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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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7 Minutes in Heaven

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It was late October, and after meeting up with your friend Kurapika and Leorio for some fun fall activities, you came home to see a letter in your mailbox.

“Dear (Name),

You have been cordially invited to this years Costume Party. Please come wearing a costume, and be aware that there may be some people there that you do not like. Guests are required to hide their identity with their costumes, and fighting is prohibited.

Regards,

Pariston”

You frowned, seeing that there was another letter attached that had the address and time it would be taking place. Fortunately(or unfortunately really), you didn’t have anything planned for that day, so you didn’t see why you shouldn’t go.

All you would need is a costume.

“You got an invitation too, (Name)? Both Leorio and I received one the day we parted ways.”

You blinked, looking between the two. “Oh yeesh, I hope that it hasn’t been handed out to every hunter in existence. I will actually pee my pants if Hisoka is there.”

Kurapika grimaced and Leorio started laughing. “Shit, don’t do that he might like it!”

Now both you and Kurapika were grimacing. “(Name), don’t worry. If he shows up, just stick by our sides and we’ll protect you.”

You nodded, giving your friends a quick hug and peck on the cheek. “Aww, thanks guys!”

You turned just in time to miss their blushing faces. “Let’s buy our costumes together, so we can recognize each other at the party!”

“Oh, that actually sounds like a good idea!” Kurapika said after recovering from the kiss. Leorio nodded, following after the two as they headed towards a costume store.

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You look down at your costume, a black dress, a masquerade mask, and witch hat. It was a little plain, but followed the rules of hiding your identity. The only people that would know who you are would be Kurapika and Leorio.

You walked towards the address, stopping in front of a large mansion. “Did he seriously rent out a mansion just for a party? Figures…”

Before you could even knock, the door swung open and you were pulled in by Pariston, the only person not wearing a costume. “Welcome, you’re just in time! Everyone else is here, and ready to party!”

He was right, the entire first floor was full of people, some easily recognizable, and some not. You were hoping that the man lingering in the corner of the room was not the leader of the phantom troupe, Chrollo, because that would mean a battle to the death between him and Kurapika.

“Pariston, I don’t know what you have planned, but-“

Pariston smiled down at you. “Shh, just have fun. Everything will be fine. Probably.”

You pout, but join the crowd of people, drinking a little and dancing. You spotted a short dark haired man nearby, sitting with a taller, blonde haired one.

“Come on, Fei. It’s not often we get invited to things. Phinks is already dancing, look!”

You blink, glancing to where the blonde was pointing to see a man swaying on the dance floor, sipping from his drink. They spot you looking, the shorter man giving you a look that sends you running in the opposite direction. “Hey, don’t mind him!” the blonde yells after you.

You sigh, bumping into someone as you turn. “Oh sorry I-“

A man towers over you, his hair dark and long. His eyes peer down at you through his skeleton mask, and you can’t help but feel tiny compared to him. Thankfully, he just pushes past you, patting your shoulder almost reassuringly.

“(Name)!”

Kurapika and Leorio spot you, sighing in relief.

“Geez, woman. You should have texted us when you got here! There’s a lot of creeps here.” Leorio said, patting your head.

Kurapika scowls. “Yeah, creeps and criminals. Does Pariston think we’re stupid? I can sense the phantom troupe is here. I swear I’ll-“

You grab his sleeve. “Hey, no violence, remember? Try to be calm, just for tonight. You recognize them, but they don’t recognize you. You could get some information out of them once they get drunk enough.”

He sighs and nods slowly. “You’re right… I need to be calm.”

Kurapika smiles appreciatively. “Thanks, (Name). You’re always a voice of reason.”

As the three relax and drink, planning, Pariston comes forward. “Alright gang, I’ve got a game planned for you all!”

You all turn to see Pariston holding a hat. “Drop an item of yours into the hat!”

Everyone grumbles, not a single person wanting to listen to the annoying blonde. To get it over with, you’re the first person to walk forward, placing your strawberry scented chapstick in the hat. “There.”

Others come forward, the entire party placing items in it. A few have to be dragged up to the hat, others grumbling and growling as they’re nudged forward.

“Alright, that’s everyone! Now…”

He looks to you, grinning.

“We’re playing 7 minutes in Heaven. Come pick an item, (Name).”

You blink. “Are you serious? What are you, a horny 15 year old?”

Pariston laughs. “No, but I am curious.”

You roll your eyes as some people start to murmur and ask what 7 minutes in heaven is.

“For those unaware, 7 minutes in heaven is a game where two people are locked in a closet for seven minutes! You can do whatever you want, and I really mean whatever.”

Your two friend begin to protest. “Hey, she’s the only woman here, this is sexual harassment!” Kurapika yells.

“Meh.”

Pariston offers the hat to you, and you groan. “Oh whatever. I’ll take a stupid item.”

You rustled through the hat… what do you pull out?

Options:

-a needle

-a bookmark

-a scalpel

-a cellphone

-an earring

-a piece of candy

-a roll of gauze

POLL FOR WHAT COMES FIRST!!

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 10 months

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Yandere! Bully! x Fem! Reader

TW: Suicide, suicidal thoughts

A/N: This piece was requested by ElinaHiganbana on Wattpad.

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It was senior year and the night of prom. Everything had been going well until it was time for the slow dance. That's when you saw your boyfriend kissing your best friend on the dancefloor. You feel tears run down your cheeks and ran to your hiding place in the woods. Now, you're sitting on the grass, looking at your pitiful reflection in the stream's water.

Maybe I was right to come here looking for a way to end it all? I always felt like I belonged in water. Maybe Adin was right when he said I'm stupid and worthless. Isn't there a beautiful estuary around here?

You take off your silver high heeled shoes, and follow the stream. You smell saltwater and start to cry more. Your feet and the end of your dress are stained brown with mud. Maybe by some mercy of a god somewhere, you'll live.

Meanwhile, your longtime bully, Adin Crossworth, is looking for you on the dancefloor.

"Does anyone know where Y/N is?" Adin asks aloud.

"She ran out of here after seeing her boyfriend locking lips with her best friend," A girl named Eva answers, sitting at a table.

Adin stomps to your boyfriend and pushes him against a wall, keeping a steady arm on his neck.

"If I find Y/N dead tonight, I'm coming to kill you and her so called best friend. Now where is she?!" Adin threatens, trying not to kill him right then and there.

"The woods. She loves the woods, specifically the stream. She wanted to see the estuary nearby someday," Your ex-boyfriend answers, stuttering.

Adin throws your ex to the side and runs out to his car. He takes off into the woods and parks in a ditch nearby the woods. He runs into the woods and follows the stream. He sees the high heel holes in the ground until they stop in a spot where moonlight hits the water.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Adin yells, hoping you're nearby.

A loud splash nearby makes all the alarms in his body ring. He sees your footprints and runs until they stop. When he gets to the estuary, he sees your dirtied shoes tucked inbetween the roots of a mangrove tree.

"No. Nononono!" Adin screams, looking for any sign of life. "Y/N! Come out! This isn't funny!"

Nothing but the sound of frogs, birds, and the stream respond to him. Then, bubbles float to the surface and pop. Adin's eyes widen, and he throws his coat and dives into the water. He desperately searches for you, and eventually, finds your body on top of a mangrove root. Adin puts you into his arms, bringing you back to the surface. He checks your pulse, and feels nothing. He immediately begins CPR. After ten minutes that felt like eternity, your eyes flash to life, and you're throwing up water next to Adin's shoes. You cough for several minutes, then focus your blurry vision onto Adin.

"Why? Why couldn't you let me leave this miserable life behind?!" You cry, tears streaming down your mascara- stained cheeks.

Adin holds your head on his chest and lets you cry till you feel better.

"Sh, it's ok. I've got you," Adin whispers, holding a gentle hand on the back of your head.

"Why? Just why?" You weep, clinging to your bully's chest. "I though you wanted me, the miserable, stupid, worthless bitch that nobody loves, gone?"

"No, I love you. I'm an asshole for bullying you, but I should have dealt with my feelings for you in a better way. I want you to be mine. I want you to feel safe and loved with me."

"Well, it looks like you're the only one who loves me now."

"I want to say that's true, but I know your family and real friends love you."

You kiss Adin, and you both makeout like it's just you in the world. Maybe it's the lack of oxygen in your brain, but you enjoy every minute of his lips on yours.

"Can you stand up?" Adin asks, holding you tight.

"Yes, I think I can," You answer, grabbing your heels.

"Great, we can go to the hospital. Once you're ok, I can take you home or do whatever you want."

"Can we get some food on the way there?"

"Of course, my love."

