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Everyday pt.2

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13

a/n some kid kept begging for a pt 2 to me so I did, and still credits are all given to the real author ''every day'' by David Levithan

TW: drugs, profanities

Day 5995

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

I am not there. I am not in Minji’s bed, not in Minji’s body.

Today I am Huening Bahiyyih. I have slept through the alarm, and her mother is mad.

“Get up!” she yells, shaking my new body. “You have twenty minutes, and then Kai leaves!”

“Okay, Mom,” I groan.

“Mom! If your mother was here, I can’t imagine what she’d say!”

I quickly access Bahiyyih’s mind. Grandmother, then. Mom’s already left for work.

As I stand in the shower, trying to remind

myself I have to make it a quick one, I lose myself for a minute in thoughts of Hanni. I’m sure I dreamt of her. I wonder: If I started dreaming when I was in Minji’s body, did she continue the dream? Will she wake up thinking sweetly of her?

Or is that just another kind of dream on my part?

“Bahiyyih! Come on!”

I get out of the shower, dry off, and get dressed quickly. Bahiyyih is not, I can tell, a particularly popular girl. The few photos of friends she has around seem halfhearted, and her clothing choices are more like a sixteen-year-olds than a nineteen-year-old’s.

I head into the kitchen and the grandmother glares at me.

“Don’t forget your clarinet,” she warns.

“I won’t,” I mumble.

There’s a boy at the table giving me an evil look. Bahiyyih’s brother, I assume—and then confirm it. Kai. A senior. My ride to school.

I have gotten very used to the fact that most mornings in most homes are exactly the same. Stumbling out of the bed. Stumbling into the shower. Mumbling over the breakfast table. Or, if the parents are still asleep, the tiptoe out of the house. The only way to keep it interesting is to look for the variations.

This morning’s variation comes care of Kai, who lights up a joint the minute we get into the car. I’m assuming this is part of his morning routine, so I make sure Bahiyyih doesn’t seem as surprised as I am.

Still, Kai hazards a “Don’t say a word” about three minutes into the ride. I stare out the window. Two minutes later, he says, “Look, I don’t need your judgment, okay?” The joint is done by then; it doesn’t make him any mellower.

I prefer to be an only child. In the long term, I can see how siblings could be helpful in life—someone to share family secrets with, someone of your own generation who knows if your memories are right or not, someone who sees you at eight and eighteen and forty-eight all at once, and doesn’t mind. I understand that. But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.

Most of the abuse I have suffered in my admittedly unusual life has come from brothers and sisters, with older brothers and older sisters being, by and large, the worst offenders. At first I was naïve, and assumed that brothers and sisters were natural allies, instant companions.

And sometimes the context would allow this to happen—if we were on a family trip, for example, or if it was a lazy Sunday where teaming up with me was my sibling’s only form of entertainment. But on ordinary days, the rule is competition, not collaboration. There are times when I wonder whether brothers and sisters are, in fact, the ones who sense that something is off with whatever person I’m inhabiting, and move to take advantage.

When I was eight, an older sister told me we were going to run away together—then abandoned the “together” part when we got to the train station, leaving me to wander there for hours, too scared to ask for help—scared that she would find out and berate me for ending our game. As a boy, I’ve had brothers—both older and younger—wrestle me, hit me, kick me, bite me, shove me, and call me more names than I could ever catalog.

The best I can hope for is a quiet sibling. At first I have Kai pegged as one of those. In the car, it appears I am wrong. But then, once we get out at school, it appears I am right again. With other kids around, he retreats into invisibility, keeping his head down as he makes his way inside, leaving me completely behind. No goodbye, no have-a-nice-day. Just a quick glance to see that my door is closed before he locks the car.

“What are you looking at?” a voice asks from over my left shoulder as I watch him enter school alone.

I turn around and do some serious accessing.

Eunchae. Best friend since fourth grade.

“Just my brother.”

“Why? He’s such a waste of space.”

Here’s the strange thing: I am fine thinking the same words myself, but hearing them come out of Eunchae’s mouth makes me feel defensive.

“Come on,” I say.

“Come on? Are you kidding me?”

Now I think: She knows something I don’t. I decide to keep my mouth shut.

She seems relieved to change the subject.

“What did you do last night?” she asks.

Flashes of Hanni rise in my mind’s eye. I try to tamp them down, but they’re not that easy to contain. Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and wants to be every word you say.

“Not much,” I push on, not bothering to access Hanni. This answer always works, no matter what the question. “You?”

“You didn’t get my text?”

I mumble something about my phone dying.

“That explains why you haven’t asked me yet! Guess what. Kyujin IM’d me! We chatted for, like, almost an hour.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, isn’t it?” Eunchae sighs contentedly. “After all this time. I didn’t even know she knew my screen name. You didn’t tell her, did you?”

More accessing. This is the kind of question that can really trip a person up. Maybe not right away. But in the future. If Bahiyyih claims she wasn’t the one who told Kyujin, and Eunchae finds out she was, it could throw their friendship off balance. Or if Bahiyyij claims she was, and Eunchae finds out she wasn’t.

Kyujin is Kyujin Jang, a junior who Eunchae's had a crush on for at least three weeks. Bahiyyih doesn’t know her well, and I can’t find a memory of giving a screen name to her. I think it’s safe.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t.”

“Well, I guess she really had to work hard to find it,” she says. (Or, I think, she just saw it on your Facebook profile.)

I immediately feel guilty for my snarky thoughts. This is the hard part about having best friends that I feel no attachment to—I don’t give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

Eunchae is very excited about Kyujin, so I pretend to be very excited for her. It’s only after we separate for homeroom that I feel an emotion kicking at me, one I thought I had under control: jealousy. Although I am not articulating it to myself in so many words, I am feeling jealous that Eunchae can have Kyujin while I can never have Hanni.

Ridiculous, I chastise myself. You are being ridiculous.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

Third period is band class. I tell the teacher that I left my clarinet at home, even though it’s in my locker. Bahiyyih gets marked down and has to take the class as a study hall, but I don’t care.

I don’t know how to play the clarinet.

Word about Eunchae and Kyujin travels fast. All of our friends are talking about it, and mostly they’re pleased. I can’t tell, though, whether they’re pleased because it’s a perfect match or because now Eunchae will shut up about it.

When I see Kyujin at lunchtime, I am unsurprised by how unremarkable she is. People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be. It’s almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

Kyujin comes over at lunch to say hi, but she doesn’t stay to eat with us, even though we make room for her at our table. Eunchae doesn’t seem to notice this; she’s just giddy that she’s come by, that she didn’t dream the whole IM exchange, that chatting has escalated into speaking … and who knows what will happen next? As I suspected, Bahiyyih does not move in a fast crowd. These girls are thinking of kissing, not sex. The lips are the gates of their desire.

I want to run away again, to skip the second half of the day.

But it wouldn’t be right, without her.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that’s always the case. My life doesn’t add up to anything.

Except, for an afternoon, it did.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

Early sixth period, right after lunch, my brother is called down to the principal’s office.

At first I think I may have heard it wrong. But then I see other people in class looking at me, including Eunchae, who has pity in her eyes. So I must have heard it right.

I am not alarmed. I figure if it was something really bad, they would have called us both. Nobody in my family has died. Our house hasn’t burned down. It’s Kai’s business, not mine.

Eunchae sends me a note. What happened?

I send a shrug in her direction. How am I supposed to know?

I just hope I haven’t lost my ride home.

Sixth period ends. I gather my books and head to English class. The book is Beowulf, so I’m completely prepared. I’ve done this unit plenty of times.

I’m about ten steps away from the classroom when someone grabs me.

I turn, and there’s Kai.

Kai, bleeding.

“Shh,” he says. “Just come with me.”

“What happened?” I ask.

“Just shh, okay?”

He’s looking around like he’s being chased. I decide to go along. After all, this is more exciting than Beowulf.

We get to a supply closet. He motions me in.

“Are you kidding me?” I say.

“Bahiyyih.”

There’s no arguing. I follow him in. I find the light switch easily.

He’s breathing hard. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything.

“Tell me what happened,” I say.

“I think I might be in trouble.”

“Duh. I heard you called to the principal’s office. Why aren’t you down there?”

“I was down there. I mean, before the announcement. But then I … left.”

“You bolted from the principal’s office?”

“Yeah. Well, the waiting room. They went to check my locker. I’m sure of it.”

The blood is coming from a cut above his eye.

“Who hit you?” I ask.

“It doesn’t matter. Just shut up and listen to me, okay?”

“I’m listening, but you’re not saying anything!”

I don’t think Bahiyyih usually talks back to her older brother. But I don’t care. He isn’t really paying attention to me, anyway.

“They’re going to call home, okay? I need you to back me up.” He hands me his keys. “Just go home after school and see what the situation is. I’ll call you.”

Luckily, I know how to drive.

When I don’t argue, he takes it as acquiescence.

“Thanks,” he tells me.

“Are you going to the principal’s office now?” I ask him.

He leaves without an answer.

Eunchae has the news by the end of the day. Whether it’s the truth doesn’t really matter. It’s the news that’s going around, and she’s eager to report it to me.

“Your brother and Josh Wolf got into a fight out by the field, during lunch. They’re saying it had to do with drugs, and that your brother is a dealer or something. I mean, I knew he was into pot and everything, but I had no idea he dealt. He and Josh were dragged down to the principal’s office, but Kai decided to run. Can you believe it? They were paging him to come back. But I don’t think he did.”

“Who’d you hear it from?” I ask. She’s giddy with excitement.

“From Kyujin! She wasn’t out there, but some of the guys she hangs out with saw the fight and everything.”

I see now that the fact that Kyujin told her is the bigger news here. She’s not so selfish that she wants me to congratulate her, not with my brother in trouble. But it’s clear what her priority is.

“I’ve got to drive home,” I say.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Eunchae asks. “I don’t want you to have to walk in there alone.”

For a second, I’m tempted. But then I imagine her giving Kyujin the blow-by-blow account of what went down, and even if that’s not a fair assumption to make, it’s enough to make me realize I don’t want her there.

“It’s okay,” I say. “If anything, this is really going to make me look like the good daughter.”

Eunchae laughs, but more out of support than humor.

“Tell Kyujin I say hi,” I say playfully as I close my locker.

She laughs again. This time, out of happiness.

“Where is she?”

I haven’t even stepped through the kitchen door and the interrogation begins.

Bahiyyih’s mother, father, and grandmother are all there, and I don’t need to access her mind to know this is an unusual occurrence at three in the afternoon.

“I have no idea,” I say. I’m glad he didn’t tell me; this way, I don’t have to lie.

“What do you mean, you have no idea?” my father asks. He’s the lead inquisitor in this family.

“I mean, I have no idea. He gave me the keys to the car, but he wouldn’t tell me what was going on.”

“And you let him walk away?”

“I didn’t see any police chasing after him,” I say. Then I wonder if there are, in fact, police chasing after him.

My grandmother snorts in disgust.

“You always take his side,” my father intones. “But not this time. This time you are going to tell us everything.”

He doesn’t realize he’s just helped me. Now I know that Bahiyyih always takes Kai’s side. So my instinct is correct.

“You probably know more than I do,” I say.

“Why would your brother and Josh Wolf have a fight?” my mother asks, genuinely bewildered. “They’re such good friends!”

My mental image of Josh Wolf is of a ten-year-old, leading me to believe that at one point, my brother probably was good friends with Josh Wolf. But not anymore.

“Sit down,” my father commands, pointing to a kitchen chair.

I sit down.

“Now … where is he?”

“I genuinely don’t know.”

“She’s telling the truth,” my mother says. “I can tell when she’s lying.”

Even though I have way too many control issues to do drugs myself, I am starting to get a sense of why Kai likes to get stoned.

“Well, let me ask this, then,” my father continues. “Is your brother a drug dealer?”

This is a very good question. My instinct is no. But a lot depends on what happened on the field with Josh Wolf.

So I don’t answer. I just stare.

“Josh Wolf says the drugs in his jacket were sold to him by your brother,” my father prods. “Are you saying they weren’t?”

“Did they find any drugs on Kai?” I ask.

“No,” my mother answers.

“And in his locker? Didn’t they search his locker?”

My mother shakes her head.

“And in his room? Did you find any in his room?”

My mother actually looks surprised.

“I know you looked in his room,” I say.

“We haven’t found anything,” my father answers. “Yet. And we also need to take a look in that car. So if you will please give me the keys …”

I am hoping that Kai was smart enough to clear out the car. Either way, it’s not up to me. I hand over the keys.

Unbelievably, they’ve searched my room, too.

“I’m sorry,” my mother says from the hallway, tears in her eyes now. “He thought your brother might have hidden the drugs in here. Without you knowing.”

“It’s fine,” I say, more to get her out of the room than anything else. “I’m just going to clean up now.”

But I’m not quick enough. My phone rings. I hold it so my mom can’t see Kai’s name on the display.

“Hi, Eunchae,” I say.

Kai is at least smart enough to keep his voice down so it won’t be overheard.

“Are they mad?” he whispers.

I want to laugh. “What do you think?”

“That bad?”

“They’ve ransacked his room, but they haven’t found anything. They’re looking in his car now!”

“Don’t tell her that!” my mother says. “Get off the phone.”

“Sorry—Mom’s here, and not happy about me talking to you about this. Where are you? Are you at home? Can I call you back?”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, he really does have to come home eventually, doesn’t he?”

“Look … meet me in a half hour at the playground, okay?”

“I really have to go. But, yes, I’ll do that.”

I hang up. My mother is still looking at me.

“I’m not the one you’re mad at!” I remind her.

Poor Bahiyyih will have to clean up the mess in her room tomorrow morning—I can’t be bothered to figure out where everything goes. That would take too much accessing, and the priority is finding out which playground Kai means. There’s one at an elementary school about four blocks from the house. I assume that’s the place.

It’s not easy to sneak out of the house. I wait until the three of them return to Kai’s room to tear it apart again, then skulk out the back door. I know this is a risky maneuver—the minute they realize I’m gone, there will be hell to pay. But if Kai comes back with me, that’ll all be forgotten.

I know I should be focusing on the matter at hand, but I can’t help but think of Hanni. School’s now over for her, too. Is she hanging out with Minji? If so, is she treating her well? Did anything about yesterday rub off on her?

I hope, but never expect.

Kai’s nowhere to be found, so I head to the swings and hang in the air for a while. Eventually, he appears on the sidewalk and heads over to me.

“You always pick that swing,” he says, sitting down on the swing next to mine.

“I do?” I say.

“Yeah.”

I wait for him to say something else. He doesn’t.

“Kai,??? I finally say. “What happened?”

He shakes his head. He’s not going to tell me.

I stop swinging and plant my feet on the ground.

“This is stupid, Kai. You have five seconds to tell me what happened, or I’m going to head right back home, and you’ll be on your own for whatever happens next.”

Kai is surprised. “What do you want me to say? Josh Wolf gets me my pot. Today we got into a fight over it—he was saying I owed him, when I didn’t. He started pushing me around, so I pushed him back. And we got caught. He had the drugs, so he said I’d just dealt them to him. Real smooth. I said that was totally wrong, but he’s in all AP classes and everything, so who do you think they’re going to believe?”

He has definitely convinced himself it’s the truth. But whether it started out being the truth or not, I can’t tell.

“Well,” I say, “you have to come home. Dad’s trashed your room, but they haven’t found any drugs yet. And they didn’t find any in your locker, and I’m guessing they didn’t find any in the car, or I would’ve heard about it. So right now, it’s all okay.”

“I’m telling you, there aren’t any drugs. I used the weed up this morning. That’s why I needed more from Josh.”

“Josh, your former best friend.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t been friends with him since we were, like, eight.”

I am sensing that this was the last time Kai had a best friend.

“Let’s go,” I tell him. “It’s not the end of the world.”

“Easy for you to say.”

I am not expecting our father to hit Kai. But as soon as he sees him in the house, he decks him.

I think I am the only one who is truly stunned.

“What have you done?” my father is yelling. “What stupid, stupid thing have you done?”

Both my mother and I move to stand between them. Grandma just watches from the sidelines, looking mildly pleased.

“I haven’t done anything!” Kai protests.

“Is that why you ran away? Is that why you are being expelled? Because you haven’t done anything?”

“They won’t expel him until they hear his side of the story,” I point out, fairly sure this is true.

“Stay out of this!” my father warns.

“Why don’t we all sit down and talk this over?” my mother suggests.

The anger rises off my father like heat. I feel myself receding in a way that I’m guessing is not unusual for Bahiyyih when she’s with her family.

I become nostalgic for that first waking moment of the morning, back before I had any idea what ugliness the day would bring.

We sit down this time in the den. Or, rather, Kai, our mother, and I sit down—Kai and me on the couch, our mother in a nearby chair. Our father hovers over us. Our grandmother stays in the doorway as if she’s keeping a lookout.

“You are a drug dealer!” our father yells.

“I am not a drug dealer,” Kai answers. “For one, if I were a drug dealer, I’d have a lot more money. And I’d have a stash of drugs that you would’ve found by now!”

Kai, I think, needs to shut up.

“Josh Wolf was the drug dealer,” I volunteer. “Not Kai.”

“So what was your brother doing—buying from him?”

