Kenny and send it to him just to get his opinion. It was funny that I didn’t want to talk to my mother about Kenny, but sharing the knowledge of him with my old friend was perfectly comfortable.

           The thought made me laugh quietly. Kenny must have noticed, as he gently bumped my shoulder. “What’s so funny?”

           I glanced up, aware keenly of how tall he was. He had to be an easy five or six inches taller than me, which put him around six feet if I had to guess. “I was just thinking that you remind me of one of my guy friends back home.”

           “Hmm. Tell me about him.” He slowed his pace to a little.

           My lips tipped upward into a smile as I looked up at the sky. “Ned is something else, and that’s the easiest way to put it. Well… his name is Edward, but everybody’s called him Ned since I can remember. We met in college. I remember one time, a few months after we met in freshman year, that I went camping with him and his family. Like, the whole deal—tents and fishing and all of it. I grew up in New York City, so I’d never done anything like that before. It was amazing.”

           He let out a faint hum in recognition. “Is he cute?”

           “As a button,” I replied, swiping my phone open and going straight through my photo gallery to a photo of Ned from a recent dinner. I turned the screen toward Kenny so he could see.

           “Agreed.” He tucked his hands deeper into his pockets. “How come he didn’t come with you?”

           I looked at my companion, feeling my brows merge in confusion. “Why would he?” Before Kenny could respond, it clicked in my brain. I tried very hard not to laugh at him. “We’re not a thing. He’s married. He’s, like, my best friend. But that’s it.”

            Kenny smiled sheepishly, color burning on his cheeks. “I just assumed…”

           My eyes rolled so hard that I thought they would be stuck in the back of my head. “If you wanted to know if I had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, all you had to do was ask.”

           “Well, I mean, I did just meet—wait, girlfriend?”

           I shrugged. “Hey, girls are pretty awesome too.”

           Something about that response struck him into silence. I hoped that the silence didn’t mean that I’d upset him or made him feel uncomfortable. Honestly, it was just that I wasn’t very good at meeting new people.

           “Here we are,” Kenny spoke up after a long while of silence. We were standing on the sidewalk outside a tall building with neon signs on the outside. An automatic door swooshed open as we walked in, filling the space around me with the air-conditioned noise of change machines, prize drops, and dance music.

           “Holy shit,” I breathed as I glanced around at the game systems that spread out in every direction. “Arcades definitely don’t look like this in New York.”

           Kenny smiled and put his arm around my back hovering just over the base of my spine, but he didn’t touch me. Still, it made my heart pick up its pace. The presence of his hand was enough to guide me into the building and off the tiled aisle onto a carpeted area littered with every type of game known to man. I looked at the game closest to me, surprised to find that it was skee-ball.

           “I know that one!” I exclaimed, twisting to look up at him. What I saw was slightly breathtaking. He’d removed the sunglasses and hung them from the collar of his Henley. Even in the lower light of the arcade, his eyes were bright and wide. They crinkled a little at the corners as he smiled, flashing white teeth and something like dimples but not quite.

           “Just a second,” Kenny said, digging his wallet out of his pocket. He grabbed some cash and stepped over to a change machine. The coins clattered out and Kenny swept them up in his nimble fingers. He turned around and held out a handful to me. “Loser buys dinner?”

           “Done,” I grinned, cupping my hands so that he could spill a portion of the coins into them. I pushed some into my pocket and palmed the others as I reached out, snatched Kenny by the wrist, and began pulling him toward the skee-ball game.

           Dropping my coins into the machine, I quickly swept my hair back into a knot. As the balls rattled down the chute, I glanced over to see Kenny pulling his sleeves up his forearms. He picked up his first shot, holding the ball balanced with his thumb and forefinger. I took up mine, turning it over and over in my palm.

           Lights flashed and the sound of a bell triggered the start of the round. I didn’t dare look at Kenny. Instead, I focused on picking up balls and flinging them up the ramp into rings as quickly as I could. The first few ended up in the 10-point spot, but I got lucky with a few in the 500. What felt like five seconds later, a buzzer went off.

           I turned to see Kenny looking sheepish. “Sorry,” he shrugged.

           “Best two out of three?” I quipped, knowing full well that I probably wasn’t going to win.

~Ω~

           I slid into the booth across from Kenny, feeling warm and winded after playing what felt like every game in the arcade. He leaned his cheek against his palm, elbow propped on the edge of the table, and gave me a look that was somehow hazy around the edges. Flustered, I looked anywhere but at him. My eyes landed on the plastic laminated menu, searching the pictures to find something—anything—that I would want to eat.

           “What’s good here?” I asked, trying to hide the tremor in my voice.

           “I always get the yakitori,” he replied, his beautifully unique fingers tapping on the menu over a picture of what looked like a kebab. “It’s fantastic. Trust me.”

           “Hmm, trust you?” I made the mistake of glancing up. Kenny was watching me with a slight tilt to his lips. I tried not to think of how attractive he was. “I mean, you did set me up in the arcade. How was I to know you were going to mop the floor with me?”

           “Well, my friends do call me ‘The Cleaner’ so…” He leaned back in the booth. I felt his feet bump into mine as he stretched out his legs. “But I haven’t steered you wrong on anything important, Shaye-san.”

           I pushed the menu away, knowing I was going to follow his advice anyway. “You call me ‘Shaye-san.’ Am I being rude by not calling you ‘Kenny-san?’”

           He shook his head and sent his curls bouncing. “If it bothers you, I’ll stop.”

           “I didn’t say that.”

           Kenny bumped his feet into mine again, this time it felt intentional.

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JLCR: instrumental track edition

Just hit another milestone on the JLCR playlist (1250 songs!) so I’m doing another mini-playlist, this time focussing on instrumental songs for locations and specific scenes. 

I’ve organized the playlist by campaign and then by order within the campaign. Because Critical Role gives us stunning scenes every single episode, I’ve only been able to include a fraction of my favourites, usually chosen because I had a specific song in mind. I’ve also quoted parts of Matt’s descriptions, so that this is also an ode to his beautiful narration.

This playlist has got a little bit of everything: folk/trad, lo-fi beats, post-rock, soundtrack, and classical. I hope you enjoy!

Campaign 1

Whitestone, Briarwood Arc

The Night King, Ramin Djawadi (from Game of Thrones, Season 8)

“As you get close enough to start scanning over details, you can see that a lot of the buildings appear to be closed or empty. There are people working in the fields. As you make your way to the centre of the town, there is a town square. There is a tree there, a very large, old tree that is twisted, with all these various gnarled branches that reach out. You recall Desmond mentioning something called the Sun Tree that is the centrepiece of this area. And you get a view enough of the tree to see that there are eight humanoid bodies of varying ages swinging from it.” (e28)

Bolts of lightning are coming down from the storm in the distance, too, as the thunderstorm itself is reaching more of a fervoured pace, the rain itself getting harder and harder on you guys. So, with that, you can see, looking over your shoulder on the other side of this wall another bit of skeletal horde is starting to come down one of the nearby intersections. (e32)

Okay, okay, I know this is a little too on-point: this song was literally written about fighting an undead army in and around a castle. But when I listen to this song and close my eyes, I can imagine a dozen scenes from the Briarwood arc, played out perfectly in my head. And Ramin Djawadi is just a fantastic composer.

The Flute Duels in The Diamond Nest

The Ballroom Set, Jean-Michel Veillon

“So you pull out your flute and other gnomish girl with her flute as well gives you a look, and you guys start weaving together this flute duel, almost like Flight of the Bumblebees but two conflicting sides. As you guys begin to build this perpetual symphony of — it’s almost jazz flute almost in this improvisational feel to it. The drums build, you can see Dr. Dranzel is tapping his foot to it and he gets this really fast fiddle sound out of a classic violin, the whole room begins to gather around and cheer. [...] 

Eyes locked, tapping your feet heavily against the actual wood to the table. The rhythmic pounding of your feet and the drums — because the entire room is now also slamming their tables in with it as the music builds and builds until eventually you both take one deep breath and go for that same sustained note a second time. She’s challenging you at the game she lost last time, and the two of you both swell into this cacophonous spray of music that hits this one final note.” (e37)

As a flute player of 14+ years with a strong interest in traditional music, I can fairly confidently say that a flute duel would be unlikely to end on a very long note, because flutes sound like shit when you start to lose air, which is usually after only a few seconds — flutes are the least air-efficient of all wind instruments, unless you can circular breathe, in which case it’s a moot point. 

That being said, I love this scene, and I’ve chosen a song by one of my favourite trad flutists for it, Jean-Michel Veillon. He’s a master of Breton and Irish flute, both of which contain improvisational elements that you can hear in this mind-numbingly fast piece. While it has none of Dr Dranzel’s fiddle in it, there’s only one flute, and it doesn’t end on a particularly long note, it’s definitely a crowd-pleaser that would both provide a distraction for a stealthing party and challenge a long-lost daughter to keep up. 

Pyrah, Destroyed

Study for Player Piano (II), Ólafur Arnalds

“Your vision crests the mountain and steps into the valley of broken, blackened shale to the ever-burning forest. As you come upon it, you recall where the Fire Ashari village was and where you were greeted before and given your trials. Where there is now nothing but sundered, broken wood, tents, destroyed bodies burned and charred and curled up in horrible ever-gasping pain. 

The forest itself is flattened from the inside out, like a blast from the centre of it just exploded outward, the trees all bent and snapped at the base, and in the centre, where there once was that small pool of molten lava that you created the portal through and stepped into the elemental plane, there is a large, ominous, flickering gash between the planes that is roughly 30 to 40 feet in width and height that is pulsing as fire and magma pours out of it. You can see wandering imps and elementals and various entities slowly peeking out and escaping and wandering throughout the mountain tops. From what you can see, there are no signs of any survivors.” (e40)

The entire Chroma Conclave attack is emotionally harrowing but Matt’s description of (and Marisha’s reaction to) Pyrah’s destruction just kills me. This piece gives off such a horrified, mournful mood to it, and the glittering piano throughout makes me think of falling ashes. 

Glintshore Island

Hydrological Story, Kishi Bashi (from the Fourth Phase)

“As you begin to grow closer to the island, you see, as it begins to come more into form, there is a singular mountain peak that’s shifted mostly to the western side. It’s not a super peak. It’s a gradual point. You can see a little bit of a brush-like detail of the jungle that you had heard mentioned before. He begins to bring you up towards the southern shore of the island. At this point of perspective, the sunlight that’s hitting the island is causing a glittery shift of thousands of points of light across the beach shoreline, deep into where the blackened jungle tree line is. It’s beautiful. It’s a very strange and awe-inspiring sight, to be such a small little forgotten part of the land and to look so pretty from this distance.

The closer you get, the beauty begins to fade as you see the black beaches. You can see the landscape is barren and broken, aside from the ashen grey and black jungle plants and trees that have been left there, dead, for an extended period of time. The mountain itself, the rock itself going from black to a ruddy red and brown colour. The sands themselves and the glass surface across the eastern shore that tends to reach out, almost like a mouth of a creature, is rough and varied in topography” (e67).

Glintshore has fascinated me from the moment I heard its description — what a setting for one of the most intense fights of all of campaign 1, and the arguable emotional climax of Percy’s character arc. I think this piece perfectly captures a sense of beauty, strangeness, menace, and anticipation. 

The Birth Heart

Aspen Trees, Danny Norbury

“As you enter the Birth Heart, it’s an archway of branches and trees that knit into each other and wrap around as you step in. You can see what looks like a heavy cluster of forest is really just an outside row of trees that are all intertwined. The inside is open with the occasional stalk of tree that blossoms up into the higher portion. [...] 

This is the centre of the Birth Heart. And within there are a number of lanterns that are hung from the branches all throughout that all have their own yellowish fairy glow within each point. They’re all through the inside at different levels. It’s just hundreds and hundreds of these yellow glowing lights that are hooked up into the boughs ahead. There are a number of people walking off the path, just through the soft mulch wood and dying pine soft floor of the canopy, all wearing similar robes of greens and yellows, golds and whites” (e84).

The description of the Birth Heart is among my favourites in all of Critical Role; if I had to live anywhere in Exandria, it would for sure be the Birth Heart (despite Ashley’s misgivings about what Senokir’s wife’s ashes might be doing to the place...) This song, for me, evokes the feeling of being surrounded by nature and totally at peace. 

Ioun’s Test

Harbinger, Mike Oldfield

“Clutching the Ioun stone, as you sing this song, the stone glows ever so faintly in your hand and you glance up and you can see about ten of the various spectral librarians that are wandering have stopped and they’re all looking at you. Seemingly temporarily distracted or entranced by the song. [...] As you continue to sing, with each beat, each name that’s mentioned that deals with the Calamity and the Chained Oblivion, you watch as their pace seems to quicken a bit, and then as the singing slows they begin to slow down again. [...] 

They continue to push at a brisk pace and you watch as other of the spectral librarians begin to gather into this group and is now a cluster of about 25 of them that are snaking around these bookcases and traveling at a pretty fair pace. Which once was walking pace, and then went to a jogging pace, they’re now darting through. And they’re leading you quickly away from the centre of the library where everyone else seems to be clustered. So the two of you are following and swooshing behind them, you’re going over and around bookcases. Some of the bookcases you see have giant holes in the centre and you can dart through and dive past. The speed is increasing to the point where the wind is starting to kick up in your hair and you’re amazed at the speed of these librarians and the fact that they’re being driven by your very song, and also the fact that you have no idea how far away the rest of your friends are in this library, and this library seems to just go on and on and on” (e105).

