#I know I said so already but having at-a-glance differences to show where we're at ah <3
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my hero || lucy bronze x teen!reader ||
you stop seeking lucy's approval.
playing at barcelona was a dream come true. the club was your childhood favorite. the players there were all amazing, but there was one in particular that you were excited to play alongside. lucy bronze was your childhood hero. you had been born in spain, but your mother was english, and she had done her best to show you as much english football as she could. that was where you had first seen lucy play, and any club she was at was a favorite while she was there.
you were instantly starstruck whenever you went to your first practice. some of the girls teased you about the way that you looked at lucy, thinking that it was just a crush at first. their jokes had stopped after a couple comments from alexia and lucy, but the damage had already been done.
lucy didn't ignore or outright avoid you, but she wasn't as friendly with you as she had been at first. still, you did absolutely everything you could to impress her at practices. all you wanted was for her to tell you that you were doing a good job, but lucy never really seemed to notice. that was why you started pushing yourself harder and harder.
"bebita has muscles," pina teased as she walked past you in the gym. you felt patri and bruna's arms wrap around your shoulders just seconds later.
"you do know that you're a centerback, not a bodybuilder right?" patri asked you. you brushed it off, continuing to do your reps even with them leaning on you. "you can slow down, mapi might get upset if you take her title of strongest player so soon after joining."
"this is the way to get better. i want to get a start," you told them. pina knew that it as more than that, but she led the other girls away from you. once you were alone again, you let your eyes drift off to lucy, who was training with the other defenders in a group. you didn't feel like one of them, so you always wandered off on your own to do your workouts. occasionally, if you went to do something big, you'd look for alexia, cata, or sandra to spot you if they weren't busy.
unbeknownst to you, pina had been watching you the entire time. she thought that it was sort of sad that you were always on your own. the age difference between you and most of the team was a pretty big obstacle for friendships. occasionally, you'd hang out with vicky, but all you really wanted was lucy's approval.
"alright ladies, recovery time and then we're watching film!" alexia announced loudly. you did one more quick set before you put your weights up. everybody went about their own recovery, and you found yourself running alongside lucy on a treadmil. neither one of you said anything, lucy not even bothering to look up at you.
you knew that she could see you out of her peripherial, so you upped your speed. you were practically sprinting, which was not really helping you recover much at all. lucy didn't mention it as she shut her machine off and made her way in for an ice bath. you weren't allowed to use the ice baths, so you went to the showers instead. you didn't like the cold, so you let the hot water relax the tension in your muscles instead.
"good job today," pina said as she nudged your leg. you glanced up from the laces of your regular shoes to see her smiling down at you. "i don't think that we tell you that enough. you're doing really well, promise me you won't run off to another team. i'd hate to have to play against you."
"thanks claud," you told her. she nodded, standing there awkwardly. you knew what she wanted, but alexia had been pretty strict about the girls not making you feel uncomfortable. they were all very affectionate with each other, but you hadn't really been in an environment like that before. however, you were getting better about accepting things like that, so you stood up and pulled her into a hug.
…
team bonding nights were a bit difficult with you around. they still had their nights out on the town, which you weren't old enough to join in on yet. however, they had also begun to have a lot more movie nights and little watch parties for shows that they could invite you to just as long as it didn't conflict with your school work.
tonight was one of those nights. the team was meeting for dinner at alexia's, which you had already been brought to. you were sitting at the table trying to finish up your last couple of school assignments for the week. alexia, irene, ingrid, and mapi were cooking, but each checked up on you periodically.
"hola," ona greeted as she entered. the team was starting to file in, but none of them had bothered you yet. you waved at ona, but didn't look up from your work. "what are you working on?"
"chemistry," you answered. she could hear the frustration in your voice and truly felt bad for you. you were smart, none of the girls doubted that, but your school work was hard. ona was glad that she had never been placed in such advanced classes because she swore that she would have gone mad.
"good luck," ona said as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. it took you nearly another 40 minutes to finish up your homework, and in that time, you had gone into alexia's guest room. you were coming out of the room to tell her that you were done when you ran into alexia in the hallway.
"dinner is ready, i was coming to get you," alexia said. you nodded, looking absolutely exhausted. "do you feel okay?"
"yeah, i'm fine," you told her. truthfully, between practice and your work, everything was weighing down on you. you were grateful that your parents were letting you have this sleepover in the middle of the week, glad for the break from your normal routine.
"okay, well, come on, i saved you a seat." alexia put her arm around your shoulders as she led you towards the table. there were two seats open, one next to lucy and the other next to mapi. there was an unspoken rule at alexia's that you weren't allowed to eat your meals next to mapi, so you weren't surprised to be ushered in next to lucy.
"hi!" you greeted the other defender brightly. lucy sort of shrugged you off, just grunting in response. your face fell a little, something that didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the team. claudia was quick to try and cheer you up, but it didn't work. you seemed to be upset and distracted for the rest of the night, even going to bed before the movie was even halfway over.
…
it had hurt, but you finally came to the conclusion that lucy didn't like you. so much of your time felt wasted trying to impress her. nothing that you ever did would be good enough because all lucy saw you as was an insignficant little kid. you weren't her equal, she was being forced to be on your team.
"mr. jona," you said nervously. he glanced up from his computer, surprised to find you standing in his office. he had a meeting soon, one with alexia to figure out good lineups. "c-can i make a request?"
"is something wrong?" he asked. you were much more nervous than he had ever seen you before, and that was saying a lot. your first couple weeks had been a big adjustment, one that you had truly struggled with.
"i don't want to be in the backline. do you think that i could try playing in the midfield today please?" you asked him. there were no doubts that you could do it, but alexia had mentioned pushing you back in positioning so that you could learn from lucy. she knew that all you wanted was to be just like the right back, so jona was a little confused by your request.
"of course, but i can't promise that i can keep you there throughout the season," jona said. you nodded and thanked him for his consideration. you felt a little better going back into the locker room to finish getting ready. at least you had until jona announced that you'd be paired up with ingrid in the midfield for practice.
if there was anybody on the team you had trouble keeping the truth from, it was ingrid. with mapi around, you had a distraction, but one-on-one, ingrid was sure to notice that something was up. you were terrified all practice as you waited for the shoe to drop and her to begin questioning you. however, that time never came, and slowly, you started to relax.
"good practice," ingrid said as she placed her hand on your shoulder. you glanced over towards her, dropping your eyes just slightly to meet hers. "they could put you anywhere and you'd thrive."
"gracias," you thanked her. you felt a little better than you had all pre-season from that. you even managed to momentarily forget about lucy for the day. you had forogtten about the way that she had made you feel small by ignoring you constantly. and that seemed to be your big mistake.
you couldn't always have perfect practices. you were bound to make some mistakes, everybody did. jona liked having you in the midfield, occasionally pushing you forward into an attacking position. that was how you managed to get the ball at your feet during a scrimmage. you were sprinting down the line, and lucy came in at your side to get the ball from you.
"what the fuck!" it had been an accident, an honest mistake. irene stepped in between your body and lucy's to protect you from lucy's wrath. you watched the british woman slowly get up to her feet, obviously favoring her knee. "are you stupid?"
"lucy-," ona warned, only to be cut off. lucy shoved irene aside as she zeroed in on you.
"are you trying to end my career or do you just like playing dangerously? maybe you should go to arsenal, i'm sure that you could learn a lot from mccabe. she likes attention, so you can follow her around too. injuring me won't suddenly free all my time up to babysit you, understood?" lucy's words cut deep. your jaw fell open, but you quickly snapped it shut when all of that hurt turned into anger. you weren't quite sure what you wanted to do, so you just shoved lucy back as hard as you could and ran away.
"sure, run like the big fucking baby that you are!" lucy shouted after you. at her words, you started to run a little faster. everybody on the pitch was silent, but lucy could feel their disapproving stares on her as she hobbled off of the field. she went straight to the trainer's to get some ice for her knee, which was hurting worse than it had in a long time.
"what the hell is wrong with you?" of all the people that lucy expected to come after her for yelling at you like that, it wasn't ona. lucy knew that the two of you weren't particularly close at all. "how could you say those things to (y/n)?"
"don't tell me that you jumped on the precious baby train with (y/n) too. she could have ended my career knocking into me like that," lucy said. ona softened a little at the realization that lucy was just scared and had lashed out, however, that didn't last very long. ona had seen the tears running down your face whenever you ran away.
"she's not even 17 yet lucy, she is practically a baby. and don't you dare act like what you just did was mature. that girl worshipped you when she got here, now you're lucky if she even wants to play in barcelona anymore," ona said. she jabbed lucy in the chest, knocking lucy back a little. "what is your issue with her?"
"you saw her out there!" lucy huffed.
"yes, i saw you run into her. this wasn't her fault lucy, it's yours. now, go and apologize. fix this quickly because this is the only time i'll be nice about it."
…
"(y/n)," lucy said softly. she approached you slowly, careful to keep some space in between the two of you as she sat on the bench next to you. "i'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. i didn't mean it."
"yes you did. it's how you've felt since i arrived here. you just finally had an excuse to let it all out," you muttered angrily. "don't worry, i don't want anything to do with you anymore, i promise."
"(y/n), please-," lucy tried.
"no, dont! you obviously meant it lucy. i have tried to get your attention since i got here because all i've ever wanted was to play next to you. you were my hero, the whole reason that i worked so hard to get here. now i wish that i had never been signed to this club with you!" you shot up from your seat, grabbing your things as you stormed out of the locker room.
"(y/n)." ingrid and alexia followed you out to the parking lot. you were prepared to brush right past them and attempt to walk the five or so miles back to your house. instead, you were stopped by alexia's hand on the back of your neck. "stop it. would you like me to take you home, bebita?"
"yes please," you asked. alexia put her arm around your shoulders as she guided you outside. you had never seemed so small to her before, but lucy had broken you down until you were absolutely miniscule. alexia didn't know if she would be able to fix things, but she hoped that you would end up okay by the end of the season.
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Are your requests still open? I’d love a fic where the (AFAB) reader is in a situation where she’s forced to share a bed with Vessel (maybe she’s a musician who’s touring with ST and the hotel is short on rooms? lol I know it’s super cliche) and in the middle of the night he wakes her up by initiating sex? 🥰
This was so fun to write, thank you!! And thank you for being my first request/ask, I'll never forget it! Sorry it took me a hot second to finish. To be honest, I feel I got a tad carried away but I hope I did our lean bean of a man justice! <3
vessel x f!band!reader
warnings: smut MDNI +18
You were waiting in the lobby of the hotel your tour agent had booked, spinning your luggage case lazily by its extended handle. The staff had been frantic as your large group entered the building.
IV was at the counter talking to the man who was clicking desperately at his computer. Something clearly was wrong with the reservation, but you were so tired that you really didn't care, you just wanted to slide into a cozy bed and sleep like the dead. It had been a long day, not including the show tonight and piling into a van afterwards.
Two of your best friends and bandmates, Alexis and Maggie were sitting on one of the lobby couches quietly showing memes to II. Vessel, III, and Liv, your bassist, were sitting on the bench right next to them. You all had gotten to know each other fairly well considering you inhabited a bus for numerous hours, watched each other practice, and went out to eat together.
You had noticed Vessel staring at times the past few weeks. You didn’t particularly mind the man was checking you out, it felt good to be wanted in a genuine way. You were not opposed to something new. You had become aware of him giving you glances that were a few seconds too long, a hand grazing just a little slower, him waiting for you so he could walk with you to wherever you were going.
And the teasing and bickering, god, it never ended. You didn't expect any different, being in close quarters with four boys and your three raunchy best friends, it was a constant war. You didn't quite know how to navigate these waters with Vessel though, it had been quite a while since your last boyfriend.
Your attention was brought back by IV walking back over to where you stood, a grimace on his face.
“Something happened to their booking system, they’re overbooked and we're going to have to share rooms until tomorrow.”
Some sort of seniority took over his voice, “Maggie, Alexis, Liv you can share the two-queen room, II, III, and I will share the other. That leaves you and Ves with the last king room”, he said pointing between you and Vessel.
Your eyes could’ve popped out of your head at that moment, but you schooled your expression hopefully before anyone noticed. You looked over to your bandmates and saw how Liv wanted to protest, but closed her mouth before she could say anything, knowing it was futile and everyone was too exhausted to care. It was nearing 3am and you were only spending two nights here before traveling again.
Vessel's eyes instantly shot towards yours, a small smirk forming on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. Those lips.
“I guess it's you and me, then, love.” He gets up, standing to his full height before grabbing his duffel bag from beside him. The rest of the group rises and gathers their things, IV giving out key cards in silence.
You look at your girls, bidding them goodnight with a small wave and suddenly your hands are empty. Vessel had taken it upon himself to steal your suitcase and start walking towards the elevators.
Startled, Maggie giggles behind you at your expression. Breath leaves your mouth in a sort of sigh and laugh, and your tired legs begin to move in his direction. He is already in the elevator, keeping the door open for you.
“Damn your long legs.”
He turns to you once the doors shut, “I hope you have a little bit of energy left in you,”
You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” You know what kind of tone he has, a playful, flirtatious one that makes you blush.
“I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?” the doors open to the new floor and he darts out, immediately walking in long strides and searching for the correct door. You try to keep up, watching him try the key card on the fifth door down the hall and entering. You walk into the blackness of the room knowing he's just in front of you. He nearly giggles as he turns on the bedside lamp and watches your face scrunch up at the sudden light.
“You could at least warn a girl,” you yawn. Just as described, there is one large plushy looking king bed in the center of the room, a tv mounted to the wall, a little breakfast counter, and a door ajar on the other side, the bathroom.
Vessel drops both of your bags at the end of the bed, “Okay, me first, I need a shower.” he announces. You scoff and nod anyway, both of you taking out your pajamas and toiletries you'll need to set them aside.
Vessel puts his hand on your hip from behind you, the boldest move he’s made yet, “I’ll be quick” is all he whispers near your ear. The warmth of his hand lingers on you even though you hear the door shut. You finally breathe again, you had stood frozen for too long. Is this really happening?
You finally search out the TV remote, finding some mind-numbing home renovation show. You watch a few minutes, zoning out entirely, before the knob of the door twists and you turn your head. Your eyebrows raise at the sight before you.
He is a little damp, clothes in hand, the last few water droplets running down his lean torso, hair scruffy from the towel dry he did before wrapping it lowly around his waist. You almost drool before looking back up to his eyes.
“My eyes are up here, darlin,” he smirks. You feel your entire being light up red hot before you want to implode for getting caught staring at the very… enticing area that he is putting on display. It's not like he wears those pants for no reason at shows, it leaves little to your imagination and he knows it.
You jump up with your head down, grabbing your things and dipping into the bathroom without another word. You shower hot, needing an excuse to be as pink as you were with that fine man that you had been roomed with. Your pajamas were just an oversized Sleep Token shirt and a short pair of plaid shorts.
After scrubbing the day off of you, you change into your pajamas before your hand hesitates at the knob. You breathe out. We are just sleeping. We aren’t even anything yet. Why am I being so dramatic about this?
You summon all of your courage to open the door and look out to see Vessel in bed, scrolling his phone, the room only illuminated by the TV. You put your leftover toiletries and laundry on top of your bag before plugging in your phone and pulling back the covers on the other side.
Vessel looks over to you, “Come here, love”, opening his arms to you. You snuggle into his side and onto his chest, as his hand rubs up and down your back. You involuntarily let out a little sigh of relief, finally you can rest. You fall asleep like that, him holding you close and warm.
You wake up a few hours later, having turned to your side in your sleep, one of his still around your middle and the other under your neck.
You move slightly and become aware of something pressed against your ass. You immediately hold your breath.
You slowly breathe out, and try to inch yourself away. His arm tightens around you. Oh shit, he’s awake.
Like he reads your nervousness, he starts to kiss along the back of your neck to the side, underneath your ear. You shiver at his warm breath.
“Hmm, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it with your ass backed up to me darling.” You smile and blush at his words, knowing the effect you have on him. He grinds a bit into you as his hand slowly moves towards the waistband of your shorts.
You realize your shirt had bunched up just below your tits just as his other hand reaches up and runs through your hair, long fingers pulling just enough for your head to move back. You turn to your back when he easily grazes over your clit and you clench your thighs together. Vessel gives you a little growl in your ear and your thighs cave open as quick as your resolve.
“I've wanted you for so long, sweet thing, and I've got you all to myself now.” His fingers move in slow, small circles over your clit and your hands go to his bicep, grabbing at him for more. You let out a small moan as you lose yourself in the feeling of warmth of both of his hands touching your body and the building starry sensation in your belly.
You reach down towards his stomach, caressing down, trying to burn the feeling of his skin into your mind before coming into contact with the curls of his hair. You hesitate slightly and he quickly attacks your lips, like he's reading your mind again.
You continue on to wrap your hands around his long, hard dick and begin tugging on it. He smiles against your neck and brings his other hand up under your shirt to massage your tit before pulling your nipple taut and thumbing over the hard bud forming. He does the same with the other while his fingers work their way into your wet cunt, one slender finger at a time.
You are getting impatient now, kissing his lips and neck, sucking his soft skin into your mouth to leave your mark. He lets out a whimper before seemingly regaining control of himself. Noted for future reference.
He slides down your body in a quick moment before licking up your slick cunt, making you nearly cry out. He tongues your entrance before making his way up to your clit and practically latches on. You claw at the bed sheets beneath you eventually finding his grown out hair to pull. You don't know if you want him to stop or if you want more, this is so much better than your own fingers. You buck up into his mouth and he locks his arm around your thighs to keep you from squirming away. That feeling in your stomach is burning.
He makes a few deliberate swipes of his tongue in succession over your clit and he watches that you come undone beneath him. Your eyes roll back, your hips tighten, and you gasp out his name. He keeps his tongue flat against you, tasting your cum before coming up to kiss you.
The moment you taste yourself on him is the moment you feel him press against your swollen pussy. You moan into the kiss, wanting more of him. He grabs himself to properly press his dick into you. He does it slowly, making sure you savor every inch.
“Please, please, Vessel, please”, you beg him.
“Please what, kitten?”, that slow devilish smirk comes back with a vengeance on his wet lips.
“Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” You mumble out, embarrassed but full of anticipation.
He thrusts into you fully, making both of you moan out curses. Ves sets a pretty quick pace but makes sure to hit the one spot inside you that makes your pussy tighten around him on every pass. He bottoms out, touching the beginning of your cervix and you see his eyes roll back.
“God, you are better than I ever imagined.'' He reaches his hand down between the both of you to play with your clit again. This time though, your orgasm is quick to approach with him inside of you. His fingers move swiftly as you grind yourself down onto his cock to meet his every thrust.
You are scratching down his back trying to find purchase with how full he makes you feel. Soon enough, the pool of white hot in your belly is overflowing again and he changes the angle just slightly, fucking you through your orgasm. You moan out knowing your pussy is clenching around his dick in a vice grip. Just as you cum around him, he settles deep within you and his fingers dig into your hips. His thick ropes of cum spill into you and he pulls out to leave your cunt messy.
You open your eyes half-lidded after a moment, trying to catch your breath, “Jesus, did you… did you plan that all along?!”
He smiles wide at you, “Which part, the room sharing or the me-getting-you-to-myself?”
“Either?”
“The rooms being short just happened to play into my favor, but I was plotting to get you alone this weekend, my sweet kitten.” He pecks your lips before moving to the bathroom to get a warm towel for you both.
You sigh out as you watch him, “I didn’t know what I was missing out on, really.”
You hear his sweet laugh as he comes back in, gently running the towel over your pussy, cleaning you up. You squirm a bit but are easily distracted by the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh. You let out a small yelp when you feel teeth graze and a quick nip before he pulls away.
He slides in next to you again, pulling you close, “If I have it my way, you’ll be mine forever.”
“I’d really like that,” you murmured against his chest. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head before you fall back into a satisfied dreamless sleep.
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Moon Dust
I’ve been in worse situations..
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6. No Signal
*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*
Din Djarin x fem.reader
WC: 3.8k
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day bbys xx
Morning came faster than you would've wished. Although being unfamiliar, you're beginning to enjoy being hold while sleeping. His large frame keeping you warm and sheltered from the cold air while his strong chest—
"Are you okay?" hearing the voice coming from outside.
You simply smile to yourself as you strap your blaster in place. Your bags were already packed and ready to go, thanks to Mando. As you come out of the cave, you're being greeted by your new favorite tin man already in his beskar. “Have you eaten?” you ask smiling, but the smile quickly turns into confusion.
He hands a bowl to you, "I did, here, I made some for you.” You take it as you watched him put the fire out. “We should get moving if we want to be back to the ship by sundown.”
You nod, taking a bite and start to walk. You couldn't help but notice how cold he was towards you. You try not to think too much of it. Maybe he's just exhausted. I mean, you guys had a pretty rough couple of days. All of this was new to you both and not knowing exactly what was next was definitely toying with you. He's probably just still on edge, you tell yourself.
