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sugarbooger513 · 3 years

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Holding On (Chapter One)

I love writing OCs so much. This is the beginning to a fun JJK fic I had some ideas for. It will include spoilers and end up straying from the canon story. Please beware of that. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do <3

Mara belongs to @katgalle

Warnings: soft Gojo, mentions of guns, Gojo being... well, Gojo.

How long had it been exactly? Nine, maybe ten years? Nova blinks slowly before closing her eyes. It hadn't exactly hit her that she was back where she grew up. Maybe Tokyo hasn't changed much.

Sadly, she had changed a lot from that day.

She can still remember the laughter they would share. The simplest things would send them both into fits of hysteria. She hasn't looked at stupid cat videos the same since her second year of high school.

"Nova? Are you asleep?" "If you thought I was asleep," Nova sighs softly, "why would you ask?" When she peeks her eyes open, Mara smiles sweetly. "Ah, just thought I would be a bit polite. How are you feeling about moving back?" Nova's nose scrunches slightly. "It hasn't hit me yet."

Nova knows that Mara can read her better than she lets on. It's the curse of being twins.

"What about you? We've been in Osaka quite a while now." "Well, I can't say I'll miss it. I don't care where we go. It's just nice still being beside you." Nova can't help but smile softly. Truly, Mara has been there when she had no obligation to be.

When Nova's phone rings, she answers it with a sigh. "We should be pulling into the stop within the next ten minutes or so, Aunt Cammie." "Oh, good! I can't wait to see you two again!"

That's one of two reasons Nova can think it's a good thing to move back home. Aunt Cammie gave up her entire life to move to Japan in order to raise the twins. She could have allowed them to go into foster care, but she didn't. She could have forced them to move back to America with her and leave behind everything they ever knew, but she didn't.

Shortly before the twins went into high school, both of their parents were killed by a special grade curse. The worst part was that their mother wasn't even a Jujutsu sorcerer. She just happened to be around their father when it attacked.

"We'll see you in a few. Love you." "Love you too, sweet pea." When she lowers her phone, Mara places a gentle hand on her sister's shoulder. "She's been texting me non stop since we got on the bus." "Yeah, I kinda figured she would. She's excited to have us home."

"You called it home, Nova." "I'm trying to get over what happened. I really am. It just hurts." Mara leans over, resting her head comfortably on her twin's shoulder. "You're allowed to grieve as long as you need to, sis."

They stay quiet for the rest of the bus ride, casually leaning against one another. When it finally comes to a stop, the first thing they see from the window is their Aunt's flaming red hair, which both of them somehow inherited.

Mara races off the bus, grabbing her suitcases on the way, while Nova takes her time making sure everything was taken off the bus. Before walking off, she leaves the driver a tip.

"Nova!" Aunt Cammie engulfs her niece in a tight hug full of love. Nova drops her bags so she can return it. "I missed you girls so much. It's been so long." "I now, Aunt Cammie, but we're here now." She places both of her hands on Nova's face to stare lovingly into the eyes that match her dear sister's.

"You both still look so much like your mother." "Somehow we got your fiery hair though." Mara giggles and makes a point by swishing her flaming red hair around. Aunt Cammie gives both girls a kiss on the cheek before she starts helping them load her car.

"Your rooms are set up just like they used to be, right next to each other. I put some new sheets and blankets on the beds, new carpets are in the rooms, and- " "Aunt Cammie," Nova stops her aunt's ranting, "we still plan on getting out own place. For Christ's sake, we're twenty-seven."

Cammie's smile makes both girls feel a bit lighter. "I know, baby. I don't expect you two to stay long, but I want you to know that you will always have a home with me. I don't care what age you are."

Mara spends the entire ride singing her head off with Aunt Cammie in the front. Nova's phone starts exploding with texts from her second reason for coming back.

'I can't believe you're back! We have to catch up ASAP! Coffee later?' 'I didn't take you as a coffee person, but that sounds amazing.' 'Really, I'm not. The shit makes me feel like some old geezer, but I remember how you would get some every morning before school. Is your sister going to hang out with us?' 'Maybe? It'll depend on how well she can compose herself. I'm not sure how much she knows about you now.'

"We're home! Nova, what are you doing?" "Just texting a friend. He wants to hang out today, so we're making plans." Aunt Cammie grins like the she-devil she can be. "Really? I'm so glad!"

Mara had already made her way out of the car to start unpacking, so Nova does her best to catch up, but the twin is just too excited to be back home and races ahead of her into the house. "Well," Cammie rubs the back of her neck, "that probably isn't good." "What did you do?"

"Uhh, well, your friend had texted me this morning and asked if he could hide out here so he could greet you as soon as you got back.." Nova's eyes widen in shock. "It.. wouldn't happen to be the friend from high school, would it?" Cammie laughs a bit awkwardly. "The white haired boy.. that Mara always had that massive crush on..?" Nova drops her bags and races into the house without another thought.

Once she makes it inside, she sees Mara staring, slightly confused as the tall man towers beside her. "Why are you in my aunt's house, dude?" "Huh, you aren't running from me? Does that mean you're over that high school crush?" To Nova's own surprise, Mara only tilts her head. "Who are you again?"

The sound of that question is enough to make Nova let out a snort of laughter. The sound catches Gojo's attention, and he smiles brightly. "There's the woman I wanted to see." Gojo slips past Mara with a soft pat on the head.

Nova doesn't really expect Gojo to hug her, but he puts his infinity down just to wrap his long arms around her. Her head rests just below his shoulders. "Gojo," she laughs and places her arms around his lanky body, "I've missed you so much." "I've missed you, too. I see you haven't gotten any taller." "And I see you've grown even more, fucking string bean." He lets out a small chuckle as he pulls away from her.

"Sorry about the surprise. I just wanted to see you." "No, I appreciate it a lot. It's nice knowing you still care." Gojo's gorgeous blue eyes seem to sparkle behind his sunglasses. "Of course I do. Keeping in touch for nine years would make most people bored out of their minds, but I'm not like any other person."

Despite him trying to be cocky, he has a point. Anyone else she went to school with stopped talking to her less than a year after she moved. While they didn't talk daily, Gojo always sent her random texts throughout the week.

"I know, Gojo. Trust me," she walks forward and lays her head back on him, "I know. I'm so glad to have you back." His long fingers rake through her red curls effortlessly. "I'm right here, Nova. I'll be here as long as you need me to be."

"I didn't get to say good morning to you, Satoru! It's nice to see you again." Gojo chuckles and gives aunt Cammie a quick hug. "I should visit more often, work just keeps me away." "Well," she smacks his arm softly, "I hope Nova will entice you to come over more." "Of course, Aunt Cammie."

"Nova, love," Gojo leans to whisper in her ear, "tell Mara to put the gun away." "Mara! You know Gojo!" Mara scoffs slightly. "Can't believe I didn't recognize him. Sorry, I don't well to men showing up form nowhere." "Technically," Gojo turns to face her, "you showed up here. I've been here for at least an hour." "I still have a gun out. DO you want to continue this argument?"

He smirks, suddenly leaning down close enough that Nova can see his lips brush against her ear. Mara's eyes widen in shock as he chuckles. "Go ahead, sweetie. I want you to do it."

Nova can't help but let a small fit of laughter escape her, which earns her the look of all death looks. "Anyways," Gojo leans back up and turns to walk out the door, "I'm gonna pull my car around. I owe you a coffee date. Don't keep me waiting, baby."

Once he shuts the front door behind him, Nova sighs softly. "One of these days I'm going to- Holy shit, Mara! Your face is so fucking red!" Mara hides her now tomato colored face in her hands with a small squeal.

"I know it is! Damn it, I thought I was over his dumb ass!" Nova rubs the back of her neck. "Well, you didn't run from him this time." "Oh, I wanted to. I really wanted to, but instead I summoned my fucking glock!"

Aunt Cammie takes over calming Mara down while Nova rushes off with a bag to change. Opening her old bedroom door hits her with a wave of nostalgia. It really is how she left it.