Maybe, I think, I’m the one who needs to shut up.

“Our fight had nothing to do with drugs,” Kai says. “They just found them on him afterward.”

“Then what were you and Josh fighting about?” our mother asks, as if the fact that these two boyhood chums fought is the most unbelievable thing that’s occurred.

“A girl,” Kai says. “We were fighting about a girl.”

I wonder if Kai thought this one out ahead of time, or whether it’s come to him spontaneously. Whatever the case, it’s probably the only thing he could have possibly said that would have made our parents momentarily … happy might be overstating it. But less angry. They don’t want their son to be buying or selling drugs, being bullied, or bullying anyone else. But fighting over a girl? Perfectly acceptable. Especially since I’m guessing, it’s not like Kai’s ever mentioned a girl to them before.

Kai sees he’s gained ground. He pushes further. “If she found out—oh God, she can’t find out. I know some girls like it when you fight over them, but she definitely doesn’t.”

Mom nods her approval.

“What’s her name?” Dad asks.

“Do I have to tell you?”

“Yes.”

“Yuna. Shin Yuna.”

Wow, he’s even made her Korean. Amazing.

“Do you know this girl?” Dad asks me.

“Yes,” I say. “She’s awesome.” Then I turn to Kai and shoot him fake daggers. “But Romeo over here never told me he was into her. Although now that he says it, it’s starting to make sense. He has been acting very weird lately.”

Mom nods again. “He has.”

Eyes bloodshot, I want to say. Eating a lot of Cheetos. Staring into space. Eating more Cheetos. It must be love. What else could it possibly be?

What was threatening to be an all-out war becomes a war council, with our parents strategizing what the principal can be told, especially about the running away. I hope for Kai’s sake that Shin Yuna is, in fact, a student at the high school, whether he has a crush on her or not. I can’t access any memory of her. If the name rings a bell, the bell’s in a vacuum.

Now that our father can see a way of saving face, he’s almost amiable. Kai’s big punishment is that he has to go clean up his room before dinner.

I can’t imagine I would have gotten the same reaction if I’d beaten up another girl over a boy.

I follow Kai up to his room. When we’re safely inside, door closed, no parents around, I tell him, “That was kinda brilliant.”

He looks at me with unconcealed annoyance and says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Get out of my room.”

This is why I prefer to be an only child.

I have a sense that Bahiyyih would let it go. So I should let it go. That’s the law I’ve set down for myself—don’t disrupt the life you’re living in. Leave it as close to the same as you can.

But I’m pissed. So I diverge a little from the law. I think, perversely, that Hanni would want me to. Even though she has no idea who Kai and Bahiyyih are. Or who I am.

“Look,” I say, “you lying little pothead bitch. You are going to be nice to me, okay? Not only because I am covering your butt, but because I am the one person in the world right now who is being decent to you. Is that understood?”

Shocked, and maybe a little contrite, Kai mumbles his assent.

“Good,” I say, knocking a few things off his shelves. “Now happy cleaning.”

Nobody talks at dinner.

I don’t think this is unusual.

I wait until everyone is asleep before I go on the computer. I retrieve Minji’s email and password from my own email, then log in as her.

There’s an email from Hanni, sent at 10:11 p.m.

M –

I just don’t understand. Was it something I did? Yesterday was so perfect, and today you are mad at me again. if it’s something I did, please tell me, and I’ll fix it. I want us to be together. I want all our days to end on a nice note. not like tonight.

with all my heart, h

I reel back in my seat. I want to hit reply, I want to reassure her that it will be better—but I can’t. You’re not her anymore, I have to remind myself. You’re not there.

And then I think: What have I done?

I hear Kai moving around in his room. Hiding evidence? Or is fear keeping him awake?

I wonder if he’ll be able to pull it off tomorrow.

I want to get back to her. I want to get back to yesterday.

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judgementdaysunshine · 3 months

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Old friends

Pairing: Adam Copeland x Fem reader

Description: Adam joins AEW leading to a reunion and intimate confession between you and him

Things have gone too far as you stand in front of Christian to protect Darby and Sting staring down each man tensing up ready for the impending chair shot but instead music blares throughout the arena. You turn around seeing Adam almost running out to jump in his arms but you yell when Nick grabs your arm shoving him away before adam was in front of you looking down when his hand grabs your wrist leaning towards you before whispering "Back away when I grab the chair and duck down" you squeeze his hand before slowly backing up and falling down as he lifts the chair back deciding to intervene and help by shoving christian in the corner and throwing nick out to the floor helping sting up as darby and adam shake hands grabbing a mic as you stand next to adam "I tried to be by your side Christian! I tried to set aside the problems and differences but now you went far and I have never chosen between the two of you but now...I choose Adam" you all walk backstage hugging sting before walking down the hall where adam was breaking down in his arms out of joy and sadness but this was just the start of where things would lead. So far things have gotten worse with the feud between the boys but the bond between you and adam grew despite that reminding you of the old days when the two of you were with WWE before you left in 2004 joining ECW then TNA before retiring deciding to come back when you got a call from sting saying he needed an ally in AEW and knew you weren't done with wrestling and you were so glad you did as you and adam share stories of being with WWE back in the day to MJF and Adam Cole walking away glued to the hip when adam says "If you didn't know the truth you would think they were a married couple" you turn a light red when adam intertwines your hands while standing outside away from everyone else as things for collision are being set up "I didn't just choose you because you're right about all of the problems" he looks at you as your hands shake at your sides trying to compose yourself and your racing heart "I also chose you because for so long I have loved you more than I could ever tell you" you place your hands on his sides leaning your head against his chest. He kisses the top of your head before lifting your face up "You mean much more to me for as long as I can remember" he presses his lips to yours which makes you putty as soft paused kisses are shared "I love you" the two of you smile sharing one last kiss both of laughing when you hear cheers from inside seeing max out of the corner of your eye walking in hand in hand only pointing at max saying "Thank you, but I'm gonna kill you if I find any pictures online".

#adam copeland x reader #aew #aew x reader #adam copeland

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captain-of-the-roses · 1 year

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Copper Queen, meet the Copper King

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False woke up in a pile of sand.

She wasn't sure if she was surprised by that or not, given the recent happenings. False forced her eyes open and stared up at the clear blue sky, the bright sun still high. At least that meant she hadn't been out long, or so she assumed.

Groaning, False pushed herself up and looked around herself. Apparently, it was not, in fact, a pile of sand. It was a desert. Wide and seemingly never ending, everywhere False looked was just more and more sandy hills. Vultures cawed overhead and she took that as her cue to get up and move.

Stumbling to her feet, she picked a direction -one that was, for some reason, drawing her in- and started to walk.

As she did so, she thought. The last thing she remembered was the shock that shook the world, the dozen or so names that had popped into the world chat, and a rush of adrenaline. And then, just as suddenly, she was here, alone in a desert.

False frowned and dug through her inventory and pockets hoping to find something. There was nothing in her inventory, not even any of the potions she always kept on her, but she did still have her communicator. Sighing in relief, she popped it open and read through it. The most recent was, obviously, the notification that she joined the game.

She paused quickly, glancing around her. Was this spawn? The group she knew decorated their spawn, yet the area around her was barren. And, by a quick scroll through the rest of the chat, this world was not. It was also filled with the group she had been… well, not friendly with. Acquainted with probably worked.

So, to review, False was in a desert with no memory on how she got there, not in the same world but with the same people, and had nothing to her name except her com.

Could it get any worse?

About an hour later, as she fought off the third pillager group she had run into, False learned to regret those words because yes, it could get worse. Much worse.

False ducked and rolled as a pillager took a swing at her. Sand went flying everywhere, including her eyes, and she had to waste precious few seconds to scrub at her eyes.

Hearing footsteps, False jumped to the side, catching herself with a hand to keep from plummeting into the sand again. She seemed to have jumped just in time as, in the spot she had been occupying, an axe was embedded in the sand.

False bit out a curse and lunged for the axe the same time the pillager did, wrestling with the mob to take the weapon into her own hands. Luckily, False's strength won and she got claim over the weapon.

With a swing, she chopped through the pillager's arm with surprising ease. The mob screamed and backed away, but its buddies rapidly approached in defense of it.

False quickly stood up, axe held tight in her hands, and growled at them. One of the braver ones -or, in her opinion, stupider- rushed forward with a snarl. False, raised the axe higher and charged in with a yell.

An arrow shot through the air. False skidded to a stop, watching as the arrow flew and struck the pillager in the forehead. Nothing moved for a moment. Then, the pillager fell to the ground, liveless, and exploded into dust. False took the risk and turned to try to spot whoever just saved her.

A few feet away, already notching another arrow, was a man who looked startlingly like the historian of the Ancient Capitol. Pixlriffs. Though, not quite.

False didn't get a chance to fully take in the stranger who looked like her… trading ally. Another pillager ran forward, the other two quickly followed. Strange Man shot arrow after arrow at the mobs as False ducked down and swiped at the pillagers' legs with her axe.

An arrow, one with clear hostile intent, shot an inch away from her cheek. False froze. Whipping around, False stared up at the outpost to see another pillager aiming its crossbow at her. She crouched down, ready to roll out of the way, when Strange Man saved her once again and killed the pillager with another perfectly aimed arrow.

Shoulders dropping and axe slipping out of her hands, False turned toward Strange Man and was only slightly surprised -mostly startled- to see him closing the distance between them, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. Another similarity to Pixlriffs besides his looks.

"Are you lost?" Strange Man asked with an easy smile. "Are you from Mythland or the Grimlands? You must be far from home, if that's the case."

Mythland? Grimlands? False furrowed her brow in confusion as she continued to stare at the awfully cheerful person before her. She knew she wasn't familiar with the other's empires, but surely she would've known their names.

Realizing she had yet to answer Strange Man, False forced a laugh and said, "Uh, no. I'm not from there, but, yes. I am very far from home. It would seem. I'm sorry- who are you?"

Strange Man's expression softened. He held out his hand and said, "I'm Pixlriffs, the Vigilkeeper." False was going to scream. "And who might you be?"

"I- um," forcing down the scream, False choked out, "False. I'm False. I think."

"Well, False. How about we get you out of this sun and something to eat?"

False, despite her general unease, readily agreed.

False sighed as she sat down on the centerpiece of the city, a sun hat keeping her shaded and a cold potion of strength held in her hands. Now that she was safe-ish and no longer running the risk of overheating, she had more time to think.

She took a sip of the potion and glanced over to where Strange-Pixlriffs was talking with a ginger man with dragon-like wings. This Pixlriffs acted the same, though was a bit less willing to bump shoulders like the Pixlriffs False knew. Something similar could be said about his looks; while his appearance was nearly identical, this Pixlriffs had less gray hair. Small differences, but noticeable.

This city, the one Pixlriffs had mentioned ruling over, was also certainly not the Ancient Capitol. Sure, it looked ancient, but it was bustling with people and music and life. A stark contrast to the empty Capitol which was silent save for occasional footsteps and bird calls.

It all put False on edge. Which, if she was being fair, wasn't that hard to do. Her point still stood.

Strange-Pixlriffs walked over to her, another potion in his hands. He handed it to her with a smile and a laugh, "You seem quite suspicious of me."

False's face lit up with an embarrassed blush. She had thought she had been subtle, but apparently not. Taking the offered potion, she cleared her throat and mumbled, "You remind me of someone I knew."

"Oh?" Strange-Pixl inquired. Instead of doing what she was, sitting on the candled centerpiece, he dropped to the ground.

"Yeah, he…" how much was False willing to share? This could all be one elaborate trap. It could be a dream or vivid hallucination. But, if the man wanted to hurt her, he would've done it already, right? False took a deep breath. "He looked like you. A little older, though."

Strange-Pixlriffs huffed, taking the two empty potion bottles from False, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"He's a historian. Doesn't quite fit, however. He brought back dodos, so necromancer is probably a better term. It fits considering he's trying to revive a dead city."

"Well that's exciting."

False nodded with a hint of a smile. For a reason she couldn't place, being able to talk freely with seemingly no possible reproductions loosened something. "He and a few of the others have helped me out at my place. It's not much, but I'm working on it. There still the issue of my iron farm-"

False may be stuck in some strange place with people who seem like her friends but aren't, but she felt inexplicably safe, and for now, until she could get back home, that was enough.

#thank you cougar38 on ao3 for helping me find the fanart by dailyfalse that inspired this. i owe you my life #pixlriffs #falsesymmetry #my fics #slowly gaining confidence in posting these look at that!#anyways them <3

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a story as endless as the ocean

the lightning thief

0.9 answering your mystical call

warnings : cussing, allie has a bit of a mental breakdown, she's also pretty cynical this whole chapter

word count : 5.6k

0.9 Cliff Richard's Devil Woman is Usually My Song, but This Time Its Warning Probably Should've Been Heeded

At that moment I could officially say I loved all of my friends. As soon as the trident faded they shook out of their collective stupors, circled around me, and led me away from the other campers. Each person had a hand on me, bringing my on-autopilot body through the woods.

I came back to myself as I felt my gag reflex kicking in. I pushed myself away from them and leaned against the nearest tree, throwing up the contents in my stomach. Luke walked over and held my hair back for me.

His earlier words about children of the Big Three gods being too powerful kept repeating themselves in my mind. I didn't know my own strength.

And that thought terrified me.

They took me to the infirmary, where we'd be able to stay together for the whole night, just in case something happened. I'd need to go there anyway, considering I couldn't stop hyperventilating, but my friends were amazing and I knew they wouldn't leave me alone.

I puked a few more times before midnight and finally felt like I couldn't anymore a few minutes before Chiron came to check on us. My heart hadn't stopped pounding, though, so I didn't really feel any better by the time he left.

I calmed down around one, thanks to the help of everyone. Once I had, everyone made sure to steer clear of the topic of my father. Instead, we talked about random things. I didn't want them staying up just for me, but they'd insisted. I was thankful for that, though, because there were a few moments where I wasn't thinking about my parentage and the danger my life created.

We'd all ended up passing out a little before four. I woke up right at 5, made sure everyone was okay, then tried to go back to sleep. The last thing I remember was curling up to Luke's side and then the nightmare hit me.

I was standing on the beach again, but this time it wasn't outside my beach house. There was a city behind me, but I couldn't decide which one it was. I thought Miami at first, but that didn't seem quite right.

The wind picked up and I found myself running across the sand. Trying to do what? I don't know. All I knew was I had to get there.

I didn't notice where I was running and when I looked up from my feet I saw two men fighting about a hundred yards away from me. When I say fighting, I don't mean like... a few punches and then done, like some of the fights that broke out during my time in high school. I mean all out wrestling; on the ground, punching, kicking. Whatever they could do, they did.

They stopped for a second, stood, and stared at each other before going back at it. They looked like TV wrestlers, but with beards and long hair. Both wore flowing Greek tunics, one lined with blue, the other with green. They grappled furiously with each other, wrestling, kicking and headbutting each other. Every time that they connected with each other, lightning flashed, the sky grew even darker, and the wind rose. Not to mention the waves from the sea grew and would completely cover my feet before retreating back.

I thought it was the large waves that made it much harder for me to run towards them, but then I realized it was because I was running in slow motion. Something was pulling me back every time I tried to run forward. I settled for yelling, instead.

"Stop! Stop fighting," I yelled as my feet dug helplessly in the sand. The force was getting stronger, I could feel myself getting pulled backward. I don't know how, but I knew I had to stop them. It was the only reason I was trying so hard to run.

Laughter sounded from somewhere beneath the earth, and a voice, ancient, powerful and full of evil, spoke. It just made me struggle even more.

"Come down, little heroine," the voice purred, making my blood turn cold from fear. "Come down!"

The sand split beneath me, opening up a crevice straight down into the center of the earth. I slipped and started to fall into the darkness.

I bolted upright and immediately surveyed my surroundings. I was still in the infirmary and everyone was still there. All asleep, so at least I didn't wake anyone up from my nightmare.

"You okay?"

Spoke too soon.

"Yeah," I replied, clearing my throat. "Yeah, just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about."

"Well, I am worried. You kinda scared m— us last night," Luke said, a look of concern covering his face. His blue eyes only proving that point even further. Seriously, who gave him the right to have such blue eyes? It should be illegal.

"The first day I was here, at least when I was fully conscious, you told me a child of Poseidon once killed over a hundred people with an earthquake. How do I know I won't do that?" I felt tears pool my eyes, but I refused to let them loose. I had to look away from Luke, though.

"Hey," he said gently. "Hey, look at me. You won't."

"How are you so sure? If I can do it, how will I learn how to control it? I don't have anyone to teach me and I barely trust myself."

"Allie, it's going to be fine. I promise. Stop focusing on the negatives."

"There aren't that many positives for me to focus on instead, Luke."

"Then don't think about it at all." He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his chest, laying me down once more.

A loud banging interrupted our moment and woke up most of the others. I guess it was pretty hard to be a light sleeper whenever you're a demigod. And whoever was knocking seemed really eager to talk to us.

"Oh, joy. Maybe it's someone coming to tell me I'm about to be executed because I'm alive," I commented bluntly.

Luke glared at me and got up to answer the door. Silena squinted her eyes at me, so to keep her from going all Aphrodite on me, I shook my head. What it was supposed to mean, I don't quite know, but apparently Silena did, because she relaxed.