The imagery of Scanlan conducting the spectres with Mythcarver and his singing, desperately holding onto Vex as she maneuvers her way perfectly through eternal bookshelves — it’s just too much. I love it. This song feels celestial and ethereal, appropriate to Ioun’s realm, but conveys the excitement, urgency, and movement of the scene — with a large orchestral sound that surrounds you.

Whitestone’s Epilogue

Coronation March, Edward Elgar (performed by George Hurst & the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra)

Cassandra, as a note by the way. She’s had a few pretty difficult brushes with death and the experiences definitely left a mark on her. Within the year following the battle with Vecna, she begins to remind you of yourself at a very dark time. Recognizing that, you come to her and help pull her from a dangerous edge of lashing out at the place she’s worked so hard to build. You help her realize that this guilt she’s been holding as being a tool of manipulation, the times that she has been is not her fault, and used against the ones she loves. In that determination to no longer be a tool for others to use, she asks Vex to teach her and train her. To not just be the lady beacon of Whitestone, but also join in as one of its protectors” (e115).

This is among my favourite pieces of classical music ever. The opening theme — melancholic but stately — reminds me particularly of Cassandra. No matter how much time passes, the halls of Whitestone will always bring some memories of the years she was a captive in her own home. However, there is something of hope in it, too, and the transition into a major theme reminds me in particular of Vex and Percy’s devotion to their city, and of the healing that Cassandra and Percy might find together. Also big fancy balls. 

Campaign 2

The Evening Nip

Passage, linanthem 

“Eventually, you hear some voices and some laughter, and a clink of glasses. As you curve down, the light gets brighter from around the corner, until suddenly you look into a stone-set subterranean tavern. From floor to ceiling, it’s about 20 feet tall. You can see there are two balconies that overlook it from the left side, and one that’s barely visible around the corner, as the room opens up to the right of you.” (e13)

You can see in the far back right corner of the chamber there is a long, dark mahogany well-carved table. [...] Sitting feet crossed up on the table in a nice, long deep-blue coat, leather-gloved hands, light teal skin, jet-black hair that’s long, just past the shoulders, a widow’s peak in the centre, a bit of a dark goatee, male figure standing there, hands entwined and crossed, looking at you from across the way with a curious grin” (e14).

Shouldn’t the Evening Nip be playing medieval tavern music? Probably, but I think sleazy, jazzy beats fit the Gentleman perfectly. You can almost hear his skin dripping.

The Underground Laboratory

I Don’t Think About You Anymore But, I Don’t Think About You Anyless, Hungry Ghosts

“Each couple of splashing sounds that hit as the oars hit the water and the occasional crack of the water against the brook or a rock in the centre, you being to maneuver your way through this dark tunnel with just the low light that you’ve been applying. It gets colder and colder the further down the tunnel you go and while it is moist, you begin to see your breath just in general this low in the ground. [...]

The torchlight extends into the chamber, and you can see a little more now. The two side chambers are almost pill-shaped. They’re rounded at each side, and they’re enclosed, but open into the center chamber. At each of these rounded edges, as you step inside and glance to the right and left, you can see cage-like contraptions: iron domes that are very tight-knit, dark iron rusted metal. They’re on the edges of each side. You see load-bearing pillars in the center of the chamber to the right and left, and cold braziers behind those against the walls: little domed pieces of stone that once contained flame for light. Across the way you can see two tables with chairs, a bookcase” (e15).

This is the song that’s running through my head anytime the Mighty Nein are going to a remotely spooky place. And can’t you imagine some drips and metal bar squeaks superimposed over this track to make it the perfect spooky-underground-lab track?

The Blooming Grove 

Owl Song, Cosmo Sheldrake

“There is something unnatural, or at least magical, that maintains this little pocket of untouched paradise. There you can see small pools, bits of bog where the soft green and browns of compost fall into green, thick, algae-covered bits of water. You can see dozens and dozens of stone tablets, about a foot to two feet high, with bits of script across them, too far to see, that have partially fallen or leaning. [...] 

As the light passes between the small breaks in the tree canopies, the green comes to light with colour, numerous types of colour. A rainbow of flowers, of pigments you’ve never really seen before, begin to emerge as the light hits it. Nearly every inch of these gravesites contain a smattering scatter of rainbow colors across petal and stame.” (e28).

I have so much love in my heart for the Blooming Grove, and Caduceus’s introduction — it’s my favourite example of the trope that @night-filled-mountain so beautifully described once: "The tension breaks and everyone is so incredibly tender.” Their arrival, through thorns, to a paradise and a new ally, gave me a feeling of peace and relief that I’ve rarely felt in fiction. I think this song just really gets to the heart of the Blooming Grove: peaceful, though strange, and surrounded by mysterious circumstances.

The beaches of Nicodranus

another perspective, Idealism

“Looking past the afternoon sun at this vantage point especially, you can see it dancing across the distant horizon shore like hundreds of little glistening flecks of glass. The shore’s sound itself is very soothing as you approach and pull up your pants and take off your boots to begin to step into the soft sand. [...] 

As you guys gather your things, dusk has set in, and now the sky shifts from light blue to a deep blue and purple on the eastern side as the oranges, reds, yellows, and pinks begin to overtake the western side of the skyline” (e33).

“As you gather in the mid-afternoon here in Nicodranas, you walk your way towards the ocean side of the port, finding the lengths of the city that lead to the familiar beaches where you once had yourself a stroll, a soak and a battle with a crab. [...] Beautiful open sky. The warm sun hitting you up through your clothes. You can see now Yeza and Luke, both, marvelling at the sight before Luke just goes running off into the water” (e71).

Every time the Mighty Nein come to Nicodranas, I know we’re in for a treat with Matt’s descriptions. Their beach day marked a peaceful moment before the pirate arc, while their return before this current arc allowed them to breathe after Yasha... leaving, and for Nott to have some much-needed beach conversations. This peaceful lo-fi track evokes that same sense of calm and nostalgia that I get from those episodes, and in particular makes me think of, perhaps, a quiet moment between Nott and Yeza, watching a Nicodranas sunset. 

Darktow

Under Ceilidh Pressure, Coìg

“This island, unlike the jungle islands that you’ve come across and a vast majority of the Swavain Islands here off the Menagerie Coast, is mostly rock and cliff. In fact, from what you can see, most of this island from this perspective is jagged cliff face and probably a few hundred feet up is where the island’s even surface even begins. At the base around this cliff face you can see a scattered web of a shipyard, just tangled docks that maneuver around containing dozens and dozens of ships. Across that you see numerous torches that mark various intersections where they all meet, and built into the base of this cliff face, you see a number of buildings and windows, all slowly being lit as the night grows darker and darker. This mass of natural-looking, hive-like pirate city there stands before you. Welcome to Darktow” (e41).

You guys walk out into the cold night air. The heavy mist has fallen across Darktow and you can barely see beyond the outskirts of the city where the ocean begins. You can still hear the waters coming in against the rocks on the outside of the island, but you cannot actually see where the water connects. Beyond that, you can see the outline of the ship masts that are set at the end of the shipyard that are vanishing into the mist that surround you” (e42).

Wow, Darktow sure was cool — wouldn’t it have been nice if they’d stayed there for more than 24 hours? Either way, though, this Cape Breton folk band’s song gives me strong pirate-town-at-night vibes, and the part where it picks up in the middle reminds me especially of their chaotic heist on the boat.

Felderwin

Elégie in C Minor, Gabriel Fauré (performed by Jacqueline du Pré)

“As you come upon the outside of Felderwin, which is built not too far from the Eistus River, you can already see there are a number of buildings burned and blackened on the opposite end of the fields. The fields are on the northern side of the city. On the southeastern side, there's a section of the town that appears to have burned or burnt down to varying degrees” (e48). 

“You make your way past the outskirts and you can see the river itself cruising right along. It would be a beautiful landscape if there wasn't this intensity of emotion and the distant haze of long-greyed smoke that still hangs over the vicinity of the partially burned farmlands. Nevertheless, Nott leads you over towards one of the shaded banks under a few trees and you come to a stop” (e49).

An elegy seemed like a good choice for Nott’s return to Felderwin, both for her mourning her (presumed dead) husband and for her recounting the details of her death. The happy, nostalgic middle theme makes me think of Nott’s happier memories in Felderwin, and in particular her description of coming to the river with Yeza. And Jacqueline du Pre’s gorgeous, evocative cello playing makes my heart hurt. 

Rosohna

La Cathédrale engloutie, Claude Debussy (performed by Martin Jones)

“As he turns, you can now see before you, throughout the vicinity, this beautiful courtyard of subtle grey and green bushes and trees. You see that you're on a hill. The centre of the city seems to be on some sort of hilltop and looking down, you can see the perimeter wall, made of a dull grey with a purplish-tint type stone and across the crest of it, you see these green lanterns that alight with this soft, green glow. 

Beyond that, beyond the barricades, your vision stretches out to see the entirety, it seems, of Rosohna, this incredible, vast metropolis, alit with thousands of the same little, green lantern glows. You see stone and metal and dark clay making up all the structures in various sizes and shapes, some of which have been repurposed ruins of old that have been built upon and refurbished, some of which, at least closer to the centre, appear to be extensions of an elvish, domicile design that is familiar yet unfamiliar, in some ways slender and jagged, but beautiful and sleek. Then, beyond that, you can see extending wards of the city that tend to be a little more patchwork and scattered. You can see distant bonfires that are lit in some of the streets, giving distinct orange glows that break up the rest of the green, sparkling lights that make up the entirety of your vision. It's beautiful.” (e57)

Matt’s description of Rosohna took my breath away: such a monumental city in a place that the characters had been told was barely “civilized.” This piano prelude captures, for me, the idea of walking up that hill and gradually, this enormous, dark, glittering, beautiful city sprawling before you. Musically, this song is built in parts on unusual scales, so that it gives me the sense of “familiar yet unfamiliar.”

And that’s a wrap! Thanks so much for reading and listening!

#critical role #cr music #my stuff #I have been working on this for way too long

[heyhyunjiin]

hyunchan ➳ fallenangel!au

Warnings: none

Genre: angst

Pairing: hyunchan x gender neutral reader

A/N: hello!! this will contain multiple parts & WILL have romance so be prepared, hehe. this was inspired by the supernatural tv series. I ALWAYS APPRECIATE FEEDBACK!!!

it’s been a decade since I’ve posted an au hAH

so please enjoy!

In heaven, the main purpose of this particular rank of angels is to guide and protect humans through their everyday lives and they consistently report to their superiors who’re in charge of maintaining the influx of souls. 

This makes each human have two angels!

aaaand you’ve been blessed with having hyunjin and chan as your designated feather boi’s ଘ( ♡ᗜ♡)

chan and hyunjin are in the protection division and were quite frankly the best in their league! all of their humans have been well guarded till their time ended. They almost never leave their person unattended because hey! If something happened to you, it’d be on them & neither could live out his eternal lifespan knowing that he foolishly let you get hurt. The only time they HAD to go is if their superior demands a word… even till then, these boys would stall as much time possible. The longer they’re away from you, the more prone you are to an untimely death & that would make them a horrible angel.

It all started when the superior was once again, hollering in their ear for a brief summary of the progress and ordered to be met with in the park downtown. 

It was chan’s turn to meet up & he asked hyunjin to be extra careful with you in his absense, only to be waved away by the younger angel, saying something along the lines of you scrolling on your phone won’t bring any danger other than radiation probably. 

Chan rolled his eyes and left as fast as possible so he could return soon because indeed, one angel was strong as heck but hyunjin couldn’t defend you completely from other beings trying to interfere with your fate. (⚆_⚆)

*cough cough: demons, fairies, etc.*

Chan swooshed from behind a massive oak tree, catching sight of his superior immediately, seated on a bench with his finger impatiently tapping his knee. A small, 5’0 blonde man with icy blue eyes wearing a daunting scowl that never seemed to leave his porcelain complexioned face. 

“Hello, brother.” Chan greeted the elder angel with respect.

“Details. Now,” ordered Dongmin, the feather boi’s superior older brother. ( •̀ω•́ )σ

Chan chuckled and said, “Always so eager for stats, huh?” 

His brother clenched his fist and barked, “I have others to check up on, y’know! Mind not wasting my time with your jokes?” 

chan just couldn’t help but giggle further at the angry face of dongmin. It was just so hard to take him seriously with his lil angry face.

but nevertheless, chan gave his report of how your life is going, the numerous times your stupid decisions might’ve caused some serious consequences but hyunjin saved you, & all the possibilities you could’ve died but chan was always there, keeping you safe!! ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

dongmin jotted all of it down in his log book & as soon as he shut the leatherbound journal, chan whisked it out of his grasp and flipped to random pages, commenting about how nice the handwriting was.

dongmin was nearly losing his head, jumping for the book and shouting at how chan can’t read other angels’ report bc it was a violation of the heavenly act #34, section 23, on page 489. mans is rlly detailed… 

（¬＿¬)

chan easily towered over him and held the journal high above min’s head while teasing.

once he saw how close to tears the older angel was, he handed the book back again. 

“cheer up, donkey! don’t be so uptight all the time.” chan said as he watched dongmin dust off the book with a handkerchief as he muttered to himself.

“i told you not to call me that!” he huffed. 