On the bed is a basket filled with all kinds of goodies from Aunt Cammie. She even remembered that Nova's favorite animal is a buffalo, and included a cute stuffed one.

However, when she starts digging through the basket, she notices a few pictures that she printed off.

The first is one of Aunt Cammie, Mara, and herself. It had to have been long before the girls' parents passed away. Actually, if she remembers correctly, it's form the first time they met Aunt Cammie on a trip to America. They were no older than four.

The second picture is one of the girls getting accepted to Jujutsu Tech. Aunt Cammie must have taken the picture because the girls were busy being hugged to near death by their parents.

The third one is form her graduation. Gojo had graduated the year before she did, and he made it to her graduation when he wasn't sure he would be able to. In this picture, he has his arms around her and his face buried in her red curls. Truly, he was the only non family member she ever went to after her second year.

The last one has a note attached to it. She places it aside to stare at the picture. It had to be from her first year of high school. She was sitting on a pier, and next to her was a boy. His raven colored hair was pulled into a man bun. Behind their backs, his hand was on top of hers, almost enclosing the entire thing.

Thinking of that day brings tears to her eyes. She places it on her bedside table to grab the letter.

Nova baby,

I doubt this picture will bring you a real smile, but when I saw it in your box of memories I had to pull it out. No matter what life looks like now for him, or even for you, the two of you shared something special. Despite him only being a stepping stone in your life, he helped shape you into the strong woman you are today. Don't think about who he became because that isn't the same boy you found your happiness in. Think of the boy who made it a point to buy you flowers once a week before school, the boy who always asked me permission to take you to dinner, the boy who you and Gojo spent hours with daily. Think of the boy who loved everything about you. I love you babygirl, and I know that your journey in life has just begun.

Aunt Cammie

#jjk #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru #gojo x oc #nanami kento #nanami x oc #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen original character #jjk oc #original character #geto suguru #Geto x oc

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juliandev0rak · 3 years

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Hometown 🤠🐴

One: Hometown – what was the place they called “home” like? What were the people like? Did your OC like it there or did they leave the first chance they got?

echoes of the past event

@arcana-echoes

Camellia Giardini, they/them Western Venterre 14 years before the events of The Arcana

Words: 1554

Warnings: none

It’s another dusty August day on the Giardini Ranch, the heat making waves and casting a haze over the fields. The sound of cattle lowing in the distance and cicadas buzzing makes the afternoon feel sleepy and although there’s still a lot of work to do before the day is over, nobody feels much like doing it.

Perched in a large oak tree sits Camellia, nose stuck in a book as usual. They’re far enough from the fields to avoid their family, but close enough to find their way back when it starts to get dark. Their horse Miele is grazing a few feet away, both of them enjoying a break after a morning out in the sun. At eleven years old Camellia is expected to be helping on the ranch, herding the cattle and harvesting alongside their older siblings.

Normally, someone would have gone looking for Cam by now, with the harvest quickly approaching all hands are needed. But it had been decided that afternoon that it’s better for everyone if Cam stays out of the way during the busy season, they do more harm than good when they try to help.

Camellia can barely stay in their saddle, much less try to open and close gates or be of any use with the cattle. Even simple tasks like harvesting apples or picking vegetables are ruined by Cam’s wandering mind and Miele, who is never far from their side, who has an insatiable appetite and ends up eating more than Cam can even pick.

Their older siblings, Cassia, Calix, Calla, and Calanthe, seem to have no problem following in their family’s footsteps, each of them seeming at home on horseback and suited to the task of farm work. Even Cam’s younger siblings, Canna, Clio, Crisanta, and Clema who is only three, manage to make themselves useful harvesting or helping Ma in the kitchen.

It’s only Camellia who seems to have no place here, always knocking things over or forgetting to close the stable doors.

It’s always,

“Out of my way, Camellia!”

“Move aside, Cam!”

“To your left! No your other left! Camellia, what are we going to do with you!”

Everywhere they go, Cam leaves chaos in their wake. They try to be careful, to watch where they walk and to listen to instructions, but they can’t seem to do anything right. That’s why they’re sitting in a tree alone in the middle of a busy work day, it’s better this way.

The one thing Cam seems to be good at is reading, and luckily their family home has a library that nobody else seems to care about. The book they’re currently reading is about alchemy, a topic which seems to have been a special interest of Cam’s great great grandfather Carlo who had built the house.

The library is where Cam spends most of their free time. It’s not a huge collection, but it’s well stocked with farmer’s almanacs and books about magic, so at least they have something to read. Their family doesn’t venture into the old wing of the house much, preferring to spend their time in the kitchen or living areas which are better heated and have more ventilation. But Cam doesn’t mind the dust or the cold, they just like having a room to themself.

Bedrooms are hard to come by in the old house and Cam shares a room with both Calla and Calanthe. While Calla is nearly sixteen and the nicest of their siblings, Calanthe is thirteen and intent on making Cam’s life as difficult as possible. The rest of their siblings act similarly, teasing them for everything and exposing Cam’s every mistake to their parents. Calla is the only one who encourages Cam to study and develop their interests, the only one who tries to understand them.

Aside from reading, Cam’s biggest interest is in magic, though they tend to think of it more as a science than a supernatural force. Even at a young age, Cam knows there are some things that can’t quite be explained, and that magic is a way to look for those explanations.

Camellia’s Ma has a bit of magic herself, able to dry clothes at the touch of a hand, heal minor wounds, and the like, but she’s never had an interest in exploring it further. When Cam had begun to show similar signs of magical talent their parents hadn’t thought much of it besides hoping it might help Cam improve at their chores.

So Camellia has taken things into their own hands, trying to practice and hone their skills as much as possible with only the few books they can find in the library as a guide. Their siblings make fun of them for trying and failing at magic just as they do with everything else, but Cam isn’t ready to give up.

Just yesterday they’d been practicing and had accidentally set their mother’s prized lemon tree on fire. They’d been too proud of their fire conjuring to notice that it was burning uncontrollably, and luckily Cassia had been nearby with a bucket of water. Cam had been scolded endlessly for their irresponsibility, and it had carried over to this morning when they’d accidentally let the cattle out of their gate with the flick of a hand, nearly causing a stampede.

That was when their father had decided to give Cam the next few weeks off, better to have them out of the way where they can’t cause more trouble. They’d overheard their parents talking at lunch about sending Camellia away where they could be “put to better use”. Cam had run out of the house immediately, not wanting to hear how much their family wanted to get rid of them.

They’d jumped on their horse and made their way to the oak tree, the only place to get some peace and quiet with eight siblings always around. It’s been many hours since then and Cam’s stomach is rumbling from missing lunch, they’re considering venturing back home when they hear a voice from the distance calling their name. It’s their older sister Calla.

“Cammy, come down from the tree.” She calls, her apron is covered in flour so Cam knows she’s been sent from the kitchen to find them.

“Why should I! Maybe I’ll live here now, everyone would like that better.” Cam says angrily, suddenly feeling like they might cry but not wanting to do it in front of their sister.

“Oh Cam, you know Ma and Pa didn’t mean it when they said they’d send you away.” Calla frowns, the expression not looking right on her usually happy face “And if they did I’d talk sense into them.”

“I don’t belong here, I hate cows.” Cam mutters. Calla laughs at that, not unkindly, and reaches the bottom of the tree.

“I don’t like them much either, but there’s plenty of other things to do.” She says, “When you’re older you can do the bookkeeping, and help Ma at the market, I bet you’d be good at that! And I know Cassia and Calix hate doing it, I’m sure they'd be happy to spend more time outside.”

“I don’t want to do the bookkeeping, I want to do magic.” Cam sighs, swinging their leg down from the branch they’re perched on.

“And you’re good at it! Maybe we can find you a teacher someday.” Calla smiles, ever the optimist. “Isn’t Aunt Angela a witch?”

“That’s just a rumor, Pa doesn’t like her so he calls her that, remember?” Cam laughs, thinking about their mother’s sister who had disappeared mysteriously a few years earlier. She’s somewhat of an enigma to the family, none of the children really know much about her aside from the cards she sends on birthdays and holidays.