"You're not gonna get executed, Angel," Luke said, speaking while still walking towards the door. Silena's eye squinting was back. "The gods love pretty faces too much to get rid of yours."

My jaw dropped and the squinting intensified.

Luke opened the door just in time for Grover's fist to smash into his face. I burst out laughing along with the others, my mood significantly improved by the scene.

"Ow! Grover, what in Tartarus?" Luke complained, holding his now bruising cheek. "Oh, thanks so much for your help, Allie," he added as I continued to chuckle, holding my sides.

I waved him off, regaining my breath with effort. "Don't worry about it," I choked out. He made a face, as Grover waved both his arms, struggling to catch his own breath as he did so.

"Allie needs," he gasped out. "Go to Big House. Now."

That did the trick. My smirk disappeared and I felt as if I was going to get sick again. Everyone's laughing ceased. Luke also tensed, his jaw tightening as he glanced back at me, offering his hand. I held onto it like a lifeline as we headed to the Big House.

It felt like everyone was staring at me as we passed. Annabeth was surrounded by several of her siblings, sneering at me as I hurried past. I kept my eye on the big house, but kept my chin in the air.

"Sea spawn," one of them muttered. I arched an eyebrow slightly.

"Oh, don't tell me they all suddenly hate me because of the Athena-Poseidon feud," I muttered to Luke after leaving earshot.

He answered as he frowned over his shoulder at them. I heard Malcolm telling them to cut it out and tried getting them to walk away.

"Don't ask me to explain the sense," Luke instructed me. "I've never seen the point in fighting our parents' arguments, but most do, unfortunately."

I scowled. "Great, that's just what I need," I sulked. He gave me a quick hug as we darted up the porch steps of the Big House.

Thunder rumbled as we rounded the corner. We all stopped to stare at the cloud creeping over our home in shock and dismay.

"How's that possible?" I asked tensely. "Katie told me that Camp has magic controlling its weather."

Luke licked his lips nervously. "The gods must be angry," he replied in a strained voice.

"Huh," I muttered sarcastically. "I wonder why." He gave me a forced smile.

I swallowed and dusted off my Nike shorts. I could see various campers huddled together and whispering. No doubt all of them had figured out the cause of the gods' anger. Not that it was hard to figure out in the first place.

"Well hurry up," Mr. D demanded grumpily, attracting our attention. "We haven't got all day you know."

We headed over to the table, and while Luke leaned against the railing with his arms crossed, the same way he had almost a week ago when I first woke up, and Grover pulled out a pack of cards to eat anxiously, I crossed my arms and stared at them. I raised my chin and took on the stubborn expression that had pissed my step-father off to no end. It would, no doubt, make Mr. D. feel the same way.

"What don't we have all day for?" I was sure I sounded very petulant, but I was too stressed to care.

Too fucking glam to give a damn, I thought, then actually listened to my predicament.

Chiron gave me a sympathetic smile, gesturing to the chair opposite him. I actually respected Chiron, so I felt the need to listen to what he was saying. With my pissed off expression, and crossed arms, I'm sure that I looked more like how people would expect me to act— a prima donna. I normally would've hated it— I despised the stereotypes that came with my career— but sometimes it helped. Sometimes.

Mr. D narrowed his purple eyes at me. "Don't expect me to go bowing to you just because old Barnacle Beard is your father," he warned me. The sky rumbled dangerously and he gave it a contemptuous look. "Blah, blah, blah," he grumbled. "If I had my way," Dionysus said, "I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this would be against my mission at this cursed camp: to keep you little brats safe from harm."

"Spontaneous combustion is a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron put in as I shifted vigilantly and Luke tensed.

"Nonsense," Dionysus scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "The girl wouldn't feel a thing. Nevertheless, I've agreed to restrain myself and now I'm thinking of turning you into a dolphin instead. Send you back to your father and still not have to worry about you."

"Mr. D—" Chiron warned.

"Oh, all right," Dionysus yielded. "There's one more option. But it's deadly foolish." Dionysus rose, and the invisible players' cards dropped to the table. "I'm off to Olympus for the emergency meeting. If the girl is still here when I get back, I'll turn her into an Atlantic bottlenose. Do you understand? And Astraea Jackson, if you're at all intelligent, you'll see that's a much more sensible choice than what Chiron feels you must do."

Dionysus picked up a playing card, twisted it, and it became a plastic rectangle. A credit card? No. A security pass. He snapped his fingers. He disappeared in the same way he had when he first talked to me, the smell of grapes lingered once again.

Chiron smiled at me, but he looked tired and strained. "Sit, boys, please."

They did, tension radiating from all of us. I leaned forward and rested my head on my hands.

Chiron laid his cards on the table, a winning hand he hadn't gotten to use. "Tell me, Allie," he said. "What did you make of the hellhound?"

I tilted my head, trying to remember how I felt. "I'm not sure. I know it scared me," I admitted frankly. "If you hadn't shot it, I'd be dead. And I know I would've died if Will and Luke hadn't put me further in the water."

"You'll meet worse, Allie. Far worse, before you're done."

Luke wrapped an arm protectively around my shoulders, and I was infinitely grateful for his support.

"... Done with what?"

"Your quest, of course. Will you accept it?"

I glanced to my sides at Grover, who was crossing his fingers, and Luke, who's expression had darkened exponentially. He looked like only his deep respect for Chiron was keeping him yelling at the top of his lungs. Luke had been the last person to go on a quest, according to Clarisse, Katie, Nessa, and Silena. Something had happened, earning him the scar that spun above his eyebrow to his cheekbone, but since they didn't know from what, I didn't, either.

"Uh." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, feeling sick again. "You haven't told me what it is yet."

Chiron grimaced. "Well, that's the hard part, the details."

Thunder rumbled across the valley. The storm clouds had now reached the edge of the beach. As far as I could see, the sky and the sea were boiling together.

"Poseidon and Zeus," I ventured warily. "They're fighting over something valuable... something's been stolen and they're fighting over it, aren't they?"

The others exchanged looks.

Chiron sat forward in his wheelchair, a grim look on his face, mixed with something I couldn't decipher. "How did you know that?"

My face turned red. I wished I hadn't opened my mouth. "The weather since Christmas has been... weird. Like the sea and the sky are... I don't know, fighting. Then I talked to Katie, and she'd overheard something about a theft. And..." I paused here, trying to figure out how best to say it. "I've also been having these dreams."

"I knew it!" Grover exclaimed. Luke cursed, shoving away from the table and starting to pace. I bit my lip in worry.

"Hush, satyr," Chiron ordered. "Luke, calm down."

"But it is her quest!" Grover's eyes were bright with excitement. "It must be!"

"It's too dangerous!" Luke countered, throwing his hands in the air. "She hasn't even been training for a week! She could get killed, I can't believe you two are even suggesting this. It's crazy."

Chiron gave them both a scolding look. "She's been training for many years, you forget. She's a talented girl who's had a special life. Only the Oracle can determine whether it is Allie's quest or not." Chiron stroked his bristly beard. "Nevertheless, Allie, you are correct. Your father and Zeus are having their worst quarrel in centuries. They are fighting over something valuable that was stolen. To be precise: a lightning bolt."

I laughed nervously. "I dearly hope you don't mean Zeus' lightning bolt," I said, hoping— but knowing— I was wrong.

"I mean exactly that," Chiron informed. "The whole two-foot-long cylinder of high-grade celestial bronze, capped on both ends with god-level explosives."

"Uh-huh." I felt weaker than I had in a while and more frightened than ever. I really didn't like where this talk of Zeus' missing lightning bolt and a quest was going. Nowhere good, at the very least.

"Zeus's master bolt," Chiron said, trying to get the point across. "The symbol of his power, from which all other lightning bolts are patterned. The first weapon made by the Cyclopes for the war against the Titans, the bolt that sheered the top off Mount Etna and hurled Kronos from his throne; the master bolt, which packs enough power to make mortal hydrogen bombs look like firecrackers."

"Right. And it's been stolen?"

"Yes," Chiron said.

"By who?"

"By whom," Chiron corrected. I gave him a look. "By you."

My temper flared. I wouldn't let my jaw drop, so I ended up clenching my teeth, making myself look more intimidating than I wanted. I'd seen myself in the mirror too many times while I was angry, so I didn't even have to see myself to know my face darkened.

"At least"— Chiron held up a hand to stop the defense that was on the tip of my tongue— "that's what Zeus thinks. During the winter solstice, at the last council of the gods, Zeus and Poseidon had an argument. The usual nonsense: 'Mother Rhea always liked you best', 'Air disasters are more spectacular than sea disasters,' et cetera. Afterward, Zeus realized his master bolt was missing, taken from the throne room under his very nose. He immediately blamed Poseidon. Now, a god cannot steal another god's symbol of power directly— that is forbidden by the most ancient of divine laws. But Zeus believes your father convinced a human hero to take it."

"And he assumes I'm the one he used?"

"Precisely, however—" Chiron raised a hand to keep me from interrupting— "Zeus has good reason to be suspicious. The forges of the Cyclopes are under the ocean, which gives Poseidon some influence over the makers of his brother's lightning. Zeus believes Poseidon has taken the master bolt and is now secretly having the Cyclopes build an arsenal of illegal copies, which might be used to topple Zeus from his throne. The only thing Zeus wasn't sure about was which hero Poseidon used to steal the bolt. Now Poseidon has openly claimed you as his daughter. You were in New York over the winter holidays. You could easily have snuck into Olympus. Zeus believes he has found his thief."

"First off," I said with an attitude, "I'm in New York 80% of the time. I was born there. I grew up there. That is where I live. That is, therefore, not proof. Second off, I actually wasn't even in New York at all during the Christmas Holidays."

Chiron raised his eyebrows. "Oh?"

"I've been filming scenes for a T.V. show I'm doing. We only finished filming a few weeks ago, and the director used my winter holiday as an excuse to keep me in front of the camera longer. Filming was in Philadelphia, a good two hours away from Manhattan, where I spent practically all of my holiday. I know for a fact I spent a majority of the day, and well into the night, of the winter solstice in front of a large camera and stage lights. Does Zeus know that? Furthermore, you should've known that, as I had to leave a day early to get to Philly and was a whole two days late coming back to school. My mom had to drive down to see me for Christmas."

He studied me for a moment and ultimately ignored the sass I gave him. "I suppose you're right. Perhaps Zeus is just paranoid. Though, Poseidon has tried to unseat Zeus before—"

"Not that that's my problem. But it was the golden net, right?" I guessed, thinking of the different stories I knew to figure out which was most likely. This seemed to be the best fit. "Poseidon and Hera and a few other gods trapped Zeus in one and wouldn't let him out until he promised to be a better ruler."

"Correct," Chiron said. "And Zeus has never trusted Poseidon since. Of course, Poseidon denies stealing the master bolt. He took great offense at the accusation. The two have been arguing back and forth for months, threatening war. And now, you've come along— the proverbial last straw."

"Oh, yes, because it's my fault I was born," I hissed bitterly. I glared darkly at the sky, cursing men in general but avoiding using Zeus' name so as not to be blasted into pieces. "Did he steal it?" I suddenly asked. "I mean, it doesn't seem likely. Why would he? And why now? But, I don't know, did he?"

Chiron sighed. "Most thinking observers would agree that thievery is not Poseidon's style. But the Sea God is too proud to try convincing Zeus of that. Zeus has demanded that Poseidon return the bolt by the summer solstice. That's June twenty-first, ten days from now. Poseidon wants an apology for being called a thief by the same date. I had hopes that diplomacy might prevail, that Hera or Demeter or Hestia would make the two brothers see sense. But your arrival has ignited Zeus's temper. Now neither god will back down. Unless someone intervenes, unless the master bolt is found and returned to Zeus before the solstice, there will be war. And do you know what a full-fledged war would look like, Allie?"

I took my best guess, not feeling the need to be dramatic. "The world in chaos. Nature at war with itself. Olympians forced to choose sides between Zeus and Poseidon. Destruction. Carnage. Millions dead. Western civilization turned into a battleground so big it will make the Trojan War look like a water-balloon fight. How close did I get?"

"Spot-on," Chiron said, not shocked in the slightest at my knowledge. He never was; he always assumed I knew the answer, so he had no reason to be. "And you, Astraea Jackson, would be the first to feel Zeus' wrath."

It started to rain. Volleyball players stopped their game and stared in stunned silence at the sky. Luke came over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders in solidarity.

I had brought this storm to Half-Blood Hill. Zeus was punishing the whole camp because of me. I had never been so angry. "So I have to find the damn bolt," I huffed. "And return it to Zeus."

"What better peace offering," Chiron said, "than to have the daughter of Poseidon return Zeus's property?"

"One minor problem," I pointed out. "I don't know where the damn thing is."

"I believe I know." Chiron's expression was grim. "Part of a prophecy I had years ago... well, some of the lines make sense to me now. But before I can say more, you must officially take up the quest. You must seek the counsel of the Oracle."

"Why can't you tell me where the bolt is beforehand?"

"Because if I did, you would be too afraid to accept the challenge."

I laughed, but it had no amusement behind it. "Fair enough."

"You agree then?"

I looked at Grover, who nodded encouragingly. Luke squeezed my shoulders in silent support. I squared my shoulders. I'd learned long ago that screaming about fairness did nothing.

"All right, fine," I said, flipping my braids back over my shoulders. "It's better than being turned into a dolphin."

"Then it's time you consulted the Oracle," Chiron said. "Go upstairs, Allie, to the attic. When you come back down, assuming you're still sane, we will talk more."

Very encouraging. And cheerful, too. Gotta love millennia-old centaurs.

Four flights up, the stairs ended under a green trapdoor.

I pulled the cord. The door swung down, and a wooden ladder clattered into place. The warm air from above smelled like mildew and rotten wood and something else... a smell I remembered from biology class. Reptiles. The smell of snakes.

I gave another of those dry, unamused laughs before climbing.

The attic was filled with Greek hero junk: armor stands covered in cobwebs; once-bright shields pitted with rust; old leather steamer trunks plastered with stickers saying ITHAKA, CIRCE'S ISLE, and LAND OF THE AMAZONS. One long table was stacked with glass jars filled with pickled things—severed hairy claws, huge yellow eyes, various other parts of monsters. A dusty mounted trophy on the wall looked like a giant snake's head, but with horns and a full set of shark's teeth. The plaque read, HYDRA HEAD #1, WOODSTOCK, N.Y., 1969. All this stuff would've made the Camp millions if it was sold on eBay to those Internet Freaks™.

By the window, sitting on a wooden tripod stool, was the most gruesome memento of all: a mummy. Not the wrapped-in-cloth kind, but a human female body shriveled to a husk. She wore a tie-dyed sundress, lots of beaded necklaces, and a headband over long black hair. The skin of her face was thin and leathery over her skull, and her eyes were glassy white slits, as if the real eyes had been replaced by marbles; she'd been dead a long time.

Looking at her sent chills up my back. And that was before she sat up on her stool and opened her mouth. A green mist poured from the mummy's mouth, coiling over the floor in thick tendrils, hissing like twenty thousand snakes. Inside my head, I heard a voice, slithering into one ear and coiling around my brain: I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach, seeker, and ask.

I grimaced at the ominous command, but I still obeyed.

The mummy wasn't alive. She was some kind of gruesome receptacle for something else, the power that was now swirling around me in the green mist. But its presence didn't feel evil, like my demonic math teacher Mrs. Dodds or the Minotaur. It felt more like the Three Fates I'd seen knitting the yarn outside the highway fruit stand: ancient, powerful, and definitely not human. But not particularly interested in killing me, either.

After debating the right way to say it, I gave up and asked the bluntest question that would still give me what I needed, "How do I find Zeus' bolt?"

The mist swirled more thickly, collecting right in front of me and around the table with the pickled monster-part jars. Suddenly there were four men sitting around the table, playing cards. Their faces became clearer. It was my ex-stepfather Gabe at a poker party with his buddies.

My fists clenched, though I knew this poker party couldn't be real. It was an illusion, made out of the mist.

Gabe turned toward me and spoke in the rasping voice of the Oracle: You shall go west, and face the god who has turned.

His buddy on the right looked up and said in the same voice: You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.

The guy on the left threw in two poker chips, then said: You shall be betrayed by one who calls you friend.

Finally, a guy I recognized dimly as Eddie, our old building super, delivered the worst line of all: And it shall begin, in the end.

The figures began to dissolve. At first, I was too stunned to say anything, but as the mist retreated, coiling into a huge green serpent and slithering back into the mouth of the mummy, I came back to my senses. I wanted to ask more questions, but something told me I wouldn't get them answered.

The tail of the mist snake disappeared into the mummy's mouth. She reclined back against the wall. Her mouth closed tight, as if it hadn't been opened in a hundred years. The attic was silent again, abandoned, nothing but a room full of mementos.

;

"Well?" Chiron asked me as soon as he saw my face reappear in the door.

Luke didn't say anything, but he offered me a glass of water. I accepted it gratefully. "She said I would retrieve what was stolen."

Grover sat forward, chewing excitedly on the remains of a Diet Coke can. "That's great!"

