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jokertrap-ran · 3 years

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 2-15: 时间针脚 The Patchwork of Time Translation

“Come on then, Miss Direction Blind. I'll be the one to give you the directions now.”

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After a week of working at Warson, I’d technically adapted to how things went about here. Zheng Lin had also arranged my first solo gig.

Zheng Lin: The design hub has a mentor system set in place.

Zheng Lin: So, all Assistants and Junior Designers will have a mentor assigned to them.

Zheng Lin: Of course, it is not up to you to choose, but your future mentor.

Zheng Lin: Every Senior Designer, including Director Qi, will participate in this program as a mentor.

MC: Director Qi too?

Zheng Lin: Correct. The selection criteria will be the results of your first independent work.

Zheng Lin: It might be solo work, but you can always approach me if you run into something you don't understand.

Zheng Lin: And also, I'll get Brother Mao to help you out, considering how you've only just arrived here and have yet to familiarize yourself with this place.

Zheng Lin: Of course, his aid doesn't include helping you out with your design.

Zheng Lin: In any case, just make sure to do this job well because the results of this will determine who your future mentor will be. Understand?

I understood what she was getting at. Mentors would greatly influence and affect the growth of a rookie. One will be able to learn much more when paired with an experienced mentor who shares the same aesthetic sense.

Although the deadline is still a long time from now, I want to become the best mentee choice to ever face Sariel.

The job this time was to create a dress for Lin Yao, the new up and coming actress, for her award ceremony.

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She was a child actress who'd recently risen to fame when the popularity of the young idol teen drama she starred in half a year ago exploded. Due to her cold countenance, she was dubbed by the media as the "Nation's Fairy Nymph"

This time, the local crime movie she'd starred as the lead for had received a double harvest at the word-of-mouth box office. It has also been nominated as one of the most popular movies and the movie with the best female lead among many others.

This movie was about a talented dancing genius who secretly plotted the murder of her abusive stepmother for many, many years. This caused the creation of a second personality within her; the murder happened then. At the end of the film, she danced in the pure white snow beside the dead body of her stepmother. Something that she'd only ever dreamt about. And there, etched upon her face, was the first smile of her life.

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MC: Her performance is way too good! I can't even tell that it's an act...

After watching some of her award-winning works interviews, I finally managed to get some semblance of understanding about Lin Yao.

She was someone of few words, a polite and obedient kid who never once had a single bad article to her name. She was forever smiling in front of the cameras. She was hardworking and responsible when it came to her work, and has had a smooth journey ever since her debut. It was the very epitome of what a perfect life was; one that everybody admired.

MC: A traditional fairy dress would be too conservative. Although that'd be very in line with her image, it'll merely be the same thing all over again. That wouldn't make her stand out on the red carpet.

MC: I can't help but feel like she's not all as inwardly peaceful as she appears on the outside. Perhaps she's fiercer or more sensitive deep down...

I didn't know how I could express this mismatch in her persona.

Perhaps it was those eyes of hatred of hers that shot daggers in the movie, or maybe that one sliver of vulnerability that she let slip in her interviews every once in a while. Those factors made it hard for me to decide just what kind of style I should go with her dress.

MC: And I also feel like digging deeper to uncover the other more charming side of her that no one knows...

The genius young maiden of the nation. A turbulent era of change. Self-redemption and self-destruction. All of these factors were only impactful when combined together with the era it was set in. It was only then, that everything felt fated to be.

MC: What if I added these elements to the dress?

I closed my eyes and imagined it in my head. A black feather dress inspired by the nation slowly formed in my mind's eye.

MC: I know!

Brother Mao: Heavens! You gave me a scare right there!

That was when I realized that I'd quite literally leapt out of my seat in my excitement. I gave an embarrassed laugh.

MC: Brother Mao, I'm going to go out and do some fieldwork to get some inspiration!

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If I were to find things related to the nation, then the museum would be the most appropriate choice.

Back when I was little, I'd always be left in the care of my mother's ex-partner when neither she nor my grandmother had the time to take care of me. He was responsible for managing this museum that could be called my second home of sorts.

MC: But, why does it look different from how I remember…?

The place had been renovated during the long period of time I hadn't been to it. All the exhibition halls had changed locations.

I followed the signs towards the hall where all the local things were displayed, only for my attention to be caught by a familiar figure.

Dressed entirely in black, said person had his arm behind his back as he stood motionless in front of the collections before him.

His straight posture made him look like a tall, yet silent, statue from afar. Under the lights of the spotlight, a faint silvery-white halo surrounded him. I could even see the small particles of dust floating in the air amidst the light. It made him look stand-offish and sharp.

I couldn't stop myself from raising my camera and snapping a shot.

Click!

The man noticed; immediately whipping his head around.

MC: ...Osborn!?

Surprised, I retreated a step; only to realize that my hands were now empty. Osborn had snatched my camera from me.

Osborn: Watcha hiding?

He cocked his head to look at the camera, the corners of his mouth upturning into an arc.

Osborn: You're sneakily taking shots of me? Let's see how they turned out.

MC: Return it back to me first!

Osborn purposely lifted the camera higher out of my reach.

Osborn: Why are you so frantic? It's not like I mind or anything.

MC: I still have things to do! Hurry and give it back already!

Osborn: What did you come here for?

MC: Photos. I came here looking for inspiration.

Osborn nodded, turning and walking away with my camera in hand.

Osborn: Weren't you here for pictures? Come on, let's go.

Does he want to accompany me?

I hurriedly chased after him and held out the guidebook for him to take. However, he'd only waved his hand in dismissal and signalled for me to follow behind him.

He led me around the museum as if he knew the place like the back of his hand. All I had to do was to name the exhibit and he'd be able to find it immediately.

His sense of direction is incredible. What is he? A human-sized GPS?

MC: Do you come here often, Osborn?

Osborn: It's my first time here.

MC: …..

Osborn let out two short laughs as he crooked his head and contemplated me.

Osborn: And how many times have you been here?

MC: I've come here a couple of times in the past, I guess. I'm not very familiar with this place. Ahem...

??: (Y/n)! Is it really you? You've come back to the country?

The curator uncle that I'd not seen in a long time suddenly comes round from a corner. He looked astonished to see me here.

Mr. Curator: You've grown into a splendid young woman in the years I've not seen you. It's great to see you back! Come by my place for dinner when you're free!

Mr. Curator: Oh, yes. Should I get you a guide? I remember that you got lost here once.

MC: No need! My friend here has a superb sense of direction!

My face heated up as I hurriedly pointed to Osborn. He didn't say anything more, only laughing as he nodded to Osborn before leaving.

Brilliant. I originally intended to keep the fact that I was directionally challenged under wraps when around Osborn, but now… He's gonna make fun of me again.

MC: Right, but I'm still pretty good at reading maps…

In the end, Osborn couldn't hold back his laughter and ended up laughing till his shoulders were shaking. He took hold of my arm in one swift motion and started walking forward.

Osborn: Come on then, Miss Direction Blind.

Osborn: I'll be the one to give you the directions now.

Somehow, I vaguely felt my heart skip a beat at that.

MC: I want to go to the national exhibit…

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The national exhibit had now been renovated and refurbished retro-style. All the new collections exhibited here now turned out to be clothing and accessories.

Looks like I made the right choice in coming here.

Osborn: Want do you wanna snap?

MC: That one. The brown layered cheongsam patterned through burn-out printing.

MC: The blueish-grey female damask lined jacket!

MC: And that short-sleeved georgette velvet cheongsam that's also patterned through burn-out printing!

I'd virtually snapped a picture of every outfit on display here. The tentative image I originally had in mind seemed to become clearer now.

MC: Okay, that's all.

Osborn kept the camera and glanced at the time.

Osborn: Let's go then.

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Dusk had already fallen by the time we walked out of the museum. The smell of sundown envelopes us in its serenity, as the breeze carries the fragrance of hyacinths.

Osborn walks up to a black motorcycle and leans on its back seat.

MC: Thank you for today. I didn’t cause you any trouble by hogging you and making you take pictures for me, did I?

Osborn: Sure you did.

MC: …Ah. What are you going to do about it?

Osborn: Then, how about you do a little something to repay me? The bracelet I was looking at earlier; have you seen anything like it before?

The image of Osborn staring seriously at the white-coloured jade cong earlier flashed through my mind.

MC: That’s not a bracelet. It’s a jade cong. They’re used as ritual artefacts in ancient witchcraft or religious sacrifices.

MC: The one you saw earlier was a typical one belonging to the Liangzhu Culture. It’s speculated that it’s used to communicate with gods or the souls trapped in this realm.

Osborn: You know quite a lot.

MC: I used to come here a lot as a kid, and I’d just tail the big sister, the guide, back then when I had nothing better to do. That’s why I remember so many things.

Osborn: Hu? You don't look like an expert at all.

MC: I’m still learning, but they do say that the better your memory, the smoother the sail of your learning curve.

Osborn: Let’s see… Wasn’t there an expert earlier who couldn’t even tell left from right?

MC: I was born with a poor sense of direction! I told you that my map reading skills were still passable!

Osborn: Okay, okay. What’s with the glare? I’m only poking fun at you.

Osborn: My sense of direction is brilliant, so just follow me next time.

MC: ……

MC: Right, but that jade cong earlier was a little odd.

Osborn: Man, the way you change topics needs a little working on.

MC: Do you want to listen, or not?

Osborn: Spill.

MC: I’ve never seen a jade cong from the Liangzhu Culture with the double-headed snake motif carved onto it before.

MC: There exists a sacred double-headed snake motif in Sumerian Culture. It represents Ningishzida, the Lord of the Good Woods.

MC: And in the mythology Ningishzida hails from, the gods used clay to create humans and make the beginnings of the first civilization.

MC: Just like the Fuxi Nuwa from our ancient mythology.

MC: Funny thing is that, coincidentally, the Sumernarian two-headed snake is also very similar to the Fuxi Nuwa.

Osborn unknowingly furrows his brow whilst muttering about something under his breath. However, he quickly returns to his usual playful self.

Osborn: Okay. I've got it.

MC: Why are you interested in something like this?

MC: I remember that the bracelet you showed me up on the roof that day had the same motif.

Osborn: Ever heard of this saying?

Osborn made a come hither motion, signalling for me to get closer to him.

Osborn: The more secrets you know, the more you'll be...

He did a cutthroat gesture whilst smirking at me.

MC: Do I look like I care?

Osborn: It has something to do with someone I'm looking for. I'll tell you next time if I get the chance.

MC: Hmm…

Osborn: But, no telling anyone about what happened today.

MC: Okay. Now gimme the camera.

Osborn: I helped you and yet not even a single "thank you" from you?

Osborn leaned further backwards, purposefully dodging my hand that went straight for the camera, a devilish look on his face.

MC: Thank you!

Osborn: Now stick your hand out.

A small lemon candy was placed into my outstretched palm alongside the camera.

Osborn: Where are you headed? I'll send you.

He flipped himself onto his bike, surveying the congested road up ahead.

MC: I can't possibly bother you like that...

I waved my hand and turned his offer down out of habit, yet inwardly, I was silently pondering about just how I was to get onto that tall bike of his.

However, just as I was about to step onto it and swing myself onto the seat, the engine gave a resounding roar as said motorbike speeded away from me.

Only a single line hung in the air in his wake: "Bye!"

MC: Hey! I was just being nice! It wouldn't hurt to have asked me again...

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myblueeyedbuggers · 3 years

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My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’. Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it. “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it. Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens? “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

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maergheritas-moved · 4 years

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S L A Y E R S, a novel by margarita p. g.

CHAPTER 00 - OLIVER

For being under Marco’s wing for a few weeks now, Oliver still hasn’t managed to master “the art of repair” even a little bit. He’s realized, instead, that he really isn’t good at this, that his nimble hands that once, in his younger years, served him for pickpocketing, for dumbkres with his mates, don’t work for handing tiny bot parts. It sucks, really… Marco thought Oliver would be of some use. And Oliver did, too. A part of him, a small part, maybe hoped that this stay would be permanent.

But, like all things in his life, it soon proved to be nothing but momentary. He realized this on a burning hot summer morning, when the sun was high and the sulfur in the air even higher. He was only getting used to the life in Bajo then, trying to find a place amongst the renegades and runaways, and the many generations and cultural legacies found within the ancient walls of his new tiny town. The locals knew him as escurridizo, a nod to his late night appearances literally anywhere in town… he had the ability to slip out of where he was and be somewhere else in what looked like seconds. Lightning speed. Faster than a teleporter. Some people even thought he was one. He very much was not. That much he knew.

Oliver woke up late that June morning, to the high-pitched whirring of centuries-old engines. He had hoped to get some rest after his rendezvous with Rory last night. But, as the heroes in video games would say, duty called. So, he got himself out of bed, put his sandals on, helped himself to burnt toast and already cold coffee, and headed to the taller.

There lay Marco, working on his new project: the restoration of a humanoid bot found by some archeologists a couple of miles from here. It was clearly a very, very old model, and Marco had been promised a very large sum of money if he restored it back to working condition. Maybe the archeologists were planning to take it to a museum or a college or something like that, Oliver thought.

It was very large, probably over three meters tall, and had a masculine shape. To Oliver, it looked like the military droids he saw on films.

The military humanoid death machine thing lay with its stomach part open on the table, and by the smell of coltan in the air, Oliver knew Marco was dealing with the motherboard. It was definitely from the 22nd century, maybe early, when they still put moderboards on the torso and not the head. Marco had his microglasses on, and was very intently working on opening something really really small. There was soft jazz music playing somewhere, which, mixed with the birds chirping and the sound of schoolboys close, painted a picture in Oliver’s head that resembled a time when everyone was still together and life was easy. He let the memory wrap him under.

An order from Marco pulls him back to reality. “Hey, nene,” he says, not even a hello beforehand, “can you check this wiring for me please?”

Without a word, Oliver walked over to the table, where the chemical smell is almost uncomfortable, and looked at the tangle of loose wires on the open motherboard. They were color coded, thank god. To Oliver, non-colored coded wires were the reason God left the Earth. Marcus and him always took hours to set them right. Almost instantly, he got a vague idea of how the circuits should go. They were like magnets, and he could feel where one ended and the other began, the many channels of energy running through the bot’s body, like blood rushing down veins. He had an instinct for this sort of things, a sixth sense, and it was hardly ever wrong. Oliver knew this wasn’t exactly normal, he knew it since he was a kid and could feel the many forces coming onto him way more than other people could, but he was not a might. Or at least, not a bolter (he’d already tried; sparks never came out of his palms). Whatever he was, he never gave it much thought. It would not do him good, especially not in this country.

Trusting his weird instinct, Oliver got to work, ordering Marco what went where, offering clear directions and vague explanations. Marco didn’t mind. To him, this boy was some sort of wizard, and not the “evil” kind. He did the work because he knew how to. If Oliver did it himself, he might as well cause a short circuit so strong it left the whole town with no power for a few hours. Oliver never understood why things like this seemed to happen, he guessed the wires just hated him.

Thus, they fell into a steady rhythm of work, sorting circuits out, monotone actions, with problems coming up as they went along, which they solved together. Oliver and Marco were a good team in that sense, Marco’s vast knowledge mixing with Oliver’s knack for improvisation to come up with increasingly creative solutions. These came naturally to Oliver. No one had ever given him a book on how to life, so everything he’d learned, he learned it by doing. By figuring things out, just like they were at that moment. Maybe he could be of use there, he thought. The idea of having a place to stay, even if he didn’t realize it then, gave him comfort.

Time passed quickly when you were at work, and soon it was time for lunch. Marco called a break, and Oliver lifted his head from the wiring of the bot’s eyes that he was attempting to figure out.

“Hungry?” Marco asked. Oliver nodded. He was, indeed, starving, and had been for a while, but with the task in front of him, it had been a second thought in his mind.

“Alright, then, uhhhh” Marco thought out loud. “Mara won’t be home until tonight, and there’s nothing from last night”.

Bummer, Oliver thought. Would they have something to it until Mara came back? There were days like this, when Aymara, Marco’s wife, was out working twelve hours at the rest stop outside of town. They had to do with whatever leftover there was from breakfast.

“So, we’re eating crackers, then?” Oliver asked, defeated.

Marco’s eye brightened up, his torso straightening up a little. “Actually, I think there’s some money in my bedroom. Go get yourself a mixto or whatnot, kid.”

Oliver practically springed to his feet and rushed to Marco’s bedroom. Indeed, there was money in his dresser, enough to buy two mixtos and maybe a sugary. With that, Oliver rushed out of the house and into the secluded Clovel Street.

The sun burned his skin, and he definitely should not have been out in this weather, but he was hungry and Lala’s tiny shop in the corner was open. There were a few neighbors having tartitas, who said hi to him. He went up to Arpy, the AI assistant, and ordered two mixtos, one for Marco and one for him. They would be ready in ten.

Oliver sat on the counter, watching Arpy put the mixtos in the toaster, and looked out the door, where there was a small stray dog trying to catch a fly. That was when he saw him.

His stare froze Oliver’s blood, made him paralyze all over. There was something about it…. something stomach-turning, revolting, repulsive, wrong. Like the man had crossed all of Oliver’s boundaries. It felt like a violation, but Oliver didn’t know of what. Or even how.

He wanted to run away. As far as his legs allowed him. That’s what his mind told him to do, that the man was a predator just like the MIMIC or the police. But his body told him otherwise. His body told him to stay; he felt a pull to the man like those of his wires, he did not care what fate met him there, what the man might bring him, he just had to go. It was impertinent, urgent. Now.

Yet, he stayed seated, watching his mixtos slowly get browner and cheesier, focusing on repelling that driving instinct within him, that… whatever he was doing to him. Sweat rolled down his brow and the people of the shop were completely unfazed or perhaps even unaware of whatever was going on between him and the man down the street, what strange energetic transaction was taking place Because it felt like that. It felt like electrons pushing down orbitals and moving, shifting, mixing, reacting, exploding. He felt like that: like a nuclear bomb that would go off if the man didn’t do anything about it first. He tried breathing. He tried focusing on anything else, on the smell of the food or the sound of cheese burning or the conversations taking place behind him. Nothing worked.

When his mixtos were ready, he grabbed them and rushed outside, without even saying goodbye. Without thinking, he crossed the street, to the man. It felt eternal. And the man’s eyes…. they followed him. Wide and large and dark, open, focused… they felt, to Oliver, that they were feeding on his energy.

Oliver let out a shaky breath when he got to him. He was at least a head taller than Oliver, could crash him in a split second, and very, very dark. His demeanor was unexpectedly calm. His eyes loosened for a bit, and Oliver was terrified for a half second. Then, his large hand wrapped over Oliver’s frail arm, and he hitched a breath in fear. He could not form words. The energy-sucking man started walking him down the street in double time. How is no one seeing this? Oliver thought.

He wanted to ask so many things, who are you, where are you taking me, leave me alone, I have to get back home, but he couldn’t. If he did, what would this guy do to him? He was scary, villain-level scary. So, Oliver just went along. He got thrown into the back of a white transport. There was a brunette woman on the shotgun seat. Her eyes looked even more threatening than the man’s.

They were kidnapping him. God, they were going to throw im on the sea or on a deep pit and let him die there. Immediately, Oliver started thinking up escape plans. He could still run. The didn’t bind his hands with anything. Dumbasses.

The man got in the car. The woman was clutching her head, as if she had a migraine. They were discussing something, Oliver realized. But they were not talking. They were doing it through looks. Can she communicate with him in some sort of eye language? Or is it telepathy?

After a while, they both settled down and looked at him. Oliver was going to run. But he also couldn’t. Something kept him from running and this time it wasn’t any of their looks.

“Sorry about that” the man said, “it’s pretty terrifying, i know, trust me”

What the hell? Oliver thought. He was apologizing to him?

“I’m Drake, by the way” he said, with a smirk and friendly eyes. Oliver wanted to vomit.

“And I’m Alyx” the woman said. Her eyes were warm and heavy-lidded, and Oliver had a feeling he should stay as far from her as she could.

There was a beat of silence. “Who… Who are you and what… why…?” Oliver tried to speak, tried to form questions, but he didn’t know where to start.

“Um, in short, kid,” Drake said, shifting in his seat. He opened his mouth, closed it again. “Okay, so: We are from the Cali Might Army. I’m Lieutenant Colonel Drake Emerson and she’s Officer Alyx Warren. That’s the important thing”.

Oliver gaped in awe at them. They were the Might Army. He had never met them, no one has, but he has certainly heard of them; in late night horror stories and headlines detailing tragedies. People spoke of them as violent, relentless insurgents who would abuse of their monstrous abilities to overtake the country. They almost seemed too powerful to be real. They couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be real. Is it a prank?

Alyx looked at Drake. “He’s very confused, he’s saying… it’s a prank or something, um…”

Oliver panicked. Immediately he tried to open the door, tried to break the window, anything to get away from this… woman. She was reading his thoughts! Has she always been doing that? He didn’t even feel it, she just walked into his mind without even asking for permission.

Drake reacted immediately, moving to pin him down, stop him. Oliver was on fire, his legs kicking to get away, powerless against Drake’s weight, screaming and panting and crying, he only now realized he was crying.

“Oliver!” Alyx yelled. “Oliver. Please. Please calm down, I don’t want to calm you down, please don’t make me calm you down.” She was as panicked as he was. Oliver just failed to form curses at her and kept kicking. He was not going to calm down. He was going to get away, these people couldn’t mean well. He had to get back to Marco, to the work, have lunch.

But he would never get there.

With Drake Emerson pinning him down and Alyx Warren in his mind, plus the thousand questions that grew by the second, he would never get there. Ever.

After a while, Oliver sat in the car seat, unmoving and breathing heavily, powerless. Alyx and Drake were in their seats, panting. Alyx let out a curse.

“Listen,” Drake said, softly, calm, “we won’t hurt you. Really.”

You already have, Oliver thought. “Then… why are you doing this? Why are you taking me?” he asked over shaky breaths.

“Because,” Alyx started, voice trembling, “You have a very strange ability that no one has ever had before, and you might really, really, be of help for us.”

Oliver wasn’t sure he was breathing anymore.

Alyx continued. “So, you’re coming with us, because, if you don’t, then someone else will take you, and you won’t be safe and neither will the world.”

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angelicspaceprince · 5 years

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Alive

Author: Ama

Title: Alive

Pairing: Beelzebub/Reader, Friendship!Aziraphale/Reader/Crowley mentioned, squint and you’ll miss it Friendship!Aziraphale/Beelzebub/Crowley I guess?

Character/s: Beelzebub, Aziraphale, Crowley, mentions of God.

Word Count: 3, 459 words

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, cancer treatment, a bit about what happens to your body when we die, nightmares, mentions of death. I think that’s it.

Tags: @elyshakate, @trelaney, @corvids-of-the-skeleton-tree

Summary: Beelzebub doesn’t get it. Cancer is not a cold, it’s not temporary, this thing will kill you. But they don’t seem to care and even when you fight to stay alive, it’s not until a certain angel intervenes that they realise what they’ve already lost.

Notes: So, y’all can blame trelaney for this one and me listening to Alive by Sia on repeat for the past hour. We have been talking about Good Omens hcs for a while now and she brought this one up and its been eating at me ever since/I pretty much said yep I’m gonna write a fic about this so everyone can cry. So if y’all are upset with the concept, I’m not to blame. Plot bunnies were provided, I just ran with them.

First time writing Beelzebub, it’s probs OOC, I do not give a shit but don’t come running to me crying ‘this isn’t Beelzebub’, suck it it is now. Beelzebub also uses them/they pronouns. It might not be canon, but it is here.

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Alive

You were alone when you got told that you needed to go in for further testing, alone when you went for the scans, alone when you got the results. You kept everything hush hush, not wanting any drama or to raise concern when it could be a false positive.

But it wasn’t.

Cancer. Brain cancer. Glioblastoma multiforme to be exact. Pretty advance, the doctors gave you a realistic prognosis of six months, and a hopeful prognosis of twelve months at most. You didn’t cry when you got the news, didn’t cry on the way home, didn’t cry as you cooked and ate dinner alone. You held it in, waiting until the quiet of the night took over and you knew you were truly alone and that’s when the sobs became to rack your body.

You were too young! How could you be given a prognosis of twelve months, at best, at your age? You knew you were going to die one day, but you expected quite a few more decades before it happened.

You didn’t sleep that night, spent most of your time crying and trying to figure out what was going to happen next. You had to tell people, had to plan what was going to happen when eventually treatment stopped working, what you wanted once you died.

You have to tell B.

Being in a relationship with Beelzebub has been hard, but worth it. Some emotions were clear on their face, anger, annoyance, frustration, but others were not, such as love. You knew B loved you, they wouldn’t have spent time with you if they didn’t like you or put up with your human tendencies if they thought you to be beneath them, but sometimes it was hard to gauge if they truly loved you. It was always hard to bring news to them because their emotional reaction would always be a little….off. This was something that you weren’t looking forward to telling your partner.