Adin helps you into his car, and you two drive off into the night. You two silently sit in the ER, and eventually you're in a hospital bed.

~~~~~~

Two days after you are discharged from the hospital, Adin takes you back to the woods when the night begins to shine. Your prom dress is as good as new, and the high heels are just as clean.

"Adin, I thought I told you I didn't want to remember this night," You say as you look at the moonlight hitting the stream.

"I know you don't want to remember prom, so I'm remaking it into something better," Adin says, holding your hand as he guides you to the estuary. "Welcome to what I call the Night of Lovers."

Time slows as you look at the fireflies in jars strung onto tree branches. A small boombox is sitting on a mangrove root, and there's a trail of giant lily pads leading to weeping willow on a small island.

"How'd you do this?" You ask in shock.

"I asked some of my buddies to decorate this place while you were in the hospital," Adin admits, kissing your hand. "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? Yes!" You reply, jumping on Adin and kissing him passionately.

Adin spins you around a little and gently place you on the ground. He removes your shoes, and carries you princess style. He thought the wooden platforms underneath the lily pads would hold you both, but he was wrong. You both go crashing into the water, and you giggle. Adin carries you through the water, putting you on the small island. Music starts to play, and you two slowdance. You rest your head on his shoulder, taking in the smell of salt water on both of you. Adin's hand goes to your wet back keeping a firm hold. He kisses and dips you before leading you to the weeping willow with a blanket near the roots. There's a basket with two blankets.

"Adin, what's all this?" You ask, leaning your back on the willow.

"The best night of your life," Adin responds, kissing you again.

Your leg wraps around Adin's leg, and he kisses your neck. His hands pull down your zipper, and you slide to the blanket. Adin takes off your dress and his coat. He strips the rest of his clothes away, leaving a trail of kisses on your chest. You guide his head toward your crotch, and he looks at you eagerly. His tongue comes out and slowly licks your pussy.

"Adin!" You squeal, your thighs wrapping around his head.

Adin begins to lick your pussy faster, and your moans become erratic. He kisses your folds, and suddenly your stomach feels funny.

"Adin, I-I feel strange!" You cry, not knowing what to do.

"It's ok, baby! Just focus on the pleasure," Adin replies, returning to eating you out.

"Ah! Aha! Adin!" You moan, cumming on Adin's tongue.

His tongue pulls out of you, and you rest a little on the weeping willow. Adin swallows your cum, then gently tugs at your panties.

"If you want to end it here, I'm ok with that. I'm ok with anything you decide," Adin says, looking up at you.

"I wanna go further," You state, cupping his face.

Adin smiles and takes both his and your panties off. He puts you in missionary position, looking at you with love.

"Are you ready?" Adin asks, kissing your cheek.

"Yes."

Adin puts a condom on his dick, then slowly sticks his penis inside you, making you flinch. He waits for you to adjust, then puts the rest of himself inside you.

"Adin, it hurts," You cry, trying to get used to him.

"Do you want me to pull out?" Adin asks, holding both of your hands.

"Wait, no! Just give me a couple of minutes! I swear I'll be ready to continue! I promise!" You plead, making Adin sigh worriedly.

"Y/N, I don't want to hurt you during sex. I don't want to hurt you ever again."

"I know, but I want this."

Adin waits for you to be ready, then sees your head nod. He pulls out of you slightly, and thrusts softly.

"Hn!" You moan, arching you back. "Adin, more."

He stars to thrust at a moderate speed, sending you into bliss.

"Hgn! Ah! Y/N!" Adin moans, holding both of your hands.

He kisses you while thrusting, making you go crazy. Adin thrusts faster, and your body feels electric.

"Adin, I-I love you!" You cry out, feeling your high reaching its peak.

Adin stops moaning and thrusting.

"I love you too, darling," Adin says, feeling a shiver of pleasure move through his spine.

You both cum together, and stay together, for a minute. Adin kisses you, and you turn his single post sex kiss into a makeout session. Both of you leave hickies on each other, embracing your newfound love for each other.

Adin pulls out of you, and reaches into the basket for the second blanket. He places it over you, then cleans himself up. You look at him and want his touch again. You move closer to Adin, then throw the blanket on both of you.

"Let's stay here until the sunrise," You say, holding his arm.

"As you wish, my love," Adin replies, kissing your forehead.

The frogs and birds singing in the estuary lull the two of you to sleep. You fall asleep on Adin's chest with your lovely new boyfriend holding you tightly.

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xfgpng · 1 year

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𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧’ 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 -

— : [ nsfw ] fwb, name calling, rough sex, breeding kink. toxic kazutora (reader is toxic too)

— : wc : 1.5k

alcohol and feelings did not mix well. you can’t even count on one hand the amount of times you’ve said or done something stupid.

you said you were done with him. he always made you feel bad for sleeping with other people. your arrangement started out as a way to let off steam but he liked the attention women gave him and he’d purposely piss you off and try to make you jealous.

he was a hypocrite because anytime you tried to get with someone for a night, he’d be right there to ruin any potential hookup and it confused you. you two weren’t exclusively dating and you wouldn’t consider him a friend.

“what happened to you being done with me?” kazutora smirks, watching you walk over to the kitchen counter to get another drink.

“i’m not here for you” you scoff, not bothering to look at him. which is good because you don’t see him clenching his jaw in irritation.

“yeah?” he tilts his head to the side, “someone else invite you?”

“yeah” you grin, “ran did”

he scoffs and walks out the kitchen. you laugh and grab a shot. it burns going down and you know you should slow down if you don’t want to regret it the next day.

“you love testing his patience” yuzuha grins. she’s been your best friend since primary school and while the two of you spent a lot of time together, you rarely met her brothers friends until high school.

it wasn’t until a few months ago that you met kazutora. he was in jail for a while but you never really questioned it and since he and baji were cool now, whatever happened back then wasn’t any of your business.

you weren’t really into ran. he was good looking and you two got along fine but he wasn’t the one you wanted to be with and it frustrated you.

“let’s dance” ran whispers, glancing over at kazutora who was watching you intensely, “you seem tense”

you could already feel the warmth of the alcohol thrumming through your veins. you take a shot of something else yuzuha offers you before following ran to the middle of the room.

there was a lot of people scattered around the house, some people you didn’t know but kazutora was surrounded by a bunch of girls you recognised from college.

you roll your eyes when you make eye contact and he grins but it immediately turns into a glare when he sees ran place his hands on your hips.

he downs his drink and throws his red solo cup in the nearby trash before making his way through the bodies of people. you would scoff if you weren’t shocked.

“move” he says and ran sighs, stepping back and lifting his hands in surrender. he wasn’t about to have a fight in the middle of his living room. the cops being called wasn’t uncommon and the night was still young.

“we were just—”

“i don’t give a fuck y/n” he snaps, “you out here being a slut?”

“what’s it to you?” you scoff, “i don’t have to fucking explain a damn—”

he grabs your jaw, not enough to hurt but enough to shut you up. it pisses you off how easily he wins.

“you’re my girl” he says, “i don’t care about your little attitude”

“your girl just like them?” you ask and he chuckles

“so you are jealous?” he laughs, smugness returning to his face

“i wasn’t the one throwing a little bitch fit over a dance” you raise a brow and he squeezs your jaw a little harder

“you want to take this upstairs or are you going to keep pretending you don’t want me?” he asks, leaning closer to you. he knows you’re not drunk and he wishes he was. it was easier than dealing with the foreign feelings in his chest whenever he thought about you.

he liked you more than he cared to admit and it was obvious to just about everyone that knew you both.

“i’m not going upstairs with you just for you to go home with someone else after” you push him off you, “i’m serious, i’m done with you”

“you’ll never be done with me baby” he says, “we both know that and who the fuck said i wanted anyone else?”

you don’t say anything. he’s never mentioned other people since the two of you started your relationship in the first place.

“just… can we leave?” you ask, sighing, “i don’t wanna be here right now”

“did you drive here?” he asks and you shake your head

“get your bag from yuzuha and we can go” he signals for his car keys from chifuyu

the car ride isn’t awkward per say. you’re still upset and that last shot of tequila is making your eyes feel heavy. you have no doubt that you’re going to have the worst hangover tomorrow morning.

“do you have to always be so stubborn?” he asks when he stops at a red light. you weren’t even sure whose place you were headed to.

“you make me this way” you shrug

“y/n” he clenches his jaw, squeezing your thigh with the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel.

“you asked” you say softly. if there was one thing you enjoyed, it was riling him up. he didn’t get to mess with your feelings and confuse you the way he did. it wasn’t fair that you couldn’t stay away no matter how hard you tried.

“i’m fucking trying” he says after a moment, “i’m new to this shit and i don’t know what i’m supposed to do”

you glance over at him and can’t help but admire his side profile. he really was so handsome and the butterflies in your stomach was swirling so much that it made you feel nauseous. it also could’ve been the shots you took.

“i haven’t been in a serious relationship either” you sigh, “every relationship before you failed miserably and i don’t know if i can go through that again”

“so teach me” he says

“kazu—”

“i want to do better.. for you” he groans, “please, i want to be with you”

“we’re toxic” you laugh, trying to mask the way you’re smiling.

“yeah but i’d rather work on us than try and get with someone else” he rolls his eyes, “it’s easy to fuck around y/n, i don’t just want sex”

your head hurts as it hits the wall behind you. he’s not trying to hurt you on purpose but the kisses while trying to take your clothing off is proving to be difficult.

your dress isn’t even completely off when he slams you into the door and pulls your leg around his waist.

“wrap your arms around my neck baby” he whispers against your lips, “can’t wait”

you nod, kissing back with just as much force while he’s pulling his cock out. his pants isn’t all the way down but he doesn’t care. he needs to be inside you now.

“fuck” he grunts, your pussy clenching around his cock. your moans are his favourite sound and the little hiss as you grip his neck is his favourite.

it stings, the stretch still leaves you reeling. you both usually enjoy four play but sometimes you needed it to hurt. you wanted to feel it for days.

“i shouldn’t even let you cum” he scoffs, slapping your tits, pulling your dress down to pinch your nipples. you moan louder, eyes squeezing shut as he picks up his pace. the door keeps banging against the wall but you don’t want to stop.

“such a fucking whore” he groans, “so ready to give it up to ran huh?”

“no” you gasp, hands gripping his shoulders tightly. you hope it leaves marks.

“no?” he leans in to kiss you. it’s rough and sloppy and he keeps nipping at your lower lip. you can taste blood but it only makes you clench around him.

“want you” you cry out, “just you kazu, please”

“please what?” he grins, grinding his hips without moving. he loves teasing you and making you beg for him. he never thought he’d ever get this addicted to one person. it drives him crazy.

you drive him crazy.

his dick presses up against your cervix and it hurts so good. you feel so full and the slower he drags his cock inside you, the more you feel everything. he’s so big and wide and it has you throbbing between your legs.

“want to cum” you whimper, “need to”

he chuckles, grabbing your jaw to face him.

“open your eyes” he snaps, “i want you to look at who’s fucking you this good”

your eyes are glassy with unshed tears and he loves it. he only wants you crying for him like this.

“good girl” he kisses you softly. “just for me yeah?”

you nod your head, maintaining eye contact as you start to move your hips. it’s uncomfortable with the way you’re pressed against your bedroom door but he still moans.

“i’ll make you cum baby” he says, “so fucking hard”

“wanna fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum and then do it again” he thrusts up hard, “you want that?”

“yes” you moan, “want your cum”

you’d be embarrassed at the fact that you could barely speak but it felt so good that you didn’t really care. you just wanted all of him.

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cyraclove · 10 months

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I have mad writer’s block with all of my wips right now so please have this drabble about Eddie going prom dress shopping with Chrissy that I couldn’t get out of my head

Eddie pops another handful of M&Ms in his mouth as he glances at his watch.

He locks eyes with the same saleswoman that’s been hovering around the dressing room for the last hour, shooting her a crunchy, chocolatey grin. Eddie chuckles to himself when she purses her lips in obvious disgust and clacks away.

He’s lost count of how many dresses Chrissy’s tried on. They might live here now, in this Dillard’s at the mall. At least there’s an Orange Julius and a Mrs. Fields nearby. Bright side.

Eddie’s still not entirely sure how he ended up at the mall watching Chrissy try on dresses. For prom. The prom that she’s going to with Jason Carver, her walking wiener of a boyfriend.

It’s probably got something to do with the fact that he’s stupidly, pathetically in love with her.

Another Blondie song comes on overhead and the hiss of the same perfume sample being sprayed for the hundredth time makes Eddie’s eye twitch.

God, he’s getting a cluster headache. He needs a cigarette, like, yesterday.