“go back to your human!!! we’re done here.” dongmin added while waving chan away. 

chan laughed one more time, and sauntered to the oak tree, just about ready to swoosh back to your apartment when he heard min talking to another angel, his fellow superior sister, who arrived just as chan got behind the tree so either angel couldn’t see him still there.

subin was her name and she was just as uptight as dongmin was, but wasn’t as expressive about her ideas. 

she sat calmly on the bench, staring in the direction of some children playing on the swing while speaking, “the numbers aren’t sufficient, dongmin.”

the smoll angel plopped beside her, that ever-so-famous scowl plastered on his face once more. “i know. not enough humans are dying.” he said.

subin’s hazel eyes drifted to meet the blue ones of dongmin. “is the plan going accordingly?”

a satisfied grin creeped its way to the male’s face as he nodded slightly. “yes. i’ve convinced alot of angels who’ve agreed to let their humans get in harm’s way so their souls may go to our home, increasing our divine power.”

HOLD THE PHONE.

WHAT (๑･`▱´･๑)

chan was extremely surprised by what was said. was dongmin being serious?! 

brief background info: human souls are like ounces of fuel. they’re a power source for all sorts of beings, which is why it’s so important to collect as many as possible in order to maintain strength and authority. the angels and demons have been going at these humans for so long, accumulating more and more power for their respective groups. but, as of recent milleniums, the demons were getting more juice than the angels bc people weren’t dying fast enough but they sure were sinning! (`･ヘ´･ ) so the angels are playing dirty by letting their people die early so they don’t sin enough and in return, the angels get their fix. 

subin softly smiled and replied, “good. but, how about chan and hyunjin? they’re the best protectors according to the data, and with them in the same boat as us, we’d be unstoppable.”

min felt his fists tighten, remembering the teasing of his tall sibling. 

“they’re oblivious to the plan for now and i think it’ll be hard to convince them but we’ll find a way.”

the two superiors vanished with a swoosh & chan was left flabberghasted behind the oak tree. 

hyunjin ofc reacted in the same manner once chan told him all about the meeting. 

they knew that the whole plan was wicked & everyone couldn’t possibly be on board with it right? they had to do something about it! ( •̀ω•́ )σ

the duo waited till you were fast asleep when they used their abilities to send an urgent message to hyeonjeong, one of the eldest angels known of creation. he had bigger authority over any angel that they knew of. they knew he’d never submit to such a cruel method & could do something to stop subin & dongmin from causing further damage to the lives of billions of people.

all seemed to be working well and they shortly received a reply from an angel that gave a location to meet at. 

when they swooshed, both boys showed up to an abandoned warehouse that was muddy and rundown. 

they looked around for any sight of hyeonjeong- his long silver hair, white suit, or even his colossal sized wings, but nada.

“greetings, brothers.” they heard a familiar voice from behind.

it was hyunwoo. a sketchy mf

behind him emerged two more others, armed with angel-killing blades. 

chan and hyunjin were now in defensive mode bc not many things could kill an angel but those blades could literally do the job in one stab. 

“where’s hyeonjeong?” chan asked with gritted teeth, eyeing the closest enemy angel. 

hyunwoo clapped his hands together as he answered, “he’s on a mission elsewhere… but, don’t worry! i caught your message & was ordered to deliver you upstairs. with force, if necessary.” he seemed a little eager at the last bit.

hyunjin wasted not a second longer, and punched the angel closest to him, managing to steal the blade, and jabbing it straight through the chest. 

chan was able to take down the other angel, but he felt a sharp tip pressed against his shoulder blade.

looks like hyunwoo brought his own weapon.

he shouted to hyunjin, “what a pity! i sort of liked those two,” he nodded his head at the corpse of the dead angels. “but, enough games for today. let’s go before i get bored.”

in one snap, chan & hyunjin were bound and sat in a conference room. they knew they were in heaven with the numerous clouds that fluttered past the windows. dongmin, subin, hyunwoo, and a handful of other angels surrounded them. 

“hi, dearest brothers.” subin greeted them peacefully with her hands folded on the table. 

“w-what is this?” hyunjin questioned, eyes scanning the upset crowd of their siblings, all wielding a blade in each hand. 

dongmin piped up, “oh, you don’t see it as we do? it’s a small get-together between brothers and sisters. a small, friendly chat.” 

hyunwoo looked so ready to stab someone istg

chan wasn’t buying this a single bit. 

two simple words left subin’s lips. 

“join us.” 

“whatever you’re doing, we’re not taking part in any of it!” chan stated loudly. 

seemed like subin’s peaceful demeanor was vanishing little by little. 

“and why not? don’t you like being powerful?” she questioned aggressively.

“being admired?” dongmin added with a small smirk.

“being the authority,” hyunwoo smugly smiled.

hyunjin furiously shook his head in decline. “Unlike you, we like doing our jobs the honest, noble way.”

“oh, c’mon! they’re just humans! in case you’ve forgotten, dad’s been popping them out for milleniums & you’re getting soft now? they won’t even know who you are once they’ve died!” hyunwoo hollered.

silence. 

subin sighed and nodded to dongmin, whose eyes lit up like a christmas tree. “we tried to give them a chance. do it.”

chan felt his heart skip beats once he saw dongmin approaching them with a strange vase, sprinkling its powdery contents on him and hyunjin while the other angels chanted some sort of ritual.

they coughed and writhed in pain, the power seemed to be burning at the contact of their skin. 

“what are you doing?” chan asked desperately in between coughs.

as dongmin placed the vase back to it’s spot on a shelf, he answered over the heavy chanting, “we’re stripping you of your wings!”

wide-eyed and panicked, hyunjin and chan struggled to try and get out of the angel-binding ropes that tightly pinned their arms behind their backs. 

“y-you can’t do that!” hyunjin protested, feeling weaker and weaker as the chanting continued and the powder burned hotter. 

hyunwoo, with the help of subin, placed a hand on the boys’ head and backsides.

“you’re hereby relieved of your duties as protectors for committing the sin of sloth for not helping us and diminished to live as those puny humans you were once defending.” they said in unison. 

chan and hyunjin screamed in pain as they felt the majority of their angelic grace slowly leaving their bodies.

(grace is what grants an angel it’s powerful abilities. you can take another angel’s grace through ritual or cutting them open.)

after a sudden bright flash, both boys were flung back to earth, causing a crater-like impact on the ground that they landed on. 

(now we get to you!!!)

your peaceful slumber was cut short when the sound of the impact startled you awake. 

you crawled slowly to the window, afraid that a burgular was breaking into your home. 

imagine the surprise on your face when you see two bodies covered in dust laying in your backyard.

your mind kept telling you to go back inside the bedroom but you were already opening the back door, mustering all the possible courage you had to tell them to go away or you’d call the cops. 

they hadn’t moved in the slightest when you approached them & you feared the worst. ( >д< )

... are they ded??

you stepped closer.

chan was the first to recover from his unconscious state and he slowly sat up, clutching his throbbing head. 

hyunjin woke up a few seconds after, groaning about his back. 

their attention was swept in your direction after you cleared your throat, and squeaked, “YO, G-GET THE HELL OFF OF MY PROPERTY!”

aaaaand holy crap you could s E E them?!

^^^ that’s exactly what they asked you at the same time.

...are they high or something????? you asked yourself

“listen, i don’t have time for this! leave now or i’ll call the cops!”

hyunjin & chan exchanged a look of confusion. 

“we’re not robbers, or anything like that.” hyunjin reasoned out. 

before you could respond, chan chimed in, “you’re (y/n), right???”

*cue you giving him the side-eyes.*

you asked how he knew your name.

“because we’ve been watching over you for a long time.” he answered. 

OHHHHH GREAT. NOT ROBBERS. BUT STALKERS.

you scoffed. 

hyunjin waved his hands in decline. “not those either!” 

“then what?”

*they tell you that they’re your guardian angels.*

pfffft, you ofc didn’t believe them. what, next thing they’re gonna tell you is that your fairy godmother will be coming over shortly too?

hyunjin motioned around the impact sight, telling you that no other being could’ve made this sort of hole in the ground except angels. 

you rolled your eyes and replied, “listen bud, i don’t know when the area 51 raid happened, so if you’re some alien creature loose from my stupid neighbor’s house, just jump the fence and don’t come back here.” 

but then, chan started explaining things, and as did hyunjin

things that were so personal about you and even about your relatives that not even the best stalker could find out.

… maybe… just maybe… these dudes were telling the truth.

you motioned for them to follow you inside the house and sat yourselves down in the living room area.

“...say that you WERE somehow my angels… why are you.. visible?? & not showing wings or like… a halo or sumn?” you asked.

it took some time to explain but chan & hyunjin gave you the whole story about hyunwoo, dongmin, and subin. 

You: :o

while you left to get them some water (bc they’re a lil more human now, they’re getting thorsty), hyunjin worriedly told chan, “we have to find hyeonjeong or the other elders. it’s possible that they could stop what’s going on upstairs and we could even get our wings back!”

chan sighed and frowned. :(

“even if we could, we’d need grace from other angels just to get some of our powers back. whom, i assume are aware that we’re banished from going upstairs.” he reasoned out.

“i can help”

both boys looked up to the sound of your voice standing behind the couch, holding two cups of water.

“i mean… i’m no, ‘super hero,’ but i’ll do what i can to assist you guys in saving people & becoming angels again.” you continued.

*chan & hyunjin shook their heads to say no*

after you asked them why they won’t let you, they said that the whole ordeal will be dangerous & they don’t want you to get hurt. 

angels weren’t all fluffy feathers & halo’s.

they’re extremely powerful beings who will stop at nothing to get their desired results, even at the expense of others.

you respond with, ‘i know how to handle myself. besides, think of this as a token of gratitude for always protecting me & making me the person i am today.’

hyunjin, set down his emptied cup and said, “we were just doing our jobs. there’s no need to thank us, (y/n)!”

you leaned against the backside of the couch, standing in between them.

“you’re gonna need all the help you can get to find other angels, y’know. three is better than two.” 

IT TOOK A LOT FOR THE BOYS TO SLOWLY NOD AND FINALLY LET YOU BE MEMBER OF THEIR OPERATION TO GET THEIR WINGS BACK AND TAKE DOWN SUBIN, HYUNWOO, AND DONGMIN. 

#I REALLY LIKE THIS AU #skz #stray kids #scenarios #scenario #reactions #reaction #au #kpop #angel #fallen angel #x reader #hyunjin #chan #bang chan #x male reader #x female reader #x male #hwang hyunjin #x female #3racha cb97 #3racha #supernatural #gender neutral #angst #fluff #smut #stray kids smut #cute #yandere

[writingonthemoon]

Old Clothes Part 5

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Word Count: 2981

Warnings: Mentions of death, religious comments, and a tiny bit of blood??

Author’s Note: I am so, so, so, so, so sorry about how late this part is.  The combination of school and work has been kicking my ass so far, but Ia good cry later and I’m getting the hang of it now.  I hope you all really enjoy this and the next part will hopefully be out by the beginning of October.  Share with everyone you think would enjoy this!  Thank you all so much once again!

Old clothes start to fall apart. Why wouldn’t they? Not only have they been worn by strangers until they no longer fit what they wanted, but they’re the wall between the wind and bare skin. The wind becomes a friend while sprinting. Running becomes a part of life when there’s something always following close behind. It nips at heels like the wind at the nose and follows the trail as if it were a breeze through tunnels. The swooshing of the trees pairs with the pounding of feet on dirtied roads. My mother had gotten all too used to the feeling.

     I used to be a kid. A real kid who would play and play until the moon had come to join me. Of course, I wouldn’t play in the dirt, but I had dolls that had been passed down to me that were from my grandmother’s childhood. Sometimes they would be a family who would be caught in a bind and have to flee town. Other times they would be adventurers that would travel the forests and mountains in hopes of something incredible. There were three stuffed in my pockets that night. My few favourites I couldn’t bear to part with. The Queen, the Witch and the Warlock.

     They weren’t always magical or royal, but it was my preferred way of storytelling. I once had a King and Princess and Prince and many others, but I lost them all to the inferno of my failure. My collection was down to three and I’d continue to attempt an expansion but to no avail. The twigs I would tie together for villagers were snapped in two underfoot and the rock giants glued together with mud would crumble with a gentle breeze. No, my travelling circus would remain a silent trio act, performing for an audience of one with the ringmaster lurking overhead. I played God to a world of mortals and the strings of fate were in my hands. Ironic that I played the role when it did not exist. Either that or I removed myself from the game, becoming a passive onlooker to the cruel roll of the dice that decides the ends of all.

     It was velvet, the regal dress of Her Majesty. A brilliant red with gilded embroidery that made her shine in the light. The back of her crown was delicately laced with her hair, keeping it floating atop her head while she saw over the proceedings of the executions of traitors. Wicked was the witch who dressed in white, her silken cloak billowing behind her as she awakened her powers in the storm. Lightning struck her staff of ivory and scorched the hearts of her enemies. Lichen crawled upon the robes of the wizard, his stiff beard gaining knots and growing worse for wear as he cast spells of whimsy from the oak branch he called a wand. Black tweed melted him into a shadow during dusk and caused looks of doubt in the dawn.

     Sometimes I was the Witch, bringing misfortune unto myself and others in my wares of hope. Other times the Wizard and I were one, my adventures casting spells of joy on those surrounding me as I twisted them into fairytales. Mostly, though, I was the Queen. Her immunity against the forces of society and the corrupt morals of the world mirrored my own permanence in the land of expectations and lies. I had to guard the people around me to keep myself from persecution, just as she had to protect her subjects to assure her survival on the throne. We were equals in the way we thought with logic and reasoning and how we fought with carefully chosen statements and hidden suggestions. But would it be enough? Would it all be enough in the end? Or would we have to stare down the executioner’s blade and meet Death after too many evasions?

