#woah I visited the dining hall A LOT

[icedthoma]

caught in the act

Requested by @edensxgarden

--A scenario in which Todoroki introduces his s/o to his class for the first time when they catch her visiting him in the dorms 🥰 and everyone is so shook, because todo?? is dating?? and she’s SO COOL AND CUTE!!! just indulge me please 🥴👉🏻👈🏻💖

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Notes: This gif makes me so happy 

You were way past having second thoughts. By now you were on your fourth or fifth round of is this a good idea? Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this after all...

But Todoroki was actually the one who had suggested it, which came as a surprise to you, who was generally the most likely out of the two of you to suggest such an impulsive, rash, spontaneous idea. 

“Shouto, I don’t know,” you hissed into your phone, pacing back and forth from where you were at the foot of 1A’s dorm entrance stairs. The front door was right there, and all you had to do was step up and go through. “What if I get caught? You could get in serious trouble!”

“Is it wrong for me to want to see my girlfriend on a weekday?” he responded, a defensive tone lacing his words that would have had you snorting if not for the stress you were currently under. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, babe, but I’d rather not get you in trouble with your teachers! Besides, um, I also don’t want to intrude on your other classmates! They don’t know we’re dating, and that would be a big hassle for them to find out from me sneaking in here to see you, you know? I'd hate to inconvenience anyone.” You were sitting on the stairs now, occasionally scuffing your feet in the dirt and scanning the road every few seconds for any passerby. There was a bush a foot to your right you could dive into if need be. 

The thing was, you had never met any of his friends personally from UA, only heard Shouto’s detailed stories of whatever nonsense they got up to in the dorms. You were happy that Todoroki had found people other than you and his family who accepted and supported him the way he was, but also worried you wouldn’t be able to live up to their...craziness? That was part of the reason you had accepted Todoroki’s suggestion that you sneak into Heights Alliance, but also there was that part of you that thought you wouldn’t fit in well with his classmates. What if they didn’t like you? Or worse, thought he could do so much better than you, someone who wasn’t even studying to be a hero? It was like meeting his family for the first time all over again. 

“Well, you’d be inconveniencing me.”

You groaned. “Shouto...”

“Also, how long are you going to stare at that bush?”

“Huh? How did you--” Twisting around, you stared at where Todoroki was leaning against the door frame of the now open Heights Alliance doors, ending your call on his phone and shoving his phone into his pocket. He walked over and offered his hand. 

“Come on.”

“What if someone sees us?” you whispered, allowing yourself to be tugged into his dorm for the first time. A small "woah” of amazement escaped you as you took in the spacious common room and a room farther down that you thought was the dining hall. So cool!

Todoroki shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t worry. They’re all on the third floor right now. I’m on the fifth,” he added before you could ask. 

You allowed yourself to relax and allowed yourself to truly enjoy the feel of Shouto’s hand holding tightly to yours, breath coming quick as you ran over to the elevators. Now that you were sure you would be able to make it to his room with no incident, the adrenaline rush was finally hitting you, and all concerns about possibly getting in trouble were thrown out the window. You would worry about those later. 

“This is your room?” you asked once his door was shut and locked behind you. “It’s so...”

“Japanese?” he offered. 

“...like your house.”

“Oh.”

“Didn’t you only get one day to move in? How did you do all of this by yourself?”

He shrugged. “Hard work.”

You were aware of his gaze on you as you flitted around his room, checking out his desk and peeking in his closet to snatch out a hoodie. “What?” you asked in response to his skeptical look. “It’s cold in here.”

Then you discovered he had a balcony.

“You have a balcony?” you yelled, throwing open the double doors to stare in awe at the view of the ground below, UA itself visible from a distance. “Wow, you’re really living the life.” You hated how your voice dropped in tone at the end despite your attempts to stop it. After all, you didn’t want to kill the nice vibes the two of you had going just because you were maybe jealous over the fact that he got to live with all his friends. And have his own dining hall. And a balcony. 

Of course, being the intuitive guy he was, Shouto immediately caught on and wrapped his arms around you from where you were resting your elbows on the edge of his balcony, leaning his chin on the top of your head. “Is something bothering you?”

“What? Nah,” you said, reaching one hand up to pat Todoroki’s cheek affectionately. “I’m glad you get to see your friends all the time. You deserve it.”

“It’s not the same without you, you know,” he sighed, squeezing you tighter for a moment and pressing his lips to your hair. “Mmm. Your hair smells different. Did you change shampoos?”

“Yeah! I’m surprised you could tell.” Smiling now, you shifted around so you were now facing him, the soft fabric of his hoodie providing ample warmth against the cool breeze drifting by. His arms were still encircling you, and you slid your hands up his chest to settle on his shoulders, looking at him endearingly. “And I’m not bothered at all. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

Smiling, Todoroki lowered his lips to yours in a sweet kiss that turned any remaining strength in your knees to jelly. If it wasn’t for the railing supporting you from behind, you were sure you would have toppled over from the moment he kissed you. “I’m so glad you came, you know,” he mumbled against your mouth.

A pleasant warmth was spreading in your chest that tickled you all the way to your toes. You always felt this way around him, his very presence enough to energize you to get through any obstacle. “Yeah, me too.”

After an hour of the two of you vibing in Todoroki’s dorm room which mainly consisted of you swapping stories and cuddling, it was about time you headed home. 

“Don’t leave...” Shouto groaned, pressing his face into your back as you sat on his floor attempting to stand. “You should stay here forever.”

“I wish,” you said, still trying to get up despite your boyfriend clinging all over you. “But I really should be going home before it gets too dark.”

With that, he finally relented and opened the door to his room, checking both ways to make sure the coast was clear. “Let’s go.” Todoroki took your hand in his and led you down the hall back to the elevators. 

“This was really fun,” you laughed, shoving your hands into the pockets of his hoodie you hadn’t taken off yet. “I’m glad we weren’t...” You trailed off in horror as you exited the elevator only to be met with several pairs of wide eyes staring at the two of you from the common room. “...caught?”

“Hey, Todoroki,” a pink girl called from the other side of the room...Mina, if you remembered from his stories correctly. “Wait, uh, who’s that?”

Was it too late to run back inside the elevator? 

A small ding! answered for you as you heard the doors shut behind you. 

“Um, hey, 1A,” you sheepishly greeted, blushing up a storm at the fact that their gazes were glued to you and your interlocked hands with Todoroki. “Nice to finally meet you?”

Shouto sighed. “This is Y/n. My girlfriend.”

"You didn’t tell us you were dating someone!” Kaminari shouted, twisting around on his seat to get a better look at the two of you. “Oh, and she’s cute--”

Todoroki’s eyes narrowed, and you watched in amusement as his hold on your hand tightened by a fraction at his friend’s quip. Meanwhile, the girls present in the common room all ran over to you, and you were pleased to note you were able to guess which face belonged to the names you had been hearing from Shouto all this time. 

“How did you know our names?” Uraraka beamed, hands pressed to her cheeks. 

You blushed under all this attention, rubbing the back of your neck with the sleeve of Todoroki’s hoodie that was a bit too long for you. “Shouto talks about you all a lot.”

“Really? Aww!”

“Oh my gosh, you’re wearing his hoodie!” Ashido squealed, grabbing your hand and shaking it enthusiastically. “Ah, It’s so nice to meet you even though we didn’t even know you were coming! You two are so adorable!”

“So that’s why you said you didn’t want to participate in Kaminari’s invitation,” Midoriya was saying from over on Todoroki’s side, where most of the boys were lightly teasing him. 

“Where do you go to school?” Jirou asked. “Oh, that’s kind of far...” she said once you had answered, not mentioning once how it wasn’t a school focused on heroism. 

“Yeah, I usually only get to see Shouto on the weekends,” you said with a small laugh. “But I guess we both couldn’t wait this time around.”

“CUTE.”

“Mina, you need to chill.”

“Chill? I am chill.” 

“Y/n needs to go home now,” Todoroki suddenly announced, pulling you away from the rest of 1A protectively.

“Aww, is someone jealous?”

“Please come visit soon! I swear we won’t snitch,” Ochaco exclaimed, wrapping you in a quick hug that you eagerly reciprocated. “I can’t wait to get to know you better!”

“Me too! After all,” a small smirk worked its way on your face, “I have to return this, don’t I?” You pinched the sleeve of your--well, Todoroki’s--hoodie. 

“You better,” Shouto murmured as he walked with you to the door, the rest of 1A waving you off happily. “Sorry you had to deal with all that.”

You didn’t know why you had been worrying so much about meeting his friends in the first place. “I love all of them already.” You grinned, kissing his cheek before stepping fully out of the Heights Alliance dorms. “And you bet I’ll be visiting more often with the help of your friends.”

He smiled. “I can’t wait.”

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[nordicpoppie]

BTS reaction to their S/O being obsessed with something

Oh man this took a while to do, i started it Tuesday but i kept getting stopped by stuff happening around me ughh.

I also got bitten by my cat last Sunday so had to visit the hospital and now I’m on 2 antibiotics the next 5 days sobs.

Only good thing about this is the many ideas i have gotten for reactions C:

Anyways, if you have criticism or ideas for reactions / imagines feel free to let me know!

Jin

Entering the kitchen you saw Jin standing surrounded by dirty pots and pans. Gasping you quickly tried to stand in front of them to shield them from his eyes, but it was too late. Jin gave you a small glare while he sighed, the amount of washing up you’d have to do. 

Jin didn’t necessarily hate what you were doing, he just hated the work that came after. Watching you cook and serve good food for him was a big joy. At the start of you living together, he had been the one cooking the most, so when he had to work longer hours he had gotten worried.

Maybe you couldn’t make your own food, so he had to make extra the night before so you’d have lunch and breakfast at the very least. However you surprised him when you whipped out your collection of cooking books and your apron. 

Stepping into the kitchen like you’d always been there to use it, he could only stare as he watched you whip out pans and pots like a professional. At the start you cooked relatively simple meals. But as you got more and more confident in the kitchen you started experimenting more and more.

Experimenting also meant using more utensils which meant more cleaning. Jin sighed lowly as he was washing the pans and pots while you stood next to him drying them. You knew he was a bit tired from work and you having forgotten to clean the pans and pots didn’t exactly help.

Making up your mind you grabbed his hand, dragged him away from the sink and towards the couch. You made him sit down and told him to wait while you made him some cocoa. While Jin rested on the couch you finished cleaning the kitchen.

Crawling up on the couch you snuggled up to him while you watched a movie and enjoyed the food you’d made earlier.

Namjoon

Exiting the car Namjoon looked to your side of the car to see you excitedly jumping up and down. You’d gone to the water park and swimming hall where you’d meet up with some of the other guys and their significant others. 

You had been trying to plan it out for weeks and after that was even more waiting time until the date arrived. You had been beyond excited as it had been ages since you’d last gone swimming. Namjoon knew you loved swimming and water parks as you hadn’t spoken of anything else the last few weeks.

Namjoon was very happy to see you so excited, but he was also a bit worried if you’d get hurt on some of the slides or sharp corners in the pools. You however entered the swimming hall with confidence, finally feeling in your right element. 

As the others in your group got tired and hungry, you were left alone with Namjoon, who insisted he’d keep an eye on you despite you telling him it was fine. He watched as you splashed around in the water, moving like a fish. 

Deciding it was a bit boring with Namjoon just watching you dove, swam towards him and jumped up splashing water all over him. At first Namjoon was surprised and didn't know how to react, but once he got his bearings he grinned and started running after you. 

You spent the rest of the time chasing each other and splashing water. When you got home you were both dead tired, and nearly fell asleep on the couch after having eaten dinner.

Yoongi

Walking into the apartment Yoongi was surprised to see dirt stains on the floor and hearing grunts coming from the living room. Thinking something bad had happened he dropped the groceries and rushed into the living room, only to see you balancing a heavy pot and a giant umbrella plant in each hand.

Yoongi continued to stare at you while you continued your grunting and finally placed the pot and the plant down on the floor. Finally making his presence known by clearing his throat you jumped a bit in surprise. Turning around you grinned sheepishly at him, you knew he’d be unhappy with the soil and dirt stains around the house even if you promised to clean them up.

Contrary to the complaints you thought you’d receive you heard another sigh, followed by Yoongi walking over and grabbing the pot and plant. Following after him as he started walking you watched curiously as he took them outside on the balcony and placed them down there.

He then turned to walk back inside, probably to start putting the groceries he’d dropped in his haste away. Before walking inside he stopped, and turned halfway, telling you to call him or wait for him so you didn’t have to carry the big pots and plants yourself.

After Yoongi disappeared inside, you continued replanting the plant, while giggling at his antics. He acted irritated only to offer you his help, typical of him. Later that day when you’d finished replanting and sorting out your plants, Yoongi returned to help you put them back.

What he didn’t notice was that you stopped helping halfway and started recording videos and taking pictures. Now you had proof that Yoongi was really a big softie and not an ice prince.

Hoseok

Hearing a ping going off from his phone he reached over to check the new message. He and the other guys were in the middle of a dance practice and his phone had been going off for the last hour with ping after ping.

Finally having a break from the dancing he could check who was sending him so many mentions and messages. As he unlocked his phone he saw your name pop up, followed by another ping.

Opening the messages he saw they were full of memes, including one of his favourite memes. Chuckling under his breath he scrolled through the memes and messages you’d sent him. Yoongi looked over when he accidentally let out a small laugh at one meme in particular.

Quickly shooting a small apology to Yoongi he got back to the messages. He looked through the memes he had saved himself, the ones he’d kept hidden for an occasion like this. He knew you’d asked for a meme war with the messages, and he was going to give you what you asked for.

At home you were waiting for Hoseok to answer your many messages back. Suddenly hearing a ping - ping - ping going off from your phone you rushed to grab it finding that Hoseok had accepted your meme war. You knew he had dance practice so you knew it’d be a short meme war, but it was better than sitting in silence waiting for him to come back.

A few hours later you heard the door open while you were sitting in front of the tv. You rushed out to welcome him and to tell him you thought you’d won the meme war. Hoseok obviously disapproved  thinking he’d won so you ended up having a tickle fight until you surrendered.

Jimin

Jimin entered the library as silently as he could. He was carrying a giant bag of books that he had to return after reading them. He glanced around the library searching for your eyes as you’d promised to look for new books with him.

When he didn’t see you he decided to just turn in the books and text you afterwards, you could be running late or you’d gotten stuck in your favourite corner of the library. While Jimin turned his books in, he didn’t notice the door opening again as you entered.

You sneaked over grabbing his shoulders, making him shout in surprise. You giggled while Jimin blushed as a librarian looked angrily at the both of you. Jimin in turn to your giggling also turned to stare at you trying to look angry despite his blushing.

As he finished turning his books in he grabbed your hand and dragged you off to a more secluded area to find new books. While you were browsing he turned around suddenly, making you stare surprised at him. In his hands he had a book that had been reserved for the last 4 months.

Whispering a woah you reached for the book however jimmin quickly pulled his hand back smiling victoriously at you. Grumbling lightly you knew you'd have to wait till he finished the book before you'd get to read it. 

Luckily for you both, you spent a lot of time reading, so he'd finish the book in a week tops. 

Taehyung

Taehyung entered the apartment and was surprised at how quiet it was. Usually you’d come running from whichever room you were in to greet him when he came home.

It wasn’t even late in the evening, so he suspected you’d either gone out without telling him, or fallen asleep on the couch. You had after all been very busy with assignments and had finally gotten a hard earned break from school.

As Taehyung ventured further into the apartment, stopping by the kitchen to grab a cup of cocoa, he heard low humming from his studio.

He’d thought you’d gone out as he didn’t see you on the couch or in the bedroom, but he didn’t think you’d be in his studio.

Lightly pushing the door open, he sneaked a peek at you. You were standing in front of a big canvas, filling it out with light colours. While Taehyung couldn’t see your face, he knew you’d be in deep concentration, especially considering you didn’t even notice him coming home.

He decided to leave you to yourself while he went to make some sandwiches for the both of you. He returned shortly after and lightly knocked the door, hearing a small gasp coming from inside. Moments later the door opened and you jumped out into his arms, thinking he’d only just gotten home.

So when he grabbed your hand and led you to the dining table you were surprised to see sandwiches ready for you. As you sat down Taehyung finally got a proper look at you. He saw you had paint on your hands and you’d somehow managed to get paint on your cheek. Reaching over he wiped it off with a wet towel piece while grinning at you.

He thought he was the only one who could be so captivated by painting to end up covered in it, but you’d proved him wrong. 

Jungkook

You entered Jungkook's room and immediately noticed how dark it was. The only light in there came from his huge monitor where he’d usually be sitting. His chair was however empty, which was very unusual.

Grabbing your chance you rushed to sit in the chair, grabbed the mouse and opened your favourite game. You knew Jungkook would be back soon, he’d only just gone out to take a call from Jin who was nagging him (according to Jungkook at least, everyone else knew it was for the best) to stop playing so many games. 

Hearing a small sound from the headphones that had been lying on the table your eyes focused back on the screen. The game was starting so you had to focus. You quickly grabbed the headphones, turned the sound down a notch and started playing.

What felt like 5 minutes later the door was thrown open and a seemingly angry Jungkook entered. He grabbed the headphones off your head, and started telling you how you were ruining his streak. Finally glancing at the screen Jungkook was surprised to see you had won almost all the rounds you’d played so far.

Turning to look at you with mixed emotions he grabbed you off the chair and pulled you to your feet. He then dragged you off to Taehyung's room, barging in like it was nothing. Taehyung looked surprised when Jungkook asked where his old computer was. 

Quickly grabbing the computer Jungkook dragged you back into his room, shutting the door and moving you to sit in a different chair. While he opened the computer and prepared the game for you, you could only stare in surprise. You’d thought he was angry, but he just wanted to play with you.

Many hours later you were still playing with him, much to Jins disappointment.

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[wesimpforxiao]

Say My Name and I’ll Be There:  10.3: The FINAL Chapter!

Author’s Note: IM SO SORRY IM A DAY LATE I ENDED UP BEING BUSIER THAN EXPECTED AND HAD TROUBLE WRITING BUT HERE IT IS!!!! THANK YOU FOR READING! Be sure to stick around for Inception(Childexreader) ;)

"Xiao! Come here real quick!"  

The yaksha glanced your way but didn't bother to get up since you were the one approaching him.  It took a moment to register that your hands were entangled in his hair, placing something in it.  Your smile was unusually bright today--so much so that it was blinding.  Not that he minded though; you've been through a lot these past few months.  Maybe this was the happiest you've been in awhile.

"I knew it," you beamed as you admired the flower crown atop his head, "You look so cute!"

"C...Cute?"  His gaze flicked away from you for a moment while the tips of his ears reddened. "I-"

"Oh, take the compliment already.  We've been together for awhile now.  You don't need to be so shy around me."  You let yourself fall back onto the grass that was shaded by a large orange tree.  Is it a gingko?  I need to ask Aether next time he comes in here, your mind trailed.

"I..."  Xiao returned his attention to you and lay down next to you, careful not to invade personal space and always leaving an inch or two of space between the two of you.  He let his hands lay on his abdomen until he jumped a little from you scooting over without a word.  When he looked at you, he was greeted by a cheeky smile.

"I know you're not used to this type of thing called affection, but I can tell you don't mind it."

"Hmph.  You've gotten smarter."

"Hey, I told you I'm not a stupid human!"

"You're beginning to sound like Aether's companion."

"Okay, there is a huge difference between emergency food and a stupid human."

"So you admit it?"

"Ugh, keep this up and I'll have no choice but to put more flowers in your hair."

"Do you dishonor every adeptus you come across?"

"Well, you're the only adeptus I've met besides Rex--Er, Zhongli!"  The filtered sunlight peeking through the leaves above blinded you when you broke eye contact with Xiao, so instead you propped yourself on your side and admired the view behind him.