“How’s it going in there, Chris?”

There’s shuffling and the soft clink of metal hangers from behind the flimsy curtain in front of him.

“This one’s too…poofy,” Chrissy says, a frown in her voice.

“The purple one? I thought you liked that one.”

“No, this is the dark green one.”

“The dark gr—I haven’t even seen that one yet. C’mon out, lemme look at it.”

“No, it’s too poofy,” she insists. “I look like…like broccoli.”

Eddie tosses his head back with a laugh despite trying his damndest not to. He can’t see her, but he knows she’s got that little crinkle above her nose that she gets when she’s grumpy. He can hear it.

“You’ll be the most beautiful vegetable at the dance,” Eddie teases. The little grumble he gets in response tugs at his heart.

Chrissy pokes her head out from the curtain to look at him, gathering it around her chest. Eddie can see just a sliver of her bare shoulder. His stomach actually flutters.

“Eddie,” Chrissy sighs, “this is serious. If I don’t find a dress this weekend, it’ll be too late.”

Chrissy disappears into her dressing room again. Eddie hears a zipper and wishes that he was made of taffeta.

“I’m gonna try on the blue one,” Chrissy tells him. “You liked that one, right?”

“Chrissy, I like them all,” he says honestly. I like them because they’re on you, he doesn’t add.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. You’re gonna look great in whatever you pick.”

There’s a pause in the rustling of fabric. Chrissy’s face appears again, baby blues rolling above a little smile. Her cheeks are pricked with the slightest hint of pink.

“You have to say that because you’re my best friend,” she says.

Eddie looks at her a minute, his eyes on hers. The tinny Muzak from out in the mall fades away and all he can hear is his blood rushing in his ears, the thump of his heart against his ribcage.

He could just tell her. Right now, with that stuffy saleswoman glaring at them from behind the cosmetics counter.

He could tell her and then he’d get to take her to the dumb prom, and it’d be the best night of his goddamned life.

But he doesn’t.

“Go on and try the blue one on before they close the mall and we get locked in here,” he jokes. He shoots her a smile that she returns before vanishing again.

His head aches.

“I’m sorry I’m taking so long,” Chrissy apologizes. “I really appreciate you coming with me.”

“Hey, of course. Anything for you, Cunningham. You know that.”

“It’s just…I know this sounds so stupid, but I really want my ‘Wow’ moment. You know?”

Eddie’s brow furrows. “Uh, you may need to give me a definition for that one.”

“Have you seen Footloose?”

“Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

Chrissy lets out a breath of a giggle. “Well, do you know the basic plot of the movie?”

“Think so,” Eddie muses. “Jesus good, dancing bad.”

“Essentially,” Chrissy laughs. “Anyway, there’s this part at the end after they finally convince the reverend to let them have senior prom. Kevin Bacon’s character—his name’s Ren—“

“Ren, okay.”

“Yeah, and he comes to pick Ariel up—that’s Lori Singer’s character. You know Lori Singer?”

“The blonde from, uh…Fate?”

“Fame. So, he comes to pick her up for the dance and he’s walking up to her front porch and he stops when he sees her standing there,” Chrissy continues, her voice airy, dreamy.

“And then he just…looks at her. Like he can’t believe that she’s real. That’s what I want.”

There’s a twinge in Eddie’s chest.

“Chris, Carver’s an idiot if he doesn’t—“

The end of Eddie’s sentence is snuffed out when Chrissy pulls back the curtain and steps out of the dressing room. His tongue is dry and his head feels fuzzy. The air leaves his lungs entirely as he takes her in, breathtaking in blue.

The neckline kisses her collarbone, sleeves fluttering at the edges at her shoulders. The shimmery fabric slopes along the contours of her body, coasting down the curve of her waist before splaying into the skirt.

Chrissy’s teeth dig into her lower lip as the corner of her lips quirk up. She shifts from one foot to the other, the wispy silk swaying gently just above her ankles.

“Well? What about this one?”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes, his heart in his throat. “I think that’s the one.”

#please help me my brain won’t work on the things I want it to #but it’ll do this #cyraclove writes #writers on tumblr #hellcheer #fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer fanfic

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 9 months

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Yo! Just saw your blog pop up on my reccomended feed to read and saw the fics you write! I love the portrayal of nonbinary and neopronouns in all your fics and thought, "hey, I'm a trans dude who uses enby pronouns, lemme read." So far, I'm in love!

If possible, may I request one for LoZ? I thought it'd be neat to read a fluff piece with Sidon x trans masc reader, who's perhaps a little clumsy and gets Sidon's help via dance lessons? 👀 I may request something with Ganondorf later so keep an eye out, anyways! Have a wonderful day/night/whatever time of day it is for you! Kachow!

Thank you very much! I hope you have yourself a wonderful day as well! Please enjoy your order~

Title: 1-2-3. 1-2--Oof!

Characters: Sidon x transmasc!reader

Contains: fluff <3, dancing

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

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"Alright, the steps are simple." Sidon cued the director, who tapped his baton.

As the music started, he put his hands into position on your waist and hand. You followed suit, grasping his hand and putting your hand on top of his arm due to his height.

How did you end up dancing with the Zora Prince? Well, you had always wanted to dance, but the instructions never felt clear. That being said, Sidon took it upon himself to being your teacher, especially after you asked if he knew how to dance. He wouldn't dare miss up a chance to give his assistance.

"One two three, one two three." The music was slow, and Sidon's steps were clear after he gave the instructions. Move your foot like so, one. Step down, two. Move your body. Three. Going this speed, it wasn't so bad. You could actually move with some semblance of grace. "Yes! Wonderful! You're doing amazing!"

Sidon's praise made your cheeks a rosy pink, a shy smile growing on your face. "I-It's still slow. This really isn't much."

"Shall we go faster?"

"W-Wait--"

Sidon raised a hand, signaling the director to pick up the speed. With increased tempo came increased movements.

"One two three, one two three."

"O-One two three, one t-two three."

You tried keeping up with Sidon, the slight increase of speed already messing with your stepping. Your legs became tangled, and while trying to fix it, you stepped on Sidon's feet.

"G-Gh!"

Panicked, you stumbled back, hands over your mouth. "I-I'm so sorry, your highness!"

Chuckling, Sidon hopped on his good foot for a moment, lifting the stomped one to gently rub at the spot. "N-No worries, friend! It all comes with learning!"

A sense of guilt began to wash over you. Was this a bad idea? Did Sidon think you were too clumsy at this point to learn? After all, you barely just now got the slow steps down. How were you supposed move faster after just learning that?

"Shall we try again?"

...Should you? You nervously rubbed your arm, shyly looking away. "I-I think...maybe this was a stupid idea..." You took a step away from him as he approached you with an equal step.

Sidon's face fell into a look of hurt. He was hurt by your words, but not on his behalf. It was more like a worry for you. You had merely asked for assistance, and the way you were changing your mind startled him. He motioned for the band and director to take a break, telling them that he'll come and get him when they were ready. As they did, you found a seat on a large, nearby rock, facing away from the prince. You sat there alone for some time until Sidon sat beside you on the ground.

"...You want to know something?" he asked softly. "When I was learning how to dance, I stepped all over my sister's fins"

You kept your gaze ahead, but you listened.

"Yes I was much shorter than her, yet I insisted on learning the proper way. Such an inistance led to her poor feet being covered in little bruises from me stepping on her. She offered to hold me and take me through the motions, but I told her I wanted to learn properly."

You wondered why he was telling you this. At the moment, it just wasn't clicking in your head.

Sidon looked over at you, giving you one of his comforting smiles. "What I'm saying is, no one is going to get things right away. There will be trials, there will be hardships, even with something as simple as dancing."

You started to understand, sighing out and rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. "I-I just...I don't want you to see me as some klutz...I want to seem elegant to you, match the energy you have..."

"Oh, my dear. I am far from what elegance you think I have." Sidon let out a chuckle, gently rubbing your back for reassurance. "Trust me, I often wish the same from my father, to be as elegant and dignified as him. I still work on it everyday."

Sidon? In a similar position as you? It felt impossible but...well...it did feel reassuring to not be alone. And he was right, these things take time after all.

"So...Shall we work on our steps again?" Sidon asked with a more signature grin of his, holding out his hand.

You gazed at the extended limb, sighing out with a small smile.

"Y-Yeah. Let's try again."

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #male reader #x transmasc reader #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #loz #prince sidon #sidon #sidon x reader

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sunny-likes-pokemon · 7 months

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Performance

Serena is planning her next performance and is completely stuck. Can her friends help her get out of her own head?

AO3 • ff.net

I absolutely love Showcases. They felt like actual dance competitions to me as someone who danced competitively in high school and college. As a performer myself, I related so much to those girls giving their all and improving their routines over their season, the costume troubles, the fun rivals, the weird ones who took everything way too seriously and weren’t fun at all. I’ll be honest, that’s probably why I like the Kalos adventure so much! It was very relevant to my life at the time.

I’ve read criticisms that the routines were “the same every time” and "boring" and I just want to be like—do you have eyes?? Can’t you see the gradual progression??? The growth of personal character and skill???? The changes that make such a big difference, culminating in a final performance reminiscent of and yet entirely evolved from the start????? Bah.

So this piece is dedicated to little me, full of anxiety but dancing her heart out anyways.

Serena sat with her head in her hands, thinking as hard as she could.

She’d gotten notes from the performance judges after her last showcase, but how in the world was she supposed to incorporate them?

One note had said her routine needed more ‘dimensionality,’ that she needed to use all the space available on the stage, including vertically, for the best effect. Another had said the rhythm of the transition during the bridge of the song needed to be improved.

And, most confusing of all, one note said that she was ‘overthinking’ her routine.

“What does that even mean?!” she screeched, burying her hands in her hair.

The Pokémon gathered nearby to eat lunch startled, Frogadier jumping to his feet with hands raised, Braixen whipping out her branch and looking for enemies.

“Serena?” called Bonnie from the campsite where she was watching Clemont make lunch. “Are you okay?” Ash, who had been watching the Pokémon, and Clemont, busy with cooking, looked at her as well, concern obvious on their faces.

“Oh, yes, just fine!” she called back, embarrassed that everyone witnessed her outburst. She had to leave, just for a bit, and pull herself together. “I’m just going to take a quick walk.” And she stood in a hurry and quickly walked away.

“Stupid, stupid,” she muttered, then took a deep breath. “Okay. One at a time. Timing.”

That just needed more training, right? The more she and her Pokémon worked together, the more in sync they’d be. They would have to practice every day, then practice until they couldn’t mess up. Then they’d be perfectly on beat.

“Okay, next. Dimensionality.”

She closed her eyes and imagined she was looking at the stage from the audience, but frowned and stomped her foot when she started mixing up directions in her head. “I need to see it,” she said, marching back to the camp.

“Clemont!” she shouted when she got close, still marching.

The inventor jumped and nearly dropped his ladle into the soup. “Y-yes?”

“Did you record my performance?” He hadn’t mentioned anything beforehand, but sometimes he did things like that to be prepared for ‘a situation precisely like this one!’

“Y-yes?”

She nodded and put her hands on her hips. “I need to see it. I need to see what those judges were talking about.”

“I’ll watch the soup, Clemont,” Ash said, standing up and taking the ladle.

The inventor was so startled that he didn’t even try to show her a ‘Performance Improver Prediction Machine’ or something. He just dug around until he found a tablet, loaded up the video, then handed it to her.

She sat down on the ground and started the video, studying it intently.

“Um, Serena?” Bonnie asked.

“Yes, what is it?” she asked, not looking up. There was the starting move from Braixen. Hm, maybe they could use Ancient Power to push it higher? No, that would change the shape of it too much. Could Braixen learn to increase her range?

“Don't you want to sit at the table…?”

Serena hummed absently and nodded. Pancham’s acrobatics were impressive close up, but diminished at a distance. How could he gain altitude? How far could he jump straight up?

“Notebook, notebook,” she muttered, reaching for her backpack. She didn’t find anything and realized she didn’t have it on.

“Here,” Ash said, handing her her bag.

Serena dug through the bag for a notebook and pencil, then started taking notes.

“How to visualize…?” she muttered, then started sketching out the ‘beats’ of the performance, the big moments she really wanted to linger on, as they currently were, then below that, how she could change them to make them more dynamic.

They had three minutes to perform, starting from the moment their music started, which was a few seconds after they took their starting poses on stage.

They had to keep the performance escalating through that whole three minutes, starting off interesting and keeping it that way before a finishing move that would be memorable—popular vote deciding the competition meant she had to stick out in some way.