After an hour of walking, you begin to feel tired. None of you had said a single word to each other since you left. Not that you cared much for it, but you were still concerned. “Where's that lake anyway? Are you sure we're going in the right direction?”
He halts, turning around as quickly, “are you saying that I'm wrong?”
His defensive tone leaves you surprised. “N-no I'm just wondering.. It's just that yesterday– “
“Yesterday what?” His voice was becoming harder.
You sigh, shaking your head, “nothing.” but you hear the leather of his gloves cracking as he rolls his hands into fists. Without a word, he ignites his jetpack before taking off. “Hey! Where are you going??” You try to shout louder but he's already gone. As you look around you feel defeated. He was finally starting to open to you. And now you felt like it was back to square one. “I should've just stayed quiet. Why do I even care that he's gone? Why do I care if he doesn’t talk to me? Ugh, this is just stupid...”
After a moment you finally calm down as you sit on a boulder. Waiting for him to come back and he does. Hearing the noise of his jetpack coming closer, you see him coming down through the tree branches before landing.
“Where were you? I didn't even know if you were coming back..” Were the first words coming out of you. You were mad and it showed.
He takes a deep breath, “You really thought I'd leave you here?” Saying as he walked pass you.
The fact that he looked so calm made you angrier for some reason. “I don’t know, you just left me.”
He sighs, “I was just looking for the lake.” he says in a cold voice. “Come..”
But you were too angry to even look at him. Frowning your brows and lips, you begin to walk in the opposite direction. “Where are you going?” You hear him say from behind, but you don’t bother to answer. “I see, using my own actions against me. Clever, you're a cleaver girl..” You just ignore him the best you can. Walking faster as you're approaching the ship. He doesn't say a word as he follows you. Which pissed you off even more. Not only were you stuck on this planet, but you were stuck with a brute. A handsome, annoying, brute.
Arriving at the ship, you get in without even glancing back. Moving quickly and directly to your room. You didn't care about anything right now. Not him, not your family, not even this prison planet. You were feeling more alone than ever before. Even in training, when you were completely alone in the woods, you knew it would end at some point. But this, this is different. There's a possibility that this was it. That there is no way of going back. It might never end. You might never see your family again. None of them.
After about an hour of lying in bed, you can hear your stomach rumble. Maybe there's still some ration bars left in the kitchen. You sit up, feeling like the air in your room is thick. With the back of your sleeve, you dry the tears that had fallen on your cheeks earlier. Finally, with heavy legs, you stand up. You're feeling drained and empty but mostly hungry. As you gather your forces to get more energy, you move carefully to the small kitchen. Without the Mandalorian in sight, you see a single portion of meat and veggies on the table. He still cooked for me? Surprised, you take it. Feeling instantly guilty for the way you treated him earlier. Did you go too hard on him? Maybe you should've given him a chance to explain? You blink a few times as you feel dizzy. Nothing seemed rational at this point. You sigh as you look to the fresher. Maybe a shower would do you some good.
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Meanwhile the Mandalorian was in the cockpit. Sitting on his pilot chair as he played with a metal sphere. Rolling and passing it in between his fingers. He didn't know what to do or what to say to you. He's not used to having company in general and for him, you were definitely a challenge. He was also scared to lose what he had with you even though he knew it was wrong. He just couldn't help it. Just walking behind you in silence was killing him. All he wanted was to grab you and hold you close but he knew better than to come to you when you were angry. Still, it was killing him that you were feeling this way towards him. You were intoxicating him in the best way possible. He knew he had to make it right.
Hearing you come out of the fresher makes his heart pounce. When did she come out of her room? He wondered. Sighing, he rises from the comfort of his chair, heading to the ladder.
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You were still walking around the kitchen when you saw the Mandalorian come down the cockpit. Your heart was pounding faster at the sight of him. Why am I feeling this way? Why am I nervous? He just a man, a stoic, strong, and–
He comes walking towards you slowly. “You're right, about earlier? I'm sorry. I should've said something. It wasn't fair to you. We're a team. If we are going to survive on this planet, we need to work together.” Saying as he nervously plays with the tip of his gloved fingers. He takes more firm steps in your direction. “I don't know how to be around you. I–I've never been.. Please forgive me.”
You felt small. Even though you had your towel covering your frame, you felt much more naked than you were. You ended up simply nodding. Accepting his apology to quickly end this awful conversation.
He nervously passes his thumb on your jaw. “Can you–” he stops, clearing his throat, “can you come sleep with me?” Asking, tilting his helmet slightly. Seeing your eyes round up at his request, he quickly corrects himself, “No uh, I don't want to sleep alone. I like being with you...”
You smile shyly, nodding as you take a step forward. “Sure, I'll sleep by your side.” As he's about to turn, you quickly add, “I’m sorry too.”
Taking your hand, he squeezes it before taking you into his room. Once inside, he takes a shirt from his small closet. Putting it over your head. You can see him swallow as his fingers brush the side of your hips. “Here, you're going to be more comfortable.” He says before turning around and starting to remove his armor. His shirt was too big on you, falling right above you knees but most importantly, it smelled like him. While waiting, you moved under the covers, watching him remove piece by piece the weapons and beskar covering his shape. Having only his helmet, shirt and pants left. You stared at him as if he was the only man left in this galaxy. Which right now, kind of feels like it. Gawking at his muscular physique showing through the fabric as he carefully places his weapons in a safe case.
He turns his helmet looking quickly at you, “sorry won't take long.”
With your cheeks all red, you smile softly, “take your time”
He chuckles at your comment. After closing the light off, you hear the hissing of his helmet before you feel him joining you in bed, “you like watching me.” he whispers, stating more than questioning.
You move more comfortably. Adjusting yourself as he shifts closer to you. “I also like your arms around me.”
He smiles to himself, guiding your body in the dark so he can hold you from behind, “like this?” Moving his hand smoothly against your hip. His fingertips digging slightly into your flesh.
You nod feeling your eyes heavy. Closing them before feeling his hardness in between your ass cheeks. He moved his face in the nape of your neck, breathing into your hair. “I'm sorry, I'm just happy you're here. I mean not here on this planet but—”
“Mando, sleep..” you couldn't keep yourself awake any longer. You can however definitely get used to this. It's ridiculously comfortable and safe how you feel in his presence. You might be stuck here but you're stuck here with him. And after the day and past few weeks you've had, this was a good thing.
You wake up to the low sound of wind rustling through the walls of the ship. Branches lightly brushing the outside shell.
When you start to realize where you were, you rise. The Mandalorian was still deeply asleep next to you. Feeling the cold morning air moving into the ship and quickly the oversized tee that you were wearing was no longer enough.
Carefully, you get out. Making sure not to look back at him as you open the door. You know you can't see his face. Even if technically, you could.
Entering your room, you go directly for your clothes. Wondering what he looked like underneath his helmet. You knew he had a strong jaw and a short beard but that was all you got. You also didn't want to wonder too much since you couldn't see him anyway. You ended up getting into your own bed, not wanting to wake him up by going back in. Closing your eyes as you finally get warmer under your covers.
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You wake up again, slowly hearing the door sliding open as heavy boots are walking towards you. Moving your eyes up, you meet the Mandalorian. Who is now watching you from above and he doesn't look like he's in a good mood. He wore the same outfit he went to bed with but has his helmet on. “Is everything okay?” You ask worryingly rubbing your eyes, but he doesn't say a single word. “Did I do somethi— “
“–You weren't there. I woke up and you weren't there...” His voice is dry.
You sit up frowning your brows, “In your bed? I'm sorry Mando, I was cold and went to get my clothes. I just fell right back asleep.”
“I thought you had left.” His voice was breaking slightly. Oh, he was hurt. If you hadn't spent your time analyzing his overall body language theses pass weeks you might've missed it. And that's when you realized. He was no longer a stranger.
“I was just cold and tired. I swear I wouldn't just leave. Plus, where do you want me to go anyway? We're stuck here.”
His body stiffened at your words, “Well I'm sorry that you're stuck with me...”
“That's not what I said, and you know it. What's going on?” He turns around about to walk out of your room. “Please talk to me, I can't help if– “
He halts, his back still turned to you. “I have never removed my helmet.”
“Is this what this is about? I haven’t looked, I promise.”
He plays nervously with the tips of his bare fingers. “You must understand. I never removed my helmet in front of anyone, except my son and even then, it only happened once. I– “
“Stop.” You couldn’t take it anymore. This was going in a direction that you weren't prepared for. You needed to make him understand. You needed to be honest. “I like you Din, I like you a lot.” You could feel the warmth going straight to your blushing cheeks as you say the words. But your chest started to hurt as he just turned around and stares at you motionless. You swallow, looking around the room. Trying to quickly find a hole deep enough to hide in. You weren't the one to run away but his rejection would be too much to bear right now.
He lets out a low growl, “I do too” tilting his helmet as he moves closer. Hovering you with his broad shape. With better lighting, you can see the prominent veins crippling along his arms. His muscles twitching and contracting as he places his semi harden cock over your mount. Moving slowly as his bare callous fingers graze the side of your neck. “I’m sorry, he whispers, I just want you so much.” He brings them to your chin, swiping them on your bottom lip. You let out a pleasant shaking breath and that's all he needed to know before moving his hand to close the light console on the side of your bed. Removing his helmet in the process.
Your mind was going a thousand miles an hour. This feels good, so good. For the first time in a long time, you weren't thinking about anything. Simply enjoying the hands of a strong and tender man roaming your body in the dark. A smile appears on your lips when you finally sense his, slowly moving down your neck. The air in the room felt thicker and warmer as he removed your top and his as well.
As you try to anchor yourself in the dark, you place your hands flat on his chest. If you can't see his face, can you at least touch it? Slowly you move them up to the side of his neck. He stays still, rigid even, as if he's trying to figure out what to do but doesn't stop you. You can feel his body moving slightly back as you bring your fingers to his jaw, who is clenched. Feeling his chest muscles contracting on your forearms before coarse, hard hair comes poking your fingertips. Which only sparked your curiosity. You moved them quickly to his lips. Feeling them shaking slightly while his mustache was tickling you. He was nervously breathing heavier as you moved them higher to his cheeks. Grabbing your wrist, he stops you.
He grunts, holding the side of your head as he kisses you like a starved man, pushing his tongue inside searching for yours. For a man who never kissed before he wasn't half bad. He was a bit sloppy, but you had a feeling that he was just really driven. Especially since he keeps grinding his cock over your clothed pussy.
Soft whimpers escape your lips as he moves towards your chest. Your nipples were already on peak from the cold morning air trapped in the ship. He hums against your skin as he grabs one of them with his mouth. Holding your tits in place while making sure to squeeze them softly occasionally as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive nipples. All you could hear were your heavy breaths followed by Mando's muffled low moans. The wet noise of his plumped lips sucking and pulling lightly on your flesh made it hard not to drip everywhere.
You were getting lost in pleasure as you rake your hands into his hair. Fisting them as he lets go of your tits to give one single wet kiss to your belly. Adjusting himself in bed. What is he doing? Feeling his fingers grabbing your pants from the inside on each side of your hips, he pulls them completely off. Softly passing the back of his fingers on your thigh, he moves them gradually between your legs. You can hear him swallow and breathe deep. Sensing a single finger softly brushing your clit. The sensation jolts inside of you. You were way more sensitive than you thought. Making you moan instantly to his touch.
Hearing you made him chuckle, as he passes them through your folds. His fingertips were staying at your entrance, toying with you. Gliding slightly softly in while making sure not to push too far but just enough to make you want more. “Mando please,” you finally cry out. Pressured by your pleasurable pleas, he slides one inside. Slowly pushing in and out a few times before putting his whole mouth around you. This was heaven and hell as he adds another finger inside you. He took his time pumping his digits as he gave your engorged clit some gentle sucks here and there. You whined as soon as he pulled them away.
His sudden absence left you disoriented. Even in the pitch dark of your room, you could sense him stroke himself with your leftover slick on his hand. You bring your legs around his hips to pull him closer to you. Growing impatient to feel him inside. Trapped in between your legs, he adjusts his cock in front of your entrance. Without warning you start to sink on it as you continue to kiss him.
Taken by surprise, he stops moving. “Fuuck,” he grunts out. “Slow down you're, you're tight cyar’ika.” Taking your hand while you make his dick slowly disappear effortlessly inside of you.
As you adjust yourself to him and him to you, you pass a hand on jaw, ‘’Cyar’ika?’’
You can feel him shyly smile against your hand, ‘’it means sweetheart’’ Trusting in fully, holding you by the hip. Making you wince at your sensitive cunt clenching around him before he kisses your palm. He lets out some low moans as he rhythmically pushes against your core. With all that edging you were close to your release, and he knew it. Bending down he kisses you fully, “Maker cyare..”
You make him go deeper by bringing your legs around him, “Yeah?”
“Yeah..” he moans out, feeling his lips curl against yours. It doesn't take long before you start whimpering against him. Feeling that rush moving between your thighs. He follows you closely as you come together.
Feeling lightheaded as you catch your breath. He comes to lay by your side, still in your pitch-black room. The only thing that is anchoring to reality is his chest moving up and down as if he was the calmest river.
As you are wrapped in his arms, you can't help but wonder about him. You never really met a Mandalorian before Din, and you were full of questions. “Were you always a Mandalorian?”
“No, they found me when I was a foundling. my parents were killed during the war, and they took me as one of their own.”
“I'm so sorry.”
He doesn't say anything because well there's nothing much to say. Simply passing his thumb over your shoulder. “I'm the one who's sorry, about earlier, I should've said my intentions. The crew must be informed at all times.”
“The crew uh..”
He laughs through his nose as he pets your head. “Would you come with me? To look for the lake?”
You smile softly, “yeah, okay.”
He gives your forehead a kiss as he shifts in the bed. Taking the blanket to make sure your body was covered. He quickly gathers his scattered clothes. “What if we’re really trapped here? On this planet..” You feel Mando shifting through the darkness before hearing his voice still crisp and clear “Keep your eyes close” he asked. Now seeing red behind your eyelids, you feel his knee moving in between your thighs.
“Mando? What are you doing?”
All you could hear was his breathing, “I want to see you with my eyes, no helmet.”
Grabbing your jaw, he moves your face upward to him. You can feel his gloved thumb brushing your bottom lip before sensing his plush ones press on to yours. You're starting to be aroused again as he lets his tongue slide in. He smiles instantly as he sees you move slightly against his knee. “You're so beautiful cyare.” Giving you one last peck. He lets go of you before hearing the click of his helmet followed by his modulated voice. “I will always make sure that you are safe.”
“That’s not what I mean, can I open my eyes?”
“Yes”
And as you open them you see your clothes already placed in front of you. You start to dress yourself, “I mean we don’t have anything. No medicine, almost no tools. And we’re about to go out of food pretty soon.”
“Now it’s you who needs to stop. We’ll figure something out. We’re both warriors and resourceful. I don’t see how we couldn’t make this work.”
“Din..”
He takes a deep breath, “I’ve been in worse situations..”
You smile to him, “you’re right. I’m sure we will find a way to get back. Anyway, if we leave for the lake now, we could be back in time before sunset.”
“Uh yeah, I'll go put my Armor on.” As he leaves, he keeps thinking back to your words.
Find a way to get back..
He knew this planet was hostile and it wasn’t the best place to be, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty that he secretly enjoys being trapped here with you. He knew that this relationship wouldn’t work in the real world. You were way too good, way too beautiful to be with a man who you couldn’t even see his face. He knew the dangers of being here but at the same time there was nowhere else he'd want to be right now. He takes a deep breath as he gets into his beskar. One day at a time, he tells himself before meeting you outside.
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Chop, chop
Sooo...this little oneshot here was heavily inspired by @hacked-by-jake as well as @itsnotzka and her adorable Jake-AI (with whom I had a very funny conversation 🤭). It’s just a short little thingie - I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had while writing! 💙
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'Jaaakeeeee...we have to go! Where are you?'
She impatiently waited in the hallway, looking at the clock on the wall with furrowed eyebrows, when she finally heard his hasty footsteps as he came out of his study.
'I'm here, I'm here, we can go...I just had to wait for that last test run to finish, and I deployed something and couldn’t leave it alone, and...what?' With raised eyebrows she looked at him, arms crossed and an annoyed expression on her face.
'W-what is it? Why...What’s wrong?' confused, he looked at her and couldn’t make out what the problem was. He glanced nervously at the clock. 'We're not late yet, are we? If we leave now, we'll still be on time, we just have to hurry a bit. Heh. Uhm. Love? Can we...go?'
'I don’t know, Jake, can we?' She waited, wondering when he would notice. They were late now anyway, so why bother and give him a hint - a few minutes more wouldn't make any difference now.
Worried, Jake looked at her and her annoyed expression for a moment, then he cautiously looked down at himself when it finally hit him...'Oh fuck! Crap! Of course! I'm sorry! I-I'll be back in a minute, alright? It won't even take me a minute! Ok? Just a second, I'll be back in a second! Sorry, I-uhm...alright! Love youuu!' and *poof* he was gone again.
She sighed, dropped her bag on the floor and leaned on the wall to wait for Jake, not able to suppress a little smile. Adorable dork!
She heard him rummage through their closet and bump into furniture, like always when they were late (because of him!). But she had to admit that she kinda liked that, it was fun to watch and witness the else so concentrated and serious man being clumsy and hasty and in such trouble. She heard another bump and it sounded as if Jake stumbled over the clothes that probably were scattered all over the floor, followed by an annoyed groan. She quietly giggled and shook her head.
When they finally arrived, the group was already waiting.
'You are late. AGAIN!' Lilly huffed annoyed, while Hannah softly asked in a whisper 'His pants again?', causing Jake to scrunch his face and blush furiously. Fortunately for him, no one else listened to that little conversation or heard MC's exhausted whining 'Yeah...again...it's always the same. Every single time...', accompanied by a deep and dramatic sigh.
While Lilly patted MC's shoulder encouragingly and clumsily tried to comfort her by assuring her that Jake will learn it one day (hopefully!), her beloved finally dared to say something - or more precisely, mumble something: 'At least I had my boxers on...' At this, she turned around and looked at him with a mischievous smile that meant danger. Oh no...Oh fuck, please, no... 'Yeah...THIS time.' dammit! ...well, attack is the best defense, right?
His embarrassed face turned into a sassy one. 'Why so annoyed, my precious? You weren't that annoyed last time...'
And then he winked. That bastard winked at her with a suggestive smirk!
'But we never showed up to that family gathering! You don’t want to know what I had to come up with to excuse our absence...!' Jake was about to say something when they suddenly were interrupted by gagging noises. Oh, right, Lilly and Hannah were still there...
'Eww, you two! That’s waayyyyyy too much information! Seriously, don’t...just - please, never talk about this again, ok?!' Lilly stuck her fingers in her ears and fled to the rest of the group.
'Well, that was fun...let's do that again, please!' Hannah said cheerfully and followed her little sister with a big grin and a nasty giggle. The next meetings with the group or Jake's family would be a lot of fun - for Hannah, at least. Jake and MC on the other hand were already thinking about possible exit strategies.
'What about...uhm...urgent emergencies? How many are realistic before they notice that these are just an excuse? Or we could...uhm...we could have a transportation problem? You know, no car and public transportation is out of service or something like that?'
To their misery, Hannah heard that. 'If you forget your pants and boxers again, you can come with your helicopter - chop, chop!'
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hello mijin😀!!! i have this headcannon that both jotaro and kakyoin are really good at ballroom dancing but don’t really show it but on their hs graduation day the reader convinces the pair to do a dance with her (“If you love me then you’ll do it” situation with jotaro because he was embarrassed but loves the reader too much to say no)
so on their graduation, after everyone was called up and stuff, the headmaster announces smth like “and now we have l/n y/n kakyoin noriaki and kujo jotaro for …” kinda thing.
ok now i’m rambling but i hope you get what i mean🙏
awww the idea's cute 💕 Jotaro having to dance ballroom with his lover and best friend is something I never thought I needed 💕 Hmm though I'm gonna be honest, I don't know how to write this as a full fledged fic as I usually do since you've already provided the story 😅, but I'm gonna give you a cute drabble instead! Also made some small tweaks to your request here and there.
Hope you enjoy! 💌
May I Have This Dance - Jotaro x Reader
"Hey Kakyoin!"
The cherry-haired student turned to you with a friendly smile. "Oh hey Y/N, is something up?"
"Did you know we have to dance at our graduation ceremony?" You said, almost whining. "And here I thought we're just gonna go on stage, take our diplomas, and throw our hats as all students do during graduation events."
Kakyoin chuckled. "Yeah, I did know about the ballroom dance. I was told ahead of time."
"You aren't... opposed to the idea of dancing in front of multiple people?
"Well, there are other pairs that will dance with us. Besides," he smirked placing his finger under his chin. "We do know how to dance to ballroom music-"
"No shot! You're kidding, right?!" You exclaimed. "And... we?"