“Well maybe it isn’t, Ma has magic after all. What if her sister does too!” Calla grins, “She lives in the city somewhere, maybe you should visit.”

“Now you’re trying to get rid of me.” Cam says, only half joking.

“Cam, I would never, you know I’d miss you too much if you went away.” Calla says sincerely, offering her hand up to help Cam. “Now come down! We made ricciarelli.”

“But it’s not the holidays?” Cam questions, the family usually reserves cookie making for winter time when everyone is stuck indoors.

“You looked like you could use some sweets, I convinced Ma to make them as a harvest treat.” Calla smiles, her blue eyes, the same color as Cam’s, shining.

If there’s anything to motivate Cam it’s sweets. They finally decide to jump down from the tree, grabbing Calla’s offered hand for help. As they put Miele back in the stables, Cam can’t help but think about what Calla said about finding a magic teacher.

It seems too good to be true, and they don’t know if they believe their Aunt Angela is really a witch. Still, Cam has to hope that someday they’ll be able to find a place to belong. Hopefully a place with less cows and siblings.

As they walk back to the house, Cam takes in the rolling hills and old growth trees around them in the golden light of sunset. The countryside is beautiful, and although Cam doesn’t like living here, they have to admit that at least the scenery’s nice.

#arcana eotp #apprentice cam #rip to me trying to remember all of cam's siblings

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circleofcavan · 3 years

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Nebraska

Macey daydreams about spending winter break somewhere else, with some envy sprinkled in there, too; suite shenanigans and some $300 Bose noise-cancelling headphones. One-shot. Content warning: themes of parental neglect, mentions of alcohol use, smoking + abuse.

(Read it on AO3 here.)

There are moments when Macey wishes everything could just be stable and balanced.

“Normal” is too much to ask for; it’s a big ticket item that’s just out of reach, that she hasn’t worked quite hard enough for just yet. Instead, she’d settle for stable: an ideal situation with no boat-rocking, no absent fathers or narcissistic mothers, no forced appearances or quick-changes in the back of limousines, no hidden hangovers, no concealer on the bruises along her upper arm. Stable. Secure.

Idealistic. At this point in her life, there’s no chance she’ll ever know balance. If she keeps down the path that Gallagher has her going down, it’ll be a constant chase – maybe not a sprint, but a jog, and even that can get exhausting after a while.

She envies Cammie, even despite her hardships. Cammie has support, she has crumbs of normalcy to cling to, a warm home to run to during breaks and tight spots and panicked moments. She has options, even when she thinks she doesn’t. Even when she feels like every door is closed, there are always more.

Macey watches her chatting with Bez and Liz, her feet curled under a blanket, back to the wall of their suite. Cammie has a slight smile on her face, a fullness in her cheeks that made a return when she did, another escape on a lark that she magically realized had consequences; Bex is trying to reverse engineer a heist, Liz is French braiding Cam’s hair, which is brown now, thinner but longer. She can only slightly hear her roommates over the music she’s blasting, $300 Bose noise-cancelling headphones be damned, but she can imagine the conversation, more or less – more homework trouble, more boy trouble, more girl trouble, more acne trouble, more TV cliffhanger trouble, more “I can’t believe I got a B on this test” trouble, more normalcy. A feeling she’ll never have.

The conversation halts for a moment, all of them on the precipice of laughter, but they look to her, expectant, waiting on an answer; she points to her headphones and down to her book (Art of War, of course), and loudly yells “What?” as though she’s clueless and miffed, out of the loop. Bex laughs, Liz joins in, Cammie smiles and her volume goes back up. Stability. Everything is level again.

She’s damn great at playing the part, something she was born to do. (Is she talking about herself or about Cammie? She’s not sure. Projecting, much?) Macey is the perfect daughter, even when she’s a rebel; she’s the supermodel even when she’s strung out and hungover in the Great Hall at breakfast, stumbling through Farsi between sips of Gatorade; she’s America’s Sweetheart, Vermont’s darling, even though she hasn’t been back to Vermont in years. (Not that there’s anything there for her, aside from a hiking trail where she used to run or smoke cigs, plus the parking lot where she had her first kiss – awkward, sloppy and too much teeth – and her childhood home – her permanent address, she should say, because it’s not like she’s ever really felt like it was a home for her at all.)

They’re talking about winter break plans now. “Nebraska” floats past the music, clinging to her brain, cloying and sweet. What she wouldn’t give for a proper, home-cooked meal, a scratchy wool blanket, a too-warm-but-too-cold room with a draft. Farm smells. Barn chores. Callouses. Sweat. Burnt coffee in smooth metal thermoses, a cold winter sun, some dustings of snow, a hot mug of potato soup – a too tight pickle jar lid. It’s so vivid it hurts, digging into her brain like it’s eating her alive from the inside out, starting at her brain and burrowing its way into her heart. Nebraska.

She can only imagine what that reality would be like; there’s something lived-in about it that she won’t be able to come close to touching, an inherent familiarity that she’s just not cut out to experience. Her winter break will likely be Aspen or Geneva, maybe both, and that’s a dream, too – she’ll probably see some classmates there as well, the ones that fit the Gallagher mold, the one that she’s apparently supposed to fit, too.

The trip will be booked as a family affair, but her parents will be anything but present, her mom chasing after seasonal ski patrol staff, college students in their prime, her dad on “work calls,” probably brokering some deal that will just line his pockets a bit more than his congressional salary. She’ll be drunk and alone, partying with ski bunnies or diplomats’ kids, settling into her old-money-rich-heiress role like she has so many times before.

Maybe if she’s lucky she’ll be able to slip away – if they’re preoccupied for a few days into the weeklong trip, she could pack a bag and hitchhike her way a few towns over, blending in like she’s new in town and visiting extended family, weaving a cover story for herself and patching it up every time she gets caught in a lie. She might have normal clothes on but she’s still anything but; they’ll remark on her beauty and her perfectly-manicured nails, ones that wouldn’t be in such pristine condition if she were just a girl from just a farm in just Nebraska.

Then she’ll get call after call to her phone, her parents demanding an appearance because it’s time to fly home now, and she’ll have to abandon the fake life she created for herself in this little mountain town, the cover that was just on the verge of being blown. She won’t be a girl from Nebraska with boy trouble and homework trouble and normal trouble, she’ll be the Macey McHenry, heiress and stone-cold bitch, sugary-sweet but too much to handle.

She’s not sure how Bex was able to get on her bed without her knowing, but she’s got a hand on the right ear of her headphones before Macey can turn to stop her with a bewildered laugh. “We’ve been trying to get your attention for ages,” Bex says, sitting back on her haunches, glancing at Cam and Liz. “What movie do you want to watch tonight? Tina’s running a Bourne marathon, but we were thinking Clueless, but then we realized you haven’t picked a movie yet, so it’s your call.”

Macey slides the headphones off fully now, settling them around her neck. She pauses her music. She pauses herself. Maybe this is the closest to stable and balanced that she’ll get: the closest thing to normal is four teenage girls watching 80s movies in their pajamas, LUSH masks smeared on their faces, shitty manicures and burnt microwave popcorn, falling asleep on the floor next to an overheated laptop and projector and her roommates, snoring softly.

Tomorrow’s Saturday. She could sleep in, pretend like the meal she’s having is home-cooked. She could wander around the halls and act like this was the home she deserved all along, because it was, and maybe even talk a bit more about winter break plans. Macey knows enough social graces to not invite herself to spaces where she might not be welcome, but maybe it could happen; maybe things will balance out in her favor. It might not be Nebraska, it might be London, or maybe it might just be here, in the mansion, if she can talk her way into it. The only people who normally hang back anyway are ones who either can’t go home or won’t go home, and Macey surely falls into both or either.

But that’s neither here nor there, and they’re still waiting on an answer. Macey dogears her book page, the same page she’s been stuck on this entire time, reading the same paragraph over and over, and sets it aside. “Clueless for sure,” she finally says, forcing a grin, cutting a glance at Cammie. “But only if we stay up way too late talking about how much Paul Rudd kind of looks like J-O-S-H.” (He doesn't.)