“Serena, the soup’s getting cold,” Clemont said from nearby.

She hummed and nodded, then squeaked when someone plucked the pencil and notebook from her hands. “Hey!”

Ash didn’t look impressed. “Seriously, you need to eat. I’ll give them back when you’re done.”

She pouted and pushed herself up, dusting herself off and stomping to the table to sit. There was a bowl of soup waiting there for her, as well as some fruit in the middle to share and her water bottle.

She quickly shoveled the food into her mouth, grabbing her water bottle and a piece of fruit before standing up.

“Okay, done! Give them back!”

Ash did, his eyes wide. He gestured at his face. “Um, you’ve got some soup…”

But she had already gone, heading over to the shade of one of the big trees around the campsite and settling down. She had to figure this out.

—

Ash stood there, staring at Serena as she plopped herself down on the ground again.

“That…was Serena, right?” Bonnie said, scooting behind Ash and holding Dedenne close as if to keep him safe. “She didn’t get possessed or…or body-swapped?”

Clemont shrugged. “I guess she must be really excited about working on her routine.” He started to clean up from lunch and Ash quickly shook off his confusion and helped.

Usually, Serena was the last of them to finish eating, taking her time and talking and laughing, and she always helped clean up.

Ash had hoped to move further that day, closer to his next gym, but Serena didn’t seem to realize anything else was going on, focused entirely on rewatching her performance and taking notes. The day dragged on and on, and Ash eventually had to admit they wouldnt be going any further. “I guess we’re camping here tonight,” he told the others, who looked over at Serena with concern. Camping here was okay with him. It wasn’t like gym battles were on a set schedule like showcases were (even if he did want to get there as soon as possible). He, like Clemont and Bonnie, was kind of worried about Serena, though.

They set up their tents, the boys helping Bonnie with the girls’ tent, then got ready for bed. Some nights they all played a card game or something before going to sleep, but as one-fourth of their group was so frantically occupied, none of them were really feeling it. So Ash said his final ‘good night’ to his Pokémon and returned them to their Pokéballs to rest (except for Pikachu, who had already snuggled up in his sleeping bag). Then he put his hands on his hips and frowned at Serena, still scribbling away. At least she was sitting at the table now.

“Serena,” he said, walking over to her, “it’s time for bed.”

“Just gotta…figure this…” she mumbled.

He sighed. He understood. He did. And he’d had friends have this problem, before, too—hyper-focusing on planning it ‘just right’ and not taking breaks when needed, not doing what they’d planned.

So he sat across from her and drummed his fingers on the table until she looked up at him, blinking, her eyes bloodshot.

“Ash?” she asked, her voice a bit rough. “What’s up?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You. It’s bedtime.”

She scoffed. “No, it’s barely even…” She seemed to notice the dark of the sky then, how Ash was in his pajamas and the others already gone to sleep. “Oh. I guess it is.” She bit her lip and looked down at her notes. “But…but I need to…”

Ash sighed and propped his head up on his hand. It looked like a little more help was needed. “What are you struggling with?” She blinked at him in confusion and he waved at her notes. “I’ve had friends compete in things like this before. I have, too, but just for fun.” He scratched his cheek. “Maybe it won’t be the best help, but I’ll help you.”

Serena smiled at him, her shoulders finally relaxing. “Really?” He nodded, preparing himself for a long night. Then Serena yawned, covering it with her hand and then blinking slowly. “Oh, wow, I’m tired. Um, would you be okay to help me tomorrow?”

A bit relieved, he nodded again. “Absolutely.”

He stayed up while Serena got ready for bed, not wanting to leave her alone in case she decided she wanted to work some more. She did go right to bed, though, waving goodnight to him before joining Bonnie in the girls’ tent.

The next day, Serena seemed to be back to her usual self, helping Clemont with breakfast and making Bonnie laugh with a story about her and Rhyhorn when she was very little. They got back in the road, and then Serena came up to him.

“Um, are you still okay to help me?” she asked.

He pumped his fist. “Of course! What do you need?”

She brought out her notebook, but paused and chewed on her lip. “When you said you competed in something like performances, what did you mean?”

So he explained contests to her, how the trainer was called a coordinator and specifically showed off Pokémon moves and the health of the Pokémon themselves, and then battled another Coordinator in a flashy way. Also, all scores were all decided by judges and not the audience.

“Interesting,” she said softly, tapping her lips with her pencil. “So they don’t do routines?”

Ash frowned. “Well, I mean, kind of, but they’re much shorter and not set to a specific song. Not very many moves, either. Sometimes just one! They also don’t do the same routine, but come up with new ones each time. They weren’t as…it’s like…ah, buddy, what am I not explaining right?”

Pikachu crossed his tiny arms as he thought, then jumped off his shoulder and got into a ready stance, nodding at him. Ash laughed. “Alright, a demonstration it is!” He closed his eyes, remembering the moves he’d used before and what he’d learned since then. Then he shrugged and called out, “Okay, Pikachu, Electro Ball, straight up!” Once it was in the air, he called, “Thunderbolt at it, then smash them both with Iron Tail!” What resulted was an explosion of sparks and energy, and a very charged-up Pikachu.

“Pika!!” Pikachu cried, eyes wide and grin wider.

“Wow!!” Bonnie cheered, running up to them. “That was so cool, Pikachu!!” Dedenne cheered as well, scampering around Pikachu.

Ash laughed at his little electric mouse, all fluffed up and sparking like a very hyper puff-ball. “Pikachu, Thunderbolt to get rid of all that static!” He looked back at Serena as Pikachu fired off a bolt into the sky and shrugged again. “Sorry, contests weren’t my thing. We probably would have gotten points off for all that static build up making Pikachu look silly. Some contests wouldn’t have allowed three moves. And there would have been a bit more planning, but that sort of thing.”

She tilted her head. “So, a coordinator just calls out a couple moves that their Pokémon practiced? They don’t all perform together?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Coordinators kinda just stand there. They usually have nice outfits, but it wasn’t a requirement.”

She hummed and thought for a moment. “Well, I guess it’s not my part I have questions about.” Then she opened her notebook and showed Ash the drawings she’d made of a stage, tiny figures in various poses with move effects surrounding them. “One of the judges said I needed to use the vertical space more, so I was trying to think of different ways to get everyone’s moves to go farther.” She sighed. “I don’t know if you can train for that, though.”

“Well, you could have them launch themselves off of Pancham’s Stone Edge and then use their moves to get themselves higher into the air,” he said. “They both could do that, right? And then they could do something flashy while they’re up there.”

“Hm, yeah,” she said, turning to a new page and scribbling a few words there. “Maybe Braixen could blast herself up…”

Ash nodded, trying to think of cool moves he’d seen in his various battles. They continued to talk, throwing out ideas of different ways to add to or change Serena’s routine. Once Bonnie figured out what they were doing, she joined in, although she quickly got distracted imagining how Dedenne could perform. (And then Clemont joined in, too, when Bonnie seemed to think Dedenne could learn Flying Type moves.)

They didn’t make it to a Pokémon Center that day, so they found another spot to camp for the night. Serena seemed much more relaxed, actually joining them for dinner and helping set up camp.

It was only after Bonnie and Clemont had both gone to sleep (Clemont had made a new invention which had exploded spectacularly and then said he was going to bed early) that Ash realized Serena was bent over her notebook again at the table, scribbling away.

He sighed. He’d hoped their planning session would have relaxed her. He was kind of tired…would it be better to let Serena figure out how bad an idea it was to stay up late on her own? Would she even notice, though?

And then he heard a little sniff and saw Serena rub one eye, then a few more sniffs as she rubbed her arm across her face. She was crying?!

He grabbed his handkerchief from his bag and hurried over to her, sitting beside her and holding out the square of cloth.

“Thanks,” she said in a rough, quiet voice. “Sorry. I’m sorry.” She kept crying. She used the handkerchief to muffle the few sobs that tried to get through.

Ash frowned, trying to think of something to do or say. He shouldn’t just let her cry, right? When he got upset, he stormed off and brooded for a while. Except when he was at home, where his mom wouldn’t let him mope—she’d drag him into making dinner with her or playing a video game or watching a rerun of his favorite Pokémon battles until his problems didn’t seem so big. And if he was really upset, she’d sit with him and hug him until he felt better. There wasn’t exactly a kitchen, game system, or TV around, though, so he couldn’t do those things for Serena (he also didn’t know if she liked video games, and she probably would want to watch something other than battle reruns). He could hug her, though. So he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her.

She squeaked and went very rigid. “A-Ash?!”

“It’s okay,” he said, patting her back and trying to remember what his mom had said to him in these situations. “It’s going to be okay.”

She slumped against him. “Why can’t I think of anything on my own?” she whispered. “I can’t just use your ideas all the time. Why…?”

Oh. Well, that made sense. “You’re thinking too hard about it.”

A groan was her response. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Have you thought about anything else these past couple days?”

“I mean…no, not really.” Then she straightened and narrowed her eyes at him. “And hard to believe you’re telling me that, Mr. Battle-Every-Trainer-That-Makes-Eye-Contact.”

He shrugged. “I know this stuff. Sometimes I use what I know.” Then he frowned. “I don’t battle every trainer.”

“But you want to.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong . “We’re getting off track. You can’t just think about one thing all the time. You’ll paralyze yourself. Do lots of things, think about lots of things.” He sighed and looked around at their little campsite. “That’s one of the reasons I like traveling with people. I get too caught up in my own head otherwise.”

She snorted lightly. “You? Really?”

He smiled wanly. “Yeah, I’m…not the best on my own.”

She had been smiling as if expecting a joke, but it faded as she seemed to realize he was serious. “But you always come off as so confident and mature…”

Ash barked out a laugh, genuinely surprised. “Really?” He didn’t feel any different than he had when he first set off on his journey years ago, and he knew he’d been a brat back then, all big dreams and desperation to prove he had what it took to be a good trainer. Then again, he’d learned so much since then, met so many people and seen so many things, traveled all around the planet and had more adventures than any kid could ask for. It would have been stranger if he hadn’t changed at least a little bit. “If I’m so wise and mature, then you should listen to me and go to sleep. Sleep isn’t something you can miss and still function normally.”

Rolling her eyes, Serena closed her notebook. “Fine, fine.” She went to stand up, but paused and then sat down again, a small frown on her face as she looked at the handkerchief in her hand.

“…Serena?”

Her eyes met his briefly, her expression unreadable. Then she smiled, bright as could be, and held the square of cloth out to him. When he went to grab it, she put her hand over his, her gaze practically burning into his. “You’re incredible. You’ll reach your dreams and go even further beyond them. I know you will.”

Before he could say anything, she walked away and off to her tent. He didn’t move for a while, just sitting there, confused as could be.

But…it made him really happy that she believed in him. She’d been traveling with him long enough to see the kind of guy he was, and apparently she still thought he could reach his dreams, no matter how big.

He believed in her, too. Once she stopped worrying so much and found her groove again, he had no doubt she’d go on to be the best performer Kalos had ever seen. He couldn’t wait to see it!

#amourshipping #satosere #my writing

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disneyanddisneyships · 1 year

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@gyubby99 okay I wanted to figure out how alastor would react to Aponi's birthday.. so like..... :D

No triggers. Happy things.

I'm actually so obsessed with this rn

"Angel, my friend, why are you bustling about? Shouldn't you be at work?" Alastor asked when he walked into the hotel that morning.

"I took the day off. It's a big day!" Angel replied as nifty walked in to clean the hotel.

"It sure is! Oooh! Angel did you get her favorite flowers?" Nifty asked.

"Ofcorse I did, toots! Didja tell her to go to the store?" Angel asked as well.

"Yep! I told her to get all kinds of fake things so she should be out for a while!" Nifty replied as she dusted.

"Who, may I ask, are we tricking?" Alastor asked with a raised eyebrow.

Angel just looked at him as if he was on another planet. "Shes YOUR performer. What ya didn't know when her birthday was? All you do is fuckin stalk her," Angel replied with a smirk.

"Birthday? She never told me. I wasn't aware they were still a big thing for the girl!" Alastor argued.

"The woman died at 19, of course they're a big deal to her still," Angel stated.

"19?" Alastor repeated. He didn't know that either.

"I'm assumin that means ya didn't get her a gift? Ya can't piggyback off'a me and Cherri's. We both pitched in and it was from our hearts," Angel explained.

"No need, my feminine fellow! Say... what activities does she like?" Alastor asked.

"Uhhh well.... she's a ballerina. And last I checked, her ballet shoes were shit. But I dunno how ya'd find ballet shoes in hell. Good luck, strawberry pimp," Angel stated as he walked out of the door.

"No need to worry, Alastor! I'm sure you'll find something! Although Charlie already got her a necklace with a butterfly on it, vqggie already got her some weapons, and husk already got her some of her favorite tea! But I'm sure you'll find something to get her!" Nifty ranted.