"Jotaro and I."
A pause.
"Jotaro too?!" Your boyfriend of a year. Who never shared any interest to dancing nor has he looked like the type to. Yet his friend proclaimed that he just so happened to be good at it.
"You didn't know? Ah well to be fair, he's good at it recently," Kakyoin said. "Apparently, he overheard faculty saying about planning a ballroom dance weeks prior and he asked me to help him with some pointers."
"Guy's a fast learner. Got to give him that."
"Why though? He doesn't even like fancy stuff like that."
Your friend sent a knowing stare and a raised brow at your direction. Your cheeks flared at the implied answer. For you.
"S-Still... I have to see it for myself."
And you would as time passed and your batch have just graduated. It was evening and the post-ceremony party was at hand. Students have opted to switch their academic robes with cocktail dresses of different styles and suits aimed to impress.
Following the dress code, you wore your finest dress that may or may not have let the bypassing teenagers turn their heads at you. Though, none have went past staring when your boyfriend stood intimidating beside you in his formal attire without his hat.
Kakyoin joined you two shortly after his arrival and just in time as the MC occupied the podium, welcoming the newly graduates and laying out a speech about what's to lie ahead.
Then the awaited ballroom dance happened.
Everyone who knew the steps were called to the center, students in glee as they pulled their partners to the spotlight.
You glanced at Jotaro, who was very much hiding most of his blushing face behind his hand, brows furrowed and arms crossed. "Come on~ I know you know some steps." You nudged his elbow. "If you love me, then you'll show it to me~"
He grumbled something under his breath but couldn't pick up any words due to the music playing in the background.
You weren't complaining since you knew how much public performances were not his forte. But you did have a plan on how to bring him out of his shell.
The music would change three times during this segment- one that started with a generally energetic party song danced individually, then switched to a song that remained it's sappy upbeat tune where the dance is now done in pairs, and the last would be soft and sentimental, dedicated to the pairs that would dance to how one would interpret a "ballroom dance".
Majority would join in the first two, leaving the last to a handful of duos. Mostly couples or close friends.
This is where you joined in.
The moment the 2nd song faded out, Kakyoin lent out a hand for you to take and casting your boyfriend one last coy smile, you joined the cherry-haired to the center.
And your dance with him went as well as you expected. Given how few were dancing to this part, you could feel the eyes of the other men dancing stare at you, wanting to be your partner. But you didn't pay them any attention as you focused on coordinating your steps with Kakyoin.
"Do you think it'll work?" You muttered.
"Trust me it will," he replied in a second.
Just then, the music swelled as the chorus played out. The guys had to twirl their partners as a transition to pairing with another. And Kakyoin did just that- raised his arm to allow you to turn away from him and to another.
Given how every other duo seemed to compress closer to you and Kakyoin, anticipating for your hand, you had to tell yourself to accept someone else if it wasn't the one you weren't expecting it to be.
Just as you held the nearest hand and collided with your new partner, the eyes that greeted you weren't the violet colors of your friend nor was it the dark browns of the other men.
But the aquamarine hues of your lover.
A wide smile graced your face as Jotaro guided you through the motions of the dance, your left hand placed on his shoulder while his right laid on your waist. "You did come after all."
"You think I won't get annoyed by how many of our batch mates are eyeing you like meat?" He said with a sigh. "Also the noisy ones started talking me."
You chuckled just as the both of you spun in a graceful circle. Through your peripherals, nearly everyone in the room forgot about the other duos. All eyes watched their infamous delinquent and popular darling perform their ballroom dance in a mix of awe and envy.
Kakyoin stood by in the side, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched his closest friends centerstage.
"Aww was it just for those reasons?"
He clicked his tongue, shying away from your beaming gaze with the pink still present on his cheeks. "Don't play dumb. You know I practiced this whole damn thing for a reason."
"I know," you giggled as the song came to its last chorus. The grand swell of the melody prompted your boyfriend to grab your waist, lifting you up as he turned you mid-air.
The second he gently placed you down together with the calming of the music, you couldn't help but lay your head against his chest as the raven-haired swayed you along to the remaining minutes.
"Your practice paid off, love. You did great."
Through the applaud of the crowd, you heard Jotaro hum in acknowledgement together with lightly tightening his hand holding yours.
"I'm glad."
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albedo — cold hands ☆彡
summary — winter is coming and your hands are cold.
pairing — albedo/gender-neutral reader
tags — fluff; oneshot
word count — 718
a/n — my hands were hella cold and an idea popped up inside my head. i had a post schedule before this one but i couldn't resist the urge to post it immediately.
evidence of the winter season approaching is clear but nothing is different in the ever so cold mountain of dragonspine where you are always at to accompany a certain alchemist who is also your boyfriend. he was busy doing his own thing at the alchemy table, writing something on his notebook after observing the reaction of two fluids that he has mixed together.
although you have already gotten used to the cold—supposedly— nowadays, you could hardly ever last more than a few hours in the freezing temperatures even with the amount of torches and campfires surrounding the tent. you don’t know if it’s the fact that winter is waltzing its way to the continent or what, nonetheless, it’s still cold and you regret not wearing an extra article of clothing on top of you.
you glanced at albedo who’s been standing for nearly an hour now, occupied with what he is doing. he might have forgotten that you're here with him because the last time you two have interacted was an hour ago. the only things you did while waiting for him is just sit and watch or admire his artworks. you don't complain though as coming with him and accompanying him here was your own decision. you just wish he would look back and—
"(name)?" and as if the gods had answered your prayers, he called out to you, looking in your direction with a hint of concern on his face. his voice, smooth and gentle, grabbed your attention and you answered, "yes?"
he didn't reply but instead, walked towards you while taking off his gloves. he then kneeled down in front of you, resting his hand against your cheek. his skin felt warm against yours and you can't help but lean against his comforting touch.
"you're cold," he said and placed his other hand against your unoccupied cheek, completely engulfing your face with warmth. it was soothing and comforting, it felt nice. "it is cold, 'bedo. we're in dragonspine, after all."
"you should have told me." you could only hum as a response and closed your eyes. although your face felt warm, the warmth wasn't enough. Your hands were freezing and it seems like the man in front of you noticed as he decided to release your cheek to hold your hands.
he filled in the gaps between your fingers with his, locking his hand with yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze as he looked you in the eyes, tender teal orbs looking at you with admiration. on his face was an expression that shows adoration, a smile so faint and small that it was hard to notice it at first.
"i heard this is a way to share body warmth and keep each other warm whenever it's cold since heat is being transferred and retained. are you feeling alright now?" he asks in a soft tone, voice so gentle and kind that it warms your heart. "i'm feeling better now, thank you."
albedo regrets not bringing his coat with him but at the same time, he is also thankful because he got to share this moment with you. although he took note inside his head to bring a blanket next time he climbs up the mountain.
"i miss you." you say, breaking the silence.
"but i've been here since earlier," he answered, tone confused as he tilts his head to the side. you could only chuckle and smile at him before speaking, squeezing his hand to which he squeezed back in return.
"you weren't talking to me and you were busy with your experiment."
"i apologize, i'll pay more attention to you now and always, is that alright?"
"it's alright, i forgive you and i'm sorry if i was being a bother."
"my love, you're not bothersome." he kisses your forehead, a smile immediately making its way to your face at that small action of his. you just love the way albedo doesn't hesitate in reassuring you and giving you affection.
silence reigned in the air once again but this still moment was pure solace within. just holding each other's hand and looking at each other's eyes with pure awe. not until he spoke again, his voice piercing the silence.
"can i hug you? i figured hugging is a better way to share body warmth."
"you don't have to ask that."
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"Whumpee? Oh my God, what the hell are you doing here? Have you lost your mind or something?!"
Caretaker's voice made Whumpee turn around. Behind him, the Caretaker could be seen knitting her eyebrows together, a mixed expression of annoyance and worry very typical of the Caretaker.
"Hey, Caretaker."
"Hey, Caretaker, the fuck! Who told you to get out of bed? It's already midnight and almost autumn; you're crazy, aren't you!" Caretaker walked hurriedly towards Whumpee who was standing leaning against a pillar, looking like he was also holding a crutch. "Gosh, at least wear your pajamas properly! You want to show off those bandages and bruises on your body, huh?"
Despite her grumbling, Caretaker's hands deftly buttoned Whumpee's pajamas. Whumpee smiled amusedly.
"Stop smiling because I'm really angry now. Gosh, you're not wearing your jacket either and where are your sandals? Are you going to die or what, stupid Whumpee?"
"Sorry, I couldn't raise my arms. So, I had trouble buttoning my pajamas and putting on my jacket, and then I couldn't find any slippers in my room."
"Okay, I don't need your clarification. Here, put on my jacket. What? Don't look at me like that; my clothes are MUCH thicker than your pathetic, thin pajamas. Raise your hand slowly; let me put them on."
Annoyed but still careful, Caretaker put her jacket on Whumpee's body. The jacket was a little short for Whumpee due to their different body sizes, but it didn't matter now that Whumpee felt warmer.
"Come on, go back to your room. You have to rest. Remember, you just woke up two days ago, and you're still recovering. You'll get cold if you stay here." The Caretaker tried to pull Whumpee inside.
"No, please. I want to be here. I need fresh air to ... breathe," Whumpee refused.
"Huh? What's wrong? Are you in pain? Your chest is tight? Come on, go to the treatment room so I can check your saturation and give you oxygen," Caretaker again tried to pull Whumpee inside.
"No, really. I'm fine. However, I need to be here for a while. I promise I'll be back soon; don't worry," Whumpee refused again.
"Why?" Caretaker was confused, "then... did you have a nightmare?"
Whumpee's silence was a 'yes' for Caretaker. Caretaker sighed. Apparently, there is still a problem here.
"Why don't you wake me or the rest of the team? We can accompany you so you can rest well, Whumpee. Instead of going out alone like this," said Caretaker.
"Sorry, I just didn't want to disturb your rest. Really, you worry too much about me. I can be alone; it's okay. Go back to sleep," said Whumpee with a smile.
"I hate seeing your smile as if nothing has happened. Even though, at first glance, you're very confused," Caretaker rubbed her face in frustration, "at least come on, sit down; your legs are shaking. You haven't been able to stand for very long."
This time, Whumpee didn't refuse when Caretaker supported him and sat Whumpee on the bench. They sat side by side in silence. Nobody started a conversation. Whumpee can only be seen staring into the dark distance.
"You want to share your burden? At least with me?" Caretaker's words broke the silence.
"I'm fine, Caretaker. Maybe I'm just tired. There's no need to worry, okay?"
"You know, I told you I hate your smile that looks like nothing's happened." Caretaker looked deep into Whumpee's eyes, "you smile, but I can't see any happiness in it. Stop bragging about being fine, Whumpee."
Whumpee just kept quiet.
"Can't you lean on me? On all of us? Why do you always think that we're the ones who should lean on you? Do you think we're that weak and we can't protect at least ourselves?" Caretaker scolded, "For God's sake, Whumpee! Stop always thinking that we are your dependents! All of us are here because we also have problems with the same Whumper!"
Whumpee was only seen playing with his fingers in silence, not daring to refute Caretaker's words.
"What makes you always think that you always have to protect us? So, what about yourself? Who will protect you? Do you think about protecting all of us and yourself? How ridiculous, Whumpee."
"You can never see the value in yourself. Always think it doesn't matter if you get hurt, as long as we're safe. You know, Whumpee, these past few months, we've all been looking for you, who was kidnapped by Whumper!" Caretaker ruffled her hair in annoyance. "Do you know how distraught we were about losing track of you? Do you know how worried we were seeing you die right before our eyes?!"
Whumpee closed his eyes. Caretaker is really angry now.
"I almost went crazy watching your heart stop. Do you know how my whole body trembled when I tried to get you back together again?! I do understand the world of health and care, but that doesn't mean I can't be scared! You know that we're all worried; you will never wake up again?! For God's sake, Whumpee, I can't understand your stupid way of thinking!"
"Stop always saying everything is fine, everything is under control, everything is safe or whatever! You are not God who can have everything under your control; you need help!" Caretaker cupped her hand on Whumpe's cheek and made their eyes meet. "What's wrong with accepting help, Whumpee? Everyone always needs help. Especially with your current condition."
Whumpee sighed. He had never once been able to win when he argued with Caretaker. Everything Caretaker says is true, but Whumpee often rejects it. He wants to protect all his friends from Whumper, especially Caretaker.
"At least this time, let us take care of you, at least until you recover, okay?"
Caretaker's soft fingers stroked Whumpee's thin, cold cheek. Soft and soothing strokes
"I don't know what Whumper has done to you. However, you are not fine. Your nightmares are a sign that you need help. I'm not as strong as you or the others, but let me help you."
Whumpee sighed again. He smiled, this time sincerely.
"You know, since I was little, I was never able to fight you when it came to arguing. Sorry for making you worry; I will try to depend on all of you."
"You'll never win against me because everything I say is true, stupid Whumpee!" said Caretaker this time with a soft laugh.
Maybe this is what Whumpee always wanted to protect. Caretaker's laughter and smile can always save him. Her soft, soothing touch is all in Caretaker. Whumpee slowly rested his head on Caretaker's shoulder, seeking comfort, and closed his eyes. Whumpee could smell the sweet smell of Caretaker's signature perfume there.
"Whumpee?"
"Just a moment. Leave it like this for a moment. I still need to breathe."
Caretaker smiled and said, "Just a few more minutes, okay? You should go back inside and sleep."
"Accompany me?"
"Huh? Alright, you baby."
Whumpee chuckled, "Hug me, Caretaker."
Caretaker raised an eyebrow, but then put her arm around Whumpee's shoulder, careful not to hurt the wound. Her soft fingers rubbed Whumpee's body to calm him.
"Caretaker?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you very much."
"Anytime, Whumpee."
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Hoax | Ming Chapter
January 18, 2023
''Yeah, I just got back from schedules.'' Seungkwan sighed over the phone to Jungwoo, content to be at the dorm again after a hectic day.
The NCT member chuckled, his day only starting. ''Well, my rehearsals are starting in like a few minutes, so wish me luck.'' All the members and staff were already spread on the stage, getting everything ready to start their small run through of the show.
''Timezones are weird, man.'' Seungkwan noted, taking a sip from his water bottle.
Jungwoo groaned. ''I know,'' he glanced around before remembering something, ''hey, there is this new restaurant not far from Han River that I would like to go to, it opened not too long ago.''
''The one with like food from all kinds of different cultures?''
''Yeah, that one!''
''Yerimie went to that one on the opening night, her friend knows someone there,'' The SVT member realized his younger member was saying something about this new place, ''let me ask her about it.''
Seungkwan looked over at Chan who just entered the kitchen. ''Dino-ya, do you know where Yerim is?'' He asked, still holding his phone up to his ear.
The maknae pointed his head towards the hallway. ''She's on a date with Yeonjun.'' He answered in an uninterested tone as he grabbed something from the fridge.
''Oooh~ my little sister has a boyfriend.'' Seungkwan sang, to no one in particular. ''Hey, Jungwoo-ah, I'll get Ming's friend, Soomin, to get us a nice table.'' He went back to his original conversation.
''That's nice, uh, my rehearsals are starting, so I gotta go.'' Jungwoo told him, the words coming out in stutters.
The man on the other line was confused by the sudden voice change. ''Alright- you okay, Woo?''
''Yes, just tired from the traveling, I'll talk to you later.''
''Great, bye!''
The call ended, and Jungwoo's eyes automatically went to his younger friend who was in a deep conversation with Johnny while stretching his legs. Mark must have noticed as he confusingly stared back at him. The 98-liner called him over with a wave of his hand.
The Canadian slowly made his way over to him. ''Hey, what's up?''
Jungwoo took a deep breath before speaking. ''Are you still talking with Ming? Like are you two still seeing each other?'' He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
''Yeah, I mean with the tour and different time zones and everything, the responses are quite slow, but yeah, we're still talking.'' Mark answered, frowning. ''Why, hyung?''
Mark's reply saddened him, he had kinda hoped for a different one. ''I just got off the phone with Seungkwan, and I asked after this certain restaurant, and he told me Ming had been there before- this is not relevant.'' He shook his head, realizing he was rambling on.
''Long story short, he asked, uh, Dino? I think it was Dino, if he knew where Yerim was and he said that she was on a date with Yeonjun? The guy from TXT, the Inkigayo MC.'' The look on Mark's face broke his heart, but he continued. ''And Seungkwan said something about him being her boyfriend.''
The younger man just stared at the ground, deep in thought about what he was just told. He didn't understand it, she had never said anything about having a boyfriend or anything about Yeonjun for that matter. Had he been gone that long that she started seeing someone else?
''You okay, Mark?'' Doyoung had joined them upon seeing Mark's troubled expression. He looked at his older member, but no words came out of his mouth.
Jungwoo answered instead. ''Yerim has a boyfriend.''
His words had caught the attention of the other members close by, who gathered around the youngest one. ''Wait, what?'' ''Are you serious?'' Yuta immediately put his arms around Mark, wanting to provide some sort of comfort.
''Her members said it themselves on the phone.'' Jungwoo confirmed to them, wiggling his phone in the air.
The rest of the guys were shocked and disappointed. They had seen how happy Mark got every time he would come back from one of their dates or any time he just talked about her.
''That's such a bitch move!''
''Yuta, don't.'' Taeyong scolded him, cursing people out wasn't the right thing to do at that moment and especially not in front of Mark.
Johnny patted his shoulder. ''Do you know what you're gonna do?''
Mark shook his head. ''No, but let's get on with rehearsals- we don't want to waste time.'' He turned around and walked to the center of the stage where the stage director was waiting for them. The members all glanced at each other, but swiftly followed him.
''Should I call Soonyoung?'' Doyoung asked Jungwoo, who seemed firmly against it. ''No, I don't think we should be meddling too much, let Mark handle it.''
During the run-through, their focus was simply on doing all the songs and making sure the stage, lights, mics, etc. were fine. Mark was handling it like a professional, putting the situation in the back of his mind and not letting it affect his rehearsal time. Yet, it was him who sat down next to Taeyong, asking for some advice.
''I don't really know what I should do, hyung.'' He admitted, his eyes darting between the leader and the ground.
Taeyong sighed, also not too sure on what the best step was. ''Maybe just send her a text saying you two shouldn't talk for a while or something, because if she does have boyfriend, I don't think he would appreciate you trying to pursue his girlfriend.'' He answered, while still monitoring the other members.
''Yeah, maybe- yeah, I'll send something later.'' Mark's mind immediately thought of all the things he could possibly say to her. Does he apologize? Does he get angry? He doesn't know.
The leader next to him caressed his hair. ''It's gonna be okay, Mark. Just put all your frustrations and thoughts in the performances.''
A few hours later when the run-through was done, Mark grabbed his phone and went to a more secluded area, so no one could see or hear him. He had been pondering on what he was going to send her and he had finally found the right words.
He decided to send her a voice message. It was already deep in the night in Seoul, so calling didn't seem like the right choice.
''Hey, uh, I just wanted to let you know that I don't think we should talk to each other anymore. There's just a lot going on right now and I think it's for the best. I do want to apologize if I said or did something that made you believe you couldn't tell me you already had someone else. It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable. I don't blame you for anything, if you're happy with him, that- that's all I care about. Uh, anyway, I wish you and your members all the best, and, uh, yeah, I'm just- I'm sorry, Yer- uh, Yerim. Goodbye.''
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I was wondering if you could do a story about kirir x aonung. There's barley any stories about kiri and I just want to read a fan fiction about since she's my favorite character<3
➠APOLOGY
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GIF by Ma3
Character: Ao’nung x Kiri
Summary: Kiri thought moving to another place would be very different from her home; she thought she wouldn’t receive any names from the Metkayina clan, as most of them welcomed them with open arms, treating them like brothers and sisters. Well, most of them, as one certain Metkayina boy keeps bothering her.
Theme: The start of friendship, bullying, angst, and fluff.
Word count: 1.4k
Warning: Expect some English errors, as English is not my first language.
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After Sully's family arrived in front of Awa'atlu, the leaders welcomed them with open arms. It had been only a month since Kiri had stayed, and someone was already getting on her nerves, thanks to both her brothers, who defended her after she got bullied by the chief son.
She felt like things kept circling around her, and this made her tired of it.
"What is wrong?"
"Nothing"
"It doesn’t look like it; tell me, is it him again?" Neytiri asks, noticing that Kiri has become even more irritable and quieter than her last one.
"I’m fine; why should I not be fine?" Kiri muttered, slamming the leaf wrap on the ground and continuing to make another one, only for her to sigh in exhaustion as Neytiri stopped her.
"Kiri, you can talk to me."
Kiri looked at her adopted mother, seeing Neytiri's pleading expression that she would understand; it was just that she needed to tell her what was wrong in order to try to help her.
"Why can’t I be like everyone else?" Kiri whined, eyeing her mother and then her five fingers,
"Why can’t I be normal?"