You told your partner about the doctor’s visit the next morning. Beelzebub always made sure that they had the mornings with you seeing that their nights were rarely free. For the first time ever, you really had hoped that some unexpected hellish business had kept B away from you that morning, you still hadn’t processed the news. Still hadn’t accepted your fate. And even though it was hard, you managed to get the words out.

No reaction.

That’s what hurt you most of all, you think. Beelzebub didn’t even seem to care. Out of all the emotions you could read on Beelzebub’s face, none seem to pass them. You got the tests alone, the results alone, the prognosis alone. But telling B and explaining what the doctors had said? Made you feel the most alone you felt during the entire process.

You started on chemo and radiation, wanting to prolong your life as long as possible. You spoke to Aziraphale about life after death for humans and his answers, although philosophical, did nothing to ease your mind into thinking there was an afterlife for humans where you could continue to be with Beelzebub, if that is what they wanted. B was there every morning to help you with your medication and the subsequent nausea and vomiting that followed. They once asked why you were doing this and appeared confused when you told them it was to length your life. Surely you didn’t want to go through all this torture just for a few more measly months? But still, they continued to help where they could. You asked for them to take time away from hell to be with you, but they refused. You would still be there in the morning, why disrupt business as usual?

You continued to waste away. You become frail and unable to move without assistance. Aziraphale and Crowley are literal God sends during this time. Crowley would always hiss and say he’d talk to the love of your life, but you always asked him not to. It’ll be fine. Beelzebub knows that you’re sick and, they’re right. Why disrupt business as usual for one, insignificant human? Eventually, however, even Beelzebub could see how ill you had become, nothing but skin and bone, being wasted away from the sickness.

Then the seizures started.

The first one was a shock. You were so angry at Beelzebub not being able to understand that you wouldn’t just bounce back from this. No matter how many times you tried to explain it, they just didn’t seem to get it. Suddenly, all the anger of being sick and dying way before your prime and before you could enjoy a long like with the Prince of Hell just exploded from you. You screamed and raved about how this wasn’t a cold or the flu, this was serious. You asked them if they even loved you because it feels like they don’t, you need them right now and they are not there for you. When Beelzebub asked why you were so upset about this when you would just wake up in the morning, healthy as ever, you wanted to scream. Instead, you fried.

You collapsed on the floor as your brain began to overheat, body jerking uncontrollably. For the first time ever, Beelzebub felt out of control. No demonic miracle they tried got you to stop so they decided that, for once, they’d ask for a human’s help. They got you to A&E where you were instantly admitted into the hospital before into a room once they got the seizure under control. Quickly, it was decided that you needed to stay at the hospital and you weren’t going to be able to leave. Beelzebub didn’t leave your side once you were admitted, only once to go back to your place and get some things to make the barren walls seem more like home.

You barely made it to the five-month mark. Towards the end, there was nothing of you left. Seizures continued. They were quick to strike and intermittent. Some lasted for a few moments, most lasted for at least 10 minutes, and some very rare ones lasted for over an hour. They were horrid, your brain felt like it was being fried every single time as B just sat with you. But, as time went on, they became more regular and prolonged. You struggled to maintain your breathing after four days in hospital. It was decided that your airway would remain unassisted. The rattle of your throat unnerved Beelzebub, but they stayed regardless, their hand never leaving yours. They stayed in the room, even when you were being washed but did not assist. The nurses looked unnerved enough at the Prince of Hell’s attire and lack of desire to leave your room or even eat. They played your favourite music and read to you, spoke about things down in hell that was being managed for them. It was as if it was a rare night where Beelzebub could actually take the time to spend with you and you alone. Aziraphale and Crowley visited often, spoke to you as you continued to apparently dream and made sure Beelzebub was ok and asked if they needed a break. They always said no. They’d rather watch you sleep. You looked peaceful when you were like this and Beelzebub could almost convince themselves that you were snoring whenever the rattle could be heard.

It was a rainy Sunday morning when you died. Beelzebub was holding your hand and reading to you a book you never got to finish. When B got to the end of the last page, they could almost hear you sigh as you breathed in, and out, and in, and out, and in, and out.

Nothing.

With a smile, Beelzebub closed the book and put it to the side and waited, hand on yours as it had been the entire time. Seconds pass and concern started to bubble under Beelzebub’s skin. Usually with discorporation, it was instant. You’d be here with a new body and ready to live a new life. Seconds turned to minutes as your body started to cool and Beelzebub’s concern grows to anxiety as they move up towards your body. You should be back by now. The rattling that was once concerning would have been a relief to hear right now. They call your name, beg you to wake up because this isn’t funny anymore as they climb onto the bed, careful of all the wires and tubes so they can try to convince you to just wake up. Even if it was just to scream at you some more, they didn’t mind, they just wanted you to stop pretending and to get out of bed.

That’s how Aziraphale and Crowley found the Prince of Hell. Sitting over your rapidly hardening body as rigor mortis kicked in, confused as to why your eyes were open, yet glassy. They were still begging you to wake up, this isn’t funny anymore, I know you’re mad at me but please just wake up. Neither had heard Beelzebub sound so desperate and confused before, and it had been clear that they had been doing this for hours. Aziraphale is the one who puts two and two together and walks up to the demon.

Crowley goes to get the nurse. You wouldn’t want to be lying there in your own filth, you deserved a more dignified death than that as Aziraphale quickly but quietly got Beelzebub off of your body and off the bed so the nurse could do their jobs in peace. B still looked at your corpse confused, now pale as the blood settles on the lower half of your body. You’d never looked so sick in your life, but this isn’t right. You should be awake by now.

That’s when Aziraphale breaks it to him. Humans, when they die, they aren’t like demons or angels. When they die, they are gone for good. Its like a sleep, apparently, that lasts forever unless you were in good favour with God. And being with a demon most definitely removed your changes of that.

The news takes a second to sink into Beelzebub’s brain before everything starts making sense. Why you wanted them to spend more time with you, the frustration of when they refused to break their schedule for you, and when they just didn’t seem to understand that this was serious and terrifying for you. Discorporation is scary for anyone who hadn’t experienced it. But you’d be back. Surely.

It’s not until the nurses arrive to clean your body that Beelzebub moves. The nurse goes to start with your face and the Prince of Hell just screams as emotions they didn’t even know they had crashed over them. They screamed at them to not touch you, that you weren’t dead and you’ll be ok, just wake up, please wake up. They are sorry, just please, for the love of all things unholy, open your fucking eyes. Nurses, doctors and security had to rush in to pull the Prince from your body as the nurses fought back to make sure you weren’t injured in the fight. Beelzebub claws at everyone who touches them, almost attempting to swim past everyone to get to you as they are thrown out and into the family room with a nurse to try and console them. You’re in a better place now, God will take care of you, you are at peace. Beelzebub just rocks and cries because of all the things they will miss that they didn’t even realise that they would miss. Seeing you wake up and being groggy before lighting up when you see them, holding your hand, kissing you, making a plate for them even though you both know full well that you’ll end up snatching most of it from their plate. Never have you listen to them rant and offer advice that only a human could provide or listen to you rant after a particularly hard day. Never see your face whenever you see something that excites you, never hear your laugh, never be held in your arms or hold you in theirs ever again? Never be able to tell you that they love you.