Alastor shook his head in amusement before walking out of the hotel. And walking to the cannibal colony to Rosie.

An hour later Aponi almost walked into the door when she was stopped.

"Ya can't come in! Here! Your ballet shoes! Go do that!" Angel shouted at her as he shoved her shoes into her face.

Aponi sighed and smiled at her amazing friends. Of course she knew about the party. And when Angel went to find her when they were ready, that would be fine.

She took her shoes and walked to the dance studio just behind the club she performed at for fun.

She hummed as she laced up her shoes.

As she stood up she walked over to the radio to turn the music on, complete with "the greatest showman" disc she stole from a shop nearby.

As the music began Aponi took her place and began dancing with the moves she created as a young child when experimenting with the song.

As she danced, she wasn't able to hear someone walking into the studio. Not even the static from his microphone notified her.

He took a seat in the dark as he watched her in wonder, and something else he couldn't place... he never was one for emotions.

As the music picked up, Aponi gave two advanced spins on her tiptoes before she jumped in a pirouette.

Her eyes were closed and alastor could tell it was as if she herself was the music.

He wondered why she had never told him about how she could dance like that. In fact, for all the stuff he though he knew, he really knew nothing about her.

In the middle of the song however, there was a loud cracking and Aponi fell.

"Ah! Shit!" She called out before taking her broken shoe off. "Damn it! You were hard to come by ya know!" She yelled at her own shoe.

"Having some trouble, darling?" Alastor asked.

"Oh. Hey. My stupid shoes just broke. 15 years of having them. On earth and in hell. And they break because of a stupid misstep that I've made for years," Aponi complained as Alastor helped her up gently.

"Ah I see. You're a very talented dancer, my dear!" Alastor exclaimed as he admired the clothes aponi was in.

"Thanks. I've been doing it since I was 8. My mom made me sighn up," Aponi explained before taking a drink if water. "I'd tell you to try it, but you're much too skinny," Aponi teased.

"I could if I wanted!" Alastor argued.

"I disagree!" Aponi replied as she put her coat on.

Alastor was silent for a moment. "Happy birthday!" He perked up.

Aponi's eyes widened.

"Oh... thanks... I'm assuming Angel told you?" Aponi asked.

"Correct, my friend!" Alastor replied.

"Yeah. He found out about my birthday months ago and swore on the devil himself that he'd throw me a party every year i was down here," Aponi explained with a small smile.

"Ah I see. How old would you have been?" Alastor asked.

Aponi smiled. "I would've been 22 this year...." she muttered.

Although alastor was smiling, he could sense the sorrow in her eyes. He had figured she had killed herself, due to the mark on her neck, but he still didn't know why.

"Ah how wonderful!" He exclaimed, not being one for emotions. Besides. She was just someone he could use to get what he wanted. Wasn't she?

The two of them walked back to the hotel in one another's company. It was the longest they've ever spoken to one another and Alastor had no idea that she was so funny.

The doors opened to the hotel and out popped every single one of aponi's friends.

"Suprise!" They all called in unison.

Aponi gasped. "You guys! This is so sweet!" She shouted, acting suprised even though she knew about the party.

alastor smirked. She could lie fairly well. It was impressive.

"Happy birthday toots! Cherri and I have som'n for ya!" Angel exclaimed as he gave Aponi a box.

"Open it or I will!" Cherri pushed with a smile on her face.

Aponi giggled before pulling out a beautiful orange dress.

"Oh, Angie! It's beautiful! Thank you Cherri! I love you guys!" Aponi cried out before hugging her best friends.

"Here, I got you thus to go with it!" Charlie exclaimed before handing aponi a small jewelry bag.

Inside, there was a small, real Monarch butterfly encased in amber on a necklace chain.

"Charlie.... how did you...?" Aponi trailed off as she looked at it. She hadn't seen a real butterfly in 3 years, and none of the others have seen one in longer.

"I practically begged my mother by blowing up her phone. I never got a call back, but in the mail this morning, there it was!" Charlie explained.

Aponi smiled as she hugged Charlie.

"Thank you!" She stated, before the group made rheur way over to the couch so they weren't just standing there.

Alastor hung out in the corner of the room.

"Mines next!" Vaggie exclaimed as she pushed a medium sized box into Aponi's arms.

"Oh my goodness!" Aponi stated excitedly as she opened it to reveal knives and guns with butterflies painted on them. "They're beautiful!" Aponi smiled.

"Here's mine," husk stated as he gave Aponi his gift.

"Tea!" Aponi gasped as she immediately smelled it. "Caffinated?" She asked.

"Yep!" He replied.

"Thank you so much!" Aponi stated.

"My gift was the decorations!" Nifty exclaimed.

"And you did a wonderful job! Thank you all so much! You really didn't need to do all of this for me," Aponi stated with a large smile.

"The day isn't over yet! Come on! Nifty also made cake!" Charlie exclaimed as she and the rest of the group stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"You comin?" Angel asked alastor.

"I'll be back later tonight. I have some.... duty to attend back in the cannibal colony," Alastor replied before walking out of the hotel.

Hours later, it was dark and the party was over. Aponi made her way back to her room to out away her things when she heard a knock.

"Come in!" She called out.

Alastor walked in and cleared his throat when he saw her.

She had a black nightgown on that sat lightly on her body.

"Oh. Hey Alastor. What's up?" She asked as she brushed her hair.

"I have a gift for you, my dear!" He replied before handing her a box.

"Oh? Thank you!" She stated as she opened it gently. She gasped, and a smile made itself known on her face. "Alastor? Oh they're beautiful! Ballet shoes!" She exclaimed. "How did you know my shoe size?" She asked.

"I noticed it on the bottom of your old shoes. I had a good friend make them. Under such short notice, it costed quite a bit, but it was worth it for you, my dear!" He explained.

Aponi blushed and smiled. "Thank you, Alastor,"

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liaaacantwrite · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Series)

Chapter Three: Tainted Love

part one! part two!

The music was way too loud. (Y/N) fought the urge to cover her ears as she made her way through the crowd, angrily searching for anyone she knew.

It had been way past 5 minutes.

Billy had gotten distracted at the mention of beer pong, which had somehow turned into shots, which had then turned into intimidating Steve.

She had danced with Nancy for a song or two, but something was seriously upsetting her friend, causing her to run off when Steve walked up.

“What’s up with Nance?” She’d asked, grabbing onto Steve’s arm for support. She’d had a few too many drinks while aimlessly walking around and was starting to feel the effects.

“We had dinner with Barb’s parents and she’s just feeling really guilty.” Steve sighed as she took another sip from her plastic cup.

“Shit, that sucks. You wanna talk about it?”

“Nah, it’s alright. Thanks, though.”

“Listen, come find me in 20 minutes and if I’m still here, I need you to take me home.” She looked up at her annoyed friend who just shook his head.

“Fine. But just this once. I’m not a taxi.” He squeezed her shoulder and walked off in search of his girlfriend.

She filled her cup again and was in the middle of chugging it when someone tapped her shoulder.

“Hey.” Jonathan appeared beside her.

“Hey, buddy!” She had a huge grin on her face, drunken arms slinging around her lifelong best friend. “Have some drink.” She offered her almost empty cup to him, but he gently shook his head.

“I have to drive, stupid. Where’s Billy?”

Seemingly at the mention of his name, a huge roar of excitement sounded from the backyard.

“New keg king!”

“Hargrove beat Harrington!”

“Billy’s the best!”

Jonathan grabbed his very drunk friend’s hand and led her near the commotion.

Billy, shiny with beer and likely sweat, was grinning. He was really just soaking up all of the attention from the other people at the party. Also, he was pretty drunk.

“I don’t think he’s your ride home anymore.” Jonathan turned to her.

“Steve’s…Nancy…car.”

“How much did you drink?” He led her over to a nearby lawn chair, kneeling next to her as she sat.

“Several.” She stared blankly ahead, not really responding other than verbally.

“Okay, you stay right here, I’m going to go find some water. Please, for the love of god, stay here.”

He tried to get a response out of her, but she just stared at the pool in front of her.

“Jesus. Okay.” He headed inside, on a mission.

She didn’t move, lost in her thoughts. How did she even get here? And where was here? Tina’s? Stephanie’s? It definitely wasn’t somewhere she’d been before.

“Hey, princess.” Billy had finally spotted her. He hadn’t meant to abandon her, but it had been a long ass time since he had a drink. He thought she was following him, but clearly she wasn’t.

“Billy.” She glanced up, barely registering who stood in front of her.

“Seems like you got into the punch, huh?” He was feeling pretty drunk, if he was honest. Honestly, he’d never had a problems with drinking and driving before, but he really didn’t want her as his passenger. Just in case.

“Billy, I’m tired.” She started to lay back on the lawn chair.

“Don’t fall asleep, doll. They already got someone.” He pulled her back to a sitting position.

At Hawkins, it was a regular thing to mess with the people who fell asleep at parties. They’d thrown someone in the pool and stolen the clothes of another guy.

“Billy, I have a really important question.” She looked up at him with pleading, round eyes. She grabbed his hand and pulled him slightly closer, as if she was telling him a secret.

“What?” He sat next to her, the chair straining with the weight of two people.

She looked so serious, so intimidating that he felt himself sober up slightly with anxiety. What did she want to know? Anything, he would tell her without hesitation. Except his body count, and maybe he’d keep the stuff with Neil to himself for awhile longer.

“What’s your favorite color?”

Billy chuckled to himself.

“Red.”

Jonathan burst into the backyard, beelining for (Y/N).

“It was fucking impossible to find a goddamn bottle of water. Hey, Billy.” Jonathan knelt next to her, handing her the lukewarm bottle.

“It’s not cold.” She frowned, struggling to open it.

“Give it here.” Billy took the bottle gently from her hands, cracked open the top, and handed it back to her.

“Heard about the keg stand. You beat Harrington?” Jonathan was pretty happy Steve got knocked down a peg, though he’d never admit it to anyone besides the very drunk girl in front of him.

“Wasn’t too hard. You ever done one?”

“A keg stand? No. This is my first time, uh, partying.”

“It’s not as fun as it looks. I just gotta keep my reputation.” Billy grabbed a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it.

“It’s a lot louder than I thought.”

“It’s a bunch of drunk and horny teenagers, of course it’s loud.”

“Yeah. Not really my scene, I guess.” Jonathan stood and started to grab (Y/N)’s hand.

“No, I want to stay.” She pulled her hand back and glared at him.

“It’s like 11:30, I have shit to do tomorrow.” Jonathan pinched his nose in frustration.

“I can stay with her if you want. Take her home.” Or arrange a ride, at least. Billy really needed to sober up if he was going to drive her. He internally berated himself for drinking so much when he was her ride. What was he thinking?

“You sure? I would take her, but I really have to be up early.”

“It’s not a problem, man. I don’t think she’s ever had this much to drink, yeah?”

“I don’t think she’s ever had any.”

She lazily rested her head on Billy’s shoulder, snuggling into his arm. He could have sworn his heart grew three sizes.

“I’ve got the party girl. You go.” He waved Jonathan off.

“Thanks, man.”

Billy sat with her for a bit longer, just enjoying the moment. He was really trying not to be so sappy, but she made it difficult. It had been awhile since a girl had trusted him this much, drunk or sober. He was so used to just being a quick fuck, some conquest to tell their friends about. He really liked the sense of normalcy his new friend gave him. He felt like an actual person, like he was allowed to have thoughts and feelings and opinions.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked him his favorite color.

“Thanks, Billy.” She said softly into the leather of his jacket.

He was about to ask what she was thanking him for when they were interrupted.

“(Y/N), let’s go.” Steve marched up, trying to ignore Billy staring daggers at him.

“Harrington?” Billy was slightly shocked, not even knowing you two knew each other.

“I’m her ride and I’m ready to go.”

She looked up at Steve and grinned.

“Steven Harrington!” She tried to stand, eventually falling back down onto the chair. “S’been 20 minutes?”

“It’s been 10, but we gotta go.” He held out his hand for her to grab.

“Are you guys friends?” Billy asked, hating how juvenile he sounded.

“Long story, but yeah. She asked me to take her home.” She grabbed Steve’s hand and stood up, wobbling slightly. She had to grab onto his jacket for stability.

“Bye, Silly Billy.” She giggled to herself at his new nickname, and if he wasn’t so annoyed with Harrington for whisking her away, he would have smiled.

“See you Monday.” He sighed as she walked (more like stumbled) across the backyard, hanging off of Steve.

He pulled himself together and went to get another drink.

*****

“Good morning, sunshine!” Hopper flung open (Y/N)’s curtains, light flooding the room.

She groaned, burying herself in her pillow.

“Have a bit of a headache? Feel like throwing up?” He sat on the edge of her bed, speaking way too loudly.

“Dad, please.” Even talking made her head pound.

“Please what? Make you some eggs and bacon?”

She groaned again at the sound of such greasy food.

“What’s wrong?” Eleven appeared in the doorway, concerned.

“Your sister had way too much to drink last night and is feeling the consequences.”

Steve had caved when Hopper had almost started interrogating him last night. There was no real way to get her home safely, as she had passed out in his car, leaving him with no other choice but to call the police station, who connected him to Hopper, who had met him at the edge of the woods with an angry expression.

“Dad, just leave me alone.”

He walked out, smiling to himself as he headed to the kitchen. He wasn’t really upset that she drank, and was actually pretty happy that she was a normal teenager for a night. Still, he enjoyed annoying his daughters.