Aether's Serenitea Pot was massive.  It had to span a mile or two in every direction, and the entire territory sat upon five tall cliffs that were connected via wooden bridges and held flowing waterfalls.  The weather was always pleasant day-round.  There were several pets outside of the main house on the main cliff that you had befriended, while Xiao seemed to connect the most with one of the gray tabby cats near the entrance.  You had caught them sitting quietly together on several occasions.

"Granny would've loved this place," you sigh.

"I shall go with you to visit her grave."  He didn't look at you as he said this, but the sincerity of his words rang as clear as the sky above.  "...She'd be happy to know you're safe."

"All thanks to you."  Despite originally admiring the scenery, your eyes had drifted downward and landed on his stomach.  Both of you were fully healed by now because of Bennett, and neither of you had any lasting effects from your battles minus the required resting time.  Your side held a prominent scar both at your front and your back, but did Xiao even get scars?  He never revealed the answer--mostly because you were too embarrassed to ask--and thus leaving the idea to your imagination.

"I should probably check on the situation outside soon; it's been awhile since Aether updated us."  Xiao sat up and summoned his spear--he had mentioned a few times that it was difficult for him to relax here and needed to keep himself busy since a comfortable life is a foreign concept.

"Oh, right..."  Your gaze followed his figure as he rose to his feet.  Sensing your--what was it, disappointment?--Xiao turned to you and removed his flower crown before gently placing it atop your head.  That action was followed by a faint smile, then his lips lightly pecked the tip of your nose.

"I shouldn't be long."

"You two love birds have made quite the nest here!  I've gotta say, Aether's got great taste."  A familiar voice caught both of you off your guard and Xiao's stance became aggressively defensive in an instant.  You and Xiao were supposed to be the only ones in the teapot at the moment, and even then, those who did occasionally stay in here didn't greet you like this.  The person that voice belonged to wasn't welcome--or at least, belonged to a presumably-dead man--regardless of that savior act he pulled in Snezhnaya.

"Childe?"  More shocked than afraid, you too rose to your feet.  "What're you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?  I came here because I had something to say."  The harbinger was as carefree as ever, but as he walked towards you a slight limp became noticeable in his steps.  He was hiding an injury, but was it from Scaramouche or from Aether?

"What did you do to Aether?"  Xiao's voice was as low as a growl as he raised his spear higher.  He stood slightly ahead of you to ensure your safety since you no longer had a vision and couldn't use those mysterious anemo powers ever since the rescue.  And knowing you and your idiotic tendencies, he had to make sure you didn't do something stupid like try to fight Childe if provoked.

"Haha!  Relax!  Aether and Mr. Zhongli are doing just fine; in fact, they allowed me to enter!"  Childe hid a wince when he stopped walking, but noticed the flicker of recognition in your eyes.  His lips curled upward with flattery.   "Don't worry, ojou-chan.  A little scuff isn't going to take me out."

"I-I wasn't worrying about you."

He seemed unconvinced but faced Xiao again anyway.  "You'd be pleased to know that both Aether and Zhongli let me in on their own accord--no manipulation from me whatsoever."  The fact that he had to clarify that! "Why don't we chat over lunch?  I'll cook.  Show me to the kitchen, girlie?"

.............

To say that you and Xiao were staring was a bit of an understatement.  Here you were, both sitting at the dining table in the main hall of Aether's adeptal house watching Childe cook up a meal fit for a large family while expertly navigating the kitchen like it was his own.  And when he served you, the delicious aroma that wafted into your nose was nothing short of enticing.  You and Xiao withheld your utensils--one out of weariness, and the other because it's not almond tofu.

"What?"  Childe let out a slight chuckle as he took his seat and dug into his plate.  You have no idea how thankful he was that there were forks in the drawers instead of chopsticks.  "Oh, perhaps you two already ate before my arrival?  More for me then I suppose."  

"Um, so why are you here?"

"I figured I'd give you an update regarding our little situation outside."

"'Little?'"  Xiao couldn't contain his scoff.  He hadn't dismissed his weapon either, and it levitated beside his seat.

"Seems like the quiet life hasn't changed you one bit, yaksha."  The harbinger stopped stuffing his face and set his fork aside to look at you.  "Regarding what happened with Scaramouche, I think it's safe to say I won."

"If it weren't for you coming here today, I would've assumed your untimely demise."  Ignoring Xiao's look of disapproval, you reached for your utensils and started to eat.  Both of you hadn't taken your eyes off of the harbinger as he cooked, so the chances that he may have tampered with the ingredients were low.  Plus it'd be out of his character to go about eliminating enemies like that.  "I'm grateful that you saved my life, but don't think for a second that that makes up for everything you've done to us."

"Oh, I wouldn't dare.  I know I've been aggressive for lack of a better term, but I'd like you to know that I'm only like that when it comes to my duties as one of the eleven harbingers.  Aside from that, I'm happy to call you a comrade just as I view Aether and Zhongli."

"Woah woah woah," you nearly choked.  "I'm certainly not going to start viewing you as a friend now."  

Childe simply laughed at your objection.  "Think what you may, but I do respect you and the rest of Aether's party.  As for my motherland and it's affairs, I think you'd be happy to know that the Tsaritsa has stopped her pursuit of you and Xiao.  She's not exactly appreciative of you wrecking the palace and would like to avoid any further destruction that can hamper her current plans."

"That's all it took for her to leave us alone?  You must be joking."  The archon had spent so much time and resources on hunting and imprisoning you--the idea of her giving up just like that had to be unrealistic, right?  And the fact that Xiao managed to bring the entire palace down...there's got to be some sort of bounty on your heads.

Childe met your gaze and held a level of sincerity equivalent to the time when he confessed his feelings and offered you a position among the harbingers on Dragonspine.  "Not in the slightest.  Regardless, you're free to lead carefree lives from now on.  Though if you'd like to rejoin the Fatui I'm sure I can pull some--"

"Nope.  I'm done with that."

"Ha! Very well then."  Childe resumed eating with an amused grin on his face, but Xiao wasn't satisfied with this conversation yet.

"You've given us no reason to trust your words."  His stare was hard and calculating as he tried to decipher any hidden motives behind Childe's friendliness.  It wouldn't be unusual for this to be some kind of trick.  In fact, he expected that there'd be some sort of catch.

The harbinger sent a brief glance Xiao's way before guiding another forkful of food into his mouth and shrugging.  "...Like I said, think what you may.  I don't care if you two choose to live in this realm or in Teyvat with the rest of us.  But then again it must be incredibly boring for a guardian yaksha to be lounging around in this domestic place.  I know I'd be driven mad if I had to live in such a quiet place for so long."

Xiao didn't flinch or give any indication that he was right, but your eyes briefly flicked his way.  It was uncomfortable for him to be 'relaxing' here with nothing to do.  It wasn't surprising that he'd be yearning to go out and uphold his contract with Rex Lapis again.

............

"Childe, wait."  Your hand gripped his forearm rather aggressively as he reached for the door handle to take his leave.  Xiao had heard a disturbance outside and went to check on the realm just in case, so it was only the two of you inside the mansion.

"What is it, ojou-chan?  Miss me already?"

"Yeah right."  As he turned to face you, your grip lightened until you let go.  He hadn't called you 'Mezzetin' once since he got here, only referring to you with this nickname like old times...Childe raised a confused brow.  "Why?"

"...Why?  Why what?"

"Why did you save me?  You could've just let Scaramouche kill me back there.  So...why did you risk your life to save mine when you didn't care less when I was tortured?"  Your stance was firm as you faced him head-on.  "I need to know."

"Ah," Childe awkwardly scratched the back of his head, "that."  Some sort of conflict flickered in those blue eyes of his as he formulated an answer he didn't quite know himself.  "Like I said earlier ojou-chan, I've always seen you as a com--no.  As a friend.  Just as Zhongli and I converse despite the Osial controversy, I see you in the same light despite my loyalty to the Tsaritsa."

"That doesn't answer my question, though.  You had several opportunities to stop what was happening, and it was only then when you decided to step in.  So why then?  What changed your mind?"

"I don't know."

"Bullshit, Tartaglia.  There's got to be strings attached to this, right?  You expect something in return from me? Just get on with it already and tell me."

"I doubt you'd be satisfied with my answer regardless," he muttered mostly to himself.  "I may be kind of a bad guy, but I'm not completely heartless."  He observed the stumped expression that sat on your face as the gears turned in your head.  Then, he turned to the door again.  "When you're ready, you should join Mr. Zhongli and I for drinks sometime.  Farewell, girlie."  He was gone.

Despite the deep-rooted grudge you held against the harbinger now, you couldn't help but still hold some sense of familiarity or gratitude for him.  You might just take on that offer if only to purposely antagonize him at the dinner table.

......

"Xiao, how did you get your tattoo?" The two of you were sitting beneath another one of the many trees native to Liyue in the adeptal realm, still waiting for news regarding your return to the mortal realm.  Several days have passed since Childe paid you a visit, and Zhongli and Aether still had yet to check in on the two of you.  To keep Xiao occupied and keep him from worrying, you'd ask him questions.  "I don't have any of your memories of it."

Despite his memories being shared with you due to your bond, the further back in time they're from, the blurrier they got.  The oldest memory you could 'remember' dealt with the god that enslaved him, and even then, there was no mention of the mysterious green markings that sat on his arm.

"I've always had these markings," he answered gruffly.  He had sat up a moment prior with the intent to exit the teapot out of concern for your companions, but your random question caught him off guard.  His amber eyes narrowed cynically when your fingers traced them.

"Do they have a special meaning?"

"'Meaning?'"  His gaze averted for a moment as he decided whether or not to indulge such a topic.  But your eyes were so full of life as you traced his arm, and your touch was so warm...  "They represent my true form."

"True form?"  You tilted your head and attempted to picture whatever the heck he would be, but all you saw were a bunch of random shapes.  The other adepti in Liyue are shaped like deer and cranes, but what the heck was this mosaic supposed to be picturing?  "And, uh, what would that be?"

Xiao let out a tiresome sigh and realized he may have made a mistake in answering these questions.  Now that he had told you, you weren't going to stop asking until you got to see for yourself.  He never uses his true form; very few had ever seen it and those who have have already passed.  Zhongli had only ever seen it once.

Seeing his apparent concern made you raise a brow.  "No way.  Don't tell me your true form is a bug or something!"

"Tch.  Is that really what came to mind?"  Xiao shot you a glare before standing.  He was planning on walking away and ending the conversation, but your silent pleading made him reconsider almost instantly.  We are alone, he thought.  Perhaps I could show her once.  "Fine," he grumbled.  "Close your eyes."

You obeyed.  He didn't exactly say 'no' when you asked if he'd be a bug.  He wasn't going to appear as such...right?  Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the anticipation.  And just as your excitement grew, so did the winds that brushed past you.  Even the leaves in the tree above were shaking violently. Then, everything stilled.  Something soft brushed your fingertips, which were resting on your knees.  It was a cue.

"Hm?"  Xiao was no longer standing over you.  Instead stood a majestic bird with blue and green feathers that shimmered like glitter in the sunlight that filtered through the tree branches. "You're--!"

"--a bird," he finished.  He didn't say anything for a moment and allowed you to take it all in, seemingly shy or even embarrassed as you instantly reached out to touch him.

The blush that rushed to your cheeks was ignored by the both of you while your fingers grazed over the feathers that stuck up from the top of his head. He was beautiful; as breathtaking as a peacock, even.  Your fingers trailed down the back of his long neck, earning a rise of feathers as Xiao contemplated your movements.  His feathers were softer than the finest textiles in Liyue! And the tail feathers he had must've been as long as you are tall.  They glowed a light blue that's similar to the eyes of his mask.

"So beautiful," you whispered in adoration.  Xiao shifted his wait to his other foot.  "Thank you for showing me."  The fact that he did showed how much trust he placed in you--

The sound of a twig snapping scared the crap out of both of you--so much so that Xiao immediately transformed back into his mortal self.  Since he was so close to you though, it looked like he was sitting on you from the front angle.

"Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to check in--" Aether nearly stumbled when he approached you.  "Um...am I interrupting?"

"No!"

"The Vigilant Yaksha is BLUSHING?!"  Paimon squealed so loud that the three of you scowled.  "And what's with that sitting position?! You--"

"Paimon!" Aether swatted at his companion before she could say something that angered the yaksha.  "We came here for a reason!"

"Hey! Paimon is NOT a fly!"

"It's confirmed to be safe now.  You two can come home!"

"Wait, really?"  The two of you stood up.  "Are you sure?"

"Yep! There's no issue with the Fatui anymore.  Everyone's backed off.  We'll see you at the Pavilion for dinner to celebrate, okay? Don't be late!"  The two partners exited the realm in a flash.

"Ready?"  Xiao turned to you.

"Right now?! It's so sudd--"

"You don't have any belongings here anyways."  The statement cracked a smile on both faces.  "Let's go."  He reached to tap the symbol on his hand.

Your hand grabbed his.  "Wait!  Let me see you a little longer."  He was confused to say the least, but you didn't bother explaining how gorgeous he looked in the light right now.  Those amber eyes mirrored your own--though perhaps it'd be more accurate to say the opposite.  This is the last chapter of the crazy 'adventure' and the dangerous waltz with the Tsaritsa.  In just moments you'd be back in reality, return to Liyue Harbor, return to your Granny's grave, and he would return to his duty of protecting Liyue.  One more moment in this peaceful environment is all you need to admire him before life got hectic again.

Now your new adventure will be permanently at Xiao's side for however long your lifespan is: training with him, supporting him at his darkest moments, and loving him.  No matter what Teyvat brings next, you'll be able to take it on head-first despite lacking a vision and at his side.  You'll both thrive, not just survive.  And as you peered into his eyes, you could tell he felt the same.  "Okay," you nod.  "I'm ready."

#wesimpforxiao #wesimpforxiaoupdates #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact #say my name and ill be there

[cosmiclatte28]

Strike! (Jaehyun x reader)

a/n : okaay soo this was almost from a real story :)) i twisted and improvised something that happened to me :p not important though, but please enjoy this scenario!

warning : none, i think this is save for everyone.. except if you have bad memories with bowling...

characters : you, Jae, and his friends (Yu,Tae,Johnny)

tagging @yutahoes (since she knew what happened) and @neopalette anyone else wants to be tagged in my works tell me :)

enjoy!!

Spring is happening, the flowers are blooming, and the sun has been staying up longer! Everyone’s toasting under the heat and hoping that summer can just come now. You personally enjoy the heat rather than shivering in the cold winter wind. It’s just that you don’t really have anyone to enjoy this beautiful weather with. Just like any other day, you got down from your room to look for dinner. The sun is still up and you choose to just use one of your jacket and plop into your shoes before locking the door and walking nicely to look for food.

You turn on your earphone, playing on some light music so you feel less lonely. It’s just that you have friends but today you don’t feel like eating with them. You’ve been to two classes today and worked on some homework, you noticed it’s time for a “me time”. So, with the sun shining warmly and you enjoying your afternoon walk you smile when you notice how many couples are walking around the campus.

You’re jealous, you wont lie. Come on, who’s not jealous to see cute happy couples walking under the sun and with the blooming flowers things just look like a scene from a movie. You personally slow down to think of which dining hall to visit today. You choose to go to the west side and see what menu they offer.

You don’t see much student there which make you settle quickly on pasta and have them wrap it up to go. Now, with your boxed food, you walk happily to go back to your room only to pause when there’s a sport car filled with hot guys zooming through you.

You notice a lot of people have their eyes glued on the car, or maybe the guys in it. You don’t know them, but one of them seriously looks cute. You locked eyes for a second and you swore you love him at first sight.

“Woah, last time there were girls zooming around in their opened-cabriole cars and now guys too. Guess summer is really near.” You shrug your shoulder and continue to walk.

You pass by the car again but this time it is parked and the four guys are just chilling around their cars. Sipping on some cold energy drinks while giggling and tossing light smiles to the people passing by.

“Who are you looking at young boy?” The man behind the wheels earlier nudges the boy who has his eyes glued on you.

“Um no one-“ he stammers before turning away to look at his feet and feeling his ears burn.

“Oh I see, some freshman I guess-“ the guy with a Japanese accent teases the younger boy.

“Where? I wanna see too!” the smallest one between the three extends his neck to look around.

Their actions bring the crowd’s attention, and you realize you should keep walking. Why were you stopping in first place?

So, without much thought you continue to walk down your road while humming to your music.

“Stop staring,” the guy who’s looking at his feet finally speaks up.

“Why Jaehyun? You’re shy?” The tallest, Johnny aka guy behind wheel, pokes his cheek.

Jaehyun turns red “Nah, I don’t know her. She just passed by and I locked eyes with her.”

“Don’t worry, if Yuta saw her he will know her name.” Taeyong puts a hand over Yuta’s shoulder “Right Yuta?” he asks to clarify his statement.

Yuta nods “If only you justified if that was the girl you’re staring, I may have her name tomorrow.” Yuta plays with his phone.

Jaehyun sighs “Come on, this school is big… there’s no way you’ll get her name.” he hugs his three friends’ shoulders and sighs “Guess that will be the first and last time I see her.”

Johnny clicks his tongue “So dramatic. Duhh, I know how to see her.”

Jaehyun’s eyes widen “How?”

Taeyong giggles “She went that way, there’s only three houses there. We can just hang around there and see her if she goes out of her building. It’s that simple Jae, don’t be so sad.” Taeyong pats his shoulder and jumps into the car.

“Come on, we have a bowling match tomorrow might want to practice a little bit before the game.” Taeyong calls his other friends into the car and once they’re all in, Johnny hits the road again with high speed to show off his car and the guys inside.

--

You finish your dinner and clean up your room already. In an hour or two, you’ll wrap up your task and readings then maybe take a rest because tomorrow is a big day. You got more classes to suffer and some dance class to attend.

Your mind flashes back the image of the cute guy seating in the back seat of the sports car earlier. His dimple, his carefree smile and his fluffy wind-blown hair looks perfect. Oh you really wish you can see him one more time.

He doesn’t look like he belongs in your major, man like him probably is an athlete or studies something related to business or sports.

“Come on come to your senses (y/n)! What are the odds he meet you again? Even if he sees you, he won’t notice or realize you’re there.” You try to burry your hope by reminding yourself boys like him belong to the pretty girls with long legs. Unlike you, totally you’re way out of his league.

That night you dream of a fortunate encounter with the mysterious guy and he gives you his name. Weird how you cannot remember his name at all when you wake up, but the day is running and you need to wake up and face reality. He is a prince charming and you’re no Cinderella.

--

“I told you, I can get her name by today.” Yuta proudly shows Jaehyun and the guys an Instagram profile.

“Wait whoah you really did.” Taeyong says after examining the profile picture because of the private account.

“How did you?” Jaehyun stops asking when his eyes accidentally spot you coming into the room.

“Am I seeing things or is she really here?” Jaehyun whispers to his friends and Johnny gives him a smack “Hurts? It’s real. I see her too.”

Yuta chuckles “Come on, I see her walking to this place and thought maybe she’s here this afternoon. So, I made a quick run through the participant list and look up one by one.”

“Thank you- but oh I am so fortunate to see her again.” Jaehyun is literally having his moment. If this is a drama he’d have romantic bgm and flower petals falling out of nowhere. But this is the bowling room in the campus and it’s far from romantic. Especially when the judge calls for the competitor to get ready.

“Good luck there bro, focus on the game not on the girl.” His friends tease him before leaving to sit in the spectator seat.

You tie your bowling shoes and pick out your own ball. Polishing it and feeling it with your hand before bumping into someone’s sturdy chest.

“Oh- sorry.” You mutter an apology before looking up and freezing in place when you lock eyes with the same man you’ve been dying to see again.

“You-“ he turns pink.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump you. Please don’t kill me.” You beg for him

He chuckles “I will not kill you, but if you want my apology…” he trails off and bends a little bit to see your face closer “Give me your name.”

You turn red now and you feel your face heat up “It’s (y/n)”

He smiles and reaches out his hand “Jaehyun, nice to meet you (y/n)” he shakes your hand and you grin. This is awkward…

“I saw you yesterday on the car. Nice car.” You whisper after both of you sit down to wait for your turns.