It felt like all the oxygen had left Beelzebub’s body and no matter what they did, they couldn’t get enough in their lungs. They never told you that they loved you, they always assumed they had time for that. Now they’d never get that chance again. Darkness seems to crowd in from the corner of their eyes as a truly desperate and primal wail finally makes its way out of B’s mouth and fills the halls of the ward before they promptly pass out.

~~~~~

Beelzebub wakes up with a gasp. Not in the hospital, the chemical smell no longer burning their nose. They are back home, in your bed. The demon rubs their face with a relieved smile before they turn to make sure you were alright.

No.

You’re not there.

The sheets are cool and there is no evidence of you sleeping there. Beelzebub can feel the oxygen slowly being sucked out of their body again when the panic sets in again. Are you dead? What’s happened?

A flush followed by three loud crashes and a string of swears in the dark lets them know what’s going on and they rush from the bed straight into the kitchen to see you, still pale and looking permanently tired, but alive standing in front of them, checking over your foot. B can’t help it. They crash right into your arms and hold you as close as physically possible, breathing in your scent deeply to centre themselves. It’s ok. You’re alive.

“Whoa, hey there.” B could hear the smile in your voice. “You ok?” Beelzebub doesn’t trust their voice, so they just nod. “B? Are you crying?” The smile turns to concern as the Prince pulls you in closer. You start to rub their back as you sway in the kitchen. “The dream again?”

“Yes.” Their voice croaks, they sound broken. Exhausted. You sigh as you pull back and make sure that you can make eye contact with your partner. The unshed tears that they are clearly fighting back break your heart as you swipe your thumb underneath their eyes as you cup their face in a silent attempt to calm them.

“It’s ok dearest. I’m ok. You’re ok. Do you remember what happened?” It takes a second for Beelzebub to nod as the memories come flooding back.

You did have an argument and you did have a seizure before it concluded. Beelzebub did think that you would just return in a new body ready to go. But Beelzebub got you to the hospital quicker. You came out of the seizure quicker. You ended up in a coma and in the hospital for a week. B didn’t leave the hospital for that entire time and they did read to you and play music and talk. That’s when Aziraphale told Beelzebub what happens to humans after death. That’s when the penny dropped and, for the first time in a week, Beelzebub stepped outside.

Beelzebub got on their knees and begged for God to spare you, just for a while longer. A miraculous healing, that’s all you needed. No matter how much Beelzebub tried, no miracle of theirs could save you and God did not help in anyway. When Beelzebub came back, a day later, your prognosis did not look good. They took you off air support. They suspected you had 48 hours at most. That dreaded rattle could be heard before B could even walk in the room.

Aziraphale suggested that, perhaps, between the three of them they could save you. Somehow, it worked. The cancer was gone, and you woke up to a crying and relieved Beelzebub six hours later, to the amazement to all the staff involved. B just climbed onto the bed and kissed you and kissed you and kissed you, apologising between each kiss and saying that they loved you, so, so much whenever you both pulled away for long enough for them to get the words out. You were still incredibly sick, even a year on there have been complications. It took a while for you to be able to walk without assistance, for your weight to return and for you to be able to concentrate for a full hour – or even just be conscious for three hours – and not need a nap. You came home six months after you first were admitted into the hospital. Beelzebub made a point, from then on, to be home as often as possible. Hellish business could be conducted anywhere, so B worked from home in the same office you now do. Beelzebub, although still not in tune with their emotions, had become more affectionate and initiated the affection more often than before. The Prince even began to learn the value of sleep and loved to spend the night with you holding each other.

The nightmares came about a month after you came home. You needed to spend the night at the hospital after you found out you needed some exploratory surgery done. Beelzebub woke up with a fright, convinced you were dead until they went to go pick you up the next morning. If you disappeared from the bed for too long, the nightmares would start up again. A side effect of the cancer has left you forgetful, and some nights when you wake up and just need to pee or eat or drink something, you forget that being away caused Beelzebub distress like this. But you work on it.

Another side effect, as you both found out one day that Beelzebub is sure nearly brought them to discorporate, is that you can’t die. Turns out, the angel and the demons did their job a little too well. Although you have gotten better and parts of you have changed, you haven’t aged a day. When you didn’t see where you were walking and got hit by a car, Beelzebub felt their world end again for a brief second before you stood up, amazingly unharmed, and began to apologise to the driver for not watching where you were going. The relief hit Beelzebub hard, before realising that you were going to be with them forever. The joy that wracked their system is something that Beelzebub has not felt since but enjoyed every moment of it.

Right now, however, Beelzebub did not feel joy. Some relief, yes, but mostly residue panic from the constant nightmare that they had been having. Somehow, you managed to coax them onto the bed and pulled them in tight against you so they could have some comfort.

“Feel better?” B makes an uncommitted noise that you take to mean as ‘yes’. “Good. I’m sorry I forgot again. I’ll try to remember to read the sticky notes next time.” You can feel their scoff against your chest as you roll your eyes. “I love you though. I’m not going anywhere for a long time.”

“Please don’t.” Their voice still sounds broken but comforted in the knowledge that you were okay.

“I won’t, precious.” You smile as they make eye contact with you and a rare smile graces their face.

“I’m sorry I was a bad partner.” You roll your eyes.

“B, you weren’t a bad partner, you just didn’t understand, and I didn’t think to explain it at the time. It’s okay. We’ve worked past it.” The noise B makes this time makes you think they don’t believe you, so you jostle them slightly so you can both lay down together, you stroking their back as they make small buzzing noises of content, both of you slowly beginning to drift away.

“Love you.” You smile as B’s quiet voice fills your ears right before they fall asleep.

“Love you too.” B’s hum lets you know they heard it just as you close your eyes and let your sleep take you away.

You were alone when you had the tests, got the results, and the prognosis. You felt alone as you battled for a few months more to live with your love. You drifted alone in a dream state for a week before two demons and an angel brought you back, better than before. After a journey of feeling so alone, it was moments like these that made you feel so loved because you knew Beelzebub loved you, loves you and will forever love you, as you will forever love them. Even as you drift in your sea of unconsciousness, there is one thing that you feel now that you hadn’t felt for a long time after your diagnosis.

Alive.

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poedamern · 5 years

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Mena is always caught staring at the reader and the casts notice. They tease Mena about it and mena gets annoyed so he asks the reader out. Just fluffy stuff with our meens. Female reader please. Thank you!

PAIRING: Mena x Female Reader / LENGTH: 1.5KDISCLAIMER: Gif is not mine! + I cannot write short imagines for the life of me so I’m going to start adding word lengths to these things for you guys and my sanity haha.

If you’d like to submit an imagine, please submit here!

You looked beautiful tonight. I mean Mena always thought you looked beautiful but tonight, he just really felt your radiance shine through more than ever before. Your natural charm, your laugh, the way your hair fell so perfectly around your face, your make up bringing out the colour of your eyes and the way you smiled with each and every question. He smiled just looking at you. Being able to work with you on the set of Aladdin and getting to do a press conference with you by his side years later, it made him so happy. He missed you, more than he originally thought, so much so it was so obvious to everyone else. It was definitely a very Mena thing to get caught staring in the middle of the press conference.

“–She’s an amazing person to work with and I mean, not even Mena can take his eyes off of her for more than a second, that’s just the kind of affect she has on those around her.” Will teased Mena during a question, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. You laugh with the others, feeling flustered, watching as Naomi hits Mena’s arm, laughing at how obvious he was being. You notice how Mena stumbles for an answer, laughing along. “I mean, I’m not alone in this right?” He jokes with the audience, trying to cover the situation. The audience laughs and cheers in agreement before the MC moves onto the next topic, ending the press conference.

With the conference over, the cast decided to go out for dinner to a restaurant just down the road, it was originally Naomi’s idea and well, what Naomi says usually goes. So the managers booked a table and everyone was off. You got in a car with Nasim and Marwan while Mena went with Naomi and Will. Everyone makes their way down to the restaurant and is led to a private dining space, outside the back of the restaurant onto a balcony. Drinks were served and meals were ordered. You were having a great time, drink in hand, Naomi by your side, talking about literally everything and anything.

“I’ll be back, just need to go to the bathroom okay?” You tell Naomi. “Sure thing, I’ll order us another drink.” She winks playfully at you, sending you off so you can hurry on back before asking the waiter to grab two more mojitos. Seconds after you leave, Naomi b-lines for Mena who was sat next to Will. “I’ve never seen someone stare THAT hard before.” Naomi sighs dramatically, leaning over his seat. “Right? I can’t believe after all this time you haven’t made your move man. What’s the hold up?” Will adds, taking a swig of his drink, pointing his finger at Mena. Mena rolls his eyes and groans. “Guys please, it was one time.” – “One time!? So you staring at her literally five minutes ago wasn’t the second time today?” Naomi laughs. “Plus, today isn’t the only day and you know that.” Mena doesn’t respond and instead takes a sip of his drink, frustration settling in. They had a point but it was terrifying, coming to terms with your feelings for someone. “Do us and the world a favour and do something. We’re dying here.” Will adds before you walk back to the table, breaking up the interrogation without knowing.

The night runs long and you’re starting to get a headache from the loud talk and jokes from the table, so you get up and take your drink with you, wanting to take in this view Naomi had been raving about before you left the conference. You place your drink on the concrete railing and start working on taking out the tens of bobby pins in your hair– thinking at least that can help with the slight headache you’re suffering from. Twisting your fingers in awkward positions and setting the bobby pins aside you sigh, your arms getting tired.

“Need some assistance?” You hear a familiar voice come from behind you. You turn, arms still up in the air and see Mena standing behind you, familiar cheeky smile on his face. “Honestly, maybe. I almost have it just–” You start before Mena interrupts you. “Let me.” He grabs a hold of your hands and sets them back down to your side, standing behind you before searching for the missing bobby pins. The movement and weight of his fingers running through your hair causes you to relax, smiling to yourself at the affect it has on you.

“Thank you.” You mutter, hands playing with the sleeves of your dress. “I haven’t even gotten them out yet.” Mena teases you, his laugh deep and low behind you. “I know but still. You always take care of me when I need it.” It was true, he was always there for you, especially more so on this press tour.

Mena’s thoughts run wild as he takes out the last few bobby pins, one by one. He felt increasingly nervous the longer he stood by your side. Maybe it was the fact the others barraged him to talk to you moments ago and knew they were watching. But it was also just your presence, you just have that effect on him. “Done. I can’t see anymore in there.” He says, letting your hair fall down your back as he places his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them softly.

You feel your cheeks flush at the touch, its so simple but everything had been building between you two, you knew it, he knew it, everyone fucking knew it. But it was special, what you two had. You were both scared to take the first leap. “Y/N, I– I don’t think you know how important it means to me to have you here.” Mena says softly, one of his hands coming up to push back the strand of hair that fell over your shoulder. You turn at the touch, Mena meeting you halfway, his other hand now resting on your waist.

You feel his stare on you, eyes locking with your own. “Maybe I don’t.” You whisper, both of you close enough to hear. “– And that’s my fault.” Mena looks disappointed in himself, glancing down at your hands, taking them in his own. “For months, years, we’ve been by each others side and every time I see you, you make me just– so happy. It’s obvious, everyone sees it. It’s ridiculous.” He chuckles at his own words. “But all I ever want is for you to be happy, so, whatever I say, I–” He hesitates.

“Just say it.” You smile softly up at him, making him look back at you by placing a hand on his chest. “Nothing you say will hurt me. You know that.” You reassure him. You could feel his heart race against the palm of your hand and the butterflies instantly start to fly around your stomach. But you’re instantly distracted from the thought as Mena’s hand comes up to your face, caressing your cheek in his hand, his thumb running gently across your cheekbone.

“I think we both know I can’t keep this from you any longer.” He leans forward, his other hand caging your hand on his chest. He takes in a shallow breath and looks you in the eyes. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for longer than I’d like to admit. If loving you, makes you happy– I’ll do everything I can to keep it that way. Which leads me to the question–” You can no longer feel his heart racing in your palm cause all you can feel and hear is your own heart racing like crazy, head spinning. “Will you go out with me?” You chuckle softly under your breath and smile from ear to ear. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Relief washes over Mena’s face and in moments both of his hands are caressing your cheeks, pulling you impossibly close before he catches your lips in his own. The kiss is electric and feels warm to the touch, your lips practically melting against his own. Grabbing a hold of his jacket with both hands, you pull him close to you, not wanting the kiss to end. Obviously happy at the act, you feel Mena smile against your lips before pulling away, resting his forehead against your own, noses touching. “I’ll take that as a strong yes.” He jokes, his dimple showing on his cheek. You scrunch up your face and whisper. “I’d be worried if you didn’t.”

But in seconds your moment is interrupted by the cheers of the table. “Finally!” Naomi screams first, Will cheering right after her, laughing and clapping his hands. “Only took you a few years my man but you did it.” Will raises his glass at you and Mena. You can’t help but laugh and press your face into Mena’s shoulder, unable to hide your embarrassment and joy. Mena laughs and wraps an arm around your waist. “Mind your own damn business you drunks!” Mena yells back playfully. Mena will never live down this day but you will both cherish it forever.

#mena massoud imagine #mena massoud x reader #naomi scott imagine #mena massoud fanfiction #mena massoud fanfic #did i go overboard?#perhaps #buti love fluff and this is cute so #here you go #pairing:mfr #writing:fluff #writing:imagine #fluff

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221bshrlocked · 5 years

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Security Check (1)

Security Check Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1814

Warnings: None yet. Some swearing.

A/N: Because we all know I will not make a move on the man due to me being a chicken and, as a friend put it, refusing to ‘play’ around before marriage. Here is me writing out my frustrations. I wish yall could see him. He’s so fucking perfect. And in case you have no idea what I’m talking about, refer to this post. As military slang goes, I’m fubar.

Next Part

Walking through the glass doors, you nodded towards the student guard standing at the corner of the Assyrian exhibit, telling him to put his phone away and pay attention to the visitors of the museum. You shook your head and looked back to your clipboard, silently judging the kid because although the students needed the work-study money, you wished they would stick to the fucking rules for once.

Walking from one poster to another, you made sure there were no spelling errors before moving along to the colossal sculpture of the lamassu, standing in front of it longer than intended. You’ve worked here for so many years but it still made you feel emotional when you looked at it. Such a marvelous creation existed as a small part of the king’s court and here it was. You were looking at a part of history that you could only dream of.

Snapping out of your haze, you walked around and proceeded to go behind the sculpture to turn on the lights when suddenly, you heard someone yelling and running at you. You had just turned on the lights but froze and dropped your clipboard when he came around.

“You’re not supposed to go near the sculptures. Please step out slowly and don’t touch anything.” The man ordered you like a child and your heart was beating rapidly, not sure if it was because of his dominant persona and military-like voice or because of how drop dead gorgeous he was.

Your hands were shaking violently, eyes blinking at him as you scattered away. You kept your hands raised even after he told you to put them down.

“Oh my god Dr. Y/L/N, I am so sorry he doesn’t know. Please accept my sincerest apologies I- god I don’t even know where to begin.” You looked at the assistant manager your friend hired to take care of the schedule along with other things, swallowing the lump in your throat before you slowly placed your hands down.

You turned and stared at the man that pretty much caused your soul to leave your body and excused yourself, walking the opposite way and out of the museum. You realized you should have said something but you couldn’t trust your voice, going straight to your office on the second floor and shutting the door behind you before you sat down on your chair. A few minutes passed and you decided to go to your friend’s office one room over. She smiled when you walked in but her expression changed when she saw you.

“Is everything okay?” She set her stuff down and walked around the table, wanting to approach you but choosing against it when she saw you pacing.

“I am the author of seven award-winning books, professor of numerous Ancient languages, world-known Egyptian Archaeologist and the head of the Dendera project and someone literally just talked down to me like a fucking toddler! Like I didn’t discover more shit in my PhD years than anyone else during their entire fucking career. You need to make sure your assistants get their shit together Emelie or I swear to Horus I will lose my shit.” She said nothing and you stopped before sitting down on the chair near her and looking up apologetically. She smiled down at you and you felt bad for the tone you used with her, getting up and giving her a hug before returning to your seat again.

“I’m sorry that was so uncalled for. You didn’t deserve this.”

“It’s ok Y/N it’s just this stupid gala. You got a lot on your plate and you still think you’re not ready even though I think you are. Hence the assistant which I guess I should probably call and ask about what happened.” She sat opposite you and took her phone out to give him call.

“No no it’s not his fault. I’m sorry. Maybe I need coffee. Yeah that’s probably what it is. I’ll just go get coffee.” You stood up and told her to not call him again, refusing to say any of what happened before leaving.

As soon as you opened the door, there he was.

“Dr. Y/L/N let me start off b-”

“Paul please. It’s just Y/N. And...nevermind.” You were about to say something but saw the man who scolded you walking down the hallway. Patting Paul on the back, you walked down the hallway in attempts to make it to your office before he approached you. He held out his hand to try and stop you but you refused to acknowledge him, unlocking your door and walking in before slamming it harshly. Maybe you were overdoing it.

You groaned when you realized why he was trying to stop you. The clipboard. The fucking clipboard.

Oh well, you could get it later.

You distracted yourself with random shit, knowing there was no way you’d get any work done on the gala today after that fiasco. Well, what you thought of as a fiasco at least. It has been well over a decade since someone addressed you in such a way. Usually, you were the one putting people in their places but it felt like your graduate years all over again when your advisor would purposely put you on blast to thicken your skin.

Looking at your watch, you sighed and logged off your computer, knowing lunch was definitely needed. Walking out of your office, you shut the door behind you and descended the stairs, praying to whatever higher power was listening to you that what’s his face wouldn’t be here. You were about to exit the museum when the man at the front desk called for you.

“Yes?”

“A man asked me to give this to you. I believe you forgot it when you were making the rounds in the morning.”

“Thanks Vince.” You took the clipboard and walked out, heading to the starbucks on campus to get something to eat. You ordered your food and waited on a table, looking down and seeing a small green post-it note at the bottom.

Sorry!

You laughed at the poor excuse of an apology before crumbling it and throwing it away. “Dickhead.” You whispered to yourself before grabbing the coffee and sandwich.

Thirty minutes later, you were making your way back into the museum when you saw Paul and the man emerging from the security room inside the main exhibit. Taking out your headphones, you plugged them into your phone and clicked on the pencil, walking to the sculpture again and making sure the lights were working before going to the opposite side. You jotted some quick notes down before turning off the lights and moving onto the next part of the museum.

You could feel a pair of eyes following you and you know who they belonged to but you couldn’t care less, reading the new posters again. An hour and a half later, you were in the last part of the new exhibit, eyes trailing the transliteration of one of the spells of the Book of the Dead when you noticed a typo and sighed. You marked down where it was on your little paper and finished reading the rest of the spell exiting the museum.

“Vince, when Dinah comes in, tell her to come to my office. There is something I need to discuss with her.”

“Sure thing.”

“Thank you.” You smiled and went up the stairs, looking at your phone as you made your way down the hallway. Setting your stuff on the table, you left the door open for Dinah and went around your large bookcase to bring out the copies of the Book of the Dead you needed to look into.

As you went around back to your desk, you saw a figure standing at the doorway and jumped up, almost dropping the books in your hand. Eyebrows raised, your jaws clenched when he gave you an apologetic smile and blinked at you.

“I-”

“I’m very busy at the moment. I’m sure Paul can help you out with whatever it is you need help with.”

“Oh...I, that’s not why I’m here.” He murmured, rubbing his hands together before daring to look at you.

“No? Then you’re probably just trying to scare me half to death again right? Or maybe leave another shitty apology on my notebook?” You replied sarcastically, putting your books down and walking around your desk. You couldn’t care less about how rude you were coming off but you were still fuming from the morning. Call it your pride or hating how men thought they could treat women in this world but you weren’t having any of it. Not now, or in your office of all places.

“I...no, I just wanted to- well, I’ve been looking for you all day long to apologize about the morning. It was an honest mistake ma’am and I feel horrible for how I came off. Paul was just explaining to me that visitors are allowed to walk behind the sculpture and I didn’t know. And I felt like an idiot when he told me who you were and…I’m- crap this isn’t going how I practiced at all. I just wanted to say I’m sorry and- and that...I didn’t mean to frighten you. I was just preparing for my job and that doesn’t excuse how I spoke to you but it’s all that I can say. Again, I’m sorry and I’ll just leave.” He smiled again and for some odd reason, your heart clenched at the small gesture. You were utterly surprised by how genuine he was and couldn’t respond. He combed his hair back and nodded towards you before shutting the door behind him.

You didn’t think it was possible to feel shittier than the morning but here you were, eyes wide and brain running a million miles a minute because not only was his apology so fucking genuine, he was just doing his job. Or preparing to at least is what he said.

“Oh fuck me!”

#security check #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky smut #bucky fanfiction #security guard!bucky #you know i'm fucked when i write a fic about it #lol #help #i cannot breathe around the man #his smile is so sweet #he's so adorable #and hot #like i cannot yall #ok enjoy #more to come

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paimaniagalaxia · 5 years

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An 'Angel's' Promise

Written by: Paimania Galaxia and Jordanthecat11

Ties in with these parts: AFTERMATH(1) and AFTERMATH(2)

Summary: Once Dandy leaves on good terms with Margo Magic, he comes and offers his assistance with his beloved girlfriend, Bow Von Verde. While the two are busy setting up shop, they get an unexpected visitor. A certain wife of Dandy’s exposes who the demon truly is before his new partner.

Paimania Galaxia

The little cat, Bendy-Look-A-Like Dandy enjoys being on the mortal world. Sure, Hell was his home as he went under the name of 'Satan' down there. In his defense, after a long sought deal with a certain demon he allied with-- Best to stay away for now. To retreat and relax with his beloved girlfriend Bow Von Verde. As he decided to help her stock up the shop for today. Lining up bow ties in the right color configuration, just like his Love likes it.

JordantheCat11

Meanwhile, Bow was dusting the shelves while humming a merry tune. She was happy that Dandy was here with her today to help out. She loved this little devil so much despite the numerous times he tried to scare her for fun. He was a sweetheart to her and she wouldn't trade her relationship with him for anything else.

Once she was done dusting, she put the duster down and looks at the bowties that Dandy has assembled for her. "Excellent job, my little darling devil~" she said cheerily with a smile. "You even got the color configuration down to a tea. My customers are gonna love them!"

Paimania Galaxia

"Oh they will love your mighty fine dandy work my dearest slice of key lime pie!" Dandy grins his signature, stolen grin. As he boops Bow's nose in a playful manner. "Nothing else compares to you Bow..." He sighs happily, as he hadn't meet anyone other mortal like her in a long while.

Well... Besides the cold shiver he suddenly got, as a hint of apples fill the air. "Oh boy..."

JordantheCat11

Bow couldn't help but giggle at Dandy's compliment and nose boop, as she always loved how playful he would be with her. He always knew how to make her smile first thing in the morning.

"Well, I'd better go turn the sign over and open up shop," Bow replied, giving Dandy a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around to open the store door.

Paimania Galaxia

With the sign turned around, an elegant womanly figure shadows the front door. Her hair fringe covers one side of her face, her cat like ears flick irritated, and her horns were visible.

"Care to open the door young miss... I would like to enter..."

JordantheCat11

"Just a second, ma'am," Bow replied, turning the key to open the door for her first customer. She couldn't help but find the woman beautiful and she had a nice scent of apple to her. "Welcome to Bow's Emporium! I'm the store owner, Bow Von Verde. Please, feel free to check the place out and let me know if I can help you out with anything."

Paimania Galaxia

"Oh... How quaint..." She replies as she enters in, fiddling with the upside down cross ribbon that connected her dress to her choker. The elegant mother of beasts looks around and eyes Dandy, and glares angrily at him. "Funny seeing you here darling, never thought dear old Satan would hide out from his three kings in a dump like this..."

Dandy just stood there in horror and in shock, that woman. That woman was his wife, the one who he brought down to the path of night with, and allowed his charm to have those lips sink into the apple of knowledge-- Lilith. And she just casually addresses him as if he was in his real from! In front of Bow! As he hadn't nor would ever tell her about his true origins. Well, that truth has came out.

JordantheCat11

Bow blinked in confusion by this woman's words. "Um...I-I'm sorry...I'm not sure what you're talking about," Bow replied innocently. She turned over to the direction that the woman was facing, which was at Dandy. Seeing that look of worry on his face made her feel concerned for him. "Dandy...honey? Is everything okay?" she asked him as she walked over to him.

Paimania Galaxia

"No... Let's go with no." Dandy replies, as much as he wanted to lie. There was no use in doing so, his wife knew all his tricks and dealings. There was no way in his realm that he was going to outsmart her. Lilith seemed too angry and keen to get her way with exposing him in front of Bow. "That lady, that monster you've let in... Is Lilith... My wife..." Dandy explains, seeing that the Mother of Demons was too busy looking around the shop to listen.

JordantheCat11

"Wait...what?" Bow was now shocked beyond belief. She trusted Dandy more than anyone else, and hearing those words from him... She looked over at the woman before looking back at Dandy. "You...you're married? Since when??"

Paimania Galaxia

"Since she took a bite out of the apple of knowledge... If you ever go to church or heard of MY story..." Dandy answers back, admitting that he was the one and only Satan.

JordantheCat11

"Wait...wait wait wait wait wait! Wait!" Bow was having a hard time processing this. She didn't want to believe him, but she knew he wouldn't lie to her...or at least, she thought she did. "So...you mean to tell me that you're LITERALLY the devil, and you've been posing as a toon all this time, using me to cheat on your wife that you didn't even have the nerve to tell me about before we started dating?!"

Paimania Galaxia

Dandy goes dead silent as he could only nod. Well, he needed to fix one part of her conclusion. "The cheating part... Is a bit of a stretch. We aren't technically married since that kind of binding is considered as a holy ceremony... I was kind of paranoid you would be too scared to date someone as evil as I am."

JordantheCat11

Bow was now on the verge of tears, as she felt betrayed that Dandy lied to her. Her first instinct was to cry in his arms, but she just kept her distance and shook her head.

"I can't believe this...I gave everything for you, thinking that you loved me. But you had the nerve to lie to me and use me for your own selfish gain!" She didn't bother to hold back on her sobs as she covered her hands with her face and ran to the other side of the store.

Paimania Galaxia

Dandy was shook to see her crying like this, he didn't mean to hurt her like this. He couldn't help shed a tear as she left him alone with Lilith. He wanted to say that he did love her, more than his so-called wife. There was no one else who he rather be with than with her.

"B-Bow...Bow please come back to me... It's not like that! I'm not like that..."

"But you are and WHO you are shall remain that way... You are Lucifer, you are Satan... You are The Devil..." Lilith remarks and yanks Dandy up by his bow, choking him. "Funny, you managed to destroy Beelzebub by teaming up with a family whom you used to DESPISE the most, but you seem a lot weaker now that you’ve made peace with them. Couldn't even bother facing your subjects with humiliation, no. You resigned to your so-called ‘mafia crew’ and then came here for forgiveness and love from that batty bitch you call a girlfriend... Pathetic.."

JordantheCat11

Bow ran over to her office and hid behind her desk as she cried hysterically. She hated that Dandy was keeping secrets from her, especially ones about their relationship. She hated that the woman had the nerve to come back looking for him and tell her first before he did. But most of all, she hated that she was feeling upset, angry, and torn all at once.