Liz squeals, Bex laughs, and Cammie blushes. Mace flashes her a knowing smile and grabs her blanket, ushering them up, while Bex says something about stealing cookie dough from the kitchen. Liz is convinced that they need to swipe Madame Dabney’s projector, even though there’s a perfectly good one in their room (apparently the one that isn’t theirs is 10 times more energy efficient and smells like the essential oil of their choice), and Cammie is watching her, grabbing her hand, helping her up. Cam’s hand doesn’t have callouses yet, but it will, and Macey thinks about what they’ll feel like after break. Will they be rough and ragged, or torn, exposing new, smooth, bright pink skin, the outline just barely visible?

Macey snaps back to reality for a moment; Bex and Liz have left on their respective conquests, and Cam is lingering near the door. “You coming?” she asks, gesturing to the hallway with her chin, and Macey can’t help but remember the annoyed (and annoying) girl that she met on her first visit, the one who just wouldn’t leave her alone. “You know we can’t let them traipse around by themselves; Liz will end up with a sprained ankle and Bex will probably burn the place to the ground.”

“Let’s do this,” Macey shoots back, grabbing a compact fire extinguisher that Liz had made in the labs a semester prior. This was normal. And she’d create balance and stability where she could, starting with her two renegade roommates. “I’m right behind you.”

#gallagher girls #macey mchenry #cammie morgan #gallagher girls series #gallagher girls fic #also on ao3 #one shot #ally carter #hahahahah this is my distraction from zoom university

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blackrosesfanfic · 5 years

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Chapter 189

Devin

My fucking day was delightful. I chuckle to myself walking into the house. I feel like some happy white man coming home to his American dream. Pure joy. The feeling not my family. They are dysfunctional as fuck. I wouldn't be surprised to see my son walking around with his dick out again.

"You were smoking?" Trey asks taking stuff out of the fridge.

"I thought you and your wife were going out."

He shrugs. "Changed our minds."

I lean on the counter. "I feel like a bitch nigga who done made up his mind to commit suicide."

"What?" Trey says staring at me. "You made any plans?"

"You some fucking interventionist? Why the hell that sounds so professional?"

Trey shrugs. "Your kids will miss you. I'll make MiMi my second wife."

"Aye, I'm cool with that if I'm dead. Shit, at least she rich without me."

"Nigga?" Trey says then starts laughing.

I stand up straight. "I am on some other shit right now. I like making business moves that MiMi will be proud of. It's the marriage shit got me thinking about her."

"Marriage do change your way of thinking. I need to find a way to trust my wife."

"Shit you rich. Pay somebody to follow her."

Trey laughs. "Drugs are bad."

"So one doctor saw that the other was driving to work everyday with a driver and the same car. So he find out he paid for a car from my company then he requested to have a similar car there for him at all times. Now I have 3 permanent drivers who are bringing tuition type money every month."

"Yo?" Chris says coming in the kitchen on the phone. "You not at nobody house. Cause I can see you. Why you playing, yo?"

"Look at this bitch." Trey says.

I laugh. "Your girl missing?"

Chris stares at me. "Nigga my girl left this house with your girl."

"My wife." I say nodding.

"And you cool about not knowing where your wife is? Amber where you at, yo?"

I stand up. "MiMi, not here?"

"No."

"Trey what are you doing?" I ask him as he takes more stuff from the fridge.

"Making a sandwich." he snaps.

I look at my phone then put it on the counter. "My phone dead. MiMi mad at me anyway so she won't tell me where she is."

"Is that all that got you so happy? Your new client?" Trey asks.

"My wife." I shrug.

Trey drops the spoon on the counter. "Why should I have to make my own sandwich?"

I look to see if he is serious. "I mean... If you want to eat."

"CiCi." Trey says on the phone now. "I need a sandwich made. You want a sandwich?"

"Me?" I say sitting up. "Yeah, let get a roast beef sandwich. Lettuce, tomato, mayo and mustard."

Trey walks out of the room repeating what I said. Who is going to clean up his mess? A few seconds later Forrest comes into the kitchen. Like a robot he starts putting the stuff into the fridge. Lane comes dragging his body into the kitchen whines. Forrest ignores him. Lane follows him. Trey walks back in the kitchen. He reaches out his arms. I was confused until I realized that he was carrying Minnie.

"Girl Baby." I say taking her. "You miss, Daddy?"

"Temaine?" Lane says letting go of Forrest. "Way you going?"

"Into the room, Daylan. Stop calling me Tremaine, nigga."

Lane starts whining like he had gotten fussed at. "Okay."

I stand up grabbing my phone. I go into Lane's bedroom. He has two beds in his room. One for him and one for JJ that fits under Lane's bed. JJ was lying on the bear in the middle of the floor. At least he has clothes on. I'm leaving him there. I take Minnie in the room. She was fussing before but by the time I get to the bed where her milk was she is sleep.

"Mom."

"Devin, I have been calling you all day."

I chuckle. "Oh really, beautiful?"

"Don't play with me. You said you would talk to your wife about visiting me."

"You know she ain't gonna come. Mom, call her."

She sucks her teeth. "To hear her say no."

"I played a joke on her today. She not talking to me." I say laughing.

"Bye, Devin."

I laugh. She hung up on me. My mother makes it hard for MiMi to get along with her. She does stupid shit like not talk to her. Don't disrespect MyAsia. Last thing you want to do. So if course they have problems. My father calls my phone next.

"Devil."

"Dad."

He sighs. "You know pictures aren't good enough. We have never met your daughter."

"You never seen my house either. How about I buy you tickets to come visit us."

"That's sounds..."

"What about the rest of the family, Devon?" My mother snaps.

He sighs. "You know your grandfather would love to see the new baby."

I laugh. "Dad, call MiMi."

"If I must." he says hanging up.

I close my eyes. It was only for a few seconds. I jump as it feels like Minnie falls from my chest. I scrunch up my face looking into the face of MiMi. She is on her phone. She laughs really loud then sits down putting Minnie to her nipple. She rolls her eyes and take a deep breath. I turn over on my side.

"Where you been?"

"Don't have your fucking parents calling me with bullshit. You know I'm not going to Chicago. Why can't they come down here? I don't understand why they always doing shit like that. Devin?"

I open my eyes. "Mookie."

"Shut up." She retorts.

"I told them, Moo." I say sitting up. "You know my dad always gets on the phone trying to please her."

MiMi rubs on her breast that Minnie was sucking. I lay back on the bed then sit up really fast. I had some good news for her.

"I have another 100,000 dollar contract."

"Who can afford to pay you that much money to drive a car?"

I stand up. "Part of it is for the car. The other part... I mean I only actually get $30,000 but 100,000 sounds good."

"30,000 dollars? So you making that times 3 plus the money driving people around everyday?"

"Plus security."

She smiles at me. "I'm proud of you."

"Don't say it like that."

"Say it like what?" she spats.

"Like I'm a fucking baby or some shit."

She rolls her eyes. "I said I'm proud of you. How the fuck else you want me to say it? Your problem is that nobody ever said it to you not how I said it."

I mean. I shrug it off. "Aight."

"I'm still proud of you."

"Thanks." I say staring at her.

She slowly turns her head to me. "Your son tries his best to act like you. I swear."

Lane walks into the room. He is licking on a popsicle in his underwear. He must have a fever. He stops in front of MiMi watching her breastfeed. After a few seconds he puts his hand on her boob. I start to say something. What that little nigga touching my wife for? He moves his hand.

"You milk in there?"

"Yes."

He holds his popsicle to MiMi mouth. "Eat it."

"Lane, I'm fine."

"K." he says walking out.

Cammie

How do you get your husband to glue himself to you? Sex. Trey is being extra annoying. It's 12 at night and him and Lane won't leave me alone. They are competing for my attention. They both walking around here with fevers. Trey's started 5 minutes ago and he acting like he dying. I try not to exhale as he lies down on me.