Jaehyun nods “Wasn’t my car sadly, but it’s my friend’s.” he points to the three guys enjoying pizza on the spectator bench. You only nod, his friends all look hot.

“So, bowling eh? Good at it?” you ask him when it’s almost his turn. Jaehyun stands up and wears his bowling glove “Good? I just pick this up as a new hobby and I join this to look for new friends.” He gets up to his lane and picks his ball before posing nicely and hits a strike.

You smirk, not bad. He has some talent.

Jaehyun returns after his turn is over and it’s yours now.

“What about you?” he asks

You sweetly smile “Watch and see,”

Jaehyhun notices how you change. Your posture is different, and your gaze definitely burns hole to the wall. He secretly has to control his heartbeat from going up when he sees you hit a strike.

You’re not a newbie, he notices that

“Great posture, accurate and precise.” Jaehyun offers a high-five and you take it.

“Well, thank you that came from years of practice. Pleasure to be your competitor tonight, I am (y/n) the school’s official bowling team leader.” You wink and Jaehyun feels his heart burst into million pieces.

How can you be so cute and so attractive at the same time? Plus what, you’re the bowling athlete team? Hot.

He sure is going to brag on you to his friends, but most importantly he’ll win your number first after the hot tight match. He’s glad Johnny forced him to sign up for this competition, and he’s glad he has the courage to talk with you.

“So, nice game and you’re really good.” Jaehyun nudges your shoulder when the game ends with you winning.

You grin “Oh yeah? Well, what do I get for winning?” you playfully tease him.

He knits his eyebrow for a while before grinning “Do you want my number? We can have lunch together or dinner someday.” He offers you his suggestion and you feel your cheek burns.

“Sure, yes I’d love that.” You gulp and type in your number to his phone.

“Okay, I’ll text you my number so you can save it.” He winks and turns his head around when his friends call him

“I got to go, do you want to go back to your dorm with us?” he offers you a ride but as much as you want to, you know not to accept rides from stranger easily.

You shake your head “I will go with them,” you point to a new group of friends living in the same building you just met earlier.

Jaehyun nods coolly “Okay, text me when you got home.” He points to your phone that lights up with a message from him.

You smile and wave your hand as you walk to the other friends “Bye Jaehyun! It was nice meeting you.”

Turns out yesterday was not the first and last time he sees you.

end

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[allsassnoclass]

Hi M! Can I please request "an actual open honest conversation" + "falling asleep over skype or chat" with Cashton? 💞 -blackbutterfliescal💛

alrighty here you go @blackbutterfliescal

Ashton's face is half-obscured when Calum calls him, shadows flickering over him from the street lights he keeps passing under and beanie flattening his hair so his curls fall further into his eyes than usual.

"Hey," Ashton says, adjusting one of his earbuds.  "What's up?"

"I could've waited to call," Calum says.  "I didn't know you were still out."

"I'm just coming back from the library," Ashton says.  "Besides, I always want to talk to you, and I'll be back at the apartment in no time."

"What were you doing in the library at three in the morning?"

"I had a paper due tomorrow.  It's not great, but it's good enough that I can leave the edits for the morning."

"Oh," Calum says.  "You should probably go to bed, then, if you're going to get up to edit."

"Not tired yet," Ashton replies automatically.  "Besides, I want to talk to you.  What's up?"

Calum shifts, trying to get comfortable under the covers and still be able to see the screen.  He misses Ashton's face, more than he conceivably should given how often they snapchat and FaceTime.

"Nothing much," he says eventually, once he's decided that laying on his side is the best option.

"Are you going to keep bullshitting me?  Because this is the latest you've asked to call and I know that something's been bothering you.  If you want to talk around it, we can, but I don't think you would've called me at three in the morning if that's the case."

Calum sighs, but he expected this.  Ashton knows him too well to allow him to get away with lying about how he's been doing.

"I feel really fucking shitty," he says and then, to his great embarrassment, immediately starts crying.

The worst thing is that he never cries.  Michael can get teary-eyed over those sad dog commercials and Luke sniffles at half the Disney movies he watches, but the last time Calum cried was when he broke his leg as a kid.  It hurt like hell and he thought he would never get to play soccer again until his mom corrected that assumption.

"Woah, hey," Ashton says gently.  "It's alright, Cal.  Whatever it is, you'll get through it."

Calum shakes his head.

"Remember to breathe," Ashton says, and Calum obediently forces air back into his lungs.  On camera, Ashton enters his apartment and flicks on the light.

"I d-don't want to be here," Calum sobs.  "I hate school, I'm f-failing half my classes, I have no friends, I don't--I just want to be back home, with you and Michael and Luke again.  I miss my family.  I miss my house.  I miss just--sitting in the back yard with you doing nothing, or going to get fries late at night because we didn’t want to go home, or any of those ridiculous adventures you dragged me on.”

He takes another shaky breath, swiping at his eyes.  It does nothing to stop the flow of tears.

“Cal, it’s okay,” Ashton tries desperately.

“It’s not!  You don’t understand.  You’ve never had an issue making friends.  You’ve always known what you want to do with your life and you’ve never gotten anything less than a B.  I have nothing.”

“I thought you get along with the soccer team.”

Calum rolls his eyes, even though Ashton probably can’t see it in the darkness of his room.

“They don’t hate me, but I’m not friends with any of them.  The only reason I have their numbers is because it’s on the team roster.  It’s not like we’re getting lunch or forming a study group of anything.”

Calum didn’t have a friend until he had Michael, and he didn’t really have friends plural until Luke and Ashton came into the picture.  He was terrified coming to college without any of them, but part of him had still hoped that his fear would be unfounded.

“What about your roommate?” Ashton asks.  “I thought you two were okay.”

“I haven’t seen him for the past five days,” Calum says.  “He texts me to let me know he’s staying over at his girlfriend’s, but that’s it.  I should have gone to your school.  At least then I wouldn’t be miserable.”

“Calum--”

“I know, I know.”

“You can’t choose your school because of me,” Ashton says gently.  “My university doesn’t have the program you wanted and it’s too far away for your family to visit for a weekend.  You wouldn’t have been happy.  It probably would’ve led to us fighting.”

Calum rolls his eyes again, because he knows that.  Everyone under the sun told him that he shouldn’t choose his school based on a high school romance, regardless of the fact that said romance is with Ashton, the love of his life.  Luke and Michael ignored everyone who said that and now Calum gets to see all of their instagram pictures and snapchat updates, both of them looking perfectly content and utterly in love.

Maybe he should’ve gone to school with them.  If he hadn’t gotten a soccer scholarship to his current school, he probably would have tried to scrape up the money to and wouldn’t feel so fucking lonely all the time.  He already did two years of being without Ashton since he graduated before them, and it was bearable with his two best friends still by his side.  Without any of them he feels untethered, adrift amidst an ocean with a storm brewing on the horizon and no lifejackets in sight.

“I miss you,” Calum says.

“I know, sweetheart,” Ashton says.  He’s in his own bedroom now, phone propped up in his desk.

Calum misses him so much he aches with it.

“What’s going on with your classes?” Ashton asks.  “You haven’t said anything about failing them before.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Calum pouts.  Ashton sighs.  “Look, they just suck, okay?  I’m behind.  Nothing makes sense.  The teachers are mean and the classmates are mean and I don’t fucking understand anything.”

“Have you been going to class?”

Calum scrubs a hand over his face, hating this conversation more and more as it continues.  Ashton can judge the answer by his silence, and he knows that it’s not the one he should be giving.

“You can’t learn if you don’t go to class, and your professors are going to be more willing to work with you if they see you making an effort.”

“I know.”

“Okay, okay,” Ashton says gently.  “I know you do, Cal, but that’s the only advice I have.  Can you talk to a TA or go to some office hours?”

Calum shrugs.

“When do you have class tomorrow?”

“Eight,” Calum says.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ashton hums in sympathy, “and you’re still awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Ashton hums again.

“I’m going to call you tomorrow to be sure you’re headed over,” he says.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Ashton says.  “I like talking to you in the morning, anyway.  It’s a good start.”

Calum buries his face in his pillow.

“What?” Ashton asks.

“Everyone is going to judge me,” Calum mumbles, moving his face out of the pillow just enough for Ashton to be able to understand what he’s saying and for him to get some oxygen, because watching him suffocate on a video call would probably be traumatic for Ashton.

“They won’t,” Ashton says definitively.  “They have their own shit to worry about.  Half of them are probably in the same boat, anyway.”

Calum hums.

“You know, I thought I was going to fail some of my classes at midterms my first semester.  I barely managed to scrape them all up to a B and save my scholarship.”

“What?”  Calum frowns, but when he looks at his phone Ashton doesn’t seem like he’s lying.  “You never said anything.”

Ashton shrugs.

“I didn’t want you to worry, I guess.  It was hard enough being away from everyone, and when we talked I wanted to be able to enjoy it instead of making us both stress.  I think part of me also thought I had to like… justify why I went so far away, I guess.  Like if I had been having a bad time it would’ve just proven that I should’ve gone to community college like everyone was expecting.  Everyone made sacrifices to get me here.  I didn’t want that to be in vain.”

Ashton has always acted like he has to do everything himself.  It took a long time to get him to open up when they first became friends, but Calum has always tried to give him endless support.

“What I’m trying to say is that you’re not a failure for how you’re feeling right now, or anything like that,” Ashton says.  “You’ve only been at college for a few weeks.  Everyone struggles a little to adjust, even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

Ashton may be right, but that doesn’t necessarily tell Calum how to fix this.

“If you put in the work, it’s still plenty early enough to get your grades up to passing,” Ashton says.  “And if you still despise all of your classes by the end of the semester, you can talk to your advisor about switching majors.  They might be able to point you towards something that you’d enjoy learning about more.  Your career center might have one of those tests you can take that tell you what fields you should go into, too.  As for the friend thing, maybe start with the soccer team?  You’re a fucking delight, Calum.  Once people realize that, you’ll make friends, but you have to encourage them to get close enough.  Maybe you could ask about a team dinner at a dining hall.  Hell, maybe you could ask your neighbor on the floor if they want to go get dinner.  The worst that can happen is they say no, and that’s their loss.”

“Okay,” Calum says quietly.  “It’s hard, though.”

Even thinking about approaching someone is making his palms sweat.  He’s not as shy as he used to be, Michael and Luke and Ashton all bolstering his confidence since they became friends, but it’s a lot easier when they’re with him instead of over an hour away.

“I know it is,” Ashton says.  “You can do it, though.  I know you can.”

Calum hums.

“What can I do?” Ashton asks.  “How can I help right now?”

Asking Ashton to skip his classes tomorrow and make the drive to stay with him for a bit is unreasonable, and Calum wants to do this without resorting to any unreasonable whining.  Even though Ashton said he’s not a failure for how he’s feeling, he’s going to feel like one if he doesn’t manage to get through this.

“I should probably go to bed,” Calum says.

“Are you going to be able to get to sleep?”

He doesn’t answer right away, because he’s pretty sure that as soon as they hang up he’s going to start crying again or toss and turn until his alarm goes off or Ashton calls again to get him to class.

“Cal?”

“Probably not.”

“Do you want me to keep talking?  Or maybe you could play some music to help you relax more?”

“Can you keep talking?” Calum asks.  He doesn’t say I miss you again, because that would be redundant, but he’s pretty sure Ashton hears it, anyway.  “You could read a phone book if you want, I just want to hear your voice.”

Ashton hums, riffling through various books on his desk.

“You could read your essay,” Calum says.  “You don’t have to talk to me very long, just a little bit more, then maybe stay on as you get ready for bed.”

“You’re sure you want to hear about how Shakespeare uses the family as a microcosm of society?”

“Yeah, that’ll put me right to sleep,” he snorts.  Ashton gives him a look that makes Calum smile for what feels like the first time tonight.

“Okay, buckle up,” Ashton says.  “This is a riveting essay.  This essay could win me awards.”

“You said it’s bad earlier.”

“I said it’s not great, but it will be once I edit a bit.  As a stem major you have forfeited your right to judge.”

Calum rolls his eyes and snuggles deeper under the covers.  Ashton clears his throat and begins reading, voice even and gentle.  Calum lets the words wash over him and tries to get his muscles to relax, sinking further into his shitty dorm mattress.  Somewhere between Ashton’s explanations about the rottenness of Denmark relating directly to the unraveling of the ruling family and Ashton thinking quietly out loud as he switches words around in his edits, Calum falls asleep.

#my writing #cashton #this is from the first week in november #trying to empty my inbox of the prompts in it #I have 5 others? I think? #anyway how about college aus. I do quite a few college aus #this was either going to be a confession of love or hurt/comfort #and I went with hurt/comfort

[sambergscott]

your son is going to love you

Summary: Peralta dads are cursed, destined to have terrible relationships with their sons. When Jake finds out *he's* going to have a son, he spirals. Amy helps.

goes without saying that if you haven’t watched 7x10 yet maybe don’t read this

She wakes up at 2am needing to pee.

She’s been waking up needing to pee a lot lately.

It’s like their baby has no respect for her sleeping pattern, perfectly honed over the years to maximise productivity, while still fitting in the full 8 hours of sleep needed a day. Their baby doesn’t care about the 8 hour recommendation, he laughs in the face of scientists. With the bad back and heart burn and constant kick, kick, kicking of her bladder, she’s averaging 4.7. She thought babies didn’t start keeping you up all night until they were born but, oh, how wrong she was.

She pats her husband to wake him up and come keep her company. If she’s awake because of their baby, then damn it, he’s going to be awake, too. But he’s not there, leaving her hand awkwardly patting a bare mattress.

“Jake?” She murmurs groggily, sitting up and switching on her bedside lamp. She’s half-expecting him to be sitting in the armchair playing Mario Party on his Switch (he has become a little bit addicted in the last few months and it wouldn’t be the first time she’s found him trying to beat Wario in the early hours of the morning) or have left a note beside her bed that he had a lead on a case and needed to go in with a scribbled ‘love you’ underneath and a lopsided heart. The armchair is empty, but there’s a light on down the hall and since there’s no way she forgot to turn it off before bed (she triple checks), she figures that it must be Jake.

Forgetting the whole reason why she woke up in the first place, she grabs Jake’s hoodie from the floor for warmth and pads into their living-kitchen-dining area. It’s the open plan-ness that made her fall in love with the apartment upon first visit and submit all her paperwork as soon as she was out the door. It’s the open plan-ness that would make the Property Brothers proud and the dumb people who go on that show foam at the mouth with jealousy. It’s the open plan-ness that allows her to see her husband straight away, snacking on the unfinished party food.

(Apparently people don’t feel like eating after a man cuts his thumb off and spurts blood everywhere. Who’d have thought?)

There’s a weird, pensive look on his face that draws her towards him.

“You OK, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he responds. He pops a tomato from the salad bowl in his mouth, then another, then another.

She narrows her eyes. He never eats tomatoes unless they’re in ketchup or on top of a famous Sal’s pizza. Something is wrong.

She thinks back on their day, mentally rewinding the events from waking up to the morning briefing to their private sex reveal in the break room and finding out they’re having a boy (the empty cake box and blue frosting around Scully’s mouth was very surprising indeed). They were both floating on Cloud 9 all afternoon, came home and Zoomed the entire family, falling asleep on the couch around 9.30pm because pregnancy is exhausting.

Nothing particularly awful stands out.

Unless...

“Are you thinking about your Grandpa?”

He’d been so excited to see him again, so excited to reunite Walter Peralta  with Roger, The Admiral with the Captain. To be honest, Amy was less than impressed. He’d been nice enough to her, asked her about her job, about the baby, small talked about the weather. But he never asked her about Jake, probed about the 20 odd years of his grandson’s life that he’d missed out on. Which is frustrating because she has a lot of embarrassing stories ready to tell and a whole photo album of Jake on her phone. He couldn’t care less about Roger or Jake, storming out of the sex reveal party after calling his son a screw up and turning off his phone so they couldn’t get in contact with him. He’s a selfish dick and her husband deserves better. Still, he won’t be thinking about what a monster Walter turned out to be, he’ll be finding ways to blame himself that yet another father walked out of his life again.

He nods silently and she leads him to the couch.

“Talk to me, Jake.”

He releases a shaky breath. “The Peralta’s are cursed.”

“With devastatingly handsome good looks?” She half-jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Because, hello, her husband is hot; she constantly overhears other women in the precinct talking about his glow up and it would be impossible to ignore the female attention he gets in bars and even just walking down the street before he scratches his face to show off his wedding band and wraps one arm proudly around his wife’s shoulders. She’s seen the pictures of a young Roger Peralta, too, and with that charm smile... she gets it.

“Thank you,” he smiles briefly, “but no. Peralta dads are cursed with terrible relationships with their sons.”

“That’s not going to be you,” she says without hesitation, without a shred of doubt.

“How do you know?” He launches into a scathing personal indictment that leaves his cheeks stinging with tears. “I’m immature, obsessed with my work, messy, always late. My dad was never around when I was a kid. I don’t even know what dads do with their sons! And what if it’s in my genes? To be a crappy dad, abandon my kid like a dozen Peralta fathers before me. Your parents still don’t think I’m good enough. You didn’t even like me at first. It only makes sense that our baby would hate me, too.”

“Woah, babe. Slow down. Let’s unpack that one at a time.” She wipes away his tears with his hoodie sleeve and squeezes his hand. “First of all, you are way more mature now than you used to be. We bought a family friendly Sedan. You read parenting books. You were eating fruit, like, two minutes ago.”

“Tomatoes are fruits?”

“What? Yes, how do you not - not the point.” She shakes her head. “And so what, you enjoy your job. That’s a good thing, Jake! Do you understand how rare that is? You’re doing the thing you love while providing a decent income for our family. And besides, I’m way more obsessed than you. I have FOMOW, but that doesn’t mean I won’t love our kid more than anything. And as for the messy, late thing, if I can look past it because of how much I love you, so will our son.”

“Love you, too,” he mumbles.

“Now onto your point about not knowing what dads do, that is a straight up lie and we both know it, Peralta. You’re always hanging out with Charles and Nikolaj and Lord Knows Terry doesn’t shut up about all the activities he does with his girls.”

“I know what they do when I’m around, but what do you do when it’s 5am and they won’t go back to sleep?” He frets. “At what age do you introduce them to Die Hard? In Cry Hard With A Vengeance,” he quotes the parenting book she originally bought him as a joke but has kind of become his Torah, “Bruce Willis says right away, but what if he’s not ready to understand the complex plots? What if he prefers Timothy Olyphant to William Atherton? Oh my God, what if our son doesn’t think Die Hard is a Christmas movie?”

He’s spiralling and it’s a good job he’s with the only person who can truly calm him down.

“I think Bruce Willis is just trying to promote his franchise and that we’ll be watching more Paw Patrol than Die Hard for the next few years, babe, but I’m sure when he is old enough, he will love the movies as much as you.”

“Right,” he agrees, “you’re totally right. Action thrillers aren’t very baby friendly. I’ll just watch it on mute with subtitles.”

She laughs, her eyes crinkling in the corners. She loves him so much. Which segways them nicely onto his final two points.

“My parents do love you. Sure, they’re critical, but that’s just the way they are. They’re the same way to all of us. My mom complains to everyone she meets about how I can’t cook, how Tony hasn’t settled down and made her any beautiful grandbabies yet, even Perfect David faces her wrath when he goes a week without phoning her. If the worst thing my mom has to say about you is that you’re below average in height, you’re doing OK. And as for me apparently not liking you at first, I did like you.”

He furrows his brow. “But you said you found me annoying and difficult to be around.”

“Yet I didn’t ask to switch desks, continued working cases with you and went to Shaw’s whenever I was invited.” She stares at him pointedly. “If I really found you difficult to be around, I wouldn’t have stayed. I thought you were cute and funny and good at your job and yeah, you were annoying too, but,” she shrugs, “it never put me off.”

“So what you’re saying is that you had a crush on me first,” he grins.