Her bat ears suddenly perked up as she heard Lilith say all those mean things to Dandy. Oh no...she was going to hurt him! Bow needed to do something! Even though she hated Dandy for lying, she still loved him and wanted to keep being with him whether he was the little toon or the giant devil. She quietly snuck out and peeked behind one of the shelves to see what was going on.

Paimania Galaxia

Dandy gasps and squirms around in Lilith’s grasp. She was right, his power was depleted till he gotten more souls in Hell. For now, a lot more people were being righteous than prideful.

“So what you’re going to do to me...? Killing is out of the option, you can always subject me to being chained to my throne. It worked the last couple of centuries or so...” Dandy jokes playfully.

“No... I have something better in mind... I heard a halo snapped. An angel got demoted...” Lilith replies back. “A toon one mind you, and when a halo breaks...”

Dandy widens his eyes and shook his head. “No no! Anything but that!!” He cries back in horror. “I don’t want to be an angelic replacement!!”

JordantheCat11

Bow couldn't watch anymore of this. She needed to do something now or else Lilith would hurt Dandy. Not knowing what else to do, she grabbed an old umbrella from the coat rack to use it as a weapon.

"Hey!" Bow screamed, swinging the umbrella at Lilith. "Leave him alone! He said no!" She managed to land a good hit to her face, though she's not sure if it was strong enough to make her let go of Dandy.

Paimania Galaxia

Lilith get the smack to the face with the umbrella, she pushes it to the side with one hand.

“No? No isn’t worth stopping me...” She retorts back as she makes Dandy glow. Hearing him scream in pain, brought a smile to her face before she drops him. “Welcome back, Lucifer the Angel...”

JordantheCat11

Bow gasps, as seeing Dandy in so much pain from the transformation let her guard down. She ran over to him, dropping the umbrella.

"Dandy!" she screams, putting her hands on his face. "Dandy, please! Please be okay! I-I'm sorry! I should've stayed when you told me everything instead of running away! Please, forgive me!" She cried once again, but this time, she embraced Dandy instead of pushing him away.

Paimania Galaxia

Lucifer groans as he felt someone warm embrace him. He slowly opens his piecut eyes, as his bangs barely cover his gaze to see Bow. Holding him and crying for him to forgive her. He reaches his hand down and rubs her cheek, showing he was okay.

JordantheCat11

Bow could feel Dandy's touch on her cheek as she hugged him. He was alive. She was so relieved that she looked up to see his face. He did look different now as an angel, but she didn't care. She was just too happy to see him.

"Oh, Dandy..." She couldn't help but kiss him lovingly on the lips and hug him even closer. "I love you! I don't care what you are! Toon, devil, angel, doesn't matter! I still want to be with you! And I want to know you feel the same for me."

Paimania Galaxia

“Call me Lucifer sweetheart...” Lucifer smiles as he kisses her back in return. He could feel the cold stare beam down from Lilith, but he didn’t care. As a grin stretches across his face, facing his wife.

“Go back to hell where you belong, I’m a bit busy fulfilling my angelic duties...” He teases as he kisses Bow’s nose playfully.

Lilith scowls in disgust, as her plan to humiliate her horrid husband failed. “Stay that way! See if I care!” She barks before teleporting away within a puff of smoke. Leaving off a lingering smell of rotten apples.

JordantheCat11

Bow was glad that the woman was finally gone. She hoped she wouldn't try to come back to get her revenge on her or Lucifer, but that thought would be saved for another day. She needed to bring in some closure between her and her boyfriend.

"Okay, that's enough," Bow said, gently pushing Lucifer away. "While I appreciate you returning the affection...that doesn't excuse the fact that you lied to me about who you were or what happened. If you really do value our relationship and want to still be with me, then I want you to tell me the truth. Okay?"

Paimania Galaxia

Now she did make a fair point, that he was wrong to keep his true self a secret from her. But he had a reason, and he wanted to tell her.

“I will, and I was truly scared to tell you who I was... I have dated other mortals before, time and time again they ran away. Because they saw me as this beast who would harm them and hurt them whenever I so please. I grace and cherish the ones I adore, and you... You are better than anyone else I’ve meet. Even more than Lilith... Or if I did tell you sooner... I would of been in hell, mourning over you...”

JordantheCat11

Bow took the time to listen to his story, paying careful attention as he gave her every detail. She believed every word now than she did before when Lilith was there. And hearing those words made her feel sentimental.

"Dandy--I mean, Lucifer..." she corrected herself, trying to get used to his real name. "All I cared about was you being honest with me. Yes, normally I wouldn't embrace the idea of dating the actual devil, but...something about you doesn't make me feel so afraid to do so..."

Paimania Galaxia

“You... You mean that...?” Lucifer replies in an amazed awe. Never before he heard someone just care about being honest with another over looks. It made him smile. “Heh... Thank you.”

JordantheCat11

"Of course I do," Bow replies, smiling back. "And I want to believe that you can do better about being honest with me. That you can help me make our relationship stronger..." She let out a sigh before giving him a straighter, more serious face. "But I don't want to just believe it. I want to see it with my own eyes. I want you to prove to me that you can change your ways. And since you're an angel now...I want you to make a solemn promise with me. Do you think you'd be willing to do that?"

Paimania Galaxia

Lucifer hasn’t done a promise like that in centuries, but this was for Bow. So that their relationship could stay pure and true. He places a hand over his heart and holds up his hand.

“I Lucifer, Angel of the Morning Star, solemnly swears to be loyal and honest to thy beloved girlfriend Bow Von Verde in this angelic body for winched thou cursed by remain and forever stay in... For love and for thy love for thee my dearest Bow... Amen...”

JordantheCat11

Bow nodded acknowledgment as Lucifer finished his oath. She prayed that he would be given the strength to improve and continue to support her and their relationship. She even prayed that she would be strong enough to not only stand up for him, but to him if she thought something didn't seem right. After all, communication was key in any given relationship.

"Thank you..." Bow replied, her smile slowly returning.

Paimania Galaxia

“You’re welcome my dear...” Lucifer smiles and hears something sliver his way. “My snake! Crowley!” He kneels down as a small green room snake curls around his arm and purrs happily. “Bow! This is Crowley! He helped me tricked my bitchy wife way back when! He came up with the name Satan for me. Everyone thought it was me, nooope! This guy tricked everyone!”

Crowley snickered through his fangs as he nodded.

JordantheCat11

“O-oh...I see,” Bow stammered, as the sight of the snake made her nervous. She really wasn’t into creepy things, especially around Halloween, but she wanted to try to be brave and meet him for Lucifer. “W-will he bite if I pet him?”

Paimania Galaxia

“No no, he is not a biter.” Lucifer informs Bow as he holds out his arm. Allowing Crowley to sliver over to meet eye to eye with Bow.

JordantheCat11

Taking a couple deep breaths to calm her nerves, Bow reaches her gloved hand out to Crowley and pets his scales slowly and gently.

“H-hi,” she greeted the snake with a nervous smile.

Paimania Galaxia

Crowley grins happily as he nuzzles his head against her hand.

JordantheCat11

Bow was surprised by how accepting Crowley was to her touch. Even nuzzled her back. She felt much calmer now than she did at first and it made her happy and relieved.

“Aww...he likes me,” she comments, petting him more.

Paimania Galaxia

“He only lets others who I trust to pet him...” Lucifer replies back with a smile. “I guess Lilith decided to let him go... Since after all, she hated how attached I was with him.”

JordantheCat11

“Was he originally her pet?” Bow asked curiously.

Paimania Galaxia

“No, he was mine. God let me create something to call my own. So I made him.” Lucifer smiles and lets Crowley sliver back up hid arm and nuzzles his cheek.

JordantheCat11

“Oh, I see,” Bow replies, watching Crowley crawl back to his master. “So she held him captive while you were away from heaven, I’m guessing?”

Paimania Galaxia

“No again... She took him away once I brought her down to hell. She was very rough with him...” Lucifer replies back as he heard Crowley whining. As he hated that woman.

JordantheCat11

“I’m so sorry...that’s terrible,” Bow said, going back over to pet Crowley in comfort. “I’m glad he’s okay now and that he’s with you again. I wouldn’t want any pet to be taken away from me.”

Paimania Galaxia

“I appreciate the kindness and sympathy Bow...” Lucifer smiles happily. “So... Shall we make sure this shop is ready for business? I think Lilith left her stench behind. Could use a few scented candles...”

JordantheCat11

“Oh, of course, my Morning Star,” Bow replied, giving him a cheek kiss before going over to her office. “I have some candles under my desk. How does the smell of key lime sound to you?”

Paimania Galaxia

“I love the smell of you anytime my dear...” Lucifer gleams with a grin. “You are my Evening Star...” he sighs happily, as he was going to enjoy being an angel toon for a while.

-The End-

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #batim au #bendy and the mafia crew #batim oc #dandy the darling devil #lucifer the angel #bow von verde #lilith #crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens #story collaboration #hunted arc #hunted arc aftermath

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Finch - Part 1 (Roleplay with @worldviewfinch/@Little-Noko)

Okay...so this is finally getting rolling...I would first like to start with a reminder that the Roleplays are NOT 100% canon - they are scenarios that myself and Little-Noko come up with to explore the characters and world, but I've been deeply influenced by the events of our RP's before.

They are ALSO VERY LONG- there most likely WILL be some mis-edits. Please just bear with us, myself and my RP editor are doing our best to catch everything we can, but there are literally hundreds upon hundreds of pages of text from our worldbuilding and character development pieces, and we want to be able to get content out in a timely manner.

I've been Roleplaying Worldview scenarios with Little-Noko/Finch for the past year. There is much to dig through and look at.

This particular roleplay has been available in my $10 tier on Patreon since April. I plan on having more things like this posted for patrons in advance, so if that’s something you’re interested in it’s there. :)

WARNING: Most of these RP's WILL deal with MUCH more sensitive topics than some people will be comfortable with! I will DO MY BEST to put the proper content warnings before each posting but I don't know if I'll be able to cover everything - some parts, depending on content, might even have to be skipped entirely. Noko and I really like to push the envelope when it comes to character exploration and development...and we honestly try to be thorough. But, that's what makes a good character, I like to think.

There is no set schedule on these.

And now I'll be quiet so you can enjoy the content.

Special thanks to my editor for helping with these! Content Warnings: Teen death, descriptive torture

Finch – Part 1 Necromancers

Noko: The teenager was making his way home, his school bag hanging on one side of his body while one of his hands rubbed the dark area under his eyes in order to soothe the pain, he wasn't subject to bullying, neither was he a bully, but one thing was sure is that he was a troublemaker, always bothering and teasing people in order to get some attention... he definitely tried to find how he would explain to his parents how he managed to get punched in the face. As he walked in a sparse area to be left alone with his thoughts, he heard something meowing. He looked up and saw a cat, visibly stuck on a third-floor balcony above him. The cat clearly belonged to someone since there was a collar around his neck. The teenager dropped his bag on the side and grabbed the metal ladder that led to the many balconies from the apartments. Many people would have left it alone, but... he couldn't just let this cat be all scared up there. Without any hesitation, he started to climb the building. He had never been scared of heights, and he was pretty confident that he could help up the cat to get off. As he reached the third floor, the teen moved over the metal fence to stretch a leg at the window's border. There wasn't much room to lay his feet on but there was enough grip for him to assure himself that he wouldn't slip. "Kitty, kitty, come here..."

The cat meowed in distress, the teen getting slowly closer to it. "It's okay... I'm here... just..." He felt his entire body work in order to stay balanceed as he tried to crouch down to reach the cat... it took one second... only one, and one of his foot slip away from the ledge, his body soon following. Hitting the dark asphalt.

Alaina: The street was quiet, despite being after school, the alleyway that the small body had managed to slip into was left... unspotted until a young man scouring through the dumpsters nearly tripped over it. He frowned, not expecting to come across such a... specimen. He looked around. No witnesses... being a rather built man he had no problem picking up the heavy cadaver and slinging it over his shoulder, slinking back into the shadows. Any untrained eye would have said the man simply disappeared, but those who looked closer could see they pressed against a dark, alley doorway - sealing back up right as he left. The man hauled the body down to the rotten-smelling sewers, alone. There was a hideaway about a mile walk underground, away from the city - that's where he liked to practice his arts. He sighed, exhausted from the long trip as he laid the body on his examination table, looking it over. The soul was still intact, but definitely ready to leave...it must not have been collected yet. He grinned. That was lucky. He rarely got the chance to practice with such a fresh body....

Noko: A woman drapped in dark clothes was collecting samples from cadavers that her partner in crime had been attempting to reanimate for months now. They were experimenting the limits of the dark art at their greatest extent, wondering if it would be possible to merge a dying soul to an inanimate body, trying passionately to find the answer to eternal life in one a way or another. So far, all attempts had ended in failure... The soul never managing to stay more than a few minutes in an unfamiliar body.

Alaina: He looked over the teen's body, pleased with its condition before thoughtfully looking over the few other bodies he had collected - one stood out, a skeleton race body that had been recently cleaned. He pondered a moment. The one in front of him was Masic... for some reason, Masic souls didn't last as long as any others, but maybe there was a missing connection? He hadn't tried this particular mix yet, but the goal was to practice handling the soul itself. He really didn't expect anything out of the experiment, and slowly, started to summon magic to his hands to build the small encapsulated cushion that would be used to transfer the soul. He had to draw all the magic from the body, absolutely all of it, and make sure that the being as a whole was fully transferred before starting to arduous process of re-distributing the soul into the new body. He called his assistant over- he needed to make sure nothing was overlooked.

Noko: The assistant noticed her partner came back with another sample, her eyebrow rose a moment as she observed him select a young skeleton body that would be perfect for the transfer, it was missing a leg but honestly a limb missing or not wouldn't make a big difference for an experiment. She remained serious, her expression cold as she walked over with a few instruments installed on a rolling table. She observed the corpse starting to move as the magic coursed out of the body, her own palms moving over the body to make sure that every residual magic wouldn't be wasted in the procedure. She took her recorder and spoke. "Experiment ST52.1 We got a new body, freshly dead, Masic, 5feet2, visibly a teenager. Body of transfer, skeleton, younger and smaller, missing left tibias. Preparing for the transfer."

Alaina: "Thank you my dear." The man stated plainly, a pleased look on his face. This was his favorite part! He watched as the soul was slowly drawn up from the body, still pulsing steadily and increasing in its 'beat' as he drew up all the magic he could, color swirling in his own clear encasing, the lightest hints of yellow spreading from his own hands. The energy swirled, the cadaver he was drawing from getting more stiff and hollow looking as the magic was drawn, and he smiled in satisfaction when the soul beat heavily, surrounded by its own life force. "Hmm. Strong soul. Might be an interesting one."

Noko: She smiled back at him, using her own hands to guide the magic as the corpse progressively stopped moving, only to reveal a green, strong and healthy soul. She felt as thrilled as his partner as she registered her voice once more. "Subject A is extremely healthy, magic levels are high, preparing the transfer of the soul on subject B in a second." She felt excited as she was preparing herself mentally to stabilize the magic of the fresh soul in the new body. They would probably manage to keep it alive for a while this time, long enough to see how it would react.

Alaina: "All righty -" The man grinned excitedly, carefully moving his small capsule over the skeleton body. This had to be done with precision, and practice makes perfect. He let the residual magic flow in first, carefully watching the flow as it was preparing the body for revival. It was a slow, careful process, one that he had repeated many times, but it was fun regulating and distributing and re-distributing the excess to make sure he had it just right. Revival was a form of art, really, in his mind, as how well the body was prepared affected how well the body would wake up. He smiled, happy to see the tiny, involuntary movements of the skeleton as he went about his slow and careful work, building up to the point where he could put the final piece in place.

Noko: The woman loved the preparation as she slowly guided the magic inside of the skeleton bones, it was like a massage, following the flow slowly as if they were imitating a bloodstream to acclimate the body to the revival. They were precise and meticulate, taking their time to make sure that the body and the soul wouldn't suffer much from the procedure. Not that she cared about the subject's comfort it was more about the success the experiment. She was thrilled to make further tests, to understand the new being they would create together. To know if the conscience of the soul would remain intact.

Alaina: He waited, patient as anything, wanting everything to be just perfect. The last bit of residual green trickled, working its way into the new bodies system. It was like building a new being, or painting a picture, the strokes having to be in just the right place - he smiled, thrilled with how evenly the magic spread despite being in a body that asked more of it to use, but it was a good, strong, positive flow, and he finally moved to press the soul behind the skeletons ribcage, being oh so careful to 'install' it properly, before manually encouraging the beating magical organ to connect to the various systems it would now be responsible for.

Noko: The assistant helped to encourage the magic to keep moving, impatient to reanimate the skeleton body, a few unwanted spasms happened as most of the residual magic was finally sinking into the system, she gave his partner more space so that this one could install the soul inside of the ribcage. It didn't take long for the soul to connect to the magic stream, the skeleton body arching all of sudden without any warning as it was getting reanimated, the woman forcing the body down as much as possible to not disturb her partner's work. She observed his fists clench, the subject trembling a moment before becoming motionless all of sudden.

Alaina: He raised a brow at the reaction, carefully moving to connect the last few streams of magic that needed it, stroking them carefully so they would start to flow on their own. Slowly, he finished his 'job' looking over the body for any unnatural reaction as he took mental note of what was happening.

Noko: As her partner was connecting the last streams, the woman stepped aside, recording the whole process. The first steps seemed to have been a success, the magic had spread without much resistance inside of subject B, it already showing some motor sign. She waited a moment, impatient to see if the transfer was a success. It only took a minutes for the body's chest to start moving as it took it's first breath. The process was a success, experiment ST52.2 starting once subject C show more sign of life.

Alaina: "This is looking rather hopeful..." The male muttered excitedly, as soon as his hands were free he practically ran to grab a clipboard, jotting down his own personal thoughts and taking note of every intricate detail, his hands moving to jot furiously. "He's breathing - just wait...." He stared over his clipboard with a broad grin, waiting to see if the body was going to move at all.

Noko: The assistant was just as excited as the man, waiting for more signs that their experiment was a success... she just hoped it would stay alive long enough. The skeleton body started to shift faintly, his brow furrowing a moment as it slowly opened it's eyesockets, the eyelights, his expression empty and probably still unconscious of his own existence yet. He seemed relaxed before it finally opened his eyes really wide as he took a deep gasp, as if he had held his breath for hours, his arms moving close to his chest, trembling as it struggled to move, clearly disoriented and lost.

Alaina: "Ahehhee!! Strong reaction!!" He gleed, not hesitating to look over and immediately try to check the skeletons vital signs for recording. "Strong movement, eyelights lit properly - the connection itself seems perfect!!" He shouted in triumph, proud of his handiwork as he kept jogging down notes, smile wide. He snapped his fingers in front of the skeletons face, trying to focus his attention. "Hey. Hey you. Can you hear me?"

Noko: It looked around his vision disoriented as it adjusted to the light and the movements, he was hyperventilating as he tried to understand what was going on... his mind trying to grasp what was in front of him as all he could recall was the impression of falling... His attention quickly moved over the sound of fingers snapping in front of his face, his vision blurred. "Hear.... you?" He repeated without really understanding anything of what he heard or said.

The assistant couldn't help but to beam at the result of their experiments. "It's responding!!!"

Alaina: "Consciously!!" He added, his voice loud and excited. His brow furrowed, his face lit up with pride over his own handiwork. "....I don't see any sign of decay in the magic...not yet anyway. This is definitely an improvement..." He muttered, and snapped his fingers happily. "Get the restraints! I want a full examination -" He smiled like a kid at Christmas thoroughly impressed and pleasantly surprised at the strength of the soul he had happened to find- it must have been his lucky day!

Noko: The subject kept looking around, still panicked as messages in his mind told him that something was clearly wrong... that he was too light... he felt sore... something was missing... there was voice talking... like echoes... but his mind was too confused to even wonder who they were and were he was.

"Alright!" She quickly took the restraints and grabbed one of his wrists to place it against the table, he was so weak that he didn't put any resistance as she attached the other's arms against the table. Progressively attaching the subject to make herself sure that it wouldn't hurt itself.

Alaina: He smiled happily, pulling on a pair of gloves as he tugged a medical trolley up towards him, helping himself to secure his projects head with a restraining leather strap before grabbing a flashlight, checking the subject's responses by shining the light in the newly formed eyelights, and prodding a finger against the inside of the socket to see just how strong the magic was flowing. He didn't stop there, working his way slowly down to poke at every major connective area, curious to see just how well he had installed the soul, rattling off comments for his assistant to jot down in their notes.

Noko: The skeleton tried to free himself, the sudden strain only making him feel more distressed. He shifted his head to the side letting out a grunt as he felt scared and disoriented about what was going on, before geying forced to keep his head straight, as he slowly became immobilized. He couldn't move anymore, only making him even more panicked, his soul thrumming really fast at the traumatic event as one of the two persons moved a flashlight over his eyes, closing them as the light burned him only to get forced to keep them open. Every touch making him react strongly in response. Jolting and hyperventilating as he tried to understand what was going on. "W-w...what?"

Alaina: "Subject is... aware." The male's voice rang in surprise, tapping at the table with a raised brow. He still didn't expect his subject to live very long, but this was a rare chance to test to see just how the transfer process affected the adrenaline in the new body. It was clear the skeleton was panicking, but that just made him more excited. "Lets get some samples! I want to see if he's got any elevated chemicals - this soul is good for endurance." He chattered happily, grabbing a syringe and vials from his cart before reaching over to handle the quickly thrumming soul, none too gently either, looking for a good spot where the magic was especially concentrated with all the new mixtures of body fluids from the revived body. He shoved the syringe deep into the thrumming heart shaped organ, eager to get a mixture of samples from his new creation as he wanted to analyze every bit of what he had made, clearly proud of himself.

Noko: The assistant smiled at the high response coming from the experiment. She started to record once more while his partner was taking samples from the subject. "Subject C respond really well to the soul transfer, it seems that his body moved properly to the new implanted magic. Subject C is conscious, it suffers clearly from disorientation, further tests will be needed to know the state of his mind." It started to yell as her partner sank a syringe straight into it's soul. "Subject C respond to pain. It's soul is clearly attached properly to the body and is in perfect synchronisation to it. We are still uncertain it will last."

The skeleton started to groan while tears came out from his eyesockets as it kept struggling in fear. "N-no.... no..."

Alaina: "This is uncanny." The male started, practically giggling in his excitement. He drew at least five whole vials of pure magic and bodily fluids from the soul before yanking out the syringe, wanting to hurry before the whole process potentially gave out. He made sure the precious samples were secure enough to not be endangered before grabbing a clamp from his table, affixing the device his test subjects arm as he talked. "Test #36, stability. The subject is of skeleton race and the most important part is proper magical distribution! Let's see how well we did!" He beamed, securing one part of the clamp to the table so it wouldn't move, the other pressing his subjects arm in between two metal plates - the whole thing controlled by a screw that would slowly press the plates together, testing how much pressure the bones could take before they snapped, and he carefully started to turn the metal, eyes fixed on the arm he was working on to see just how long it would take before it started to crack.

Noko: The woman blinked of surprise as well, herself extremely excited to push forward the tests and push out the limits of it's subject, this was the first time they had an experiment so aware of themselves. She quickly took the samples to the fridge to secure the vials. Before getting back to the subject as her partner installed the instrument over the skeleton's arm. It still couldn't see properly as his magic was still adjusting to his body. But he was clearly stressed by what was going on, not understanding what was around him until he felt a weird pressure on his arm. It didn't take him long for a sharp pain to made him scream when the bone snapped. The magic keeping the two parts linked.

Alaina: "It's...fully functional." The male stated dumbly, astounded as he stared at the shattered arm. His brow furrowed. He had honestly not expected that, especially from a Masic soul, and there wasnt much else they could study other than seeing how the subject progressed. He removed the clamp, getting out of the way to roll his experiment slightly, just enough to look at his back and get a good look at his still adjusting, but fully functional main magic line. "Hmmm...get it cleaned up, I guess? See if it eats. It... seems completely intact!" He exclaimed, pleased but floored at the discovery - he didn't ACTUALLY expect this to WORK. "It could still just die off, but - let's see how long it takes. I'm curious to know if it starts functioning normally."

Noko: She was extremely impressed by how well the body synchronization with the brand new soul. She didn't hesitate to take care of their experiment, determined to keep it alive for as long as he could as all she wanted to get answers from him. She quickly replaced the other's arm with no softness. Using plastered bandages to fix his arm temporary after her partner was looking at the magic line. They had been extremely lucky on this one and she hoped that she could find crucial information about how the transfer work. Using a smaller container and a strong soul seem to have helped for a stable transfer. She snapped her fingers in front of the experiment as the pain seemed to make him lose consciousness. She registered her voice once more. "Subject C's body seems to react properly to pain. It fainted when it's limb snapped." She looked at her partner, thrilled. A large smile drawing on her face. They will proceed with Experiment ST52.3 once said subject wakes up.

Alaina: "Thank you my dear, it was all in days work!!" He beamed proudly, watching as the soul was still beating heavily under the ribcage. "Passed out but alive...fascinating! We'll proceed to take regular samples until the subject fades. I'm not much interested in keeping a... pet, if it happens to turn out that way - which I'd be surprised if it did." He smiled at his assistant, pleased to see how happy she was. "Perfect step in the right direction! Maybe the secret is magic to relatability...? Skeletons are rumored to be a subspecies of Masic in the past at least - hmmmm...very interesting..."

Noko: "The pleasure is mine." She was so thrilled! This was the first time a subject showed so much awareness and reacted to that much! She hoped it would be coherent enough later... would it remember who it used to be? She started to clean off the bones with water to get rid of any trace of blood and residue over it's body. She didn't care about the experiment well being, she only wanted to make sure that it would last long enough. Only time will tell. "The transition between two races wouldn't be easy... there are so many questions without answers..."

Alaina: "Ahehehe, well - we'll get a few good ones out of this, I'm sure! I'm going to start running the samples, make sure it stays active!" He said with a grin, then yawned deeply. "Ah - he was heavy. I may need to take a nap before we continue - I don't want to miss any of its consciousness!" He called, moving to collect the samples from their cold fridge before ducking out of the dark experimentation room. "Call me if you need anything."

Noko: The woman smiled and waved her hand as if it was not a big deal. "Go sleep, I'll take care of it and tell you if there's any change, just like with the other's, just because he is a promising case doesn't mean that you shouldn't sleep." She kept cleaning its bones before throwing the filthy towel away. "It will be transferred to the cell until it wakes up, I'll keep a good watch on his vitals until then." She said before finally walking away, bringing their experiment along.

Many hours later, the skeleton woke up, opening its eyes before looking around at its surroundings. The room was dark... and it smelled pretty bad... He still felt a sore pain at the level of his arm, only remembering way too well what caused it, which made him soon start to struggle. Being conscious that their subject was awake, the assistant walked in her partner's office. "Subject C is awake."

Alaina: "Really!" The male leaned back from his desk, going over the results that they had gathered previously, before turning to face his assistant with a broad smile. "I can't believe he's lasted so long - lets see how he's holding up!" He popped out of his chair, making his way eagerly back to the test room. He didn't bother with gloves this time, he didn't expect to be doing too much extensively dirty work, and instead directly approached his waking subject. "Well would ya look at that..."