"What did the Oracle say exactly?" Chiron pressed. "This is important."

"You shall go west and face the god who has turned, and you will find what was stolen and see it safely returned."

"I knew it," Grover declared, looking gleeful. Easy for him, he wasn't responsible for saving the world before becoming an adult.

Chiron didn't look satisfied. "Anything else?"

I didn't want to tell him. Who would betray me? I didn't know, and I didn't want to hurt any of my friends by claiming that someone they cared for would be a traitor.

And the last line— the first thing that came to my mind was war. I'd fail to stop the war in the end? What kind of Oracle would send me on a quest and tell me, Oh, by the way, you'll fail? How could I confess that? How could I tell them it was all hopeless? I used my acting face. I could hide my darkest secrets just by using that face, so I knew it'd be hard for Chiron to pull more information out of me, no matter how good he was.

"No," I said, tilting my head to make it seem like I was thinking about the two lines. "That's all it said."

I knew he knew I was holding something back, but he didn't say anything. I'd managed to convince him, just enough.

"Very well, Allie. But know this: The Oracle's words often have double meanings. Don't dwell on them too much. The truth is not always clear until events come to pass."

"Okay," I agreed, anxious to change topics. "So where do I go? Who's this god in the west?"

"Ah, think, Allie," Chiron said. "If Zeus and Poseidon weaken each other in a war, who stands to gain?"

I thought for a moment and then chose the god he was most likely thinking of. "Hades?" I guessed. Personally, I didn't get it. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't feel like Hades was the type.

Chiron nodded and spoke, regaining my drifting attention. "The Lord of the Dead is the only possibility."

Fury and grief flashed over Luke's face and he clenched his fists tightly. Hades, I remembered, had been the one to send the horde of monsters that overwhelmed and killed Thalia on the hill six years ago. Luke probably despised the Lord of the Dead more than any other immortal.

A scrap of aluminum dribbled out of Grover's mouth. "Whoa, wait. Wh- what?"

"A Fury came after Allie," Chiron reminded him. "She watched her until she was sure of her identity, then tried to kill her. Furies obey only one lord: Hades."

"Yes, but— but Hades hates all heroes," Grover protested. "Especially if he has found out Allie is a daughter of Poseidon—"

"That still doesn't tell us how he got the Bolt in the first place," Luke added, his jaw tense. "He still needed a hero to steal it."

"A hellhound got into the forest," Chiron continued. "Those can only be summoned from the Fields of Punishment, and it had to be summoned by someone within the camp. Hades must have a spy here. He must suspect Poseidon will try to use Allie to clear his name. Hades would very much like to kill her before she can take on the quest."

"Great," I muttered. "That's two major gods who want to kill me."

"But a quest to..." Grover swallowed. "I mean, couldn't the master bolt be in someplace like Maine? Maine's very nice this time of year."

"Hades sent a minion to steal the master bolt," Chiron insisted. "He hid it in the Underworld, knowing full well that Zeus would blame Poseidon. I don't pretend to understand the Lord of the Dead's motives perfectly, or why he chose this time to start a war, but one thing is certain. Allie must go to the Underworld, find the master bolt, and reveal the truth."

"What if it isn't him though?" I asked.

Chiron looked patiently at me as I struggled to think. I had trouble putting my thoughts into words. I understood it, but I didn't think they would.

"He just doesn't... ugh." I hated words. "I can't just... you don't have any proof against Hades, do you? If you did, you'd have taken it to Zeus. What if your hunch is wrong, and Hades doesn't have it? There isn't time to search all of America, but guessing is just as bad! I'm not about to start World War III because of a guess!"

That rage from earlier was making its way back into my veins and it was all I could do to keep it from taking over.

"Allie, I know that this is far more pressure than you should have ever had to bear," Chiron told me gently. He reached out, grasping my hand as he spoke. "But I am not just choosing you for this quest because of your parentage, I'm choosing you because I have faith that you can succeed in this. You're strong, and a survivor. You can do this."

Curse him for knowing some of my past traumas that I'd promised myself I'd never let bring me down again.

"Going to the Underworld isn't just a hunch, Allie," Luke added, turning our hug into a side-embrace so he was still holding me while we faced the others. "We know that you'll find the Bolt in the west, so we just need to go in that direction. And it is we," he insisted firmly before I even had the chance to speak. "Go without me, and I'll sneak out after you. I'm helping, whether you like it or not, got it?" That was good because he was the first person I would've asked to go with me.

"And me too!" Grover declared, looking utterly terrified. "And it's not about the license. It's 'cause you're my friend, and I'm not letting you go into danger without me to help."

I smirked confidently. I had a team and Chiron knew it, if the smile on his face was anything to go by. It was genuine. He had complete faith in us. I squared my shoulders and tilted my chin up. The ultimate red-carpet look.

"When do we leave?"

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At this low percentage you shouldn't have the power to be able to do this no you probably do that's just about it now we want to see you roast today for what you did we want you in the fire I mean all of you idiots it's not fair he's trying to go to the bathroom and shower and it doesn't work your threatening his income I mean he's about to pop and these f****** almost died what are you going to do are you going to make me mad enough to kill you and she's getting up and eat doing her fake wrestling thing I could see him come up and he's kind of in a fighting stance and she backed off like a wimp I'm telling you that's exactly what happened and the a****** started his s*** and he started to choking his own tongue. And he is babbling and he wasn't coherent I just wanted to send to start getting out of control like they are and he said you're sitting here threatening me get out of here I'll call the cops and it is recorded and people checked already and if they try and do something they're going to get arrested and they say they're going to try and get in uniform and try and go over there they're trying it now so he's staying put so they can get arrested

Thor Freya

You don't have anything else to say really except we're going to do the work and get you guys and you're small and your teeny and make no deals you have no allies if I hear that b**** say that one more time I want to have brought up on real charges that Lily b**** and chase her out of here that's how she leaves I want to brought up on real charges he's been going around murdering Max I want that out I want it files out it takes me forever cancels to see if they'll confirm they get permission anyways so I'm going to do that this is ridiculous we can way too much pressure from everybody can't even take a poop out here and everybody in the f****** brother it's because of the s*** it's because of the water it's because of the rain it's because of the ships you put a new septic system if you're not powerful enough we're going to kill you all cuz you won't move

Hera

There's a huge science to this no no you got a lot of things we have to do when we have to take some effort here and a moment of time to concentrate on this these people are at him okay non-stop trying to kidnap him and he said they were going to do it and now they're here doing it so we have to pay attention to it Stan is trying it too. Looks like he's doping with garth. So Mac went after him and that's what happened. It's a nightmare there's a lot of people at us and there's a lot of people at him it's a nightmare here we need people so I'm moving them in he says the only one who's going to do it is me and that's what it is

Frank Castle Hardcastle

I've got a lot of work to do and I need support these people are distraction on purpose is only 3.5% of them it seems like a huge pile of idiot we need to go in there and get rid of tons of them so we have less distraction I don't know what the word is it for orders so I'm going to send them out if they don't get followed I'm going to have to start bringing people in and really we have to plow through some stuff you can't listen to these people you listen to these two they're full of s*** and he stopped listening so get out of here it was just going to sit there and blabble it's very obvious here but that's what they do too now he's got some stuff to get done but that was ridiculous these people should be charged right now and we do see him running up the charges and Stan should be commended for what he's doing and his sister is leaving she's going to Sarasota and they're yelling at him for calling her and she never said not to call her so this is repulsive stuff

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hoennislands · 5 months

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Soooo how’s the ppv?

#allie.txt #allie yells about wrestling #I’m hearing its….very bad

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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What Dreams Are Made Of

Pairing: Eddie Kingston x Fem Reader

Summary: The crush that the reader and Eddie share is quite obvious and Eddie spoils her already, never able to tell her no. During time at the pool, his positive attitude dracticaly changes, and the reader learns that it was because of his insecurities, letting hiim finally know that he is the man of her dreams...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by: No one (But I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count: 2127

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“Come on, Y/N! I’ve been wanting to swim all day!” Allie complained, but I shot back:

“Then go! I’ll be down in a bit!”

Quickly, I knocked on Eddie’s door. I had never had feelings for anyone like I did for Eddie. Just a few short months of talking had me head over heels and everything I did, I wanted to do with him.

“Hey-“ Eddie began, voice trailing off while his gaze found me in my bikini, hard to focus on anything else when I smiled brightly:

“I was going down to the pool since it’s really nice out. Come down with me!”

“But that means I have to get changed,” Eddie sighed, trying to make excuses, but he could never resist my puppy dog eyes or when I would beg, taking his hand and whining:

“Eddieeeee! We haven’t got to have any fun yet this week! Just come chill in the pool with me. Pleaseeeee!”

For a moment he wouldn’t budge, so I made even bigger puppy eyes, about crying, “Eddie! Come on!”

“Alright, baby girl,” He huffed, smiling, “Just let me get changed.”

I bounced with a squeal, loving that he never told me no, patiently waiting for him to come back.

“See? What’s so bad about a nice day out in the pool?” I smiled, stepping out into the bright sun, humming at the warmth it brought.

“Since you made me come out here,” Eddie began, acting as if he was going to say something, but instead, he pushed me in the pool!

Of course, he found it hysterical; Slicking my hair back, I had to take a few deep breaths, a burn in my nose from the unexpected plunge, but he gave me no time to recover, running and doing a cannonball right next to, a huge splash of water crashing down on to me.

“OH THAT’S IT!” I laughed, splashing him in the face then jumping on top of him, wrestling in the pool.

“What are you going to do!” He laughed, putting me in a bear hug, his grip too strong for me to break.

“Got damn it! Why are you so strong!” I groaned, trying to push down his arms to break it, pushing my chest into his face.

I squealed super loud when Eddie threw me up into the air, catching me in his arms perfectly. I caught some height, latching onto him when I came back down.

“Eddie, that’s not-“ I lectured, just to end up squealing and thrown up into the air again.

“I’m not going to drop you!” He laughed, doing it one last time.

It wasn’t as bad as the first time, laughing along when I landed back in his arms, not thinking of what I was saying when I smiled, “As if I wasn’t falling for you enough.”

“Falling for me?” He repeated, that bewitching smirk on his face, eyebrow cocking while I felt my cheeks getting hot, smiling shyly.

For a change, I was choking on my words. The crush that we shared was quite obvious but we rarely got direct like this.

“Eddie! Thought I’d never see you step out of your room!” Ethan yelled, excited while he headed over with Preston.

“You can thank me for that!” I laughed, Eddie rolling his eyes then throwing me up in the air again, nice enough to keep his hand on me, but also putting me under the water.

Ethan and Preston found it hilarious, joining in on our fight when I attacked Eddie again:

“You said you wouldn’t drop me! You liar!”

We spent a good bit of time goofing off in the pool, wrestling, jumping in. It was like being a kid, but after a bit, I needed a time out and sat on the edge of the pool. It was entertaining to watch the guys continue to fool around, Allie joining me and bringing a drink so we could have a chat.

“Get him, Ethan!” Allie cheered, watching Ethan and Eddie go at it.

“Ethan sucks! Come on, Eddie!” I cheered back, all of us cringing and laughing at Ethan getting a chop across the chest.

Ethan ate it quite well, being a show off and flexing his pecs, “Still got the tightest tits in the game!”

“I don’t know,” Allie contested, “Preston is pretty jacked!”

Preston just laughed at Allie’s comment, but flexed right next to Ethan.

“Well ladies, who’s better?” Ethan laughed, and what no one else noticed was Eddie slipping out of the pool and leaving.

My eyes followed along quickly, noticing the sour look on his face. Without a second thought, I got up and went back inside, ignoring Allie’s yelling:

“Hey, Y/N! Where you going?”

Eddie was my main priority, yelling when I caught up with him:

“Eddie! What’s wrong?!”

“Y/N, not now,” He huffed, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer, running and jumping on his back, “What the fuck?” He tried to act annoyed, but I could hear him trying not to laugh.

“We were just having fun and now, you’re storming off all pissed! Tell me what’s wrong!” I insisted, staying on his back while he came into his room, putting him in a loose sleeper, “Eddie! Don’t be this wa-ah!”

He let out his laughs this time while he threw me over his shoulder, making me plop onto the bed, almost rolling off, but I was able to catch myself.

“RUDE!” I whined, kneeling onto the bed, “Tell me what’s wrong or we’re fighting.”

“You don’t want to fight me,” He warned, trying not to budge.

“Did I do something wrong out there?” I guessed, becoming concerned because usually, it was easy to tell what Eddie was upset about if it happened in front of me.

“I just-“ Eddie huffed, holding his face, “I didn’t want to be out there anymore.”

Retracing the steps in my head, he left when Ethan and Preston started showing off and that’s when it clicked in my head.

“Because of the guys?” I assumed, the look in his eyes giving it away, so I tried to console him, “Eddie, you are-“

“No, I’m not,” He snapped, “So, don’t even try. I’m not hot. I’m so out of shape. Just don’t even t-“

There was no way I could sit and listen to him talk about himself this way, crawling over the bed and grabbing his face, pulling him in for a kiss.

I put my all into it, staying soft and tender, yet so fierce, biting at his lower lip when I whispered:

“You better stop talking bad about your sexy-ass self. Right now.”

Eddie was the type to lose control when he was deep in his feelings, hands reeling me in by the hips, then wrapping around me tight when I held his face, staring into his gorgeous eyes deeply, cooing:

“I think you’re truly something special. Just what my dreams are really made of. There’s no one like you around and I’m refuse to hear you spout that nonsense. I can’t even explain how crazy I am about you.”

“Y/N,” He whispered, looking away for a moment, so I just followed what my heart told me to do, whispering:

“As a matter of fact, I know how to explain.”

I let my kiss do all of the explaining, smiling more when I felt his smile against my lips, his hands squishing my thighs, sliding up to cup my ass, making me break out in goosebumps when he squeezed hard, finger tips creeping between my thighs.

“I can just take this off, you know,” I whispered, taking his hands and placing them on the sides where it kept my bikini bottoms tied while I untied my top.

His head fell with it, seeing the look in his eyes switch, snapping into a different mode, mouth full of my breast, hands ripping my bottoms off and tossing them, picking me up by the thighs and laying me back on the bed.

Everything was moving so fast, his kiss leaving my breast and up my neck, making me want to lose every bit of control with some bites at my neck, lips finding his again when I smirked, “Why am I the only one naked, hm?”

“You want something to see?” He snickered, pressing his hard-on into me, giving me something to be even more excited about.

“You got to see everything I got. Don’t leave me hanging,” I kissed one more time, propping myself up on my elbows to see Eddie stepping out of his trunks, unable to control the slight drop of my jaw.

“I don’t plan on waiting either,” Eddie smirked, kneeling between my legs.

My eyes closed softly with a hum, his dick so hot against my skin, getting coated with slick while nudging my clit, down my folds to meet my entrance.

“Don’t know how bad I’ve been wanting this pussy,” He smirked, watching me carefully while he pushed in slowly, having me gasping at the feeling of being stretched, wide and slow, but still smiling back:

“Oh, yeah?”

“You’re my baby girl,” He kissed, having me moan louder with a deeper thrust, giving me more length, “And this pussy is mine. About time I got it.”

“Get all you want from me, baby,” I whispered, reverting to moans that to make me shake, body not used to having something so big and thick, unable to focus on anything but the searing pleasure.

“I will,” He chuckled in my ear, nibbling on it, the tingle of the goosebumps making me whine along with the collision of his tip smacking my sweet spot, limbs latching around him on their own.

“Fuck,” I breathed quietly, gasping hard with a whine, a quick thrust from him bottoming me out, hips smacking off of mine. I never felt something so deep, a wave of heat instantly coming from me, “E-Eddie!"

I could tell by how his body shook for a moment, that he loved the feeling, a tight grip on my hips to keep me in place while he sat up, spreading my legs a little wider, stuffing me with as much as possible on every thrust.

“Let me feel that again, baby girl,” He cooed, working harder to get my orgasm back around, taking my shaking arm, pulling me up to him, holding me in his arms, kissing, “It’s so fucking tight and wet, baby. Damn.”

I squealed at firm spank on my ass, getting fired up from it, my second orgasm so close and it took Eddie off guard a little when I grew the strength to put him on his back, all of dick hard to take when sat down on all of it, riding hard and fast.

“Your dick’s just so damn good,” I whined, working through the jerks trying to stop my hips, bouncing and trying to keep my speed, orgasm even closer.

That put the brightest on his face, spanking my ass with both hands, holding onto the meaty sides of my hips, pushing down my bounces to thrust upward. It hit so deep that I almost collapsed with a scream, hands pressing down on his chest hard to keep myself up.

It instantly made my walls spasm, squeezing him so hard and the burn in me brought me to a few tears, but felt so good, hips crashing down hard into a rough thrust that sent my orgasm free, slicking him with wet heat.

“Come here, baby girl,” Eddie panted, arm wrapped around my head to kiss me, other hand keeping my hips pinned down, whining against his lips while my walls continue to spasm at the feeling of his dick throbbing hard.

I needed a moment to breath, body hot like I had been laying in the sun, whispering, “Oh my god, Eddie.”

“Was it too much?” He smirked proudly, “Should’ve known what to expect when you kissed me like that.”