"Oh, Kiri," Neytiri tried to console her, but all she did was nudge her hands away.
Neytiri then glanced at her back when she felt her mate’s hand resting on her shoulder, eyeing her and telling her that he would like to take it from there. With a single nod, Jake took Neytiri’s place.
Kiri, sensing a new presence, swiftly moved her body to face the other side.
"What?" Kiri asks as Jake clears his throat.
"I know how you felt."
"No, you're not,"
"Believe me, I’ve been there." Jake chuckled, remembering how every Omatikaya looked at him when he stayed to learn from their clan.
"At first, they look at me differently because of who I am, and that makes me feel special."
Kiri can’t help but frown her eyebrow at what her dad said to the point it confuse her and as she glanced at him. Jake continued to speak, saying, "But you know what? Because of this thing, it becomes who I am today." Jake showed his finger.
"Whenever I see this, it reminds me of all the things I’ve been to, from where I met a dear friend, a mate for life, winning, and having you all, to where you first held my pinky." Jake held Kiri’s hand.
"It reminded me of a bead; each bead contains its own story, just as does this finger."
"It’s different from them, but that doesn’t mean we’re completely different beings. we're all the same inside."
Jake’s words made Kiri realize something—maybe he was right on that, but she was just too weak to think of it that way. And maybe it was time to show them that she was just like them and that she was special on her own.
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"Ao'nung, you should apologize."
"Why should I? I was the one getting these bruises."
"Yet, you’re the one who started it... Just why do you keep picking on Kiri?" Tsireya asks curiously as to why her brother always seems to find the time to make fun of Kiri.
Why? was on Ao'nung's head. Even though he knew the answer as Kiri is a freak with five fingers than a normal Na’vi is but is that the only reason why he keeps picking at her? If so, that’s too low for him; it's too pitiful for him to do so.
Is he that bad that he decided to bully someone just because they have an extra part? No… It's just that he doesn't know how to approach a girl, and it's not because of Kiri's finger; perhaps he wanted to befriend her...
But how? When all he did was make fun of her, and if he approached her now, she wouldn’t accept him. He would do the same if he were her; with all the things he did, who would forgive him?
But maybe there’s still a chance for him to fix it.
"Where are you going?"
"To fix my mistake."
Was that the only thing her brother said as he jumped into the water, riding his Ilu. Tsireya was taken aback by her brother's sudden action, but when her gaze followed her brother's direction, she couldn't help but smile.
‘I wish you luck, brother’ Tsireya said while watching her brother and friend Kiri talking in the distance.
From the distance, before Ao’nung arrived at the scene, Kiri was out wanting to explore the ocean again and at the same time planning to come up with a plan on how she would show the guys how she was not that different from them.
She wanted to show them, especially Ao'nung, that she’s just special, and that makes her something that they can’t have nor do.
Speaking of Ao’nung. Kiri couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard his voice calling from the distance, much to her surprise.
"What did you just call me?"
"Kiri"
Kiri can’t help but act surprised and confused as Ao’nung always calls her a freak or alien, never by her name. but now? "Are you playing with me again-"
"No, I… I wanted to apologize"
"Oh, really?" Kiri sarcastically asks, rolling her eyes at him, waiting for snickering and laughter to emerge out of the water, which his friend would do whenever he bullied her. But after a minute with only calm water and an Ilu chirping,
Kiri glanced back at Ao'nung, who was now wearing an apology expression.
"Oh, you’re not joking?"
"I’m not. I’m real this time… I’m sorry for all I did to you, and I know these words are nothing to you now. I just wanted to let you know that starting today, I won’t bother you anymore, so those are my friends. I’ll make sure to tell them off."
"…I- ah…" Kiri didn’t know what to say on that point, as she didn’t really expect Ao’nung to apologize out of the blue, and hearing his voice, he doesn’t look like he was making it up and genuinely apologizes to her.
"Have a good day, Kiri." Ao’nung was about to swim away only for Kiri to hold his shoulder, stopping him.
"Maybe you are right; maybe your words mean nothing to me. But that was for my past self... I wanted to show you guys, especially you, that even if I’m a freak and an alien in your eyes. I’m not so different from you; I’m the same with just an extra one," Kiri chuckled as she said.
Kiri then peeked at Ao’nung’s bruised cheek and couldn’t help but gently touch it, saying, "I also wanted to apologize to my two brothers. But yet again, it’s on you"
Ao’nung can’t help but laugh at this as well, nodding his head agreeing with her only to stop when Kiri let out a question for him to answer, and this question.
Maybe they can start a new chapter for both of them.
"Do you want to join me?"
"Where?"
"Hmm, Dunno. I’m not really familiar with this place yet... "Perhaps you should give me a quick tour?"
"Sure"
Thanks for that answer. While Ao’nung showed Kiri someplace she'd never been and just saw her smile light up whenever she saw something new, Ao’nung couldn’t help but admire this, and as they continued swimming around the place, the two of them learned something new from one another to the point where Ao’nung said to Kiri how he wanted to befriend her but didn’t know how to make a move.
"So, you bully me instead."
"Yeah... sorry, that was wrong of me."
Kiri shook her head "It's fine; we have our differences, but we move in the same direction."
"So… " Ao’nung chuckled and quickly took a deep breath and then faced Kiri, asking, "Would you accept this shell as a token to fix my mistake and be my friend starting today?"
The shell is a Metkayina tradition for showing gratitude and acceptance to one another when wanting to befriend or court someone, but in this case, the shell Ao'nung gives to Kiri is the shell of a new friendship.
Kiri gently took the shell "Alright! But first… I need your help"
Things quickly escalated for both of them, and let’s just say the two of them are a duo when it comes to planning a prank to make things more fun.
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Ps: Don't forgot to re-blog and heart! thankeee~!!
Another request done!! yey! don't be shy to send request! for the other pending request I'm now writing it!
Though I hate how Ao'nung pick on Kiri but in the end we can see how much he change on the movie.
Kiri, please revive Neteyam! use Eywa Jesus power!
Other One-shot's
✧ Encounter /// ✧Sightseeing /// "Over the summer" ///
✧ Visionary
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[it’s raining, it’s pouring]
(Part 3-the old man is snoring)
Eyeless jack x gn reader
I have to add that you’re a construction worker for the plot later on— I never talk about body shape and whatnot, just that you’re stronger cuz yk, construction lol
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"He's okay, just asleep." The lady at the counter, who i knew as Kathy, said.
"Oh, well that's good. He hasn't been sleeping much, has he?"
"You'd be correct.. he's been having trouble, and is refusing any sort of sleep medication.." Kathy glanced away, seeming guilty that he wasn't sleeping—like it was her fault. Ive felt that type of guilt before. It was understandable, but she couldn't help how he didn't sleep much.
"..do you still wanna see him?"
"If it's okay, then yeah"
Kathy smiled warmly. She was nice, and made sure grandpa was in good shape.
Kathy was a good person—friend., Kathy was a good friend.
She led me to grandpas room, 207. It wasn't too far from the front desk, just a few halls down.
Once we were outside his room, Kathy opened the door.
"I'll leave it to you, then — tell him I said hi if he wakes up!" She spoke, waving to me as she walked back to the front.
"Will do, Kathy!" I grinned back.
I walk over to grandpa, sound asleep and snoring. I smiled looking down at him; he was great. He listened to me when I talked about something that happened during work, laughing at my jokes, and he would never decline a new story.
My smile fades as i see his gown slightly altered, it was clearly wrinkled but that wasn't it. There was a red stain near his abdomen — which could have easily been a food stain; but the trays cover that portion of the gown.
I've got a bad feeling about this..
I saw a young nurse walk by — I turn to ask for her help.
"Hey! Could you come here?" I ask tapping her shoulder.
"Of coarse, what do you need?"
"..i" i hesitated. "I think there's something wrong"
"Something wrong with what?" She asks nervously; glancing at the room i came from, grandpas.
"My grandfather has red stains on his gown, it doesn't look like food stains.." i get quiet at the end.
"Show me" she replied anxiously.
I grabbed her forearm and basically dragged the teenage nurse to my grandfathers room.
"See the stains?" I point.
"Yeah, i do. That doesn't look like any food stains I've ever seen.."
She hesitates, but lifts up the gown. Grandpa was in some sort of boxers, so nothing showed — but what I was looking at, were the stitches where one of his kidneys should be.
"Go get one of the doctors." She demands, staring at the bloody stitches.
I stay there, frozen in place.
"Now.!" She basically yells, she got loud, but not because she was angry, because she was anxious.
I basically ran to whatever doctor i could find. The differences between their outfits were noticeable, so I didn't have to guess.
"Please help! My grandfathers stomach is stitched and he has had no surgeries!" I beg, pulling on the doctors uniform towards the direction grandpas room was.
"Wha-"
"Please come!"
"I'm- I'm coming." He replies, mostly confused at the situation but anxious as to what's wrong.
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"Holy shit" the doctor said.
"Yeah" i reply shakily.
"We've got to get an x-ray or something to figure out why he's stitched on the abdomen."
"Okay, how much would that be?" I ask wearily, worried.
"Well, we didn't preform surgery, and it's just an x-ray, so I'd say around 100." He responds
Silence engulfs the room as both adults look at the elder in a mix of curiosity and anxiety.
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"Well?" I question as a doctor, who I didn't know, comes up to me.
My nerves are through the roof as they look to the side.
"He's missing his left kidney."
What the fuck!?
"What?"
"We're not too sure how it happened, but the fact stands.. he's missing kidney."
Holy shit
"It most likely happened at night when he was asleep, although the windows are locked at those hours."
"So whatever took his kidneys was already in the building," I state, "that's the shit you're trying to tell me!?" My voice gets louder as my anger boils. He was supposed to be safe. Wasn't that the whole point of putting him where he was supposed to get better?
The doctor stands still. Not sure how to react to my outburst.
"What am I supposed to do now? Keep him home with me? Because it's damn clear that you don't know how to keep your own patients safe!" I exclaim in anger; face red.
"We can-" the doctor begins, but I didn't let them finish. I close my eyes.
"No. No, I'm leaving. We'll talk over the phone tomorrow. I have a job that I can actually get done," I look to the doctor, "unlike some people."
I turn around, not looking back. I had a job to get to. And I wasn't about to be late.
My job required my attention, and i would do it right. Unlike these so called professionals.
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Polls stuck out of the ground as tarps covered most the ground. The construction site was looking good as I stepped out of my car. While we weren't continuing the build, i still had to check up on structure and check off safety precautions. It would've been Joshua's turn today, but he had just gotten a cold.
So me it was.
Taking the clipboard off from the console, i begin to check things off.
As i moved towards the actual structure, checking boxes off, I think about grandpa.
I think about the hospital and nursing home, how a whole organ was taken while grandpa was asleep, the first night where he gets a full nights rest and his kidney is taken.
The security in that place definitely hasn't worked for a while or else my grandfather would still have both kidneys.
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With everything in good condition, I head back to my car. It felt off, but then again everything felt off right now. After the recent events nothing felt normal.
But what could I do?
Not much.
Shutting the car door, I sat in silence for a good minute. Thinking things over, and organizing my thoughts.
And with my mind in order, I get ready to drive off — but then there was a scratch.
And that a small noise.
A cat, maybe?
Getting out the car, I look around. And there it was again.
It came from under my car — and then I heard it again.
As I bent down, nothing.
Maybe I just imagined it, things like that happen.
But I heard it again.
I took a closer look under my car; and there it was. A small kitten covered in dirt and mud. Taking my time, I reach out to it.
The kitten backed away, as expected.
I thought for a split second, then I remembered I had some cat food in the back seat that I forgot to take out last time I got groceries.
Getting up, i open the side door. Rummaging through the backseats, I find a singular jar of cat food.
I step back, shutting the car door carefully as to not scare the cat.
Opening the jar, I put it on the ground. I backed up, far enough to not be intimidating but close enosis so I could grab the kitten when they came out from under my car.
Slowly but surely, it came out to eat. I gave it a second, then grabbed it.
Scratching and biting me, I still got a hold of it. My hands bled slightly as their unkempt claws dug into my skin.
I might end up getting an infection from the dirt; but I'll worry about that when I get home. Snatching the food, I get back in my car.
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The drive home was hell. The small cat scratched up my seats and me, although they called down after a bit. Somewhat.
In my house, the kitten swatted and clawed me as I tried to wash them up, but I was unable to flip the tiny cat over without injuring myself further with scratches so I planned on figuring out another time when the feline trusted me more.
The kitten was cleaned and dried, several scratches and cuts covered their body that I had wrapped up (it was a struggle, but I made it work), now there was a fluffy orange tabby. I would have to bring them to the vets later on, but I'll have to gain the cats trust first.
...I wonder how grandpa is.
This whole cat dilemma had me only focused on the stray, but now that I've got free time — I'm worried again. I stiffen up as I think of what could go wrong.
So many things.
But I shouldn't think about that.
Looking out the window, I realize just how late it is. Pitch black out with some twinkle stars scattered around the sky.
I should really go to bed.
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Night came and went, and now it was morning.
My cat was sat next to me, and the tabby not in the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes. As I move the blankets off of me, I feel just how cold it is in the house.
I put on some slippers and wrap a blanket around myself as I walk to the thermostat. Same as ever, it must just be cold outside.
I stepped into the living room, seeing the stray tabby on my couch, wrapped in blankets that were definitely in the closet before.
I glance at the closet; it was closed. I look back to the cat in a nest of blankets, they looked so peaceful.
I sad down next to the tabby, and my cat climbs up with me. Taking a few pillows, I lay on the couch myself. It was a day off today; I could rest.
Nothing wrong with some extra sleep.
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Jack limped, after getting caught by an older man who woke up in the middle of jack trying to get a meal.
He didn't know where to go now.
They took care of that cat... would they take care of me?
Jack was hopeful — he had to be. He was far away from his own cabin and he only knew Y/n.
But they didn't know him.
They were kind though, they might help.
Maybe.
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Chapter Ten: The President’s Responsibility
You and Cyno can’t be more different. He’s Akademiya’s perfect student council president. You’re a labelled, cursed delinquent who changes into a cat for eight hours when kissed.
When Cyno gets a complaint about you, he’s forced to take action, only for it to lead to unexpected circumstances.
Cyno/You
Notes:
Cross-posted on Ao3
Chapter index at the end of chapter one
What—how—who kissed you?
Cyno gets on a knee as you slowly approach him with the keycard still in your mouth. Suddenly, you jump into his arms and put your paws up against his chest. You point at your dorm door, and your eyes go wide. Cyno takes the keycard from you and picks you up.
“I hope you know your roommate is allergic to cats,” he says quietly.
“Cyno?” Cyno freezes. Why… why now? He turns around and sees Kaveh approaching him. “Aren't you supposed to be in class?” But as soon as he sees the cat, he raises a brow. "Where did the cat come from?"
"I found her in the corridor."
Well, that's not a lie.
“I don’t know if you heard from Alhaitham yet, but Catnip’s missing," Kaveh says just as you meow softly. He smiles and scratches your head.
"... Just Catnip?"
“We found her friend on the beach. She’s in the infirmary.”
“Infirmary?” Cyno asks, slightly alarmed. “What happened?”
“She’s resting right now, but from the looks of it, she almost drowned.”
Cyno hopes it was an accident that was thankfully prevented and not a deliberate act. He looks down at you, who meows again and points at yourself. Wait. Did you save her? Is that why you’re in this fiasco?
“Don’t tell me you think Catnip tried to—”
“No, nothing like that,” Kaveh reassures. “She was the one who told us that Catnip saved her. But…”
“But…?”
"Well, let's just say the circumstances are… strange. So anyway, we're looking for Catnip right now."
“I don’t think you have to worry about her,” Cyno says quietly.
“Hm? Did you say something?”
Cyno gently pats your head. “Nothing,” he says. “I’m sure she’ll show up soon.”
Kaveh points to the keycard. "That doesn't belong to you." Cyno looks down and sees your room number in big, black font. "Where did you find it?"
You and Cyno glance at each other again. “The cat had it.”
Kaveh raises a brow and looks at you. “This cat?” He moves to pick you up, but you quickly sink your claws into Cyno’s shirt, so Kaveh pulls back. “Do you know this cat?”
“We’re… acquainted.”
“Well, I hope you know that no pets are allowed in the dorms.”
You meow angrily at him, so Cyno says, “She doesn’t like to be called a pet.”
Kaveh looks from Cyno to you. “You’re okay dealing with her?”
Cyno nods. “I’ll take care of her.” You meow and slowly remove your claws from his shirt.
"Well, I'll hold onto that keycard. If anyone's looking for it, tell them to come to find me."
Cyno’s obviously hesitant to give it to him. If he doesn’t, it’ll make him look suspicious, if not already. Cyno glances at you. You tilt your head up and softly meow. It’s as if you understand his problem. Does this mean he’ll have to hide you in his room… again?
Once Kaveh is out of sight, Cyno lifts and gently shakes you. “You have a lot of explaining to do, Catnip.” You give him a deadpan look. Then, Cyno says with a slight smirk, “Just because you’re a cat doesn’t excuse you from your classes.”
And that's how you end up at Cyno's table, listening to Alhaitham's lecture... as a cat.
Cyno finds it amusing that you occasionally lick your paw and rub your face. Your tail will swish side to side, and Cyno has to resist poking it. Will that be invading your privacy? Probably.
“I never expected you to come back with an old friend when you said you were going to the washroom,” Tighnari whispers beside him. Then, he gently rubs the top of your head, but you remain focused on Alhaitham's lecture. “Where’d you find her?”
"She was trying to sneak into someone's room," Cyno says quietly. He remains unfazed when you shoot him a slight glare.
You lie on your side just as Cyno and Tighnari jot something down. Eventually, you roll onto Cyno's paper and block his view of his notes. Are you doing it on purpose? He rubs your stomach and pulls his paper down, only for you to roll onto it again. You go too far and can't stop until you land straight into his lap. Cyno almost chuckles when he sees you, clearly confused. Finally, he sits you upright, so your head is peeking out from the edge of the table.
Then, he leans forward and whispers, "Stop being naughty." Cyno isn't expecting you to turn around and swipe at his face. Instead, he quickly grabs your paw and puts it down while looking you in the eyes. "You're going to have to try a little harder than that."
So, that’s how Cyno ends up holding your paw for the entire class.
When Cyno leaves the classroom, you're sitting snugly inside his backpack, but your head is poking out from the space he left you. Tighnari and Candace walk on either side of him and glance at you, who's looking straight ahead.
“Are you going to bring her everywhere?” Tighnari asks.
Does Cyno have a choice? What if you get hurt? What if you get picked up by someone else? You're not in this situation because of him, but Cyno still feels oddly responsible for you.
"Doesn't she remind you of Catnip?" Candace asks.
“In what way?” Tighnari asks.
Candace tilts her head. “I don’t know… can’t really put my finger on it.”
Tighnari chuckles. “What about naming her Catmint?”
You meow, and Candace laughs. "Does that mean she likes it? But, I like Catnip better."
Tighnari sighs. “All jokes aside… I hope Catnip is okay. Where could she have gone?”
You meow softly as Candace says, “I’m surprised you aren’t more worried, Cyno. Your girlfriend is miss—”
“She isn’t my girlfriend,” Cyno deadpans.
“Hm… but I think she likes—”
Cyno slowly turns toward his friend, and Tighnari immediately gets the hint. Cyno eventually parts ways with his friends and heads toward the infirmary. He hears you meow behind him, and he looks over his shoulder.
“I just want to small chat with her,” he says.
Then, he slides the door open and walks inside.
A woman at the table greets him and asks, "Are you not feeling well?"
“I’m here to see someone."
“Ah, you must be talking about the young lady found at the beach.”
Eventually, Cyno enters a room and sees your friend sitting upright on the bed. As soon as he hears the door close, he asks, "How are you feeling?"
“I’m surprised you aren’t dying to ask about Catnip.” Cyno puts his bag on a chair, and she narrows her eyes at you, who's trying to escape from Cyno's bag. “... This cat… “
“Have you seen her before?”
From the look on her face, Cyno believes so. But she turns away and asks, "Why are you here?"
“I know you sent that photo to her.”
“... And?”
“It’s going to blow up in your face if you don’t stop,” Cyno says.
She turns to him. “Why are you protecting her? She’s a criminal.”
Cyno narrows his eyes. “Is she still a criminal if she saved your life?”
Silence. Until…
“I didn’t ask her to.”
"That's beside the point. The point is that you're alive because of her." Cyno pulls up another chair and sits down. "Why did your father kidnap Jebrael's wife?"
"... You know a lot more than I thought you did, President." Finally, you escape from Cyno's bag, and you jump onto the bed. She looks at you and says, "Could you take that cat away? I hate cats."
You meow angrily, and Cyno quickly scoops you into his arms before you attack her. "It's not fair you're taking this out on her when it seems like your father did something he shouldn't have done."