Noko: "I'm as surprised as you are! I was about to see if he got some primary needs, I thought that you would like to see how he behaves." She smiled almost cruelly, she would love to do some tests, especially now that her subject was so responsive. She opened the door of the room that confined him. Finding him struggling as it tried to free himself from the restraints that kept him immobilized him, jolting in fear as he noticed the two persons walking in.. "N-no ! No!"

Alaina: "So responsive..." He muttered, not hesitating in the least as he strode over to his subjects immobilized head. He was already curiously looking down straight at the skeletons eyelights, pushing a finger inside the skull to poke at the sensitive veins of magic that kept it lit, looking to see how steady it was now that the magic had had plenty of time to settle into its new home. "I can hardly believe it - but it seems well enough. Hey... " He poked at the skeletons forehead, his face showing nothing but pure curiosity. "Are you hungry?"

Noko: He grimaced when he felt man approach... and felt surprised and confused as this one sank his finger in his eye... or at least were his eye should be. His confused and lost mind for earlier was getting more precise about how wrong he felt. His eyesockets opened really wide, alert as this one poked his forehead until the man spoke once more... asking him if he was hungry which he replied fearfully in faint nods.

The woman smiled brightly at the response only to bring a nutritious pudding on a moving tray. "It can understand us! Wonderful!" She dipped a spoon in the cup of pudding before showing it to the skeleton. "Don't be scared. Be good and we won't hurt you today."

Alaina: "Right. REASONING!" The man tilted his head in honest confusion. He wasn't accustomed to working with - living things. It was a shift he wasn't sure he could handle. He shifted awkwardly, looking down at the skeleton before tapping at his own face thoughtfully. "Hm. It'd be better if you could talk. Can you talk?" He asked, his eyes suddenly wide with curiosity. He had heard the subject mutter protests earlier, but if he could form a conversation - it would be a good test to the mental state, anyway, and he kept staring at the other, an eager smile spreading over his face.

Noko: She was so excited! She loved to work with dead and reanimate it, but this was even better! They could study their experiment, see how he would adapt to his body despite the drastically different nature of his soul. And she was even more pleased to see her partner further the experiment along as he asked if he could talk.

The skeleton frowned faintly as he tried to gather his thoughts before nodding nervously, clearly scared at the idea of getting hurt. "Y-yes... w-where-" Before he could ask further, the woman shoved a spoonful of pudding in his mouth, he swallowed quickly before coughing. This was wrong, something felt wrong.

"Good boy."

Alaina: "...Interesting..." He raised a brow, pleased to watch the skeleton while his assistant took care of it, looking for any signs of weakness or abnormal reactions - the boy seemed to be adapting at an incredible rate, which was making him giddy and proud with just how well he had done. He walked around the room a moment, watching to see if the eyelights were going to follow him or remained focused on the woman feeding him - he couldn't help but chuckle, she was kind of cute, so excited to 'care' for the little experiment. "He definitely looks strong - should we... see if he can move? I'd like to at least test his reflexes."

Noko: Surprisingly, the subject kept following the man's movements, alert and scared about what they would do next, after all, he was one that had hurt him. "how long? Where...? Who? What?" He closed his eyesockets, frowning as he was on the verge of panic, all he could recall for now was that impression of falling before he woke up... He opened his eyes once more as this one proposed to free him... or at least that's what he understood. He still felt wrong...

"Well... now that you say it... it's not like it can run with one leg missing." She put the cup of pudding on the side and loosened the straps that were straining the subject. The first thing the Skelton did was to sit up, grimacing before it froze at the sight of his bones... he... was sure it wasn't supposed to look like that. He stared at his hands, moving them, completely lost in his mind, a fascinated, yet scared expression on his face as it felt so light... they were not his...

Alaina: "Oh this oughta be interesting." The male interjected, turning to stand right beside his subject as he watched the skeleton move, definitely taking in his new body. "Pretty good, right?!" He stated proudly, looking the skeleton up and down. "The key to soul transfers is making sure the magic is JUST right! Building the whole system from the ground up! It's got to be PERFECT or nothing works. I must say I've totally outdone myself this time, I can't believe you're even awake - ahahha!" He laughed heartily, clearly proud of himself and his own work as he tended to ramble about his own accomplishments,turning to his assistant. "I've had plenty of practice, but this is a success definitely worthy of the record books if I do say so myself."

Noko: His hands ran over his bones as if he was looking for something that wasn't there, grimacing as his broken arm was hurting really bad whenever he was moving it... He barely registered what the others were saying as he tried to assimilate what he was supposed to be... trying to picture what he was supposed to look like, but failing no matter how hard he tried to remember. He barely had time to think that the woman distracted him. Poking his forehead to get his attention. "I need to see your motor skills." She offered him another spoonful of pudding. "Take it."

He started to shake, clearly due to the mental shock more then because his body had trouble to stay stable. He closed his fingers over the utensil before taking another bite of pudding, famished.

"Good boy."

Alaina: The male started to jot down notes, frowning as his subjects mental state was affecting his results - he wasn't too pleased about that, but he supposed there wasn't much helping it. Transferring bodies was sure to leave some sort of effect - it would be interesting to see if the subject could handle it. "Ehh... I'd like to see improvement over the next few hours." He said blandly with a shrug, tapping at his notes with a pen. "Not a bad start though. You - uh. C." He started, pointing at the skeleton. "Tell me - do you actually feel hunger, or are you just eating to eat?"

Noko: The assistant observed with attention how the subject was reacting... there was signs of trauma, which she expected from a soul that hadn't been revived in the 'proper' form of their art, she didn't care much for their experiment, but she definitely seemed more enthusiastic than her partner, using soft words to play with the 'child's mind. The more docile, the better.

And it was working, her encouragement, almost working like a maternal figure, seemed enough to keep the subject calm despite his clear confusion. As the man called him "C", this one looked at him, unsure... was it his name? It didn't feel like it. He hesitated a moment, nervous to reply. "I-I'm hungry... feels... empty." He moved one hand over his stomach... as if something was supposed there.

Alaina: "Hmmmm.... good, very good!" His smile returned, pleased as he started to return to his notes happily - jotting quickly. "Makes sense, after all - now... do you remember anything? I'm very curious to know how your memory has retained - if at all." He explained simply, flatly as he kept looking over the skeleton.

Noko: Memories... uh... He frowned, his mind more and more alert at the other words while he tried to reply to the question properly. "I r-remember... falling? That my body isn't.... like that... I... I don't know... I don't know!!!" He repeated, holding his skull on the verge of panic. The assistant quickly reacting by taking his hand, a serious expression on her face as she tried to be as sweet as possible despite her lack of practice.

"It's alright, it might take time for it to come back, you went through a lot of shock. We're just asking you a question, alright? Nothing to be scared about. You're doing good..." She took the spoon away from his hand to dip it in the pudding again and feed him. Here. Eat, you need it.

The skeleton obeyed meekly, fighting his weirded out mind.

Alaina: "Mmm...." The male quieted himself, withdrawing thoughtfully as he let his assistant handle the subject - he would like to get as much info as possible before something possibly happened. Either way, he took a step back, putting a sterile smile on. "Well, take your time then. Eat something. We'd like to keep a careful eye on you, of course...." He stated, voice starting to trail as he was more just trying to judge the skeletons reactions than purposeful prod at his unstable mentality.

Noko: She offered him the rest of the cup, stroking the top of his skull as she placed the spoon back in it. "Did you hear him? Eat as much as you can. You went through a lot, and you need to build strength. Alright?"

The skeleton nodded faintly before keep eating, his appetite growing as he ate more, he was famished, and it was enough to distract his unstable mentality. The assistant was disappointed… but she hoped that this one would start to remember who he used to be, even a little. She didn't let herself get discouraged, however glad that she had managed to make him docile for now, she looked at her partner. "Perhaps we could test his reflex and mind? I mean, he still pretty confused, but I want to see if only the memories have been affected."

Alaina: "Hmm.... I think I have just the thing." The male stated brightly, coming up with an idea as he ran out of the room for a moment. He returned shortly with a couple books and a pen - one was a dusty old workbook and the other was a simple word puzzle book. "Here - see if he can't work that brain of his just a little. Some focused thought might help him... stabilize." He gave an awkward look as he passed over the objects, not used to having to be 'delicate' as he was now minding what he was saying. They had trained themselves to not think of their subjects as people, it was easier that way - but this... thing was clearly scared and confused and he needed a calm mind to see just how effective his work had been. "I can go over his reflexes in a moment, maybe?" He offered as almost an afterthought.

Noko: As the man left the room, the assistant praised their experiment as it seemed to enjoy the taste of the pudding as he ate it faster at each new bite, stroking his head as if she was praising a dog. That's a good boy, keep eating as much as you can. She was actually really fascinated at how well this subject was doing as he was the first one to ever have an appetite. As her partner came back with books, this one smiled cheerfully. "Perfect! I think it's just what he needs." She took the empty cup and the spoon before looking at it. "Be good and there will be more for you... Understood?"

The skeleton nodded faintly as his attention moved over his bones once more. Why didn't he have any clothes? Who were these people? What happened to him? "Is....it going.... to hurt again?"

Alaina: The man looked thoughtful a moment - he definitely thought his assistant had the right idea about bribing the little 'pet' - and he offered a plastic smile. "I'm done with my extreme testing - I WOULD like to get some more samples as you stabilize but it will go a lot easier if you behave. Promise." He was not a warm person by any means, but there was definitely an edge of truth to his words - and he certainly gave off the impression that he was going to get what he wanted, one way or another. He noted the arm he had shattered the previous day, nodding towards it with the smallest smidgen of understanding. "There won't be any more of that, if that's what you're worried about."

Noko: She was glad to see that her partner played along to manipulate their experiment. As long they would give him a good reason to behave, it would make things easier if their experiment was stable enough for their numerous tests. She smiled as she saw subject C nod in agreement while his hand rested on his hurt arm. "O-okay..." There were so many questions... like where he came from and who was he and what happened to him... yet... he somehow didn't think that he was allowed to ask for an answer.

"Perfect! We will put you through a number of tests now, just do your best, we want to see what you are capable of." She looked at her partner, amused and thrilled to discover more.

Alaina: "Okay - now..." He paused momentarily, an idea coming to mind as he turned to his assistant. "My dear, maybe he would work a little better in some clothes? It is kind of cold down here. Here, my assistant will fetch you something to put on if you can show me how comprehensive you are." He said with a smile, pushing a book into the skeletons lap. "Just read and complete some of the puzzles if you can." He asked eagerly, a curious grin crossing his face as he pulled up a chair to sit in.

Noko: The assistant blinked in surprise as her partner proposed some clothes in exchange of a few puzzles... she didn't understand the point of giving the subject clothes but she shrugged before heading out, the skeleton following her with his eyes before the man placed a book over his lap. He stared at the book a moment before opening it.... finding the texture under his fingers different then what he was used to. "Uhm... I-I need a pen..." He said as he was looking at the puzzles in front of his eyes, some seemed really hard... but he honestly didn't know what else he could do aside from obeying.

Alaina: "All right." He waited just a moment before digging the required tool out of his pocket, holding it out for the skeleton. He purposefully held it a little further away, waiting to see if the subject had the coordination and strength to lean forward and reach for it. He continued giving a plastic smile, holding it just out of immediate arms reach. "Here ya go."

Noko: The skeleton blinked when the man handed him the pen... but too far away for him to reach it... was it another test... again? He shifted himself to sit on the border of the table to stretch his healthy arm and grab it. "Thanks..." He then reinstalled himself properly, as he started to solve the simple

crossword puzzles. Curiously, the words came easy in his mind as he actually... knew without really knowing where he had learned all that.

The assistant came back with a shirt. "This is the only clothes I have found that aren't covered in mold."

Alaina: "It'll do." The male nodded in satisfaction, watching his subject move and think naturally - he really had adapted to his body almost perfectly without even realizing it, only his mind was confused and lost. It became almost a game, watching the skeletons face when he got stumped only to see realization lit up his features - just like any other person, and he started to smile at his own accomplishments, so absorbed in just studying the other he barely acknowledged anything else happening in the room for quite some time, just...staring at the experiment like an animal in a zoo.

Noko: She noticed how well the experiment was doing with the crosswords... it was so goodbye to see how his cognitive mind seemed to work really well despite the lack of memories. "I'll have to test its memories some more since it seems to remember information from its past life... Mmmh..." She thought while stroking her chin, she would have brought memory games to test his vision even have a 'therapy' session. "I need to see how it thinks... Wait!" She looked at her partner. "Where is its old body?"

The skeleton raised his head as he listened to the woman. A confused yet worried expression on his face. "My... old body ?"

Alaina: "Oh, I haven't cleaned it up yet." The male replied, shrugging with a touch of disinterest. "We've been distracted, so its probably still on the examination table." His attention turned towards his little pet project, and he started to beam proudly. "Oh yeah, it was pretty beat up - still not sure what it was doing just lying in the alley though."

Noko: The woman smiled, please, the corpse was probably rotting, she had no intention to show it to their experiement, the shock would probably cause his mind to lose the little stability they had with him... at least for now. She wanted however, to stimulate it's long-term memories. "Perfect! I won't be long!" She walked away, far from caring about the experiment as the skeleton seemed to realize something.

The skeleton frowned as the man described his old body... "So... that feeling... that body.... it's not mine"? He moved his fingers slowly, clearly starting to depersonalize.

Alaina: "Correct." The man said with a pleased smile, gesturing towards his little experiment with a great deal of pride- he was happy to talk about how great he was, obviously very excited over his 'art'. "You were quite dead, but soul intact. I saved you." He emphasized with an excited grin, leaning over slightly to watch his subject. "Wasn't sure if it was going to work, but I must be more talented than I thought -"

Noko: Quite dead... then that impression of falling that he had when he woke up, the first memories that were in his mind... was it the moment he died? Did he really die? Who was this body he was in? His expression became empty for a moment before he looked up at the man. "You.... saved me?" It didn't feel like he had been saved... they called him subject C... this place didn't look like a hospital. "Y-you broke my arm..."

The woman came back, a set of clothes in her arms. I'm back, sorry to take so long, you were right. That guy is heavy!

Alaina: "Ahaha, sorry - " He stated emptily, waving his hand in front of his face dismissively. "I wasn't sure you were going to wake up! You're the first success we've had that's remained conscious - I test every new experiment for stability to see what I did right, what I did wrong...but you...you're my greatest MASTERPIECE!" He said with a grin, his face lighting up to ridiculous levels before his assistant's voice drew his attention, his head spinning around to watch her - and he quickly caught on to what she was doing. "OOOH brilliant my dear!! You never cease to impress - "

Noko: The skeleton looked away when the male apologized... it felt cold and empty... and he honestly didn't like it... He was so scared from the moment he had woken up... The man was talking about him like he wasn't even human. Like he was just some kind of object that he was studying... and nothing more. He started to distract his confused mind with more puzzles, at least they wouldn't hurt him more if he did good or bad, when the woman suddenly came back with something... familiar? Without really thinking, the skeleton slid off the table to walk toward her, but he only found himself falling into a faceplant as he attempted to walk on his missing leg. The woman couldn't help herself but chuckle at the result as she went over to help it stand up. "You're missing a leg, what were you thinking?" She looked down at the clothes as she found it grabbing at the fabric.

Alaina: The man let out a light laugh as well, almost smirking at him. "Well, he moved well despite it." He commented naturally, cocking a brow as they tried to stand from the floor, and he reached down to help pick up their subject, wondering lightly if he had managed to injure himself. "Still, that was a good effort."

Noko: She managed to help him stand up slowly and sat on the table once more. "Really good, it seems to remember all his motricity... or perhaps it's the body that recalls it, either way, they were pretty good." She looked at how the skeleton was holding at the clothes, staring at it. "Does it remind you something?"

He didn't say a word, his thumbs stroking the fabric, it felt like... he had worn that... that someone used to complain about how often he wore it. "It's my shirt?" But why couldn't he recall anything further than that...? What was his name?

"Yes! It's your shirt C. That's really great!"

Alaina: He also smiled, impressed with the progress. "Yes, your clothes." He pondered, his thoughts wondering if he should push it any further or not... helping to encourage the subjects thought process at all. "I found you face down in an alley, you looked like you had fallen from one of the apartments. That's all I saw though." He explained simply, looking down at the clothes. "Is that the kind of thing you like?"

Noko: The skeleton stared at his clothes silently, frowning as he listened to him and tried to remember what he had been doing. "I fell... I was... trying to do... something..." When the man asked him if he liked it... "I think... I wear that a lot..."

The woman rubbed her chin before looking at her partner. "Do you think it's a general amnesia or that its soul has trouble to dissociate from his current body?" She didn't care much about the young subject, only trying to understand why his thought process was so blurred when it came from its memories.

Alaina: "It could also be the trauma of the procedure." He stated with a shrug, tilting his head in thought himself. "Something about the mind tries to keep things... intact, when stuff gets too hard to 'handle'." He scratched at his own head in mild frustration - he wished that wasn't the case, it would make things a lot easier. "But it could also be a combination of everything, it's too soon to tell really. If it gets better with time, it's probably dissociation, if it isn't... could be the soul protecting itself, or amnesia is just a side affect... I'm not sure." He stated honestly, frowning at his lack of understanding.

Noko: As she saw her partner's frustration, she offered him an amused smirk, patting his shoulders. "There, there. It's why I'm here for, after all, I'll just keep doing more tests until we got the answers. If it's just his soul adjusting, some of his memories might just come back as time pass." She loved these kinds of puzzles, it was different than those mindless subjects that she had to handle every day at their lab. She looked at their experiment, a larger smile on her face. "There, how about we put your clothes on, mmmh? The woman slowly took the shirt from him. "Raise your arms."

He obeyed before raising his arms, grimacing at the pain coming from the fracture.

"Mgh...."

Alaina: "Well...if that's the case. I'll keep running tests - oh. I would like a sample, now that he's calmed down." He reminded, looking more at his assistant than the subject, as if searching out her approval to retrieve what he wanted. This was simply not his area of expertise, but he definitely wanted to see how the magic was acting now that it was given time to even out.

Noko: She waved her hand as she clearly didn't mind it. "Let me dress it up and you'll be able to take as many samples as you want." She helped the experiment to dress up as he visibly had trouble to move his arm because of the injury.

The skeleton moved down his arms down stretching the shirt in incomprehension. "Bigger than I.... remember..."

"Your new body is younger. And without muscles, you definitely need smaller clothes." She stated as she put his pants on before looking at him with a serious expression on her face. "Now be a good boy, we need magic samples to see how your body adapted. Then you'll rest."

The skeleton remained silent before nodding, sure that he had no choice.

Alaina: "Now lay back and stay calm." The man instructed clearly, his voice cold and sterile as he moved to retrieve his trolley of supplies, pulling it over as he glanced over his instruments. He definitely wanted a soul sample... and maybe a main line sample? He pondered a moment before snapping on a pair of latex gloves, reaching for a large syringe as he gestured towards the subject. "Soul first."

Noko: The skeleton was about to lay back on his table when he froze as the man put his gloves on, his own hand pressing against his chest when the man requested his soul, the large syringe scaring him... recalling way too much what happened a while ago. He shook his head slowly. "N-no... Please... that h-hurt a lot..." He admitted, terrified about the idea of feeling the syringe sink into his soul again.

The woman frowned, disappointed before pressing him down against the table. "I said, be good. So no complaining."

"N-no..." He started to struggle, terrified.

Alaina: "Would you rather I tie you down again?" The man stated warningly, narrowing his gaze at his subject a moment. "It'll hurt less if you cooperate, but you need to relax ." He frowned down at the other, displeasure hardening his features. "Soul. Now." He stated sternly, a certain level of threat holding in his tone - nobody was going to keep him from HIS research.

Noko: He froze as the man menaced to tie him to the table again. He was breathing heavily, still terrified by the idea a syringe would sink into his soul. "B-but..." He started, tears feeling up his eyesockets before trying his best to obey and relax just like the man said... it would be worse if he didn't. Without any hesitation, and far from delicate as well, she grabbed the subject's soul by force and handed it over to her partner. "Here." She looked at it with a cold gaze. "Now don't move and relax."

Alaina: "Thank you, my dear. See, being cooperative helps a lot." The man stated in partial encouragement, running over the small organ to look for a good spot - it was unfortunate for the skeleton but his most active, most concentrated magic was deep in the magical heart, and he looked over it like a puzzle before squeezing lightly to get a good grip, shoving the needle almost carelessly into the spot he needed.

Noko: He held his breath, tensing up as the woman held his soul, shivering and crying in response. That wasn't cooperation! Not at all! He was forced to do things he didn't want... It felt wrong... and when then man manipulated his soul. It felt even worse... it hurt, it made him twitch and shift of discomfort, near to lose the little calm he had left as he was close to panicking again. The skeleton started crying when he felt the needle sink deep into his thrumming soul. The woman sighed out of annoyance, keeping him in place as he started to struggle.

"Stop complaining. It's nothing."

Alaina: The male ignored him, fully focused on getting what he needed - several heavy samples from the small soul. He filled vial after vial, before finally he had enough to be satisfied, his face twitched in annoyance as the child continued to struggle. It was distracting, which was making the whole process less fun. He yanked the syringe when he was done, his movements a little more harsh as he was slowly growing frustrated. "Put him on his side." He instructed harshly, securing the samples before reaching over for a new instrument, the sound of metal clattering against the each other as he moved.

Noko: The woman obeyed without caring much about her struggling subject, only too start using the straps, becoming just as annoyed as her partner. "Stop moving! The more you will the more unpleasant it will get for you !"

The subject didn't listen, the sound of the metal instrument only create more fear out of him. "W-what are you doing ?! Please.... s-stop..." He sobbed. "Stop... no more pain... please..." He didn't like this... He wanted this to end. He didn't know what else was waiting for him... but being restrained made it worse.

"Manipulation doesn't seem to work... It isn't cooperative." She said with a frown.

Alaina: "Leave it then, don't tire yourself out." He returned with a sigh, pausing his work to help secure their struggling subject. "It doesn't matter anyway, it's clear the mind is mostly intact - I think we can consider this a full success, just make sure we note the deficiencies." He mentioned before setting himself in a chair next to the table, dragging his trolley over to settle in for some deeper experimentation. So long as he was here, he might as well do a little more, and with the subject restrained it was already much more enjoyable. The spread his tools out in front of him carefully, choosing a special scalpel made for skeletons first before choosing a vertebrae to cut into - no sense in wasting his time with a needle, and a closer look of how the magic line was looking would be nice anyway. He dug the tool deep into a middle bone, using his free hand to grasp at it while he did so, using deep, strong strokes to split the area so he could expose the delicate magic flowing underneath.

Noko: The skeleton kept crying, begging them to stop, what they were doing... it felt wrong and terrifying, like a nightmare of both confusion and pain and that since he woke up... He wanted answers, about who he was... what happened to him... what he had become and what would happen to him. The man said that he had saved him... but it didn't feel like it.

The woman attached it really tight so that it wouldn't move, the little warmth gone for good as she immobilized it. She nodded as her partner said to forget about making the experiment more docile. "Subject C ready." She ignored the experiment that was struggling, only amused by it's scream when the man cut into his vertebrae to expose the main magic line. "Try to avoid damage it. I still need to run some cognitive test later."

The skeleton closed his eyes, sobbing as he felt the instruments sink in his exposed magic.

Alaina: "No promises. I've never had an opportunity like this before..." The man muttered, poking at the line curiously. He spent a good few hours taking samples and poking at the area, surgically exploring it by cutting it open and peeling back the layers, in a couple different places, curious to see just how perfectly he had 'built' his little project. It wasn't until he felt tired that he even realized how long he had sat there, letting out a deep yawn before staring at his hands, a messy mix of blood and magic staining his work area, and he slowly stood to clean himself and his area up, whisking the samples away for analysis. "Do what you like. I'll be back in the morning." He shrugged, nodding towards his assistant tiredly before preparing himself to turn in for the evening.

Noko: The woman kept observing her partner's work, taking notes as if their experiments was nothing but a bunch of bones inert, ignoring the screams and cry coming out from it. At some point, all it managed to do at the end was shaking while whimpering faint noises of protest. His face damped with his own tears. He couldn't yell anymore, the pain too great to even make a proper sound. "Alright. I'll clean your mess." She started to clean the table, applying a rough bandage over the spine. She recorded vocal notes. Tossing the instruments on the rolling table before sending it out of the room. She installed their experiment on its back, too weak to fight back. "Rest. You'll have a rough day tomorrow." She turned off the light before leaving it alone in the dark.

Alaina: The male rose early the next day, eager to get back to work - but he checked on his running samples first, a faint frown on his face as he ran over the results. The soul was not what he wanted to see, the trait something rather unique, not something he expected to come across... it dampened his mood considerably, and he sat down to file at his findings a moment, looking extremely dejected the whole while before he debated on going back to his subject... well, he could get a few more good readings out of him, at least understand what they were looking for to accomplish. But his interest was quickly banished from keeping the so-called 'masterpiece' around...

Noko: The skeleton didn't sleep well, the pain too great for his body to manage, this one was suffering from a light and unpleasant fever, his breath uneven... The only time he dreamt was really terrifying, filled with fear and... the moment he died.

The man's assistant woken up much earlier. Filing some paper work, she didn't wait for her partner to wake up to disturb the subject's poor sleep to take a look at its condition. Despite the test from yesterday, subject C remained responsive to light, touch and pain... this was a little disappointing too, she was pretty sure that its cognition would be affected by the pain he was under... oh well... All she could do was work with was she had. "So, Sleepyhead. Still hungry? Hey, you." She tapped the boy's cheek as he was losing focus.

"Mgh... n-no... no more pain... please..."

Alaina: The male practically burst into the room, striding with heavy steps as he was clearly disappointed. "How is C responding?" He asked, sounding extremely bored. He let his own papers fall onto a nearby desk heavily, trying to distract himself by re-organizing his instruments. He was so bored. I wanted to make a masterpiece, a true one - this thing in front of him was nothing but another failure - he could only learn at this point.

Noko: "Still in shock from the procedure of last night. But still good enough for more test I assume." She paused, noticing the disappointed look on her partner's face... that was a bad news. And when this one dropped his papers on the table, she blinked out of confusion. "What's going on? How's the result from the simple? Not satisfying?" She moved her attention on the subject, snapping her fingers in front of its face. "Hey. Stay awake here."

The skeleton frowned as he started to cry, scared of what would come really soon. Thanks to the sound of the metal clicking on the platter. "P-Please... n-no more test... please..."

"Shut your mouth. I want you to respond to more test. I don't care if you don't want to. It's that or we hurt you more."

Alaina: "My dear I know how excited you were over this, but..." He sighed, passing over some of his findings. "His soul is endurance based - he probably only survived the procedure because of this specific soul trait - I have no doubt that it was a major attributing factor.... regardless, I have no interest in keeping it. I'd much rather harvest what I can and just.... send for a teleport. ...I want to move on." He sighed, definitely disappointed and discouraged - the subject was nothing but a husk to him now, and he wanted to CREATE - he couldn't do that working on a ruined project, and he reached over for his gloves. "Bring him here."