"You can't be on me if you have a fever, Tremaine."

"I don't have a fever."

I sigh. "I just checked your temperature. It said 100.9. That's not a fever?"

"I was eating my sandwich."

"Which is cold."

He slides down my body resting his head on my stomach. "It's from sex."

"That was 2 hours ago?"

"I back." Lane says getting on the bed with his ice cream. "Hey, Mommy."

I cut my eyes at him. "Hey, Lane."

He sits there pouting. I reach over and grab his arm pulling him closer to me. There is no need for all of this. He tries to put his head where Trey had his head. Trey jumps out of his sleep looking at Lane funny. Lane takes over the spot completely then starts eating his pedialyte popsicle.

"Tremaine." I chuckle as Trey stares at Lane. "Lay on your own pillow, not me. You are going to get hotter."

"I'm good." he says lying his head further down near my pussy.

I roll my eyes. How the hell am I supposed to sleep like this? I feel Lane's head. He swats my hand away from him then he quickly turns his head looking at me. I should slap him upside his head. He already knows to expect it. I roll my eyes at him. He starts whining then kicks his feet.

"Stop." Trey says in a very deep voice.

"K, sir." Lane says going back to eating his popsicle.

I close my eyes. Caden has been sleeping all night lately so he shouldn't be bothering me. I open my eyes. Trey had jumped up off the bed. What? He walks into the bathroom. I sigh then stand up. Why did he suddenly get sick? I lean on the doorframe watching him. He wipes his face with a towel leaving the water running. I thought he was throwing up or some shit. He cuts his eyes at me from the mirror. I roll my eyes and walk out.

"Jayla?"

"Tremaine." I say lying down.

Lane wasn't in the bed. Maybe I should go find him and check on him. I stand back up out of the bed. Trey was still in the bathroom. Shit keeps getting strange. I check Lane's bedroom. Sometimes he will sleep in his bed. Most times he won't. Tonight he was in his room but not in his bed. Forrest was in his bed. Lane was lying on his pillow pet blanket on the floor. He starts whining then stop. I'm taking him to the doctor in the morning. I go back into the bedroom. Trey is on the bed.

"Jayla?"

"Trey, say something. What?"

"Come here."

I pick up thermometer. "I need to take Lane's temperature. I'll be back."

He doesn't say anything. I take Lane's temperature. It was lower than earlier. I'm glad of that. I still want to see what he has going on. I turn to walk back to the bedroom. Trey is standing at the door watchjng me. I walk by him like I didn't see him. I turn around into him.

"You still acting sick?"

"I was never sick."

I sigh. "Okay, Tremaine. You having nightmares?"

He grabs me pulling me close to him. "Jayla."

"Stop calling my fucking name. Say something else. Don't say Jayla."

"Jayla."

I cover his mouth. "You don't feel hot anymore. What the hell was wrong with you earlier?"

"That." he says touching my pussy.

"Sex doesn't give you a fever."

"You ever took your temperature afterwards?"

"No." I say walking away from him.

He grabs my arm then lets it go. I go into Caden's room. I might end up putting Caden and Lane in the same room. Lane acts like everything in Caden's room is his anyway. It will give us an extra room for guest.

"Caden?" I say touching his chest. He was woke. "You just lying here quiet. What's the matter? Don't poke your lip out now that I'm talking to you."

He lets out a cry. I rub his chest. He already knows damn well I'm not picking him up because his butt wants to fuss. I turn around suddenly. Trey was standing behind me. He chuckles wrapping his atms around me. He must have saw Trey. He continues to pout. Trey bites my neck then he picks Caden up.

"Tremaine?"

"Cad, tell this lady to leave you alone. Why you up with your big eyes?"

Caden smiles at Trey then reaches for his face. Trey brings him closer to him so that he could get to his face. Caden brings his mouth to Trey's nose. He lets him try to bite his nose. I go to walk away. Trey stops me then puts Caden down. I chuckle. He really gonna put his son down to follow me around? Trey puts Caden down. Caden kicks his feet until Trey starts humming to him. Then he lied there doing nothing but looking around. Trey grabs my wrist. I don't know what for. I put my ass on his hand and mine. He stops humming.

"That's exactly what I want." He says grabbing my ass.

"You sick though."

He walks away from Caden. "Let me show you."

I scrunch up my face waiting for Caden to start crying. Nothing. I look around Trey. He put some spell on my child. Caden was lying there playing with his foot. There is no way he is letting me rub his belly then leave him lying there by himself. So is it my fault that my son is bad? Did I make Lane the way he is? I go over to Caden alone. He sees me but closes his eyes. I guess it doesn't matter now. His cute butt is sleepy.

"Jayla?" Trey says picking me up.

"I don't see how Caden cries for you then stops and let you walk away."

"He was crying for you. He couldn't see me. He never cries for anybody but you. Stop bullshitting."

I frown. "He... Tremaine. That would mean I'm the only one giving him want he wants."

"Look at Lane."

"He wouls whine to the wall if he felt like it."

Trey stands me up by the bed then chuckles. "Lane when I first met him was crying for you and acting like he couldn't walk. Stop acting like you suddenly realized that your kids hate for you to walk away from them. Why did Lane have a fit earlier?"

"Which time?"

"Cammie, stop acting like you this tough parent who don't take no shit off her kids. You get an attitude with Lane. Play with his emotions then he plays with your emotions. He don't get beatings anymore because he learned when to stop. He goes just as far as you let him. You teach him to be bad."

I push Trey. "Shut up."

He pushes me back onto the bed. "Lying ass."

"Tremaine."

"Let's see how this pussy taste tonight." he was grabbing my waistband

I put my foot on him. He just uses that to his advantage taking my shorts off. I didn't have on anything under them. I'm not feeling the fact that he said I'm the blame for Caden and Lane's attitude. Do they really copy me?

"Tremaine, I am a tougher parent than you. You barely spank Lane."

"But when I raise my voice he stops most of the times. Why beat him? And I never want to pop him when I'm about to leave." he kisses my thigh. "You not winning this."

I sigh. "I'm going to be meaner."

"Hold your breathe."

"You better hold yours."

He chuckles. I put my foot on his back. He was playing games kissing my thighs and nothing else. I feel like I never did what the therapist suggested I do. Be a mother and a wife instead of a nother and a wife when Trey is around. I think that I do it not to hurt myself. I don't like thinkinf about what he is doing when I'm not around. That life is just so far from what I want my life to be. I'm doing it again. The life I want is this life.

"Camila. I say your fucking nane 3 times and you don't say shit." Trey says pushing himself up from the bed.

"I..." I shrug.

I guess I just fucked up my good head. I giggle then turn over on my back. It's nothing to make it up to him. Trey is very easy to please. I turn my head looking behind me to see where he is. He was walking over to the bed on his cellphone. He smiles at it then he looks up at me still smiling.

"You made me text the wrong number."

"I didn't do nothing."

He gets on the bed. "I told Fab that I had a key for him when he get here."

"Who the fuck were you texting about keys? To what?"

"Your... Kain. You forgot already? He said that he knows a little something about painting and touch up work. Nigga probably never had a real job in his life."

I chuckle looking back at him. "His grandfather did that type of work."

"But him having a job?"

"You might be right. He young. Tremaine, I messed up my lips getting kissed?"

He lies his body on me. "You know all you got to do is ask."

I press my ass against him. "I kinda like dick more."

"Just fucking dick?" he snaps.

"Trem..." I sigh just slightly. "I like your dick better than your head."

He straddles me. He was naked now. I glance back at him. He was taking his shirt off. Damn, I feel like he delaying all of this on purpose. I move my ass under him. He leans down kissing my back.

"Tremaine."

"I can't get my shit up."

I turn a bit. "You a lie."

"Damn, if I really couldn't that would hurt."

"It would have been harsh." I laugh. "I'm sorry."

He isn't paying me any attention. What I was saying that is. He is focused on my body. I turn around lying my head on the bed. I move my hips up and down. He grabs my waist then he lifts it holding me close to him. Caden starts whining. I glance over at the monitor. Somebody was already in there. I reach for the monitor. Trey stops me leaning down entering me at the same time.