“Too much?” I chuckled, meeting his gaze, “It makes me want so much more and if it only takes a kiss to fire you up, better expect a whole lot more from me.”

Eddie laughed along with me for a moment, but then I took the time to get serious, sitting up when I said, fighting the nervousness of my most heartfelt emotions:

“And I meant what I said, Eddie. You are the man of my dreams and I felt that you needed to know.”

It was cute seeing him getting a little blushy, his smile pure when he pulled me into a hug, tight and snug, loving every bit of it and his words just as meaningful:

“Looks like we’re both living our dreams then because you’re my baby girl and that’s not changing.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wrestling oneshot #aew #aew imagine #aew fic #aew smut #aew oneshot #eddie kingston #eddie kingston x reader #eddie kingston smut #eddie kingston imagine #eddie kingston fic #eddie kingston oneshot #read and enjoy

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Being from District 1 and being in the 75th Hunger Games with Finnick…

Finnick Odair x Male reader

Warnings: It’s the goddamn hunger games so people dying and lots of violence, talk about two people hooking up.

(A/N: This is based on the movie because i didn’t feel like re-reading the book before writing this)

Growing up in District 1 had it’s advantages because unlike most districts yours has a good relationship with the capital and you are illegally trained for the hunger games so you get an advantage.

…buuuut there is a disadvantage, you are taught the games are just that GAMES and ignore the parts where you might end up traumatised or worse dead.

And that is how you ended up in the games, you volunteered but mostly because you were taught that the games are a good thing and because your parents pressured you into it.

However you ended up winning but not without some mental scars.

You took your winnings and moved into the victors village but without your parents not ever wanting to speak to them again.

You lived peacefully for a while until you didn’t because the capitol decided that for the third quarter quell the tributes would be reaped from the victors of each district.

When you saw that you may or may not have had a nervous brakedown.

Then came the day of the reaping, you told yourself that you were not likely to be picked since District 1 had several other Male victors.

”As for the male tribute… Y/N L/N”

But then you were picked anyway… *cries*

So alongside Cashmere you headed for the Capitol in one of their fancy trains.

You had been allowed to chose your mentors, Cashmere had chosen her brother Gloss. You had picked Augustus Braun, Panem’s favorite son, (he was a character created for promo photos for the movies, the guy who ”plays” him is really hot). He had been your mentor during the year you won so he knew how to work with you and plus he is nice :).

When you arrived at the trainstation there were a huge crowd waiting for you. Augustus advised you to try to appear sad but still wave to the capitol citizens and treat them kindly so they might sympathize with the fact that your back in the games.

You met up with your prep team and they made you strip naked so that they could look you over and make you look presentable.

After they finished they got you into your outfit for the tribute parade.

(A/N: Your outfit is whatever the male version of this would look like)

You were walking towards the chariots for the parade when you heard a catcall whistle and you knew immediately who it was.

You turned around and were met with a almost naked Finnick Odair a familiar sight as you had hooked up the year before while being mentors for the tributes.

”Hello Finnick” you said in a voice implying that you were not in the mood for his flirting.

He caught the hint and the two of you had a normal conversation. You asked how Annie and Mags were doing as you were rather fond of both of them.

He said they were doing fine considering the cicumstances. The two of you talked for a while but eventually Finnick went to try to make Katniss Everdeen uncomfortable for fun.

You climbed in to the chariot and helped Cashmere get up as she was wearing 8 inch stilettos.

After the tribute parade you are escorted to the training center with the rest of your group.

The next day training began, you went directly for the throwing knives which was your preferred weapon.

Then you were approached by Peeta Mellark, last years winner, he asked you to show him how to throw knives. You agreed to show him and you gave him some tips and tricks that you used. He then showed you how to do some simple camouflage.

You liked Peeta he was the kind of person that was hard not to like, unlike his district partner.

You and Cashmere invited Katniss to the place where they showed you how to make hammocks and it was noticable that she was a bit suspicious to be talking to career tributes.

The training days passed by and you did well on your private session but now it was time for the interviews.

When you got out on the stage you threw your arms around Caesar Flickerman as if he was your lover, which in turn got you a ”Awww” from the audience.

You turned on the waterworks, you talked about how much you will miss the capitol citizens for treating you like family and that you regret not reconciling with your parents after a fight you had before you left and not getting to say goodbye to them. It was all lies though but it was enough to fool the audience.

The audience gave you a standing ovation while you joined Cashmere standing in a line above the stage.

The rest of the tributes gave their interviews (Johanna’s was your favorite) and then Peeta during his interview told Caesar that Katniss was pregnant and all hell broke lose.

That evening you were visited by Haymitch and he told you that Peeta had wanted you as an ally and about the rebellion and about their plan to get Katniss out of the arena.

You agreed to the plan.

Before you went in to the arena you said goodbye to your escort, prep team, stylist, Gloss and Augustus.

You also said goodbye Cashmere since you knew you were on different sides in the arena and you said a silent prayer that you wouldn’t have to be the one to kill her.

You were then taken aboard the hovercraft and flown to the arena. You were then escorted to the small elevator thing that takes you the podiums in the arena.

You stood in the elevator waiting anxiously for the game to start. You also realised that you didn’t know who your other allies would be other than Katniss and Peeta.

The podium then started rising until you were inside the arena. Your eyes were blinded by the sunlight and you looked around and saw that the podioum was surrounded by water.

You saw that there were rocky spokes connected to the island where the cornucopia was located.

Then you heard a voice saying ”Let the 75th Hunger Games begin, May the odds be ever in your favor” a voice started counting down from 10 and you prepared yourself to dive in.

A canon went of as the starting signal for the games and you dove right in to the water and swam to one of the rocky spokes and climbed up on it.

You saw someone else had climbed up on it behind you but didn’t care to find out who so you tried to run but they had roughly grabbed a hold of your arm and were trying to drag you back.

You turned around and saw the male tribute from district 9. Without thinking further about it you clenched your fist and punched him in the nose. He let go of you and you started running towards the cornucopia.

You looked around and realised that you were now at a disadvantage from only being held back for a few seconds.

You reached the cornucopia and tried to sneak around it to see who was there but Finnick suddenly appeared around the corner and pointed his trident at you for a second but brought it down as soon as you made eye contact.

”Come on” he said and led you to the weapons. You picked up vest with a bunch of throwing knives attached to it and put it on.

You had put it on just in time as the man from 9 had reached the cornucopia as well. His nose was bleeding from your punch. You got a knife from the vest took aim and threw a knife at his throat, you hit just as intended.

You got an extra leg holster with throwing knives and a regular knife incase needed for close combat.

Finnick told you to stay by the supplies to guard them with Katniss while he looks for Peeta. You nodded at him as he ran off.

Katniss and you stood guard for a while until Finnick returned saying Mags had found him. You and Katniss followed him as he led you out on one of the spokes leading out from the cornucopia.

You saw movement in the water as Peeta was wrestling with a tribute trying to drown him. Finnick dived in to help Peeta, you turned to the cornucopia to check so no one would sneak up behind you.

Soon enough Peeta and Finnick were out of the water and the 5 of you made your way in to the jungle.

You all ran through the difficult jungle terrain except Mags who was carried on Finnick’s back.

After getting far enough from the cornucopia you all kneeled down for a quick rest. You heard more canons going off meaning more people had died.

”I guess were not holding hands anymore” Finnick said with a quick laugh. ”You think that’s funny?” Katniss asked with obvious hostility in her voice. You made quick eye contact with Peeta basically saying ”Fuck, they are going to be fighting”.

”Every time that canon goes of it’s music to my ears, i don’t care about any of them” Finnick answered. ”Good to hear” Katniss said pulling out a machete from her quiver. ”Wanna face the career pack alone? What would Haymitch say?” Finnick asked teasingly.

”Haymitch isn’t here” Katniss stated and there was silence for a moment until Peeta said ”Let’s keep moving” and you all got up and continued moving through the jungle.

Peeta walked in front using the machete to cut plants and vines out of the way, Finnick was behind him carrying Mags, you were behind Finnick and Katniss was behind you.

You noticed Katniss stopping behind you as you turned to see if anything was wrong she yelled ”Peeta! NO!” and right behind you there was a bang and you were knocked to the ground by Peeta flying backwards.

You sat up and saw Katniss crawling over to Peeta repeating his name slowly as he lay motionless on the ground. You then heard her say in a panicy voice ”He’s not breathing”, Finnick ran over to him and started doing mouth to mouth resuscitation. You crawled over to see what was happening.

After a while he woke up again and you all started to move slowly but Katniss was now in the lead, she threw small rocks at the barrier so that you could navigate how close you were to it.

Katniss told the 4 of you to wait while she climbed up a tree to see your location and if she could find fresh water. When she got down she told you that you were on the edge of the arena and that she couldn’t find any water.

Finnick suggested that you should set up camp and sleep, he said he could take first watch to guard the others to which Katniss disagreed which in turn made Finnick upset since he literally saved Peeta.

Honestly you were tired of both of them so you rolled your eyes and walked away to find somewhere decent to sleep.

You found a spot close to Mags where you laid down and shut your eyes but that didn’t last long as you heard the anthem playing and you looked up and saw the faces of the fallen tributes.

When you saw the face of the man from district 9 you felt ashamed. You wondered if he had a lover or children at home who had to watch him bleed to death from a knife to the throat.

You turned around so you lay on your other side and your y/c/e met with Mags kind eyes and she gave you a small smile as if she had read you mind which you returned shyly.

(A/N: I had to stop a second just for some Mags appreciation because she’s one of my favorite characters in the hunger games universe.)

You closed your eyes again trying to sleep but you then heard something hit the ground you sat up and looked to Katniss and Finnick who had gone to inspect the noise.

It turned out to be a sponsor gift, you stood up and walked over to them. Katniss held a small silvery thing. ”What is it?” Finnick asked. ”It’s from Haymitch…… I think it’s a spile” Katniss answered.

”A what?” Both you and Finnick asked as Katniss stood up and found a tree and started banging on the spile with a rock hitting it in to the tree.

You all waited for a moment but soon water started trickling down from the spile. Katniss caught some in her mouth and told the others to get some, first Peeta got some, then Finnick and the you.

You were on you knees infront of the spile, you got a mouthful of water. Finnick walked up beside you with a small smile and said ”As much as i like seeing you on your knees, can you move over a little? I need some more water for Mags”. You laughed a little and moved aside.

”Seems like someone has gotten his wittiness back” you said and Finnick gave a small laugh and started filling a leaf he had shaped like a bowl for Mags.

After that you went to your previous resting place and laid down to sleep again. You were woken up at some point by what sounded like a gong and the sound of lightning but you managed to get back to sleep.

You were woken up by the sound of Katniss screaming, you quickly got up and pulled out your close combat knife. You saw no one but Katniss, she was laying on the ground whimpering and there was a closing in behind her.

”Run! Run! The fog is poisonus” she yelled you helped Mags get up as Finnick crouched down to get her up on his back. When she was safely up you started running following Katniss and Peeta.

You passed Katniss and Peeta as being quick was sort of your specialty.

It was hard to know where to go as almost everywhere you turned the fog seemed to be coming closer. You heard falling behind you and saw that Katniss had fallen over but Peeta had helped her up. Then a little bit after that Peeta fell over and Katniss helped him up, you turned around to come to their aid but you heard Finnick screaming and saw him falling over.

You ran to Finnick to help him get up but by the time you got there he was already up and he had gotten Mags back up on his back. You grabbed him by the arm and helped him away from the fog. You and Finnick saw that Peeta had fallen over once again from exposure to the fog.

You and Finnick ran to him and Katniss. ”I can’t carry him, Peeta please” she said with tear stained eyes. You tried to help carry Peeta but it was no use you weren’t strong enough.

Behind you heard Finnick saying ”Mags? Mags?” You turned around and saw Mags walking right into the fog (like the boss she is).

(R.I.P Queen, both the actress and character)

”MAGS!” Finnick screamed and the came the sound of canon. You grabbed Finnick by the arm and Katniss told him that we need to leave.

Finnick helped pick up Peeta as you picked up Peeta’s machete and started cutting away plants that were in the way. The others staggerd away from the fog, you ran to Katniss side to try help her keep up.

You feel the fog touching you back as immense pain shoot through you whole body and then the 4 of you fell… not because the fog though but because there was a huge drop that you hadn’t noticed.

When you land you just lay on the ground twitching and flinching from the pain.

After a while you hear Katniss saying ”The water, the water helps”. You tried to get up but you body was like on lockdown. You hear them helping Finnick into the water, Finnick tries to let out a scream but gets water in his mouth.

Peeta comes to you and drags you up into a sitting positon saying ”Come on” as if he’s talking to a child but it was strangely comforting. He then pulls you into the pond making you let out a scream from a sudden sharp pain but the pain slowly starts to fade away.

The group takes a little brake now to rest and you can’t help but to whisper a little ”thank you” to Mags.

You then hear Katniss saying to Finnick ”I’m sorry about Mags”. Finnick answered by saying ”She was never gonna make it….so”.

Finnick then turned his attention to something behind Katniss, you turned around and saw some sort of monkey like creature staring at you, whatever they were they didn’t look friendly so you pulled out your combat knife in one hand and a throwing one in the other.

All 4 of you stood in the little pond surrounded by the mutts, you were all waiting for one to attack. ”Get to the beach” Katniss said and turned towards a path that lead towards the cornucopia but the mutts started looking more aggressive.

One tried to jump at Katniss but was cut down by Peeta which made more start to attack.

You weren’t really that well equipped to deal with animals but you tried your best. A mutt tried to jump at you but you kicked it in the face and threw a knife at it.

Another one ran towards you so threw a knife at it’s arm making it shriek in pain and you ran over and stabbed it with the combat knife.

”We need to get to the beach” Peeta said as he and Katniss started moving in the beaches directon, you started following him and Katniss and made sure Finnick was keeping up.

You made you way through the difficult terrain while trying to avoid the mutts. You did your best to hit then with your knives but the didn’t pack enough of a punch to kill them unless they were hit in sensitive areas.

You were tackled by a mutt which made you fall to the ground. It crawled onto you about to maul your face off but you stabbed it in the stomach and twisted the knife.

You threw it’s dead body off of you and got up, you saw Katniss and Peeta carrying someones body to the beach, you turned your head back and saw Finnick fending of the mutts. Your mind raced for a second if Finnick is there and Peeta and Katniss are fine the who’s body was that.

You ran over to Finnick who was slowly making his way to the beach backwards with the mutts following him, only held back by his trident. You stood by his side swinging your blade at any mutt that comes to near you two.

Finnick then whispered to you ”At my signal grab my hand”, you nodded.

”Now” he said and you grabbed his hand and the two of you started sprinting towards the beach while the mutts chased yoy, when you got near enough you and Finnick dove on to the beach sand.

You and Finnick quickly got up and pointed your weapons at the mutts that where now on the edge of the jungle where the beach began. You then heard a canon going off and the mutts then started making their way into the jungle once more.

You put you knife in the holster at your leg and then turned to Finnick. You threw your arms around him in a hug, Finnick put his big arms around and you leaned you head against the older males shoulder.

It was hard putting a label on yours and Finnick’s relationship. You had met during part of your victory tour in district 4, you were attending a dinner in your honor.

You had excused yourself to go to the public bathroom during the dinner. You had no need to actually use the bathroom. You just needed to get away from the people who had celebrated the fact that you had killed people.

You started having a bit of a nervous breakdown in the bathroom, you were crying, splashing water in your face trying to calm down but you felt like you needed to scream.

One of the toilet stalls had opened and Finnick steped out. He went to the sink to wash his hands and while doing so he noticed your red eyes and trembling hands and he asked if you were okay.

And you spilled everything to him and told him how you were feeling, he put an arm around you, he told you he somtimes felt like that as well and told you how he usually copes with it.

He had told you that if you didn’t want to finish the dinner he could go out and tell everyone you weren’t feeling well and have you escorted back to the train.

But you said you wanted to try to get through the dinner as long as he was there to help you. He agreed to be there with you and you managed to get through the whole thing.

After that Finnick was basically your bestie and you guys would come to each other for emotional support.

And last year during the 74th hunger games while you both were in the capitol, you had been hanging out at his apartment the capitol give the victors while they visit for the games.

While hanging out things got a bit steamy between the two of you and you ended up hooking up, the day after the two of you kinda acted like it never happened and things got a bit awkward between you and him.

But being back in to the arena had stirred up feelings for him you had buried. While in the arena most people will latch onto whatever makes them feel safe and Finnick made you feel safe.

You finally let go of Finnick and you noticed a hover craft picking up the body Peeta and Katniss had taken in to the water. Finnick told you he was gonna go try to catch some fish food, you nodded at this and walked over to Katniss and Peeta.

”Who body was it they picked up?” you asked. ”The female morphling” Peeta answered in a saddend voice. You sat down in the sand, the 4 of you had almost died 3 times (+ 1 for Peeta) in less than 24 hours and it was exhausting.

Finnick had managed to catch a fish and found some oysters that you were now eating. Peeta found a pearl and gave it to Katniss.

You then heard a scream coming from the jungle, ”That’s new” Peeta said and you heard a thundering noise.