“No. You obviously had a crush on me back then, too. What I’m saying is that I love you, our son loves you and you’re going to be a great dad.”

He blushes, ducking his head. “My dad said the same thing. About our son loving me.”

“He’s right,” she replies. “I feel him kick every time you get home from work, every time you sing to Taylor Swift in the car, every time I mention your name. Why didn’t you believe him?”

“I don’t know, still nervous about the curse, I guess.” He twists his wedding band on his finger.

Amy bites her lip. “Are you not excited about us having a boy?”

She has to ask. His excitement looked genuine in the break room, but it’s no secret that he was hoping for a girl. A mini-Amy, he said. While she’s always been more accustomed to boys considering the Santiago’s have, like, a million of them, Jake couldn’t get over the image of a little girl in dresses and doing ballet and with long, dark hair that he eventually learns to braid.

“Of course I am,” he’s quick to assure her. “Stupid excited. Never been more excited for anything. Not even the Ninja Turtles reboot. But still... nervous.” He rubs his hand over his face, muffling his voice. “Everyone is assuming what kind of dad I’m going to be. Whether I’m going to be good at it or not. To be fair, the only person who doubted me is that murderer I arrested last week, obviously not my biggest fan. Everyone else is convinced I can do it. What if I can’t? What if I’m genetically wired to be a bad dad? What if I disappoint you and our baby and Charles who has been dreaming about this forever?”

“Jake,” she softens her voice, pulling his hand away from his face, “the fact you are so worried about being a bad dad proves that you will not be one. Nor could you ever disappoint us.”

“But you’re my wife. You have to say that.”

“I would never have married you and become your wife if I thought you were the kind of person who could abandon your kid,” she promises him. “You have been perfect so far, dealing with all the vitamins and over-scheduled sex and washing my clothes when I sweat through them and holding my hair back when I’m being sick. You’ve been to every doctor’s appointment, read every binder, bought me every weird food craving. You hang out with the bump every night, talking and singing to it. I know you’re going to be a great dad, Jake, because you already are one.”

She kisses him and it’s soft and tender and filled with love, only interrupted by the kick, kick, kicking of their son.

“Hey,” Jake says in his best authoritative dad voice/John McClane dealing with German terrorists voice (he’s been practising in front of the mirror following Bruce’s advice), pointing a warning finger at the bump. “I’m going to kiss your mom as much as I want, Peralta. I loved her first.”

Amy giggles, stroking her fingers through Jake’s unruly curls. His bedhead is always wild and it’s maybe her favourite thing in the entire world. She silently sends a message of her own to their son to inherit his dad’s hair. And eyes. And handsome smile.

He kicks again as if to say ‘OK, mom’.

And then she really needs to pee.

#b99 fic #jake x amy #my writing #let me know what you think!!!! #love love LOVED writing it

[another-dr-another]

head to the dining hall !

Maeda, narrating - It'll be nice to actually have breakfast with everyone.

Maeda - Since, yknow, I opted to sleep yesterday.

/Maeda enters the dining hall, grabs some food and coffee, then sits down.

Kobashikawa - So, how did everyone sleep?

Hatano - Honestly? Not very well...

Iranami - Nightmares because of the video?

Hatano - Yeah...

Uehara - I think a majority of us had that same issue.

Tomori - Hmm...

Tomori - I think I saw some tea bags and a kettle in my room, maybe I could see if I have anything to help with sleeping?

Tomori - Seeing as the dining hall gets closed off early on in the night.

Mekaru - Oh that would be wonderful!

/Just then, the doors to the dining hall opened, and in walked Tsurugi, seemingly escorting... Kurokawa?!

Mekaru - Kurokawa!

Maeda - A-Are you feeling better?

Kurokawa - Yeah... I'm starting to do a lot better.

Maki - That's a relief.

Yamaguchi - Hey, isn't this the first time that all 15 of us have been at breakfast together?

Kobashikawa - You're right, Maeda wasn't here yesterday.

Yamaguchi - Suspicious...

Maeda - What?!

Inori - How are you so dumb, Yamaguchi?

Yamaguchi - Hey now, I'm just saying.

Tsurugi - Um... I'm gonna go ahead and change the topic now.

Maki - That's right, what did you wanna tell us all?

Kurokawa - Tsurugi and I are gonna be hosting a get-together tonight!

Tsurugi - Yeah! I went to visit Kurokawa last night, and since I had been talking about all my bracelets, I decided to tell her about them too.

Kurokawa - So we figured, why not do something similar, and have everyone make bracelets for one another, to remind everyone that they're not alone?

Kurokawa - Also, I'm gonna be making snacks!

Kurokawa - I don't know if like, any of you used to watch my stuff, but I uploaded tons of ghost themed recipes,

Kurokawa - I have a lot memorized, so I can make some things for us to eat while we hang out!

Tsurugi - And I have tons of string in my room!

Ōtori - Kurokawa, I actually used to watch some of your videos... that sounds nice, I'm in!

Tomori - What a lovely idea!

Inori - Kinda lame, but the food sounds nice.

/The students of 79-B seemed pretty accepting of this idea, except for...

Higa - Well, sounds nice and fun for all of you three year olds and your power of friendship,

Higa - But I won't be attending something as childish as bracelet making.

Tsurugi - ...

Tsurugi - Are you sure?

Tsurugi - I mean Kurokawa is making snacks.

Tsurugi - So... yknow.

Tsurugi - You can just come to the thing.

Higa - ...

Tsurugi - ...

Higa - ...I suppose that there's safety in numbers, and I wouldn't want you to beg for me to be there.

Higa - As lovely as it'd be to watch.

Tsurugi - Hooray!

Uehara - Woah wait, what were you talking about there Higa?

Kurokawa - I think we should just let the conversation end here...

Tsurugi - One more thing though!

Tsurugi - Since we have dinner at 7:30, we'll start the get together at 8:45!

Taira - That should work fine... I assume you and Kurokawa will handle the set up?

Kurokawa - Yeah, we can do it!

Kurokawa - I'm really excited to go and bake something...

~*~

Maeda, narrating - So, looks like I have my evening planned out.

Maeda - It'll be fun, I think, to work on bracelets with the class.

Maeda - ...

Maeda - What if I'm too into it and everyone makes fun of me?

Maeda - I should go see what the others are thinking...

[Free Time Event]

{Return to your Dorm}

#dra #au #yuki maeda #kiyoka maki #mitsuhiro higa #kizuna tomori #ayame hatano #kanata inori #kakeru yamaguchi #kinji uehara #satsuki iranami #mikako kurokawa #haruhiko kobashikawa #akane taira #teruya ōtori #rei mekaru #tsurugi kinjo #chapter 1 #daily life #daily life 1 #august 25 #group meetings

[fishy12233]

Chronicles of Sturgia

Side Story 1: “Smefanye Fawkes and the Curious Clock”

It was the night of a full moon. A beautiful witch and her dog stood gracefully, staring  at the moon. She stood across from a  young monkey witch who held a strange clock while trembling in fear. The monkey was afraid, but had to put on a brave face. Be scared later, she was told. The witches stood, ready for battle. They threw powerful spells at each other in perfect harmony. There was a clash of light as the two witches dueled. They did this all while standing on the face of a falling clock tower. The witches’ power kept the clock in the air, falling up and down as dark spirits flew around them. Their battle was long and tiring. The monkey was pushed over the edge. She couldn’t hold on any longer. Her power was faltering. The beautiful witch stood victorious, prepared to push the young witch to her doom.

Four years before the main events of Chronicles of Sturgia and two years before Smefanye’s debut in America’s Next Top Model, she worked as the owner of a fruit cafe in Sunset Grove. She had graduated from being a barista at Starbucks and didn’t really know what to do with her life. But it had been a long time since she was a detective, and it had all ended when she ended up in the dumpster. One day, a villager came in who would give her the answers she needed. It was Nadia Tokemi, a monkey villager who lived in Sunset Grove during the summer. She held an odd clock in her arms.

“I’ll have a peach smoothie, please,” said Nadie.

She drank her smoothie, staring off into the distance with beady eyes.

“Actually,” said Nadia. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“I’m all ears,” said Smef.

“So let me ask you, you’re a detective, right?” asked Nadia.

“Former detective, but yes, I was,” said Smef.

“This may sound strange, but can you come with me to my school?” said Nadia. “My clock told me that there something horrible will happen this year.”

“Your… clock?” asked Smefanye. Nadia was making no sense.

“It’s a long story,” said Nadia. “But could you come to my school anyway?”

“Okay,” said Smefanye. “Why not?”

And so, Smefanye closed her shop. Nadia told her that she would need to close her shop because it could take a long time to solve the mystery.

They went on a boat and sailed to the island. They called it the Island of Dreams. It looked like a fun place to be, but seeing it up close was a fantastic experience for Smef. The island had a beautiful harbor and even a theme park. The school looked just as fun as the theme park did, which was a first for Smefanye. It looked like there was a culture festival going on. There were colorful decorations and fun booths everywhere.

“WOW!” said Smefanye. “I wish my school was this cool! You go to school here?”

“Not exactly,” said Nadia. “Let me show you. Prepare yourself.”

Suddenly, Nadia began fiddling with the odd clock she always kept with her. She grabbed Smef’s arm as the clock activated. A bright light shone from it as the world began to spin and spin around them. Smef became super dizzy, but Nadia kept staring at the clock. Suddenly, the spinning stopped, and the world had changed.

Smef looked around. The school had completely transformed. The colorful festival had gone away and everything looked more old-fashioned.

“Where the heck are we??” Smef asked.

“Porvurious Academy,” Nadia replied.

“I know that,” said Smef. “But why does it look so different?”

“Because we time traveled,” said Nadia.

“WHAT????” exclaimed Smef. “How did we time travel? This shouldn’t be possible!”

“I used my clock,” replied Nadia. “Time travel is one of its powers. I’d like to talk, but we don’t have much time. I need you to go undercover as one of the students and see if you can solve the mystery about the horrible thing that’s happening this year?”

“I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” said Smef. She was still processing how all of this could be possible.

And so, Smef had to stay in this strange school. Smef met up with Headmaster Porvurious, a falcon headmaster who registered her as a new transfer student. Smef was 18, which meant that she would be a seventh year. She had a lot of catching up to do, since she would be graduating this year. It was a week before school started, so she had to study for classes so that she could focus on solving the mystery. She also spent time looking around the school, seeing if there was anything of importance. She stayed in the dorms. She wasn’t sorted into a house like most students were during their first year, so she was put into the house of Tanakaryu, represented by the ambitious dragon, since it was the only house that had a free room available. Smefanye wanted to go into the house of Canellion, represented by the kind stallion, since it fit her the most, but there was nothing she could do.

Smefanye stayed at a hotel east of the Island of Dreams. It was a spooky, rundown place filled with strange creatures. At the very least, Smefanye had a great view of Porvurious Academy. The first time she looked out her hotel window was when she realized that there was a city below the island, where the water would be. Smef would try to visit that place, but she would never get the chance to go there that year.

When the first day of school was upon them, Nadia took Smefanye to the capital city east of the academy to go shopping. It was a beautiful town that was bustling with people. There was so much to look at and buy. Smefanye got to buy her robes and books. She even got to buy a cool wand to go with it.

“Porvurioius Academy is really focused on teaching witchcraft and wizardry,” said Nadia. “Nowadays, which is technically about two decades from now, the school decided to focus on teaching a more broad range of subjects for everyone to enjoy.”

“I can see that,” said Smef. “But they still teach magic stuff at Porvurious, right?”

“Yeah,” said Nadia. “It’s just not as big of a program unless you’re really interested in it. There was less of a need for magic classes after a while, since it was only needed so students can be safe and learn how to defend themselves.”

“Why do they need to defend themselves?” asked Smefanye.

“Because of the Blue Sages,” said Nadia. “They’re a group of troublemakers who go around causing mayhem. Do you see that island in the sky.” Nadia pointed to the strange city in the sky.

“WOAH!” exclaimed Smefanye. “Was that there when we were back in the present?”

“No,  and I have no idea why,” said Nadia. “Apparently, the Blue Sages took over that city and use it as their base of operations. Some of my classmates were there during the initial takeover. One of them even lived there, I think.”

Smefanye could only wonder what that strange city was like. It was probably really dangerous now. Did she need to remember that for this particular case? She also wondered if she had to keep what happens in the present a secret. Smefanye stayed silent just in case.

Once Smefanye and Nadia finished shopping, they boarded the train. Smefanye never got to go on this train. She just went on the boat from Porvurious Academy and took a carriage to town from the beach. When the girls boarded the train, they went into one of the open cars and began to study. Nadia gave Smefanye a crash course on all of the basic subjects. Since Nadia was only a third year, she would only be able to help Smefanye with subjects from the first two years.

While the girls were studying, some of Nadia’s classmates, including Caroline Porter, were spying on her.

“Who’s the girl with Nadia?” asked one of her classmates.

“Nadia’s so strange,” said Caroline. “She always disappears during the summer. I don’t even know where she lives!”

“Why does she always carry that clock with her?” said another classmate. “She treats it like solid gold or something.”

“I really don’t think it’s very nice to gossip about her behind her back.” said yet another classmate. “You guys know how shy she is,  just don’t bother her about it.”

“Sorry,”

“But what if she’s a Blue Sage in disguise? She could be one of them!”

“Don’t even suggest that! You know they’re not that smart. Do you even remember their ‘disguises’ from last year? Pathetic, they were.”

As the girls continued to study, they bought some candy from a witch who worked on the train.

“Are witches this common nowadays?” whispered Smefanye.

“Kind of,” said Nadia. “It’s less obvious than during this time period, though.”

Suddenly, the train began to shake. The sky grew dark and stormy, and dark spirits began to fly around the train.

"What's going on?" asked Smef.

"Dark spirits," said Nadia. "They only come when someone dangerous is near."

Suddenly, everyone could hear the gentle clicking of heels on the roof of the train. Nadia looked particularly anxious. It was like that feeling one would get when needing to use the restroom. But Nadia did not need to use the restroom. Nadia excused herself. Several torturous minutes passed. The train rattled. Smefanye tried to not overthink about what was happening. She clenched her fists, frightened of what may be waiting to attack. Smef began to freak out when she started seeing the dark hands of the spirits claw at the windows. Her heart began pounding. Smefanye tried desperately to remain calm. As suddenly as it appeared, the darkness vanished. Nadia returned to her seat. She refused to tell Smef what happened.

When the train arrived at the school, it was already nighttime. The train ride wasn’t really long, but everyone always finished their shopping late in the day. The students entered the grand hall, welcoming the new students as they were sorted into houses. The opening ceremony was long, but there was plenty of food to eat. Students sat towards the back of the hall, where they ate at tables that sorted them by house. The staff sat towards the front of the hall, in a lowered area with round dining tables. This series of events seemed very familiar to Smefanye, but she had to focus on the investigation. Headmaster Porvurious stood up for an announcement.

“We’d like to welcome our newest transfer student, Smefanye Fawkes,” said the headmaster. “We deeply hope that she will feel safe and secure here.”

Everyone in the hall applauded for Smefanye. She was flattered, but tried not to draw too much attention to herself. When she got to her dorm room, she got to meet her roommate.

“Hi! My name is Monica Zion! Nice to meet you! I’m the person stuck rooming with you. Uh, I mean you’re the one stuck rooming with me! Heh heh.”

“Uh, nice to meet you, too,” said Smefanye.

“It’s senior year, and you must really need to catch up,” said Monica. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh, it’s alright.”

“Uh, what should I be telling you about...oh yeah! Make sure to read the student guidebook and avoid getting in trouble with Constance Calloway, the hall monitor. She is vicious.”

“Really?”

“Definitely. She is not only one of the top witches at school, but she also has strong martial arts skills, so she’s a double threat.”

Smefanye listened carefully to Monika’s words. She could provide vital information for her potential case.

“So tell me a bit about yourself,” said Smef.

“Oh! Of course!” said Monica. “I’m kind of your typical nerd. I REALLY like studying reptiles. They’re so interesting to me, so sorry in advance for having you deal with having so many reptiles in my room. I’m just really invested into my research.”

“I see.”

After talking to Monica for a while, Smefanye went to bed. However, she couldn’t sleep because of the strange cacophony of musical instruments that were playing all night. Then, she heard banging and screaming from someone.

“STOP WITH THE RACKET!!!” They screamed.

The noise didn’t stop for the entire night.

Smefanye was exhausted the next morning. She didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. Her hair was normally slightly feathered, but this morning, it had turned into a birds’ nest.

“Are you okay?” asked Monika. “Sorry about the noise. Bellamira always plays her weird instruments at night. You get used to it.”

“How the heck am I supposed to get used to it???” said Smefanye. She was flabbergasted at how Monica slept so well. Smefanye had to spend an hour combing her hair out. She hoped that it wouldn’t become her normal routine. Spoiler alert: it did.

The first thing that Smefanye did that morning was march into Bellamira’s room. She immediately saw what was causing the noise: some sort of intricate gothic music machine.

“Was that thing the noise you were making last night???” Smefanye demanded.

“Introductions first! It’s pretty rude to barge into someone’s room unannounced, you know.” said Bellamira. “My name is Bellamira Sabrina Pandora Avelina Magnificent Marcellina Ulva Souffle Ursula Briallen Ianira the Sixth. You are standing in the midst of gothic greatness. ”

“What??” said Smefanye. She was in a daze just over hearing Bellamira’s full name. “You know what? I don’t have time for this. I’ll be back for you later.”

Smefanye fled the room, running downstairs before running into someone else. Well, she didn’t really run into them as much as she crashed into them.

“Whoa!” exclaimed Smefanye.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” the student said.

“Sorry,”

“Was it Bellamira? She can be pretty scary. I’m Nova Macbeth, the student council president.”

“I’m Smefanye, the transfer student.”

Nova helped Smef up, then showed her around the school, introducing her to the classes she would have to attend that year.

“One of the best teachers in school is Trixie Brodeur,” Nova said. “From your schedule, it looks like you’ll be in her class with me and my boyfriend. It’ll definitely be a good time!”

“I’m sure it will be,” said Smefanye.

“Her nephew, Augustine, actually goes to school here, too! Can you believe that?”

"Huh, interesting."

"Oh, one last thing! Watch out for ghosts, they cause a lot of mischief."

"Ghosts? That seems a bit far-fetched."

"We're in a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Nothing is far-fetched here."

For the first couple of weeks, Smefanye had to get acquainted with her classes and school life. She occasionally talked with Nadia, but she was usually busy with her classmates. Nadia tried her best to check in with Smef once in a while, though. She sometimes poked her head into Smefanye’s room just to give her a small care package filled with candies and snacks. Smef found herself studying a lot in the library. She mainly studied with Nova and her boyfriend,  but she got to meet Augustine during study sessions sometimes. Monica tried to join Smef’s study group sometimes, but she never really fit in. Smefanye and Monica shared only one class together: herpetology. Monica’s eyes lit up with excitement during every lesson. She was at the top of her class.

After getting used to her classmates, Smefanye saw a sign posted about a job opening.

“I could get a job at the snack stand!” said Smefanye.

“Sounds awesome!” said Nova. “It’s a great way to get some extra cash.”

“Or maybe I could use that job to eavesdrop on people,” Smefanye thought to herself.

And so, Smefanye got a job at the snack stand, eavesdropping on the other students for and possible leads. This left her with almost no time to spend with Monica, but she didn’t mind. She insisted that socializing too much would get in the way of her research anyway. As she watched the students, she realized that Nova was right about ghosts. For example, a certain ghost of an elf played pranks on the kids sometimes, including pouring water on their heads or throwing books at them. He even stole ingredients from the snack stand in multiple occasions. Then, a ghost girl would come in and cry her eyes out, creating puddles on the floor. She was very cranky at times, and even threw potions at some of the students. Smefanye tried to talk to the staff about it, but there was nothing they could do. The ghosts we're already dead, after all. After working at the snack stand and fending off ghosts for a while, she got a lead.

“Have you seen that janitor?” said one of the students.

“Yeah, he’s super creepy,” said another student.