"Do... Tremaine." I focus on my point. "Did you see who that was?"

"Forrest."

I reach back towards him. He moves my hand then puts his hand under me grabbing my tittie. I shake my head. Hmm. Trey bites on my neck. I try to move him but he bites harder.

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belleofhell · 6 years

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Rune Factory Secret Santa 2017

Here it finally is! My fanfic for @runefactorysecretsanta! Thank you for being a wonderful host!

I got @angry-sea and I’m so glad I got someone who loves Cecilia as much as I do! It’s a little messy but I tried to include several of your ships. I hope you enjoy :)

The wedding was more than Cecilia ever dreamed it would be.

The church was packed to the brim with people. Every single resident of Alvarna was in attendance, and many people from Kardia were able to make it as well.

Russell had been in tears from the moment he arrived in Alvarna. Cecilia knew she didn’t visit him near as much as she should, but her job with the De Sainte-Coquille’s kept her busy. And maybe she felt a bit out of place in her hometown. Half the villagers left to follow Raguna to some other town, leaving Kardia feeling empty and quiet. Cecilia didn’t like this. Cecilia wanted to live a cozy life, sure, but she also wanted to feel exhilarated. She wanted to be surrounded by people who made her feel alive, not to be stuck in a sleepy village where everyone walked around as if they were half-dead.

So when Tabatha set her up with a job in a town with a population almost double Kardia’s, she packed and left without hesitation.

It was by far the best choice she could have made. There were many more people her age as well as kids running around to make the town feel more alive. Cecilia loved it.

Then Kyle appeared.

Cecilia’s world was shaken, but everyone else was calm and simply accepted it.

Here was a boy with sun-kissed skin and hair almost like the rubies she loves so much with a knack for farming and fighting and charisma that earned him best friends all around town.

Besides the hair, he was just like Raguna.

Raguna, her childhood crush.

It seemed like a sign.

She fell in love quickly and unsurprisingly. What did surprise her, however, was when he loved her back.

After Kyle proposed to her with the round stone surrounded by beautiful fall colors that suited him perfectly Cecilia went straight home and wrote to Russell before telling anyone else.

One week later he showed up at the inn.

Egan was happy to set him up with a room and the two men hit it off right away. Cecilia was relieved. Egan had become a second father figure to her after she left home and it had been thrilling to meet another elf besides Tabitha.

Cecilia knew Egan was disappointed she wasn’t marrying Jake, but she also knew he was still happy for her. Upset that his son wouldn’t stop moping, sure, but still happy for her.

Jake was moping over losing out on Kyle, not her, but Cecilia was not about to tell Egan that.

The weeks before the wedding flew by. Russell loved Kyle, but that was unsurprising. Kyle has a down-to-earth personality that makes him likable. Russell is incredibly laid-back. It was bound to work out.

And now here she was, her arm entwined around Russell who was desperately fighting away tears.

Many of the Kardia residents are stuffed in the back pews. She makes eye contact with Nicholas to her right. His wife is beaming next to him with a little blue-haired baby in her arms. Cecilia’s goddaughter.

To her left she spies Raguna and Mist. They look just as in love as the day they got married, just a little older. There’s a few lines on their faces she doesn’t remember seeing the last time they saw each other. Two fidgeting kids sit with them.

Cecilia’s smile gets a little wider. She wonders how many kids she and Kyle are going to have.

Further up the aisle she smiles at all of her friends. Mana and Alicia are crying. They have been ever since they helped get Cecilia dressed and her hair done.

Cecilia finally steels her courage enough to meet eyes with her soon-to-be husband.

He’s crying too. Why are so many people crying?

Oh. Cecilia’s crying too. Somehow she just noticed.

Her father finally detaches his arm and takes his seat in the front row. Cecilia’s left arm feels cold and empty.

The ceremony goes quickly. They wanted to keep it short because of how stuffy the church can get when it’s crowded.

They decided to throw a reception party in the park and everyone drinks and dances in the comfortable spring air until late into the evening.

Cecilia’s feet hurt from dancing so much. She danced with Kyle, Russell, Egan, Jake, Raguna, Nicholas, Mist, Alicia, Mana, and then she lost track.

Cammy and Roy do an excellent job of entertaining Mist and Raguna’s kids, which Cecilia is thankful for. She wants them to stay as long as possible.

“I can’t believe you’re married,” Raguna had told her honestly while they were dancing. “You still seem like that little girl I saved from that cave. There’s no way you’re old enough for this.”

“I can’t stay little forever,” Cecilia told him in return. “And besides, Kyle is amazing. Have you talked to him yet?”

“Yes, I did. Can you believe he lost his memories too? What a weird coincidence.”

Cecilia just laughs and they finish out the dance.

Dancing with Nicholas leads to a similar conversation.

“I know you had a thing for Raguna way back when, but isn’t it a little weird to go find his personality twin to marry?” He asks, a mischievous smile on his face that makes it clear he’s joking.

“Oh, hush,” she scolds. “They’re completely different. Kyle has red hair. That’s much more my type.”

Nicholas laughs and dips Cecilia, making her squeal.

The party starts winding down around ten o’clock. Egan leads the folks who travelled from Kardia back to the inn. The goodbyes are sad. They’ll all leave in the morning.

Everyone else slowly trickles back to their houses.

The park is somewhat a mess, but part of the charm of living in a small village is that you can all decide to leave the clean-up of festival messes to the next day.

It’s just her and Kyle now. They’re still in their wedding garb but now they’re sweaty and a mess.

“You ready to go home?” Kyle asks, reaching out and grabbing her hand.

Home. Kyle’s farmhouse is not her home. She’s only been in it a handful of times. But it will become home, because Kyle is there. Kyle is home. Kyle has been home for a long time now.

“Yes, I’m ready.” She smiles at her husband and pulls him along the stone path to their future.

#rfss2017 #rune factory #cecilia #kyle #raguna #russell #some others lmao #my writing

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wordmage-girl · 7 years

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I would live a lost-princess trope trashing novel when the lost princess is returned but WHOOPS no, it's not her, it's an enemy spy set on dismantling the kingdom from within

That sounds amazing! Also it prompted me to write 2,000 words so here you go, with my deepest apologies:

Princess Cecilie Camellia of Sevonia, who had until recentlybeen known only as Cammie, the kitchen girl at the Shield and Rose, took toroyalty like a charm. The skepticism expressed by a few courtiers and royaladvisors at her discovery quieted down as soon as they saw her sweeping throughthe corridors, graceful and shy, the very picture of the king’s first wife,rest her soul. How beautiful she was, dancing with her half-siblings in hersilk gowns! How kind she was, giving away food to the beggars at the castlegate! How genteel she was, learning tapestry and court manners and the lap harpwith the ease of true royal blood.

Prince Filbert Frederic of Sevonia, son of the king’s secondwife, who had retired to an abbey after growing tired of the king’s philandering, did not like her one bit.“She’s using all twenty three forks like a natural,” he confided in PrincessGabrielle Galina, who was busy flicking olive pits at the Minister ofAgriculture.

“You’re just jealous because Papa is making much of her,”Gaby said, squinting to improve her aim.

Filbert frowned at her. “You know I would rather Papa notnotice me at all,” he said. “Last time he remembered I exist, I had to spend aweek at a hunting lodge with him and Alexander.”

“Yes, yes, and you had to cancel your tryst with what’s-his-face,I remember.” The olive pit landed in the Minister of Agriculture’s wine glass.“Listen, Cecilie has royal blood. Plus, she was working at an inn, so she knowshow to set a table, and she’s been learning proper manners and everything.There’s no reason for her not to use the artichoke pincers properly.”

“And how long did it take you to learn them?” Filbert asked.Gaby scowled. “She’s only been in the castle for two weeks! Besides, she was akitchen girl, and besides number two, no one outside the royal household usesthe artichoke pincers.”