     My fingertips burned while I sat on the bridge overlooking the river that ran beneath. With the city finally sleeping and the Moon cold and grey, I allowed myself a reprieve. It was only a moment, but a desperately needed one at that. My mind was free to wander as it seemed fit while I rested and it chose the chilling sights of the afternoon. Albert, Ben, Charlie. Their faces were frightening but warmed my heart like a fire warms your toes. Ah yes, the August afternoon felt more like an autumn evening, one that sends a shiver down your spine but spreads a blanket of comfort over you. That anecdote was backed up by a coming patter of rain that landed on myself and the pavement beside.

     It was cooling, the rain. I relished in it’s frozen embrace, leaning back to ease my turmoil. Soon it was a heavy downpour like the sky had turned the faucet full on. If there were others in the streets, they would be scurrying for cover like rats from the light. My body drew me to stand, gazing at the clouds as if they were the Sistine Chapel. The beauty was greater than all the work in the Louvre. Nature could never be captured so precisely outside of the moment.

     "Hey! You!“ My head snapped across the bridge into the borough of Brooklyn, where a figure stood in the shadows, the rain soaking them the same as it was me. The pending confrontation had me frozen in fear. This sort of thing had never happened to me when I had to fight before, but the events of the evening had changed more than just my record.

     Footsteps approached me quickly, the person drawing nearer and nearer. Puddles splashed as I began to make out features of the face. Dark brown eyes shone with kindness in the night and messy black hair was hidden beneath a sopping hat. I thought it strange his shirt lacked sleeves. Then again, it wasn’t the oddest thing I’ve bared witness to.

     "What’re you doin’ out here, Miss? Youse gonna get a cold.” There was something about him that resonated with me. It wasn’t the running, no, certainly not. There was a lost look reflecting in his pupils, one of someone who had nothing more to lose but wished with what little hope they have that they did.

     "I could say the same thing about you…“ I trailed, not knowing what name to use for the boy in front of me.

     "Graves, Miss. Everyone calls me Graves.”

     "Of course, Graves. But why are you out here chastising me for when the same thing is happening to you? You should be of under some blankets sleeping.“ I waved my hand in the direction he came from.

     "I was just heading back ta the Lodgin’ House over there in Brooklyn from visiting my Ma and Pa, but I came ‘cross you. It was nice out b'fore.”

     I mumbled, “But then…” before putting the pieces together. That was it. He was set adrift at sea the same way I was, not knowing which way was home or if it still existed. “I’m so sorry.” My hand met my lips, covering the shocked expression.

     "Nah, it’s fine. I got all the Brooklyn Newsies wit me.“

     "Of course.” I shook my head to clear out pestering questions, “it’s just… I lost my parents too and I know how wrong it can feel. If I may, without intruding, offer my condolences.”

     "Thank ya.“ He tipped his cap at me, “Now, can’t let a lovely lady like you stay out in the rain like this. Why don’t you come back to Brooklyn with me?” He started walking away before I responded, obviously expecting me to follow him. My feet were glued to the ground, though, and there was no way I’d be moving so soon. Graves kept rattling on, “Youse can stay on the girl side of the house until mornin’. Well, I say girl side, but it’s just Rafaela and Joey. I think you’d like Raf. She’s a little rough ‘round the edges, but once she warms up to ya, she’s a real sweetie. Joe’s just a ball a energy. Ya neva know what she's—” The lack of trailing footsteps caused him to stop. His eyes met mine and I could sense the hurt at that moment.

     "Sorry, Graves,“ I plucked my feet from the ground, "I got lost in thought there for a moment.”

     I was soon at his side, my gait wanting to outmatch his, but my lack of knowledge besting my body, “'Bout what?”

     "You’re lucky to have so many kids supporting you with this loss. I was alone when it happened to me. No siblings, no aunts or uncles or friends. Just me and the forest.“ It wasn’t a lie because this broken boy didn’t warrant one. He just wanted the best for everyone, so I let him have a peek at my vulnerability, but not enough for him to dethrone me.

     "That… I’m sorry. Nobody should go through that alone.”

     "Eh, it was years ago. There’s nothing I can do about it now. All I can do is keep moving forward. One day, I’ll make it out.“ Make it out of life and reunite with my family. That’s been the goal for years. See them again.

     "Well, I’m definitely sorry then.”

     "No need to be.“

     The two of us carried on in silence, but not for long. I guess the Brooklyn House wasn’t as far as I assumed. Perhaps it was easy being close to the bridge for selling rather than further away. You’d get the morning and evening rush of people coming and going to and from work. Whoever got the bridge as their turf, on either side, must make a fair wage from all the workers. I’d assume it to be the higher ranking Newsies would get the top spot before the lower ones, who were probably left with the quieter corners and empty shops.

     "Here we are.” Graves’s announcement brought me out of my thoughts of Newsies politics if there even was such a thing. I gazed up at the subject of his presentation. The building wasn’t much different from the one in Manhattan, but it was burgundy in colour from exposed brick and there was a different air about it. “Come on in.” The door was held open for me while I scurried inside out of the rain that had somehow fallen harder in my last few moments outside.

     It was calm on the inside. No shouting or running or fooling around. Two girls caught my eye and I assumed them to be Rafaela and Joey. Then they saw me and became worried. The two rushed over in their red-toned dresses that looked too short to be appropriate. Both my hands were grasped as they led me around the building and into a room not much bigger than a broom closet. A bunk filled half the room and the door took up much of the other half.

     "You poor thing! Graves knows betta than ta make a lady stand in the rain.“ The one girl with dark hair fretted about the room while speaking to me.  She was obviously looking for something to give to me so I could warm-up. Her accomplice, whose hair was covered with a loudly patterned scarf, gave me strange looks as she rifled through a small sewing basket that was slightly mounding with ill-matched clothing all in the same scarlet hues. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to figure out my size or if I was a spy.

"Here you are,” an old rag was presented to my face, some drops of blood stained the once white fabric, “An’ Rafaela there,” she, who I assumed to be Joey, pointed to the one with the headscarf, “should have somethin’ picked out for ya to wear while your clothes dry. I’m Joey.” The energy radiating off her was enough to chase the chill out of my core.

     Rafaela faced me fully, a dark blue skirt and white blouse held in her hands, “Sorry, but these were the only things that would fit.” There was an accent behind her words. It was one I hadn’t heard in a very long time, but that was mainly because I was British as ever.

     "Oh, you’re Spanish?“ Rafaela nodded, "It’s beautiful there. I hope to return someday. I got sidetracked last time I was there and accidentally forgot a project I was working on. Shouldn’t be too much of an issue to complete it… unless somebody’s found it.” My fear started to manifest at the possibility of my paintings being found. What would the locals think?

     Joey and Raf laughed, “I was actually born in Puerto Rico, but my parents were both from Spain. I would love to visit one day and see where they grew up.”

     In a single bout of happiness, I made a wild suggestion, “You and I just might have to go together then.” We giggled as Joey made a sound of offence, “You too Joe. I’m telling you two, we’re going to live like Queens in Spain one day.”

     "Go change! Then we can sit by the fireplace and keep you warm until Spot arrives.“ Rafaela ushered me towards the restroom across the way, leaving me to wonder about this 'Spot’ she mentioned.  Most likely their leader, but what type of leader were they?  The charismatic Jack Kelly?  Or were they more stoic or friendly?  Time would tell me soon enough. 

     It wasn’t a terrible skirt. It was a little short around the ankles and I needed my belt from my dress to keep it up. The shirt did fit very well, even if the shoulders were smaller than fashion dictated.  They were normal, I suppose, when you look at an actual shoulder.  I do think I was quite well put together in my new outfit.  Almost like a higher-class working girl.  Those entertainment reporters dressed fairly similar.  All I needed was a smart little bow and I could pass as anyone with credentials.

     The moment the cold knob of the door left my fingers, I heard an exclamation from Joey, "Oh, you look fantastic!” She ran forward and took my hands, "Rafaela can do your hair once we get downstairs.  She’s amazing at it.“ I was pitched forward at a sharp tug from both girls.  Next thing I knew, I was seated on a worn footrest that could collapse at any moment.  My white ribbon was pulled from my hair and I was brought back to memories of my mother doing my hair for me, then my sister practising her own styles and Jesse playing with it lightly as we travelled.

     "Do you care if we get rid of this ribbon?  It’s so old.”

     "NO!“ I was too loud in my protest and drew eyes towards myself, "No, uh, please use it.  It’s all I have left of my sister.” A small ‘oh’ came from Rafaela asher and Joe proceeded to release my hair from its tangled bonds.

     The three of us spoke quietly as light tugs pestered the back of my head.  Slight laughter entered the conversation but never dominated.  I enjoyed it, the homey feeling that filled the room.  A hasty fire crackled off to the side, my dress laid out in front of it.  The rain poured outside, warding off all who dared be in the streets so late.  A soft smile graced my face and my eyes were closed in bliss.  This was the perfect moment, even if I knew no one around me.

     A creak of the front door alerted me to someone new and the following hush told me of their importance.  The Brooklyn leader, Spot.  I went to turn my head but was held back with a short ‘not yet’ from the girls behind me.  My position was held until I was told.  I quickly stood and glanced at the soaking wet boy who stood in the entryway.  He was short, even shorter than… than most.  The echoing of my shoes was still heard as I stopped before him, my hand outstretched to greet him.

     "Spot, correct? I’m sorry for intruding on your turf, but Graves here,“  I gestured to the boy in the shadows watching the two of us.  He was brought forward by social protocol, standing adjacent to the gap that separated me and Spot, "said I should get out of the rain and that it was perfectly alright if I stayed here for the night.  If not, I can leave now.”

     "No,” he put his hands up in a simple gesture, “it’s fine.  I’m Sean Conlon, but people call me Spot.” I thought I sensed an Irish accent mixed with the language of the streets, but I could’ve been wrong.

     "Well, I think you’ll learn I’m not exactly ‘people’.“ I sent him a shining grin in an attempt to break him and I almost did.  The questions patched up the cracks before I could tear the protective wall down.

     "Graves,” his head swivelled, “who’s this?  ‘Cause I like ‘er.”

     "Oh!  Yeah, yeah right, this is, uh, this is… What’s your name?” Graves gave me a look as he realised I never quite introduced myself to him.  I prided myself on that accomplishment, my posture straightening the slight amount.  I enjoyed pulling the wool over the eyes of others.

     I took a breath, readying myself for whatever would come next, “It’s nice to meet you, Sean.” My hand met his in a swift shake and I felt a million eyes pierce my skin and a fiery heat sear my back.  Whichever one of the angels that had arrived was not on my side, just preparing to send me to the Devil.  Even if there was no God to pray to, I sent one out for help as I spoke my next words, "I’m Odette.  Odette Tuck.“ 

#i leave yall on read for two weeks then give you a cliffhanger #have fun with this #sorry again for the period of nothing #old clothes

[overwatchworks]

McGenji college/highschool au (whatever you prefer) thank you

Jesse jabbed one of his friends in the rib lightly as he made a catcall to Hanzo Shimada as they were walking down the hall to get to their third block of the day.

“Have a little class partner…” He muttered, Joseph scoffing and instead shouting to the older Shimada.

“You look amazing today, as usual Shimada! Wanna go out with me?”

Hanzo continued walking like nothing had happened, eyes trained ahead of him and head moving minutely to some beat.

“Dude, he’s got earbuds in…”

“Goddammit. I’ll just try again next time.” Joseph sighed, then a smirk grew across his features.

“You don’t want me on the bad side of Shimada ‘cause you like the younger one, yeah?”

“You’re never gonna know.” Jesse huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and sticking his nose in the air. His friends all snorted and laughed, not believing it for a second.

“Look at the blush he’s got!” Lance chuckled, Jesse glaring at him with no real heat behind it. 

Everyone in the entire school knew that Jesse McCree and Genji Shimada had an unspoken thing between one another, but it was still all up to speculation since neither had confirmed the suspicions or done anything more than tease some flirting every now and then across the halls to one another.

“There’s no way you two aren’t fucking already. No way.” Harper muttered with a shake of his head, shoving Jesse and smirking.

“He’s not just some object, an’ for your information, I have a more respect for folks than that. So watch your mouth, Harp.” Jesse snapped, Harper raising his hands placidly.

“In denial are we?”

“In your dreams.”

“Shit, there he is with his gang of girlies! Getting everyone hyped for the game tonight, huh?”

“Please, everyone and their cousin’s goldfish are going to be at the game tonight. The final match between us and Talon? Who hasn’t been preparing for this game for a month?”

“You better not let us down Jesse, Akande isn’t that good.”

“Well, when your put up against a hulking, ripped hunk of man meat trained in various martial arts from Nigeria, you come to me an’ we’ll talk then.” Jesse laughed, his friends all joining in. 

He slowed when he passed the girls on the drill team and Genji, eyeing the latter for a moment as an idea sprung into his head.

“Y’all go ahead, I got somethin’ I gotta take care of.” He told his friends, getting snickers out of all of them.

“Gonna finally kiss him?”

“Get on outta here, I’ll tell you later.”

The group complied as Jesse waved them off, running a hand through his hair as he approached Genji. The younger Shimada glanced over at him, eyes lined in gold that matched the blue and silver dance uniforms, the Overwatch school crest and eagle mascot in gold on their arms.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the star of the show? You gonna get us a win tonight Mr. Basketball King?” Genji quipped in a bright tone, eyes narrowing and hands going to his hips. The tight, leathery material of his pants clung to his legs and ass wonderfully, though Jesse didn’t stare for too long.

“I’ll try my damndest. The Talon Panthers are just a piece of work, ‘specially with their new guy on the team.”