Noko: The woman's expression quickly flattered, clearly disappointed herself as she learned that the soul only survived because of its trait... She took a deep breath, trying to see the good out of it. "At least... We know that it IS possible... right? We just need to right formula, to make sure any soul could be as endurant as this one for a soul transfer..." She grimaced a moment before sighing. "Can we at least learn more about his mental state? I was just about to work on that. I want to know if that amnesia is permanent or not..." She wasn't trying to buy time with the experiment, but she wanted to make sure everything was properly done before they throw it away. She slides the weak, struggling and sobbing body near of her partner, disappointed. "All I would need is a memory, a clear one that would make it possible to transfert a consciousness in another body..."

Alaina: He looked over, but nodded. "Do what you want. I just want to make a few more extractions. I'll go ahead and schedule the teleporter while you... have your moment." He stated, clearly discouraged and lack of any enthusiasm. He didn't even really want to look at the thing, it was just a reminder that he hadn't been able to prefect his craft as perfectly as he wanted, and he turned to leave the room. "Take your time, I'll get what I want when you're done." He rambled as he waved a good bye, clearly done with the whole thing.

Noko: The skeleton listened to them... were they talking to get rid of him? Would they leave him for dead? He couldn't ask... he was too scared, especially since the woman told him to shut up.

"Perfect." The woman was now left alone, playing with the instrument herself before gathering her own documents. She took a deep breath before turning back to the subject. "You WILL cooperate, do your best and I MIGHT convince him to be gentle with you. Now, Remember anything about your past? A smell, a sound? Anything?"

The child shook his head a moment frowning as he did his best to remain calm and try to remember. "I... I fell from the building... I think I tried to... save something... a... a cat? And my foot slipped? I think... I-I don't know... I... dreamed about it..."

"Mmmh..." She seemed disappointed before making him do a few tests to play with his memories. But after a while, she simply gave up. The subject was too stressed to give proper results.

Alaina: After awhile, the man returned, still clearly having a bit of a loss of interest at the project, but he made sure that his assistant was at least mostly satisfied before he instructed her aid of his final extractions. He dug into the small soul, cutting out a small piece for himself with a biopsy tool to keep, something of a 'souvenir' as it was, that could easily be used for more readings later. He poked at the skeletons systems, snapping a lower rib just to watch the magic and marrow flow, gathering some of the fluids before setting his little experiment back on his side, cutting open no less than three more of the vertebrae, all in vital places to get a good idea of the more important junctions of the magic system. He was nearly done when a third person showed up, rolling his eyes around the room boredly and knocking.

"Yo. Ya called for a bug out?" The new person was Metazoan, mouse-like animal traits formed his features, and he glanced at the broken body lying on the table, his face cocking into a grin.

"Whoa."

"Ah, yes! Nearly done here, just need to...grab this..." The male stated simply, pulling away his final extraction before rising, moving his tools so he could enjoy to properly clean them himself. "We just need him away, of course."

"Aight...any place in particular?"

"Just not here." The man stated, nodding. "Nowhere near here."

Noko: At first the child responded to pain like before, screaming every time the man cut through his bones, sobbing heavily as he begged him to stop, his body trembling as it was going under a lot of stress and torture. Without any painkillers, the instruments were burning him, and the restraints stopped him from moving like he wanted. But when then men snapped one of his bones, the child almost immediately lost consciousness, from both the pain and the lack of blood he was going through.

The woman only gave it a few hours before it would die without the proper care, it was already feverish,

it's breath irregular and loud... what a disappointment. Another failure...

Alaina: "Not our problem." The man stated, nodding toward the teleporter who just shrugged, grabbing at his 'assignment' with little care or reason before vanishing in a blink. He had meant to just dump the body on the outskirts of a town somewhere, off the side a road in a ditch where he could just let the sand naturally cover the victim - but somewhere along the line his calculations messed up, and he smacked into a hard wall, groaning as he dropped his 'package' in an alleyway. They were definitely hundreds of miles from their origin, but not quite as far as he had hoped - frowning when a scream alerted him - he wasn't alone. He stared dead at the woman who had seen him appear, horrified by the mangled body that had slumped to the ground - he blinked once before disappearing on reflex, trained to be seen as little as possible. The woman scrambled to call the emergency number after attempts to rouse the young, abandoned skeleton were a total failure... and it was clear he was getting sick, his fever starting to pitch high.

Once in medical hands, the emergency team that he had happened to fall under care of just grimaced - his bones had been methodically torn, he was losing blood and magic all over the place, and was rushed almost immediately into the ER surgery. With no ID and nothing to identify him, calls went out all over the place...but nobody seemed to be missing a young skeleton child in the area, and even as the calls went further and further out...nobody seemed to know anything... and he matched no missing persons record...

The surgery took hours, the on hand staff spending meticulous, careful time to rebuild the split and broken vertebrae, as many of them were almost damaged beyond repair, but with the help of good practice and a healer they managed to restore it almost perfectly. He was lucky the rib was an easy fix, but the surgeon was so exhausted he didn't have time to fix the arm - it was so shattered it would need to be taken care of separately at a later time. The John Doe skeleton was set up carefully in bed to lay on his side, propped gently with pillows and his arm suspended from the ceiling so that it was comfortable, his body too wracked to lay him down properly without causing more soreness. It was clear he would be in pain, even with a heavy dose of painkillers and antibiotics running through him. The nurse assigned to him settled him in a room, carefully reading his condition. They couldn't even write his name down... she was an attentive person though, and at one point, after waiting long enough to get accustomed to the mystery patient, she carefully sat at his bedside and start to clean his face and body tenderly, hoping that he would wake in at least a bit of comfort....

#roleplay #rp #finch #finch part 1 #necromancers #soul #soul transfer #LOTS of worldbuilding in these first parts #ahahah...#finch rp

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Kiss me (whispering words of love)

Pairing: Ash Lynx/Eiji Okumura

Rating: Teen

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Summary: Eiji discovers that there are other ways that can make him fly besides pole-vaulting.

Notes: aye aye! I'm here again and I seriously think you'll get tired of seeing me here but whatever-I'm here with what I think will be a three-shot! I had this idea in my head for a few days and ended up writing the first chapter in an afternoon because I just couldn't resist it. I've had so much fun writing the Sing vs the stool... and kudos for who guesses who the sound technician is ;)also sorry if i depicted depression the wrong way? I don't think so 'cause I suffer from depression and I pretty much wrote what I feel, but if you feel like i fucked up, please do tell me!Btw! I'll list the songs referenced, they are all songs I love hehe so I self inserted myself a little bit hereNever gonna give you up by Rick Astley (yes, I like it unironically) You're gonna go far kid by the Offspring The Riddle, the cover by Cecile Corbel Luka by Suzanne Vega and My long forgotten cloistered sleep by Yuuki Kajiura! I think this one is an Asheiji song and I really love it! this song is from where I got the idea for the titleSee you in the next chapter <3 please tell me what you think! Kudos and comments are much appreciated

fic under the cut!

“Ei-chan, are you sure you can do this?” Ibe-san asked from his bed. He was feeling rather sick even though he said and insisted otherwise, but that wouldn't fool Eiji Okumura that easily. He had known Ibe-san for quite a lot of time and it was him who brought Eiji to the United States in the first place, so of course they knew each other.

“Ibe-san, I told you like ten times already. Yes, I can. I'm your assistant, but I'm not a 7 year old boy handling his new toy camera.” Eiji snapped in a friendly demeanor. “It's not a hard job anyway, right? I've just got to take pictures of the singers” Eiji finished.

That was it, nothing more, nothing less. A cafe called Banana Fish, which was just around the corner where Ibe and Eiji lived in their small, rented apartment, had just announced they would be holding open mic nights, and the first one was going to be that very Saturday night. In fact, Eiji had to take his leave soon if he didn't want to run late for the job, even though it wasn't his job to begin with.

Eiji carefully took the cameras (he chose three of them, the first one he received, a present from Ibe, another one that was quite good, and then Ibe's, the best camera they had) as Ibe-san eyed him from the bed, cold towel in his forehead, a habit they performed in Japan; jeez, the man was still being stubborn even after Eiji convinced him to stay in bed?

He had always been like that. When Eiji had started pole-vaulting he didn't see himself as the subject for professional photographers, he never thought he was enough or that he could fly as high as other people did, but Ibe-san believed in him and was stubborn until the end. After a few months, Shunichi Ibe became a famous athlete photographer and Eiji Okumura became an excellent pole-vaulter.

Until the injury came and Eiji fell into a deep depression. He did not want to get out of bed anymore, he did not have a reason to stay awake anymore now that he couldn't devote himself to the only thing he enjoyed, the only ray of light in the darkness and dullness of his life. Sure, since he started going to the therapist everything was getting better, but he knew that staying in the same place would not help him at all, since his room full of prizes reminded him that everything was over.

That was when Ibe-san and his world-famous stubbornness returned to Eiji's life, and they went to America together, Eiji working as Ibe's assistant. He had been in a lot of places helping Ibe; in music studios, in the radio, in concerts... Ibe was constantly being asked for his services since people knew he was a great photographer that exceeded himself not only in the field of athletic photography, but in photography in general.

And then Nadia Wong, the manager and owner of the Banana Fish cafe contacted him since her brother Shorter had had the idea of hosting open mic nights, and unlike the majority of Shorter's ideas, the open mic night seemed something appealing to the customers.

Eiji carefully packed everything into his bag and waved goodbye to Ibe one last time, telling him not to leave the bed and to call him if something happened, too.

Eiji was incredibly responsible for being only 19. He had to be since he had an 8 year old sister and had to take care of her most of the time, since their parents worked a lot of hours and were to tired to babysit when they came home.

After literally five minutes of walking down the beautifully lit street, Eiji reached the cafe. From the outside it didn't look like anything special: there was a lit sign at the top of the door, the yellow lights blinding Eiji a little bit. There was a small banana next to the B and a small drawing of a fish in blue lights at the end of the sign, next to the S. The door was that; a door, nothing more, nothing less. It was a wooden door with a crystal pane on the middle, so you could see the inside. A small “we're open” sign hanged from the doorknob. The Japanese inhaled a sharp breath and entered the place, unsure of what he was going to find.

He found what he had expected; just a few people. The establishment was far from being empty, but it was far from being full, too. Not that Eiji was displeased by that, he didn't really like huge crowds. As the small bell hanging from the doorknob rang when Eiji entered, a bald guy with sunglasses approached him (who the hell wears sunglasses when it's not sunny and they're not even outside) (also why was he bald).

(and why was Eiji thinking about that).

“Yo! You're the photographer, right? I'm Shorter!” The boy -Shorter- introduced himself and energetically held out his hand, which Eiji hesitantly held for a moment.

“I'm his assistant, Ibe-san is sick so I came here instead. Are you the boss?” Eiji innocently asked.

A huge, loud laughter was Shorter's response, followed by two -also loud- friendly pats on the Japanese's back.

“Oh, no, I'm a bartender. My sister's the boss.” He said.

Oh, right. Nadia Wong. He had forgotten about it. He was too nervous to remember all the details since Eiji had a little weakness for singers and he was going to witness an open mic night and there was a high chance of cute boys being part of the participants.

He gulped. Focus, Eiji. Focus.

“Nadia's busy with paperwork right now so she asked me to welcome you here, so welcome, I guess?” Shorter said. He looked like a kind, easy-going guy, Eiji was feeling good talking to him.

Before coming to America he had shut himself in and forgotten everything about social interaction; he stopped seeing his friends, stopped talking to everyone but his family and (reluctantly at first) Ibe. However, after having spent a few months in New York with Ibe and his friend Max, he was starting to feel comfortable with people little by little.

“Thank you. I guess I can have a seat now? When are you starting?” Eiji kindly asked. The establishment wasn't very modern, nor posh nor classy; it was simple, but it had its charm, or at least, Eiji saw that charm, because he felt pretty welcomed.

Eiji then took a sit and took out his cameras of the bag, carefully studying them wondering which one he would use.

“May I order something?” Eiji asked.

“Of course! It's on the house.” Shorter answered, snapping his fingers in a “cool” gimmick.

“Okay, I'd like a green tea, then.” Eiji told Shorter with a smile.

“Gotcha!” Shorter answered as he took his leave and went to the counter to rapidly prepare Eiji's tea.

A few minutes after their conversation, Shorter came back with a small cup of a hot, steaming green tea. Its smell was delicious.

“The first participant will be on the stage in 15 minutes” Shorter stated. “Hey!! you have three cameras? How cool! Can I touch them?” Shorter asked energetically, as a child who has just gotten a piece of candy and wanted more.

“If you keep insisting... okay, take this one. But please be careful, it carries a high sentimental value for me.” Eiji fondly said, this camera was a present by Ibe. He came one day to his house with this camera and told him that they would be going to the USA if he didn't mind, because he cared for Eiji and he knew that he needed to do something, or otherwise, he would end up more depressed as days kept going by.

Eiji reluctantly handed his first camera to Shorter, who started touching it all over and shaking it and, due to the camera being a little bit delicate, the locker where the batteries where stored loosened and three out of the four fell straight to Eiji's tea.

Really? Why did this have to happen to Eiji?

“Fuck! I'm so sorry! I'm bringing another tea to you right away. And here, take the safe battery, you can still use the camera, right? Well, not that you need it if you have two spare ones.” Shorter mockingly laughed.

They aren't spares Eiji thought. But at least he still had one battery so he could use it to take a few non-detailed shots.

A few minutes after that Shorter returned with Eiji's second tea. The Japanese observed the stage; it wasn't huge and it was kind of modest. Wooden floor, a stool that could be lowered down or put up depending on the participant's height, a mike with the same characteristics, a PA system for the mike to be plugged on, and, lastly, an amplifier.

As time kept going by, the establishment began to fill up, even though not to the brim, so Eiji was still okay. Shorter came with Eiji's tea at the right moment, when the first participant got up the stage.

He was a huge, black muscled guy, wearing sunglasses -like Shorter, seriously-. He was wearing a sleeveless denim shirt, half opened, so you could see his muscular chest. He was quite handsome, Eiji had to admit.

The audience thought so, too, as there were a few whistles when he got up the stage, grabbed the mike and introduced himself as “Cain Blood”.

After that, he turned his head to the left, signaling the sound technician to play the song.

Eiji wasn't ready for what he was about to witness. Cain didn't sit in the stool, neither did he sing a lovely song, or a sad ballad, or some piece of heavy metal.

He chose an eighties pop song.

Never gonna give you up by Rick Astley.

Eiji's head lowered until he hit the table with his forehead and he almost spilled his precious green tea.

Why did Ibe-san had to get sick.

Again, focus. Eiji had to take some pictures, he didn't have to record the whole show or to take twenty pictures per participant, right? It would be okay with a few.

But damn if Cain's hip movements and his deep voice weren't distracting as hell. That song had turned into a meme over the years and Cain was making it sound attractive. Eiji didn't know if he wanted to cry, to laugh, to smash the camera or to get up on the stage to dance with Cain. He had to admit that the guy was performing flawlessly, and the loud cheers coming from the audience were another irrefutable proof of Cain's talent.

Before Cain ended singing and dancing, Eiji managed to take some pictures of him; some were blurry and you couldn't distinguish anything because he took them with the second camera but his hand was trembling, but the last ones were taken with such care -and with Ibe-san's camera- that you could even see Cain's sweat in HD.

Good lord.

Before Eiji could realize it, the three or so minutes that the song lasted had passed and Cain thanked the audience. Eiji couldn't help but wonder what would be coming next. He didn't expect Japanese music to sound there (even though he would lie if he said he didn't want to) but he really wasn't expecting the first song to be Never Gonna Give You Up.

What was coming next?

What came next was definitely a funny turn of events.

A short boy came onstage and shouted to the sound technician to hold the stool up higher for him because the mic was too tall firm him to reach it. The boy screamed that loud that all the cafe could hear him and laughed at his little problem, which in turn caused the boy to get angrier.

Unbelievable.

A hard laughter escaped from Eiji's mouth. And he was complaining about this? Damn, this was being a really interesting night, he would have to tell a lot of stuff to Ibe the next day!

His laugh was that hard that even the boy onstage heard him. Oops.

“Hey you! What is it that it's so funny?” He asked, angrily kicking the stool so he almost fell off it. The sound technician had to help him. Poor man, the stool almost hits him in the mouth, what could have happened to his teeth?

Eiji shook his head ant told the boy that nothing was wrong. The boy let out a “hmpff” and hoped off the stool, then grabbed the wired mike and introduced himself.

“I'm not going to need this shit” He said, angrily staring at the stool as if it was his lifelong enemy. “I'm Sing Soo-Ling, by the way.” Sing ended. What a way to introduce yourself, though.

When the music started playing and Sing started moving and energetically shaking his fist to the rhythm of You're gonna go far kid by The Offspring, Eiji grabbed his second camera and started -trying- to take some shots.

Trying being the keyword.

As it had happened before with Cain, Eiji was too distracted. But now he was distracted in another sense of the word.

He was about to burst out laughing and how was he supposed to take pictures like that.

Sing looked like the classic angsty teenager in his rebellion phase screaming, shouting, getting the pitch wrong, jumping like the world was about to end... that was too much. Maybe his battle with the stool had riled him up way to much.

The end of the song was near, so Eiji stilled himself, took a few deep breaths and got a few nice shots. He wasn't just an assistant, he was Shunichi Ibe's assistant, and that meant he wasn't as bad as he thought he was. He was working on his self-esteem, too. Ibe had recommended him to go see a renowned therapist, Blanca. And truth be told, Blanca was really helping Eiji to be more objective about his faults and his virtues; he was more helpful that the 4 types of antidepressants he had tried to take when he was back in Japan.

He could get better. He was getting better.

A sweaty Sing muttered and angry thank you and got off the stage. Eiji wondered if there were many participants left; it was almost 11PM and he wanted to check on Ibe, so he called Shorter to ask him how many people were left.

He protected his cameras with his arms that time. Shorter told him that only three participants were left, two boys and a girl. Eiji thanked him and nodded to himself. Three participants weren't a lot, so he could handle that easily.

The next participant was a boy, but he knew so because Shorter had told him that the girl was standing next to the stage, she was blonde and was wearing a pair of red earrings. Hadn't been for Shorter's information and he would have mistaken the beautiful looking, delicate boy for a girl. He was wearing a long Chinese dress, he was slender and his long, black soft-looking hair was carefully braided. While setting his way to the stage, the participant walked next to Eiji's table and shot him an ugly glare.

Why?

That night had to be one of the strangest ones he's had in ages, Ibe-san wouldn't believe him when he told him about all that: an attractive muscular man singing Never gonna give you up and making it sound sexy, a shorty rivaling a stool, and a delicate looking unknown boy shooting him a glare. What was next?

The boy got up onstage and sat on the stool, which was now settled at his height, as well as the mic. Eiji was busy fumbling with the cameras when the music started playing.

Oh no.

It was a harp. Traditional music. A cover of The Riddle by Cecile Corbel. Not that he disliked it, but it was late in the night, Eiji was irritated, and Yut-Lung's voice (he had introduced himself like that) was way too soft, like a whisper, barely audible.

And he had the guts to glare at him? Eiji smirked to himself. He took hold of the camera with only one battery and started taking blurry, ugly shots. A stupid grin was plastered on his face, he would lie if he said he was not having fun with his little revenge.

But suddenly he was dragged out of his concentration by the noise of someone dragging a chair next to him and a soft voice whispering he's such a snake, isn't he? to Eiji's ear.

He dropped the camera to the table and it almost broke for real.

“My, my, did I scare Mr. Photographer?” The mysterious boy -wearing sunglasses too- asked.

Why the hell did everyone in the Banana Fish wear sunglasses? Was it a Trademark Sign? Was it a prank? Was Eiji dreaming?

What the hell was going on?

Eiji was questioning himself about the sunglasses thing when the boy took them off and his jade green eyes locked with Eiji's dark ones.

He gulped hard.

It would have been better if he had kept the sunglasses on.

“E-excuse me, I have to leave” Eiji said. He had to leave. He has blushing so hard and he didn't want the boy to see this because...

Because he was really good looking.

“How rude of a photographer to leave when there's still two participants left.” He said, and then got up. “Hope you stay to hear me sing.” He whispered, teasingly. And then he left to the other side of the establishment.

That night was being incredibly surrealistic.

Nevertheless, Eiji had to get back to work. Yut-Lung had ended singing and was glaring him from the stage, probably because he had realized that he only has focusing the camera on him for like a minute and that the only pictures he took were completely half-assed.

Whatever. It was time for the fourth participant to start singing, it was the girl's turn.

She introduced herself as Jessica and sang Luka, by Suzanne Vega, a really nice song Ibe liked-

Wait. Jessica? That was Max's wife! What a coincidence, he didn't know Jessica like singing and liked open mic nights.

This was the first one the Banana Fish café was hosting, though.

She sang Luka, by Suzanne Vega. Eiji knew that song; it was about child abuse and it told a heart-breaking story. Eiji liked songs with strong messages such as this one, which informed against some actions that had to be stopped. Jessica was looking nice under the lights and her voice was soft, so he enjoyed the performance. He even teared up a little bit because the song was so sad he couldn't bear to listen to it without tearing up.

After three minutes, Jessica thanked the audience and left the stage.

Only one participant left, only one participant left... Eiji repeated in his mind like a mantra. One participant-

Shit.

That boy.

Effectively, just as Eiji had thought, the last participant was that boy. The blond, attractive, good-looking, handsome too smooth for this world stranger he met in Yut-Lung's performance. He sat in the stool, which was adapted to his height (he was pretty tall) and introduced himself as Ash Lynx.

A wildcat? More like a kitten, you're too beautiful Eiji thought as he grabbed Ibe's camera. There were some things in this life that you have to capture in high definition, and Ash was one of them.

And if that hadn't been enough, when the music started playing, everything became dream-like. Ash started singing In my long forgotten cloistered sleep by Yuuki Kajiura.

Yuuki Kajiura.

A Japanese composer. One of Eiji's favorite composers.

He loved the original version, but the minute he heard Ash start singing he decided against it. He preferred Ash's.

Ash's voice was... magical. He sounded like an angel. Eiji felt himself travel to a whole other world where he was alone with Ash, because through the camera lens he could tell Ash was looking at him and he couldn't bear that while the boy was singing someone kissed me whispering words of love. He wondered if a normal human being on the Earth's surface could bear this. He was hearing an angel and he was looking at an angel.

Maybe he shouldn't say that, but... he was glad? Ibe-san was sick. Eiji knew he was blushing, but the only thing that mattered at that moment was Ash's voice, his magical words and his perfect melody dragging him to a world beyond his imagination... everything was so soft he couldn't believe it was coming from the teasing boy he had met a few time ago. He could tell Ash was kinder and gentler than what he wanted to look like.

God, was he glad that he had not left. Just for witnessing such a marvelous display of magic it had been worth it bearing with Yut-Lung.

My long forgotten cloistered sleep had always been one of Eiji's favorite songs; he would sing it to his sister when she went to sleep, he would mutter it to himself whenever a mental breakdown was coming... this song had been by his side since he had been a child; his father has always loved Yuuki Kajiura, and Eiji did too, thanks to him.

And now Eiji adores Yuuki Kajiura with his whole soul thanks to Ash.

Unnfortunately for Eiji, though, even if for him it could be eternal, Ash's song ended. Without noticing what he was doing, Eiji started clapping his hands energetically, prompting the whole audience to join him. He knew he was tearing up, but he didn't care; this had started mending his soul, he was feeling better than he had in the past few days and it was thanks to a freaking open mic night and a stranger singing his favorite song.

Ash got up from the stool, thanked the audience and smiled right at Eiji.

That was it. He was going to combust, he was blushing impossibly redder, too. His heart was ready to leave his chest and never come back. RIP Eiji Okumura, cause of death; overdose of cuteness and wholesomeness and-

“Did you like my performance?” Ash asked, suddenly being near Eiji.

“It was magical” He said. “There are so many things I could tell you about it but I have to go, my boss is sick and I don't want to leave him alone.” Eiji rambled, he had to come up with an excuse even if it wasn't really an excuse because Ibe was sick and he wanted to take care of him before going to sleep.

“Well, you can tell me tomorrow.” Ash said, his voice soft -he had an amazing singing and speaking voice. Eiji was so glad he came here that night. So glad.-

“When's the next open mic night?” Eiji asked “I might have to come again because my boss always overworks himself and ends up sick too often.” He finished.

“Next Saturday, it's once a week.” Eiji made a sad face, he was going to have to wait a whole week to see Ash again? The world was cruel “But” Ash interrupted his thoughts “We can meet here tomorrow to discuss the pictures you've taken of me.” Ash finished saying, while smiling gently and looking at Eiji.

“Oh, um, okay.” Eiji stuttered. Was this happening for real?

“Give me your number, I'll text you when I get home.” Ash demanded, and Eiji complied immediately.

After that they waved each other goodbye and Eiji waited to be out of the establishment to jump, he really felt like he was flying again, just like when he had heard Ash sing. And he could meet him again!

If this was a dream, Eiji didn't want to wake up.

Wait, he had to wake up, because he was meeting Ash tomorrow.

God, he loved open mic nights; and if he was going to hear Ash sing again, he was going to love them even more, Eiji was positive of that.

#writing #banana fish #asheiji #fluff #coffee shop au #no spoilers #ash lynx #eiji okumura

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All You Never Say

Pairing: Tom x OC

Word Count: 2k

Chapter: “Shivers” 1/ ?

Summary: Isabelle was baffled at both of them, sighing as she decided to give up and head for her own room. Her eyes met Tom’s as she walked up the stairs, an intriguing look was on his face as he talked on the phone, there was almost a roughness to it which made her frown.

He diverted his eyes after a few seconds, focusing back on his order and a weird feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t know if she should push for it, maybe Harrison was right and Tom was just tired. But she knew him too well, if it were for any other instance, she’d confront him about it right away, this time though, something was stopping her. She didn’t quite understand why she felt weird about this, or maybe she was imagining things. She too was very tired.

or the Friends to lovers AU where Tom’s crushing on his best friend, who’s conveniently his personal assistant and well, things work out for the best and for the worst.

Isabelle unlocked the door and walked inside the large house, sighing deeply as she removed her heels. The lights were still on and she could hear the television playing in the distance, alerting her that the boys were still awake. No surprise there though, it was not even past ten in the evening now, but her soirée felt like it had lasted an eternity.

“B, is that you?” She heard one of them yell from the living room, voice muffled by whatever they were munching on. She loosened her short, brown hair from its intricate bun, ruffling it around.

“Yeah.” She winced at the cold contact of her toes on the floor, still very painful from the heels, which were not even worth it given how her night went. Actually, the time she spent getting ready was a whole waste of energy and makeup. “The taxi dropped me off.”

“What about Joshua?” She walked in the living room and couldn’t help the smile on her face as she took in the view. Tom and Harrison were wrapped up in fuzzy blankets, eyes fixated on the massive TV screen that reflected a blue hue on their faces.

“Joshua is hopefully back to his own home now,” Isabelle replied, motioning at them to move to leave her a spot on the couch. She leaned closer to Tom since he had the popcorn bowl in possession and took a handful.

“You came back early though; it didn’t go well?” Harrison asked and she grimaced, her awful date flashing back in her mind.

“Nope, he was a real dick.” She sighed and Tom chuckled, eyeing Harrison. “Very boring too, who would have thought. That’ll teach me about going on dates with my teenage celebrity crushes.”

“You have to start lowering your expectations, not everyone can be me,” Tom replied with a grin and she shoved his shoulder.

“Thankfully.” She rolled her eyes while Tom faked offense, flicking a popcorn in her direction. “Anyway, I seriously doubt I’ll ever even find someone.”

“What makes you think that?” Harrison asked, him and Tom sharing a look that Isabelle was completely oblivious too.

“As Holls said, my expectations are too high.” She shrugged. “I want...stability, you know? I got to know the person is in it for real. Also, I’m not into dickheads.”