“Did you have fun?” Eleven walked into the room, closing the curtains.

“Not really. I don’t remember much.” (Y/N) slowly sat up, patting the spot next to her.

Eleven sat and stared at her older sister.

“I think someone got thrown in the pool. And someone else broke a window.”

Eleven gasped.

“Apparently that’s normal at those kind of events. My friend goes all the time and he says it’s not a party until someone calls the cops.”

“Can I paint your nails before you sleep at your friend’s house?”

For some reason, El absolutely adored painting nails. She’s even convinced Hopper to let her paint his toes, but he drew the line at fingers.

“Of course. Go pick a color.”

While El decided (she eventually picked green), (Y/N) sat in deep contemplation. What the hell had happened last night? She remembered driving with Billy, who then left her once they got there. She knew she asked Steve to drive her home, and Jonathan had showed up at some point. She also remembered the feeling of leather, and some weird connotation with the color red that she couldn’t really remember.

At the Hargrove house, Billy was also waking up with a hangover, only he wasn’t in his bed. He’d fallen asleep on the floor, sitting upright in front of his bedroom door. Sometimes, when he was especially paranoid that his father would come in, he’d stay up all night blocking the entrance to his room. He’d come home sometime around 1 in the morning, something his dad most certainly didn’t approve of, and was greeted with a lecture. Only, Neil’s lecture were more than verbal. His headache was only exacerbated by the dark, littered bruises now forming on his face.

There was a small, timid knock on the door.

“Billy?” Max, his younger stepsister, called softly. “He’s gone now.”

Max had a very complicated relationship with Billy. She yearned for the sibling bond that she saw other kids had, wanted to know more about the older boy living in her house. But he could just be so fucking mean sometimes! He’d drive too fast, play his music too loud, smoke too much. He liked to tease her, make her cry when they were younger. But sometimes, on very rare occasions, usually after a particularly rough beating from Neil, she’d see a softer side of Billy. She’d see the Billy who quietly bandaged himself up. The Billy who handed her a grilled cheese without a single word. The Billy who would ask her if she wanted to go for a drive, usually ending up at an ice cream parlor. They’d sit in silence, her eating Cherries Jubilee, him with Rocky Road. He’d let her pick the movie at the video store sometimes and would only complain after it was finished. And on the rarest days, she’d hear him crying. It made him seem human to her, like he actually had feelings under that rough exterior he loved to show off.

“Thanks, Max.” He tried to get off the floor, but his head was pounding too hard.

“Do you want breakfast?” She didn’t know if she was pressing her luck or not, but he was probably pretty hungry. He’d left before dinner the previous night.

“Sure, toast is great.” The words felt so heavy, so difficult to say. He had said 6 words all morning and his throat was sore like he’d been screaming a novel.

He remembered he drank a lot more after (Y/N) left. He’d made out with some girl he didn’t remember the name of and almost got in a fight. It was like whenever his friend wasn’t around, he was back to his old self. He’d known her about a week and he could already feel his dependency growing, which he absolutely hated.

He struggled to get dressed, changing out of the beer stained clothes and into softer pajamas.

“Your toast is ready!” Max called from the kitchen.

He stopped by the bathroom, checking his face. A few bruises, dark circles, and messy hair. He looked absolutely wrecked.

He made his way to the kitchen and sat at the table, Max across from him. Usually on Saturdays their parents would go to the movies and out to some bars. The kids pretty much always had the house to themselves on the weekends.

They sat in silence, barely even looking at each other.

“You think this shithole town has ice cream?”

*****

Robin waited somewhat patiently outside the animal shelter for her best friend. Her shift had actually just ended, and Hopper was going to drive them to the movies where Robin’s mom would pick them up later. She drew a little more on her shoes, the red converse littered with markings. She’s finished the book she’d brought during her shift and now she was just trying to keep herself busy.

“Jesus, what is taking so long?” She looked at her watch, seeing it was 20 past the agreed time.

Finally standing up, Robin had decided maybe she should just wait inside when the garish police van turned into the parking lot. She quickly gathered her things.

“Sorry! He woke me up later than I asked him to.”

“Who’s the one who went out partying all night?”

“You went partying?”

“Ugh!”

Robin actually thought Hopper was pretty funny, but she would never admit that to (Y/N), as they recently started to argue a lot.

“That Harrington kid looked terrified when he was dropping you off.” Hopper took a drag of his cigarette as he waited for Robin to get buckled in.

“Eww, you let that asshole drive you home? He gets bagel crumbs all over the floor.” Robin gave Hopper a thumbs-up, signaling it was okay to start driving.

“Y’know, he’s actually really nice. You should try talking to him one day.”

“Literally never.”

They drove for a bit, chatting with Hopper and trying not to bring up the party, which is what Robin was really curious about.

“Bye, Dad! See you tomorrow!” (Y/N) called as Hopper drove off.

“Okay, tell me about the party. What happened? Did you get drunk? Was Billy there? Oh, my god, did you kiss Steve? Wait, isn’t he with that Wheeler girl? Also, why didn’t you invite me?”

“I didn’t kiss Steve! He’s with Nancy, it’s just that Billy was my ride and he got wasted, so I asked Steve for a ride. And I didn’t invite you because I wasn’t even invited, Billy dragged me along.”

“Did you get drunk?”

“Totally. I barely even remember what happened.”

“Ooh, you’re wild!”

The girls linked arms and walked into their movie showing, grateful they found each other.

*****

The next few days were weird. Eleven had snuck out, causing a huge blowout argument between herself and Hopper, and Jonathan hadn’t come to school. (Y/N) had stopped by the Byers’ house to check on him, but Joyce very quickly and kindly ushered her away, stating everything was fine.

She was alone inside the animal shelter when a red sedan pulled up rather quickly. Two voices were heard arguing as they walked up to the door.

“She knows a lot of shit about animals, okay?” Someone who sounded a lot like Steve Harrington pulled open the door to the shelter.

“(Y/N)! Hey!” Steve, and very surprisingly, Dustin walked in.

“Dustin?” She stepped out from behind the counter, walking toward the unlikely pair. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Look, it’s a long story, but—” Dustin started before Steve interrupted.

“Basically, he found a lizard thing in his trash can and tried to keep it as a pet and then it ate his cat and now it’s larger. Oh, and he thinks it’s a baby demogorgon.” Steve had his hands on his hips as he explained.

“Why do you think it’s a baby demogorgon?” She frowned and crossed her arms.

“Because his face opened up and he ate my cat!” He sounded so annoyed and exasperated.

“I’m allowed to ask questions! Like, why are you guys coming to me?”

Last year, she hadn’t been much help when it came to defeating the demogorgon. Honestly, she was more like a bodyguard for the kids, carrying an exhausted Eleven around when Jonathan and Nancy went to the Byers house.

“You work with animals? You’ve got the most knowledge on catching one.” Dustin stated like it was obvious.

She considered for a moment. Yeah, she did know the most about animals, but she wasn’t exactly the dog catcher. Either way, they definitely needed help, so she ran to the back, clocked out, and grabbed the net used for catching strays.

“Either of you have a change of clothes? I’m not getting demogorgon juice on my good scrubs.”

“I’ve got a basketball uniform in my car.”

“That works.”

The trio made their way to Steve’s car, (Y/N) locking up the shelter on her way out. They were closing in 30 minutes anyway, so it didn’t really matter. She put the net in his trunk, exchanging it for the gym bag he had in there. As she slid into the backseat, she started to undress.

“Either one of you look at me and I’m feeding you to Dustin’s lizard.”

They kept their eyes forward as she quickly changed into the Hawkins High basketball uniform, rolling the socks as high as she could. It was still November in Indiana, but it was much warmer than the night she tried to walk home.

“There’s a hoodie somewhere back there, too.” Steve gestured randomly toward the backseat as he began to drive.

“So, where are we headed?” She folded her clothes, neatly placing them next to her and pulling on Steve’s hoodie.

“My house. He’s locked in my storm cellar.” Dustin finally turned around, looking at (Y/N).

They weren’t not friends, they just didn’t interact much. Growing up, she had always been at the Byers’ house with Jonathan, so she’d grown familiar with Will and his friends as well. Sometimes she’d buy them a pizza, and she always gave the birthday gifts that were actually cool. One year, when he was 7, she gave Dustin a baseball cap, which started his little fashion statement. But they hadn’t really spoken since last year, which was strange to the brunette boy.

“Okay, so what? We go in and kill it?” She looked over at Steve, who nodded.

“As humanely as possible, preferably.” Dustin slumped in his seat.

“It’s a fucking demogorgon, Dustin. We’re gonna kill it anyway it can die.” Steve sounded so exasperated, so tired.

“How did you guys even team up?”

“Lover boy here was bringing Nancy some roses and I was looking for the party at Mike’s. Just weird timing.”

They drove in mostly silence after that, Dustin trying to mess with the radio and Steve smacking his hand away.

“Turn here.” They pulled up to the Henderson house and parked. Opening the door, (Y/N) was grateful for Steve’s sweater, the cold air biting at her exposed skin.

“Get your net.” Dustin ordered, tone harsher than he meant it to be. He’s honestly just embarrassed that he tried to keep a demogorgon as a damn pet.

“Watch your tone!” She rolled her eyes, grabbing the net while Steve grabbed his bat with nails from the trunk.

“Do you just carry this around in your trunk all the time?”

“It came in handy today, yeah?”

They followed Dustin to the storm cellar doors. It was eerily quiet.

“I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank—” Steve turned his flashlight into Dustin’s face.

“It’s not. I swear.” The boy put his hands up to shield his eyes from the light.

(Y/N) pushed the flashlight down, grabbing Steve’s shoulder.

“I really don’t know about this. I mean, you said it grew right? What if it’s a lot bigger now?” She furrowed her brows, nervously chewing on her thumbnail.

“Then we really have to deal with it. You got a key for this thing, Henderson?” Steve turned to Dustin, who produced a key from one of his many pockets. The kid came prepared.

Steve knelt down, unlocking the chain holding the cellar closed. He opened the doors, grabbing his bat cautiously and peering down into the dark room.

“Maybe I should stay up here in case it tries to escape.” Dustin nervously said, earning dirty looks from both teenagers.

Steve started to creep down the stairs, (Y/N) in tow. They stayed close together, protecting the other’s blind spots. As they crept into the cellar, there was no sign of life other than the two anxious friends.

Steve stepped forward, turning on the light. He groaned as he picked up what looked like skin.

“Get the kid.” He turned to her, the disgust evident on her face.

As she went to get Dustin, he looked around the room. He saw scratches along the walls and a big hole in the corner, seemingly an escape.

Their problem just got a lot bigger.

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The Little Leeches - Chapter 1: Part of that world

Jade swam after his brother, after Floyd left in such a hurry.

"Floyd..I wish that he'd understand you like I do.."He mumbles to himself, diving down to the entrance of Floyd's grotto, passageway opened. With a soft sigh, Jade enters, closing it behind him.

"I knew you'd be here," Jade sighs, seeing Floyd sitting on the floor, brushing his hair with the Dinglehopper.

Jade sat by him and held his hand out, looking at Floyd."May I?" Floyd looks and silently hands him the Dinglehopper.

"You know," Jade started, brushing Floyd's hair."He doesn't want us to get hurt. But I can also understand why you would be so curious...look at everything you collected."

Floyd looks up.

"I just..want to know why? Why oppose such amazing stuff.."

Jade smiles.

Look at this stuff

Isn't it neat?

Wouldn't you think your collection's complete?

Wouldn't you think your the boy?

The boy who has everything?

Floyd chuckles at him. Jade swims up, taking a nearby music box.

Look at this trove

Treasures untold

How many wonders can one cavern hold?

Looking around here you'd think

Sure, he's got everything

Floyd follows, laughing, grabbing some of his favorite collectables. Jade knew he was cheering him up.

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty

I've got whozits and whatzits galore

You want thingamabobs?

I've got twenty!

Floyd looks down at the Dinglehopper in his hands. He looks around, he's happy but his heart felt empty without one thing.

But who cares?

No big deal

I want more!

Floyd leads Jade to a nearby painting of the two beautiful people dancing.

I wanna be where the people are

I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin'

Walking around on those, what do you call 'em?

Oh, feet!

Floyd laughs and drags Jade even higher in his cove, pulling him into a fast dance.

Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far

Legs are required for jumping, dancing

Strolling along down the, what's that word again?

Street

Up where they walk, up where they run

Up where they stay all day in the sun

Wanderin' free, wish I could be

Part of that world

Floyd sinks down, taking a nearby book, but he could only think of his father and their many arguments about his dreams and hobbies, often compared to Jade when Jade was even mentioned between the two.

What would I give if I could live out of these waters?

What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?

Jade, as if he knew what he was thinking, swam next to him, looking at his twin with a sad smile.

Bet'cha on land they understand

Bet they don't reprimand their children

Bright young people, sick of swimmin'

Ready to stand!