“Mhm, Akande Ogundumu. I’ve heard lots about him. I still think we have a very good chance though.” Genji hummed, giving Jesse a very obvious once over to emphasize the implications of his statement.

“Confident enough to bet on it?” Jesse asked, leaning his forearm on the wall next to Genji’s head as he got the man’s full attention.

“A bet hm?”

“Yeah.”

“Well how about this…If you lose, you have to profess your undying love to me in the middle of the hallway on our way to lunch. In poetry form.” Genji offered with a smirk, Jesse making a face.

“Oooh…I hope you know that I’m mighty good at poetry sweetpea.”

“Then I’ll expect a good profession.”

“That sure we’re gonna lose?”

“No, but have you seen Akande? He’s built like a brick shithouse.”

“Eh, I can take ‘im. So…What about if we win?” Jesse inquired, leaning closer as Genji looked up at him with a playfully thoughtful expression.

“Hmmm~ let’s see…You don’t have to shout poetry in the hallway.”

“Yeesh, that ain’t gonna do at all sugar. How ‘bout I get to kiss you if we win?” Jesse gave in counter offer, leaning in close enough to almost brush noses with Genji, voice dropping to a murmur.

“You play a dirty game Mister McCree. But I accept.”

“For you darlin’, I’ll play as dirty as I need to.” Jesse told him with a wink, turning around and throwing some finger guns in Genji’s direction.

“See ya at the game, then. Good luck ladies and gentleman! You’re gonna rock it durin’ halftime!” Jesse called, all the girls cheering and waving at him, wishing him luck as well. Genji watched him go with a smug little smirk, Jesse hurrying off to his next class, waving to at least five people he knew as he passed and giving the others a smile.~“Alright boys, you know the drill. Don’t let the Panther’s new guy scare you, he’s just another player, one that can be beat just like the rest of us. Get out there and kick some ass, give them a good game. Fight hard and stay focused, and we’ll have this game over and won in no time. Go Eagles!” Coach Morrison shouted, the basketball team echoing him and cheering. Jesse clapped his teammates on the back, getting handshakes and light punches from them, everyone excited and ready to play.

“Yo, Jess!”

“What’s up Jensen? Gettin’ nervous?”

“I mean, yeah. It’s the biggest game of the year! And the Panthers are unbeaten…”

“Ah, so what? Just get out there, give ‘em a damn good fight, an’ make sure you have a good time while you’re at it. Don’t worry rookie, ya got this.” Jesse teased, rubbing his hand through the freshman’s hair and effectively mussing it. Jensen was the only freshman on the varsity basketball team, so of course he was nervous at having to play against the single hardest high school team there was.

“Yeah…Yeah we’ll win this for sure!”

“That’s it! Come on, game starts in five.”

“McCree!”

“Yeah, coach?”

“Get up here, you’ll lead the team out!”

“Aye aye captain!”

Jesse jogged to the front of the team, everyone looking good in their blue uniforms with gold eagles on the front, shorts and tank tops lined in silver.

“Alright boys. Knock ‘em dead!”

The team cheered again, Jesse leading the way out into the gym at a slow jog. The wave of cheers hit him as soon as the doors opened, the stands overflowing, everyone screaming and waving posters, banners, flags, and streamers. Student’s faces were painted silver and blue, everyone dressed in school spirit making the stands look like rippling water. 

The cheerleaders and drill team were all on their feet just outside the front row where they were set up, the girls all waving their pompoms with ribbons in their hair. Genji of course stood out a mile away with his shock of green hair, Jesse’s eye drawn to him as they passed and giving him a wink. He was smacked with a borrowed pompom in return, a smile growing on his face as they went onto the court. 

Cheers then went up from the opposite side of the gym, the Talon Panthers section of students wearing black and red to support their team as they ran out onto the court next. Jesse still couldn’t believe the size of Akande as the teams lined up to face one another, everyone with stony and focused expressions as the coaches shook hands. Coach Morrison shook Coach Reyes’ hand with more force than strictly necessary, the Panther’s coach smirking and at ease.

“Good luck, Eagles. You’re gonna need it.” Reyes told them, Morrison narrowing his eyes as he responded.

“Right back at you, Panthers.”

The Talon drill team and cheerleaders all jumped up and down, yelling along with their peers, Jesse noticing a particularly pretty one with long black hair and one with a half shaved head, hair dyed purple at the ends. He’d heard Genji complain about the long haired one, the Shimada always pissed off at all the natural grace she had in competitions just because she did ballet too. 

The referees came onto the court, and the teams got into position, everyone cheering as the ball was tossed into the air and the game started. Akande leapt into the air faster than a snake to snatch away the ball before Jesse could reach it, automatically driving left and speeding towards the basket. The Talon fans all screamed in joy, the Eagles’ shouting encouragement. Jesse was right next to him the whole way, jumping up to block his shot and forcing him to pass to another player. 

Now cheers went up from the Overwatch section as the Eagles took possession of the ball, only to have it stolen away again. Jesse ran back and forth, keeping a close eye on Akande and trying to shove him a bit as he was passed the ball. Akande caught the basketball anyways, dribbling it to the Eagle’s side and able to get past Jesse’s defense this time, the net swooshing as the basket was made.

“Hm. You’re not bad…But you’re not good either.” Akande muttered to Jesse with a smirk, Jesse narrowing his eyes and pushing his hair back.

“You keep on tellin’ yourself that, partner. You’re goin’ down.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Jesse glared at him before they went to reset, the ball immediately flying in his direction. Akande snapped his hand out and caught it again before Jesse could, but he didn’t get far. Jesse took it back and cut around him, hearing screams from the fans as he sprinted down the court and made a shot. It went in smoothly, and was a two-pointer too. He turned to Akande at that, raising a brow with a devilish grin and jogging back to his team. 

The first half went by in what felt like seconds to Jesse, but he was panting and sweating by the time the refs called a break. The Panthers were up by three points-courtesy of Akande in the last few seconds of course-but it was nice to see him just as worn as Jesse was. They’d been neck and neck almost the whole time, and it was tense on both sides. 

Jesse jogged to the sidelines to get some water, fist bumping his teammates as he went. The crowd was cheering as usual, everyone waving their banners and streamers flying everywhere. Jesse sat down gratefully, snatching up a water bottle and gulping down its contents as the drill team and cheerleaders went out onto the court for their performance.

Music started up as they all ran into their formations, the drill team taking the spotlight, heads down and backs to the audience. Their hands were behind their heads, hips jutted out to the side and Jesse couldn’t help but watch one of them in particular as they shifted to the beat of the song. The cheerleaders did flips in the background as the drill team spun to face the crowd, all smiles and narrowed eyes as they walked forward as one unit. 

They then threw their arms in the air, spinning and dropping down into a squat, backs arched and rolling their torsos. The cheerleaders then did flips in a diamond around them, the drill team straightening and moving closer to one another, surrounding on particular green haired dancer. Arms went around him, only one little bounce being warning before Genji was thrown into the air, spinning and twirling as the crowd went absolutely nuts. He of course nailed the landing, a huge grin on his face as they walked forward to the beat again in a triangular formation. 

Their feet moved and the girls all dropped down in a wave, a few in the front all the way to the back, hair flipping in an arc as they raised their heads again. They moved like one, cheerleaders joining the drill team as they bent down again, hips moving now in a full body roll. They circled one another, dancing to the beat and being more than a little suggestive in their movements, but of course they were killing it. 

The music started to fade, everyone striking a pose before Genji went out to the front, pushing his hair away from his face and death dropping effortlessly, arms out by his head. Everyone screamed and cheered, Jesse able to pick out Hanzo’s voice in particular over all the others rooting for his little brother. 

He shouted along with the rest of the crowd, whistling and clapping enthusiastically as the drill team and cheerleaders bowed. They went back to their previous spots, breathing heavily but all of then smiling broadly. Half time was on the retreat, people running to grab concessions real quick as the Talon cheer team did a few chants and dances for their audience. 

Jesse eyed Akande on the other side of the court, finding his opponent was doing the exact same thing back to him. So Jesse shot him some finger guns, tongue sticking out slightly through his smirk. Akande seemed to be amused by it, and he shook his head before looking away. The whistle then blew for the second half of the game to commence and Jesse hopped up, grinning to his teammates.

“We got this y’all.”

He went onto the court, this time faster than Akande in taking the basketball first and driving it down to Talon’s basket. Akande blocked his shot, so Jesse passed it to Jensen, the freshman panicking a bit before going for the shot. It bounced off the rim, the crowd screaming as one of the Panther players was able to grab it. He didn’t go far, Tyler able to fight it back and pass it to Jesse again. It was passed to Jensen for another try, and this time, the ball went in. Everyone went nuts, Jesse clapping the freshman on the back as Jensen grinned.

“See? Ya got nothin’ ta worry ‘bout.”

“Yeah!”

They lined up again, the Panthers running down the court with the ball, then trying to pass to Akande. Jesse threw himself in front of the ball, somehow managing to keep his feet beneath him as he dribbled his way past the Panthers. He passed, sprinted, blocked, grimaced when the Panthers scored a basket, cheered with the crowd when the Eagles made their shots, and it was the last minute of the game when the score finally tied up 25-25. 

Both teams played extremely defensively, Jesse more focused on just keeping the ball away from their basket than anything, but the seconds were ticking down. He glanced to the Eagles section of the audience, seeing everyone on the edge of their seats, still screaming encouragements. Genji was bouncing up and down with the cheerleaders, eyes meeting Jesse’s when he looked over. Jesse winked, then figured he may as well make a last ditch effort because dammit all, he wanted to kiss Genji Shimada. He ran in and took the ball from one of the Panthers, sprinting down the court and hearing everyone counting down with the timer.

“Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!”

Jesse dodged two players coming at him, jumping up and letting the ball slip off his fingers, into the air and—

“Three! Two! On—YEAAAAHHHH!!!”

The swoosh of the net was completely and utterly drowned out by the enthusiasm of the crowd, everyone screaming and throwing blue and silver streamers. Jesse threw his arms into the air and cheered as his team completely swarmed him, everyone jumping up and down and slapping one another on the back, yelling with the crowd. They were ushered into a line to shake hands with the other team, Jesse grinning and congratulating them on an amazing game. Akande gave him a smile and shook his hand firmly.

“Good shot. You played well.”

“Hey, you too man. I almost thought we weren’t gonna make it, you’re so good.” Jesse replied with heart, Akande ducking his head in a little bow of acknowledgement. 

When the niceties were over and everyone had been properly congratulated, Jesse went back towards the stands to grab a towel, everyone pushing their way towards him. He was sweaty and gross, but had earned what he was about to go for, if he could find who he was looking for. Green hair showed itself, and Jesse grinned, pushing his way to Genji and taking his arm.

“Heya darlin’.” He practically shouted, Genji grinning and eyes widening as Jesse leaned in and crushed their lips together. 

He thought that the crowd couldn’t have been louder than they had been when he’d shot that last basket, but he was so wrong. There was an explosion of screams and cheers as Genji melted into him, Jesse’s hand going up to rest on Genji’s neck and tilting his head, lips moving languidly against each other. Jesse had never kissed anyone quite like Genji; addictive, sweet, expressive, everything he had ever dreamed of and more. 

When they broke off, Jesse stayed nose to nose with Genji, both staring at one another in mild shock and excitement. Genji then laughed, clear and beautiful, pressing in for another kiss.

“Well done Jesse. You win this one.” Genji whispered against his lips, Jesse grinning and pecking him again. He could definitely get used to this.~~

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Capture the Sweetheart

Eric Coulter x Reader

Words: 2068 (A lot more than I thought I was writing but yay more for you)

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Thanks to those people who actually liked my last Eric fic imma tag you cause you might like this. x

*GIFS NOT MINE*

You jumped after Tris knowing everyone else would want to. Coming from Abnegation as well, people would think you would be selfless but boy were they wrong. You loved doing anything and everything you wanted, in secret of course. If only your parents could see you now. 

Currently you were practicing knife throwing with Will and surprisingly hitting the target every shot, shocking and confusing everyone. For a stiff you were actually pretty good. After dinner you would grab Tris and Christina and help them out. Christina wasn’t all that bad but Tris definatly needed improvement. It had been a full week since your faction transfer so you were used to everyone by now.

“Right next up...Drew and Y/n.” Four’s voice shouted over the chatter and grunts.

You feet padded silently across the cushioned floor and up into the ring. You shook hands with Drew and gave him a sarcastic smile. Arms up, feet stretched you and Drew danced around the mini arena.

“Look at you stiff, small and skinny.” Drew taunted having little effect on you.

“At least it looks better than your face. I mean, shit Drew I would hate to live with a face that bad.”

“Oh hurry up would you!” You heard Eric shout causing Drew to look away.

Now. 

SMACK!

You punched Drew straight in the side causing him to groan and stumble backwards.

“Cheap shot Y/n!”

“Sorry sugar, you should have expected that.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you swear you saw Eric’s jaw clench. 

“Come on then. Come at me.” You taunted towards the circling Drew.

He threw a few punches, one of which clocked you in the cheek causing minimal pain. This only ignited your desire to win and Drew was out cold in minutes due to the inside of your wrist making contact with his temple. 

“Someone help me get him to the infirmary.” Four stated picking up the unconscious Drew. 

You made your way back over to Tris and regrouped. She pulled out some mits and you began taking your anger out on them.  “Why are we so underestimated?” You asked through gritted teeth. 

“’Cause we look weak.”

“Which clearly you aren’t.” A cold voice only belonging to the biggest dickhead ever. Eric.

“And to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence, oh mighty Dauntless leader.” You said playfully. 