“I heard that he murdered someone who was blackmailing him because he was buying illegal research or something.”

“Really? What would a janitor need super secret research for anyway?”

Smefanye knew that she had to investigate this lead immediately, or at least after her shift was over. As she followed him around, he kept glaring around with a crazed look in his eye.

“Yup. Definitely suspicious,” Smefanye thought to herself.

When Smefanye returned to her room that night, she had a strange note waiting for her.

“‘Please meet me in my room down the hall. I need some help with a project. Can’t wait <3. -Virginia Sherwood’ Who is Virginia Sherwood?” asked Smefanye.

“She’s the class flirt,” Monica said. “She’s tried to date everyone. Bellamira and Augustine actually dated her for a while. She’s never asked me out though. I’d say lucky you, but I’m not too sure if it’s a good thing that she has her eye on you.”

“I guess I’ll go anyway,” said Smefanye.

“Good luck,” said Monica. “You’ll need it.”

Smefanye headed up to Virginia’s room, where she greeted Smef with a hypnotic glare. Smefanye tried to keep her eyes from locking with Virginia’s.

“It’s nice to meet you and all,” said Smefanye. “But if you want to flirt with me, it won’t work. You’re not my type.”

“Sigh, rejected immediately,” said Virginia. “I could make you like me, but that wouldn’t be very fun. Anyways, that’s not really why I asked you to come here.”

“Then why did you ask me over?” asked Smef.

“I was going to persuade you to help me with my project, but I might as well just ask you to help me upfront. Will you take some photos of some of the students around the school? I need photos of landmarks around school, too. I’d ask my roommate Faye, but she’s always busy with something.”

“I’m afraid of what you’ll do if I refuse,” replied Smefanye. “So okay.”

Secretly, Smef wondered to herself why everyone makes her to their chores. At least it was a good way of investigating things without being noticed. As time passed, Smefanye could find nothing to use against the janitor as evidence, because he wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was getting frustrated. Smefanye decided to go to the Divination teacher, Madame Sinfi Mango, and ask her. After a few minutes, Madame Sinfi asked Smefanye to open her eyes and gaze into the crystal ball. Smefanye saw a howling wolf, followed by a horde of butterflies.

“The answer you seek lies in the mysterious event that nearly closed the school just last year,” said Madame Sinfi. “I highly suggest using jack-o-lanterns to protect yourself. Burning a charcoal disc with protective herbs like rosemary would be a good idea as well. If you seriously want to investigate this impending danger, you need to protect yourself lest you risk your life.”

And so, Smefanye did all that. Monica was weirded out by all the jack-o-lanterns in her room, but this was a school of witchcraft and wizardry, so she had no choice but to not question it.

“Hey Monica,” said Smefanye. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Ask away,” said Monica.

“What was the strange event that happened last year?”

“You want to know about that?” Monica leaned in closer, as if she were trying to keep anyone else from hearing, even though the girls were in their dorm room. “The teachers kept it a secret, but they say that the current third years got themselves into trouble as they always do. But this time, there were these threatening notes being spread around school, and students were injured or went missing. They almost closed the school! Sorry that I can’t tell you more, but the school really tried to keep it under wraps.”

“No, that was plenty,” said Smefanye. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure!” Monica said.

As Smefanye took photos around the school, she looked for anything involving wolves or butterflies. One of the teachers happened to be a wolf. One of the students seemed to have a strange obsession with butterflies. Other than her during her photo taking run, both of these people were too out of Smefanye’s way for her to investigate. So she asked Nadia to investigate for her.

Before long, the first disaster occured. A student from Smefanye’s class blew up like a balloon and flew away. The teachers had to go out searching for him. Students were frightened. When a note threatening the students and calling the victim out for plagiarizing appeared on the walls, a panic spread throughout the school.

“Who do you think did it?” asked one of the students.

“It must have been someone who knows intermediate magic. A third year, at least.” said another student.

“Was he being blackmailed?”

“Who knows? He was probably being too nosy.”

“Or maybe someone wanted to shut him up.”

“It’s just like what happened last year.”

The school was forced on lockdown, and no one was allowed outside the school. They couldn’t have another student fly away again. The holiday trip was cancelled. Everyone was devastated. Smefanye questioned her classmates about the victim.

“He was really studious. Austere even. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone just didn’t like him,” said Bellamira.

“He was kind of cute. To cold and distant for my tastes, though,” said Virginia.

“The stress was really getting to him,” said Nova. “He was so focused on his research, I don’t know why anyone would have had anything against him. He barely spoke to anyone.”

“Him? He was like me,” said Monica. “A social outcast who was really into his research. We got along pretty well. But now I’m scared.  Could I be the next target?”

Testimony wasn’t enough to find any leads. Especially since there weren’t any witnesses the moment of the incident. In fact, no one noticed until it was too late. The note and his disappearance were the only reasons that they knew that it was him who flew away. There were no leads. But it wouldn’t be long before the next incident occurred.

Smefanye tried to sneak around the school at night, but she needed to avoid Constance and the teachers so that she wouldn’t get in trouble, or worse, suspected of being the culprit. As she was wandering around, she bumped into the wall, knocking down an art display with many pieces. Smefanye began panicking, hearing Constance’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Just WHAT was that??!!” exclaimed Constance.

Smefanye realized that she had to hide. She went under the stairwell where Constance couldn’t see her. That was when she found it. It was a strange looking map of the school. She was careful not to make too much noise with it, because it was enormous. When Smefanye returned to her dorm room, she made sure not to make too much noise so as to not wake her roommate. It looked like there was a secret basement in the school she didn’t know about. Just then, she realized that it was quiet. Too quiet. Why wasn’t Bellamira playing her music? It was so quiet, that she could hear it. The sound of people chanting coming from outside. She looked out the window, seeing a group of people performing some sort of ritual. Smefanye quickly took notes about what was happening so that she could search her textbooks about it later. Suddenly, there was a scream. Her heart began to pound. That anxious feeling laying in her stomach turned into fear. It was Constance who screamed.

Smefanye stayed in her room, but she heard people making noise outside. She carefully looked out through the peephole. The light had been turned on, and people were panicking. Smefanye rushed outside and down the hall, where everyone was gathering. Constance lay on the floor, a trophy laying beside her. A message was scrawled on the wall, saying: THE BEAST IS LURKING. CONSTANCE CHEATED AND SHE PAID FOR IT.

Porvurious Academy was safe no more.

There was confusion and chaos. People feared for their lives. Many people considered leaving the school. The mystery needed to be solved quickly. Meanwhile, Smefanye overheard two underclassmen boys, both anthropomorphic lizards, talking about how they lost the map. She tried to listen in more, but they lowered their voice down to a whisper so that they wouldn’t be heard.  

Smefanye decided to question Bellamira.

“What were you doing last night?” asked Smefanye.

“Nothing!” said Bellamira. “Nothing at all.”

“How about performing a strange ritual outside the school?”

“Ok, fine. You caught me. But we were just trying to perform a ritual of protection, okay? You might be new here, but stuff like this is normal. Our club is allowed to gather and perform rituals as a group once a month, beneath a full moon. But, at least you know now that I’m innocent, right? After all, I wouldn’t be leaving a very good legacy if I was the culprit, would I?”

“Right,” said Smefanye. She still suspected her somewhat.

Smefanye spend the day doing research in the library, but stumbled upon a curious passage. It described the large map she had as a sort of tracking device. If a charm was put on someone they wanted to track, the caster could track them through the map. The tracking charm was permanently bound to the map. There was a certain spell in the book that would reveal anyone who had the charm already placed on them. She tried the spell on the map when no one was watching, revealing several students and most of the teachers’ locations. Perhaps the charm was used my many different people over the years. This would be incredibly useful for Smefanye’s investigation. Unfortunately, Smefanye would need a lot of time and skill in order to make a tracking charm to put on someone.

Smefanye began preparing and practicing the charm. It took a couple of weeks to get right. She just didn’t know who to use it on. Perhaps Virginia Sherwood. But another disaster happened before she could choose. Another student was found injured. Eduardo Santiago, Faye Evangeline’s boyfriend, was put under a strong sleeping spell that kept him from waking up for a long time. His bag had been stolen, so his valuables couldn’t be searched. However, Smefanye found a bag of newt eyes in his pocket. Did he not know that eye of newt is mustard seed? The message on the wall read: HE WAS GREEDY. HE TRIED TO STEAL AND SELL TOP SECRET INFORMATION AND HE PAID FOR IT.

Smefanye couldn’t figure out out who could be doing this. But if she wanted to get to the bottom of this case, she had to do it immediately, before anyone else got hurt. If she could find a way into the secret basement, maybe she could find some answers. The problem was, where was the entrance? She decided to snoop around some of the students’ rooms. First, she looked through her own room while her roommate was out. Under Monica’s bed, she found something more sinister than she could imagine. As she looked under the bed, she stumbled upon a hidden door. Inside, there were boxes of dead reptiles. Some of them were pinned inside frames, some of them chopped up and placed into bags. Then, she found a journal filled with disturbing research on cruel and disturbing experiments performed on reptiles. Before she could continue searching, she heard Monica coming upstairs. She quickly put the reptiles and research away and leaped onto her bed to read her textbooks. She decided that she would use the charm on Monica.

A month had passed since that ritual occurred, and the moon was full once again. After Monica went to sleep, Smefanye cast the charm on her. Then, Smefanye snuck out of the room and hid with the map in order track her. Sure enough, Monica left the room and began heading downstairs. Smefanye followed behind her, making sure that she wasn’t seen or heard. Monica went into the girls bathroom. Smefanye saw her going down into a sort of basement by activating a secret passage through the sink. Smefanye had to figure out how to properly work the mechanism in the sink so that she could go to the basement. Once she figured it out, she went through the secret passage.

The secret basement had a sinister feeling to it. It was dark, and smelled disgusting. There was a chamber lit up by the moon that had a peach tree growing surrounded by  butterflies. Monica was there, admiring the view.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” said Monica. “This  is apparently where last year’s incident occurred. It took a lot of research to find this place. But isn’t it fascinating, Smefanye? Just look at this place. Who knew that these butterflies could cause so much trouble?”

“Why did you go through so much trouble to find this place?” asked Smef.

“It was supposed to be kept a secret, but when that boy found out what I was doing, I had to stop him. It was the perfect way to not only silence him, but to also get the whole school riled up. With them distracted, I could find this place. But then that hall monitor saw me. I knew I had to take care of her, too. Finally, there was Eduardo. He needed to be silenced. After selling me so many reptiles and so much information, he just knew too much. But it was all worth it. ‘The effect of the Medusa Butterflies on reptiles’. It will be the perfect experiment.”

“Why are you telling me this?” asked Smefanye. “You won’t get away with this. When they find out about your schemes, you won’t be torturing those poor reptiles anymore.”

“Oh, really?” said Monica. “You’re the only one who figured it out. No one else suspects me. I’ll end you, then I’ll do what I’ve been doing to all of my classmates. They never liked me anyway.”

Suddenly, Monica began shooting spells at Smefanye. Smefanye shot some spells back and began to run. She disarmed Monica and began having a full on catfight with Monica. Suddenly, the earth began to shake. Something was happening outside. The girls looked up, seeing dark spirits in the sky. Monica ran, using spells to slow Smefanye down. She ran out the other exit,  going up into Bellamira’s room. Bellamira was about to go to her ritual, but was shocked when Monica barged into her room.

“Just what is going on?!” exclaimed Bellamira. She blocked the door to her room.

“Get out of my way,” said Monica. “I don’t have time for this right now!”

“You just came out of the FLOOR! You need to explain to me what is going on!”

“For Monica, it’s over!” yelled Smefanye.

As Monica was being escorted out of school by the staff and Smefanye, they noticed that the clock tower was smashed. They also realized that it was falling straight towards them. They ran, but just as it was about to hit them, It flew back up into the air. Nadia and some sort of witch were fighting on the clock face. This was the perfect distraction for Monica to get away. The fight was intense, and Nadia almost lost, but she was victorious. Smefanye had managed to shoot a spell at the beautiful witch and give Nadia enough time to defeat her. The beautiful witch screamed dramatically before flipping and vanishing into the night.

Months later…

Monica Zion was gone. She ran away and no one could find her. But at the very least, her victims made a full recovery in time for graduation. Smefanye never thought that she would graduate high school at Porvurious Academy. And as it turns out, Nadia had an adventure on her own. The witch was out to steal her clock, and she attacked the school in hopes of confronting Nadia. The witch stole part of the clock, the two of them battled on the clock tower, and then the rest is history. Smefanye and Nadia returned to Sunset Grove after school had ended, and things returned to normal. But Smefanye would never forget that mystery she solved at Porvurious Academy, probably because she would have to solve another mystery, this time in her own time, but with some familiar characters….

#chronicles of sturgia #smefanye #my art #Nadia Tokemi

[blightarts]

POKÉMON SUMMER VERSION

CHAPTER 1: THE TIME HAS COME

Author’s Note: Pokémon is a property of Game Freak and Nintendo, while Endless Summer is a property of Pixelberry. I do not claim any rights here.

Previous Chapter: Prologue

Next Chapter: Let the Battle begin!

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Darkness. Darkness is the only thing the boy can see at the moment. The boy looks around for any source of light yet he is unsuccessful.

Taari: Hello? Is anyone here? HELLO?!

No response. Just silence and darkness. Seconds later, a blinding light flashes in front of Taari. He covers his eyes until the light fades away, revealing Vaanu.

Taari: Vaanu! What are you doing here? What’s going on?

Vaanu: Taari, the time has come. He has returned. It’s time for you and three others to save the world.

Taari: Wait! Who has returned? The Hydra? And what others are you referring to?

Vaanu: You will receive the answers to your questions soon. For now, you must train and become stronger; strong enough to defeat him.

Vaanu starts to fade away as a blinding light shines within the spirit’s chest. Taari covers his eyes again but tries to approach Vaanu.

Taari: Vaanu, wait!

Vaanu: The fate of the world, time, and space rests on the hands of you and the three others who will join you. Go forth, Taari.

Taari: Wait! I—

As Taari tries to reach for Vaanu, someone puts a hand on Taari’s shoulder. Taari turns around and sees a familiar face.

Seraxa: Taari! Wake up!

Taari: Seraxa?!

Daylight flashes through Taari’s eyes as he wakes from his dream with Seraxa standing beside his bed. He rubs his eyes and takes in the sunrise view.

Seraxa: At last, the boy who wants to be the Island’s Champion finally wakes from his eternal slumber. You’ve already claimed my permission of letting you travel around the island on your own and yet on the day you’ve been waiting for since all of this madness started, you wake from your slumber late?

Taari: I’m sorry. Excitement kept me up last night.

Seraxa: I hope that you won’t do the same mistake when you’re on your own out there.

Taari: I won’t, Seraxa. Don’t worry.

Seraxa: Make sure of it. Now, come. Breakfast is ready.

Taari jumps out of his bed and prepares for his journey. He takes a bath and puts on his clothes. Afterwards, he comes to the dining room and enjoys breakfast with his partners, T’kal, now an Incineroar, and Kirlia.

Taari: Good morning, T’kal. And you too, Kirlia. Are you guys ready for our journey?

The two Pokémon smile and nod. After eating breakfast, Taari grabs his bag and running shoes, puts his Pokémon in their pokéballs and walks out of his home.

Taari: Goodbye, Seraxa!

Seraxa: Be careful out there, Taari! And good luck! By the way, make sure to go to Metropeal City after your visit.

Taari: Thanks! I will!

And so, the Vaanti boy sets out on his journey. He leaves the outskirts of Elyys’tel and towards Mansingh Town, the hometown of Professor Grace Hall. As he walks along the path, he hears a small rustling from the bush beside him. The boy becomes curious.

Taari: Who’s there?

As he approaches the bush, he sees a dark aura circling around it. He soon becomes cautious and unleashes his Pokémon.

Taari: Go, T’kal!

Taari throws his pokéball and T’kal comes out. As the two partners prepare for what is to come, the rustling grows louder. Soon after, the suspect reveals itself. Out from the bushes, a fairly large spider-like Pokémon comes out.

Taari: What is that?! It looks like an astronaut spider! Well, whatever it is, it’s definitely corrupted.

The boy’s attacker seems to be a corrupted Araquanid. After examining his opponent, Taari regains his composure and grins.

Taari: And one thing is clear; you are a Bug-type. And if there’s one thing I learned about bugs, it’s that they’re weak to Fire-types! T’kal, use Fire Punch!

T’kal clenches his right fist and flames start to envelop around it. He rushes towards Araquanid and punches it. Taari raises his fist in victory, but he quickly becomes shocked, when he saw that T’kal’s attack did not do a lot of damage.

Taari: What’s going on? I though Bug-types are weak to Fire-types. Why wasn’t it super effective?

It was Araquanid’s turn to attack. It begins to surround itself with water. It charges forward, towards T’kal and hits him with full force. T’kal takes in a lot of damage but he was able to hold out, as he is close to fainting.

Taari: T’kal! No! Damn it. So, it’s part Water-type. This is bad. I have to run away. But I don’t think it will let us.

Taari stands there in worry and begins to lose hope.

Taari: What do I do?

As Araquanid surrounds itself with water again, a silhouette appears by the bushes behind Taari.

The silhouette then charges towards the corrupted Pokémon, using the move Brave Bird, dealing serious damage and breaking the latter’s attack. Araquanid then turn its attention to its attacker and uses Bubble Beam against it. The mysterious Pokémon avoided the attack and retaliates by charging towards Araquanid again. But this time, the mysterious Pokémon surrounds itself with flames and uses Flare Blitz against the spider-like Pokémon. Araquanid faints and the dark aura around it dissipates.

The mysterious Pokémon, having to sustain recoil damage from its attacks, retreats to the trees. Taari looks towards the top of the trees and sees his savior Pokémon with its cloaked master as they jumped off out of sight. Taari smiles.

Taari: Whoever you are… Thank you!

As Taari tends to his friend and returns him to his ball, the former is approached by a human girl. This girl has light brown hair, blue eyes, and is wearing a black vest, a yellow top and short jeans.

Girl: Are you okay? What happened to you? What happened here?

Taari explains the entire story to the girl; his journey towards Mansingh Town, the attack, the Pokémon who saved him. The girl furrows her brow and thinks.

Girl: Well, there have been reports of a mysterious Pokémon saving people and Pokémon from corrupted Pokémon. Stories about it always end in the same way; the mysterious Pokémon retreating to its cloaked master and jumping off to nowhere. People started to call the two partners, “The Flame Vigilantes”.

Taari: Woah! That’s so cool!

Girl: I know, right? By the way, I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves yet. I’m Kaitlyn.

Taari: I’m Taari. Nice to meet you, Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn: Nice to meet you too. I’m also on my way to meet Professor Hall, when I heard the Araquanid’s attack. Come on. We need to hurry and get your Incineroar healed.

Taari: Oh, right!

The two kids immediately rush towards Mansingh Town. After a few minutes, they manage to reach the town and get T’kal healed in a Pokémon Center. As Taari waits for his friend to recover, he and Kaitlyn visit Professor Hall. Kaitlyn knocks on the door. The door opens to reveal Grace, welcoming her visitors.

Grace: Ah, Kaitlyn and Taari! You’re finally here.

Kaitlyn: Good morning, Professor Hall. We’re here to start our journey as Pokémon trainers!

Grace: Yes, yes. Come in. My son is also here to begin his journey.

Taari: Son? Oh! You mean Reginald?

Taari and Kaitlyn looks behind Grace to see her son, Reginald, sitting on a couch and enjoying tea. He turns to them.

Reginald: Salutations, Kaitlyn and Taari. I’m pleased to finally meet you.

Kaitlyn: So pleasing, indeed, to finally meet the so-called Pokémon Prodigy.

Taari: Pokémon Prodigy?

Reginald: You see, Taari. I was a strong and aspiring child when I was young, thanks to my parents. And now that I’m officially becoming a trainer, I have set my goals high; defeating the two champions, Tyler and Taylor!