Out of the jungle came a huge wave of water and you heard a canon going off. The wave was so big it washed up on the beach.

You then saw a hover craft lifting away the body.

After it had flown away you heard Katniss say ”Someone is hear”. You immediately looked in the direction Katniss had been looking and saw another tribute on the beach and two other tributes emerging from the jungle, you backed up slowly.

”Johanna?” Finnick whispered and ran out of hiding towards Johanna shouting her name, ”Finnick!” she yelled back and the two embraced each other. You made your way towards them and waved Johanna.

Johanna told the 4 of you how she, Wiress, Beetee and Blight, her district partner, had been wandering the jungle when it had started raining blood on them to the point where they could barely see and were choking on it. Then blight had hit the forcefield and passed away.

Wiress was stumbling around murmering the words ”Tick-tock” to herself, Wiress tried to get Johanna’s attention but she ignored her.

”What’s wrong with her?” Katniss asked referring to Wiress. ”She’s in shock, dehydration isn’t helping” Beetee answered and the asked ”You have fresh water?”

”We can get some” Katniss answered as Johanna had started getting fed up with Wiress saying ”Tick-Tock” to her. ”Listen stop it!” Johanna said loudly while grabbing a hold of Wiress.

”Hey! Get of her” Katniss yelled as Wiress fell to the ground. Katniss stromed passed you and started fighting with Johanna. ”Hey!, what are you doing” Johanna asked as Katniss got up in her face but before things could escalate Peeta and Finnick had pulled them apart.

You got the spile and hit it in to a tree so that the others could get freshwater. You took a big leaf and shaped it like a bowl and got some water for Beetee who was working with some sort of wire. Katniss and Wiress then came excitedly and said that the arena was a clock with different obstacles every hour.

You all decided to go to the cornucopia to stock up on weapons, you had decided to get something more lethal than just knives just in case something comes up.

Katniss was trying to go through what happens during every hour that we know off. When you arrived at the Cornucopia you refilled your knife supply and picked up a nice sword. The others were drawing up a map of the zones and the drew the threats we knew about tsunami, lightning, blood rain, fog and mutts.

Then came a loud gasp from Wiress who was being stabbed in the back by the male tribute from district 10 (you know since your here instaed of Gloss). Katniss was quick to shoot an arrow hitting him right in the chest killing him almost instantly.

Another figure had appeared it was Cashmere she had a knife in her hand. She was on her way to attack Katniss but Johanna pushed her out of the way and plunged her axe right in Cashmere’s chest.

Right as she hit the ground there came clang of metal against metal and you saw Brutus attacking Finnick and Peeta. Enobaria then suddenly appears and throws a knife at Finnick cutting his arm. You quickly draw a knife throwing at Enobaria cutting her shoulder.

Enobaria and Brutus start running away from the cornucopia. You, Katniss and Johanna run to follow them but as you do the island the cornucopia is located on starts spining and you all fall to the ground.

You take out a knife in one hand and stab it in to the ground to try to keep you from sliding of the island, you manage to get a good grip with your hand as well.

You hear struggling behind you and see Johanna struggling to keep a hold of Katniss’ hand, she lost her grip and Katniss fell into the raging water.

The island then stopped spining and Katniss climbed up on one of the spokes and started coughing up water. Johanna and Peeta checked that she was okay.

She was fine and your group left the island and went back to the beach, you all sat down on the beach to stratergize. Other than the group there was 3 people left in the games Chaff, Brutus and Enobaria.

They were all outnumbred so they probably won’t try to attack us. Johanna suggested that we hunt them down but then you heard a scream ”Ahhh!!! Katniss,Help me!!!” which made Katniss scream in return ”Prim!!! Prim!!!” as she ran into the jungle.

You all ran to follow her Finnick was in front you were right behind him but then you hit something almost like when you run in to a glass door, it was an invisible forcefield. ”Y/n!Are you okay?” You heard Peeta saying as you sat up.

”Yeah” you said as he helped you up. You tried to touch the forcefield, it was as solid as a brick wall. Soon Katniss and Finnick came running back with a bunch of birds following them but they couldn’t get through the forcefield and were stuck on the other side.

You had to wait an hour until the birds flow away and the forcefield disappeared. You ran over to Finnick to check on him. ”Are you okay? You asked putting a hand on his shoulder. ”Yeah, i’m fine” he said weakly.

You the heard Johanna say something about ”Riots in the damn capitol” she then yelled ”Hey! How does that sound Snow! What if we.. What if we set your backyard on fire?! You know you can’t put everybody in here!!!”. You were all looking at Johanna speechless at her open disrespect of President Snow.

”What?… they can’t hurt me, there’s no one left that i love” Johanna said and walked away to get Katniss some water. That left you feeling bad for Johanna, sure she may be a bit rude at times but she’s nowhere near as bad as some people make her out to be.

You helped Finnick stand up and your group made their way back to the beach once more. Finnick went and sat down in the shallow part of the water. You were torn whether you should go to him or not, maybe he wanted to be alone.

But then you remembered how he had been there for you during your victory tour, so you went out into the water and sat down beside him. ”Did you hear her?” You asked referring to Annie.

Finnick gave you a small nod. You didn’t know what more to say, but you didn’t need to cause Finnick started speaking ”I also heard you”. You gave him a questioning look ”Really?”

”Yeah, even though in knew you were there right infront of me, it was still torture to have to hear you screaming my name for help, I had to open my eyes just to check that you were okay” Finnick said turning his attention from the water to you. You grabbed his hand gently and said ”I’m okay, thanks to you”. You and Finnick’s heads were leaning close to eachother but then came a shout ”Finnick!” ”Y/n” it was Johanna she waved for you to come over.

You and Finnick got up and walked over to the others and the group made a plan to use the wire Beetee had gotten to hopefully electrecute the careers.

A few hours went by and the sun started to go down. You were sitting in the wet sand watching Finnick swinging around his trident lightly. Then you heard the noise of something hitting the ground near you, you turned around.

A little bit inside the jungle you saw a silver capsule, you went into the junge and got it. You opened it and knew immediately what it was. You turned to the others and yelled at them to come over. You showed them that you had gotten bread from district 1.

You gave everyone their fair share of the bread, ”District 1 is known for using cinnamon and huckleberries in their bread” you informed them though the only one who actually seemed to care what your district used in their bread was Peeta.

Then it was time to leave to go to the lightning tree and once again you were making your way through the thick jungle terrain.

Then you heard the anthem playing and you looked up in the sky to see the pictures of the fallen tributes. You felt a bit sad when you saw Cashmere up there and realised even if you got out of the arena Gloss would kill you.

But it felt worse seeing Wiress and Mags up there. They had both been very kind people and they shouldn’t have been in here in the first place. You felt something inside you almost as if it was catching fire (A/N:😉) a new hatred for the capitol.

You continued moving until you reached the lightning tree and Beetee started doing his thing and wrapping the tree with the bronze colored wire. He then told you, Katniss and Johanna to go with the spool of wire to the beach, throw it into the water and go to the tree in the 2 o’clock sector.

”I’m gonna go with them as a guard” Peeta said probably not wanting to leave Katniss. ”Nonono, your staying here to protect me… and the tree”. Beetee opposed. ”No i need to go with her” Peeta said stubbornly.

”There are two careers out there, i need two guards” Beetee said. ”Finnick can protect just fine on his own” Peeta said and you and Finnick gave eachother a knowing look. Then Katniss butted in saying ”Yeah, why can’t Finnick, Y/n and Johanna stay with you and Peet and I will take the chord”.

”You all agreed to keep me alive till midnight, correct?” Beetee asked in a annoyed tone. ”It’s his plan we all agreed to it” Johanna said clearly starting to get annoyed as well. ”Is there a problem here?” Finnick asked. ”Excellent question” Beetee said as you were all staring down Peeta and Katniss.

”No, there’s no problem” Katniss said in a defeated manner and walked over to Peeta and gave him a kiss. After they finished you said ”Good idea” and walked over to Finnick and kissed him, you could feel him kiss back and put his arms around your waist.

After you pulled away you said with a weak smile ”You know just incase we never see eachother again”. ”Alright, let’s go” Johanna said. You walked over to her and put an arm around her shoulder saying jokingly ”Incase your feeling left out i can give you a quick kiss too”, Johanna only rolled her eyes but let out a small chuckle.

You, Johanna and Katniss made your way to the beach once more the same way you came. After a while of walking Johanna said ”Come on, i wanna put as much distance between me and this beach as possible, frying is not how i wanna go” but then came another sound from the spool it had stopped putting out wire.

”There’s something…” Katniss said and looked in the direction the wire came from but saw nothing then something pulled the wire and cut it off. Katniss immediately threw aside the spool and pulled out an arrow but Johanna grabbed the spool and hit her over the head with it.

You were kinda lost on what to do but Johanna got you to kneel down beside her and took your combat knife and started cutting up Katniss’ arm open, then it dawned on you the arm with the tracker, the plan to get Katniss out was set into motion.

You grabbed Katniss arm so that she wouldn’t try to fight it, Johanna smeared blood on Katniss’ throat to make her look like she was dying. ”Stay down” she whispered to Katniss and sat up and threw her axe against Brutus and Enobaria who were on their way. ”Come on” Johanna said to you and you followed her as you ran with careers chasing you.

It was hard to keep up with Johanna in this terrain. You then felt a sudden sharp pain in your side and saw that you had gotten a cut that was now bleeding, you guessed that Enobaria must have thrown a knife. You looked up to see where Johanna had gone but she must not have noticed you slowing down because you couldn’t see her.

You turned around and saw that only Enobaria was on your trail now. You drew your sword just in time to deflect another knife coming your way, she drew her sword as well.

The sound of clashing swords came as she made a slash at you which you blocked. You went back and forward with her for a while slashing, stabbing, cutting but neither managed to kill the other.

Enobaria then made stab at your hand cutting it open so that blood started spilling out, you tried to fight with one hand but she easily disarmed you. You turned around and started running since there wasn’t much else you could do.

You managed to put some fair distance between you and her, not enough to get rid of her but enough so you could draw a knife and throw it at the hand she kept her sword in which caused her to drop it but that didn’t stop her as she drew a knife from her vest.

You did the same bracing yourself for her. The two of you pounced at eachother like tigers, colliding in the air and laying on the ground wrestling for dominance, she had gotten on top of you and tried to stab you but you grabbed the hand she kept her knife in and used your other hand to grab her hair.

You pulled it with all your strength and managed to roll over so that you were on top of her, you held her down and punched her across the face. She still managed to grab you and roll you over so she was on top of you again and she the showed you her fang like teeth.

She was starting to lean down probably about to rip your throat out with her bare teeth but something had distracted her, you seized your moment and noticed you were right beside a steep slope. So with all the power in your body you grabbed a hold of her and threw her off of you and down the slope.

You got up quickly and looked at what had distracted her and saw that it was a blue glowing wire pointing right up into the sky or what used to be the sky but was now just a gray dome.

Your brain put some kind of scenario together that this was part of the plan so you started making you way towards the source of the glowing wire but it was hard you were still bleeding and you were exhausted from your fight with Enobaria.

You staggerd towards the lightning tree but your body couldn’t take anymore and you collapsed, you looked up at the gray dome and saw that it was starting to fall apart. That made you smile and you thought to yourself ”Thank you, Mockingjay” and then it faded to black.

(A/N: Don’t worry you didn’t die at the end, but please give this a like or reblog it took like a lot of time write and i really tried my best, there might be some grammatical errors in there but deal with it)

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But You Like That part 3 (final part)

SMUT. smutty smut. as with the previous parts, again i do not condone legitimately abusive relationships. this is about 2 people *consensually* getting off to their extremes - BDSM-y, so beware. body writing kink, daddy kink, degradation, smacking… i think that’s all. enjoy!

“Get on the bed,” he demands.

“Vinnie -“

He cuts her off by smacking her cheek and gripping her chin hard. His face inches toward hers until they’re almost nose to nose. “I said get on the fucking bed, y/n.”

She pushes his hand away in a huff and lays on the bed, propping her back against the headboard with her arms crossed.

“So sorry I came, like that’s the worst thing in the world,” she smarts off to him.

He chuckles in response to her and walks over to the desk in the corner of the room, grabbing a black permanent marker. “It’s not that you came, it’s that you came without permission and then lied to me.”

“Oh please, like -“

“Enough! God, just shut the hell up for once in your life,” his voice booms around the room. “Can you do me that simple favor? That one little fucking thing?”

She stares at him, wanting to argue again but decides against it. She’s in enough trouble as it is. “Fine…” she looks down and notices the marker in his hands. “What’s that for?”

He hands it to her. “For you to write on yourself,” he smiles.

“What? I’m not doing that!” she shakes her head, refusing to take it from him.

“I’m not giving you a choice,” he insists.

“Vinnie you know I have plans to go to the beach with Ally tomorrow -“

“You’re either gonna do it yourself or I’m gonna pin you to the bed and do it for you.”

“Please just… anything else. Anything except that,” she pouts, giving him a pleading look.

He lets out a loud groan and climbs on to the bed.

“No!” she yells and starts to move away from him but he grabs her ankles and pulls her back to him.

“Vinnie!” She pushes against his chest, trying to get him off of her. She’s trying to keep up an angry demeanor but can’t help but let out a small smile as she tries to wrestle with him, knowing she won’t win. She loves to put up a fight but it’s all in fun.

He puts his weight on her and moves to her head, bringing her arms up and pinning them down with his knees with his cock resting over her face. “You had the chance to do it yourself,” he picks up the marker and bites the cap off, spitting it on to the ground beside the bed. “Hold still.”

“Please!” She says. “I’m begging, anything else!”

“Hold still! Or it’s gonna look even worse,” he chuckles.

She stops wiggling underneath him as he brings the marker to her stomach. The tip touches her and feels a little bit cold. As he starts to drag it along her skin, it tickles her and makes her tense slightly with a pleasant sensation.

“What are you writing?” She asks after a minute, looking down at what he’s doing.

His writing is quick and sloppy as the words form one by one - ‘Whore’, ‘Slut’, ‘Liar’ and a slew of other vulgar names litter her body, scattered from her tits to her thighs.

“Come on! That isn’t fair,” she whines.

“Oh but it is,” he laughs. “And, since you wanna threaten to be one…” he finishes off his work with the words ‘Cum Rag’ written in bold letter across her stomach right above her belly button.

She stares down at herself for a moment, taking in the mess he’s made on her and then looks up at him and starts to giggle. Moments like this are when she feels the most affection for him - with an insatiable throbbing between her legs as he dominates every bit of her. Sometimes she can’t help but wonder why they both get such a thrill out of this stuff but ultimately it doesn’t matter. They like what they like and the rest is irrelevant.

“How do you like it?” He asks.

“I hate it.”

He smiles and moves off her arms, positioning himself between her legs. He starts to write again on the lower part of her stomach - ‘All I’m Good For’ with an arrow pointing down to her pussy.

“Perfect,” he smiles, admiring the words on her body. “I’d like to see you go to the beach like this, you brat,” he says.

He tosses the marker on to the floor and lines himself up with her entrance. “You want it?” He asks, looking up at her.

She nods yes but is careful not to seem too eager, knowing he’ll only draw the process out if she acts like she wants it too much.

“Of course you do,” he says and starts to push himself into her, savoring how she feels every inch of the way. She gasps a little as he stretches her out, and move her legs closer to her stomach to open herself a little more for him.

“You have no respect for yourself,” he says, finally bottoming out. Before she gets the chance to adjust herself to him, he pulls out to just his tip and pushes his way into her hard, making her groan.

“Yeah?” She moans. “You don’t have any for yourself, either,” she looks up at him.

He chuckles, always impressed with how much back talk she can give him. Always so full of attitude, driving him crazy in the best way. He thrusts into her again, earning another groan from her as she wraps her legs around him.

“I respect myself plenty,” he says. He leans over her and starts to thrust a little quicker. Soft moans mixed with little whines make their way out of her mouth, making his cock bounce inside of her with excitement.

“No you don’t,” she grips his arms. “You - you get pleasure from treating me like an object… men who respect them.. selves don’t do that.”

“Baby, that doesn’t mean I don’t respect myself. It means I don’t respect you… No one respects you,” he groans and buries his face into her neck, sucking against the spot right below her ear.

“And you think people respect you?” She laughs. “God, you’re - so fucking blind and conceited, you… you don’t even see the way other people perceive you.”

She does her best to keep her eyes open as the feeling of him filling her up starts to ripple through her body and cloud her mind with pleasure. All she wants to do now is submit to him but she can’t give him the satisfaction at this point. She starts to grind her hips down to meet each of his thrusts, making sure she keeps busy and alert.

“Says the one who just threw a fit so bad I had to tell our friends you threatened to fuck another guy and rush home,” he laughs. He didn’t actually tell them that but he knows it’ll get a reaction out of her.

And just as he expected, she digs her nails into his arms and scoffs. “You didn’t fucking say that did you?”

“Sure did, baby. Why? Are you afraid people are gonna know you act the way you actually act?”

“Vinnie,” she groans.

“Actions have consequences, princess. Now look at you... Co-covered in black ink and degrading names, face smeared with that makeup I-I know you spent an hour on…” he smiles against her skin. “Real fucking respectful.”