“Watch it sweetheart.” He stated staring his cold blue orbs into your y/e/c ones. “Tris you’re up.”

Tris walked towards the ring leaving you with Eric. 

“Don’t call me that.” You huffed brushing his shoulder with force as you stalked off. 

“Tris...Tris. Wake up, we leave in ten.” Christina shook Tris awake and you ducked out the room to collect breakfast for the three of you.

You returned to the room a muffin shoved in your gob and one in each hand. Christina took hers and handed the other to Tris as the three of you made swift work of joining the others on the train. 

“You’re late.” Eric’s cold voice stated.

“By...thirty-three seconds.” You snapped stepping back to check your watch.

Eric’s steel blue eyes gave you a cold stare as he hopped onto the train. You followed seconds later and by chance the only seat spare was next to him. Stubborn was practically your middle name so you stood holding your body upright  to the abuse of inertia. Everyone was too engrossed in conversation to even notice you were alive. 

“What are you doing Stiff?” The voice beside you questioned. This drew a few people’s attention.

“What does it look like. Sir.”

“Sit down initiate.”

“Oh, wait everyone. It was something other than Stiff. Oh my God. Just everyone appreciate this moment.” You spoke dripping with sarcasm as you sat down.  “Sweetheart, I have many more where that came from.”

You took in a sharp breath and turned away from Eric to engage Al in conversation.Your conversation turned into playful, semi flirtatious banter. You knew he liked Tris so all your flirts were empty. You felt Eric shift beside you as you traced one of Al’s noticeable tattoos. 

“Should I get one?” 

“Yeah why not. Might make people fear you more.” 

You scoffed which turned into the two of you laughing.

Eric’s POV

“Should I get one?”

“Yeah why not. Might make people fear you more.” 

Y/n scoffed and then the most beautiful sound filled my ears. God her laugh was adorable. Wait. No. Eric the cold, anger ridden Eric liked a little Stiff. Never.

Y/n’s POV

Capture the flag. We’re playing capture the flag with paintballs. Excuse my language but honestly, what the fuck is a paintball? God sometimes I wish I was anything but Abnegation born. Four and Eric finishing picking teams, you on Four’s along with Tris and Christina. Heavy guns were placed into your arms and soon you and the rest of your team were jumping out the train.

Before you lept from the train you snarked. “Hey Eric,” The leader turned to you. “Try not to lose.”

And with that your leaped from the train, wind rushing past your body. Your y/h/c hair flowing up like a mane as your fell and resting when your feet touched the ground. It looked like something out of a magazine. Which is what you just loaded into your gun.

“Let’s win this quick, okay? I’m tired and you all know what I’m like when my sleep is interrupted.”

Everyone grouped together and soon reached a good spot to place the flag. It was peaceful for a while that was until everyone had a completely different approach to the game. While everyone was arguing you noticed Tris and Four sneak off alone bringing a smile to your face. By the time they had returned Christina had taken a group to be the offence while you and some others stayed for the defence. Once Tris explained they had found the flag the remainder of the group minus three moved into position. Which of course ended in a ambush. 

You were currently crouched behind an old crumbled piece of concrete dodging the darts flying past your head. The darts had stopped for a short while allowing you time to dive out from hiding and shoot anyone in range. 

One.

Two.

Three.

Three people out all by your account. You sprinted across the field dodging bullets and boxes alike. After meeting up with Tris and Christina you covered them as they made their way into the building holding the opposing team’s flag. On your journey back to cover Al was being shot at by Molly who had no idea you were present. You crouched down and sprung back up shooting her multiple times in the back and legs. You nodded towards him and was off before he could say thanks.

“Hello Sweetheart!” A voice called from behind you followed by the sound of a shot.

You weren’t going to let him win so you did the only thing that came to mind. You feet pushed down into the Earth and then released, launching you body into the air. You mind was set on one goal. Winning. Your body turned in the air rotating you to now face your attacker who wore a shocked expression as your feet landed, hair swooshing much like before. 

“Oh hey. Sir.” You smiled gun now raised towards him. “I thought the phrase was stabbed in the back, not shot.”

“Don’t get smart with me initiate. I could shoot you right now.” “Actually Sir, you’re out of ammo, or did you not notice. We only have twenty in a round and you just used the last one. I’ve been counting and your boots aren’t very silent.” 

“Well what are you going to do initiate? Shoot me?”

“Oh no I have something more interesting than that,” You said turning away and walking. “Come.”

Eric smirked and began to follow you deeper into the woods. It had been ten minutes of walking and silence before you nodded and turned to face Eric.

“Here.”

“Where exactly is here?” He questioned stepping closer to you.

“Here is where I do...” You stepped closer towards him, both your breaths now fanning against the other’s lips. “This.” 

At this point Eric had his eyes closed ready to receive your gift, but little did he know. 

Pew.

The gun went off landing it’s dart right into Eric’s right leg. 

Pew.

Another straight into his left shoulder. Both shots brought him to the ground groaning in pain. 

“Oops. Finger slipped.” You taunted crouching over the gunting Eric.

“You bitch!”

“Hey! I told you to try not to lose and well you did. Like...a half hour ago.” You snapped now straddling his waist. “This is your punishment.” 

“Not what I thought you had in mind Sweetheart.” He growled.

“Yeah well, expect the unexpected.” 

You leaned down to hover over his lips again, one hand on his chest the other supporting your weight from crushing him.

“Well Sweetheart. We should probably get back.” You said ghosting over him before pushing up and standing.

“Such a tease.” 

Eric hissed as he removed the injections and joined you in walking towards the train. 

“Hey Sweetheart? You never got your prize.”

“Wasn’t aware there was one.” You responded turning to him. “Why? You offer-”

A pair of soft lips cut you off. A short moment later you joined in the kiss and were soon a melting mess to this man. Relishing in his taste and crisp minty breath you fought the angel telling you no, instead following the demon’s temptation. Always following that demon you were, probably the main reason for you dauntless attitude.The kiss was fiery and passionate much like Eric but at times slow and meaningful like his soft side. As you pulled away, you caught Eric’s bottom lip in yours pulling it back a little before delivering a small bite and letting go.

Eric rested his forehead against yours and hummed in approval. His cold blue eyes barely visible from his blown black pupils lusting over.  The two of you stayed this way for what seemed like hours, which only happened to be minutes, and only breaking away as you heard the rusty train pass by swiftly. 

“Come on!” You yelled to Eric.

Climbing a post you hoisted yourself onto the tracks and took off sprinting after the train. Eric’s heavy boots could be heard on the opposite side and only disappeared when you flung your body into a packed compartment. Tris and Christina rushed over to you, Christina holding the flag she had captured, both wearing bright smiles and happy faces. 

“Good job.” You congratulated your friends before moving to sit on an empty wall.

Al later joined you sitting in silence.

“Thanks for saving me Y/n.” Al stated giving your cheek a quick kiss.

“No problem Albert.” You smiled as he walked away.

Later on in the ride you found Eric sulking at the door, feet hanging over the edge.

“What’s wrong salty, sad you lost?” You taunted before sitting directly next to him.

Eric scoffed and stared out at the crumbled city scape. The moon shone lighting up certain areas and creating a calm atmosphere as the train chugged along occasionally screeching as it decreased or increased speed.  Eric still payed you no attention and only really recognised your presence when you latched one of your hands together, the other running along his defined muscles. 

Eric visibly relaxed, sending out a long sigh. You smiled and placed a kiss to his hand before resting your head on his shoulder. You stared at the city from it’s new angle and were trapped in awe.

“You know I only have eyes for you, right?”

“What are you implying Stiff.”

“That I’m yours. That is of course, if your not going to be a jerk and reject me after all this.” You said lifting your connected hands before letting them fall.

“Hmm...tempting. But I think I’d rather have you than him.”

You laughed sending vibrations through Eric’s shoulder and down his chest.  “I like jealous you...sometimes.”

“Sweetheart you have no idea what you're getting yourself into.”

“Well, Sir. I Guess some guidance could help.”

“Your already done for.”

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Undercover Consequences

Cody watched as Rex and Fox played holo-chess. Both vode were helpless at it but it was something to do that wasn’t talking about the war. It was rare that the 501st and the 212th were on Coruscant at the same time. Cody half suspected that Fox might have something to do with. The Coruscant Guard had specifically requested Generals Skywalker and Kenobi to help them on a mission in the coming week and the two Generals had arrived early to give their men some time off. Cody regretted telling Fox about the relationship he and Rex had with General Kenobi, Obi-Wan.  Cody tried not to smile at the thought of the man.

“No fair you cheated.” Cody drew his attention back to the game to see Fox pushing himself up to a standing position.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so focused on your latest conquest and instead paid attention to the game. I did notice your suspicious absence from the officer barracks last night. Tell me was it a vod or some girl you picked up in the bar?” Rex was pressing himself up as well. Cody rested a hand on Rex’s shoulder and the man quieted. Fox was tugging at the collar of his blacks slightly. Cody could see the bite mark shaped bruises hiding just under the collar.

“Had a dance with Wolffe and the 104th did we Fox?” Cody knew those marks. He had a fair share of them in the past when he and Wolffe had a benefits arrangement going on. Wolffe and his entire group of degenerates had a thing about biting. Cody hadn’t minded, and he suspected Fox hadn’t either.

“And if I did?”

“I just didn’t take you to be that kinky. The wolf pack doesn’t do individual encounters.” Rex chuckled slightly.

“Have I told you about that time Fox and I worked our way through two entire squads at the same time back on Kamino? He’s as kinky as them come.” Rex had known Fox before he had met Cody. Occasionally they still hooked up mostly as stress relief when Cody and Obi-Wan were off planet. Cody settled back on the couch, smiling slightly as Rex and Fox bantered about their conquests back in the day. When the official comm on Fox’s desk flashed he excused himself to deal with it. Rex sauntered over and settled on Cody’s lap.

“What do you say we defile this couch while Fox deals with official business.” Cody wormed his hands down the back of Rex’s blacks, squeezing the firm ass he found there.

“He’d probably ask to join us if he comes back in before we finished. He’s like that.”

“Or we could put on a show for him riduur.” Cody pulled Rex into a kiss as the door to Fox’s study swooshed open. Cody pulled away when he saw the look of panic that was on Fox’s face. Rex twisted to see what had made Cody stop and slid himself off Cody’s lap.

“Fox…”

“There’s been an accident.” Fox settled his face into a more neutral expression but they both could still see the panic under his face. He seemed to be composing his thoughts and opened his mouth a few times before he snapped it closed.

“Fox out with it.” Cody’s hands were fisted into balls. Rex looked about ready to jump into full armor and run out to try to help.

“Commander, Captain… I regret to inform you that General Kenobi has been shot. My officers who reported to the scene tell me he was out on a walk with Commander Tano and General Skywalker when they encountered a sniper. General Skywalker and Commander Tano made it out without a scratch.”

“Where is he Fox? Did they take him to the halls?” Cody stood up and rested a hand on Rex’s shoulder. Fox would have led with that if something wasn’t horribly wrong. Fox took a moment to collect himself before he shook his head.

“He was pronounced dead at the scene. My officers told me he had passed before they had arrived.”

“No…” Rex’s knees buckled, and Cody reached out to catch him. He was in a haze as he supported Rex.

“Fox the sniper…”

“He got away. General Skywalker tried to follow him while Commander Tano stayed behind to tend to General Kenobi.” Rex made a slight hiccupping noise and slipped from Cody’s grasp as Cody’s hands went loose. The man who had killed Obi-Wan had gotten away. He didn’t even hear the condolences Fox was offering them nor did he notice when they were bundled into a speeder by Fox and his men and brought back to their barracks. It was Fox’s men who saw them to their room while Fox explained what happened to their men.

  Cody stalked after General Skywalker. They hadn’t been invited to the entombment ceremony but that hadn’t stopped him from lurking outside the temple until General Skywalker exited followed by Ahsoka. The 212th had been put on indefinite leave while they waited for a new general to take command.

Rex hadn’t taken the news well. He was currently in the barracks under the care of Kix and Helix. The 501st was rallying around their commander and their vod in the 212th. It was no secret among the troopers how much Rex and Cody had cared about their fallen general. Rex hadn’t spoken since Fox had given them the news.

“General Skywalker…” General Skywalker spun around, and Cody stopped short to avoid running into the other man. Ahsoka stopped slightly to the side.

“What do you want CC-2224?” Cody grimaced at his number and stood at attention before the General, staring him down.

“You’re going after Roko Hardeen aren’t you? I want in.”

“You are on leave Commander.”

“Sir, General Kenobi, Obi-Wan was important to me. I was to see his killer taken down as much as you do.”

“We aren’t going to kill him.” Cody noticed General Skywalker’s clenched fist. “No, they want us to take him alive.” Cody could practically feel the hatred rolling off the words.

“Then Sir I should come with you.”

“The Coruscant guard should be up to the task. Commander Fox is coming with us personally.” With that General Skywalker turned around and stalked off. A hand on his arm stopped Cody from following him.

“Cody we’ll get him I promise. He’ll be locked up for what he did to Obi-Wan.” Cody shook off Ahsoka’s hand and stomped off in the direction of 79’s. Wolffe’s pack should be there enjoying their shore leave. Wolffe would know what to do. Wolffe would take care of him.

  Rex felt hopeless. Cody had run off a few weeks previously. He wasn’t AWOL, the 212th and the 501st had their down time extended indefinitely while the Jedi Council figured out what to do about Obi-Wan’s death. Members of the 212th and the 501st had taken turns sitting with Rex. Some had gone to 79’s to keep an eye on Cody and had returned with the news that the 104th had taken Cody in. Kix, Helix, and the 104th medic Paws had taken turns checking on Cody while he was there. Rex couldn’t bring himself to leave the barracks just yet.