Floyd immediately went through the book that he was holding in hands, his face gleaming with excitement.

And ready to know what the people know

Ask 'em my questions and get some answers

What's a fire and why does it, what's the word?

Burn?

Jade was the one who pulled Floyd to a dance this time and never let go of his twin.

When's it our turn?

Wouldn't we love, love to explore that shore up above?

They looked up at a beautiful gleam of light that give their scales a glow and looked at each other.

Out of the sea

Wish I could be

Part of that world..

Jade held Floyd in his brotherly embraces. "Better?"

Floyd sighs happily."I'm glad I can tell someone..someone like you, Jade."

Jade smiles more."You know I will always listen to you, even if I do disagree. Becoming a human is such an odd request. Who would have the magic-"

That's not as odd as you think. Azul is a sea warlock! He can make us human in a snap!" Floyd interrupted, immediately heading for the exit.

"He has strict rules about that, Floyd."

"He'll make an acception for us! He always done!" He zoomed away, with Jade following him on his bubble trail.

Jade sighs and follows him. "Floyd!!"

****

"Absolutely not!" Azul stated, after repeated attempts of Floyd asking. "It's dangerous."

"How dangerous can it be? And besides, you're my friend..."

"And as a friend, I have the right to protect you from your stupid ideas. One thing about sorcery, a deal has to be made. Also payments! Anything could be payment, and sometimes, they give you such small amounts of time." Azul sighs. "Listen Floyd, I do admire you wanting to try something new, but sea witches will take advantage of one's dreams."

Floyd nodded, seemingly understanding Azul's concerns.

"Well..when you think about it like that..that does sound pretty dumb." Floyd chuckles.

"Floyd, I mean it." Azul warned.

Jade looks up."Hey.. what are those.."

All saw, pretty big colorful lights immediately burst from above the sun.

Floyd immediately swam up, followed by Azul and Jade.

"What is that?" Jade questioned.

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icarusthelunarguard · 10 months

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

Yet again we’ve been requested a themed Horrible-Scope. So here we go. This week’s ‘Scopes are all based on Characters from Star Wars. Now pull up a seat, add more butter-flavoured oil to your stale popcorn, and get ready for the THX Audio Logo.

Aries

You are the Mos Eisley cantina musician “Figrin D’an” from “The Modal Nodes”. His Kloo Horn playing was so good he earned the nickname “Fiery” Figrin. This week do your creative part and don’t get between people arguing over stupid things… like who has the most death sentences.

Taurus

This week, Momaw Nadon is your spirit guide. Otherwise known as “Hammerhead”, he knew secrets about agriculture that the Galactic Empire didn’t know about. How there’s a possibility to hide plant-growing information is anyone’s guess, but his species did. This week… start a compost pile.

Gemini

This week you get to sing and dance in a band with your spirit guide, Greeata Jendowanian! She’s a Rodian with orange hair and green skin, working as a singer-dancer in the Max Rebo Band for Jabba the Hut. This week just remember: If the money is good, a gig is a gig is a gig is a gig, right?

Cancer Moon-Child

For you Garindan aka “Long-Snoot” will be guiding your path. He’s a shrewd, professional finder-of-information who can be bought by whomever has the best credit line. This week stay away from Docking Bay 94.

Leo

You won’t believe your luck. For you we have Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin. The only Moff that was able to keep Darth Vader on something resembling a leash while allowing him to flex his Force powers enough to instill fear in his subordinates. This week remember - it doesn’t matter how smart you are or how many battles you’ve won, Hubris will, eventually, come knocking at your door.

Virgo

And for you, we have Moradmin Bast. You likely won’t know who that is until we remind you of his famous line, “We've analyzed their attack, sir, and there is a danger. Should I have your ship standing by?” This week remember that someone else’s hubris could cost you everything. Keep your friends close and your own escape routes closer.

Libra

The first droid on this list, you get K-2SO. The problem with this reprogrammed Imperial Security Droid is… well, his looks. Those long, spindly arms and legs, the squat body and small head give him a very Sirenhead feel to him. This week do NOT pilot a plane through the air; you are NOT a leaf on the wind.

Scorpio

Your character is Romba… not ROOMBA. He was an Ewok who lost his tribe to the Empire when they built the Shield Generator on Endor. He joined a nearby tribe, helped with the fight against the Empire, and gained revenge for his tribe. This week remember, it doesn’t matter how furry you are on the outside, but the size of your will on the inside that counts.

Sagittarius

And finally we get to a Jedi! Follow the teachings of Aayla Secura, a Twi'lek who served as a Jedi General of the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars. She was a courageous General, fighting alongside her soldiers in multiple combats… only to be shot in the back when Order 66 was given. This week don’t stick your neck out so much.

Capricorn

Let’s take a fun twist and give you Maz Kanata. Maz is a complicated character who’s lived a complicated life. She’s been known as Maz Kanata the Usurper, Kanata the Despoiler, Kanata the Benevolent, and Kanata of the Free Fleet. She’s old, wise, looks like she’s spent way too much time in the sun, but she’s got the coolest glasses. This week find your own Inner Name and the glasses frames that go with it.

Aquarius

The leader of Red Squadron, Garven "Dave" Dreis was a fighter pilot extraordinaire. He knew his way around an X-Wing, fought off TIE Fighters, coached a first-time flier in the middle of active conflict, and it took no less than Darth Vader himself to take him out. This week follow Garven Dreis’ example and get a nickname that doesn’t make any sense at all.

Pisces

You need to get out more. You need to do new things, get in better shape, and stop being such a grump about everything. We expect that by the time you’re done with your workout your muscles will burn, but you’ll have lost a lot of weight. This week follow Owen Lars’ example and complain to the manager when you’re sold defective merchandise of dubious legality.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

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THE AWAKENING

AKT III

TW: minor cursing, body horror

7 December 20XX

3:08 am

"UGHHH HOW MANY MOREE..."

"Stop whining Dos. Now hurry up before someone wakes up and starts looking for us!" Duke snarled.

Over night Duke,Mos and Dos broke into a nearby storage shed and stole some resources. As they were escaping they realised driving on the rails would've created too much noise, so they decided to walk instead.

"We've been walking for hours and i didn't even get the chance to eat supper god damn it."

"Duke maybe we should take a break? I'm pretty sure no one has followed us this far." Mos suggested while carrying metal boxes on his shoulders.

Duke stopped and turned around at the two. "I guess you're right. A short break won't hurt. But we need to find some place to warm up."

The three looked around themselfs. The rails and the ground were hidden by a rug of hardent snow. Behind them their footprints were being filled with a new soft powdery layer. They looked deeper into the land but it was pointless. A cold fog blocked their view making them feel as If the only things that existed were them and the endless snow that danced around them, twirdling like stars in the night sky. Eventually the fog calmed down a little and a steep hill was recognizable.

"Look!" Mos pointed out. "Maybe we can find some shelter there."

"Good Idea. Follow me!" Duke lead towards the build. Mos and Dos followed right after.

The three trains approached the rocky build. Unlike everything around it, it wasn't completly covered in snow and ice. Its naked granite walls were the only thing who's color wasn't clean white. Duke gently stroked the surface of the stones. They were smooth and cold like a frozen soulless corpse. Duke's eyes wandered by the wall looking for any possible caves to hide in. Mos and Dos were behind, grunting under the steel boxes they carried on their backs. Duke didn't mind the heavy weights he was carrying. Since he was a teen he had carried pieces of heavy machinery for X's crazy inventions. At first he would crumble under the weight. His legs would feel like jello and he was often afraid that the hefty pipes and cables would crush his small body. But with time he got stronger and those massive weights were nothing but tiny stones to him. The same couldn't be said about his friends tho.

"God my spine is killing me." Mos huffed. "Duke please tell me you've found something."

"Sorry, nothing in sight." Duke answered.

A disapointed grunt was heard as a response.

As the minutes went on the weather got worse. The harsh wind blew the snowflakes at the three, paining them. Thanks to the wind the soft flakes stung like needles on their body. It was painful. They were attacked from all sides by the dreadful cold but they didn't lose hope yet.

After a while Mos' pace got slower and his steps got slopier 'till he finally stopped and sat down into the snow.

"I... *huff* i can't go on..."

"What do you mean you can't go on?"

"I'm too tired... Everything hurts..." Mos panted. "Go on without me... I'll.. I'll catch up, i just need a break..."

"i'm not leaving you behind Mos." Duke replied.

"No, no its alright. X needs those boxes, you can't just leave them behind.."

Duke sighed. "Im not going to risk you dying just to bring some stupid boxes to X. I'm staying." He walked to Mos, placed the steel boxes into the snow and turned towards Dos.

"Dos."

"Yeah?"

"Go look for a place to hide. I'll stay here to make sure Mos is okay."

"Alright. Just stay here so i can find you later."

The olive train continued stomping through the heavy snow as the wind shot tiny ice flakes onto his face.

After a little while of kicking snow out of the way Dos noticed a faint flicker in the distance. At times it was weak and small, barely able to eluminate its light a little more then a few Inches, other times it was strong and bright, capable of showing a clear way to it, and to Dos' pleasure, a nearby tunnel. Dos sprinted back to his brothers as he realized that he had found a safe place.

Not so far away Duke and Mos had opened some of the boxes in hope of finding anything that could keep them warm. Most of the containers had either food, water or oil. Not really something useful when you were freezing to death. The only thing that was any use to them were dusty rags made of old felt. The kind of rag painters layed onto the floor so the paint wouldn't leave any unwashable stains on the floor. As disgusting and uncomfortable they were, atleast they were able to keep the both warm.

"Thanks Duke, you really didn't have to do this."

"No need to thank me, i just want to make sure you're okay." Duke answered. "Sure you're annoying sometimes and you mess up our plans from time to time but still, even after all you've done, i just wouldn't be able to live without you bro."

"Aww thanks man." Mos grinned warmly.

"GUYS! GUYS!" Someone yelled. Their steps becoming louder and louder. "I FOUND A CAVE!"

"Dos?" Duke noticed a figure in the snow. The figure soon took shape and color. It was indeed Dos.

The lad shuffled out of the snow and excitedly told them his discovery.

"To the south! There's some sort of hideout, we can go there to warm up!"

"Is it far?"

"it's right behind this rock. Outside is a light so you can't miss it."

"Sweet!" Duke turned to Mos. "You alright bro? Does something still hurt?"

Mos collected himself from the snow and wrapped himself into the feltrag. "My legs hurt a bit but overall im alright."

"Do you want us to carry some of your boxes there?" Dos added.

"Nah it's good, i'll manage." He grabbed some boxes and stacked them onto his shoulders.

"Okay, lets go then!"

The two followed him, stamping through the freezing blanket, only stopping on a few occasions to check If Mos was fine. Luckily the fella was in good condition.

After minutes of walking, Dos stopped at the flickering, which revealed to be an old dusty oil lamp. A little flame fought against the wind as it tried to silence it. The lamp was hung on an old wooden post that could shatter into a million pieces at any second. Near the post was an entrance, a tunnel to be exact. Dos and Mos were quite pleased at the sight. The two imidiatly ran to the entrance of the tunnel without a second thought.

"Wait!" Duke ran behind them, trying to stop them. However the two were much quicker than him.

"Whoa! Look at this place!" Mos gasped. "This tunnel is massive!"

Duke still stood outside of the entrance. Something in his gut told him that this place was no good. With every second he questioned himself more. Should he follow them? Or his gut?

Skepticaly, he entered the cave.

The tunnel was quite different from any other He had ever seen before. Instead of going straight, the tunnel went over the place. Like the roots of a tree diging into the ground. The walls and celling had a unique patern. Long deep skratches covered most of the areas. On the floor two wide lines were dug into the ground.

"This place was most deffinetly not build by humans, nor trains." Duke thought to himself.

He gently stroked the walls, investing himself in the lines on the walls. The lines were deep, wide and long, not really something you would expect to see in a cave.

"Machinery couldn't have created this tunnel either." He backed away from the wall. With every step he took, the lines became longer and uneven. In fact they looked weirdly familiar to Duke. It deffinetly wasn't something he had seen before, but it reminded him of something.

"These... These are claw prints." He realized.

He backed away again, leaning himself on the wall behind him. His eyes focused on the mandala that consists of masses of scrabes which were carved into the flesh of the walls. "What on earth build this place..."

"Ey! Duke! You gotta check this out!" Mos yelled out from afar. "Here's some weird tech stuff."

Duke answered with silence. He took one last look at the piece of work, his Imagination trying to understand what monstrosity created it. Out of fear, he quickly shook away those thoughts and walked towards his friends location.

As Duke entered a hidden room, he was blinded with a flashing light coming from a screen.

"W-What the-"

"Oh there you are Duke, i thought you got lost back there." Dos answered.

"What is that light?"

"Oh that? That's some weird big screen we found. It's pretty weird. Also we should probably cover it with something cuz' this thing makes my eyes feel like they're on fire."