Grace shifts uncomfortably while Taari and Kaitlyn grins towards Reginald.

Taari: Not if I beat you to it first!

Kaitlyn: Nope! It will be me!

Grace: Okay, children. That’s enough. We’re not here to settle who is the best trainer among you.

Reginald: Right. Sorry, mother.

Grace: Now, come with me, children. It is time for you to choose your Starter Pokémon. Now, I’m well aware that all of you have your own Pokémon at the moment, but it doesn’t hurt to have more.

Taari: At least, I get a new friend for Kirlia and T’kal!

Kaitlyn: I want the cute one, like my Riolu and Braixen!

Reginald: I need a partner that is just as strong as my Metagross.

Grace activates a machine, which displays three pokéballs, each containing a Starter Pokémon. The three trainers approach the machine.

Grace: Each of these pokéballs contains a Starter Pokémon from the Sinnoh Region; Turtwig, the Grass-type Pokémon, Piplup, the Water-type Pokémon, and Chimchar, the Fire-type Pokémon.

Kaitlyn is stunned and squeals in delight at the second she hears the name of the Penguin Pokémon. She takes its pokéball.

Kaitlyn: Piplup?! Aah!! I love Piplup so much! I’ll take it!

Reginald stands there, his arms crossed, while looking at the two remaining pokéballs.

Reginald: Hmm. With Piplup out, that leaves Chimchar and Turtwig. When taking this stat-wise, Infernape has the highest total stats. It’s settled then. Mother, I will be taking Chimchar.

Reginald then takes the Chimp Pokémon’s pokéball. This leaves with Taari taking Turtwig’s pokéball. As Taari, takes its pokéball, he smiles.

Taari: Well, I guess that leaves you with me, Turtwig. Welcome to the family!

The three children call out their respective Pokémon out from their pokéballs and greet them. The three Starter Pokémon cheer as they meet their new masters. Grace approaches the three children and gives them each a device and five empty pokéballs.

Grace: Here you go, children, your very own Blightdex.

Taari: Blightdex? I thought they were called Pokédex.

Reginald: They were originally called that. However, during the arrival of Pokémon five years ago, in the region of Aryndelle, a man, named Blight, managed to name all of the Pokémon for those who have zero to little knowledge about Pokémon.

Taari: I see. Thanks, Professor Hall!

Author’s Note: The Blightdex reference was taken from @queenaryn’s Discord server. There’s a Pokémon bot there and every time a Pokémon spawns, I share the name of the spawn for those who want to capture it. People started calling me, “Blightdex” because of it. Anyway, back to the story!

Grace: Now that you have everything you need, it is time for you to begin your journeys. Since you’re all taking on the Pokémon League, I’d like to recommend going to Metropeal City.

Kaitlyn: Metropeal City? Isn’t that where Pokémon Battle Teacher, Diego Soto lives?

Taari: Oh yeah! No wonder Seraxa wanted me to go there after my visit here.

Reginald: Thanks a lot, mother. We’ll be going now.

Grace: Be careful out there, children. The Corrupted Pokémon issue still hasn’t stopped.

Reginald: We will. Goodbye, mother. I love you.

Reginald embraces his mother and Grace returns the embrace. As they pull away, Reginald nods and goes for the door while waving at his mother. The other two children go for the door and waves at the professor, as well. After his visit to Professor Hall’s house, Taari returns to the Pokémon center and retrieves T’kal. He rejoins Kaitlyn and Reginald and the three trainers make their way to Metropeal City. On their way towards the city, Reginald stops in his tracks. Kaitlyn and Taari turns to him in curiosity.

Kaitlyn: Is something wrong, Reginald?

Taari: Is a corrupted Pokémon nearby?

Reginald: No, it’s not that.

Reginald sighs and stares at the two.

Reginald: Kaitlyn, Taari… I WANT TO CHALLENGE YOU TWO TO A POKÉMON BATTLE!

Taari: What?!

Kaitlyn: What?!

What’s this? Reginald suddenly challenges Taari and Kaitlyn into a Pokémon battle! What will the outcome of these battles? Tune in for the next chapter of Pokémon Summer Version!

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Ever Since Shanghai (Pt. 6)

*that dimple right over there is my home*

A/N’s: Here’s the final part of this mini-series, I didn’t want to drag it more so I rushed into few things, hope you like this. Also requests are open, have a nice day! xx

Word Count: 2.28k words

Pairing : Harry Styles X Reader

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4   Part 5

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“This is my first time so I might fall Harry,” you chuckled.

“I got ya!” Harry said smiling.

Horseback riding sounded fun when he said, but as soon as you guys came here you became nervous, it looked scary.

“Sam, we will both go on one horse first then,” Harry said to the instructor.

Y/N climbed first and Harry climbed after.

“Okay Harry and Y/N,” he said before instructing, “balance is more important than grip so focus on that.” 

The instructor continued to teach us and then after several attempts he let us ride the horse on our own. 

“You trust me right?” Harry whispered.

“Ye-yeah,” you said nervously, not nervous about the fact you were riding the horse but nervous about the fact that Harry was so close to you, you can feel his breath when he spoke.

It was fun nonetheless and you got to experience this for the first time so that was exciting.

.

You guys decided to visit this small restaurant for lunch and the food was great, you were just eating dessert and joking around now.

“No way!” Harry laughed loudly slapping his knees.

“No, I’m serious,” you chuckled.

“You really thought she was pregnant when she wasn’t,” Harry shook his head in disbelieve.

“Harry, I was nine! I didn’t even realize what I said wrong, but now in every family dinner my cousin reminds me that,” you said shaking your head.

“Oh Y/N, you’re something,” Harry said suddenly looking at me fondly, then he quickly cleared his throat, “uh we shall head back to the hotel now yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Harry held the car’s door open for you in the backseat before climbing to sit next to you.

“Take us to the hotel please,” Harry requested the chauffeur.

...

The rest of days of your stay in New Zealand was amazing, the crew were now in Japan. It was already your second day here. Max came here too to visit Cindy, as he was missing her so much.

“The sushi’s are so great here,” Harry said smiling widely.

“Yeah they are!” You smiled happily.

Harry intertwined your hands and began moving them back and froth in a playful manner, it was a friendly gesture and he began doing that a lot these past two days.

You decided to hangout at your and Cindy’s room today so you were on your way there after you two had a trip to eat sushi just down the road. 

As you reached the room, you entered to see Cindy and Max there cuddling.

“Max, hey! Cindy!!” You asked smiling.

“Hey guys!” they replied waving at us.

“Guys, Max mentioned there’s a cool club just round a five minute drive from here, fancy going there?” 

“Um, what kinda club?” Harry asked, no matter how much he wanted to go everywhere, he had some restrictions and he hated it.

“It’s a VIP one, I spoke to Jeff and he said it’s good for you to go,” Max assured him.

“That’s great, man!” Harry cheered.

“So tonight then,” Cindy said excitedly.

........

After you and Cindy got ready you guys went to the lobby where the boys were waiting for you two.

“You look gorgeous babe,” Max said to Cindy before kissing her.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she winked.

“Oh Harry, looks like me and you are the third and fourth-wheels tonight,” you chuckled.

“I mean you guys can pretend to be each other’s date,” Cindy said and you wanted to punch her, she knew you still had feelings for him, she was teasing you.

“Now don’t make things awkward for them,”  Max laughed.

...

The club was really cool, you guys were quickly ushered into VIP section without any problem.

“You guys are allowed to drink?” Harry asked us three.

“Yeah man, thankfully this club allows people above eighteen years,” Max said confidently.

“I feel like a baby-sitter,” Harry shook his head.

“We only have few years age gap, doesn’t even matter!” Cindy said.

“Yeah, age is just a number, maturity is the real choice,” you said chuckling.

“Hey, I believe that too,” Harry chuckled.

“You guys are made for each other,” Cindy said jokingly winking, but you knew she wasn’t joking, you wanted kill her.

“Who knows,” Harry smirked.

“Okay here are your drinks, let’s have some fun tonight!” Max cheered.

“Y/N! Let’s dance,” Cindy said dragging you on the floor.

Harry and Max stood in the bar and saw the two girls dancing.

“You like her,” Max spoke knowingly.

Harry felt his palm get sweaty, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about mate.”

“You know what I’m talking about Harry,” Max rolled his eyes, “I’ve noticed the two of you interact since the two days I got here.

“Well, we are best friends so we’re bound to get along,” Harry said hoping Max would just drop the topic.

“Whatever you say rockstar,” Max said patting Harry’s shoulder.

Harry saw you dancing and despite the dim light he couldn’t help but admire you. The way your hair was flowing, the way you were smiling widely. Everything about you was so endearing in his eyes.

Harry shook his head, he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that, he already got Camille, who he likes. 

But does he? 

He can’t help but compare his times with Camille with his times with Y/N, with Y/N he feels more like himself, he feels they share a bond, their sense of humor gets along so much. 

Camille and he hardly knows anything about each other. Their relationship is just sleeping together, making out and lots of cuddles. He took her on a date just a handful times and she was always on her phone when Harry wanted a conversation. With Y/N, Harry can talk about anything and everything. 

He spent many sleepless nights thinking about this since he felt more attached to Y/N. But right now, he just continued drinking.

“Woah mate slow down,” Max said, he too sounded half-drunk, Harry didn’t care all this thinking and comparing is hurting his head so he kept drinking.

He looked at the dancing floor and saw a guy getting too close to Y/N, by the looks of it, he was sure Y/N wasn’t paying attention she was just dancing with Cindy. 

He felt rage run through his veins when he watched the guy putting his hands on her waist. He quickly went to the dance floor stumbling a bit on his way.

“Leave. Her. Alone.” Harry spat each words and the guy scoffed.

“Who even are you? Don’t bother us,” 

You turned around and saw Harry’s angry demeanor, you felt shivers, he looked so angry, “Harry, it’s okay, let’s leave,” you said gently before getting out of the dance floor.

“I-I just want to get home,” Harry said shaking his head.

“Alright,” Y/N said not even forcing him to stay, another thing he loved about her. Not forcing him into something he was uncomfortable with.

“Cindy, Max, you guys can stay, me and Harry are going back, we’ll take a taxi, y’all will get wasted so I’m leaving the car with you,” Y/N chuckled, Cindy nodded, still holding Harry’s hand Y/N exited the club.

“I’m sorry for ruining your night, I was just looking out for you,” Harry said as he drunkenly stood, you both were waiting for a taxi.

“Hey, I understand, you didn’t ruin it, thank you for looking out for me,” you said smiling and just then your phone dinged indicating a new text.

You opened the phone to see Jason texted, you smiled at the phone before sending him a quick text back.

“Who is it?” Harry asked.

“Jason,” you replied, your full attention on your phone.

“Why do you like him anyway? You guys just text, you didn’t even go on a date,” Harry scoffed.

“Excuse me?” You asked offended.

“Yeah I just said the truth,” Harry said holding annoyed expression

“Well, he will take me on date after I go back home, for your information,” you said annoyed.

“You’re too gullible to think that, what if he’s just passing time huh?” Harry questioned.

“No, no he wouldn’t do that,” you said hesitantly.

“Oh but he would,” Harry said, yup he was clearly drunk.

“Harry, stop it-,” you began.

The next thing you know, his lips are on yours. His lips felt so soft that for a moment you forgot everything and kissed him back. The kiss was so intense you forgot about the reality, it just felt you and Harry were the only thing that mattered.

He broke the kiss and smiled tiredly, “I thought about kissing you so much, even with Camille I thought about you.”

That’s when you realized how wrong it was.

“No, no no no! Harry, you can’t just kiss me!” you yelled.

“You kissed me back too!” Harry slurred.

It’s no use talking to him right now, you hoped he will forget about it the next morning.

You finally got a taxi and when you reached at the hotel, you made sure he got into his bed, you also placed some advils and some water on his nightstand, knowing he will have one hell of a headache in the morning. You then made your way towards your room.

That night you couldn’t sleep, you felt so sick. How can you kiss him back?

Cindy didn’t come to the hotel room, so you figured she was staying at Max’s room.

You got up early and ordered a coffee, you drank it and still couldn’t shake of the feeling of Harry’s lips on you.

Oh god, why did it become so complicated?

You debated to skip breakfast, you didn’t want to face him so you stayed inside.

...........

Harry on the other hand, woke up with a bad hungover. But, he remembered yesterday’s incident clearly. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” he thought to himself, but the worst thing was he wasn’t concerned about his relationship with Camille possibly ending, he was more concerned about his friendship with Y/N.

He quickly took advil and water from his nightstand table, he knew Y/N placed them there last night. Bloody hell, she was too good for him, he just hopes she doesn’t push him away.

Despite the headache he went towards your room, he knew you too well to know you won’t got to the dining hall for breakfast, you wanted to avoid him.

........

You heard knocking at your door, you thought it was Cindy but when you opened it you were greeted by those stunning pair of green eyes.

You let him inside and turned around, “do you remember anything from last night?”

He nodded.

“That kiss didn’t mean anything alright? Let’s-let’s just pretend it never happened,” you said messaging your forehead.

Little did you know those words was like a knife in his heart.

“A kiss always means something.” Harry said gently, sounding hurt, “even if it is fueled by the influence of alcohol.”

‘Harry, you’re dating someone, you can’t just kiss me,” you argued.

“But, tell me, did you feel something too?” Harry asked completely avoiding your statetment.

“It doesn’t matter-”

“Tell me!” 

“Harry..”

“Do you have feelings for me too? More than as a friend?” He asked.

“Please, just drop the topic-”

“BLOODY ANSWER ME!” Harry yelled.

That caught you off guard, he never yelled.

“YES! I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU OKAY?” I yelled back, tears streaming down my face.

He quickly closed the gap between us and kissed me.

“Harry, stop, please,” I begged him weakly.

“I will break up with her,” he sniffled, “I only have feelings for you.”

“No Harry, what if you aren’t sure? You love her don’t you?” You said placing your hand under his face.

“No, I thought I liked her but now I realize how wrong I thought, she never gave me butterflies like you give me, you know” He said kissing my nose.

You smiled sadly.

“She-she never made me feel the electricity I felt when I kissed you, I felt so sober when I was drunk, my love,” he said closing his eyes.

“I think I was with her because I didn’t want to feel alone you know? This tour already felt empty without all my four best mates so I didn’t want to feel more alone,” he admitted.

“Hey, she was with you though,” you mumbled sadly.

“That’s the thing, she wasn’t, I just felt a physical attraction with her, no feelings were truly involved, but with you I feel whole, with you I feel like everything in life makes sense,” Harry said kissing your knuckles.

You felt your stomach flutter with butterflies, the things he was saying brought tears to your eyes.

“I want to kiss you so much right now, but I can’t while you’re still with her,” you admitted.

He took your hand and went to his room, he closed the door behind and before you could ask what’s happening he called Camille.

That’s when you realized he was calling to break up with her, you felt bad for her. She didn’t deserve this.

After a good twenty minutes Harry hung up the phone smiling widely.

“Why are you smiling? You just broke her heart!” You exclaimed.

“Actually she understood and said she also felt the spark between us fade away,” he shrugged.

“She didn’t cry?” You asked confused.

“No, told ya there were no feelings involved,” he said before sitting next to me on couch.

“Weird, Hollywood relationships blows my mind,” you said still shook about what just happened.

“Now, when will you talk about us?” Harry said tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I love you,”  you whispered.

He smiled widely before pressing his lips on you, “I love you too, so much.” 

“Show me then.”

And boy did he show you how much you meant to him 

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[starwrite-er]

Poster Boy [Chapter 17] - Poe Dameron x Reader

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 Numb. I felt numb. Impervious to all as the scene played over and over and over in my mind. The ceaseless sounds of Coruscant become nothing but white noise. Somewhere along the line, I switched off the camera and audio transmitter. My mind blank, I only vaguely know where my feet were taking me.

 Her betrayal is eating me from the inside out.

 The accommodation is in sight when someone grabs my arm. Acting out of instinct, I turn, breaking out of their hold, blaster in hand, but it’s not an enemy that I come face to face with.

 “Woah, hey, it’s just me,” Poe says, cautious of my unexpected reaction. His voice is soft. “It’s just me.”

 I immediately bring myself towards him, letting out the tears that I’d pushed back the entirety of the journey. I’m held close to him, his arms wrapped securely around me. His presence is like a safety blanket as he murmurs reassurances.

 “C’mon, we’ve already got all your stuff on the ship.” He tells me, guiding me away. The carrier ship isn’t necessarily the most inconspicuous choice, but it isn’t overtly obvious either, so it’s good enough for now.

 Once inside, Poe calls out to the pilot to go, never once breaking contact with me. We take a seat as the spacecraft takes to the air, leaving Coruscant behind. I lean into Poe, his arm wrapped around me, rubbing my arm soothingly as we sit in silence.

 It’ll take a lot to convince me to return there.

 My gaze falls on the bag I brought with me to the industrial planet, and I part from Poe for just a minute, moving into a more private area of the ship to change into something more comfortable.

 When I return, I’m wearing clothes that are void of Coruscant’s culture, and I’m quick to return to my place by Poe’s side.

 “Nobody holds what happened against you.” Poe speaks up eventually.

 “Someone will.” I reply, my voice quiet, helpless. Everyone in the Command Centre would be aware of what had happened, having seen the footage and heard the audio.

 “You made a tough decision, one that kept everyone at home safe.” Poe says, his tone firm but soft, squeezing my arm reassuringly.

 Up front, communication between the pilot and base alert me to our arrival on D’Qar. We’re cleared for landing, and a minute later we’ve touched down on the familiar duracrete.

 I peer out of the ship, finding a few familiar faces waiting for us. Upon seeing a particular friend of mine, one that was close with Niyele, I clench my jaw and hang my head, addressing Poe. “I can’t face them right now; I can’t face Chertan right now.”

 Poe drapes something - his jacket - over me and places a hand on my shoulder, using his other hand to gently move me so to look at him. “I’ve got this, okay?” He presses a kiss to the top of my head and disappears out of the ship.

 I pull the jacket closer around me, waiting for him to return as I’m left alone with the crushing feeling of hopelessness. Night has fallen across D’Qar, and the low chatter from just outside the ship is all that disturbs the silence of the hanger.

 The light footsteps of the ship’s pilot approach from behind me. “How you holding up?” The familiar voice of Jessika Pava asks. I shrug, wordless. She gives me a pat on the back, not saying anything that could be stepping over the line.

 “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.” I say, giving a dry laugh.

 “You’ve got nothing to apologise for.” She replies, cracking a smile.

 “Thanks for flying out there for me,” I tell her, genuine in my words. “I know it’s not the most desirable thing to do at this time of night.”

 “I don’t know what happened to you or Niyele on Coruscant,” She responds, pausing momentarily as I frown at the mention of my old friend. “But Poe was frantic and looking for someone to help collect you. You’re a good friend and pilot, it’s the least I could do.”

 “Thanks, really.” I offer a weak smile, pulling the jacket closer to me. A knock on the metal of the ship alerts us to Poe’s presence.

 “I got everyone to leave,” Poe tells me, and I’m grateful. “Well, almost everyone-“

 “Ma!” Keipii bursts into the ship, arms open as she hurtles towards me. I drop to my knees, welcoming her embrace.

 “She was adamant on seeing you.” Poe explains as the little girl clings to me. Jessika smiles at us, taking her leave.

 “Pa left really suddenly to get you and I was scared,” Keipii looks me in the eye with a deep intensity, and I watch as something clicks in her mind. “Where’s Niyele?”

 I exchange a look with Poe, my mouth dry. I fumble over my words as I try to answer the girl. “I’ll explain in the morning, okay?”

 It’s an answer she’s unsatisfied with, but she picks up on my unwillingness to talk about it and let’s it go.

 The rest of the night is restless for me. Poe is reluctant to leave me after such a traumatic experience, but I find myself insisting. Keipii falls asleep fast enough, curled into my side. On the other hand, I lay awake as my thoughts continuously come back to Coruscant.