A noise in the main room of the barracks made him stir from his position against Fives, Echo, and Tup. There was shouting and the sound of wood splintering. It was Loudmouth who ran in looking like he had seen a ghost.

“Sir there’s a situation that requires your attention.” When Fives stood up Loudmouth shook his head. “Fives I know you’re acting captain while Rex is indisposed but this is really a thing he needs to deal with.”

“He’s in no condition to.” Fives moved in front of his Captain and went to open the door to the small room. He didn’t even make it before the door was kicked open. Helix stood there with murder in his eyes. Everyone focused on the figure he was holding by his ear. Obi-Wan’s face was sheepish and he didn’t fight the hold Helix had on him.

  Cody woke up to Wolffe shaking him. He glared up at the man. His body was sore in the best way. He had let the Wolf Pack thoroughly use him the last few weeks. He had stayed at the 79’s with the pack after that first night. Rex had been to hard to bear. He had been completely broken by the death of Obi-Wan. Helix had checked in on him a few times and consulted with Paws about the best care for their wayward commander, but they had ultimately decided just to let Cody grieve in his own way. Paws had kept a close eye on Cody during the time he had spent with the pack.

“Going to fuck me again Wolffe. I think there are a few spots of skin that you and your pack haven’t bruised up.”

“Kote…” Cody tried to ignore the Madalorian version of his name. Wolffe and his men had taken to calling him that version of his name in an attempt to comfort him. He didn’t deserve a name after he let his General die. Part of him, the rational part, reminded him that he couldn’t be everywhere with his General and that Coruscant was supposedly safe. He had screamed at Fox about that a few nights ago when the man had come by to check on him. Cody rolled over and presented his ass to Wolffe, spreading his cheeks wide so that Wolffe could get a look at his well used hole.

“Come one Wolffe you know you want to.” Instead a blanket was draped over his body. Wolffe’s hands pulled him upright and settled him on the couch next to where he’d been lying.

“Kote he’s alive. They faked his death to put him undercover. Roko Hardeen, the one they arrested, he was General Kenobi in disguise.” Cody tried to push Wolffe away, but the other man held him firm. Cody fought the hands that pulled him up and into a tight hug. “He’s alive Kot’ika.” Cody let out a sob. He felt Wolffe nod slightly and felt the sharp sting of needle in his neck. Wolffe held him the entire time he was fighting the drug. A second needle stung his neck and the world went hazy.

“I didn’t expect him to need two doses.”

“He’s been running on adrenaline and endorphins for the last few weeks.” Wolffe’s voice was quiet in his ear. “Will you get him back to the 212th Kix?”

“Of course.”

  Obi-Wan watched from his position on the bed where he was holding a sleeping Rex as Kix and a squad of The Coruscant guard guided the hover stretcher in from the main barracks. Cody was on the stretcher’s platform, tied down and looking like he had been chewed and spat out. His neck was covered in bruises and the wrists were marked with finger lengths.

“Do I want to know where you found him?” Obi-Wan’s voice was quiet so as not to wake the sleeping man in his lap. Kix gestured for the guard to be dismissed. They walked back in through the main barracks trading hand clasps and slaps on the shoulders with clones. Fox stood by the main door looking as pissed of as he had been when Obi-Wan had first walked into his office that morning. His body language told Obi-Wan that they were going to have some serious discussions about using the guard when he finally untangled himself from Cody and Rex.

“79’s Sir. He’s spent the last few weeks with the wolf pack.”

“That would explain the bruising. I know of that group’s proclivities, but I never thought I’d see them first hand or to this extent.”

“If I may Sir. I think Cody went to them because of their proclivities. I know of a few times Cody’s gone to them and Rex has gone as well Sir.”

“When they lose troopers. I know Kix.” He shifted slightly so he could move Rex off his lap. He helped Kix gently unload Cody using the force and settle him next to Rex. Getting up he headed to the door of the small room. Helix blocked his path.

“Sir.”

“I have to report to the Jedi council. I went straight to Fox when I got off the transport.”

“And if they wake up while you’re gone?” Obi-Wan glanced at the two figures in the bed. Taking off his cloak he draped it over them.

“Then I will reach out and reassure them. Even the forceless can feel the force when it is directed at them. They will know I am alive and well.”

  Rex woke to the weight of an arm around him. Obi-Wan’s scent was all around them, not stale like it had been for two weeks. Behind him he could feel Cody stirring. Gently he dislodged himself from the other man and sat up expecting to see their Jedi deep in meditation in a corner. When a first scan of the room didn’t show anything he looked again. Nothing besides the cloak draped over them showed that the General was anything but a figment of their imagination.

Rex felt a warm hand settle on his shoulder. When he looked nothing was there. There was a brief moment of fingers brushing through the hair he had let grow in the weeks of Obi-Wan’s absence before the hand cupped his cheek. The thumb stroked his cheek like Obi-Wan would do when nobody was looking. He leaned into the hand with a small smile.

“Rest my love.” Obi-Wan’s voice echoed soothingly in his head. “I had hoped to be back before you and Cody woke. I had to report to the Jedi Council about the mission.” Rex nodded slightly and looked back at Cody. He looked exhausted. He remembered after the initial shock of Obi-Wan’s appearance in the door to his room that Kix had said he was going to collect Cody and would drug him if necessary. Rex brushed over a few of the deep bite marks on Cody’s shoulders. One was settled right over the scar that Wolffe had left after one particularly violent hookup. Rex carried a matching bite mark, a clear indication to anyone who knew what it meant that if they messed with him they would face Wolffe.

“I had seen the evidence on you two before but while its been fading. It was a bit of a shock to see it fresh.” Obi-Wan’s force hand covered his over the bit mark and Rex could feel a surge of protectiveness flair through him through Obi-Wan.

“You know that its nothing we didn’t want.” Rex spoke quietly so as not to wake Cody. The drugs might still be in effect and Cody wouldn’t stir but he didn’t want to interrupt what looked like Cody’s first deep sleep in weeks.

“And that is the only reason I haven’t broken his jaw for what he’s done to you.” Obi-Wan’s voice contained a chuckle. “That and I believe that Plo would have words for me about injuring his Commander.”

“He would.” Rex stood and stretched. He had a fresher in his room but he felt the need to be around his men. The communal fresher was only a few steps from his room, attached to the main barracks where his men slept. Obi-Wan seemed to read his mind.

“I will watch over him. Go.” Rex gathered his bathing kit and wondered out into the main barracks. Entering the communal fresher, he saw Echo and Fives. Nodding to them he wondered over to the shower head between the two of them. It was Echo wo reached out and pulled Rex in close, under the spray of his own showerhead. Fives stepped up behind the two of them and soaped up Rex’s back. He massaged Rex’s ass and Rex relaxed into Echo’s grip, resting his head on the other man’s shoulder. Letting the warm water run over his back Rex let himself get lost in Fives’ ministrations. Obi-Wan was alive. That thought set a fire alight in his belly. He hadn’t told them he was leaving, there would be words about that, but Obi-Wan hadn’t left them to be under some other general.

When Fives’ hand reached around front to soap up Rex’s front Rex leaned back into the man. It was Echo’s hand that came down to circle his dick. Rex rutted into the hand holding him and let his head fall back onto Fives’ shoulder. Fives’ pressed a kiss to the rough stubble that had grown on Rex’s face. Rex kept rutting against Echo’s hand, moaning quietly as his troopers took care of him. When Echo pressed his face into Rex’s shoulder Rex brought his hands to rest against Echo’s hips pulling him in. He deftly slotted them together. Echo’s hips stuttered slightly, and he brought both of his hands to rest on Fives’ hips behind Rex. The three of them rocked together moaning quietly at the stimulation.

Rex went lax with Obi-Wan’s name on his lips when he came. He felt Echo and Fives finish as well and let them guide him to a small bench. Echo’s steadier hands lathered up his face and shaved the stubble off. A quick kiss to Rex’s forehead and the two troopers were off to finish their routines. Rex wrapped the towel around his hips and wondered off back to his room, sharing hand clasps and hugs with his troopers along the way.

  Cody felt fuzzy. Soft hands were resting on his brow. None of the wolf pack was ever that soft with him. Wolf Pack. Wolffe. Wolffe telling him Obi-Wan was alive. Kix giving him the sedatives. He shot upright, dislodging the hand on brow. Almost instantly the headache hit again. He groaned and threw up an arm to cover his eyes. The soft hands helped him to lie down again and covered his eyes. The headache vanished. Cody groaned slightly and let the cool hands guide him to lie on his side.

“I am going to court martial Kix.” A small chuckle.

“I don’t think that that’s allowed. He is your medic after all. He has the rights to relieve you of duty if he thinks you’re in need of the rest.” Obi-Wan’s voice was quiet. He seemed almost pensive.

“Where’s Rex?”

“He was in the fresher when I arrived.” Cody pushed away the hands and sat up glaring at Obi-Wan.

“When you arrived?”

“I had come straight here after stopping by Fox to try to locate you and Rex. I needed to go report to the Jedi council. Rex knew where I was when he woke up.”

“You died.”

“It was a vitals suppressor. I was just fine. I was wearing body armor. It absorbed the worst of the shot.” Obi-Wan reached out a hand and rested it on Cody’s. “I honestly didn’t think you and Rex would react so strongly to my death. I regret not telling you before.”

“You could have told us after.”

“I was hidden in the halls and undergoing the transformation into Roko Hardeen. It was not a very pleasant one.” Obi-Wan shuddered slightly. “Nanobots rearranging the bones in my face is not something I want to encounter ever again. From there I had to capture the actual Roko Hardeen so that I could become him.” Cody pulled away from Obi-Wan and started to gather a set of blacks from the closet. Pulling on a pair of pants he hissed as they rubbed against the bites and bruises on his inner thighs. Boost had made it his mission to bite as many places that he could.

“That doesn’t excuse it.” Hand grabbed at him and he lashed out. Obi-Wan caught the blows deftly and pulled him in close by the hips. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to Cody’s lips. Cody felt himself melt into the kiss. A weight he hadn’t even know he was carrying seemed to lift of his chest.

A slight cough at the door made the two of them move apart. Obi-Wan kept one of Cody’s hands in his as Rex entered smiling slightly. When he came within reach Obi-Wan pulled him in for a kiss. Rex melted into the kiss as well and Obi-Wan pulled him snugly against his body. Cody watched as the two fit against each other. Obi-Wan’s free hand came to tangle in Rex’s slightly longer hair and keep him close. When they broke apart Obi-Wan dropped his arm down to circle Rex’s waist.

“I missed you Rex’ika.”

“I missed you too.” Rex gave Obi-Wan one quick kiss before he pulled away fully and pulled some blacks out of his closet. Getting dressed he smiled. “I should leave you two to reconnect. I’m sure Fives has three weeks of reports for me.” Rex gave Obi-Wan one more smile before he left the room. Cody pulled his hand away from Obi-Wan.

“I should go see what my second has for me as well.”

“Your second, when I saw him at the temple, told me that he had everything under control.” Obi-Wan’s voice was firm. “He told me to keep you here and let you recover.”

“I’m fine.”

“Commander Wolffe said you went through his entire squadron in a week. The bruises all over you seem to show that you did it more than once.”

“Its not like we’re expected to be monogamous.”

“I would never expect that of you and Rex. I know the culture among the troopers. I think it’s a healthy release. No what your second, Wolffe, and frankly me are worried about is your decision to go about this self-destructive behavior.” The door slammed closed and when Cody pushed against it stayed shut.

“And what about Rex’s self-destructive behavior?”

“Rex didn’t end up with extensive injuries from taking half a squadron a night.” Obi-Wan looked practically livid. “I was given the medical reports Kote.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I will call you whatever I want Kote. The medics patched you up every time. Thankfully Wolffe’s men had enough sense never to run you that hard again. And Fox told me of the number of times that you started fights. He said he had troopers stationed outside of 79’s to keep an eye on you after the third night.”

“And what does it matter to you? Its very obvious that I don’t mean anything to you except as your Clone Commander.”

“Kote I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you or Rex to talk me out of it. I wanted that last happy memory we had in case everything went wrong. I was selfish. I get that. I’ve already had the tongue lashing from Anakin about keeping important people in the dark so spare me it from you too.” Obi-Wan settled on the bed and waved a hand at the door. “If you want to go I understand.” Cody growled and stalked towards the bed. He shoved Obi-Wan down and undid the ties that held his tunics closed. Obi-Wan gripped his hips and pulled him closer.

“Never do anything like that ever again. Rex and I, we can’t lose you.”

“I can’t guarantee it.” Obi-Wan ran his fingers over Cody’s face. “But if there is a next time I promise I will try to let you know. If not before then after.” Cody pulled Obi-Wan in for a kiss and reached blindly for his personal comm unit on the bedside table. He blindly punched in Rex’s number and ignored the comm. Rex would recognize it for what it was and get back here. All Cody wanted to do was feel both of them there with him. Within five minutes the door burst open and he heard the lock engage and the sound of blacks quickly being shucked. Another strong, warm body joined them in the bed. Cody pulled his lips away from Obi-Wan to kiss Rex.

“Kote.” Rex’s hand stroked over his face.