"My father has been after The Eremites for years," she says, not looking at him. "He wanted to be the one who took them down, but he could never get another lead until he found out about his co-worker's marriage." Then, finally, she turns to him. "Jebrael's wife was in law enforcement. Ironic, isn't it?"
“How did he know that Jebrael was part of The Eremites?” Cyno asks.
“A scar,” she says. “My father almost killed Jebrael many years ago when he confronted them in a suspected drug deal. He gave him that scar near his stomach.”
“... Did your father think he was saving his wife when he kidnapped her?”
“He was trying to help her stay on the right path. Follow your heart, sure, but take your head with you. Getting involved with The Eremites… why would you do something so stupid?” She sighs. “He had no intention of harming her.”
“He might’ve had good intentions,” Cyno says. “But, the call to Catnip’s family meant he had ulterior motives.”
She smiles wryly. “Of course. Who wouldn’t jump at the chance to finally take down the criminal?”
Cyno has to stop you again from throwing yourself at her to probably scratch her eyes out. “Jebrael didn’t kill him,” he says. “Did you know that?”
“... I know.” She takes a small breath. “He told me himself… when he was in the hospital.”
“Then… why are you taking it out on him?”
"He's the one my father wanted to kill." Cyno looks down at you as he feels you slightly shaking in his arms. "Besides... how can you get revenge on the dead?"
“But you know you can’t do anything to him… so you want to take it out on Catnip.”
"My father told me about Catnip. Said that he heard a name. That's all I had to go on." She glances at the cat. "Never thought I'd meet her at Akademiya." She sighs. "Perhaps my father dug his grave, but he was still doing his job."
Cyno doesn't want to speak ill of the dead, but it seems like the real criminal is still someone who believed he was doing the right thing. "... A job... A title… perhaps that's what really killed your father." She grips the blanket tightly. "Judging and defining a person based on their title alone is superficial."
Cyno looks at her. “Catnip doesn’t have the best reputation, yet she still saved you,” he continues. “Based on what I know, she also didn’t spread rumours about you. She confronted you privately. Yet, if I remember correctly, you acted as if you knew nothing.” Cyno stands with you in his arms. “You asked why I’m protecting her.” Then, he looks her in the eyes. “Because she deserves justice.”
Before he leaves with you in his bag, he looks over his shoulder and says, "I hope you can let go of the hate. You'll find some peace that way."
Then, he leaves her to her thoughts.
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For the rest of the day, Cyno has difficulty concentrating, and it's all because of you. In one class, you're watching him write notes, tapping his hand when he writes something wrong. You fall asleep on your back in another class. Your paw occasionally twitches, which makes Cyno wonder if you are dreaming about something.
Once Cyno returns to his dorm, he unzips his bag and asks, “Hungry?”
Your enthusiastic meow is all he needs to hear. You follow him to the kitchen and jump onto the counter. Your head tilts to the side as you watch him mash some fruit into a small bowl. He puts it in front of you and scratches your head. Right after he puts a water bowl beside you, his phone rings.
The unknown number on the screen makes him hesitant, but Cyno ultimately picks it up.
“Where is she?”
He instantly recognizes the voice. The only question is how Jebrael got his number. Cyno looks at you. “She’s fine.” You look up, jump off the counter, and join Cyno on the couch. “She’s with me.”
You meow loudly. Then Cyno hears Jebrael ask, "What happened? I can't reach her." After telling Jebrael everything he knows, Jebrael sighs softly. "She should've told us." Cyno looks at you, who's wrestling with his free hand.
"... This is just a guess. But I don't think she wanted you to worry. She probably wanted to handle it herself."
You roll onto your back, grab his hand with your paws, and bite a finger. Cyno gives you a deadpan look, and you look at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“... Well, take care of her there, would you? She seems to trust you.”
"I will." Then, he holds the phone to you, and you meow loudly.
“Don’t give him too much trouble, kid.”
Just as Cyno puts his phone on the table, he sees you wander into his room and jump onto his bed. He follows you and sees you make yourself comfortable on the blanket you loved the last time you were here.
“Why do you like that blanket so much?” he asks. He isn’t expecting a reaction, but as soon as he puts his hand on it, you frown and swipe his hand. But, Cyno grabs your paw and gets at eye level with you. “You’re quite bold as a cat, Catnip.”
Cyno smiles when you hide your face in the blanket. He scratches the top of your head, and you suddenly glance at him but quickly bury your head in your paws when he makes eye contact. Before he can stop himself, Cyno moves to kiss the top of your head until…
Poof.
His face is inches from yours. You’re staring at him with wide eyes, but Cyno doesn’t dare let his eyes wander. Instead, he quickly turns the other way as you grab his blanket to cover yourself.
“D-don’t look!”
Still fully turned away from you, Cyno gets off the bed and says, “... You could’ve warned me, Catnip.” He opens a drawer and tosses you some of his clothes. “Wear this for now.”
Then, Cyno quickly leaves his room and shuts the door. His heart is racing as he tries to get that image of you out of his head. He didn’t see anything he shouldn’t have, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little… tempted.
Suddenly, the front door opens, and Tighnari walks in, almost giving Cyno a heart attack.
“Why do you look so surprised?” Tighnari asks.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came back to grab my jacket,” Tighnari says, walking into his room. “Have you heard from Catnip?” Cyno suddenly hears something drop loudly in his room, and Tighnari pokes his head around the corner. “What was that?”
“... What was what?”
“I thought I heard something.”
“You must’ve imagined it,” Cyno says.
Tighnari comes out of his room and looks around. “What happened to Catmint?”
Cyno’s about to ask who Tighnari is talking about when he suddenly remembers. “She… left.”
“She left? Where?”
“... Good question.”
“I didn’t think she would just leave like that,” Tighnari says.
Cyno shrugs. “Are you going somewhere?”
“We have a class outside. Remember?”
“Ah… right.”
“It’s getting chilly, so you better grab a jacket. I’ll wait—”
“It’s okay,” Cyno cuts in. “I’ll meet you there.”
Tighnari raises a brow. “You sure?”
Cyno nods. With one last look at Cyno’s door, Tighnari leaves the dorm. Cyno lets out a small sigh of relief. Then, he gently knocks on his door.
“... Catnip? Can I come in?”
You're the one who opens his door. Cyno doesn't know what it is, but seeing you in his clothes makes his heart race again. His shirt reaches until your knees, and the sweatpants you're wearing are almost dragging on the floor.
“... Thanks for the clothes,” you say. Cyno crosses his arms, and you awkwardly look away as if embarrassed. “Okay, okay. I… Maybe I should’ve told you earlier.”
“Maybe?”
"How was I supposed to bring it up? It's awkward if I say…well…." Your face is turning red, but you still glance at him. Cyno smiles slightly. "What's so funny?"
“It’s nothing,” he says. “But, what happened?”
You were taking an early morning walk on the beach when you decided to call your grandmother. You told her everything that was going on, including that you hadn't said anything to Jebrael.
“I… don’t know what to do,” you said. “Cyno’s been helping me deal with her, but she’s driving me insane.”
“Don’t be afraid, child. You’re taking steps in the right direction.”
“But she knows! How can I explain—” That’s when you saw her… or someone in the ocean. It looked like she was struggling to keep her head above the surface. “I’ll call you back!”
Moments later, you collapsed onto the beach with your friend's unconscious body. You gently slap her cheeks as you say, "Bitch, wake up! I'm not done with you yet!"
You weren’t going to let her die on you. Not until she paid the consequences for what she had done. You looked around, and upon seeing an empty beach, you decided to take a risk.
“... Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask.
Because Cyno isn’t happy. That’s why. “Why didn’t you call someone for help?”
“There was no one around! Besides, I’m a strong swimmer! I—”
“What if something happened to you?”
"... Well, I'm alive. Aren't I?" you ask.
Cyno knows the silence is killing you. It's written all over your face. Then, he puts his hand around your head and pulls you to him. He feels your touch on his back, and then he doesn't. Are you scared? Nervous?
"... Prez? What are you doing?" Then, he pulls away from you just as you ask, “Why are you being so sentimental? I’m fine! Geez, I think I liked you better when you were rude.”
“Have you figured out what you’re going to say?” Cyno asks. “Everyone’s looking for you.”
“Yeah… about that… well…”
Suddenly, the door opens, and Cyno hears Tighnari ask, "Cyno? Are you—" You and Cyno have no time to react when he sees Tighnari's eyes widen.
Chapter Eleven
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FSS3 Episode 3: Jealousy
Episode 3 and we're getting into it. Thinga happen, tensions rise and someone is closer.
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Thomas visits Nico while he’s working at the bar and tells him about the auditions.
Nico is very happy for him: Thomas is very lucky to have such big job opportunities, that’s good not only for his career but for his finances too! In addition to that, two very different roles will give him the opportunity to improve his skills and diversify.
Thomas admits, with a smile, that he is working on that and he would love to keep doing it.
(Roman and Remus exchange a gaze: Roman is smiling, Remus is eating a plastic foot. Roman rolls his eyes and diverts his gaze, still with a lingering smile.)
Thomas asks Nico about him: does he have any news too?
Nico replies that he’s not as lucky right now: his usual clients are not contacting him and he got just one request, but it’s a very hard one. He should develop a lot of heavy themes into a 3-minute song and he should do it in a romantic, carefree way. Not so easy to mash these things all together.
Thomas offers his help: they can meet at his place and have a brainstorming session. What about today, after the end of his shift?
Nico thanks him, but he already has a brainstorming session with a friend scheduled for that evening.
(You can choose whatever name you want for Nico’s friend, but for the sake of not calling him “friend” all the time, I will use the name “Hugo”.)
Hugo is Nico’s colleague, the other bartender who works alongside him. Since they have the same working shifts, it’s easy to leave work together after the end of their shift, meet at his place and brainstorm. Also, Hugo plays the guitar, so it’s good for Nico to have a musical base to adapt his lyrics.
Thomas glances at Hugo and his expression turns dark. Hugo acts friendly, but Thomas is wary of him. He barely tells him his name and, when Hugo playfully wraps an arm around Nico’s shoulders, Thomas’ hands close into fists.
After that, Hugo reminds Nico there are other clients too, so they both leave Thomas for a while, to serve other people.
Thomas stirs his glass, sulking. Remus appears next to him and leans closer, until he whispers in Thomas’ ear: Jump the counter. Take a bottle, smash it. Use it as a weapon. Stab him in the neck.
Virgil appears on the other side: he looks horrified and shakes his head. Nope, nope, nope. Thomas should keep his ass on that chair, because if he jumps the counter, he will fall and break a limb. Or he will hit the wall and smash the bottles. And if he succeeds in not getting hurt, he will go to jail for trying to fucking kill someone.
Janus appears on the seat where Remus was: he sits cross-legged, a cocktail in his hand and the most melodramatic pose. Society’s rules truly suck, don’t they? A guy can’t even smash a bottle, use it as a weapon and stab the guy who is trying to steal his boyfriend, without ending up in jail.
Virgil replies that this is not a matter of society’s rules, but of safety. Thomas’ safety. Acting like an idiot, just because a guy is close to Nico is the stupidest thing he could ever do. And he should know that too.
Janus ignores the remark and says that Thomas is just confirming what he wants: Nico. So, why should he sit on the side and watch another guy flirt with him?
Roman appears next to Virgil: he has his head on the counter and pouts. Nico is Thomas’ boyfriend, that guy should stay away from him. Thomas should do something to show that guy who’s the boss.
Virgil shushes Roman: he doesn’t need someone so easily influenced by jealousy.
What’s wrong with being a little jealous?, Janus leans closer to Thomas. Being jealous is healthy, especially if there are some red flags of if a guy is trying to steal your man.
Logan appears behind the counter and confirms that, in that case, there would be nothing wrong with being a little jealous.
But is there a reason, here?, Patton asks. He appears behind the counter too and looks at Hugo. He doesn’t look like a threat.
Thomas looks at Hugo as well: he’s doing his job like any other waiter. He’s not overly friendly with Nico, he doesn’t even look at him.
Maybe he got a bit blinded by jealousy, Thomas admits. Maybe Hugo is just a friend.
Roman crosses his arms. He’s still jealous and he still wants to spend the evening with Nico. But how can they convince Nico that a brainstorming session with Thomas would be more useful than a brainstorming session with Hugo?
Virgil insists that Roman should stop feeding so much into jealousy. He hisses between his clenched teeth that they know it’s not a good thing.
But before he can say anything else, Janus lifts a hand towards Thomas and gets his full attention.
If you cannot break society’s rules, he says, bend them and exploit society.
He reaches into Thomas’ pocket, takes out his phone and puts it on the counter, in front of him.
Thomas looks at his phone, then at Janus, then at his phone again. He turns it on and sees the apps. And he understands.
Nico comes back to tell Thomas his shift is over, but Thomas talks first. He was just thinking about something: he is quite famous on social media, right? He often sings cover songs and even wrote a couple songs himself. So, if he makes a few videos with Nico and sings his songs… and posts them on his socials… and links Nico’s contacts too…
Nico’s face lights up, surprised. Would Thomas really do this for him? Would he give him this much exposure?
Of course he would, Thomas confirms. Then he gets up: Nico’s shift is over, should he wait for him?
Nico nods enthusiastically: he just needs one sec to tell Hugo they won’t meet that evening and they can go.
Thomas smiles, he tells Nico he will wait outside. While he exits, he has Janus’ same satisfied smile.
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Through a montage, we see Thomas and Nico work together: Thomas sings his songs, Nico writes new ones and exchanges a few lines. They are both in front of a camera and Thomas makes new posts with Nico’s contacts. They even put on a brief sketch and Roman and Remus work together to accompany Thomas’ performance.
We see Roman’s eyes shine, his movements wide and fluid, a dreamy expression every time he looks at Nico. We see Remus and his chaotic, joyful smiles. We see him throwing away the script Roman was holding: they can do something better than this, they should just try one more time.
And so they thrive and Thomas’ smiles get wider and happier.
We see Thomas sleeping on the floor with Nico after a long day of work and Janus picking up Thomas’ pc, to write a joyful, energetic post.
It’s easy to exploit a system that doesn’t know the real you, he says, while posting it.
Virgil, behind him, crosses his arms. His eyeshadow is darker than usual.
On the other side of the room, away from the other Sides, Logan looks at Thomas and Nico, then at the book he’s holding: it’s covered in dust.
He purses his lips, then closes the book loudly, turns around and sinks without a word.
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Virgil, Patton, Janus, Roman and Remus are sitting in the living room: Remus is exposing a plan to help Thomas that involves burning his kitchen and buying him a pet scorpion. Patton asks how these things should help, to which Remus replies that they keep him motivated and active. If he doesn’t do anything, his entire house will burn: it’s motivation with a side dish of free workout! And the pet scorpion is to keep him always vigilant: if he’s not, the scorpion will sting him and he will die. Great way to always be ready.
Patton’s expressions perfectly show how much he doesn’t like both ideas. However, he still tries to motivate Remus. Maybe they are a bit too much, but they prove Remus cares. So… good job? And please, search for safer ideas.
Remus says he will find even more ideas and disappears with a chaotic, happy smile. Roman gets up, promises he will work with Remus on them and follows him.
Virgil accuses Patton sarcastically: so you like Remus’ ideas now? Since you became best friends with Janus, now even Remus is okay for you? You, who were the first to send him away?
Patton admits this was the past. Now he’s trying to become a better Side and to acknowledge that Remus’ contributions, despite being scary and gross are… well, his way to help. He still has a long way ahead, sure, but he has good intentions. More or less.
Virgil scoffs. So that’s how he truly is. He thought Patton was much, much better. But instead, he’s just like Janus: a manipulative bastard, who just thinks about what’s best for him and his new bestie.
Silence falls between the remaining Sides. Then, Patton straightens his posture and turns to Virgil.
He knows Janus is a liar, he says, but he also knows Janus isn’t just his lies. And Virgil knows that too, so he should remember it, instead of accusing Patton of not being able to do his job. He is the Side responsible for morality and it’s up to him to recognize good and bad intentions. And Janus doesn’t have any bad intentions.
Virgil stands up. Not even one?, he exclaims. He lifts a hand towards Janus and it’s clear he’s struggling to reveal something. But in the end, he just says Patton doesn’t know him.
Patton replies he knows how to be Morality.
Virgil makes a frustrated groan and leaves. Patton slumps on his seat, then takes a long sigh. Janus turns to him and Patton cracks a weak smile: it wasn't the best discussion they had, but Virgil is angsty, so it’s okay, they will get through it.
Janus doesn’t smile back. He just asks Patton if he still wants to cooperate with him.
Patton confirms: he still wants to.
Are you sure?, Janus insists. Working with me means doing things you refused to do for years. It means accepting my boys.
I already accepted Virgil and I am doing my best to accept Remus, Patton replies, but Janus interrupts him: accepting his boys means ALL of his boys.
Patton shuts up. Janus tells him they both know where Thomas’ jealousy comes from.
Patton lowers his head, he thinks about it. When he lifts his gaze again, he says that Thomas is an adult: he cannot escape from himself anymore. And that means he is finally ready to know and accept all of his Sides.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
First of all: no Side has one role only. Roman isn’t just Creativity, but also Passion and Ego. Virgil is Anxiety and fight-or-flight. Patton is Morality, but also “most of Thomas’ feelings”. Janus is Deceit, but also self-preservation and denial. Remus is Intrusive Thoughts and (probably) also death/sexual drive.
So, why should Orange be one thing only? If he’s the embodiment of rage, he probably takes care of the whole rage spectrum - so hate, frustration, resentment, envy and even jealousy. He cannot be a one-dimensional cardboard.
Speaking of the end card, Patton needed to show some character growth too. I know that most of his growth is focused in season 2, with the Nostalgia episodes and POF. But he needed to take another step further: to prove he’s an adult. To prove he learned his lesson and he’s trying to make amends for his past mistakes. To prove that he knows what he’s doing, no matter if Virgil doesn’t trust him.
And yes, Virgil is a pain in the ass, I know. But please do not forget that Virgil doesn’t like changes - especially ones that involve more dark Sides around / having more power in Thomas’ life. He still needs time to grow.
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MISTER GALLOWS
[TW: child abuse]
"I don't like him," Liam says, staring a hole into the ground. "Mister Gallows hurt my sister, and he tried to hurt me too."
The kid's young, younger than most subjects I've dealt with. He's witnessed an Event, and not just any Event, a serious one. It's something that could have massive implications. My bosses are calling it a situation, and they're telling me that I need to get his story, and I need to get it quickly because people's lives are on the line.
I'm an Interviewer for an organization known as the Facility. I specialize in working with juveniles who have crossed paths with the supernatural. Liam Hanesworth is one such kid. He's just shy of twelve years old, but he looks worn down. His eyes are framed with heavy bags, and his skin is tight to his cheekbones. He's also missing at least three of his teeth.
"How did he hurt your sister?" I ask. The room we're in is brightly lit, with cartoon animals nailed to the walls and faded imprints of Looney Tunes on the carpet. It's designed to calm kids down.
"He pulled out her teeth."
I write down his words on my clipboard. As I do, I record details about Liam. His expression. His tone of voice. It's all important in some way or another. All of it swims together to build a picture of whether what he's saying is true or false. Sometimes it's both, and the minutia helps determine where reality ends and the lies begin.
"Why did he do it?" I ask.
Liam shrugs, rubbing his arm. It's an expression of discomfort, of nervousness. He's not sure he should be talking so much. He's not sure it's safe to say. "You want to know why he pulled out her teeth?"
"That’s right." I already know Liam’s sister is dead. She’s been dead for several months, so it seems strange that he would fixate on the monster pulling out her teeth, as opposed to the murder. “Do you know why?”
He shakes his head. There's something there, though, in his eyes. There's something that says he isn't telling me the full story, so I press him. "Does he ever talk to you, Liam, this Mister Gallows?"
He nods. He still won't look at me, but that's okay. Kids are nervous at the best of times. After what he's been through, I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't look another person in the eye for years.
"What does he say when he speaks to you?"
Liam opens his mouth. His lips are pale, and they tremble. "He tells me I can't talk about him."
"It's okay," I say. "I'm one of the good guys." I pull out my badge, with the howling wolf inlaid in gold, and I show it to him. "See? I'm like a police officer, except for kids dealing with scary things. I can make that stuff go away."
It's a line I've used a hundred times before. I'm not sure it's ever worked.
"I'm not a kid," Liam says, folding his arms. "I'm almost twelve, and I don't think anybody can make him go away."
Liam's smart for his age. Top of his class. According to my preliminary research and the discussion I had with his father, he's never felt at home around other children. 'They bore him,' his father said.
"What if I can make Mister Gallows go away, though?" I lean back in my chair, and its legs creak under my weight. "Don't you think that's worth a shot?"
There's a moment of silence between us, and I let it stretch into eons. Time works differently for kids. It feels longer. More tiresome. Soon enough, it stretches on long enough that it wears on Liam too.