"Wait a sec, i got just the thing to cover it." Mos rustled through a metal box he had and took out the ugly felt rag. He then hooked one end on the corner of the screen and threw the rest over it.

"Thanks Mos."

"No problem mate. Anyway, where are we?"

The three looked around the room. Some softer light got through the felt blanket and gently eluminated the surrounding. On one side of the room the walls were covered by monitors, cork boards and documents which had long lost their meaning. On the other side were pick-axes, shovels, colapsed wagons filled with coal and containers from which a dark scarlet liquid had dried on its surface.

The sight of the container was especially disgusting for Mos. He was capable of recognizing that liquid from miles away. Ever since childhood he made countless memories from when X would hurt himself on accident and the same crimson fluid would flow out of his body. He especially despised it's horrid smell.

"that's fuel." He pointed out.

"I've noticed." Duke added.

Dos looked away from the containers and focused on the papers on the cork board. He approached the board and picked up a few documents that layed in the ground before attaching them to the wall. The papers were old and fragile, there was not one piece which wasn't falling apart in one way or another. Some texts were barely readable due to the ink being smeared across it.

Gently he removed one piece that seemed to be in good condition and tried to decode it.

"Does it say something?" Mos asked.

"I dunno." Dos examined the paper. "I don't really understand what is written here. The're some code names and dates and stuff."

"Let me see." Duke took the paper from Dos' hands. Mos looked over Duke's shoulder.

The paper was shriveled and soft due to the moisture in the cave. Its edges were crooked and it's color was dirty. The three observed the Text, decoding sertain words and understanding sentences. In the end, they read the following:

A disaster has struck us.

Ever since he had managed to gain deeper understanding behind this warfare, he has been disregarding our orders. We have tried to get him to obey again, using the shock collars located on his body, however without positive outcome.

Not only has he stricked on the combatants, but our souldiers aswell. We are being butchered by our own ally. I never thought it would ever come to this. We have put so much work, effort and money into that thing and now it has completly turned against us.

This battle is no longer between us and the opponent, but between us all and this damned brute.

I will not be able to get out of here alive today. Any second now that monster will be grinding me in it's jaws. Not even praying is going to help in this situation. What should i even pray to when i've convinced myself that there's no thing as a God?

No. I refuse to give up. Im not going to die so pathetically by my own creation. If i brought it into this world, so can i take it out of it. Using the dynamite i could exploit it's weakness and finish him off!

However, if you won't find my body laying in this very room, persume i miscalculated.

"Monster?" Duke thought to himself. "Maybe that creature created these tunnels. But what could that thing be?" His mind was filled with questions. It seemed like it could explode at any second. Everytime he managed to somehow answer a question of his, new one's were created. How big must have that monster been? How long was it? What did the writer mean with soilders? Human soilders? Train soilders? Did that thing kill all of them? Piles and piles of questions that were stacking up in eachother faster than the stacking of the snow outside the cave. Duke was so deeply trapped in his own mind he didn't realize someone was aproaching.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" A grumpy mumbled voice barked. "You three were supposed to be in our hideout!"

The three turned around in a heartbeat to be greeted by a very familiar yet not very pleased face.

"X?" Mos asked confused. "What are you doing here."

"collecting scraps, what does it look like?" The ruby train pointed at the rusty pieces of metal he carried on a forklift cart. "Now you. What are you doing here."

"Well... Um..." The three tried to come up with an answer.

"And where are your gasmasks? Do you know how fuckin' toxic the air in here is?" X added while pointing on his own mask.

"We... didn't bring any..." Dos babbled.

"Ughh... I have a few spare one's under all the rubble i've collected."

Both Duke and Dos walked towards the cart before digging in it's contents. Mos stayed at the front with X, trying to somehow make X a little joyfuller.

"So- um..." Mos stuttered. X looked up at him, with sunken eyes that were caused by the lack of sleep and a resting bitch expression.

"W-Why is... um... why is the- um- air so toxic?" He nervously giggled under his breath.

X didn't answer at first, his already annoyed and sleepy face got somehow even more annoyed. Mos was swearing bullets. After a silent moment X sighed and calmly answered his question.

"This place was once partcialy a coal mine. And the things is, where coal is, is methane. Methane is deadly. It looks, smells and feels exactly like air, except it's highly flamable. This gas was collecting itself in these rooms for generations. This means that the tiniest spark could cause this entire strukture to blow up. But it also means that If we breathe it in for to long, we'll drop dead.

You got that?"

Mos quickly nodded.

"Good."

"We got the masks!" Duke pulled two out and threw one to Mos. Dos struggled for a few seconds putting his mask on, but he managed. He was wearing it upside down.

"You got the boxes?"

"Right here X."

"Good. Now let's get out of here." The red trains lead the three towards a wide tunnel with a green label stating: EXIT above it. They kept walking towards the exit 'til Dos slowed pace and stood still.

"Dos?" Duke turned around and stopped. "You're not coming?"

"What? No, no, im just looking at these weird papers we read earlier."

"What papers?" X questioned. Duke quickly answered. "We found this board on which weird documents are pinned. Appearently it's about some monster or battle. But i don't really understand what it could mean."

"Oh these things." He sighed. "That's just rubbish. Come on Dos, we got more important things to do than look at garbage."

"A-alright." The four wandered into the tunnel. Dos turned around in last time to examen the papers before returning to the group. As they were walking Dos' mind was flooding with questions, however unlike Duke, the questions didn't fuel his fear, but rather his intrest and curiosity. Each question he asked himself caused him to want to return to the board and read each single one of these documents. He would've read them, studied them, feeding his spirit of inquiry till it was fed enough.

Close to the exit, Dos stopped one last time to look behind him. He could still see the dim light coming from the hissing screen.

"Dos?" Mos looked for his friend.

"I'll... I'll be right back." Dos walked back to the room.

"Wait- where are you going?!" X grunted.

"I- uh... I forgot something in there! You three go on, i'll catch up!"

The Olive train ran back to the room and approached the corkboard. He overlooked all the papers, seeking something intresting. His eyes noticed a wrinkly folder of papers on one of the desks. He grabbed it and blew away the dust that layed on top. Once most of the dust was out of the way, he could read a black label which read "Project XVIII".

He looked at the desk once more and realised that the entire desk was covered in such folders. Most of these were mushy and falling apart while others where drowning in moisture. A lot of papers were spilled all over them aswell. He rustled through the binders, looking for anything in good enough condition to take with him. As he dug deeper he eventually stumpled onto the desks surface which was covered in his curiosities worst nightmare. Colourful buttons.

It wasn't that he was terryfied of these things, nope, quite the opposite. These tiny fidgets would bring him such massive satisfaction that would entertain him for years.

Looking at those colourful studs he was mentaly as well as physically fighting himself not to press any of them. He knew he shouldn't touch them, yet he simply couldn't calm himself down knowing he wasn't able to touch them. Especially the large crimson one right on top.

He reached out his arm to press it, but he quickly snatched it back. "No. I shouldn't press it. The rest is waiting for me." He left the table and approached the exit.

"But it wouldn't hurt anyone if i touched it." He turned around with a grin. "I'll just give it a quick peck, no one's even going to notice hehe."

He reached out once again, his finger right on top of the button, when suddenly-

*CRACK*

He looked up, spooked, and noticed how wooden pillars that stabilized the cealing, slowly break doe to it's age. Dos felt a cold shiver go down his spine. Momentarily he chickend out of the cave running straight towards his companions, leaving everything behind to continue drowning in the depressed atmosphere. His curiosity might be fierce but not enough to defeat fear.

Once outside, the olive train joined his friends group, taking some boxes on his shoulders and calmly yet startled wandered back to their hideout, where their soft beds waited for their arrival.

3:25 am

Bitter silence filled the room. Wood creaked under the pressure of the soil that layed above. Water dripped from icy spikes and collected itself in tiny pools, carved into the pavement.

This silence had lasted for generations. Nothing but the dribble of the toxic rain was know to the souls which decayed ages ago. Corpses, severed limbs, innards, bones, anything that once had the impression of something alive, rotted in the moisty airspace. Blood turned to oil, skin turned to leather and flesh turned to a feast for pests. At had been like this ever since the cave was build. This endless decaying was an endless cycle of death, or atleast, it was...

One of the wooded pillers ruptured. Heavy soil smashed on the desks, rocks crashed onto the old screens, obliterating them. Soon the pillar its came loose, plunging straight onto the button covered deck, whose frail paper armor had been scattered. The heavy frame crashed with a loud thud, breaking and bending the desk into curved mess.

Right after, the room was once returned to its silent state...

Not so far from the cave, the beast peacefully slumbered in their prison. Some crows have already awakened yet still remained near the beast, warming themselfs on it's neck. The soft glimmer of the moon humbly layed a cold glow on their massive chest. It was frosty and nippy yet pleasant in a unique way. The creature slowly awakened. Through a small slit on its Blindfold it could recognize small flutters of his feathery companions. It let out a peacefull hiss as a good morning. Some birds let out a simular hiss aswell.

Suddenly several blinding siren lights blarred through the cell. Everyone snapped awake. All of the crows shot up into the air and wheeled through the room. The beast scuffled violently, hitting the icy pillars with it's mass and causing them to crack. It panted heavily, their mind in a daze. Sharp red lights blinded the birds and caused them to crash onto the beasts body. Roars of agony and fright echoed through the cell.

And then, out of the blue, everything went dead silent. The sirens stopped blaring and the lights stopped shinning. Both the beast as well as it's companions huffed heavily. During the ruckus a few chains snapped thanks to which the beast could now move it's head. Carefully it listened to it's surrounding. It was quiet. Too quiet. Not even the crows dared to make a sound.

The creature patroled the room further. It could sense something wasn't right...

- DEACTIVATING SAFETY CONTAINMENT PROTOKOLL -

Century old chains snapped. The muzzle on its face became loose and fell off.

A thousand pound frame crashed onto the pavement. With barely any energy the creature stabalized itself. Their body violently shaking as it chocked on its own blood. It wheezed in torment as it felt warm liquids flow out of it's nose and throat, leaving behind a burning sensation. It cried out in agony, begging for the pain to end but it only made it worse. It's lungs felt as if they were on fire. Defeated it layed down and relaxed its body. He looked up through the dusty windows and saw a beautiful pearl in the sky. At first it couldn't recognize it, but with time it realized it was just the humble moon.

It layed there, stunned. It couldn't remember when was the last time it saw the night sky. It had been kept in there for so long the concept of day and night seemed alien to them. It scratched its back, taking off all the chains that once held it in place and kicked them away, leaving a chain nest on the ground.

Steadily it grabbed some wires that were attached to the cealing and pulled itself up. It tensed its muscles and stiffed it's spine. Its bones cracked in a harmony as it's joints engaged in movement. Once it stretched out its body, releaving it of pain, it gazed it's eyes up on the window. Carefully it walked towards the cells gates, which were two iron doors.

It grabbed the rusty handles with its massive claws and slid the doors onto the sides. A chilly breeze of fresh air touched it's armored exterior. It felt like a cold slap on the stomach. It backed way, slightly closing the doors, it didn't like that.

Curiously it peeked its head out. A dance of snow dazzled on top of it's nose, then another and another. Soon a raven landed on its head and hopped onto it's snout. It croaked at the beast, it tried to say something, perhaps it soothed them.

Right after a small flock of birds playfully flew circles around its head, encouriging it to join its play. After that the remaining birds flew outside, whirling toghether with the pearly flakes. Toghether they formed beautiful formations, which flowed like the ocean waves. It was a dance of beauty and freedom.

The beast's eyes were locked onto the configuration, admiring the charm of the birds art. It stepped outside, snow creaking under it's hooves. As it was aproaching, the birds formed a new structure, a wedge to be exact. Chains of Birds flew in a circular motion towards the top of the wedge creating the impression of a tornado, with the beast in its center.

it closed it's eyes as humble wind embraced it's body with a hug. It felt so pleasing, so reasurring and kind. Old forgotten memories returned to the beast, reminding it of its home. They opened their eyes and admired the night sky. Stars decorated the back, complementing the moon, which sparkled like a marble Crystal.

That's when they realized,

They were finally free...

End of CHAPTER I:

THE AWAKENING

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