 A knock on the door breaks the silence. Between the weary feeling of my eyes and the headache, I know that sleep didn’t find me. With a sigh, I pad over to the door.

 “Morning. Can I come in?” Poe asks, a tray of food in hand. I give him a look, but step aside so he can enter. He places the tray on a low table and explains. “I didn’t think you’d want to deal with everyone, so I brought breakfast.” 

 “Oh, thank you.” I smile. A groan from the bed signals Keipii’s waking up. She blinks slowly, still laden with sleep, until she recognises Poe’s presence, a grin breaking out across her face.

 “Mornin’, Pa.” She greets cheerfully.

 “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Poe replies. I watch the interaction fondly, my mind drifting.

 “Hey, if you see the General, tell her I’ll be by later today about the mission.” I ask Poe as he and Keipii make a move to leave for the dining hall.

 “You don’t need to rush into anything you don’t feel up to, y’know?” Poe responds.

 “That’s not how a war works.” I retort, but my smile lets him know I’m grateful for his concern.

 “Alright, whatever you say,” He plants a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

 With that, he’s racing down the corridor, Keipii hot on his heels, both laughing gleefully.

 The rest of the day, the feeling of numbness returns. I barely taste the breakfast I was brought, but make an effort to eat it, for Poe and Keipii’s sake. I lose track of time and thoughts as I stand in the ‘fresher, the warm water welcome. Around midday, I seek out General Organa to be debriefed on the mission the way I should have hours ago. Poe’s jacket is like a safety blanket as I dodge familiar faces on the way, only to be confronted with the General’s softer-than-usual questioning.

 I do nothing for the rest of the day, spending in mourning to myself in my room.

 The following day starts out the same way. Poe stops by with breakfast and take Keipii off my hands, and I force myself to eat and wash, if only not to worry Poe and Keipii unnecessarily. I find myself bundled up in bed, thinking back to my experience on Pamarthe, the memories now oh so bittersweet.

 Between the death of Niyele and the subsequent reminiscing, I realise that I haven’t made an effort to go visit my parents since they came to D’Qar. It’s been nearly two months since the Pamarthen incident, and guilt was suddenly engulfing me.

 It needed to be located a safe distance from the base, so the new village takes a trek to walk to. Oh well - I feel like walking.

 And so I do. It’s a bit tedious, but D’Qar is, overall, a pleasant planet. There are worse places to get lost in thought. I find myself thinking back over the past couple months. A few days ago, I lost one of my dearest friends. About a month and a half ago, I visited Yavin 4 for the first time. Nearly two months ago, the village I spent so much of my life in was nearly destroyed, and Keipii became part of my life. Almost four months ago, I completed Poe’s mission and brought him back to D’Qar. Half a year ago, the Hoth incident occurred, and, despite having been a part of the Resistance for years, I only then began to build my relationship with Poe.

 The time has flown by. So much has happened in such a short time, I can only wonder what the future holds.

 Construction on the village has progressed faster than anyone could have hoped. There’s a high chance that, if we win this war, the village will continue to be occupied, potentially even expanding, similar to what happened on Yavin 4 after the last war. No name has yet been officially decided for the settlement, but people have begun to refer to it as New Pamarthe. I like it.

 Eventually, I find myself standing in front of my family’s new home. I take a deep breath and knock, the door swinging open barely seconds later. My mother blinks at me, taking in my appearance for a moment before welcoming me inside.

 Voices come from the room my mother ushers me in the direction of. Inside I find the unexpected sight of Poe conversing with my father.

 “What are you doing here?” I ask him, interrupting the conversation. I give him a look of mock suspicion, though a small smile forms on my lips. Poe turns at the sound of my voice, surprised by my sudden appearance.

 “Um, talking?” Poe tries, looking almost sheepish.

 “He’s been checking in with all of us recently.” My mother tells me. I nod.

 “Oh. Well, thanks. It’s appreciated.” I address Poe, my actions feeling almost restricted by the watchful eyes of my parents. He seems to notice it too, raising a brow at me.

 “It was good talking to you, Mr and Mrs Y/L/N, but I should go,” Poe says to my parents before turning to me. “I’ll see you back at base, right?”

 I nod, affirmative. “Yeah. Meet you in the dining hall?”

 “Sounds like a plan.” Poe grins at me and takes his leave.

 For a moment, I watch him go.

 “He’s a nice boy.” My mother says offhandedly. I hum in vague agreement, ignoring the implications her words held.

 I take a deep breath and steel myself. I just need to suck it up and face them - I owe them that much.

 I turn to my parents and speak up. “So, I guess we have a lot to catch up on, don’t we?”

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Touch Starved

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Once they became litches, Barry and Lup were used to short lived times of being touch starved. But usually, at least, the surviving one, could still interact with the other members of the crew. And when they were both dead, they could interact with each other.

But when you are trapped in an umbrella for ten years, and your boyfriend keeps dying to try and find you, well, you get hungry real fast, with no one to ever satisfy that hunger.

So when Lup gets her body back, she forgets about personal space. She has to always be touching someone. Barry, Taako, Lucertia; honestly just anyone who is around her.

Because it’s those moments when she isn’t touching them that she feels it start to happen. She starts to feel trapped, stuck back in the black velvet walls of the umbra staff. She doesn’t realize what she is doing, or even why, but the others start to notice.

XxXxXxX

“Oh my GAWD, Lulu!” Taako finally breaks one day, “Seriously, give cha’boy some room!”

Lup blinks at her brother, a frown tugging on her lips. “Huh?”

“You have been draped over me for like six hours and I just want to spend some alone time with my man.” He gave a pointed look over to Kravitz, stuck sitting alone in a chair while Lup and Taako took over the couch.

She takes a moment to look at her legs, draped over his lap, one hand holding onto his. Had it really been that long since they had settled onto the couch? She shook her head and let Taako go, sitting up. “Sorry. I’ll leave you two alone now.” She sent Kravitz a wink as she stood, cracking her back as she stretched. She gave Taako a quick squeeze on his shoulder before she left the room to go and wander the moonbase they were visiting for the week.

She finds Barry with Lucertia and Davenport, talking about the last few towns and villages that could use their help recovering from the Hunger, or the Relics. Davenport had found a few small islands that had been hit, and because they weren’t on maps, been ignored, while Barry had found an entire town wrecked by the Animus Bell and the Wonderland liches before the hunger had even struck.

As soon as she is close enough she leans against Barry, arms going around his neck as she presses against his back. His gaze flickers up for a moment, a hand going to her arms to touch her and hold onto her. She closes her eyes, feeling his thumb rub against her skin and just listening to him talk. She smiles softly and settles happily against him. He and Kravitz had been gone last night, leaving her alone up here. (Taako had only arrived that morning, towing along his little magic boy.)

She didn’t even realize she was falling asleep until Barry gave her a gentle shake. “Babe, why don’t you go lay down?” he offered with a small smile. She wrinkles her nose. “We’re just talking right now, so you don’t have to hang around if you’re tired.”

“Whoops. Didn’t even realize I was falling asleep.” She wipes at a small patch of drool on his back and gives him a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Babe.” She gives him a quick kiss and nods to Davenport and Lucretia before heading off to their room here on the base.

Lup lays on the large bed, feeling the weight of the comforter surround her. Normally that weight and the darkness of this room, helps her falls asleep. But for some reason, whenever Barry or Taako weren’t there, it didn’t matter. She tossed and turned, feeling restless now that she was laying down. With a sigh she opened her eyes and saw only black. She shot up, breath coming quickly as her hands tore the blanket off her.

No.

Not again.

Please no.

She could only hear her own panicked breathing and the rustling of fabric as she tore at the blankets,the curtains, the rug. No no no no.

Her hand hit something cold and metal. Round. She wrapped her fingers around it, turned it and pushed, tumbling out into the brightly lit hallway. She sat on the ground, panting as her sense slowly came back to her. She was on the moonbase. Everyone was fine. She wasn’t trapped any more. It was okay.

Standing on shaky legs she went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face before deciding that maybe a nap wasn’t the best idea right now.

She went back to wandering the base. She found Merle, playing with his kids and decided to keep going, not wanting to interrupt. Besides, whenever his soul wood arm touched her it still gave her the creeps. After effects of his arm being gifted from a god of life, and her being an undead being, she supposed.

“Hey Lup!”

Lup looked up and saw Magnus, grinning and carrying a bag while Angus walked along with him, stopped mid sentence as Magnus greeted his old friend. Lup grinned at the two of them. “Hey Burnsides! Glad you could finally join us.”

“Hello Miss Lup.” Angus greets her as they reach her. 

“Hey-a, kiddo.” She ruffles his hair before Magnus pulls her into one of his big bear hugs. She immediately relaxes, a small sigh of relief escaping her. This wasn’t a dream. It was real. Only real Magnus could nearly break her in half while giving her a hug.

He sets her down, and she tenses back up a little bit. And while she doesn’t realize it, Angus does.

“You’re the last one to get here. Barry and I have been here since Tuesday, Merle and Davenport got here yesterday and Taako and this little scrap,” she winked at Angus, “came in this morning. ‘Creesh will be glad to see you.” She walks with them, glad for company. “You hungry? I’ve been itching to try out the kitchens here.”

“Hell yeah, I could go for some food.” Magnus grins, turning them all towards the dining hall dome.

It isn’t until they get there that Lup notices it. And even then, it’s only when she tries to grab a pan and feels a tug on her hand, that she does.

Angus had been holding her hand the whole time they had walked there.

The boy gives her a smile. “Can I help, Miss Lup? Taako has been teaching me a little cooking too.”

She smiles back at him and nod. “Yeah. Course you can help. Wanna grab me some butter and eggs. As many eggs as you can carry.” She watches him go and shivers, rolling her shoulders to try and make them relax as she starts to cook. She walks Angus through every step, smiling. It doesn’t bother her that he seems to be glued to her hip. He knows how to stay out of the way, even as he keeps a hand on her.

It’s a lot like being home. Or well, back on the Starblaster. She and Magnus are joking and talking, there is a presence at her side as she cooks. It all feels right. She yawns as she dishes them all up a plate, leaving the cooking utensils for now.

Magnus, for all that people say and think about him, notices it as well. Now that Angus isn’t right next to her, Lup seems a little more tense. She keeps looking at them and then doing quick glances around the room. She doesn’t even seem to realize she is doing it.

He’s been there.

So when they are done eating, he helps her clean up while Angus talks about the new school he is attending. With a glance at Angus to make sure he is right (The boy gives him a nod), Magnus scoops her up and drapes her over his shoulder.

“What the hell?!” She wriggles to look at him.

“I’m exhausted. Angus could probably use a nap, being so little,” Angus makes a noise of protest, “and you seem tired too. I am reinstating the cuddle pile.” He laughs as Angus leads the way to Magnus’ room.

“I’m not tired!” Lup insists, already picturing her panic attack from earlier, only now there will be people to see her break down.

“Fine then. You don’t have to sleep. But I have gotten used to lots of body heat with my dogs. So you can sit there and read or whatever. I need a cuddle pile.” 

He carefully tosses the elf on the bed, Angus jumping up after her. Putting his stuff down and shedding his less comfortable clothing choices, he joins them.

Lup is out almost as soon as he is actually settled in around the two others. He looks at Angus who gives him a small smile. “I don’t think she knows, sir.” was his simple statement before he curled up next to her, holding onto the arm she has wrapped around him.

Yeah, that’s what Magnus had figured. What he wanted to know was, why didn’t anyone seem to be taking care of her problem? Cuddle piles were a thing started by the twins, so why was Lup not sleeping when Taako and Barry were both there.

XxXxXxX

Lup isn’t sure what time it is when she wakes, snuggled close to the little boy in her arms. She can hear voices outside the door and her ears twitch, catching her own name.

“-and Lup are in there. She seemed pretty tired when I got here.” Magnus was trying to keep his voice low. “Is everything okay?”

“She has been sleeping fine. A little lightly, but who isn’t that true for now a days?” That’s Barry, his voice is laced with concern. Why? “I guess she did start to fall asleep on me this afternoon.”

“I mean, she has been awful clingy lately. I had to kick her out of my room this afternoon when Krav came and she wouldn’t leave. But that’s nothing to do with her sleep-Woah, what’s with that look, big guy?”

“Were any of you with her last night?”

There is a small hesitation, followed by several ‘no’s, telling Lup that Taako and Barry are not the only ones out there. It’s the whole crew. 

She carefully sits up, doing her best to not disturb the boy who is still asleep. She creeps to the door and opens it just enough to peek out. Sure enough, in the common room, the whole crew is sitting there, with Kravitz standing behind Taako. For a moment she sees him start to turn his head towards her but he doesn’t look, just puts his hands on her brother’s shoulders and gives a small squeeze. She can see that Taako is tense, and Barry is starting to look...sad? Ashamed?

“What are you trying to say Magnus?” That’s Davenport. Right to the point, captain.

“Lup is touch starved.”

It’s a simple sentence. Not even an earth shattering one.

But it’s not something any of them had put together before this point.

Barry has his face in his hands and Taako is frowning. Merle is the one that speaks up. “I mean, she was trapped in a fucking umbrella for a decade, i guess that shouldn’t be that surprising.”

“Okay, yeah, so that explains her having no concept of personal space but, what does that have to do with her not sleeping?”

“When I’m alone...I feel like I’m back there.” Her voice is soft, not ashamed or scared, but almost broken. “I...I can’t sleep alone...because I wake up back in that damn staff.” She is standing in the doorway, door fully open now. “This all feels like a dream if no one else is...if I can’t feel someone else, it isn’t real.”

Barry is there in a heartbeat, taking her hand and pulling her as close as he can. “Why didn’t you say anything, Lup?”

“I...didn’t realize?” It was more a question then anything else. “I hadn’t thought about it. I just thought it was random. I hadn’t realized it happened when I wasn’t around anyone.” She can hear his heartbeat in his chest, feel it in her bones. The second he had pulled her close she had relaxed into him.

“It took me three years to realize.” Magnus said with a shrug. “I had gotten so used to having you guys around, and then Julia...When I didn’t have anyone else around anymore, it took three years, and being around people again, to figure out why I couldn’t sleep great in the woods on my own.”

“How do I make it stop happening?” Lup is looking at him.

“Time. And now that we all know, we can help. We have ten years of hugs to make up for.” He says and moves to pick both her and Barry up in a hug, laughing as he does.

There is the rough scrape of wood against skin as Merle hugs her too, followed by everyone else, including the cold touch from Kravitz. She is laughing, and maybe crying a little, as she is enveloped by them all.

She has never been more sure this is real then now, as she feels every single member of her family holding her close.

#The Adventure Zone #Lup #Barry Bluejeans #IPRE #Taako Taaco #my writing

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[7] UNINVITED GUEST

October 19th, XX19

6:00 PM

As the pink sunset shines into the loungeroom, Orie sits at the loungeroom dining table behind the sofa, right next to the front window.

Her left arm is still broken, but that's not stopping her from sloppily attempting to eat cheesecake with a fork in her RIGHT hand.

ORIE: "Gah! Why is this so difficult!!!"

She carefully positions her fork over the end of the slice and as slowly as she can, moves downward into the cheesecake.

She succeeds, going through the graham cracker crust on the bottom. But when she tries to pull the bit of cheesecake up, her unbalanced fork holding sent the whole fork and cheesecake bit to the floor.

ORIE: "Nooooooo!"

;I enchant this cheesecake to feed itself to me, right this instant!;

In response, the cheesecake slice lifts up into the air quickly and crams itself down Orie's mouth.

ORIE: "MOOOHH!!!! FSHTAHPH ITH!!!!!!"

She quickly gets up, almost collapsing, being unbalanced on 3 limbs. She limps over to the refrigerator past the sofa and around the corner to the hallway door.

Orie opens the fridge door, then opens and pours a can of root beer down her throat to help get the cheesecake down and also taking big gulps.

After a moment she coughs and collapses to the floor, finally able to swallow the whole slice of cheesecake.

ORIE: "Alright. Honestly, I deserved that."

Her voice is more raspy and breathy now, probably because she had to swallow a whole slice of cheesecake.

Phoenix emerges from the hallway and turns to her left to look around the corner at Orie.

PHOENIX: "Woah, what happened in here?"

Orie coughs again.

ORIE: "Tried enchanting a slice of cheesecake to feed itself to me."

PHOENIX: "Sweet Myrka, Orie, how do you keep finding ways for your sorcery to almost kill you? Weren't you taught anything about your magic?"

ORIE: "No, not really... I had been raised by an idnagol. Not a myrkur. Idnagols don't know that much when it comes to how myrkuran sorcery works. All they know is that it does."

PHOENIX: "What about your parent who WAS a myrkur?"

ORIE: "What do you mean?"

PHOENIX: "I mean, uh. Of course one of your parents was a Myrkur. You look like an Idnagol, but you also have Myrkuran sorcery. You got that from your family, right?"

ORIE: "I don't understand..."

PHOENIX: "Who raised you? Your hatchparent? Your guardparent?"

ORIE: "Hatchparent? ...Guardparent....?"

Orie stares at Phoenix, completely lost on what she's saying.

PHOENIX: "OH MY GOD, Orie! Had no one taught you about this?"

ORIE: "Not exactly... I know the words, but... I don't really know what they mean."

PHOENIX: "Oh my god. Do I really have to give the talk to a fully grown dragon?"

ORIE: "The talk?"

Phoenix sighs.

PHOENIX: "Fine. Okay, so. We as a species are different from most other life. Most other life need a 'female' and 'male' to reproduce...

However, we're not so much like that, as all of us typically have both uhhhh... parts for reproduction."

ORIE: "Uhm... so what does... this... have to do with hatchparents and guardparents?"

Phoenix begins to blush a little bit.

PHOENIX: "SHUT UP! I'M GETTING TO IT!"

ORIE: "Alright..."

PHOENIX: "Anyway, to cut it short and not get into any... awkward bits... when a dragon lays the egg, they are called the hatchparent. Whereas the other one in the... relationship is the guardparent.

Hatchparents tend to care more directly for the egg itself, hence they're called the hatchparent. Guardparents tend to be less closely protective of the egg, but more so the whole family unit.

Though this doesn't describe ALL cases. Sometimes the guardparent can be more protective of the egg itself, and the hatchparent more protective of the family, but the way I described first is the typical relationship."

ORIE: "Huh... So, do you have a hatchparent or guardparent?"

PHOENIX: "Well... no... unless you count... nevermind."

Phoenix squints her eyes and shakes her head.

PHOENIX: "Anyway, who were you raised by?"

ORIE: "Well, I was raised by-"

A knock interrupts the two dragons as they look toward the door frame where the knock was. Behind the door frame stands a shortish pine green looking old dragon. Her long lime green and curly mane waves in the wind. Her white horns show mysterious markings etched into them, almost as if they were in a different language. She holds a dark bag over her right shoulder and near her wing.

TAFLA: "Hellooooo! Am I disturbing you two?"

Orie smiles wide as she sees this dragon and jumps up, limping toward her and she clears her throat from all cheesecake residue leftover.

ORIE: "TALFA!!!!"

TAFLA: "Come now, Orie! You know it's 'Taf-la' and not 'Tal-fa!'"

ORIE: "I know, I'm teasing!"

Orie goes in for a hug with Tafla, but avoiding using her left arm for the hug.

TAFLA: "Orie! What happened to your arm??"

ORIE: "Oh... myrkuran sorcery... as usual..."

Tafla sighs and lets Orie go.

TAFLA: "I told you to be careful with that magic."

Phoenix thinks of saying "So did I, Orie" but she doesn't want to be rude in front of a new dragon.

TAFLA: "Oh, if only your hatchparent were here. He's a-"

ORIE: "Yeah, I know he's a healing sorcerer, Tafla. You've told me every time I got Injured."

Phoenix goes up to Tafla and holds her right hand out for a handshake.

PHOENIX: "Hi, Tafla? I'm Phoenix. So, you're Orie's... hatchparent?"

TAFLA: "Well, of course. I'm her adoptive hatchparent. Her caretaker, if you will."