"I guess so," he says at length.
"Good," I reply, swallowing my smile of satisfaction. "I'm here to help, remember. It's my job."
He chews his lip for a second, and behind his mop of black hair, I catch sight of him glancing at me. "Okay," he says. "I just want him to leave me alone."
"Me too." I run my pencil down the sheet on my clipboard, pausing under the heading that reads ORIGIN APPARATUS. "When did all of this begin?"
"A year ago… pretty much. I was ten and a half."
"That's a long time for a young man. How often does he visit?"
"Lots. Almost every night."
Almost. I make specific note of that term. It's a throw-away line, but one potentially valuable. "The first time he visited you, what happened?"
"I was sleeping," Liam says. His hands are tugging at the strings of his hoodie, and he's staring at a smiling ostrich on the wall. "It was winter. I remember feeling really cold. I had all of my blankets on, but I was still shivering. I got up to turn on the heat, and I noticed my window was open."
I nod along with his words, my pencil scribbling across the form. The cold could have been a ghost or a spirit, but the open window is the more likely culprit. I try not to cast judgment quite yet. After all, my bosses seem to think this kid is the genuine article, and his mutilated mother does a good job supporting that.
Still, I didn't get this far by cutting corners. "Did you leave it open when you went to bed?" I ask.
"I don't think so."
I make a note on my clipboard. "Please continue."
"I walk over to close it," Liam says, and his voice starts to stutter and die. "… And I see something on the other side. Somebody's out there, watching me, far away by the fence."
"Is your bedroom on the ground level?"
"The house is just the one floor," he explains. "My bedroom faces the backyard, and I see a man out there, just past the garden. He's waving at me."
"Waving at you?"
"Yeah, just like this." Liam raises his hand and slowly moves it side to side. His expression is deadpan, and his lips are twitching. "It makes me uncomfortable, so I go to lock the window, and then the man shuffles forward a bit. I realize there's something weird about him. It's dark, so it's hard to see, but it looks like he's hunched over on all fours."
"Like a dog?"
"Yeah. As he shuffles forward, he calls out to me. He tells me to wait. 'Don't close the window,' he says. 'I have something for you. Then, I want something for me.'"
Something moves across Liam's face. Disgust, maybe? Self-loathing? It's quick, whatever it is.
"I listen to him," Liam continues. "I don't know why. I think it's because I realize he isn’t human, or maybe I'm in shock. All I know is closing the window feels pointless now. It feels like it's more likely to piss the thing off and make it want to come in even more."
I listen to Liam's words intently. His story is compelling enough, but his vocabulary is more impressive by far. It's no wonder the kid skipped a grade.
"Understandable," I tell him. "What happened next?"
Liam squirms in his seat. "As he gets closer to the window, he reaches out a long, skeletal hand. There's blood on his boney fingers, and now that he's only a few feet away, I notice he's wearing this burlap sack over his head, with a little hole cut out for his mouth. Except his mouth doesn't have any teeth. He tells me he's hungry. He says he really needs something to eat.
"I'm scared. I've never seen anything like this before, and I don't know what to do, so I tell him I need to ask my mom. I tell him we have some leftover turkey in the fridge, and that I'll be right back." Liam pauses, and it's like his world is falling around him. His eyes are bloodshot, and I wonder when he last blinked.
"The man grabs me by my arm, and it hurts. He tells me my mom doesn't need to know. He says he came to my window for a reason. He pulls me closer, and his grip really hurts, and when he whispers in my ear, it aches. It feels like it's cutting the inside of me. He says I'm special."
My eyes glance up to the camera in the corner of the room, and I raise an eyebrow. I know my supervisors are watching. "Special?" I repeat. "Why?"
Liam shakes his head. He's back to tugging at the strings of his hoodie. "I don't know. He asks me again if he can come in, and I tell him I have to ask my mom, but at this point, I'm not planning to ask her anything. I'm just going to tell her there's a psycho out there, and we need to call dad and the police and wake the neighborhood up.
"He tells me if I don't invite him inside, though, he's going to add my blood to his hands. Then he runs a finger across my cheek, and it's cold, searing cold. He asks me if he can come inside again. He says he's hungry, and he just wants a bite to eat, and then he'll leave. 'Promise,' he says."
Liam takes a shuddering breath. His eyes are closed. The smiling animals aren't working anymore-- if they ever did. He's alone with his thoughts now. They're tearing at him, picking away at his mental state, and in his expression, I see the grimaces of grief and regret.
"You aren't to blame for this," I remind him. "What happened was going to happen whether you were there or not."
When he opens his eyes, they're soaked with tears. "No, it wasn't!" he snaps. "It happened because I let him in. It happened because I told him he could get something to eat."
I open my mouth and realize there's nothing to say. There are no words that will take away this boy's pain, so instead, I look back to my clipboard. I busy myself writing down the details of the man's request and the boy's reaction. When I'm finished, I have to ask him to continue. I hate myself for it. I always do.
He does.
"I tell him he can come inside, but he needs to be quick. I tell him not to steal anything, either." He shakes his head. There's doubt in his eyes; disbelief. "I thought he was telling the truth. I didn't think…" His words are lost in sobs. “I thought he would leave.”
"It's fine," I say in a soothing voice. I reach out a hand to touch his knee, to comfort him, but he winces, so I pull my hand back. "You're safe now."
"She's not," he says. "She's not, and she'll never be safe again!”
I take a breath. It's hard, these interviews. They always are. Children are supposed to be the pieces of the world that are pure and untouched by the horror that humanity perpetuates. They're meant to be idyllic. Fantastical.
Too often, they're not. "I'm sorry to interrupt," I say. "Go on."
Liam's sobs taper off into a frown and then a snarl. Rage replaces despair. "That's when he told me his name: Mister Gallows. He tipped his top hat to me, and said 'Nice to meet ya,' and then he crawled up through the window."
Liam reaches up a hand, wiping away the evidence of tears. "It was gross looking. His bones were snapping and twisting as he hunched over, lurching through the opening. The window’s not that big. Maybe large enough for me to fit through, or another twelve-year-old, but not a full-grown man, and Mister Gallows was much bigger than anybody I'd ever seen."
"Mister Gallows," I mutter, staring at the name on the sheet. It's not an entity I'm familiar with. My preliminary research didn't come up with any leads either. Whoever this legend was in life, he certainly didn't make much of a name for himself. Once more, I raise an eyebrow to the cameras and my supervisors watching from the other room. I wonder why this Event is so important to them.
"How tall was he?" I ask.
"Tall enough that even on all fours, his back scraped along the ceiling. He had to crane his neck down to look at me, and I could just barely see his eyes through the burlap sack he wore over his face. He asked me to show him to the kitchen.
"So I did. I walked him to the fridge and opened it, and when the light came on, I saw Mister Gallows was wearing this old, raggedy suit that looked like something from the 1800s, covered in dust and moth holes. My hands shook as I pulled out the leftover turkey, but Gallow’s didn’t notice. He was too busy humming. It sounded like an old song, a really old one. I don't remember the tune.” Liam pauses before adding, “I'm sorry."
"That’s fine,” I say, jotting it down onto the clipboard. “These are interesting details.” The intense cold, antique apparel, and out of date song certainly lead me to believe we're dealing with a ghost. "Is the food to his liking?"
Liam shrugs. He looks uncomfortable again. He's shaking. Shivering. There's something about him that's different, like he's having some kind of reaction. "Are you feeling alright?" I ask.
He nods furiously. "Yes, I feel fine. I um– I give him the plate of turkey, and the man asks me how he's supposed to eat it. I tell him I don’t know, can’t you just swallow it? He snarls, clacking over the kitchen tile and putting his face right next to mine. He tells me there's more room for blood on his fingers, lots more.
"I'm whimpering, and I tell him I don't know what he wants. He tells me he wants some teeth so he can eat. He opens his mouth and shows me his empty gums, swishing his tongue around some. Then he reaches up a hand and forces my mouth open. 'You've got a nice set,' he says.
"I’m starting to panic. My legs feel wobbly, and my head is spinning. I think maybe if I change the subject, I can bide my time long enough for my mom to wake up, and then she’ll see what’s going on and call the cops or dad. I don't want to scream, though, or be too obvious, because I think this guy– this creature doesn't have any qualms about murder. So I keep my mouth shut, mostly. I stick to safe topics."
"Like what?" I ask.
"Like what he had for me."
Ah, yes. ‘I have something for you. Then, I want something for me.’ They were among the first words Mister Gallows spoke to the boy; a bargain, one innocent enough.
Of course, to entities like Gallows, such deals are usually deceptions or a means to an end. They allow the creature to broker for horrors too terrible to put into words.
“What did he have for you, Liam?”
Tears slip down the boy's gaunt face. He raises a sweater sleeve, wiping them away before sniffling. “He had a message.” Liam’s nose is running, and he looks sickly. Unwell. “He said it was from somebody he never wanted to meet.”
How curious. "What was the message?"
"Just some words." Liam’s eyes stare at the floor, and he crumples into a ball of hoodie and jeans. He wipes his runny nose on his knees and makes himself small. “I um, I didn’t understand them.”
Some words. I let that roll around in my head for a while. It doesn't mean much now, but when you've been doing this job for as many years as I have, you learn pretty quickly that strange words aren't to be dismissed. Words have power.
“Were they in another language?” I ask. “Or were they too quiet to be properly heard?”
“A different language,” Liam says. He’s squirming like crazy now. I’ve scarcely seen a kid look so uncomfortable in my entire career. “Maybe Latin?” He shakes his head. “I only know French.”
“That’s alright. What happens after he says those words?”
“Mister Gallows gets angry. He tells me now that I’ve gotten what I’m owed, he wants what he’s owed. 'I gave something to you,' he says, 'and now I want something for me!’
"I ask him what he wants, but I already know. He opens his toothless mouth, pointing at his gums with a long, skeletal finger. 'I'll take some of these, I think.' He laughs a bit, and tips his tophat again, adding, 'Please and thank you.'
“He crawls up in front of me and pushes me against the wall. ‘Open up,’ he says. I try to keep my mouth closed, but I can’t. He’s too strong, and he forces it open. Then he reaches in and…” Liam gets quiet. His mouth hangs open, and he reaches a hand up, feeling where three of his front teeth should be. “He pulls them out.”
“He just wanted three of your teeth?” I ask.
Moments pass, and Liam’s face looks tortured. His mouth is being pulled in every direction, oscillating between frowns and grimaces, and his eyes are blinking erratically. I nearly call a break to the Interview, but he starts talking before I get the words out.
“He reaches back inside my mouth to pull out more, but the kitchen door opens. It’s my little sister, Lacey. She’s bleary-eyed and yawning, and then her eyes adjust, and she realizes what she’s looking at. She realizes the nightmare she just walked in on.”
Liam swallows. “She screams for mom. In the blink of an eye, Mister Gallows stampedes across the kitchen and wraps a hand around her mouth. 'Shh, little girl,' he says, using his other long arm to pet her hair. Then he puts his face close to hers, and he opens his mouth again, showing those toothless gums. He whispers to her to be quiet. He says as long as she doesn't scream again, he won't kill her."
My pencil flies across the clipboard. This is likely the defining moment of the Event, the moment that Mister Gallows murders Liam’s sister. I keep my ears open and brace for the worst.
"He moves his hand from her mouth,” Liam continues. "Lacey’s silent, and so am I. Part of me is hoping that mom heard Lacey’s scream, but another part of me knows better. I think Lacey does too. Heck, even if dad were home, I doubted it would make a difference. Mister Gallows was too big. We needed a SWAT team.”
I offer a consoling smile. “It’s likely a SWAT team would have been equally ineffective. You did what you could, Liam, with what you had. You didn’t want anybody to get hurt. That’s very brave.”
He looks down. His expression is despondent, but he doesn’t wait for me to prompt him. He keeps talking like I never said a thing.
"Mister Gallows opens Lacy’s mouth. He slips a finger inside of it and feels her teeth. He's looking at her through that burlap sack, and he's mumbling to himself, but I can't make out what he's saying. Eventually, he turns to me and asks, ‘These are new, aren't they?'
"I know he's talking about her teeth. She's a year younger than me, but she's gotten most of her adult teeth by now. He taps on them, and it makes a clicking sound, bone on bone, and then he pulls away. He looks back and says, 'These will do,' and then…"
Liam goes quiet. His body quakes, his eyes bulge. It's like he's trying to contain something, whether it's a furious rage or tumultuous despair. Whatever it is, it's desperate to get out. He doesn't want it to.
"Mom appears in the doorway, wearing her nightgown. All the color is gone from her face. She’s looking from me, with my mouthful of blood and three missing teeth, to the monster standing over Lacey. She snaps, snatching a knife from the kitchen counter, and runs at Mister Gallows.”
I chew on my pencil eraser. It’s a foolish gesture, but one I can understand. As a new mother myself, there’s very little I wouldn’t do to protect my baby. “Your mother attacked Mister Gallows?”
Liam nods. It takes him a while to get the words out, like he’s trying to do it without letting something else slip. I feel for him. It’s difficult for children to keep their emotions in check, particularly when recounting traumatic events.
“She runs at him and starts slashing and hacking at him, screaming at him to let Lacey go or she’ll call the police or the church or the FBI. Mister Gallows grabs her by her hair and smashes her head down on the floor. It hits the linoleum with a thud, and then she gets really still.
"I remember thinking she was dead. Then he picks her up again and smashes her down a second time, and I hear something crack, and blood starts pooling on the floor. Her leg is twitching.”
Liam takes a shuddering breath. I want to reach out and give him a hug, but he’s already responded adversely to being consoled. Instead, I pay him a look of understanding. Talking about these things is probably tearing him apart inside. His mother survived, of course, but she was irreparably damaged.
“Mister Gallows turns back to Lacey. She’s crying and shrieking, and he puts his hand into her mouth, and she starts gagging. He starts pulling out her teeth, jamming them into his gums one by one, humming as he goes.”
Liam leans forward and retches, vomiting onto the floor. Yellow-brown bile splatters my shoes. I shoot up out of my chair, indicating to the cameras that we need a cleanup crew in here and that the Interview is on hold.
Liam hurls again, and more throw-up spews from his mouth. I crouch next to him, placing a hand on his back. "It's okay. It's okay. You're safe." I say the words, but I don't know what they're supposed to do. How do you make a kid feel better after witnessing his mom’s skull split open on the kitchen floor? How does anything make that go away?
I whisper affirmations into his ear for what feels like hours but must have only been minutes. “It’s not your fault,” I say. “You’re a good person.”
A knock on the door interrupts me. I rise, unsure why anybody would be knocking. All employees with access should already have a keycard granting them entry.
"Hello?" I call out.
"Cleanup crew," a muffled voice calls back through the thick steel. "Can you let us in?"
I frown, looking from Liam to the door. I move toward the video communicator on the wall, activating it and seeing two janitorial staff on the other side. One of them holds up a mop in exasperation while the other flashes her ID.
"Our keycard isn't working," she says. "Can you open it on your end?"
Something about the situation unnerves me, but I shake it off. We're in a secured government compound. Facility agents are swarming the premises. We're as safe as can be, so I disengage the manual lock.
The door won't budge.
I try again, repeating the process, making sure I did it correctly—still nothing. I press the communicator. "Sorry," I say. "It looks like this room's malfunctioning. Can we get a tech team down here to look at it? I can't open it manually."
They grumble and turn away, leaving their mop and bucket behind them.
I look back to Liam. The smell of fresh vomit is thick in the air, but my focus is singular, on him and him alone. He said Mister Gallows had visited him almost every night for the past year. That had only been the first day.
"Liam?" I say in a small voice.
He's sitting in the chair, head in his hands, weeping with bits of puke still dripping from his chin.
I take a step forward. "If Mister Gallows gave you his message and then got his teeth, why did he keep coming back?"
Liam looks up, and his eyes are murky. Clouded. "He wanted to say sorry." He lifts a sleeve to his mouth, wiping some of the bile off of his face. "He kept apologizing. 'I'm so sorry, kid,' he'd say. 'I didn't know.' "
“Sorry for what?” I ask. “Killing your sister?”
A howl envelopes the room, and Liam breaks into quaking sobs. The lights in the room flicker. There’s a clatter to the right of me, and I look down and see toy building blocks shifting across the floor. On the wall, the cartoon animals aren’t smiling anymore. They’re slowly melting away.
Liam's face is ugly now, and he's crying as hard as I’ve ever seen. "He didn't know who I was,” he chokes out. “He thought I was just another kid." My heart races as steam hisses from Liam’s eyes, and I realize the tears are evaporating even as they form, dying in the smoldering blaze of his pupils.
A wind picks up in the room, and it tugs at my blouse, whipping about in a gale that tears the posters from the walls and casts toys into a tornado of color. Hands behind me, I stumble backward and try the door again. It won't budge.
I'm trapped.
My eyes drift up to the camera on the ceiling, but the red recording light is off. I'm alone. It's just me now. I take a breath, inhaling the fumes of vomit and sulfur, and I wonder if death is going to be half so bad as all these monsters make it seem.
"Who are you?" I ask, and I'm unable to keep the terror from my voice. “Are you Mister Gallows?” Perhaps the kid is possessed. I’ve seen it before.
"No," Liam whimpers. "I’m a bad person, though. I'm an awful person."
"Why did Mister Gallows--" I'm almost shouting now, as the tempest rocks the entire room. "Why did he feel the need to keep apologizing?" Learning blocks and toy trucks ricochet off the wall, narrowly missing my face.
"He was scared," Liam bawls. "He was scared I would hurt him if he didn't."
"Why?" I scream.
The gale stops. The toys fall with a clatter, and the animals on the wall aren't melting anymore. They’re beaming with the same, fake smiles they’ve always had. My breath heaves in my chest, my legs quiver, and my hair is a mess, but I’m alive. I’m okay.
Liam sits quietly in his plastic chair. He’s staring at Bugs Bunny on the carpet. His small hands are clenched into fists, and whatever fire once burned in his eyes is now extinguished. He’s just a boy again. The broken, trembling boy I promised I would save.
I’m no longer sure I can.
“Liam?” I say, taking a nervous step forward. “Is it okay if we talk?”
He doesn’t say anything, but he nods.
“Why was Mister Gallows afraid of you?” I do my best to maintain a calm tone, but my voice is all over the place. I can barely keep myself from stuttering. “Did it have something to do with what just happened?”
Silence. He’s whimpering again, and his hands are tugging at the strings of his hoodie like his life depends on it. Tears litter the carpet around him. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay,” I say, moving closer to him. My legs feel like jello, and my mind’s still untangling itself from what it just witnessed. “I can tell you’re a good person, Liam.”
Liam turns to me, and there’s fear in his features. He closes his eyes, clenches them shut, and he winces in pain. "It's hard," he says. "It gets harder every day."
I take a few more steps forward, and I'm back to my chair. I sit down in it, brushing frizzled hair from my face and taking a deep breath. My eyes snap up to the camera. It's recording again, and I know they're watching. I wonder if they witnessed the scene that just unfolded.
They probably already knew, I decide. They were expecting it.
"Liam," I say, in a careful tone. "Why was Mister Gallows afraid of you?"
His blue eyes appear, one blink at a time. He looks small in his chair, and when he speaks, his words are faint. I barely hear them.
"He’s afraid I'm here to kill him." A smile plays at the corner of his lips, and he grips his face with both hands. Agony fills his eyes, and his next words leave a mark that no response can fill. They crash around me like a carpet bomb. “I’m afraid I’m here to kill all of us.”
Once more, my eyes dart up to the camera. Is this what my supervisors were after? Is this the real Event? Am I the one experiencing it?
"What makes you think that?" I say, and my words are clipped, breathless. Fear has wormed its way into me.
"I'm one of them," Liam says, clutching a fistful of hair. His eyes pulse with blood, and he groans. "They told me so.” His voice strains against something. It's jagged. Sharp. "They told me I was one of them, that I was born to cast the earth into flame and ash."
"Who?"
"Them," he says, raising his eyes to my own. "The Gods Beyond the Veil." He’s different now. He’s not the boy I knew, and I’m not even sure he’s human. There’s a darkness to him, a suffocating, mighty abyss that’s pulling at me, begging me to join it. “The Eldritch,” he says, and his eyes are crackling again with dancing flames.
I want to run. I want to get out of here, but I know better. The only way out is through. “Your sister…” I say, in an uneven voice.
Police had found Lacey Hanesworth in six pieces. Her arm on one side of the house, her leg on the other. The home was a bloodbath. Liam’s mother had witnessed all of it from her wheelchair, and the scene had driven her mad. ‘A monster,’ she had repeated. ‘A monster killed my baby.’
“Did Mister Gallows kill her?” I whisper.
Liam's eyes flare. “You tell me,” he says.
Agony replaces everything I’ve ever known. I feel my arm lurch to the side, and something invisible is pulling at it, heaving while some other force holds me in place. I shriek for help. I scream at Liam to stop. I do everything I can to move and run, but I’m stuck in place.