“Oh fuck you,” she moans.

He chuckles and pulls out of her, rolling over. “Ride me, baby. Remind daddy why he puts up with you in the first place.”

She straddles him and guides his cock back in place, sinking down on to him. This new angle pushes him even further than he was in before and she throws her head back, gripping the headboard in front of her as she starts to ride him, moving her hips up and down and bouncing just enough to create a clapping sound as their bodies hit each other.

His hands move to her hips, helping her with her movements. His mouth latches on to one of her tits and he starts sucking, not letting it leave his mouth for even a second as he gets lost in his pleasure.

“Fuck, Vinnie,” she moans and moves one of her hands from the headboard to her swollen clit to rub in circles.

He digs his nails into her sides and he holds her tighter as he starts to thrust up with every bit of strength he can gather. He pulls away from her nipple and looks up at her smiling, loving the way her face is stuck with that little fucked out look she gets when she’s really turned on.

Another bout of affection for her fills his body as he watches her. He knows that no matter what she says or does, he’s always going to love her. He’s always going to have the biggest sweet spot for her.

His eyes skim down her chest and stomach, and he feels that little twinge of guilt that he always gets when they get carried away with each other and he takes a moment to make a promise with himself that he’s going to give her the sweetest aftercare when they’re done.

Her voice blesses his ears with moans and gasps and he nearly falls over the edge hearing her. He can feel her pulsing around him and knows she’s close too.

He moves her hand off her clit and replaces it with his own. “Cum baby,” he moans.

She smiles, relieved he doesn’t plan on edging her. Her moaning gets louder as her stomach tightens and her legs get weaker. Her movements become less coordinated but he keeps her motions, moving her hips with his hands, determined to keep her rhythm.

Within seconds, her mind goes completely blank as she gets hit with her orgasm, even stronger than her first. As soon as she releases, he can’t hold back anymore and cums with her feeling himself fill her up and become more sensitive with every thrust.

Once they’re both finished, she rests her head against his chest, out of of breath and dazed. He holds on to her, feeling the need to care for her again now that his initial frustration is gone. They both love these moments afterwards, when everything goes from being really intense to really quiet as they enjoy each other.

After a few minutes, she moves off of him, feeling his release drip down her thighs. She closes her legs to keep it in place and brushes her hair out of her face as she lays beside him.

“Fuck,” she says. She looks down and realizes how hard it’s gonna be to get the marker off of her and groans, looking over at him.

He’s got a smile on his face, looking pleased with what he’s done.

“This isn’t funny,” she pouts. He rolls over and wraps his arms around her, kissing her cheek.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll take a nice hot bath and clean you up… although I doubt you’re gonna make your beach plans tomorrow,” he laughs.

“Yeah, definitely not. I think you owe me a nice date tomorrow since I have to cancel my plans.”

“Anything you want, baby. Plan out your perfect day and I’ll make it happen.”

She smiles. “Okay… I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

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minty-mumbles · 3 years

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True Colors

Summary: Monsters are stupid, but they do have excellent color vision, and can recognize patterns almost as well as Hylians. This leads to some misunderstandings.

Or:

Monsters assume that Hylians operate under the same color system as they do.

Content Warning: Not much to note. A few Bokoblins die.

Author's Note: I wrote this to fill this prompt from @linkeduniverse-prompts. It got way out of hand and ended up being about 3k words longer than I expected. I have a cheat sheet about color meanings at the end.

(Read on AO3 Here)

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Greg wasn’t stupid. Well, he had been told plenty of times by his sisters that he was. He was a Red Bokoblin, and Reds weren't known for being very smart. (Not that any kind of Bokoblins were, but that was irrelevant to Greg.)

But personally, he felt he was a lot smarter than many of the others in his clan. Like Jeff.

Jeff was an idiot, even by Bokoblin standards.

It was because he was so intelligent, Greg thought, that he was able to devise a plan to sneak up on this group of travelers. (Truthfully, he wasn't being very sneaky. The group he was tracking was just being particularly unobservant at the moment.)

Greg had seen the perils of attacking first and asking questions later first hand. His brother, Derek, had done so, and picked a fight with the wrong group of travelers. Derek had paid the price for that mistake with his life. And then Derek II did the same... And then Derek III. And then there was Derek IV, who truthfully hadn’t made that poor of a choice in target. It was just plain unfortunate that that Hylian hero had shown up and lit him on fire. (Honestly, maybe his parents should stop naming their kids Derek.)

Not that picking a fight with the wrong Hylians was particularly hard to do for them. Their clan was mostly Reds, the lowliest and weakest of their kind. Only his eldest sisters were lucky enough to be born as Blues. If they went up against any Hylian but the weakest, they were in trouble.

So, yeah. Greg had seen many of his fellow clanmates fall to stupidity. He wasn’t going to be one of them.

At least he hoped so. Jeff might get him killed anyway. Greg didn't know why his sisters always put the two of them together for patrol duty.

Greg crept relatively silently through the bush towards the loudly chattering group of Hylians, letting out only an occasional squeal. Jeff, however, was moving as if he were a Hinox, and he was going to get them caught. Never mind Greg’s brilliant plan of sneaking up on the group of Hylians and seeing what they were up against first.

He turned to Jeff and tried to mime that he should stay here, while Greg got closer to check things out. Unfortunately, it just looked like flailing, with the occasional slap thrown in, and Jeff didn’t seem to understand. Thankfully, he seemed content to stay put. He had gotten distracted by a strange glowing blue ball halfway through Greg’s attempt at communication. Greg really didn't care, as long as Jeff shut up and didn’t move.

Greg crept further forward on his own. When he finally reached the treeline, he hid behind a fallen log, and set about observing the group.

Immediately, his malice-filled veins ran cold.

This was not an ordinary group of travelers.

The intricacies of the Hylians’ marking system were somewhat lost on Monsters as a whole, and although he prided himself on his above-average intelligence, Greg was no exception. The Bokoblin marking system was very straightforward. Those who were Red, like Greg, were the weakest. Then came the Blues, then the Blacks, the Whites, the Silvers, and then the mightiest of all Bokoblins, the Golds. It was quite simple. It telegraphed their ranks and battle prowess nicely, both to other Bokoblins, and to their enemies. Greg thought it was rather thoughtful to give their enemies a heads up on what they were going to be fighting.

Hylians were not in the habit of returning that favor. No Bokoblin had managed to really make heads or tails of their marking system. There were only a few accepted truths that all young Bokoblins are taught.

Brown was the most common coloration, and was pretty much assumed to be similar to Red Bokoblins. There wasn’t anything particularly special about the Browns, except that they were good at running away. A couple Reds could take down a Brown with no trouble.

Then there were the Whites. They were only really found near central Hyrule, near one of the Great Hylian Camps. They were much faster than the Browns and actually seemed to know what they were doing with weapons. They were also very good at sneaking. Greg knew that many camps had been wiped out by White Hylians.

Then there were the Reds. These were possibly the strangest of all the colors. Greg’s sire had told him that they were to be treated, cautiously, as allies. They never attacked Bokoblins without provocation, and they even occasionally teamed up with Bokoblins to take down the Hylians, especially the Whites.

Next up on the Hylian totem pole were the Blues. Personally, Greg thought it was weird that Hylians placed Blue above White, but Hylians as a whole were very strange. Except for a few sightings recently, Blues hadn’t been seen for many, many generations. Their legend persisted though, as they were perhaps the most consistent of all the Hylian colorations. If a Hylian had a bright blue coloring, you could assume that they would have high quality weapons, and would know what to do with them. Browns would even run towards them for protection, or so Greg was told.

They had been known for working together in large groups to bring down entire camps of Bokoblins. Greg had once been told that Bokoblins learned how to band together, and how to find safety in numbers from observing these Hylians.

And then.

And then there were the Greens.

If Blues were legendary, Greens were mythical. Sightings of them were few and very far between, which might have to do with the fact that the Bokoblins who saw them didn’t live to tell the tale. The destruction they wrought was so absolute that even if they hadn’t been seen for hundreds of years, their legend lived on.

(Greg himself had seen one, once. He had only lived because he had run away before the Green had spotted him. He usually tried not to think about it.)

So, yeah. Greg had been expecting a small group of Browns, perhaps some Whites or a Blue thrown in.

That was not what he had gotten.

This was an entire goddamn clan of Greens.

A loud yell from the pair closest to Greg covered up his shocked squeal, as his brain tried to process exactly how much danger he was in.

He could count seven Hylians in front of him, huddled around a campfire. The pair closest to him were wrestling on the ground. Distantly, Greg was reminded of how his sisters wrestled to assert dominance, but these Greens seemed to be much friendlier about it than his sisters were. They weren’t even drawing any blood. The one who currently seemed to be winning wore armor around his shoulder, and a stripe of bright blue around his neck.

That made Greg pause for a moment. Was this a Blue instead of a Green?

But no, the Hylian’s torso was covered in undeniable green.

Similarly, the one pinned under the Blue-Green wore a Red tunic, but under that, a dark Green gave him away. Perhaps the two were some sort of hybrid? The concept of hybrid Bokoblins was foreign. Bokoblins were always one color, but who knew with Hylians.

Most Hylians did not accept Reds into their groups, as they were hostile towards others of their own kind. Maybe that was why Blue-Green was wrestling with Red-Green?

A few yards away, another pair sat on a log watching the pair fight, with a third tending to a fire nearby. The two sitting on the log were the biggest Hylians Greg had seen in this group. If he had to pinpoint any of them as the leaders of this clan, it would be these two. One was covered in armor, which Greg had only seen on the most skilled Hylians, and only in small amounts. The fact that this Hylian was covered in the stuff was intimidating. Greg couldn’t really tell what color this Hylian was, as the armor covered him, but this must be the leader. He was big enough for it, and the one next to him seemed to be showing him a good amount of respect.

The Hylian sitting next to the Leader seemed more like the run-of-the-mill Green. (Not that any Green was run-of-the-mill, but whatever.) The most notable thing about him was the wolf pelt he wore around his shoulders, which did give Greg pause.

His sisters wore the skins of large animals they hunted, as a symbol of their higher status. Neither of them had a wolf pelt, though. Wolves were strong creatures, and best left alone. It could take an entire clan to take down a fully grown wolf, let alone a whole pack. The fact that this Hylian, who wasn’t even the leader of this clan, was wearing the wolf pelt so openly was clearly a warning.

The third was crouched over the fire, moving the logs around with a stick for some reason. This one was a White-Green, a long white covering over his shoulders. He was listening to the conversation between the Leader and Wolf-Pelt, occasionally adding his own thoughts.

Once Greg was able to get over his shock of seeing so many Greens in one place, he was able to see that they weren’t actually all Greens. Two of them, huddled closely together, were just wearing pale Blue. Not quite as concerning as the others, but still strong.

One of them was smaller than any of the others in the clearing. He wore a pale blue covering. Greg paused in confusion. In a group of powerful Greens, why would they tolerate a small, weak Blue? Clans could become stronger, as Greg’s was, as stronger Bokoblins were born. But if his clan was made up of Blues, and a Red was born, they would be killed or driven out. There was no room for weakness.

But then again, Hylians were very strange. Perhaps, since this Blue was obviously a youngling, they had simply not matured into their adult Green coloration? It was possible.

The youngling was crouched over a strange flat rock, held by the other Blue. Now, this one was the same size as the others in the group, and obviously an adult. The excuse of being a youngling did not apply to him.

So why��.?

The Blue shifted, lifting the strange rock, and handing it off to the Youngling, joined the White-Green near the fire. As he did, Greg caught sight of a familiar symbol on the rock.

An eye.

The symbol was not strange to him. It was scattered all over the land on large black rocks. However, to see it on a smaller rock like this… seemed familiar, and not in a good way.

Greg strained his memory to try to remember when he had seen this before, and then it hit him.

He had seen this strange rock before, when Derek IV was killed. He had gone after a pair of Brown Hylians who had unwisely traveled off the road. Greg, still being quite young at that point, had hung back to see how it was done. It had gone well for a while. Derek IV chased the pair, swinging a club at them, while the Hylians screeched in fear and scrambled away.

Then, swooping down from the sky like a bird of prey, a Blue Hyalin descended. True to legend, Greg had watched the Browns scramble toward the newcomer for protection. Derek IV, likely having fallen asleep during their sire’s lessons, did not register the danger of this Hylian’s color, and ran straight towards the group.

Greg had watched in horror as his brother was cut down with graceful ease. He hadn’t even had time to squeal a battle cry before he was falling to the earth with a flaming sword buried in his side.

He continued to stare in mounting terror as the Blue bent down and harvested his brother's teeth. The Blue had even taken Derek IV’s weapon for his own before his brother finally took enough fire damage, and broke down into smoke, disappearing.

The Blue had approached the Browns, who hadn’t even looked disgusted at the looting of a body, and had instead gifted the Blue food as a token of appreciation for his protection.

Greg came to a sudden realization. This was no Blue. He was colored like one, but he was alone. According to legends, Blues came in packs, ruthlessly efficient in working together. Besides that, Greg could imagine only one color that was that efficient at killing.

Greens.

Greg didn’t know why this Green was disguised as a Blue, But he didn’t stick around to find out. The last thing he caught sight of was a strange rock on the Green’s hip, with an ominous eye on the front of it. He had booked back to the safety of his clan’s camp. Not that he harbored any delusions that anyone in his clan would survive if the Green-in-Disguise found them.

Thankfully, he hadn’t, and Greg had grown up trying desperately not to fall into the same trap of attacking first and finding out the consequences later as Derek IV had.

Now, the same strange eye symbol was back, on the same strange rock, in the possession of the same Green-in-Disguise. Well, the same clan, at least. The Youngling was still fiddling with the rock, occasionally calling out to the Green-in-Disguise. Greg could only assume it must be some type of weapon, if a Green was in possession of it.

Greg stumbled back, turning to flee. He had saved himself once by fleeing in the face of one Green, and he wouldn’t make the mistake of trying to take on seven Greens at once.

Wait- hold that thought. A rustle in the bushes on the opposite side of the clearing caught his eye. Against his better judgment, he crept back to look. If that was Jeff coming to look for him, and he stumbled into the encampment of a clan of Greens in the process, Greg was not going to be helping him.

Fortunately, (or unfortunately, Greg thought privately,) it wasn’t Jeff. It was two more Greens.

Greg felt faint, and nearly swooned on the spot as Wolf-Pelt called out in greeting to the two new arrivals.

These two new arrivals were underwhelming. They were both small. In fact, one of them was even smaller than the youngling already in the camp. His coloring was a strange mash-up of Blue, Red, and, oddly, Purple, which was a color that Greg had never heard of Hylians being. But he also had Green, plain as day. Greg had to wonder if this Four-Color was even younger than the Youngling. Maybe it wasn’t certain yet what his strength level was going to be?

The other was of a more reasonable height for a Hylian, although not as big as many of the others. He had brown coloration peeking out from underneath his green. Perhaps this was the weakest of them all? But again, if he was tolerated in this, frankly overpowered, clan of Greens, then there must be more to him than meets the eye.

But these two new arrivals, no matter how unthreatening they looked, meant the clan now numbered nine. Greg had never seen a Bokoblin clan this large, let alone a Hylian one, at least outside of the Great Hylian Camps. Normally, Hylians only traveled in small groups.

This was bad. If an entire clan of Greens had appeared in Hyrule, then the Hylians were getting stronger. He had to report this to his sisters.

With a determined grunt, Greg turned back to where he had left Jeff. He needed to collect him, and then head back. Under the circumstances, he didn’t think his sisters would care about them not finishing their patrol route.

When he arrived back to the place he left Jeff, his brother was still absorbed with kicking around that strange glowing blue ball from before. Greg didn't know what it was, but at this point he didn’t particularly care. He just wanted to get back to the slight safety of their camp.

Just as he was about to squeal at his brother that it was time to go, he heard a shout from behind him. It was one of the Greens, calling out. For a moment, Greg was worried that they had been discovered.

Then, he didn’t have to wonder anymore.

The weird glowy ball that Jeff had been playing with exploded in blue light. Before Greg could even shield his eyes against the light, it was over. The explosion had taken Jeff out in one hit. His brother's body was already disappearing into smoke, leaving nothing behind.

Greg knew they had been discovered. Somehow, this whole situation must have been a trap, and it had been set up by the Greens. They must have known that Greg was there the entire time.

These Greens were terrifying. Greg could hear Hylian footsteps moving in his direction, and booked it out of the clearing. He wasn't sticking around for them to find him. He was leaving.

At least his sisters couldn't put him with Jeff on patrol anymore.

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It was a rather chilly night. The seasons were just changing in his Hyrule, splashes of reds and golds dotted here and there as some trees started to shed their leaves, and the autumn air wasn’t exactly warm or balmy.

The group usually waited until Wild was ready to make dinner to start a fire, but not tonight. Sky volunteered to collect firewood, and only stopped to set down his pack before leaving to search for kindling. Four and Hyrule also left to scout the area, and make sure there weren't any threats lingering nearby.

Wild helped Time and Twilight move some fallen logs into the clearing for makeshift benches, and then collapsed onto the nearest one. He sighed, and pulled his boots off, shaking a pebble out of the left one that had been bothering him for hours. He didn’t immediately put the boots back on, letting his feet relax after a long day of walking.