“Was he really that bad?” Tom wondered, voice unsure. “When I met him at Another Man’s launch party, he was pretty cool.”

“He spent an hour talking about how awful his ex is, Thomas.” She replied dryly and Tom couldn’t help the snort that came out of his lips. “Certainly did crush my 13-year-old self’s heart, this is not how I fantasized our first date to be.”

“Alright, so you had one bad date. Doesn’t mean you’re going be lonely forever, darling.” Tom replied, patting her head and Isabelle sighed.

“Maybe. Anyway, tonight made me realize how busy I am and I genuinely do not have time to waste on men now.” She stood up from the couch, replacing her red dress as to not flash anyone. “I’m off to sleep. And you should too, we have a busy day tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am. Goodnight.” Harrison piped and Tom smiled.

“Goodnight, B.” The moment she was out of sight, Tom snapped his head to look at his best mate, agitated. “She said-”

“I know Tom; I was literally right here,” Harrison whispered and Tom sighed, slumping in his seat. “But hey, at least nothing more’s going to happen with Josh.”

“Yeah, but what if she decides guys like us aren’t worth it?”

“You can’t know that. And like she said, there’s too much going on now to focus on relationships so just…have fun, I don’t know mate.” Harrison laughed, holding his duvet tighter around himself and trying to focus back on the show they were watching. Tom kept an annoyed frown on his face, mind too preoccupied to even concentrate on the plot.

“You suck, H.” He uttered, regretting it seconds later when he felt his friend’s foot collide with his arm. “Oi!”

“Fuck off, Tom.”

The next day was a busy one, Isabelle still feeling off after her failure of an evening and her dampened mood was starting to get contagious. But Tom had to push away those thoughts, focusing instead on his actual job and waiting for the director’s, Jon Watts, cue. They had been doing this scene several times already and he was glad his mask was hiding his tired expression.

“Action.” He heard Jon say before he felt his harness lower him to the ground, head upside down. He dodged a few rehearsed punches and gesticulated around as he said his lines. “Cut! Alright, Tom, that was the one.” He could hear everyone clapping around him and pulled off the mask, breathing in the fresh air deeply with a grin.

“Christ, my head was literally about to explode.” He chuckled while the stuntman helped him stand upright, still remaining a few feet in the air. Both Harrison and the director laughed at his words, eyes intently focused on a screen.

“Then imagine how Tobey must have felt filming that scene with MJ,” Jon replied, stepping closer to where Tom was trying to keep his balance in the air, eyebrow raised in question.

“Wait, for which scene?”

“The spider-man kiss. Both of them actually, apparently it was a pain in the ass to shoot.” Jon continued, now focused on something Harrison and his producer were showing him.

“Is that why you don’t want me to do one.” Tom chuckled, eyeing the small crowd of people working around him. He spotted Isabelle appear in the studio, several coffees, and documents in hand. “How long am I supposed to stay in the air, Jon?”

“A few more minutes, Tom, we have to set everything for the rest of the fight scene.” The director replied, already leaving him to focus on other details.

“Alright.” Tom sighed, continuing to balance himself and he wondered if he could do a flip in his harness. He gave himself a big push and laughed in surprise as he managed to rotate himself successfully, ready to try it again.

“Don’t tire yourself too much, Spidey.” He recognized Isabelle’s voice and looked down at her extended hands holding his tea and a sandwich.

“Thanks, B.” He drank a couple sips of the hot drink and chewed on his lunch. Working on set was tiring and he was absolutely famished.

“Of course. Why are you still hanging in the air?” Tom pointed at Jon with his sandwich, Isabelle’s eyes glancing at the director yelling orders at the extras. He leaned down to give her back his tea and lunch, but lost his balance and ended up upside down again.

“Shit.” He tried to pull himself up, having no force to do so while Isabelle giggled by his side. “Help me!” He could feel the blood rush to his face, but still grinned at the situation. She snorted, poking his forehead to make him swing back and forth and he looked at her in annoyance. “You’re the worst assistant ever.”

“Don’t make me push you harder.” She smirked, looking down at him since his eyes were levelled with her neck. “You’re spider-man, you should enjoy being like this.”

“Isa, I swear to God-”

“Tom, if you really wanted to do the spider-man kiss, you could’ve just told me.” Jon interrupted them with a chuckle and both snapped their heads to look at him. Tom could feel himself blush, thankfully hidden by his already flushed cheeks given his position while Isabelle stepped back, pursing her lips into a smile.

“N-No, we were not, we weren’t…,” He chuckled nervously while Jon motioned at someone to come pull the actor back up.

“I was just kidding,” Watts replied with a laugh, thanking Isabelle for the coffee she was handing him. Still feeling startled, Tom glanced at his friend and he could feel his heart flip when she winked at him, hazel eyes twinkling with malice.

The rest of the shoot went smoothly and Tom moaned in happiness when he was finally lowered to the ground. Flying on set was fun, of course, but after a full day of swinging around, being back on earth was heavily welcomed. After changing back into his normal clothes, he joined the rest of the crew on set to hear Jon’s report of the day and listened carefully for what was up to come in the following days. Tomorrow would be off and he welcomed the break with open arms, they were getting very rare lately and he was exhausted.

Harrison and Isabelle joined him to his car, Isa giving him a quick recap of his schedule for the following week and he thanked heavens that he had her in his life. She was first and foremost his best friend, had been for a quite some time now before deciding to hire her as his assistant. She was doing a leap year in college and wanted to escape her routine, so Tom suggested she’d come work with him for a little while. He had several movies to film this year and desperately needed help since Harrison was growing in his own lane, working as an assistant in production. And Isabelle was incredibly good at the job, she knew Tom well, was organized and honestly, everything he was looking for.

His only issue was that the teeny, fleeting crush he had first developed when they met only grew the longer time he spent with Isabelle, and now that they basically spent every waking hour together and they knew each other more than ever before, it was getting harder and harder to suppress certain…feelings. Thankfully she was completely oblivious to it, which was both a blessing and torture for Tom. And also torture for Harrison, poor lad had to listen to Tom’s rants about his growing infatuation for they common best friend and truly felt like he should win a prize for putting up with his shit.

“What are we having for dinner tonight?” Harrison interrupted Tom’s train of thoughts and all eyes turned to Isabelle.

“Whatever you had last night. I’m not cooking again.” She replied dryly, focused on her paperwork and both men grimaced.

“We…had crisps and beers last night,” Tom uttered and she looked up at them, a defeated look on her round face.

“Oh, and popcorn,” Harrison added, glancing at her through the rearview mirror and making her sigh deeply.

“You two genuinely cannot take care of yourselves.” She said with a roll of the eyes. “How you have survived so far is beyond me. Beers and fries, really?” They both gave her a forced grin and she snorted, shaking her head. “We’ll order something I guess; I think it’s Tom’s turn to pay.”

“What? Wasn’t I the one to order last time?”

“No, because H bought us breakfast the morning after.” Harrison chuckled and Tom nudged his shoulder.

“Watch out, bro, I’m driving.”

“Please, Harrison, do not crash this car.”

“Relax, guys, I barely brushed him.”

“Oi, that actually hurt, think I’m going to have a bruise tomorrow.” Tom scoffed, shaking his head.

“You’re not, stop talking shit.”

“I am feeling personally victimized.” Their banter was cut short by Isabelle’s phone ringing, startling her. She frowned as she read the caller ID, wondering if she should pick up. Tom glanced at her from the passenger seat, noticing the odd look on her face and curiosity started bubbling up in him.

“Joshua, hi,” Isabelle finally picked up, forcing a kind tone and Tom’s face immediately fell, rolling his eyes as he sat properly back in his seat. A tensed silence could be felt in the car, only broken by Isabelle’s voice. “No, I’m not busy now, I hope you had a safe ride home?”

Tom and Harrison exchanged a look, both now calmed down and discretely trying to listen to what the caller was saying. “Is there something wrong?” She asked Joshua, wondering why he was contacting her after their disastrous date yesterday.

“No, uhm…I just wanted to...To apologize, I guess? For last night.”

“Oh.” She frowned, sensing the slight nervousness in his voice. Well, that was unexpected. They didn’t leave on bad terms per say, but Isa knew she made it clear in her demeanor that she hadn’t enjoyed herself at all and Joshua evidently picked up on her cues.

“Yeah, It was a bad, very bad day…and I let it ruin the mood for the evening and I, yeah…I’m sorry I sucked.” He chuckled and she tried to suppress the grin that was growing on her face.

“It’s alright, don’t worry.” She was more genuine now. “Thanks for apologizing though, that’s very thoughtful.”

Hearing the rest of their conversation, Tom couldn’t help the irritation rising within him at the thought of Joshua calling, and Isabelle’s sudden softer tone. He could sense Harrison quick glances in his direction and tried to calm himself, fists clenched on his lap. She quickly ended the call, shaking her head in disbelief at her short conversation with Joshua, not denying that she liked the change in the situation.

“So, what’s up with him?” Harrison was the first to break the silence, finally parking the car in front of their rented home.

“Oh, he apologized? That was nice.” Isabelle chuckled, picking up her things from the back seat while Tom tried his best not to slam his car door closed. “Then he asked me out again. Said he’d be a better date the second time around.”

“Ain’t that great,” Tom said dryly under his breath and Harrison gave him a quick glare before forcing an interested smile at Isabelle.

“Did you say yes?”

“Kind of? I’m going to give this a second chance, maybe I judged him too quickly?” She shrugged as they all walked inside the house. “What do you think, Tom?”

“Hmm?” He practically squeaked, the tightest smile pulling at his face as he removed his boots. “What happened to you being too busy for men?” She gave him a strange look at the rudeness of his tone.

“I mean, yeah, that’s still true…But I’m not going to deny myself an opportunity just because I’m too busy?” She could feel a weird tension between her and Tom, not quite understanding it while Harrison wanted nothing but to disappear.

“So, Tom? Pizzas?” He blurted out, trying to divert the subject and the distraction was quickly embraced. Tom nodded, leaving to search for a menu and call the pizza place and Isabelle watched him shuffle his way out, concern wrinkling her face.

She turned to Harrison, gripping his arm before he would also leave the small lobby. “What’s up with him? He sounded a bit weird?” She whispered and Harrison shrugged.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Please,” She scoffed quietly. “He seemed a bit off. Is it about Joshua?”

“What? No,” He brushed off her comment, making a mental note to tell Tom to calm the fuck down next time. “He’s…tired, today was very exhausting.” He left her before she could reply, practically running to get to his room and escape the tense situation.

Isabelle was baffled at both of them, sighing as she decided to give up and head for her own room. Her eyes met Tom’s as she walked up the stairs, an intriguing look was on his face as he talked on the phone, there was almost a roughness to it which made her frown. He diverted his eyes after a few seconds, focusing back on his order and a weird feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t know if she should push for it, maybe Harrison was right and Tom was just tired. But she knew him too well, if it were for any other instance, she’d confront him about it right away, this time though, something was stopping her. She didn’t quite understand why she felt weird about this, or maybe she was imagining things. She too was very tired.

Plus, she had a date to get ready for tomorrow, whatever was up with Tom wasn’t going to ruin it, not after giving Josh a second chance. Hopefully, it was going to be way better than the first time.

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edream93 · 6 years

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I don't know if you are still accepting prompts but here it goes: write a prompt inspired on what's my name but like Uma and Harry are singers and their record label have the idea of releasing a song Uma feat. Harry Hook and they just meet on the video clip day. Also Uma is Harry's celebrity crush...

Hi anon! Thank you for being so patient! When I first got this prompt, I actually laughed because I had been thinking of something similar literally days before. I’m glad that I was able to put some of those thoughts into an actual prompt. I do want to apologize though, if you’re a Mal fan, there’s a bit of Mal bashing in this one (I don’t necessarily hate Mal. I actually think she’s has the potential of being a really great character, but the last movie just dropped the ball on that. It was just the only way I could think of to make the story work).

Anyway, I hope you still enjoy and obviously, you should totally listen to “What’s My Name” at some point before, after, or while you’re reading.

After the media horror show that followed after Mal very publicly broke up with him (who the hell breaks up with someone right in the middle of an interview, he thought), singing artist Harry Hook wanted nothing to do with collaborating with another wannabe diva.

(He and Mal hadn’t even been dating, but when Mal had hinted that after their last project together - which had been an auto-tuned disaster - that they were something more than just colleagues and one time collaborators, his manager - also known as his harpy of a sister Harriet - had told him to neither confirm nor deny the rumors. After all, Mal’s manager/mother had been in this business long enough to squish his blossoming career with one snap of her red manicure fingers if he angered or insulted her daughter. With her beautiful features but caustic personality, Maleficent made The Darkest Fairy, sound more like a fact than a former stage name.)

“I’m not doing another song with some harpy who doesn’t even know the difference between B flat and A sharp,” Harry murmured darkly as he followed his oldest sister into the elevator that quickly took them to his record label’s, Second Star, recording studio.

“You’ll do what I tell you, little brother,” Harriet growled, over her shoulder, her black with red accented business attire doing nothing to lessen the air around her that practically declared that she was not one to be messed with. “And stop being a pretentious emo music nerd.”

Harry rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut. Harriet may be annoying, but she had made a promise to help him reach his dreams when they were just wee tots and as she always did, she kept her promise. There weren’t many people in his life that Harry could trust but Harriet was one of them, despite how much she nagged.

As they entered the recording studio where Jonas was already setting things up, Harry took a moment to glance at the music that Harriet had handed him. He held in a groan when he saw the song’s name.

“What’s My Name? Seriously, Ettie? How self-entitled is this lass? This…Uma?” he questioned annoyed before he paused. “Wait. Uma? Where do I know this name from?”

“She’s Mal’s former ghost writer, man,” Jonas supplied from where he was checking sound levels. “The one that hacker, Son of Hades, revealed was actually behind all the award winning songs that Mal claimed to have written herself. After he broke into Spinning Needle Records database, he revealed all their fraud and creative theft they’ve been doing of small independent artists for years.”

Harry nodded. He vaguely remembered that. It had happened while he and Mal had still been “dating”. He did remember Mal stomping around in a rage after her stylist, Evie, sent her a message, muttering something about shrimp and “That bitch thinks she can go against me? I’m the fucking queen!” (The fact that this Uma seemed to inspire so much anger out of Mal definitely gave her a point in Harry’s book.)

“Maleficent let Uma go immediately despite how much obvious success she could have brought to their record,” Harriet continued, not looking up from her phone. “But her loss. Our gain. Uma left with a book full of songs she never showed that dragon bitch and Second Star swooped in on the opportunity and signed with her just a few weeks ago. The process is going a bit faster than usual for a new artist,” his sister said glancing up at him, “but Pan wants to capitalize on the media controversy, hoping that’ll help put Uma out there as a singer and give Mal some real competition.”

“And he loves messing with Maleficent,” Jonas added.

Harriet nodded, a wicked grin on her face. “Who doesn’t?”

Harry looked down at the music again, this time looking past the song’s title and to the actual lyrics.

“Not bad,” he muttered shifting the pages as he continued to glance at the obviously handwritten song sheets. “I’m guessing this is a big ‘fuck you’ letter to Mal?”

“You could put it that way,” Harriet shrugged before frowning. “Though not in public!”

Harry grinned, mischief woven into his smile as he headed towards the sound booth. “Maybe this collaboration won’t be so terrible after all.”

—

“This is terrible,” Harry moaned.

Unsympathetic giggles responded back as Dizzy Tremaine, his stylist, leaned around him to also take a look at the mirror in front of him.

“Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to be a pirate, once?” she continued to giggle.

“When I was a wee lad!” he exclaimed turning around to face the much younger woman. “Not now! This is just ridiculous!”

“It’s Pan just being cheeky,” Harriet said stepping into his dressing room, unannounced. “You know. Because of-

“Because of Da,” Harry said cutting her off. “I know, I know,” he sighed trying to not imagine what type of scathing criticism their father, the lead singer and guitarist and also co-founder of the of The Jolly Rogers along with Second Star current executive producer Peter Pan (and thorn in Harry’s side), would give him if the man was still alive.

He sighed, taking care to not wrinkle his pirate inspired costume. A production assistant had just stopped by a few minutes earlier to let them know that Uma’s makeup was taking a bit longer than expected and that he had a few extra minutes before he was needed on the set. He pulled out his phone and earbuds to tune Dizzy and Harriet out, quickly scrolling to a downloaded audio file. It wasn’t the best quality since the audio had been taken from a recorded video but Harry had found himself listening to it almost religiously every day since that day in the sound booth.

The audio was from a recording of Auradon Got Talent that was done years ago. As he closed his eyes and listened to the music, Harry imagined the stage in the video and the young and oh so small girl with teal hair that came onto the stage as if she was born on it. Her voice then had been powerful for such a small lass and now…he couldn’t help but shiver at the memory of her voice that he had heard when he was recording his part in her new song a week ago. Her talents had definitely been wasted forced into Mal’s shadow.

He felt an earbud being pulled from his ear and for a moment he thought it was Harriet who always had a bad habit of wanting to know what he was listening to, mother hen that she was despite her preferred edgy style.

“Huh. Haven’t heard this song in a long time,” a voice that was definitely not his sister’s startled him to open his eyes to look at the calculating expression of his current collaborator (and, if he was being perfectly honest, his current crush). He glanced around the room, seeing that Harriet and Dizzy were no longer there. (Damn, them.)

As he scrambled for something to say, Harry couldn’t help but appreciate how breathtaking and not to be messed with Uma looked in her own costume. Once he had taken her in, he nearly wanted to smack himself for staring but if the small little smirk on her face, as well as her own appreciative look she threw him, she didn’t mind and also liked what she saw.

“Uh…hi?” Harry squeaked under her gaze, wondering where the hell his usual smooth, suave bad boy persona went.

“Hey,” she returned. “I just wanted to introduce myself and thank you for agreeing to do this, especially with, ya know, me not being on the best of terms with your ex, currently.”

“We never dated. All just a rumor,” Harry found himself saying before he could stop himself. (Harriet was so going to kill him.) He had the strongest urge to tell her everything, to fall to his knees at her feet and assure her that there was nothing between him and Mal, ever.

Uma surprised him though.

“I know,” she said simply and it was like a weight he hadn’t been aware was on his shoulders was lifted. “That’s why I asked for you specifically. I’ve always wanted to work with you. Even before Mal. I’ve…I’ve kind of been a fan of yours for awhile. Even before you and Jay went separate ways musically,” she continued and it was like she had both drowned him and allowed him to fly. The experience was dizzying and wonderful all at the same time. And were his eyes deceiving him or was she…her cheeks had definitely looked like they had darkened, right? “Besides, Jay was adorable but he could never tell the difference between a B flat and A sharp,” she smirked, trying to hide her embarrassment by flipping her hair casually over her shoulder.

That was it. Harry’s brain seemed to implode at that moment as he sighed adoringly, “Will ye marry me?”

Uma’s eyes widened, caught off guard, and it took everything in Harry to not just walk out of the building where they were currently in and just hop into the trash where he belonged.

Before he could salvage things, he heard the most beautiful sound: her laughter.

“Sure, but let’s get through this music video first, first mate,” she winked cheekily using the song’s character description for him.

A beat didn’t even past when he responded back with “Don’t you mean, first date, Captain?” he grinned back.

The two both broke out into loud boisterous laughter, that seemed to follow them even when they made their way onto the set where their other collaborator DJ G3., or Gil, who they were both surprised to find out was a mutual friend to the other, was waiting in his own pirate inspired garb.

And the laughter from that day followed them all the way to “What’s My Name” rising to the top of the charts, beating even Mal’s most popular songs for weeks on end (it was so satisfying seeing Mal’s newest song barely even make it on the top 100 list only to be pushed off after a week) to years later when, once they both had multiple Grammy’s and other various international music awards under their belts, Harry got down on one knee, his mother’s ring held in his hand.

All Uma could do was grin. “I already said yes the first day we met,” she said before kissing him deeply, and not for the first time Uma made his heart sing.

(AN: Also, if you’re wondering, there’s no difference between an A sharp and a B flat. They’re the same note.)

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lightshadowverisimilitude · 7 years

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I started writing this awhile ago in response to a prompt. I’ve lost the prompt, but I know @sineala and I were fiddling with it about the same time. Do you remember where the original prompt ran off to?

This prompt by @hellogarbagetime

Mind the cut. :D

Static flickered around him, breaking the world up into nauseating flashes of sensation in between bursts of static. Falling, twisting, over-and-over: sky [#C1CDCD]; city [#D3D3D3]; sunlight [#FFD700]/[#FAFAD2].

He hit the ground with so much force that he couldn’t even feel it as an impact, just pressure like being squeezed by a giant fist. Everything went black [#000000], all sensation ceased. Just his luck that death was floating in nothingness with no sensation for eternity. Lovely.

Rebooting…

Tony watched the reboot sequence flicker orange over the blackness and heaved a sob of relief. His sobbing made no noise, and he had no sense of drawing in breath, or the beating of his heart. He would have thought that he’d gone through every possible scenario of what it means not to have a heartbeat, but surprise. There had been at least one left.

Loading memory…

Tony sucked in a breath, and the world flickered back in. For several seconds he just saw code, and then infrared, and finally the colors condensed down into understandable shapes. There were people leaning over him – two, three, five. Three men, two women. Blond, blond, blond, red, brunette. Text floated around them; hair, eye color, projected weight and height, weapons (lots of weapons). Flashing at the bottom of his vision was a single line of text in bold orange print: MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED.

“Woah,” Tony said, and was surprised when it came out as actual sounds. “For a wet dream, you lovely people are wearing way too many clothes.” He tried a smile, and thought that it translated okay.

“Jesus, Tony,” one of the blonds said, bracing his hands on his (massive, like wow) thighs. “You scared me. Again.”

“Huh,” Tony said. He reached up, feeling for the release for the faceplate, except he wasn’t wearing a helmet. He picked up his head and looked at all the beautiful people kneeling over him with worried expressions, and found the helmet in the brunette’s lap. She had her hands wrapped around it, slender fingers incased in black gloves that matched the rest of her black and yellow leather suit.

MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED.

“Huh,” he repeated and tapped at the side of his head with two fingers. “Ow,” he complained when he managed to hit himself harder than he’d meant to.

“Tony?” the same blond asked. He had weirdly (beautifully) symmetrical features, very blue eyes, and expressive eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

Tony thought about it for a second and the scrolling text let him know that he was not okay, but he was working on it. Repairs were running for three bone breaks, several internal bleeds had already been staunched, but were still leaking very slowly into his abdomen, and he’d suffered a severe concussion – hence the reboot.

“Um. Yes?” Tony tried. “Mostly. Will be soon as long as I don’t move. You know this is going to sound weird, but I don’t actually remember you guys?”

Silence fell heavily around him and stretched from a few seconds to an uncomfortable minute while everyone exchanged increasingly worried glances. The redhead leaned over him and shined a light in his eye. He knocked her hand away sharply, and then apologized.

“Concussion,” he explained. “Damage is being repaired. I know that I’m supposed to know you, but I don’t actually remember who any of you are. So.”

“How do you know that you’re supposed to know us if you don’t remember us?” One of the other blonds asked (short hair, messy, potentially intentionally, but just as likely bedhead. Dark blue eyes, kind of a cute button nose, pockmarking well concealed along his jawline giving him a rogueish appearance).

“Well,” Tony said slowly, “I have a line of text at the bottom of my vision that says ‘memory file corrupted,’ so I assume that means that there is a memory file in the first place and I just can’t access it. Do… do all of you have floating text in your vision?”

A round of headshakes went around the circle, and symmetrical-man said, “That’s Extremis, Tony.”

“Right,” Tony said. At the word, a memory file launched and he remembered Extremis and the way it ran his brain and nervous system. “Can you say your name and maybe it will trigger the file?” he requested, locking eyes with symmetrical-man.

“Steve,” he said readily, but the crease between his brows got deeper.

MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED.

“Nope,” Tony said. “Sorry, Steve. Can someone help me up, please? The spinal column cracks have been sealed, I should be stable to move.”

Looks went around the circle again, growing somehow even more confused and worried. They might not have had Extremis, but they must have been telepathic, because they seemed to be communicating silently. He groaned and tapped two fingers on the big blonde’s knee (long hair, electric blue eyes, strong jaw raised to the power of ten, cape (really?) and great big hammer).

“You look like the big strong type. Can you get me on my feet?” He really wasn’t enjoying the idea of being on his back, being helpless, the strange weight on his chest. [Memory file: Afghanistan] kept flashing across his eyes. He tried to lever himself up despite the sharp pain in his low back, reaching out blindly for something to grab onto. None of the people surrounding him reached out to help, and he had a brief moment of uncertainty – just because he had a memory file somewhere about these people didn’t mean they were friends. He remembered falling before the blackout and reboot – how had he fallen?

Steve put a hand on his shoulder and gently pressed him down. “Just relax, Iron Man. You took one heck of a fall and you were out for almost an hour. We didn’t want to move you in case…” He made a vague gesture down the length of Tony’s body. “Did you say cracks in the spinal column?”

“I said the cracks have been sealed,” Tony stressed. “I’d really like to be not on my back anymore.” He looked around the unfamiliar faces again and MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED kept flashing across his eyes like a strobe. He waved irritably, trying to push the words away. There was a way to disable error notifications, he knew, but he was having trouble access the directory. He felt trapped in his suit, in his own skin, and the error message was making him nauseous.

“Okay,” the rogueish blonde said, “That’s enough of that.” He pushed Steve out of the way and grabbed Tony’s wrist. He pulled Tony’s arm behind his neck and worked the other arm under Tony’s shoulders. He counted to three and pulled Tony slowly upright while the brunette with his helmet held her breath and made tiny distressed noises, and Steve hovered with his brows deeply furrowed and lips pinched together.

Tony didn’t make it completely upright before his back gave a sharp spasm and he sucked in a startled hiss of a breath. His helper freed himself from Tony’s arm and then slid around behind him. He let Tony come to rest against his chest, which couldn’t have been comfortable with the armor, but he didn’t complain.

“Better?” he asked.

Tony nodded weakly and checked the status of his spinal cord. The cracks had been sealed but they were still too weak to take any weight. He let his head rest on the strong shoulder behind him and closed his eyes in hopes of blocking out the incessant MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED message flickering over his sight whenever one of his audience’s faces came into view.

“Nice traps, my friend,” Tony breathed out as the pain in his back faded to a deep warmth that he understood was Extremis repairing the damage he’d done by sitting up.

“My name is Clint,” his helper offered, and then added with a smile that Tony could clearly hear, “And I do have nice traps.”

Tony didn’t open his eyes, but he had a general sense of everyone’s position and felt it when Steve got up and walked away. Without making a conscious effort, he found his hearing tuning out the close noises and trying to follow Steve’s progress. He was worried about how he’d ended up on the ground and who these people were. They seemed genuinely concerned for his wellbeing, but they would be if they’d tried to kidnap him and accidentally almost killed him in the process. Steve only moved a few feet away and paced for a few seconds before he started talking.

“Iron Man is seriously injured. We’re going to need crowd control now that Graviton is out of the area.”

When Steve was quiet for several seconds without any response, Tony realized that he must have been on the phone. He reached out with mental fingers and snagged onto the cellphone. He felt the connection as a buzz on the back of his neck.

-Status? The other voice asked. Immediately, memory file: Hill, Maria rose to the surface and he let out a relieved sigh. Not all of his memory files had been corrupted, but that left him uncertain of exactly how much of his memory had been corrupted and how he was supposed to repair the damage.

“He seems stable, physically – at least he says he is. Spinal injury, and a concussion that Extremis is dealing with, but he’s experiencing some kind of memory loss,” Steve answered.

Bring him to SHIELD medical and we’ll see what we can do, Hill suggested.

Alarm bells (literally) went off between Tony’s ears and he almost managed to muster up enough adrenalin to get him out of Clint’s supporting (restraining?) arms, before Steve firmly answered, “Not going to happen. There’s no way he’d ever be comfortable with SHIELD playing around in his head. We’ll take him back to Avengers’ HQ and assess from there. Anything else?”