PHOENIX: "Oh, whatever happened to her biological hatchparent?"

Tafla’s expression widens and she quiets to a whisper.

TAFLA: "Uh... ehehehh... well... they... they’re still alive, if that's what you're asking... but..."

Tafla gets close to Phoenix's ear and shoots a small look at Orie with her white eyes as if to ask her to not read her mind. Orie nods and looks away.

TAFLA: "I don't want to upset Orie by bringing this up around her... let's just say for now that her hatchparent gave her to me to keep her safe, and her guardparent is uhm..."

PHOENIX: "No need for the rest, I know her."

TAFLA: "How do you know Perseus?"

Phoenix seems to flinch at the sound of that name.

PHOENIX: "I... uh... well... she is the myrkuran queen... and I am a myrkur."

Phoenix feels the beginning of an anxiety attack coming on.

TAFLA: "Oh, you really ARE a myrkur! I thought it was my eyesight already going bad or you were an idnagol shapeshifted as a myrkur. Orie's hatchparent used to-"

Tafla looks over at Orie, who's now staring at the two.

TAFLA: "Oh... sorry, I shouldn't talk about that right now.."

PHOENIX: "Yeah... probably not..."

ORIE: "So... Tafla, what brings you to the den?"

TAFLA: "I couldn't miss your first hatchday on your own, Orie!"

ORIE: "Oh yeah! That's in only a couple of days, right?"

TAFLA: "Actually it's in 6 days!"

Phoenix looks away toward the hallway and closes her eyes.

ORIE: "How long are you staying?"

TAFLA: "Hrm... how long do you want me to stay?"

ORIE: "However long you want!"

TAFLA: "Well, in that case, I'll stay here until the 31st!"

ORIE: "Oke! That sounds good! I'm so glad you're visiting, Talfa"

TAFLA: "Oh, since I'm going to be here for a while, I'm glad I brought my trusty dimensional bag with my runestone equipment!"

Phoenix looks back toward Tafla, but not directly at her.

PHOENIX: "You're a runic sorcerer?"

TAFLA: "Of course. Didn't you see the markings on my horns?"

She points to her horns.

PHOENIX: "Sorry, I'm not familiar with idnagol magic."

TAFLA: "Oh, Orie, I've got some presents for your hatchday! But they're only for your HATCHDAY. You better not look in my mind or in the future to see what they are, otherwise you'd spoil the surprise!"

ORIE: "Well, duh!"

Phoenix starts to feel tears forming as she slinks away from Tafla and Orie and starts into the hallway.

ORIE: "I love surprises, why would I spoil HATCHDAY surpri- Hey wait Phoenix, where are you going?"

Phoenix ignores Orie and continues into the hallway.

ORIE: "Sorry, one second Tafla. Phoenix!"

Orie walks toward the hall doorway and peeks her head in.

ORIE: "Phoenix? Are you okay?"

Phoenix ignores her again, and walks into her room, tears dripping from her snout.

ORIE: "Phoenix..."

Orie steps back toward Tafla and sighs.

TAFLA: "Is she... always like that?"

ORIE: "Well, a lot of the time, yeah. I think something happened before we met that messed her up mentally, really badly. Now she tends to take her anger and sadness out on me. We're friends though, so it's okay."

TAFLA: "That's not friendship. That's just mean. She shouldn't do that to you even if she's suffering..."

ORIE: "No, it's not like that. I know there's good in her, she just has a hard shell she hides behind. I'm trying to help her break out of that shell, and I think I'm doing well so far."

TAFLA: "I know you mean well, Orie. I really do. But I wish you wouldn't let others do that to you, no matter if you KNOW they don't mean it with your mind reading."

ORIE: "I know... but Phoenix is different. I know she cares a lot about me. I want to just show her a friendly face and that I care for her, flaws and all."

Tafla sighs and closes her eyes for a moment.

TAFLA: "Alright... I trust she isn't as mean as you say..."

She puts her hand on Orie's chest.

TAFLA: "I just want to make sure you take care of yourself first, Orie... okay?"

ORIE: "Yes ma'am."

Tafla and Orie hug each other again, and afterward, Orie talks about setting up an air mattress in the loungeroom.

While Tafla gets settled into the den, Phoenix lays in her room bawling her eyes out on her mattress while Arakados and the laptop are nowhere to be seen.

Phoenix doesn't feel safe around herself right now.

She puts her claws around her neck for a moment and then shakes her head, pulling them away from her neck and around a pillow.

PHOENIX: "N... no..."

She hugs the pillow close to her body and continues crying silently, for if Orie heard, she'd probably come in.

After a couple moments of being silent, through a broken voice, Phoenix casts a spell.

PHOENIX: ;I enchant myself to not be conscious for... 10 hours.;

Suddenly, Phoenix's body goes limp and her crying fades a bit.

Her grip on the pillow fades and she sleeps through tears for the rest of the night.

#storyupdate #The Dargon Den #Dragon #dragons #story #Orie #Phoenix #Tafla #Perseus #Idnagol #Myrkur #Hybrid #depression #derg #injury #magic #sorcery

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Altius Vocatio [P1]

[Previous work] [You are here] [P2] [P3] [Ao3]

-Pidge's POV-

When she first came to after being released from the healing pod, she was parched.

Of course speeding up the body's natural healing abilities to about twenty times the normal input would make one rather thirsty anyway; but having visited the healing pods three no, four times now, Pidge could tell something was up.

Reuniting with the team came first though, and after some meaningful hugs and reassurances that no guys I'm not dead yet it wasn't a superficial wound Keith can testify to it, everything was ok, she was ushered into the dining hall eagerly just as she felt like her mouth was gonna detach to get some food by itself.

She drank every beverage handed to her, even then nunvil wasn't safe from her ravenous thirst as she felt like she shriveling up inside. No one said anything aloud, but their stares were enough to say what they were all thinking. Pidge understood, after all, it was a little uncharacteristic of her to just guzzle down the liquids handed to her, but she really could care less when her body felt like it was dying.

“You sure you’re okay? That’s a lot of water there, kiddo.” Shiro said concerned as Pidge inwardly groaned. Not like I don’t catch you putting twenty layers of makeup over your eyelashes every day, but hey at least I never say that to your face. She pouted, refusing to comment in favor of filling her mouth with more nunvil.

“Hey man, fluids are good for the body. As long as the castle has plenty of water to spare I'm not complaining,” Lance admitted, saving Pidge in one fell swoop as she sent a silent thank you his way while Shiro was distracted.

“Alright, just don’t overdo it.” He sighed, turning to walk away as he rubbed his tired face and headed back to bed. It was still a little past one in the morning since Pidge awoke, and needless to say, the whole team was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation.

“Don't drink so much you pee yourself Pidge,” Hunk called as he left, having one last yawn as he went and waving goodnight while Pidge began chowing down on food.

Keith followed not long after, as did Lance, the two no doubt up to some secret romance ritual they tried so hard to hide from the team when they thought they weren't looking. Then Coran followed, muttering something to himself about checking on the Princess, who still hadn’t woken up from the pods after receiving her concussion.

Pidge just shrugged and shook her head, returning to eating the rest of the alien goop on her plate before it got cold. Sometimes the seven of them did some strange things, but at the end of the day they were still a family, and families cared for one another. Pidge reminded herself of this as she finished up what was left on her plate.

It wasn't even an hour later and Pidge was beginning to think something might be wrong with her.

After chowing down on food, her body wanted nothing more than to curl up in her bed and rest, but noooooo, for some reason the lack of light was making her even more restless. Nauseous even when she laid on her stomach.

It couldn't have been because of the healing pods right?

Groaning, she got up to turn the lights back on as she grumbled and scratched at the tingling sensation fixed around her gunshot wound. It was bothering her rather badly, and the more she scratched at it, the more she wanted to yank off her med suit and scratch.

“Wait a minute…” Pidge blinked as she realized she didn’t have to wear the suit anymore, and immediately began pulling it off in the bathroom.

She instantly felt better as she let out a content sigh and allowed the cool breeze from the vents and the warm light from the fixtures to energize her. A brief look in the bathroom mirror showed something akin to a stubby bark like texture plastered over the wound on her shoulder blade and she let out gasp as she ran a hand over it.

“Okay, that’s not normal.” She spoke to herself as she grabbed a night shirt from the bin next to her and started to pull it back over her head. Started to, but that’s when the nauseous sensation flared up again.

“Ugh, maybe I'll nap first and then deal with this.” She huffed as she had one arm in the outfit and the other one out. The part that wasn't dressed felt much better than the part that was, so she decided screw it and tossed the shirt aside as she climbed back into bed with the lights on.

She didn't bother with pulling the covers over herself this time. The moment she flopped down she was out like a light.

Of course, Lance was the one to stumble upon her sleeping.

“Pidge! Wake up! You've gotta see this!” Lance shook her shoulder until Pidge awoke and grumbled annoyed at the boy.

“What in the quiznak are you doing in my room, Lance?” She rubbed a tired eye as she squinted in the bright light.

“Can you shut the lights off? I'm kinda topless.” She grumbled as she fished around for her glasses as Lance made an awkward choking noise as he suddenly realized that Pidge was indeed without a shirt.

“Ah! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I just came in here because there was this really nice smell coming from your room, and I had to investigate but then I didn't know if you were in here or not and I didn't want to bother you but-“

“Get to the point.” Pidge interrupted as she slid on her glasses and scowled at Lance.

“Right, right. The point.” Lance said embarrassed as he quickly tossed a black tank top to Pidge and looked away while she turned to throw the shirt on. “Uh so, anyway you're kind of growing flowers on your head?” Lance pointed just as Pidge’s head got snagged on the collar and she huffed.

“Flowers?” Pidge said surprised as she tugged the collar over her face.

“And uh, now that I can see your face clearly, are those… cheek marks?” Lance poked her head as Pidge swatted his hand away.

“Gee, I don't know, let me pull a mirror out from under my bed here and check.” Pidge deadpanned as Lance suddenly realized he was in her way.

“Oh, Right! Sorry! I'll just move.” He rubbed his neck embarrassed as Pidge just rolled her eyes.

She walked over to her bathroom and flipped the lights on. A crest of green flowers was sticking up in between her messy hair, blooming primarily from the side of her head that had been pointed up in her sleep, as Pidge reached out to touch one and it fizzled away in a green light. She leaned closer to the mirror to see what else had changed. Sure enough, two jade cheek marks akin to Allura and Coran’s own ran just below her glasses and felt strangely tingly as she rubbed her face and stared in fascination. “Woah.” She said, not caring at the moment that Lance had squeezed into the doorway and had made a cute little gasping noise.

“You look like a mini Allura!” Lance cooed as Pidge turned red and shoved him. “I do not!” She huffed and crossed her arms as Lance snickered.

“You even have the pout down!” He crowed, as Pidge had enough and sent him out of her room.

“Out!” She called, as she barely managed to push the chuckling teen out the door and shut it behind him. She then randomized the passcode and locked it, deciding she didn’t want anyone to barge into her room until she had herself together.

Once that was done, she let out a sigh of relief reached to touch another flower stem only to have it dissipate once more in a green light. “This calls for some experimenting.” She grinned, as she pulled over her laptop and began to type away.

#Altius vocatio #fanfiction #voltron #fanfic #part 1 #p1 #pidge #au #evolution au #ao3 #i'm writing the sequel guys #:3 #lance #my artwork #my work #my writing

[harrysbbby]

Blame- Bucky Barnes- Part 13

Previous Parts:

part-1

part-2

part-3

part-4

part-5

part-6

part-7

part-8

part-9

part-10

part-11

part-12

In the days that followed you and Bucky spent more time together. Nearly every waking second of every day, besides Bucky’s visits with T’Challa therapists. Also considering your background as a veteran psychologist you tried to find ways to help him but you found that just being there for him seem to be enough- he just wanted you, in particular, to listen. And everything he told you, from the good to the bad made you fall for him even more. He opened up to you about so many things, from Hydra to life before the war. How he lost his arm, got his metal one and how he lost that one in Siberia. He hadn’t said anything about getting it fixed just yet so you let him be, deciding it was better for him to adjust while he was comfortable. However, one of the most interesting things was his history with Nat. So here you sat, up against the headboard of Bucky’s bed, a tub of ice cream in hand, listening to him tell you the events of the red room.

“To be honest I had kind of forgotten about it until she brought it up,” he said quietly, sticking his spoon back into your tub of ice cream. “It was so long ago and I had so many memory swipes… but I suppose it makes sense now why I was so familiar with Nat. I thought I recognized her in DC.”

You nodded, licking your spoon, turning to look at him.

“She hasn’t said anything of it before, if that makes you feel any better,” you said softly.

“I guess it does, but it was as bad a time for her as it was for me, but, you know, we had each other” he stated and you nodded before continuing.

“I don’t think any differently of you because of it. And I’m more than happy to keep this between us until you’re ready for everyone else to know” you reassured.

He sighed heavily, “Thanks, that means a lot.”

“It’s no problem Buck.”

You were interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turned to see Steve standing in the doorway, Sam just behind him.

“Sorry to intrude, but dinner’s ready- Clint’s made pies.”

“Okay thanks Steve, we’ll be down in a sec.” you said, moving to clean up the mess you had made on Bucky’s bed throughout the day. Steve and Sam began walking down the hallway but you could hear Sam call:

“Don’t take too long lovebirds!”

You rolled your eyes and laughed as you began to exit Bucky’s room, desperate for him not to see you flushed cheeks but him saying you name stopped you.

“Yeah Buck?” you answered

“Can you meet me here after dinner, please? I have something to tell you.”

You looked at him quizzically before nodding slowly, “okayyy?” you said before leaving his room and heading down to dinner. As you descended the stairs Steve travelled up them, smiling at you as you passed him on your way to the dining room.

He caught Bucky in the hallway before stopping him.

“Have you told her?

“No not yet, I’m going to after dinner.” He sighed and looked at his best friend with sad eyes, “do you think she’ll be mad?”

“No Buck, she’d never be mad at you, upset, maybe, but she’ll understand, 100%.”

Bucky nodded before moping to the dining room, Steve following.

You noticed Bucky’s change in demeanor from the happy, enthusiastic guy you had spent the afternoon with but let it slide. Dinner went by in a flash and before you knew it you were knocking at his door, a quiet “come in” answering you from the other side.

“Are you okay Bucky? You seem troubled by something, I know you wanted to speak to-“

“Can you sit down please?” his voice interrupted your rambling. You nodded quickly and sat down next to him on the bed. He kept his eyes trained in front of him and he spoke softly, “please let me finish speaking before you interrupt, okay?”

He finally looked at you, his eyes still sad and gloomy. You hesitated before nodding, gesturing for him to continue speaking. He looked away once more before beginning his explanation.

“I want to go back under… into cyrofreeze. I know I’ve made progress, mainly because of you, s-so thank you… but… I can’t trust myself. I don’t want to hurt anyone; I don’t want to hurt you.” The last part came out as barely a whisper. Your heart sank.

“Bucky, you wouldn’t hurt me…” you tried to say but he cut you off.

“I wouldn’t, but he might. Those trigger words are still in my head, until I can get them out, it’s better for me just to not be here.” He sighed, turning to look at you, the faintest evidence of tears in his eyes, “I like you, (Y/N). I mean I can’t do much with it right now… I’m-I’m not ready for a proper relationship but I really do. So I can’t lose you.”

“You haven't lost me,” you whispered, pulling him closely for a hug, “and you won’t ever lose me,” you repeated, “and I understand why you have to do this and I support you.”

You pulled back from the hug to see a small grin forming on his face.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, now what was that about you liking me?” you mused. He huffed and rolled his eyes, his grin getting larger,

“(Y/N)”

“You like me! Huh? Does that mean you think I’m pretty,” you joked

“(Y/N), come o-“

“Does that mean you think I’m beautiful,” You shifted closer to him, placing yourself onto his lap

“Seriously, I pour my heart out to you and you just-.”

“Do you think I’m special.” You leaned in, brushing your lips ever so slightly on his

“Why did I think this was a good idea.” Your foreheads now one another’s as you looked into his eyes.

“Because it’s me. And you know what, I think I like you too.” You whispered, You finally planted your lips firmly to his. The kiss didn’t last long but it was passionate. You both pulled away breathless and Bucky chuckled.

“Sorry, I’m not very good, I haven’t had much practice.” You cut off his excuses.

“Hush, it was perfect. And I’ll give you plenty of practice.” You smiled, allowing him to pull you next to him on the bed. You both stared up at the ceiling, talking about anything and everything long into the night. The entire time, Bucky’s hand never left yours.

The next morning Bucky prepared for cyrofreeze. You and him came down the stairs holding hands, to which the team all raised their eyebrows at. At almost the same time they all started firing questions at you, you and Bucky laughed at the immature nature of your friends but you told them that it really wasn’t the time. He bid farewell to the team before he followed you, Steve and T’Challa to his doctor’s labs.

T’Challa spoke up as he led you down the hall.

“You’re in very capable hands, Bucky. You have nothing to worry about. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to find a way to help you without leaving you in there too long, although Sam might fight me on that.” He joked making Bucky stifle out a laugh. They shook hands before T’Challa walked off, giving you and Steve time to say goodbye- even though it really wasn’t, it felt like one.

You moved forward to Bucky first, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He responded, engulfing you into him, as if, if he let go you would vanish into thin air.

“I’m going to wait for you- no matter how long it takes. I’ll be right here when you get back,” You whispered into his ear. You felt his head nod on your shoulder. You released your embrace, planting a loving but conserved peck on his lips. You held his face in your hands as you continued, “I’m going to get you out of there as quick as I can. I’m going to get those words, all that stuff out your head, okay?”

“I trust you, (Y/N). When I get back I’m going to take you on a proper date and we’re going to be a real couple” He said quietly, leaning forward pressing one of those kisses you loved so much on your cheek. You smiled at him and nodded before stepping away from him. Steve stepped forward,

“You sure about this?” he asked, one last time allowing Bucky to change his mind if need be

“I can’t trust my own mind.” He replied, “So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing,” he paused and looked at you, “…for everybody.”

Steve nodded and allowed Bucky to step forward into the tube. You felt tears prick in your eyes, but you knew this was for the best. The ice floated up around him and then that was that. There Bucky lay, frozen until someone could figure out how to fix him.

“He looks peaceful,” you said turning to look at Steve, “finally.”

“Yeah I suppose, although he looks like that when he’s gazing lovingly at you when your back is turned,” he laughed, “You two are like the cutest non-couple, couple ever. It’s almost sickening.”

You chuckled as you and Steve moved towards where T’Challa stood at the window. You stood beside him, staring out the large window at the Wakandan jungle.

“Thank you for this.” Steve said, turning to look at T’Challa, who replied softly,

“Your friend and my father, they are both victims. If I can help one of them to find peace…”

“You know, if they find out he’s here, they’ll come for him.” You stated.

“Then, let them try.” T’Challa said. “Now if you will excuse me I have some business to attend to but feel free to stay here as longs as you like- and to visit at anytime.”

You nodded at him. T’Challa left, leaving you and Steve to stare out onto the expansive scenery.

“Hey, did you ever send that letter to Tony?” you asked Steve. He took a deep breath before answering.

“Yeah I did.”

“What did you say?” you wondered as you and Steve started to head back to the living quarters.

“Just that I was sorry and that if he needed us we’d be ready to help.”

You nodded before being stopped in your tracks by a puffing Sam, who had seemingly run down the corridor when he heard yours and Steve’s voices.

“Woah there big guy, deep breathes-.” You tried to say before being interrupted.

“Please explain.”

“Explain wha-.”

“You and Gloomy McUnderstood.” You look at him before laughing.

“You mean myself and Bucky?”

“Yes, Bucky. When did you guys actually happen? Have you slept-.”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you silenced him, “and last night after dinner. We aren’t really a thing yet but once we figure out how to fix his mind we will be. And I’m going to try and figure out how as quickly as possible” you finished moving past Sam on the way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

“Okay,” he replied, “but you didn’t say whether or not you sl-.”

“Sam!”

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