“Really?” Gaby asked idly, filching Filbert’s olive pits.“How do they eat artichokes, then?”

“They don’t,” Filbert said, but Gaby had already turned herattention to filling Lady Troumant’s hat brim with olive pits.

“Oh, thank goodness,” said Cecilie, when Filbert found heron his way to the royal archives. “I’m hopelessly lost. This place is a maze,and it’s enormous.”

“Well, it is a castle,” Filbert said. “Where were you going?I can point you in that direction.”

“Oh, I was just wandering about, but I got so turned aroundand I promised Elena I’d have tea with her and her lady-in-waiting.”

“…Well, you’re on the opposite side of the castle from theliving compartments,” Filbert said slowly. “This is the ministry side of thecastle.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. You’re right next to the…” Filbert glanced at thenondescript door to the Royal Spymaster’s offices and hurriedly changed tack.“The Minister of Education’s offices.”

“Oh dear.”

“Yes, and I think I should walk you to Delia’s rooms. Likeyou said, this place is a maze.” He offered her his arm.

“Thank you so much, dear brother,” Cecilie said sweetly. Itwas too sweet. Filbert had grown up with enough noble girls to know that whensomeone looked at you like that, she actually wanted to kill you. Her grip onhis arm was feather light, but Filbert imagined that she wanted to dig hernails into his flesh. “That is so kind.”

“Gaby tells me that you’ve been worried about Cecilie’sadjustment to royal life.”

Filbert looked away from the window into the face of hisbrother. “Bastian. What are you doing out of a meeting? Are we at war?”

“Very funny, Filbert,” said Prince Bastian Bernard, who wasso rarely outside the castle that he was often rumored to be dead. He joinedFilbert at the window, which overlooked the castle gate. Currently, the beggarswhich gathered there were crowded around Cecilie, who was handing out food. Itwas quite a large crowd. “It doesn’t look like she’s having trouble adjustingto me.”

“I wasn’t exactly worried about her adjusting,” Filbertsaid. “I think she’s adjusting too well. Like, suspiciously well.”

Bastian raised an eyebrow. “Of course.”

“I mean, she knows everybody’s names, she gets all thedances right…she’s only been here for a few months. This isn’t normal.”

“Just because you can’t dance…”

“This isn’t about me!” Filbert snapped. “A week ago I foundher wandering around the spymaster’s chambers, claiming she was lost.”

“Maybe she waslost,” Bastian pointed out.

Filbert shrugged. Outside, a little girl handed Cecilie aflower.

“The people like her, and we could use their support rightnow.” Bastian patted him on the arm. “Do try to be less odd, Fil.”

Noise was made about Cecilie being wed to a suitable foreignking – she was of age, and the negotiations for Elena’s hand in marriage werealmost over, and how inappropriate that a younger daughter be married beforeher elder sister – and Filbert almost breathed a sigh of relief. Cecilie couldhardly make trouble for Sevonia if she was across the sea, ruling in Jaroc.

The king of Jaroc arrived for a visit. There were severalballs planned, and a feast that sent the kitchens into a tizzy. The balls werepleasant enough, the feast decadent. The king of Jaroc was handsome and dashingand solicitous.

It only took a few days for the whole thing to fall apart.Someone said something at a party, although later no one knew who had said it;a glass of wine was spilled on someone’s gown; a turn of phrase in a speechwent down wrong. The feast ended with Cecilie, pale and trembling, beingushered out of the hall, while dignitaries threw insults at each other.

The king of Jaroc and his retinue left Sevonia in highdudgeon.

“It could be worse,” Sir Oscar comforted Filbert. “They’re asmall kingdom.”

“The king’s aunt is Dowager Queen of Pela-Pela,” Filbertsaid glumly, naming one of the largest kingdoms in the area.

“You’re not even involved in ruling,” Oscar said. “Come on,have a drink. Dance with me.”

“Pass, thanks,” Filbert said. He hardly even noticed Oscarleaving.

For a while, nothing happened, but Filbert couldn't let itgo. Cecilie’s graces and mannerisms were too perfect, her behavior too good.She was everything a princess should be, when Filbert knew that the royalfamily was entirely comprised of horrible brats and selfish, power hungryassholes.

Something about her kept niggling at him until, in the finetraditions of royal brotherhood, Filbert payed off a castle page to report to him onCecilie’s doings. The girl fell ill within the week, but not before she toldhim that Cecilie was completely normal, and a lovely person besides. Why, theprincess had even given her candy.

The next page broke his neck. Filbert stopped paying thepages to spy on her.

Where Cecilie walked, ruin followed. Filbert was sure of it,but no-one believed him.

Cecilie had a picnic with Elena. Elena broke her engagementto Duke Galen, estranging one of the most powerful families in the kingdom.Cecilie danced with so-and-so. Feuds broke out in the court. Cecilie had aquestion for the Royal Treasurer. Papers went missing from his office, and aproclamation was issued to raise taxes which the Royal Treasurer claimed toknow nothing of. (The king was quite pleased with that turn of events.)

Of course, all of these things could easily be dismissed ascoincidences. Elena could have heard about the Duke’s mistresses from anyone.The court feuded constantly (although usually not so bitterly). People went inand out of the Royal Treasurer’s office all the time, and mistakes happened.

Filbert was not fooled.

It was a relief when Cecilie chose to join the royalhousehold’s excursion to the summer castle in June. Filbert always chose tostay behind, relishing the quiet and relative solitude. He dined with Elena,who was ill and could not travel, and he had his own duties to attend to, butsocial life crawled to a halt.

Three days in, a messenger came from the summer castle.Bastian had fallen from a cliff and broken his neck. He had been discovered byCecilie.

The kingdom donned mourning. Filbert resolved to act.

Bastian’s duties were heavy, and they were now Filbert’s.There was no time now to worry about Cecilie, not when he knew that the kingdomof Jaroc was extremely displeased with them, and the treaty with Pela-Pela wason shaky ground, and there was unrest in the city, and the border with Veronewas teeming with bandits, and the grain stores had gone bad with mold. On topof that, the spymaster claimed that there was a plan to assassinate the kingand his heir.

“Isn’t there always?” Filbert asked tiredly.

“A new plan,” the spymaster insisted. “To kill His Majestyand Prince Alexander Amery from the inside. Plant a mole.”

Filbert straightened in his chair instantly. “Do you knowanything else about this plan?”

“Not yet,” said the spymaster. “But I can find out, yes?”

“Yes. It is most important,” Filbert said firmly.

There were additional guards set around the king’sbedchambers. Alexander was forbidden from inviting anyone into his bed, unlesshe wished to wait until the spymaster interrogated them. The food tasternervously insisted on bringing on his assistant for the king’s every snack.

The kingdom could hardly bear the expenses. They werealready paying for extra patrols on the border, paying extra for every shipmentfrom Jaroc now, paying extra for grain from Pela-Pela. But bear the expensethey must.

Months later, when the extra guards had been retired and thespymaster was sure the assassins had fled the kingdom, the king decided to goon a hunting trip. He insisted that both his eldest sons come with him. Filbertinsisted that he was busy, and Bastian had always stayed behind, and besides,perhaps it would be wiser not to return to the hunting lodge this winter…

It was always, always worse to be right, Filbert decided,when the king’s corpse, peppered with arrows, was returned to the castle.

The coronation was a tiny thing. The royal procession waslikewise dull, and shorter than any in the history of the kingdom. All otherfestivities were cancelled, and Alexander was kept under lock and key. Noexcursions to the city, no parties, no women. The castle gates were closed andbarred. The guards were ordered to trust no one.

The people of the kingdom were worried. The people of thecity were terrified. The court was panicking.

Filbert had no time for them. Alexander was even less of aking than their father had been, and like Bastian before him, he had a kingdomto run.

It was late at night, and most of the castle was asleep.Filbert’s lamp had run out of oil, and instead of retiring for the night, heelected to work by candlelight. The grain shipments were being waylaid, and ahidden border garrison had been viciously attacked. Sleep was for people withless worries.