There’s a horrible sound of tearing flesh, and my world goes black. I come to a second later, and blood is pouring from a hole in my torso where my arm used to be.
The door crashes open, and six people in robes rush in, casting warding charms and backing Liam into a corner. Somebody jabs a needle into me, and another person starts wrapping me in gauze.
Somebody shouts. "Keep him back! She's in critical condition!"
A blinding flash fills the room, and then the world fades away. Darkness envelops my thoughts, my memories, my mind. There’s nothing to see or hear or think about anymore. It’s just the Void. Unending. Ceaseless. I call out, but I have no voice. I’m drifting, senseless through infinity.
It's wonderful. It's terrifying.
I open my eyes to the bright lights of the medical bay. I’m in a hospital bed, my body is covered in bandages, and there are doctors and people in suits discussing something near me. They don’t seem to realize I’m awake. I try to open my mouth to speak, but it’s too hard. So I just listen.
“He’s the one then, The Conclusion?”
“Seems like it. Didn’t expect him to go nuclear back there, though. Talk about teenage angst.”
A laugh. A woman.
“No kidding. Honestly, it’s a wonder this lady survived. Word is she was right beside the kid when it went down."
"Looking at her, I'm not surprised." Another voice. Male. "I've never seen so much necrosis."
"You remember Jacob? The dickhead from Public Affairs?"
"Oh, yeah. Don't get me started on Jacob."
"Well, he was by earlier giving us all the rundown. 'If anybody asks, the damage was caused by a gas leak, that's all.' But he let slip a few extra details."
"Oh, spill the beans!" There's a clattering sound. Steel on steel. Surgical instruments being sifted through. I'm still too weak to speak. Too weak to move.
"Apparently, they sent in warlocks to deal with the kid, and all of them ended up piles of salt. Now the compound's just a few bricks and a cloud of asbestos."
A woman snorts, then laughs. “What were they expecting? As if warding charms could hold off an Eldritch God.”
“Technically he’s not a god, only a harbinger." A different man. This voice is casual. Teasing. I strain my eyes and see the blurry outline of a black suit. "The Gods come later, Cheryl.”
More laughter.
“It’s a damn shame. I read our patient's file here and if you can believe it, she was the one who sorted out The Boundless Whispers! Smart lady. Great with kids, too.”
“I suppose she wasn't smart enough." The first man again. A doctor, maybe. "It's just like I've always said: most people at Compound 7 are inept."
“That's not fair, Dave." The woman tuts. "They had some duds over there, same as we do here. They were doing important work, though. Pass me the scalpel, would you?"
"Of course."
"Thanks."
Steel cuts into my flesh. It hurts, but I can't move. I can't speak. I'm too weak, too absent.
"I should let the two of you get back to it, then." The man in the suit.
"Don't sweat it, Ryan! We're nearly done here anyway."
The steel digs deeper. A piece of me comes free.
"Anyway, I'm not surprised Compound 7 fucked everything up all over again. With The Conclusion’s power, we had a real shot at ending this invasion before it started, didn't we, Ryan?”
"We really shouldn't be talking about this out in the open, Dave. I shouldn't even have mentioned it."
My brain feels mushy. Slow. More pieces of me are sliced free. I hear the wet slap of my flesh dropping into a metal pan.
"This is hardly 'in 'the open,' Ryan. We're well enough alone. Now the kid is too. He's lost in the wind, apparently. Oh, she’s--”
“Jesus, she’s awake!”
There's hurried movement around me. I see the blur of a face, the white of a surgical gown.
Figures swim in front of me, two of them, a woman and a man. Doctors. Surgeons. They’re saying things. They’re telling me I’ve had a bad accident and that I’ve suffered terrible wounds. They’re telling me they’re going to give me some more morphine so I can get some sleep.
I try to tell them no. I try to tell them I want to know what’s going on.
My world goes dark.
The next time I wake up, I’m alone. The hospital room is empty, save for a desk in the far corner, and the buzzing fluorescent light above. I feel stronger now, more conscious. I sit up with some struggle, and my body feels different. Alien. It’s as though pieces are missing.
I glance down, and memories flood me. My arm is missing. It feels like my legs are gone too. I wiggle and squirm, using my other arm to prop me up into a seated position. Weak-eyed, I look around for my belongings. For my phone.
It’s there, on my bedside table. I reach for it. It's too far.
“Erin?” A groggy voice says from behind me. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re awake!”
I glance back and see my mom, her gray hair wistfully dancing in the air conditioning. She puts a hand on my face, and her eyes are filled with tears. She keeps telling me she loves me.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry this happened to you.”
I tell her it’s okay. I tell her I need her to hand me my phone.
“Why?”
“Because,” I tell her. “I have to tell the world what I just overheard. I need to dictate all of this before I forget it.”
She’s confused, my mother. She’s asking if I’m feeling okay. She keeps talking about things that don’t matter.
“Mom,” I say. “I heard something earlier that I wasn’t supposed to.”
She gets quiet. She recognizes my tone, and she knows I’m not feeling loopy or out of it. She listens.
“I need you to give me my phone. There’s a boy out there with messy black hair, pale skin, and a blue hoodie. He’s the most important person in the world right now, and if we don’t find him, the world might not be around for much longer.”
She passes me my phone. I tell it my story.
Now, I pass that story to you. I’m asking you to keep an eye out for a missing boy with black hair, a blue hoodie, and crackling pupils. His skin is pale, sallow and his body language is small and nervous. He might be upset. He might be agitated.
If you see him, don’t approach. Call the police. Contact me here. Tell an elected official you need to get in touch with the Facility. The boy is important. He’s The Conclusion to everything, and he’ll write the ending to our story one way or another.
Just know that if we don’t find him, it won’t be a happy one.
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Blah blag blah part 4 here you go.
I said the story was interactive, and your character has now been unlocked! Readers will be able to influence how this new character will act and react. This can happen by either replies or tags in reblogs of what you think should happen next.
The Glaishur ask blog allows you to talk to him directly, though, so it's still an option ^^
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Night had passed hours ago. Glaishur still rested within his bed, now covered in a pale pink blanket with a soft layer of white fuzz underneath. It was incredibly warm, as well as quite cute if he said so himself. He remained in his world of comfort far longer than expected, but no one could blame him. It was probably the first time the cold monster had slept comfortably in a while, hospital beds not being the most preferable.
Attmoz had left earlier in the morning, taking Syncopite with him. Glaishur hadn't paid much attention to them, wanting to sleep more, but overheard bits and pieces of the conversation after his mind refused to slip back into dreams. Furnoss had been provided a small map of the housing available nearby by the hospital, having the two look over the area and possible paths beyond here to stay. Due to their presence being a bit of a rare occurrence, certain spots were more recommended than others.
"How do ya plan on getting us there without being seen?" Attmoz questioned. "I know these lil goblins will run off immediately."
"If we tell them how serious our situation is, maybe they'll listen?" Furnoss shrugged.
"Hell no, we aren't telling them shit. All they know is that the castle is gone and that we're trying to find a new home. They shouldn't know about who or what we used to be. Not yet, at least."
"We already stick out a lot here," Syncopite commented, "and they're all clearly a bit anxious. 'Cept for Torrt, but that kid is on something. Even so, I doubt they'll draw much attention to themselves on purpose. Maybe just telling them to stay close will be enough."
"Where did this pillow come from?" Glaishur rolled onto his back. It seemed different than the rest. "Now that I think of it, where did a lot of this come from?"
He didn't recall getting a new pillow, neither did he a pink blanket that looked like he made his friend into a rug. A quick look to the nightstand nearby revealed a glass of.. milk, perhaps? It smelled quite sweet, also donning a deep brown color. Mud in a cup? Hehe, gross! He was curious, though. A sip wouldn't hurt, would it? Glaishur took the cup, unsure if he had managed to forget someone bringing it or not. He didn't get a chance to try it before being called over by Furnoss. Tying his new blanket around himself, Glaishur left.
"Yeah, 'Noss? What'cha need?" He asked.
"Do you.. happen to know this, uh.. Kind gentleman?" Furnoss motioned to the left where the door outside stood.
Confused, Glaishur looked over. Before him stood a tall, blue furred monster with armored plates lining most of their back and head. A single pointed horn stood tall on their helmet-like shell, barely visible alongside the creatures face due to harsh sunlight coming from behind. Four limbs walked upon the ground while two more held a sort of critter within a shell of their own. It looked.. goofy, honestly. Glaishur loved it.
"My king," the new monster kneeled.
"Uh-"
"My good and gracious king. For centuries, I have mourned your loss. The falling of Starhenge had been kept secret eons after it had occurred, all for the sake of your people."
His glance moved upwards to face the cold elementalist. Their eyes were as blue as their pelt.
"Please. If you allow me, I can show you the worlds progress. You will be kept anonymous, and I promise your protection. All of you."
"Strombonin, tell 'em I brought cookies," another voice rolled in. Another monster, some kind of sea mammal, perhaps, held a tray of freshly baked treats.
"G'joob brought cookies," Strombonin echoed with a bit of annoyance. "Now. Will you accept my offer? I am more than willing to wait."
"Yeah, hi, excuse me for a moment," Attmoz moved in, taking Glaishur by the arm and leaving back to their room.
"Dude, who the hell is that?" He asked in a low whisper.
"No idea, but.. I feel like I remember 'em." Glaishur answered. "Like I've known him for a while, years ago. I don't know how to explain it. They're just real familiar."
"I.. I can't say I disagree. I sorta remember someone like them, too."
The air Celestial could vaguely picture the outline of another monster of the Mythical type. He could remember their shape, a sort of bird-like monster. He couldn't remember anything of their appearance past that. Maybe the new guy knows a thing or two about their past. He mentioned the falling of Starhenge, something that clearly wasn't known among the many islands, and claimed it was kept secret.
"It wouldn't hurt to question them, would it?" Attmoz spoke, moving to dig through the sheets and blankets on his bed. Soon enough, he found his gifted scarf. Might as well put it on, considering the likelihood of leaving.
"I don' think it would."
"Guess that's our plan, then. By the way, where'd you get the blanket? Looks like someone took inspiration from yours truly."
Glaishur couldn't help but grin, looking over the cover for a tag. It had small imperfections here and there, causing him to believe it was handmade. Different from the tissue paper sheets at the hospital.
"Dunno, but I like it. It wasn't here before, so I'm takin' it. Not stealing, just.. borrowing."
"Whatever you say, Glaish. Let's get back to Furnoss, I bet he's dying out there."
They were met with the opposite scene. Strombonin had been allowed in, followed by G'joob, and seemed to be telling stories to the younger kids. Blasoom and G'joob played a small duet while the other Mythical told tales of his life to the group of little monsters as well as Furnoss. G'joob's treats had been passed out to one another, two of the cookies saved for the missing monsters.
The Strombone poked its head in and out of its shell, Galvana reaching over to grab at its face and trying to give it a little pat. It was.. an interesting little fellow, but they like it, and it seemed to like them back. Such a silly little thing - both of them.
"If you don't mind me asking," Furnoss spoke, "Do you happen to know how Plant Island has progressed so far? Don't get me wrong, it's quite impressive, but it seems to be farther ahead of other islands."
"Humans," Strombonin answered. "It's a long tale. If you would like, I could tell it along the way."
"That would help pass the time. Maybe keep the little ones in one spot, too."
"It would be best if we leave sooner," Strombonin rose from his spot, "as a storm is coming. The weather has been unpredictable lately, but I can assure you that this will rid the streets of any other monsters."
The cold Mythical had already promised their safety, and being relatively hidden was certainly an added bonus. Furnoss agreed with a nod, turning his attention to Attmoz and Glaishur.
"Back so soon?"
"Too soon," Attmoz mumbled. "I'm guessing you made the decision for us?"
"Somewhat, yes. I'd like to have Glaishur have a say, though, as he's still a bit scratched up here and there, and it wouldn't be fair to leave so soon."
Strombonin moved closer to his Celestial, knealing once again. Instead of a bow, though, he simply got to the monsters level.
"I apologize for any stress I may have caused earlier," They began. "Furnoss had told me your story, and admittedly, it should have been obvious. You are but a child."
"Heh, he's calling you short," Attmoz teased.
"You're short!" Glaishur yelled back.
"You grow to about the same size," Strombonin chuckled. The two shut up quickly. "Now, would you like for me to lead you to your new home? If you need more time, it is perfectly acceptable to say so."
After a bit of debate, Glaishur agreed.
"I do have one question, though," the cold monster pulled the fur on his arms. "How did you find us?"
"This." G'joob held up a blanket. It had visible purple fur tied into its threads, as well as bits of dirt and sand. "We were called up by some drumpler about it. We've had plenty of calls 'bout someone finding the Celestials, but never had real evidence other than word o' mouth."
Furnoss looked to the blanket, then over to Attmoz and Glaishur. The two stared up at the ceiling or over at the wall. Whoops. The cold mythical took charge, reminding them of his offer.
Strombonin assured everyone that the trip would be safe. He even allowed for the young ones to ride on his back, often carrying his fellow mythicals. The kids seemed to enjoy the idea, and he found it rather sweet as well.
"I must warn you, though, it will be raining. As far as I'm aware, only one umbrella was provided."
"Here," the fire celestial handed said umbrella to Scaratar. "You ride with the little ones, keep them dry. Water doesn't affect me as much as it's painted to."
Scaratar agreed, helping Syncopite up onto Strombonin's back and climbing up herself. Glaishur chose to stick with Attmoz and Furnoss, walking alongside the tall monster with his blanket. He also had the treat from G'joob, who hopped behind. With everything together and the house mostly cleaned, the Celestials set out for their new and final home.
Rain trickled down from the sky in soft a soft pattern before soon rolling in with thunder. The two Mythicals took a lesser known path between buildings, further keeping their identities hidden. Scaratar pulled a few of the little monsters closer to herself and under the umbrella, occasionally having to use an extra arm or two to catch anyone sliding off. They aren't exactly trying to stay on anymore, finding her quick reflexes amusing. During their trip, they only noticed one other monster.
"So," Furnoss moved in between Strombonin and G'joob, "What happened to plant Island?"
"Humans. Initially, this island was only accustomed to two or three coming in at a time, doing innocent research and explorations with the help of a few fellow monsters. One day, more came. Then more. Then more."
Their eyes met, keeping a steady pace along the sidewalk.
"They taught us their technology, their language, their lives. For years, we lived with peace. But soon, they began to take our land. They took monsters with them, experimented and observed them like cattle. The houses we built, the towns we made, the shops, the restaurants, hospitals. All of it we had built without the knowledge they intended on taking it for themselves. That we had made their homes for them. For years, we fought back. Many lives were lost to a cruel fate that we monsters never thought would exist."
Strombonin wasn't able to keep his eyes locked with Furnoss, looking over his dear Strombone instead. The creator poked its head out, almost seeming to assure its holder that he was allowed to speak.
"Monsters were not made for battle. For war. We were made to sing. Spread joy, live luxuriously in our luscious environments. I haven't heard a single song played in the harmony it used to hold. A whole part of this island had grown inhabitable, used as a resting ground for those lost. Most graves remain empty, with the loved ones' bodies having been lost completely."
Attmoz and Glaishur stared at one another, scared shitless by the story. Had their absence as gods caused the downfall of the monster world? Were they at fault for the many lives lost? A heavy blanket of guilt washed over them. Thank the stars that Scaratar kept herself and the rest distracted.
"We've rebuilt ourselves from the ground, blocking off any interdimensional portals humans make. None have been encountered in decades, but we keep the islands updated. If found, we were ordered to.. be rid of them. On sight. They're destructive beasts. Even stronger than any mythical could be."
"There's a rumor that humans still exist here," G'joob hopped into the story. "Well, that one human does. Somewhere far off, where even stores are rarely found."
"It is a rumor and nothing more," the cold Mythical hissed. "We don't need to begin the panic once more."
"E-excuse me, Strombonin?" Glaishur moved closer to the front of the group. "Is it possible that this.. this war could've been prevented? Like, with maybe a Celestial per say?"
"My dearest, this war couldn't have been swept away no matter the interference," he answered. "Never hold this against yourself - any of you. It wasn't your battle to face, but to recover from. All had passed, and the future bares its healing to us."
Glaishur nodded. Even with the fact there was nothing he could've done, he couldn't help but feel guilt at being absent. Maybe his past self could have done something if he were still around. Maybe he couldn't have. He wouldn't ever know, would he?
"Ay, how old are you?" Attmoz chimed in.
"Mythicals age differently than most monsters. Similar to Celestials, once we reach maturity, we tend to remain like that for eons. Unlike Celestials, however, we can not reverse our ages. Our ends are inevitable, but far. I've lost count, but i can assure you I am quite young!"
"Lying."
"Hush up, G'joob, you're no younger."
The rest of the walk was spent joking around and chatting about less.. unfun subjects. Hornacle ended up on the road, kicking up puddles of water and splashing at the rest. Surprisingly, none of the others wanted to join. Might be tired from everything that happened this morning, maybe a bit bashful too. At least it made the job easier for Scaratar, who now debated giving Syncopite the umbrella privileges to run off as well. He wouldn't mind, anyway, right?
"Hey, Syncopite?" She began to ask.
"Just hand it over."
"Sweet!"
Well, that worked out well. Besides, Syncopite's telekinetic abilities made it easier to keep everyone covered. The poison monster ran off with Hornacle, even dragging Attmoz along to slide against the ground and send water back into the air. Glaishur and Furnoss were more invested in Strombonin's story and plans for once they reach their destination. A new home, an old friend, and a present to all. Finally, for the first time in a while, the Celestials felt in place. Sure, the trip had a bit longer to go, but things felt normal for once. Almost normal.
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kiss me more
pairing: rhea ripley x reader
prompt: "i love it when you kiss my neck."
warnings: smut
Rhea was quick to snatch you away when you returned from your match backstage. Creative had you going in different directions, so you didn't cross paths very often. Judgement Day didn't seem to care much about you, although Triple H had promised you more television time in the coming weeks. You weren't really sure where you'd go, but you were excited to see your new direction.
"Rhea, stop. We're at work," you said as Rhea started to try and feel you up. She was succeeding pretty well, even if you were trying your hardest to keep your neck away from her mouth.
"Nobody cares," Rhea said as she squeezed your ass. You weren't really trying to fight back against her at all. You just didn't want to give half of the roster a free show on the way to somewhere a little more private. It wasn't like anybody didn't already know what happened backstage. There was a reason that more and more superstars were requesting dressing rooms these days.
"Fuck, that feels good," you moaned as Rhea's lips brushed against a particularly sensitive spot on your jaw. Rhea tilted your head to the side and started kissing your neck, a surefire way to make your knees weak.
"Tell me how good it feels," Rhea told you.
"I love it when you kiss my neck," you said lowly. "It feels so fucking good."
Rhea let out a chuckle as her hands slipped past the elastic band of your tights. Your head fell back a little as her fingers slipped in between your legs. She was teasing you, rubbing you through your underwear until you let out an all too familiar whine in her ear. The two of you were pressed for time, but that didn't mean Rhea wouldn't get you as close to begging as she could.
"Please," you whimpered in her ear. The look on Rhea's face was nothing short of devious as she pushed your underwear to the side. A part of you wanted to be mad about Rhea's teasing and toying with you, but she always delivered, so you couldn't. Whatever you needed in the moment, Rhea was able to provide for you. The relief was absolutely divine, even if the build to it felt torturous at times.
"Shh," Rhea said as she slipped her free hand over your mouth. The small gasps were growing into moans, and Rhea didn't want the two of you to get caught. The noises were muffled, but didn't stop completely. Rhea kept her mouth on your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there. You were sure that she could feel the vibrations from your throat with each noise.
You came with a moan that was barely contained by Rhea's hand. Your fingers dug into Rhea's shoulders for leverage as your legs wobbled beneath you. Rhea was quick to readjust her hands to catch you though. She let you rest against her for a moment, panting for a reason that had nothing to do with your match. You glanced up at Rhea, who picked you up to carry you to the locker room. It was probably a sight that would have looked odd to some, but everybody already knew that you and Rhea were together. And it wasn't like Rhea was above showing off her strength to impress you.
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Happy Code Swap Day dear @grubtism !
The prompt I took was "Aelita discovering new things about earth (such as her learning about being cold while walking with jeremie after her materialization in s1)" and here it is your typical filler episode on the beach where Aelita plays volleyball and watches the sunset (with Jerlita centered ofc).
I hope you can excuse my poor grammar since I'm not a native speaker. I was really about to cry when I was editing this but I'm afraid the tenses might have gone crazy at some point anyway. I hope again this doesn't stop you from enjoying the story. Have fun! @code-swap
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The chink of trains passing by in this early spring morning were blending with distinctive rumble of a station, while announcements were fading in and out. Like in every big city, Paris had already woken up and was getting ready for the day, the wagons were full of people on their way to work in the country or planning a short weekend getaway. In one of them, three boys were sitting with their eyes on the big clock of the station, looking for something impatiently.