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line, but Hill finally said, No. SHIELD agents will be on site in ten minutes for crowd control. Let us know if you require further assistance.

The line disconnected after a terse thank you, ma’am from Steve, and Tony let his connection to the phone go. More aware of his body again, he felt Clint shifting slightly behind him, and the minutest sense of weight on his armored thigh where the brunette bumblebee girl had put her hand.

“I just need 312 more seconds to repair damage and I can get up. Promise this time,” Tony said. He still felt nauseous and his salivary glands were working overtime. There was some minor inner-ear damage that was low on Extremis’ priority list under propping up his spine and sealing up the internal bleeds.

“I’m going to start counting,” Clint warned him playfully. He moved his arms down so they were wrapped around Tony’s midsection rather than his chest.

Steve returned a moment later to crouch at Tony’s side. “That was SHIELD,” he said, addressing the group. “We’ve got crowd control incoming, but it’ll be another ten minutes. In the meantime, we’ve got some civilians getting pretty bold with their cellphones, and they’ll probably be taking selfies with us before SHIELD can get a perimeter set up. Thor, Wasp, Widow – I’m going to need you on civilian-sitting duty until we can get Iron Man out of here.”

The three of them nodded and Tony guessed that Big Blonde with the cape was Thor, and Bumblebee girl must have been Wasp, which left the redhead as Widow. He filed away the aliases in a new memory file and judiciously tested his back again. He was going to be sore as hell in the morning, but as long as no one smacked him with a steel pipe (or a firm pillow) for the next few hours, he should be okay to move.

“Okay, should be good now,” Tony said, patting Clint awkwardly on one knee.

“You sure?” Clint asked skeptically, “We’re only at 300 by my count.”

Tony blew out an exasperated breath and rolled his eyes. He counted aloud down from 10, and Clint had him on his feet by 1. Steve stepped into his side to ease a shoulder under Tony’s left arm, and Clint slid around to the right while Tony cautiously tested his weight on his legs. His left ilium had gotten a nice spider web of cracks as a souvenir from the fall, but they’d been small and were already 85% healed. All the same, he left his arms over the other men’s shoulders as they moved slowly out of the street to the sidewalk.

Tony had a scary moment when he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to lift his foot high enough to get over the curb, but the actuators in the suit kicked in to lift his legs for him. He slumped gratefully against the suit and let it carry his weigh instead of trying to move it under his own muscle power. As they approached the corner, a gunmetal gray van rocketed around the corner and screeched to a halt.

Another spike of panic shot through his chest, but he saw the stylized “A” stenciled on the door before he could direct the armor to escape. [Memory file: Avengers] presented readily, but half of it was missing – chiefly the roster, charter, and of all the strange things, the file marked ‘chore calendar’ was corrupted and wouldn’t launch.

“How is this my life?” Tony asked no-one in particular, but Clint laughed anyway.

The driver’s door opened and a man threw himself out, leaving the door open behind him as he rushed to them. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed and his eyes darted over Tony in quick, precise sweeps, assessing.

“Rhodey,” Tony breathed in relief.

Rhodey nudged Steve out of the way and slid under Tony’s arm. Steve hovered for a second before breaking away and jogging to the van to get the sliding door open and the ramp folded out. Tony frowned at the side of Rhodey’s face, noticing gray hairs and lines on his face that weren’t matching what Tony was expecting.

“You’ve gotten old,” he blurted out, realizing the problem. The memory file was incomplete, and what Tony was remembering was a cocky twenty-one year-old James Rhodes in his thick MIT hoodie, and his tightly maintained fade, with his bright eyes and his textbooks cradled in his arm. This James Rhodes with the lines inscribed deeply between his brows and in the corner of his eyes, and the speckling of gray hairs at his temple was a virtual stranger.

“You and me both, buddy,” Rhodey said, the frown lines deepening around his lips. He adjusted his grip on the armor over Tony’s ribs and tucked in closer to Tony’s side, even though the armor was doing most of the work of supporting Tony’s weight. “Exactly how much are you fibbing about your injuries?” he asked, but he kept his voice low.

“Not that much,” Tony defended as damage reports scrolled off to the side of his vision – with the life threatening injuries downgraded to merely ‘severe,’ he was left with a list of pulled muscles, sprains, contusions, and warning levels on resources. He needed water and calories in a hurry, and then he could see to solving the laundry list of minor deficiencies.

Rhodey pulled him away from Clint’s side to help him onto the ramp just as a pack of civilian bystanders and reporters made it around the corner, and broke into a collective run for the van. Startled, Tony’s vision momentarily shifted into binary, and then flickered back into full color. The electronic controls for the ramp lift practically sang to him, and he reached out to automatically to get the lift moving while Rhodey and Clint tried to head off the crowd.

The door closed automatically once Tony had been pulled into the dark interior, and it was a matter of a breath to access the van’s computer and turn the engine back on. He could have driven the vehicle from the back seat, and for a few seconds he seriously considered doing exactly that. Maybe if it hadn’t been for Rhodey, he would have. The driver’s door opened and Rhodey climbed in, quickly slamming the door shut before a reporter could get his camera into the van.

“Can’t go anywhere without making a scene, can you, Tones?”

“Scenes are my scene,” Tony answered distractedly. All of the cameras and cellphones crowding around the van were clamoring for his attention. He knew that he could fry all of them with a spare thought if he applied the attention to it, but his head was starting to fill up with cotton and he was having trouble just keeping his eyes open.

“Stay awake, Tony. You have a concussion.”

“I don’t think that applies to me,” Tony mumbled. “I need to shut down.”

“Tony, you don’t shut down, you’re a person,” Rhodey stressed, but he sounded alarmed. He twisted around in the seat just as the passenger-side door opened, letting in a flood of clamoring voices and the flash of several cameras that exploded across Tony’s eyes like miniature freight trains. He reached out with quick snapsnapsnaps to fry the cameras responsible and immediately regretted it. Fireworks went off somewhere in the back of his head, and he activated the emergency shutdown procedure.

~*~

Rebooting…

Rebooting wasn’t exactly like waking up. It wasn’t stepping out of a lesser form of a consciousness, taking stock of where the pillow was or how the blanket was falling on the bed, sometimes noticing scents first, or temperature, or the way the light hit the window, or the complaints of the joints, or that one cold spot on the shoulder. Rebooting was an exact step-by-step cascade of processes that engaged functions in a specific order. An error report scrolled up behind his closed eyelids, and every third line or so read MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED.

Error report compiled, Tony’s consciousness expanded to include his surroundings – two cellphones, a StarkTablet that was powered on, and one that was in sleep mode, and –

Good morning, Sir, Jarvis greeted.

Morning. Tony yawned and opened his eyes. He was in his bedroom, the suit was down in the workshop, his connection to Jarvis was just as strong as ever, and someone was sitting at his bedside reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on the tablet.

Tony turned his head and found the blond with the symmetrical face [memory file: Steve] sitting in a chair with one ankle crossed over the opposite knee. He had the StarkPad propped up on his knee, one thumb periodically tapping the right corner to advance the page. According to his text size and the frequency of his taps, he was reading at just over a thousand words a minute. At 257,045 words, this Steve guy could get through the book from cover to cover in a little over four hours.

“Quick reader,” he said.

Steve glanced up at him, the pad tipping forward to rest on his thigh. His eyes were sharp where they flitted over Tony’s body, but he wasn’t even taken off guard by Tony speaking. “Good morning, Tony. How are you feeling?”

“Memory files are still full of holes like Swiss cheese,” Tony reported, “And I need some carbs, water, and vitamin A, but otherwise fine. Injuries are clear.” He almost asked how long he’d been out, but Extremis helpfully informed him that he’d been shut down for 12:47:16. “Also I need to piss.”

He pushed his blankets back and swung his feet around to the floor. Steve hurried to his feet, his arms hovering up at chest level like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. Tony irritably waved his hands away and stood up. There was a sharp stab of pain low in his back, but it faded to a sullen ache once he was upright.

“My memory has holes in it, I’m not an invalid,” Tony grumbled on his way to the bathroom with Steve standing awkwardly at the bedside.

Steve was striking him as a hover-y sort of guy, and Tony was not appreciating it much. He shut the door firmly behind him, made use of the toilet, and stepped into the shower. A ping of a notification showed up on the bottom left-hand corner of his vision and he swiped it open to see that his bedroom door had opened and then closed. Steve must have left. Good.

Idly flipping on his music – Green Day, why not? – he sorted through his emails and text messages while he scrubbed shampoo into hair. The further he went through day-to-day minutia, the more annoyed he got with the incessant MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED popping up in response to the contents of his daily life every few minutes. The majority of his memory loss seemed to fall in the last ten years, but it wasn’t consistent. He had no memory at all of the latest camera upgrades sent to him for approval from R&D – which the email assured him were corrections based on his recent comments – but he clearly remembered having a frittata for breakfast the previous morning.

He flipped his right hand over, brought up the controls for the shower, and swiped the temperature down sharply. Cold water smacked him across the chest and made his skin lift in gooseflesh across his entire body. He sucked in a startled breath and turned quickly under the water, letting the tiny shocks of chill dance over his skin, and then clapped his hands together. The water turned off, leaving Tony very awake. He shook hard, flicking chilly droplets against the foggy glass.

Jarvis, can you bring me up to speed on this camera from R&D?

Without asking why, Jarvis brought up the schematics and walked him through the evolution of the newest camera upgrade for the next StarkPhone while he got dressed.

Wow, these guys are idiots, he said, laughing out loud.

You said much the same when the initial schematics were proposed the first time, Jarvis replied. Shall I approve the latest version for a prototype build?

Tony paused with his shirt hanging open, and blinked twice to bring up the latest schematics. He went through a quick mental exercise of building it out into a 3D hologram projected into the middle of his field of vision. There’s going to be a latency issue, he said.

Most likely, Jarvis agreed.

Then why would we let them build this out to a prototype? Tony asked with his eyebrows drawn together. He buttoned his shirt mechanically while the hologram rotated in his vision.

To quote your last response to this conversation, sir, “how else are those idiots going to learn?”

That doesn’t sound like me, Tony protested, tucking his shirttails into his pants and threading his belt through the loops. The buckle was deep gold with red enamel on the inside and outside edges, the leather supple and glossy with precisely outlined grooves every twenty centimeters to give the illusion of armor plates. The marketing on me is phenomenal, he decided.

Indeed it is, sir, Jarvis agreed. In regards to your previous comment, I can assure that it is an accurate quote. If you wish, I can replay the conversation for your benefit.

Tony hesitated, but finally shook his head. Send it back and tell them to fix the latency issue.

The product will likely be late to production, Jarvis warned. Ms. Potts will not be pleased.

Pepper? She’s scary, I’ll grant you that, but I don’t think my PA’s opinion of production deadlines is –

[MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED]

– relevant, Tony finished lamely. He dropped his tie around his neck, took a deep breath, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why is Pepper’s opinion of my production deadlines relevant?

An incomplete file loaded and Tony made another frustrated sound. He perked up. Have I stored memory backups with you?

No, sir. You specifically forbid any copies from ever being made of your memory in case the system were ever to be hacked.

Tony rolled his eyes, and picked the ends of his tie up and let his fingers run down the silky surface. Of course I did. Tell me then. Pepper?

You promoted her to CEO, though you retain controlling interest of the company.

Tony thought about it for a second, and humph’ed. He pulled the short end of the tie across the long end. That also sounds unlike me, but in a really… unexpectedly good way. Way to go, Past Me.

Turning his attention to his tie, and barely held in the shout of frustration when [MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED] popped up across his vision. He let the ends of the tie go, and concentrated on just counting his breaths for 120 seconds.

Load me a YouTube video on how to tie a tie, he requested wearily.

~*~

“That’s an interesting tie,” Wasp greeted with a bright smile. She bounced across the dining room and scooped the end of it up with two fingers.

Tony took a hasty step back from her, the tie sliding out from between her fingers, [Memory file: Obadiah Stane] flickering over his consciousness. Her expression shifted immediately, eyebrows curling upward and lips tugging downward. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and took a step backwards.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and then forced a giant smile. “I forgot that you don’t… remember me.”

[Loading memory file JVDBD12] A pretty girl with a heart shaped face and brunette hair in curly pigtails. She had big eyes and a bright smile, and a smear of birthday cake frosting on her cheek.

“That’s a very nice tie,” she said, clasping her hands in front of her very fashionable brown plaid dress with faux sued patches on her shoulders and elbows. The dress came to just above her knees and she was wearing thick white tights with glossy black Mary Janes. She rocked back and forth on her heels the longer Tony remained quiet. Mustering up an even brighter smile, she tried, “Thank you for coming to my birthday.”

“Sure,” Tony muttered, kicking at the ground. Dad had made him stand in front of a mirror for almost two hours knotting that stupid tie until it was imprinted with sweaty creases, saying again and again that you could tell everything you needed to know about a man by the way he tied his tie, the shine on his shoes, and the strength of his handshake.

“It’s okay you don’t remember me,” the girl said. “We were only five the last time, at the Christmas party.” She thrust her hand out, and Tony absurdly noticed that she was wearing a bright pink bow in her hair, and she had dirt underneath her immaculately painted fingernails. “My name is Janet van Dyne, but you can just call me Jan, because Janet sounds like an old lady name.”

Tony smiled at her and shoved the brightly wrapped box into her arms. “Jarvis picked it out,” he said, “It’s a Barbie Doll.”

She wrinkled her nose, but smiled at him and said, “Thanks! I like to make clothes for my Barbies.”

Tony glanced back behind him where his dad and mom were making schmoozey faces at the other adults. He pulled his backpack off his shoulders and angled his back to block Dad’s view in case he happened to look over. “I brought my erector set,” he said, opening the pack to show her. “You wanna go play with me?”

“Sure!”

Tony gasped, and abruptly the memory file [doublewinsorknot] loaded. He reached up to yank the knot of his tie apart.

“Janet van Dyne,” he blurted out. His eyes screwed shut and he pressed the base of his palm to his temple to soothe the bright burst of pain. “But call you Jan because Janet sounds like an old lady’s name. We played with my erector set behind your house for your twelfth birthday, and you got mud all over your dress. Your mom was furious.”

Jan clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, I’d forgotten all about that – I hated that dress! You know I fell in the mud on purpose? Mom dragged me up to my room and made me change in the middle of the party, but she missed the dirt smear on my cheek. She commissioned an artist to repaint my birthday portrait to get rid of it!”

Tony felt a smile stretch across his face. “My father tanned my hide so hard I couldn’t sit right for three days.”

“I knew you couldn’t forget me, Tony Stark,” Jan said, lightly smacking his chest. She reached up for his tie. “Here, let me get that for you.”

Tony gently nudged her fingers away. “I can do it,” he said, and his fingers slid through the tie with the confidence of more than thirty years of repetition. He smoothed his hand down the length of the red silk and let her straighten out the triangle of the knot against the collar of his shirt.

“I still don’t remember anything about you past your twelfth birthday,” Tony warned her, but she didn’t seem upset about it in the least.

“You’ll figure it out,” she said confidently, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “You always do.”

#ladyshadowdrake writes #stony #memory loss #extremis

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BruiserPup! (Part II)

Summary: Having some time back home in Birmingham, Pete tends to his newest addition to the family. Little does he know, he’s about to meet a vet assistant by the likes this Bruiserweight has never seen!

Word Count: 2,500+

A/N: I have no idea why this took so long, but, here it is?! ALSO WHATS THE NAME OF HIS DOG?????? (the dachshund). Also let me know if ya wanna be tagged, I’d be more than happy to do it.

Tag List: @abschaffer2 @xfirespritex (it won’t let me tag your name for some reason???)

Part I

It had been a few weeks, and I hadn’t seen Pete since. I enjoyed it but every time I’d go out, a part of me would hope that I’d see a little Dachshund running towards me and Pete zipping up to me to catch it.

Lately I hadn’t been feeling too good and decided to take to the day off.

During most of the morning and now, I spent it walking around and relishing in the surprisingly sunny day. My head was fuzzy and my nose was runny, but I knew that getting fresh air wasn’t going to kill me.

Stopping by my house as I lapped around my neighborhood, I grabbed a basket and decided that I’d pick some flowers to brighten up my house. Seeing the same cream coloured wallpaper made my house look glum, so maybe by adding some bright flowers, it would help perk up my mood.

Walking over to an orchard, I talked to the owner for a bit before paying and entering. This farm always smelt so sweet and lovely, like apples and lilacs. I made my way to a bush of hydrangea’s. Plucking a few, I brought them up to my nose, breathing in the sugary scent before gently laying them in my basket.

Next, I moved to a bush of Rose of Sharon. I picked off a few branches and placed them in my basket as well. I’d read about them in a few books and even a play so when I found out they grew them here, I just about died. Smiling to myself I pranced over to a camellia scrub, touching the petals delicately.

Grabbing a few, I moved onto the next patch of flowers. I glided over to a rose bush, watching carefully for the thorns when I cut them from the shrub. Finally coming across a lilac bush, I reached for a couple branched when barking pulled me out of my flower induced trance. I looked down to see a dog I knew I’d seen before.

“If you’re here then that must mean-“

“If it isn’ (Y/N), the vet assistant” A somewhat deep voice cooed from behind me. I spun on my heel, only to come face-to-face, almost quite literally, with none other than Pete. My heart raced and I stumbled back a bit making him chuckle at my flustered state.

“P-pete! Um, how are you?” I stutter out. He leans back and crosses his arms across his chest, grinning down at me deviously.

“I’ve been fine, jus’ got back ‘ere for a few days. Got no shows for a bit.” He explains. I nod and crouch down, patting his dog’s head. The canine yips happily and licks my hand. Pete’s eyes bore into my head as I played with his dog; I could feel the tension.

“I see” I whisper. Looking back at Pete, I give him a warm smile. “Well, I must be off, can’t let these flowers die in my basket” I joke awkwardly. He raises a brow and nods his head slowly. Inwardly cringing at myself, I stand up all to quickly.

My head starts to spin worse and I start to cripple. Pete’s arm catches me and he wraps his other arm around my waist for support.

“You ok? Do you need to see a doctor?” He asks worriedly. Grinning I pull away slowly, and shake my already sore head.

“No, no! I’m fine really!” I took a few steps away and then everything went black.

–

A dark abyss was all I saw before high pitched yipping woke me up. Groaning, I pull my hand to my head and felt how hot it is. I hear shushing from farther away and I can only assume I’m in a house. Cracking open my eyes I get blinded instantly by the hanging light on the ceiling. I feel a cool hand grab mine from my forehead, holding it daintily.

“Hey love, how ya feelin’?”

Judging by the voice I could tell it was Pete, and once my eyes adjusted it only confirmed that assumption.

“Pete?” I croaked. He cracked a small smile. “Where am I?” He looks away, obviously embarrassed.

“We uh, we’re at your house” He pointed out. I sat up and realized I was laid on my couch. It was a bit unnerving to know that he coincidentally knew where I lived. It didn’t help my unease with my head was spinning still from my episode earlier.

“My house? But how did we get here?” I questioned tiredly, taking note of the fuzzy blanket delicately draped across me. He rolled his eyes and smirked.

“I carried ya.” A blush made its way to my cheeks, though, I’m sure Pete wouldn’t be able to tell considering I’m almost positive I have a fever. Glaring at the man holding my hand, I looked around seeing his Dachshund standing on its hind legs, using its front ones to hold it up to stare at me with its adorable eyes.

“Why are we at my house then?” He looked bewildered that I even asked that. How is it the slightest bit unreasonable to wonder why the man that I’ve only known for a few weeks carried my unconscious body to my house? Standing, he walked over to my dinning room and pulled up a chair next to the couch, in front of me, sitting down the wooden seat.

“Well, you were pickin’ your flowers, I saw you an’ came up to ya, we talked, then you insisted on leavin’.” I stared at him and waited for him to continue. He gave me a confused look. “You really don’t remember wha’ happened?” I shook my head slowly. He chuckled lightly. “Well I guess you stood up too fast an’ made yourself dizzy, ya passed out not even two seconds later” He mused. Averting my eyes, I looked down at our joined hands.

“Oh.” Was all I could manage to say. I felt him shift in his chair.

“I ran into the littl’ old lady that lives next to ya. She was suspicious of me at first, which I find a bit rude to assume tha’ because I’m a big scary man, tha’ I’d take advantage of a sleepin’ woman-“

“Pete!” I cut him off, making him stop his rambling. He jumped slightly at my sudden scream. My eyes bore into his and he looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights.

“She told me you lived ‘ere so I climbed into your window wit’ you in my arms, then laid you down here.” I had to admit, it sounded rather impressive to pull off. His thumb twitched against my knuckle and my eyes darted down at the gentle contact. His callused fingers leaving a tingle against my skin.

His eyes followed mine and he quickly pulled away.

“Sorry ‘bout tha’…” He grumbled uncomfortably. We sat there in silence for a bit before he stood and rubbed the back of his neck. “I uh, made ya some soup!” He announced. He strode over to my kitchen and brought back a huge bowl of soup.

“You didn’t have to do that-“

“I wanted to. I figured it migh’ help” He said with a stoic face. To think that this brute of a man could care so much for someone whom he’d only met little over a month ago, was mindboggling. He handed me the bowl then gave an awkward smile. “It’s a bit hot.”

I picked the spoon up and brought it to my lips, lightly blowing on it so I don’t spray it all over Pete and I. He awkwardly stood in front of me, his arms crossed protectively and his eyes wide and expecting. Curious, I raised a brow and leaned my head away from the metal utensil.

“Is something wrong?” I asked. He blushed slightly and dropped down onto the chair, looking a lot like a child being scolded.

“No, no. I jus’. I jus’ wan’ to make sure tha’ it tastes alright an’ tha’ it isn’t too hot to eat or tha’ I somehow manage to give ya food poisonin’.”

“It’s soup.” I state with amusement. He looks at me like I’m crazy.

“I know tha’! I’m jus’ sayin’!” He angrily mutters. I roll my eyes and take a sip of the liquid food on my spoon, thankfully it’s just warm and tastes surprisingly delicious. Smiling, I set the bowl down on my lap.

“It’s very good, Pete” I say nicely. He almost looks shocked which worries me slightly.

“Really? He questions. I look down at his dog then back at him and laugh. “Wha’?”

I had to admit that this was the cutest thing I’d ever seen in my life: Peter Englund, a bulking man with a natural snarl that could frighten death no doubt, had the same confused cute puppy dog look his Dachshund had on.

–

After my soup was finished, Pete making me drink every drop, I decided that I would head to bed. I sat up, moving to put the bowl in the sink but Pete stopped me, pushing my shoulders down so I was seated again. My mouth fell agape and he glared at me while yanking the bowl from my hands.

“B-but I was-“

“Sittin’ on the couch an’ waitin’ for me to come clean up like a good girl.” He growled as he disappeared into my kitchen area. I heard water run for a few minutes then silence. He huffed heavily then the sound of the bowl clanking echoed in the small space.

“I’m not a dog you know!” I bite back, annoyed. His head poked around the corner, a dominating sneer across his face.

“Then how’s abou’ ya be a good human girl an’ sit tigh’ for a sec?” He hissed.

Slinking into the couch, I glared daggers at him as he walked back into the living room, looking down at the ground as he scratched the stubble on his chin. His eyes flickered up to meet mine, making my face go bright red in an instant, forcing me to turn away. He shuffled closer and before I know it he’s leaning over me with his arms around my waist.

“Wha-what are you doing?!” I ask nervously. He leans down and chuckles in my ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to prickle on my arms.

“Just hold tigh’” He coos lowly.

Next thing I know he hoists me up and runs one of his hands down my waist to my hips, then across my thighs to under my knees. The intimacy of the physical contact leaves me beyond flustered and a part of me thinks he knows that he’s making me react to this, and is enjoying it.

He turns and walks past my kitchen to my hallway, stopping just before the doors.

“Which one is your room?” He grumbles. I shakily point to the door at the very end in the middle. He snorts lightly and trudges onward. Within the few moments I was being carried across my first floor, I could feel the heat radiating off his chest, along with his calm heart beat. It was soothing and terrifying at the same time. I lean on his shoulder and found my eye lids shutting on their own, I must be more tired than I thought.

A warm hand shook my shoulder carefully, and I opened my eyes slowly to see Pete’s smirking face a few centimetres from mine. I shriek and leap away from him. Thankfully Pete was sitting on the edge of the bed so I landed on my pillows. He chuckled and stared at me from the side of my bed.

“You’re pretty cute when you’re sleepin’ ya know?” He muses. I stare at him with wide doe eyes and pull my knee’s up to my chest. He leans forward and grabs my hand, gently bringing it to his pink lips before placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand.

“Sleep well, love” And with that he left, closing my bedroom door behind him.

–

Pete had decided that he’d drop in every day for the past few months, always insisting on saying hello and staying for lunch or breakfast before leaving. It was a bit weird considering I knew about his career and I could only assume he’d be travelling a lot but I guess he was taking a break for some reason? Maybe he had an injury that he wasn’t telling me about.

None the less, we’d become quick friends, a hint of a little more than that even, though I’d never admit that to him.

I woke to a soft bark and rolled over, opening my eyes to see the top of a small brown head. Giggling, I leaned over the side, staring back at big chocolate brown eyes looking up at me. I picked the dog up and yawned, getting out of bed and carrying him to the living room.

I almost screamed when I saw Pete asleep on my couch, one arm dangling off the side and his head turned to the side with a peaceful look. For some reason, the fact that Pete’s dog was here, and that perhaps he could also be here as a result didn’t click in my head. Carefully, I placed the Dachshund on the ground and it instantly ran towards the sleeping Englishman on my couch. It licked his hung hand and made him stir. I strode over quickly and picked it up again.

“Shh cutie, you’ll wake him.” I cooed into the dog’s ear. It whined and I smiled as I carried it to my backyard. “You probably have to go pee.”

It frolicked happily around my grass, it’s tongue hanging out and a cute look on its face. How could such an adorable innocent pouch like this end up with a grumpy man like Pete? I must have been too zoned out to realize that Pete had opened my back door and stood next to me. He leaned over while I watched his dog and cupped my chin, placing a quick peck on my cheek. I jumped a few feet and glared at him.

“What the hell, Pete?!” I yelped. He chuckled and crossed his arms like he always did.

“Jus’ bein’ friendly, love” Rolling my eyes, I kept my glare sharp as I stood a little way away from him.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doin’ wha’, love?”

“THAT, doing THAT!” I shouted. He gives me a puzzled look and turns towards me.

“Love?”

“Yes that!” He smirks and stands in front of me, looking down at me with a cocky scorn. The fact that he was comfortable enough to keep a closeness to me, concerned me a bit.

“It’s a sayin’ us English peopl’ use. Don’t read too much into it.” He teased. I snorted and shoved his chest lightly.

“You’re an ass you know that?” He brought his hand up to the spot on his chest where I’d pushed him and gave me a cheeky grin.

“Well tha’s rude love”

“Don’t read too much into it” I said in an almost sultry voice. His eyes widened and he looked a little surprised by my tone. I froze, realizing my mistake. Lucky for me, Pete’s dog ran in-between us and took off into the house. I hastily followed and hoped to avoid all eye contact with Pete ever again. God, I make myself cringe. Big, warm hands grabbed my waist and I was gently pulled back into a hard chest.

“Where do you think you’re goin’, love?” He whispers huskily in my ear. My body quivers and my head started to spin.

“I’m taking the dog out on a walk!” I announce loudly and manage to wriggle out of his grip. I heard him groan then chuckle as he watched me scramble around for where he’d put his dog’s leash. I could hear from behind me that he was pulling something out of his pocket then, a soft jingle of metal rang in my ears. I spun around and saw him holding the leash and collar. Huffing dramatically, I marched up, yanked both items out of his hands, while glaring at his smug face.

“Tha’s my dog you know” He jokes. I fake laugh and call his dog over.

“That’s nice” I mumble crankily.

–

My patience chipped away with every second that passed.

Pete was annoying, menacing, rude, and arrogant, but no matter how much I insulted him, he wouldn’t leave me alone. Every step I took, the toe of his shoe would skim my heel. A pleasant reminder that he was shadowing closely behind me. I could practically feel his breath on the crown of my head, each heavy sigh sending a shiver down me.

“Do you have to stand so close?!” I snap, turning my head to send a sharp glare at the man behind me. He smirked and kept his hands in his pockets.

“It’s either this or I walk beside ya” He teased. I rolled my eyes and dreaded every moment I spent with this man suddenly. “Maybe we could pretend we’re dating and hold hands” He cooed teasingly.

My nostrils flared with anger. To think that when we first met, I found him charming.

“Tha’s awfully kind of you t’ say, love.”

I wanted to die.

No way in hell did I just say that out loud.

“What will it take for you to leave me alone?”

“...a date?”

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #pete dunne #uk championship #bruiserpup #bruiserweight #british strong style #fanfic

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