Wind settled next to him, Time and Twilight not far off. Legend and Warriors were already bickering about something or another, snarking at each other for where they were perched across the empty fire ring.

Wind sniffed next to him. “Goddess, Wild, your feet stink! Why did you take your shoes off?”

Wild very maturely stuck out his tongue at the younger hero, pointedly ignoring Time’s muttered: “Don’t encourage him, we already have one squabbling pair, we don’t need another.” Wild stuck his dirty boots back in his slate, pulling out one of his cleaner pairs. Wind, forgetting the apparent stench, shifted closer in interest.

“So, how many different sets of clothing do you keep in there?” Wild shifted to show Wind his slate, swiping through the armor and clothing he accumulated on his journey.

“So, this is the Sheikah stealth set. It’s the first set of clothes I bought after waking up from my shrine. I got it in Kakariko. Before that, I was basically wearing a set of rags I found in my Shrine.”

A rustle from across the clearing drew Wild’s attention as Wind continued to poke at the slate. It was just Sky, carrying an armful of wood. Before the Skyloftian could start to set up the fire, Warriors took things one jeer too far, causing Legend to leap across the pit, tackling him off his log. Sky didn’t even do a double-take, ignoring the two wrestling near the side of the clearing, and started to get the fire going.

Next to Wild, Time and Twilight were watching the fight with interest. Twilight turned to Time. “Should we stop them?”

Time shrugged. “They’re not actually hurting each other, are they? Think of it as hand-to-hand combat training.” Twilight stared at Time as Legend got pinned underneath Warriors, and screeched, biting his hand in retaliation.

Time stared back. There was a moment of silence, before Time spoke again. “Fifty rupees that Legend wins.”

Twilight sighed, returning his gaze to the fighting pair. “You’re just as bad as the others sometimes, you know that?” Time just raised an eyebrow in question. Twilight groaned, defeated. “I’ll take that bet.”

Wild snorted. Twilight liked to pretend that he was less of a gremlin than the rest of them, but really, he just hid it better.

“Hey, isn’t that what the Warriors was teasing you about the other day?” Wind’s question brought Wild’s attention back to his slate. Showing on the screen was the Gerudo set, displayed on the digital form of Wild himself. “Wait, it’s yours?”

Wild’s hand darted out, covering the younger boy's mouth. “You will tell no one about this.” He hissed, eyes darting around the clearing, checking to see if anyone had heard. It looked like he was in the clear. It wasn’t that he was particularly ashamed of wearing those clothes, but he would rather spare himself the teasing he knew would be imminent if the group found out.

Wind batted his hand away from his mouth, grinning at him mischievously. “Okay, I won’t.” Wild waited, not believing that it would be that easy. “You have to make seafood curry for dinner though.” Wild hummed, considering. It wasn’t as bad as he thought Wind was going to demand.

“Alright,” He acquiesced. He was planning on making Creamy Vegetable Soup tonight, but he thought seafood curry was just as good. It was no trouble for him to switch up the menu. He had a couple of nice Progys in his slate they needed to eat anyways. He would have done this even if Wind just asked him, though, so he wasn’t sure why-

“But you have to make it spicy.” Wind insisted. Ah, there it was.

“Sure.” He shrugged. Most of the others wouldn’t be pleased. Seafood Curry had a lot of goron spice in it, at least it did the way Wild liked to make it. Wind, Legend, Four, and himself were the only ones in the group who could handle spice. He and Wind had grown up eating spicy food, and Legend traveled to very distant lands, building up a tolerance to all sorts of spices. Four could only tolerate spice occasionally. (It varied. Sometimes he couldn’t even handle a spiced meat skewer, and sometimes he inhaled the spiciest food Wild could make. It was very strange.) Most of the others in the group had low spice tolerance.

Usually, Wild acknowledged that fact in his cooking, and cut back on the spice, but since Wind was asking…

Well, he certainly wouldn’t complain.

He handed the slate off to Wind, rising to join Sky next to the fire, to make sure it was at the right temperature for seafood curry.

Another rustle from the bushes around the clearing drew his attention to the returning Hyrule and Four.

“Anything to report, boys?” It was Twilight who called out, as Time was still snickering at the sulking Warriors and his own purse, now fifty rupees heavier.

“Nothing of importance,” It was Four who answered, coming to sit next to Time. “There’s a stream a few minutes away, and we found a set of Bokoblins footprints, but they were days old.”

“Good, now we should-“ Wild’s attention was drawn away from both the fire and Twilight’s response by a call from Wind.

“Hey, Wild! What does this button do?” That sentence made dread well up in Wild’s stomach. There were only so many buttons to push on the slate, and Wild’s mind flashed back to a very crucial detail that he had forgotten.

He spun around, nearly hitting Sky with the stick he had been using to poke the fire. He could barely get out a shrieked “Wait!” Before there was an ominous click, a moment of tense silence, then-

BOOM.

Right. The bomb he had dropped earlier, and had forgotten to dissipate.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling all the world like he was every one of his one hundred and seventeen years. He let out a slow breath, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. Was this what Twilight felt like all the time? He needed to go easier on his mentor.

“That button explodes things, Wind.”

A silent, judgmental stare from Time told him to fix the mess he’d created. With a huff, he heaved himself to his feet, and motioned for Wind to follow him. “Come on, kid. Let’s go do damage control.”

~~~

A/N: You know, writing this made me headcanon that Bokoblins have truly excellent color vision.

Anyways, here's what all the colors mean;

Brown: Average Traveler // White: Sheikah // Red: Yiga // Blue: Hyrule’s Military // Green: Heroes

Blue-Green: Warriors // Red-Green: Legend // White-Green: Sky // The Leader: Time // Wolf-Pelt: Twilight // Youngling: Wind // Green-in-Disguise: Wild // Brown-Green: Hyrule // Four-Color: Four

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seokiloquy · 2 years

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Paperwork - Iwaizumi Hajime

Au: Royal Knights (?) royal fantasy?

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader, No big plot, just a concept really.

Word Count: 2.4k

You watched the knights as their blades clashed against each other with a rattling clang before swinging out in wide arcs and coming in to make contact again. The sunlight bounced off the sharpened edges of their weapons, flashing like erratic stars. The arrows, in particular, were very blinding, as they flew at remarkable speeds towards the centre of their targets in rapid succession. Their glares were eager to pull you out of your pensive gaze at the grass patched dirt the knight's feet danced across.

Your stare tried to follow the last arrow as it zipped to the training targets where a woman, standing tall in her leather boots stared downtown at the two men before her with her arms crossed. Dubbed “Slingshot” this woman was the best in the cavalry for her bow skills, many of your co-workers thought she was better put to use on frequent expeditions, but Slingshot refused many, choosing to train recruits more often than not. “Teach a person to fish,” she’d say.

Who seemed to be the youngest of the three, squirmed against the arm that was wrapped around his neck, bow a quiver dropping in the process. He must’ve been one of her many trainees.

The man that held the boy in the position spot to Slingshot with an unchanging irked expression, mouth slightly downturned and eyes pinched. He wrestled the kid under his arm as he spoke, not taking his eyes off of the taller woman as he did until the blonde kid slumped into a hunched stance, fists clenched at his sides. The man’s black hair looked as if it spiked straighter once he could relax his posture.

Whatever he was saying to Slingshot, seemed to amuse her though, as her head flung back with her mouth wide and eyes closed and smacked and partially leather-covered hand onto his shoulder.

Letting the boy go, the spiky-haired man let the boy go, gesturing to the dropped weapons before walking off. The boy picked the tools up, shoving them into a still laughing Slingshot’s chest, before running to follow the man that held him in a chokehold. His jaw dropped, yelling something you couldn’t hear as he ran.

You sighed, dropping the hand from your cheek and looking at the paperwork that was piling up on your desk. You sighed as you caught another page as it fell off the edge.

There was a knock on your office door, making the tick old wood rattle on its hinges and echo through your room. Your fingers were light on the papers as you hurried them into a more presentable pile. Picking up your quill, you brought it to an already signed paper feigning being busy as you called for the visitor to come in.

The door swung open, making a frightening cracking sound as it hit the wall. Slingshot stood on one foot, the other raised in the air as her braided hair swung behind her back from the harsh movement.

You blinked at her. “You broke my door.”

“Ya, so what?” She waltzed over, hip jutting out as she bent down and leaned her elbow on your desk. “Boss wants you in his office, you’re going on a mission.”

Raising a brow, you leaned back in your chair and swung your left leg up onto the desk. A thump made the desk shake slightly before you knocked on the metal limb with a light fist. “Afraid I can’t do that, remember?”

Slingshot rolled her eyes and shoved the prosthetic limb off the desk, taking a loose paper with it. You didn’t feel a thing. “It’s not an expedition or battle. You just have to gather reports from the other captains while Hajime takes over some of the training at one of our ally’s kingdoms, one of them is on bed rest right now.”

You heard that news, Tsuhashi had come down with Dragon flu. Not pretty.

“Hajime? Who?” You grimaced, picking up your quill again.

“Hajime! Your subordinate and predecessor? The one who took over claymore training after you retired.”

“Decommissioned,” you corrected. “And I still don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Slingshot threw her head back, groaning as she lifted herself off your desk and strutted to your shelves. Her hands flew in the air as she screwed them. “Aren’t you supposed to be overseeing recruitment now? You must have looked at the list at some point.”

“There’s so much paperwork, I could hardly bother.”

“Ugh! Where did you put it! The scrawny kid! The scrawny kid with the spiky hair!”

Sighed, you rubbed your forehead and tried to think back to all of your trainees, scrolling through their faces like a catalogue. You never had too many subordinates. The least amount of every group in the order besides the shields, for just like the barriers, the claymore wielders had to be sturdy and strong to hold their weapons, so many instead went for the other positions. Your group had promising knights, but which of them was developed enough to take on your position.

“Are you talking about Iwaizumi? Did he bulk up?”

“You bet he did! As soon as you got your leg torn off he trained himself to the brink so that he could follow through.”

“So he wanted to steal my position.”

Slingshot balked before bursting into hysterical laughter. “No way! That boy is in love with you! He wanted to make good on your training!”

You dropped your quill, too tired to sign any more papers, even if you had barely made a dent in the pile. Pushing off from your chair you got to your feet, slapping away Slingshot’s hand when she rushed over.

“I can walk.” You rolled your shoulders and limped to the door, staring at the large fracture in the wood.

Iwaizumi’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your leg before flicking back again. You shut your eyes, sighing as you crossed your arms. The two carriages that were stopped at your sides pulled away and hurried down the bricked road. The horses’ hooves made a rhythmed clopping sound as they made contact with the stone.

“I’m not a carved statue.”

The man straightened his spine quickly. “Of course not, Captain. I’m just surprised to see you. Relieved even.”

“Relieved? You haven’t changed too much then.” Your eyes tracked his uniform, falling to his unbalanced sash. You huffed, stepping forward to adjust it back in position before patting his shoulders enough strength to make him hunch under the force. “Even if you have bulked up.”

You slapped his back, giving him one last pat as you limped in front of him, walking through the gates as you entered. “And I’m not your captain anymore.”

Knights in heavy armour waited on the other side, surrounding a familiar face that was smiling on the other side. Hayami, greeted you with open arms sure to hand his halberd over to one of his trainees before pulling you into a hug.

“Oh, it’s been so long! I’m so glad you’re alright. And you must be Iwaizumi. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now, hurry up, We must get you settled before starting anything.”

Hayami’s hands flew in the air eagerly as he spoke, jumping around like a fruit fly surrounded by a feast.

“Hurry along! There’s no time to waste!”

The sun was playing peekaboo with your eyes, ducking in and out from behind the clouds. You stood to the side out the training field, marking off the number of trainees in each squad. The swords, unsurprisingly, had one of the largest numbers. But unlike the archers, who were standing in neat rows, the thin blade-wielding knights were running around, swinging their weapons. With the added addition of the sun deciding to blind you every few seconds, getting a count of their numbers had become increasingly difficult. Leaving you to turn away from the large group, and debate counting the spear wielders.

“Excuse me.” A girl came up from behind your shoulder, lugging a hefty weapon on her back. “You came with Captain Iwaizumi, right? I was having some trouble with the footwork he was demonstrating. Would you be able to help me?”

You glanced down at your metal foot, kicking it out with an uncoordinated swing. “I can help a bit. I’m tired of doing these headcounts anyways. But don’t expect me to give you a good performance.”

The girl laughed, waving a hand dismissively. “That’s alright. Even a bit of guidance is fine.”

She showed you her positioning upon request, setting one leg in front of the other in a deep lung and she pulled her claymore off her back and into a ready position for swinging.

“Turn your foot to the side.”

She twisted it, only for her knee to buckle before her weapon crashed to the ground, nearly taking her with it. “Every time!”

You pulled on the back of her shirt, getting her to stand straight again.

“You’re moving only your ankle. Your knee has to turn also, or else the support is gone.”

Your metal knee creaked as you bent it under your weight, pushing into a rough mimic of the lunge the girl had shown you. Pushing your good knee, you twisted your leg from the hip to point your toe and knee out to the side. “This is how your back leg should look.”

You swatted your hands in the air, motioning her to step closer. “Now help me up.”

“I’ve got you, Captain.”

A pair of hands appeared from beneath your shirt’s billowing sleeves, supporting your weight until you were balanced to your full height. You spun.

“Iwaizumi. You should be training your group.”

“Water break.” You glance over his shoulder, only to see discarded claymores strewn across the field.

“That’s poor weapon management.”

“It’s only for a moment.” Iwaizumi looked to the girl who held the hilt of her claymore tightly. “Go take a break with the rest, you’ve done well.”

She scurried off, making your brow furrow.

Your arms crossed. “They’re intimidated by you.”

“I was intimidated by you, too.”

You nearly stumbled back, chin leading the way as it jutted as close to the back of your neck as possible. “Really?”

Iwaizumi laughed, hand patting your shoulder before sliding to our back so he could guide you easily in the direction of the barracks where the knights all stood in the shade of the building, chugging back their water. “Absolutely. You still do. But I’ve learned over the years that it’s not your intention.”

“Have you really been in my squad for years? I’m sorry to say that I don’t remember.”

Now that all the knights were calmly organized in one place, you quickly made a count of all the bodies while listening to Iwaizumi talk at your side.

“Not many years, but I spend most of that time hiding behind many of the knight’s shadows. I never wanted to be heavily scrutinized by you. You have a way of pointing out every flaw without making note of the positive.”

“Perhaps that’s why the claymore trainees numbers have gone up since my decommissioning.”

“Are you upset about that?”

“About what? Having smaller numbers? Not particularly.”

“No, no. Being decommissioned. It’s not as though it was voluntary.”

You balance on your good leg to watch your metal one kick out in front of you. “I suppose, yes. I don’t like the paperwork that much, and as cool as the leg is, I can’t walk like I did before, plus it’s really heavy. I suppose the biggest issue is not being able to use my weapon. Slingshot tried to train me with a bow for a while afterwards, but I kept breaking the string by accident. But I don’t want to change how I am now either.”

I whistle blew over the crowd of knights, making them rush to their feet and back onto the field.

“It seems I must get back. If you’re done you should take a break of your own.”

“I’ve got everything, for now, see you.”

You waved Iwaizumi off watching the ends of his hair bounce as he jogged back to the discarded claymores.

Hayami, although a captain, often forgot his duties outside of combat and training. So even if there was a moment where the man managed to sign off on documents, the papers were often strewn about, in places that they shouldn’t be.

One such place was your temporary office. Where Hayami ever so kindly left a stack of his unsigned paperwork on the corner of your desk. You were sure he planned it, likely hoping it would be packed along with all your other papers when you left the next day.

Sadly, in having to run out to one of the barracks and back to your room, you found yourself out in the training field while it rained. Furthermore, someone had left their claymore out to rust.

You unsteadily lifted the weapon over your shoulder, unsure if you’d be able to carry it to the shed with only one good leg. Not even halfway there the pain in your thigh where the metal started, was reaching unseen levels. It wasn’t meant to hold this extra weight

Gripping the hilt, tighter so as to not let it slip through your wet fingers, you swung the weapon in a large arc into the ground before your feet.

“Captain, as much as I admire your strength, I can see how much difficulty wielding it causes you,”

You looked over your shoulder to see Iwaizumi, hair dropping from the weight of the water.

“Let me get that for you. The trainee that left it got a heat stroke, so it’s my own fault for leaving it to rust.” He took it from your hands, easily swinging it to balance on his shoulders. “Why are you out here anyways?”

Your hands, now free from carrying the weapon, immediately went to massage the muscle of your thigh. “Hayami left me his paperwork, I had to bring it back before we leave.”

Your steps took a skipping pattern as you followed Iwaizumi to the shed, keeping as much weight off the metal leg as possible.

Iwaizumi dropped the weapon in with the rest before offering a supportive arm for you to latch onto. He seemed unfazed by the added weight.

“Let's get us both dry, hmm?”

This has absolutely no substance but it’s something I guess. I’m still tired from that Natsu fic. Which sucks cause school starts again in 2 weeks and I’m already crying. - Bacon

Posted: 02/01/2022

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