"They're gonna miss it, if they don't hurry up." complained Ulrich while looking back over his shoulder to the platform through the train's open door and turned his gaze back to his friends sitting across the table. The boy in the purple shirt was picking at his backpack's zip and glanced at the compartment quickly over his blonde friend next to him before answering Ulrich. "They should be there soon, don't worry."
The bag trembled with a rustling sound like something was pawing its way to reach the top, seconds later Jeremy was squinting at a panting dog that appeared between him and Odd.
"My little diggity-dog," Odd squealed while patting his head. "Soon you will run as much as you can." Kiwi licked his owner's hand as an answer, his wagging tail was showing how he was bursting with excitement for this unexpected trip.
"We risk being thrown off the train by bringing him with us." Jeremy addressed a remark to Kiwi, while glancing at his watch. He couldn't help but start to get grumpy, the absence of their other two friends that were supposed to be here a quarter hour ago, was worrying him a little bit. The boy decided to wait five more minutes before calling them.
"Kiwi is one of the other big risks that we take today, Einstein." bantered Odd with him, he knew that Jeremy deep down loves his dog too and it was always funny to him that Kiwi sometimes gets on people's nerves.
"Yeah Jeremy, speaking of that," Ulrich interrupted their conversation while raising his eyebrows "what do we do if our friend X.A.N.A attacks while we're away, huh?" He really loved the idea of showing Aelita around at first but by the time past and the girls continued not to show up, he was sharing the same concerns with Jeremy. He knew that the boy with glasses watches every step of Aelita like they all do and cares for her, wants to show how our world contains some wonders but everything is too new for now. Maybe they should have taken things easy like Yumi said before.
Jeremy crossed his arms, dropping his eyes to the table in front of him. He was very well aware about the fact Ulrich stated but he had his good reasons, so he tried to pick the right words to make the situation clear to them."We'll be only one hour ride away from city, so in case of an emergency we can go back quickly and you know, it wasn't long after his last attack." He tugged at his sleeve like brushing off the memories of recent events, they had a really narrow escape last time. "Besides I really wanted to show her the actual sea that is much more different from Lyoko's digital one." he continued while blushing with his confession.
"Just relax, both of you." Odd assured them while scratching behind of Kiwi's ears. "We'll get to see where Jeremy spends his summers, swim a little bit and then be back at the school by dinner. Just a little vacation and that's all."
Ulrich turned his gaze to look out of the train, the first glimpses of daylight were reflecting the boy's shade to the window and making it difficult for him to see the platform. "Let's hope he doesn't spare us a break." he sighed. The idea of a X.A.N.A attack while they're away was giving him shievers, he couldn't stress enough what a mess it might be.
The other boy sitting across from him nodded in agreement, staring off into the crowd on the station and taking a stroll down of his memories from Aelita's first night on earth that he walked her to Yumi's. Not just great to see her heal and hearty by his side but the thought of how even that little walk made her really happy had given the idea of today's trip to him. He really worked hard to make her real, to bring her to the earth but they couldn't managed to make X.A.N.A get off her tail, he is still with her, still theardening her life and Jeremy's hearth sinks everytime he catches the look on her eyes like a feral youngling scaring everything. He hates to let her make sacrifices to save the world and knowing this situation could go for a while drives him crazy. The boy wants her to be in safe, to make her feel safe forever and to tell her that he would never let X.A.N.A hurt her again but the so far he could only make her smile and that's enough for him to face to whole world. If this little trip would make her happy, then it worths to take the risk, he thinks. X.A.N.A can play all the tricks as he wants today but he won't back off to try to brighten up Aelita's day, not even a little.
A huge rumbling from the left disrupted his inner call-out to X.A.N.A. He scowled at Odd and Kiwi trying to decide who's making that sound while Ulrich bursting into laughs of Kiwi's confused look and Odd's querulously protests against Jeremy's judgemental glance.
"You should have let me have breakfast." grumbled Odd looking annoyed and folded his arms on his stomach. "A man has his needs"
"More like a dragon based on the sound that you made, if you ask me." Ulrich teased him.
Odd has just opened his mouth to answer him but his offended response was suppressed by a cheerful shout.
"Then it is a good thing that we brought all the snacks to feed up this dragon." a girl in black waved at them stepping into the train and followed by another girl with pink hair. Despite looking like two opposite ends of the color spectrum, pink sakura flowers on Yumi's shirt were matching perfectly with Aelita's hair.
"Finally!" squeaked Jeremy with a huge sigh of relief and continued his scolding "We were starting to worry".
"Good morning to you, too." Aelita responded to the boy half-mockingly and sat next to him.
"I'm sensing some Hiroki influences." Ulrich remarked, giggling at the girl's cynical answer and inched over to make room for Yumi.
"My kid brother's rich vocabulary is irresistible, I'm afraid." laughed off black haired girl while settling down and trying to get comfortable with her long body on the train's narrow seats. She took a paper bag from the inside of her bucket bag and threw it at Odd. "Here," girl said while Odd catching it on the air and lowering down to sniff it with Kiwi. "something to calm down your stomach."
"Someone with sense, thank you!" cheered the boy when he saw what the bag contains. He grab one of the croissants and took a big bite and immediately passed it down to his dog to split the difference. "Ulrich," then he called out his friend between his gulps "you should really go o-"
"-what took the two of you so long?" Ulrich interrupted him with a rush and on purpose, trying to ignore Jeremy and Aelita's gigglings, of course he knows what Odd is about to say.
"Well, Aelita worked so hard on our fruit salad." answered Yumi his question for the room, pointing out the tupperware that the pink haired girl is holding.
Aelita uncovered its lid and served it around. "Isn't it fascinating that fruits have all these different flavors and beautiful colors?" asked she mesmerizingly, you could tell about her excitement from her shining eyes. Finally, she took a lumpy and russet fruit from the inside and showed it to everyone. "I've never seen such a thing like that before."
"Having a hearty appetite runs in the family, as you can see." Odd determined, about to take the last bite from his apple. "We didn't make her my cousin for nothing."
"Yeah and may I ask why you bring a raw potato here?" questioned Ulrich, pointing to the fruit in Aelita's hands.
"It isn't a potato, it is a Jerusalem artichoke." Jeremy corrected him out of patience, while Yumi breaking into laughs. " and it is a species of sunflower native to-"
"Please give us a break from biology at least on the weekend, Einstein." Odd shutted him up and gave his biggest smile to Jeremy's glaring before changing the subject. "Speaking of fruits, you can't believe what Kiwi did this morning-" he started to tell Yumi.
"So it is a rare one, then?" Aelita turned to Jeremy, still examining the Jerusalem artichoke with other's chatter in the background.
"Yes, in this region I mean." gave the boy a quick answer to her before getting to the point. "Is everything alright at Yumi's?" Jeremy asked anxiously. He has no doubt that his Japanese friend is doing her best to host Aelita but he just wonders if their formally virtual friend is doing okay here.
"It couldn't be better, her family are really hospitable people." smiled the girl at him, put her hand on his shoulder to assure before continuing, because the boy still seemed unconvinced. "Everything is fine, don't worry."
"Just checking." murmured Jeremy with a warm smile and little blush on his cheeks.
"And what were you saying about what this tastes like?" she asked mischievously about the fruit that she was still holding, trying to drop the subject.
"Erhm, I'm not sure if you like it, but there is no harm in trying, I guess" shrugged the boy.
Aelita took a small bite from it and Jeremy examined amusedly her facial expressions of grimace while she tried to chew it.
"Let's say I'll stick with the berries." she commented while exchanging smiles with each other, its somewhat bitter taste isn't her style.
The station master's whistle alerted the gang that their train was about to leave. "Sun, sea and sand, here we come!" Odd yelled with joy when the doors closed and the train started to move. The classic clickety-clack sound was getting louder and riveting the train's acceleration.
"Do you know how real sand looks like Aelita?" asked Yumi and continued after the pink haired girl shook her head as a no. "It is kinda like the Desert Sector, but the pigmentation and the texture are a little bit different. Right, Jeremy?"
"Affirmative." chuckled the boy with glasses, confirming his friend's scientific attempt for the definition.
"Maybe we teach you how to surf this time," Ulrich waved his hand and paused before getting to the punchline of his joke with a deadpan expression. "since you know how to do it on the Internet."
Other's collective groans at his bad joke blended in with Aelita's laugh. "Seriously, Ulrich-" breathed Yumi a sigh while Odd completed her sentence. "You are better than that-"
As their chattering continues, the train had left the city as a beautiful meadow view is streaming from the windows. Jeremy settled back and breathed deeply meadow's scents filling the compartment, listening his friends' chitchat. Maybe it is what peace looks like; watching the pink haired girl next to him laugh with the people that means the most to him, seeing how the sun beams reflecting the perfect green of her eyes as she twinkles and realizing she is finally a real human being just like them. And when the girl suddenly holded his hand like she was reading his mind, the boy's heart missed a beat. That is what he is fighting for, he thought while smiling back at her. She is worthy to face the whole world.
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"Now, pass it over Aelita!"
Yumi stepped backwards to return the girl's pass, tried to lighten the volleyball's momentum with a couple of flip shots before delivering it to Jeremy.
The sun is blazing down on the beach on this hot spring day, blurring their vision while heated sand is burning their feet a little. Their wet hair had dried long before they started goofing around that begin with Yumi and Ulrich's martial arts demonstration and right now everything looks about to boil away. Even though they've only been here for a few hours, all of the kids look a few tans darker.
Jeremy setted the ball hardly enough to reach Aelita and let out a heavy breath. Sports is never been his thing but Aelita had insisted a lot and he couldn't turn down her request. Besides they need more than one person to teach her how to play volleyball before this big match between girls and boys but righ now, Odd and Ulrich are too busy trying to do chartwheels like Yumi showed them before next to the court with Kiwi running around.
"It's all on the fingertips, Jeremy." panted the black haired girl, seeing his struggle and lifted the ball little more to Aelita before shouting. "Bump pass, now!"
Aelita took the right position for an underhand pass as the ball was speeding up towards her and bumped it to Yumi.
The tall girl cheered for her friend's great pass and let out a rallying cry as she was kicking the ball as hard as she could, like she does all the time in Lyoko.
Jeremy barely found the time to run to the side, not even trying to catch the ball and yawping at the same time.
"Sorry, sorry. My mistake." chuckled Yumi, moving towards the side where the ball escaped. "I'll go and get it."
The boy doubled up, trying to gather his breath in this time-out while hearing the sound of Odd's laugh in the distance, making fun of Ulrich's bad fall.
"Are you okay, Jeremy?" the other girl came closer and asked. Her cheeks look in red a few shades darker than her hair from the effort she put in, while the sun brings out her green eyes even more.
The boy nodded his head and straightened up. "You learn fast." he complimented her. In the morning she had picked up so quickly all the swimming moves that Yumi showed her. It was just the basics though, unfortunately the sea had become rough as the time passed by and despite all the insistence of the other boys, Jeremy and Yumi had decided to call it a day. The open sea isn't a right place to mess around and it is so much different than their swimming lessons with Jim at the pool. Not to mention the amount of salty water all of them swallowed.
"I kind of like it here." Aelita smiled at him. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back as if she wanted to feel the sun even more. Its warmth was feeling like little kisses on her cheek, a feeling that she has never experienced before, almost like life itself. A breeze was carrying constantly the briny, enveloping, warm smell and every time as she took a breath of salt, seaweed and iodine; it was surprising her to have this much and kind of sensations. It is a stimulus-rich environment as Jeremy described her earlier today but to be honest, she would probably never get tired of being overwhelmed by her new three senses. They were sometimes talking about how good and realistic three-dimensional Lyoko is, but if they ask her now, it is nothing compared to what she experienced in such a short time here.
"I'm really glad that you like it." responded Jeremy slowly, trying not to disturb her little tribute to the Earth.
"I wish you would play with us too." the pink haired girl turned to him and requested for the little match that will take place soon.
"Are you kidding?" the boy chortled, he had already seen this movie before. "In sports that require a tall stature, Yumi can match both of them." pointed he at the trio in striking distance.
"I guess you're right." Aelita chuckled, while looking at the other girl circling around Odd and Ulrich that was now standing on their hands and reviewing their posture. From there, the boys looked like a couple of clumsy baby bats, trying to learn how to headstand while Kiwi sniffing them and with their hair that lost volume when wet, they made Yumi look even more taller.
"And now when you are on her side, they have no chance." continued Jeremy proudly. "I'd rather stay out of this bloodbath." He added on quickly after the girl gave him a confused and worried look. "It's a figurative expression, of course."
"If you say so." said Aelita, giving him the biggest smile she has and the boy got a feeling that he has butterflies in his stomach.
"Are you ready to wipe them out, Princess?" Yumi called out to her as she came closer and winked.
"uh-huh" nodded 'the Princess' with a grin on her face.
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"Both teams have a single time-out." reminded Jeremy standing next to the volleyball net with Kiwi. "Anyone want it before the game ball?"
"Yes, we are." Ulrich uttered gaspingly, trying to raise his hand as he doubled over.
"Okay then, 3 minutes." announced Jeremy. "It's 2 to 1 in favor of girls, if they win this set, they win the game."
"Yeah, yeah we know. Stop mocking with us." grumbled Odd also pantingly. He is feeling too tired to correct Jeremy's officiation terminology.
"Take as much as you want," Yumi trash talked with them as boys gathered together to discuss their strategy. "We have all the time in the world."
"You wish." snarled Ulrich at her but Jeremy could swear he was smiling before he got into a huddle with Odd.
"You play really great." Yumi turned to her teammate and addressed a praise, watching the boy's heated discussion in the meantime.
"Thanks," smiled Aelita, trying to catch her breath with a hand on her chest. "I wish we could do something against Odd's services though."
"Don't worry, it will end soon." assured black haired girl while trying to understand what the boys are up to, while Ulrich demonstrating some moves to Odd.
Jeremy clapped his hands loudly to draw their attention from the courtside. "On your positions." he called out and referred the end of the break.
Yumi took the ball from the ground and handed it over to Aelita. "Would you do the honors?" she asked the girl if she wanted to serve the ace that might be the last.
The girl took the ball and stepped back until her feet touched the field markings that can barely be seen on the sand. She casted a look at the boys through the nest that were waiting impatiently for her to start the game while trying to decide which one to target might help them to get the winning point.
Then Aelita took a deep breath, threw the ball into the air and sent it to the other side as fast as she could.
"I got it!" Ulrich informed his teammate and received the shot successfully, then delivered the ball to him, which Odd returned back to the girls' side with a blast.
"Yumi!" cried out Aelita after she bump passed it to the back, hoping she could catch it.
The Japanese girl took a step back and jumped up high, looked like for a moment that she froze in the air, then kicked the ball in force while letting out a yell.
"LYOKO STYLE!" Odd screamed at the top of his lungs and rushed at Ulrich as he went down on his knees and folded his hands to help his friend jumping higher.
As the ball touched ground on the left, both of the boys fell down on the right, tangled with each other, because Odd misstepped and Ulrich couldn't lift him enough to catch the ball.
"Game, set and match!" declared Jeremy the result with girls' screams of joy in the back. "Maybe I should have told them sooner that the gravity in here works differently than Lyoko." he muttered to himself and giggled as boys were lying down and groaning while Kiwi was licking his owner's face.
Yumi gave Aelita piggyback ride and started touring the field as a victory parade while the boys were wrangling with each other about whose fault it was.
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His muscles that tired from a hectic day protested again when the boy's hand slipped a third time from the cliff's rocky surface and put his weight to one arm. Ulrich looked up at his blonde friend on the way ahead of the group and snorted, they were climbing quite a while but by time the boy had started to feel dizzy due to his acrophobia and he isn't sure if he can keep this up any longer.
Yumi stopped to help him and as Ulrich took his offerend hand, she pulled the boy to her side safely. "There you go." the girl smiled at him softly while making sure he was holding on tightly this time. The boy gave a thumbs up to her and smiled back.
"Since when you became an athlete, Jeremy?" Odd made a biting comment from their left like he read his friend's mind while panting heavily because of carrying an additional weight to his own. Kiwi barked from his backpack to show his disgruntlement of this situation.
"You're grumbling just because you lost the game earlier." Jeremy brushed him off and secured himself on a big rock to see how others were doing. "We are almost at the top and it has a really great view. It's well worth it, trust me. My father and I come here all the time." he continued.
"We are a little tired, that's all." stated Aelita trying to lighten the mood, following the steps of him.
When finally Jeremy reached the peak, he waited at the rear and gave a hand to everyone until all of them safely stood up there and listened as each person let out a shout of astonishment when they saw the view.
"Jeremy, it is-" stuttered Yumi, not being sure how to describe this breathtaking beauty of the landscape, while other boys let out a gasp. "Just wow." murmured Odd as he placed down his dog on the ground.
Jeremy, being pleased with himself, turned to the pink haired girl. She is the person whose opinion he is most curious about. "What do you think, Aelita?" he addressed her a question.
Yumi took a frisbee from her bag after she saw that look on Aelita's face and showed it to other boys. "Wanna play?" she asked them while they were cheering up on her offer. "Go Kiwi, fetch!" she threw it away and drew the others further to give space to Jeremy and Aelita.
They had arrived just in time to catch the golden hour before sunset and right now, the setting sun were painting in a goldenly orange everything on their sight, while it was washing the clouds in candescent red, as they were standing on the large cliff above the sea and watching this riot of colors' reflection on the water with sound of waves hitting rocks below. The light breeze from morning had started turning into a stronger one and still was carrying the scent of salty water as the daytime smell was changing into the night while caressing Aelita's hair. The girl couldn't take her eyes off the scenery lying ahead where the sun looked like slowly melting into the sea and was dissolving its colors through the water surface.There was something about this moment like every single thing bombarding new sensations to her, evoking some experiences hat she thinks she never had this kind of before. It felt so strange and yet hauntingly familiar as if deep down the girl knows that she has already been there, already had watched the hundreds of sunsets in the past. The pink haired girl was thrilling with the realization of being a human and its luxury of getting used to the times like this, while her heart was pounding in her chest and wondering how this can become a normal for someone or if she will ever be able to normalize it one day.
"It is- I mean this is," Aelita stumbled over, when she could finally talk. "I have no idea there are so many colors like that." she trembled, trying to give meaning to her desire to cry. She didn't know until then that people's eyes form tears not just from sadness but also when they see something so beautiful.
Jeremy gave her a warm smile, watching the last sunbeams of the day flickering in her eyes and forming reddish halos on her sun bleached hair. He didn't bother himself to say something, the moment itself was already speaking for him and accomplishing his purpose of making Aelita happy.
"Watch out!" then he heard Ulrich's cry for warning from the distance but unfortunately it was too late to get away from a frisbee coming towards him at full speed.
Seconds later Jeremy was sitting on the ground, rubbing his head while Aelita was asking him if he is okay.
"Sorry Einstein!" called out Odd and took the blame, trying to stop himself from giggling.
"It is a miracle that you guys can take aim in Lyoko." Jeremy complained, still massaging his forehead.
"Yeah, that tells a lot about Odd's hit rake." laughed Ulrich at him.
"Hey!" his friend protested him by pretending to be offended. "First of all, without me-"
"Give it a rest." Yumi chuckled and stopped them. "Are you guys coming?" then she asked Jeremy and Aelita.
"Be right there." responded Aelita, took the frisbee from the ground and offered her hand to the boy while smiling at him.
Jeremy took her hand as he stood up and let her drag him to their friends where their chattering and Kiwi's excited barking filled the air with the little taste of joy.
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Rhythmic rail squeal blended with Jeremy's keyboard clicking was singing sweet lullabies to them while the minty smell of the meadow that they were passing by, was refreshing air of the compartment and making the pink haired girl shiver, but she likes it anyway. Street lamps of towns were twinkling at her from afar and she couldn't help but wonder how these people's day was going there.
Aelita glanced at her other three friends napping on each other across her. The boys' heads had fallen on Yumi's shoulders who was sitting in the middle, while their taller friend was slightly leaning on Ulrich. Kiwi's snoring coming from somewhere under the table, occasionally was drowning their slowed breathing. Maybe this is what peace looks like, she thought to herself, watching her loved ones sleep in quietness after a feverish day.
The boy next to her was still working on her antivirus, as if he hadn't done enough for her today. She wasn't sure how she could truly express her gratitude to him, so Aelita decided to keep it simple.
"Jeremy," she addressed him quietly, afraid to wake the others. "Thank you for this vacation. It was my best day on Earth." completed the girl with a soft smile.
The boy stopped typing out for a moment and turned his gaze away from his laptop to her. "So was mine." he responded, returning her smile.
As the unbearable weight of sleep was folding her in its arms, Aelita curled herself up on the seat and leaned against Jeremy. She drifted into sleep as the boy continued to work, listening to her breath slow down and blending into the others.
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