“Rex’ika.” Rex gently dislodged Obi-Wan and settled on top of Cody. Leaning in he kissed Cody and let himself melt into the kiss. They’d been together since they found each other on Kamino. Cody was always home. He felt Obi-Wan’s eyes on them as they kissed. Obi-Wan always felt so grateful for being allowed into their relationship. Pulling away from Cody, Rex looked up to see a naked Obi-Wan gently stroking himself. Reaching out a hand Rex pulled Obi-Wan back into the bed. Obi-Wan settled between the two of them and kissed Cody again, unhurriedly. Cody whined slightly as Obi-Wan settled his weight on some of the bruises and bites, throwing his head back. Obi-Wan chuckled and gripped Cody’s wrists, pressing on the bruises.

“What is it with you clones and machoism and sadism. Neither of you are the first clones I’ve encountered with it.” Rex choked at Obi-Wan’s words. He focused on the scar on Obi-Wan’s shoulder that he had been told was from an animal bite. It had appeared after a joint mission with General Koon and the 104th. Cody seemed to reach the same conclusion that Rex did at the same time. They both narrowed their eyes at Obi-Wan.

“Something you care to share Obi’ika?” Rex traced the scar with a finger and Obi-Wan shuddered.

“I should think it would be very apparent. I would have thought he would have told you about the encounter.” Obi-Wan pressed a small kiss to the matching scar on Cody’s shoulder. “Now how are we doing this?”

“I want you in me.” Cody’s words were quiet, and Rex nearly missed them. “I want to feel how alive you are.”

“Care if Rex joins me.” Cody practically keened at Obi-Wan’s question. Rex chuckled and they rearranged their positions. Rex gently spread Cody’s legs as Obi-Wan grabbed the oil from where it was stored. He watched as Obi-Wan slowly started to prepare Cody before he stopped. Cody whimpered as Obi-Wan removed his finger and shuddered as Obi-Wan rested a gentle hand on his inner thigh.

“Obi’ika?”

“He’s still nice and open from his excursion with the 104th.” Obi-Wan’s eyes darkened and he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of Cody’s dick. Cody shuddered slightly.

“Please…”

“Biaye ner kar'taylir darasuum.” Rex pressed a kiss to Cody’s temple before lining up with Cody’s entrance and slipping in. He was loose, as to be expected from a few weeks as the wolf pack’s sex toy. Rex nodded at Obi-Wan and Cody tried to push Rex deeper into him. Obi-Wan slowly pressed in as Cody keened, the noise petering out as Obi-Wan bottomed out. Rex closed his eyes and swore quietly in Mando’a. Normally Obi-Wan was the receiver when they did this. It felt so different to have Obi-Wan’s dick squeezed in with his as Cody clenched and shuddered in his arms. Obi-Wan tilted so he could have a good angle and slowly began to thrust. Cody’s scream reverberated through the room and Rex was glad that Fox had ordered sound proofing for every room in the barracks. Right now Cody was theirs.

Rex watched as Obi-Wan found his rhythm then started moving in counterpoint. Cody was shuddering between the two of them unable to make any noise beyond the heavy pants that was his breathing. Rex yelped slightly as something that felt like a hand pressed against his entrance. A finger pressed in and he moaned. Obi-Wan grunted slightly and shifted his angle allowing Rex a bit more space.

“Damnit Obi’ika.” Rex lunged upward as a second finger from the force hand was added and kissed Obi-Wan hard. One of Obi-Wan’s hands left Cody’s Hip and wrapped around the back of his head, deepening the kiss and Rex let the other man Plunder his mouth. He moaned as the fingers found his prostate and rubbed it. His hips stuttered up into Cody and brushed his prostate. Cody yelped and Obi-Wan pulled away from Rex to wrap his arms around Cody.

“Kote, ner kar'taylir darasuum.” Obi-Wan was whispering in Mando’a and Rex spared a thought for where he had learned. The though flew from his head as the force fingers pulled away and were replaced with something larger. Rex moaned and went lax as what was obviously a force copy of Obi-Wan’s dick pressed into him. He could feel Obi-Wan thrusting into Cody and the dick in his ass moved in the same rhythm. He tried not to keen as the angle was adjusted and the force dick hit his prostate. His hips jerked, driving him deeper into Cody. Cody screamed, and his body clenched down.

Obi-Wan watched as Cody completely came apart under him. He came hard enough that his entire body tensed up and his eyes rolled up. He pushed in deep one more time, making sure the replica he had made out of the force for Rex mirrored him, and came hard with a moan of Cody’s name. Rex’s mouth was open in a silent scream as he came as well.

Obi-Wan slowly pulled out and lifted the unconscious Cody off Rex, settling him next to Rex. He wasn’t concerned, it wasn’t uncommon for Cody to white out when he had an orgasm, and used his force to summon some warm, damp clothes from the fresher. Rex was watching him with wide eyes as Obi-Wan cleaned them up and banished the clothes to the laundry shoot.

“How do you feel?” Rex shuddered as he took stock of his body. He felt loose limbed and relaxed. His head was fuzzy and he was blissed out.

“Honestly I think that was the best round of sex I’ve ever had.” Obi-Wan chuckled and rested his head against Cody’s shoulder. Cody was showing signs of waking up and Rex moved closer, resting his head on Cody’s opposite shoulder.

  Wolffe watched as Rex and Cody practically glared at General Windu when he suggested Obi-Wan go undercover again. Beside him General Koon tensed. Wolffe rested a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Why are those two projecting such a murderous rage towards Mace?”

“Could it have something to do with the last time General Kenobi went undercover?”

“Possibly. I know they two of them were unreachable during his last undercover stint.”

“I thought that was just a chance to let Fives and Boil learn command while in a safer setting.” Wolffe guided his General out of the room before he asked any more questions. Through the comms in his helmet he heard the rapid fire Mando’a that Cody and Rex were spewing towards General Windu. He did not want his General near those two when they did finally explode.

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[magnetothehedgehog]

Destines intertwined

I hated going to the park. Well, maybe that's not entirely true. I loved the park, I was just tired of always having to bridge the gap. Whenever I went, there was always some gap I had to bridge. Either they were way older than me, or way younger. I just wanted to meet one person my age. I wasn't that old or young, and I got along with both groups, but I really wanted to meet someone my age.

So when My Dad suggested the park on our hangout day, I was not really super pumped about going. But I didn't want to disappoint him, and I also wanted to at least try and have fun, so I agreed once again.

We got there and it was like a ghost town. Usually there is a few other families with their kids, but today, there was no one. Well, Almost no one. There was a single kid, here playing by himself with wooden swords. My dad went over to converse with the Boy's father on the nearby Bench, so I knew that sticking around would be pointless.

So I decided to go and see what this New Boy was all about. Climbing through the jungle gym, and sliding down the slide, I land my feet at the bottom in the weird chewy black chips they filled the park ground with. I Take a Look at the new kid playing by the swings. He has two wooden swords, one he is swinging around boredly, and the other lying on the ground. He is Black with blue stripes, and it looks like lighter blue eyes. He is also a smaller hedgehog just like me, except he has his spikes up in a kind of irregular fashion. I'm not used to seeing spikes done like that. It's kind of neat in it's own way.

“Hi there.” I greet him, walking out to where he can see me.

“Oh, hi.” He replies, looking toward me.

“My Name's Magneto, whats your name?”

He Blinks. “Electro.”

“Cool? Wanna be friends?” I offer.

“Sure.” He replies, giving his sword a swish and swinging his little body with it.

“So What are you doing?” I ask, as it's usually how I continue the conversation after getting names.

“Just playing around. Or trying to.” he says, drawing in the chips with his sword.

“What do you mean?” I ask, half-guessing the actual answer.

He stops scribbling in the chips with his sword. “I was excited to play here, I even got two new wooden swords from my folks, but I ran out of stuff to do. I've already played on everything out here, and I don't have anyone to play with.”

“Well I'll play with you. Can I use one of the swords?”

He looks at the sword lying on the ground then back at me. “Sure, but I don't know how that's gonna last for long. I already played on everything here remember?”

I Grin and Pick the sword. “Heh, but you haven't played with me yet!”

Brandishing the sword, I proceed to vanquish and evil doer in front of me, then jump back as I am attacked by one of his villainous partners. “Take this!” I Block his sword and use my own to push him back. Moving forward, I swing my sword to knock his sword out of his hand and forcing him to flee. “Aha! That'll teach you! Who's next?” I ready my sword for the onslaught of Minions coming at me.

“What are you doing?” I am snapped back to reality by Electro's confused voice.

“Vanquishing Evildoers obviously. Didn't you see me take out that crook and his villainous Partner just now?”

Electro tries to wrap his head around the big words I just threw his way. “V-Vanfish? What that?”

“Vanquish. It means to defeat someone.” I reply Focusing my sword back in the direction of the oncoming horde.

Electro: “But there is noone there? How are you fighting?”

I tap my head. “My imagination. Come on, you have one too! Don't you see them? There are hordes over there, just look! Quick, with me! Before they catch us!”

Grabbing his bewildered hand, I take him and we begin running.

Electro stares behind us. “What are we running from?” he questions, still searching the area behind us for the source of my urgent fleeing.

“Skullex his evil minions, quick, up the playhouse staircase.” I reply hastily, Making my way up to the main floor of the structure.

I peek out through the wooden saftey grates lining the structure's walkway.

Electro peeks out from above me. “Where are they coming from?” Electro whispers to me.

I point through the grates. “Over there.” I whisper back. I think he might be slowly catching on to this imagination business. To test my theory, I prompt him. “Can you see them?”

Electro squints hard, but then nods slowly. “Yeah... I think I can. Why are they after you?”

I turn to Electro “wEll, this isn't the first time I've stopped Skullex plans. He's probably seeking out revenge. And now that he's seen you with me, they are likely to come after you too.”

Electro is aghast. “What?! But I didn't even do anything!” He exclaims, when I shush him and remind him we are hiding. “That's not fair though, I don't even know Skullex.”

I shrug. “Eh. He's a villain. He doesn't really care if you have done anything or not.”

Electro frowns. “That's sucks.”

I smile “Welcome to the program.” I peek again from the safety of our hut. I quickly whip back as a minion just barely glimpses me. Our hut is completely surrounded by minions looking for us.

I lay out the game plan to Electro.

“Alright, there are a lot of them, but there is two of us now. They can't beat two heroes! Our best chance is to take them by surprise! Do you still have your sword?” I ready my weapon.

Electro smiles and raises His wooden sword. “You bet!”

I stand up and so does Electro. “Alright then! I got Your back! Let's do this!” Bursting from the wooden hut, we descend into the surprised crowd of enemy minions like two spinning tornadoes of destruction. Working together, we cut through the swarms with ease.

Magneto: “Be Vanquished Villain!” Stab

Electro: “I'll show you what this hero can do!” swing

Magneto: “Look out!”

Electro: “Wow! Thanks! Hey, to your left!”

Magneto: “Yii!”

Electro: “Don't worry I got you!”

Magneto: “Whew! Appreciated!”

Electro: “Apprecia-what now?” swoosh

Magneto: “It means thanks.” Slice

Electro: “Oh, No problem.” shove

Suddenly a Super Minion rises from out of the blue. “HAHA! I HAVE YOU NOW, HEROES!”

Electro: “WHATS THAT!?”

Magneto: “Uh oh. That's a super minion! It's a bigger more powerful version of the regular minions. I've only ever fought one, but it was only a prototype!”

Electro: “I don't know what that means, but I am guessing it means we aren't going to beat it easily!” He gets into fighting stance once again.

“You'd be right!” I reply, Sweating a little. It wasn't easy to topple one of these guys the first time Skullex sent them out after me, I don't know what to do with one that is completed.

Electro goes straight for it. “Come on Magneto! If we can take out a swarm, we can take out a big one together!” He slides underneath its legs as it tries to punch him in the ground and slashes at its back.

“He really is getting this imagination stuff down.” I think, Heading reinvigorated into the fray.

We dash around the creature, using our speed and teamwork to whittle him down.

The Minion begins smoking, and lights up with energy. “You wretched heroes! I'll get rid of you once and for all!” It begins charging an energy something or other.

“Electro! We made it hit overdrive mode! One more attack should finish it!” I yell to him. “Quick Before it fires!”

Electro begins running beside me. “What about a Team attack to finish it?” Electro suggests, grinning wide.

I look to him. “You know, usually I don't get fancy because it lands me in trouble, but with us working together, I think we can pull it off! Let's GO FOR IT!”

We rush ahead and dodge the first Blast the Super Minion releases. It then Begins charging another even bigger one. We reach it and Jump up in the air, on either side of one another as the Super Minion Turns its gaze upward at us!

Electro: “SPIRAL OF-” he starts

“-SPINNING DESTRUCTION!” I finish as we both bring our weapons down on the Beast and land on either side of each other. The Super Minion flashes, then Explodes in spectacular fashion. I stand up as The wind from the explosion whips through my spikes and my twin fangs on my forehead. Electro stands up as the wind whips through his upward spikes similarly.

“You know, what? You're alright Electro.” I smile cheerfully at him.

“You're pretty neat yourself.” He smiles back brightly.

We both collapse on the ground next to each other, exhausted from all the running and play- I mean, Fighting we were doing. That's when I remember to ask.

“Oh hey! Electro, I forgot to ask. How old are you?” I turn my head to him.

He opens his eyes from his gasping. “I'm....”

“Dad! Dad!” I rush over to him and tug on his jacket.

“Wow there buddy. Wheres the fire?”

“I met a boy here and guess what? HE'S MY AGE!” I Reply excitedly with one of the biggest, stupidest grins I would ever wear during my childhood.

We ended up getting to know each other and becoming best friends. We had many more “battles” with Skullex over the course of our new friendship.

Little did I know how dramatically that our destinies would intertwine from that moment on.

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