When the candle nearest the door flickered and went out,Filbert didn’t think much of it. By the time it had occurred to him to considerlighting it again, there was a knife at his throat.

“I thought you operated by morediscreet measures,” Filbert said to his inkwell.

“I did consider poisoning you,”said the dulcet tones of Princess Cecilie, “but the maids say that you hardlyeat, and I haven't much arsenic left.”

“That's too bad. I suspect Iwould have preferred death by poison.”

“Probably.”

Filbert cleared his throat.Carefully. “And what happens if I scream?”

Cecilie hummed, considering.“Then I escape through the secret passage behind the tapestry.”

“Good eye.”

“Castle plans.”

“Ah. Why not Alexander?”

“Don't be stupid. Your brotherwill run this kingdom into the ground all by himself. He's making my jobeasier.”

“Tell me about it.” Filbertwaved a hand at the paper littering his desktop. “Do you know how much thefamily spends on silks alone? I could feed the kingdom for a year if Elena gaveme her jewelry money.”

“I know. Really, I'm doing you afavor. You'd end up with your head on a spike sooner or later anyway, with theway the kingdom is going. At least I'm fast.”

“I suppose. Are you working forVerone? Or Hevriel? I can't imagine any of the coastal kingdoms pulling thisstunt. They're too busy infighting.”

“Wouldn't you like to know,”Cecilie said. “Look, I'm tired of this. It's been a long year, and I promisedHer Majesty I'd be done with you all a month ago.”

“Wait!” Filbert blurted. “I havean offer for you.”

Cecilie sighed. “This is gettingtiresome.”

“Listen,” Filbert said.

The next day Alexander was dead,apparently by his own hand, and Cecilie, next in line for the throne, wascrowned as Queen Cecilie Camellia, first of her name. Hers was a very long,prosperous reign, marked by a trade treaty with Pela-Pela, lower taxes, a moreaustere court, and the sudden death of all who opposed her.

Funny, that.

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yoooo so you know how you did the 'if the parents die during______path how would their kids react' could you maybe please do that for soleil, ophelia, and nina? youre a star and i love you

Oh my! It’s been a while so I don’t exactly remember what you’re talking about BUT I think I might know generally what you’re asking about so I’ll do my best! ᕙ( * •̀ ᗜ •́ * )ᕗ

For now I’ll do Soleil and Ophelia’s since theirs are kinda tied together by Selena. I’ll have to do Nina’s some other time. hope you enjoy!

Soleil and Ophelia (Birthright Route):

Both Odin and Laslow were really worried about having children. They had a promise to keep and it seemed unfair to never let their kids know about their families back in the Halidom.

Selena, being the cool friend she is, convinces them both that they should. Because “you never know if we’ll go back. So you should just make a family here.”

Odin still isn’t really ready to take the step, but Laslow does. He knows its cruel to keep his child away from her grandparents, but he wants a family to really call his own.

After seeing Laslow carrying his baby girl around the castle, Odin finally caves and has a child. He’s worried that she’ll be marked with the brand of the exalt, but quickly pushes the worries away. No one would recognize it right?

Selena becomes the auntie and helps the boys (and their wives) care for the little tykes.

When Birthright happens (Corrin Yada Yada, baby realms yada yada), Odin is killed first. Laslow and Selena get the bad news and they’re devastated. How are they going to tell Ophelia? She was so close to her father she’d be heartbroken by the news. In the midst of trying to figure out what to do, Selena is called away for battle and she promises Laslow they’ll discuss this later.

Unfortunately, later is too late as when Selena returns with Camilla and Beruka, she finds out Laslow has died protecting Xander. At first she doesn’t want to believe it, swearing up and down that there’s now way Laslow could be dead. He’s too headstrong for this and you have got to be joking!

She collapses to her knees in front of Camilla, sobbing, and asking why this had to happen to them. They had already escaped one terrible fate only to be met with another. Camilla and Beruka don’t really know what she’s talking about, but there’s no way in hell Cammy would leave her to cry her eyes out alone.

Selena spends about a week grieving with Camilla and Beruka by her side, because it hurts that her friends are dead and she wasn’t there to protect them. But she stops when she realizes that the girls are still alone in their deeprealms, waiting for their fathers to return and bring them home.

Up until this point, Selena has been the only one aware of the children’s existence (minus their fathers and mothers). She wonders what she should do. Should she take them from the deeprealms and re-introduce them to this world? Or should she take them home to Ylisse, where they’ll be surrounded by loving family?

Eventually, she convinces herself to go to their deeprealms. As she’s leaving the castle, she’s stopped by Camilla who wants to know where she’s going. Selena doesn’t want to say, but eventually caves and tells her that she’s going to go look for Laslow and Odin’s daughters.

Camilla implores that she let Leo know, because Selena isn’t the only one grieving for her fallen comrade. But Selena refuses, telling her that its better this way. Leo, Niles, and Peri probably already feel guilty for their friends’ deaths and it’s unfair to pile on more.

Camilla hates that she’s right, but eventually lets her go. Telling her that she always has a place at the castle if she so chooses. Selena runs off, never looking back at Castle Krackenburg.

She first visits Ophelia. Ophelia is, of course, delighted to see her aunt, but is curious where her father is. Selena gives her a grim smile, pulling her into a tight hug and rubbing her head saying something along the lines of “We need to go see Soleil, okay? We can go see your dad later.” Ophelia puts up a bit of a fight. She’s frustrated that her dad didn’t come to see her, but eventually goes along with Selena.

Luckily the entrance to Soleil’s deeprealm isn’t too far and once they’ve gotten Soleil out of there, Selena turns to the two of them with a very serious expression. Soleil is holding Ophelia’s hand because ever since she left the deeprealm, something just hasn’t felt right. She’s not sure why, but everything feels wrong and she just wants to know where Uncle Odin and Dad are.

It takes Selena a few times before she finally tells them what happened. About the war and how their father’s died honorably in the heat of battle. Both girls are shocked, before Soleil starts yelling how Auntie Selena has to be wrong. Dad is the best fighter she’s ever met and there’s no way he could ever be beaten!

Ophelia looks really pale as she mumbles something about how she can’t feel her father’s energy in this world anymore, but this has to be a joke. Father has to be testing her prowess as a dark mage. Right, Auntie Selena?

Selena, all the meanwhile, is trying to keep herself from crying because she remembers when they were all young and lost their parents and it hurts to remember it. “I’m sorry, girls.” She finally manages to say, reaching out to pull them close. “I’m so sorry.”

Ophelia goes limp in her arms but Soleil starts yelling louder. She’s frustrated and angry because they have to be wrong! Their dads were invincible! Nothing could hurt them! Selena has to hold onto her tightly because she’s thrashing and kicking up a fuss like a child.

When Soleil finally calms down, she’s crying and burying her face in her aunt’s chest, openly weeping and asking why her daddy had to leave her like this and how it wasn’t fair. Ophelia is pretty quiet and hasn’t really made a sound, but her grip on Selena’s tunic is tight.

Eventually they make it back to Selena’s camp, where she finally manages to get them to stop crying long enough to get some food in them. Both girls fall asleep on Selena and she wishes that her friends were here right now to tell her what to do.

Selena, Soleil, and Ophelia travel for a little while as both the girls try to get over their fathers’ deaths. Ophelia isn’t quite as chipper as she usually is and Soleil eyes are stormy with emotion. It’s difficult at first for Selena, because when she’d lost her mother, they were in the midst of war. She had something to funnel her anger into, but these girls didn’t.

She takes them to the royal burial site to see their father’s tombs. It’s a solemn day and neither of the girls want to leave, but Selena finally convinces them that their father’s are at rest and that they’re watching over them.

They never really settle down after that. Selena has them moving from town to town as mercenaries, like she used to with Odin and Laslow. The girls pick it up quickly, and soon they’re able to leave their fathers’ deaths behind. Soleil springs back pretty easily, but Ophelia never fully recovers from it.

Selena never takes them back to Ylisse. She’s considered it many times in her lifetime, but finally decides that it isn’t something they need. Ylisse was never their home, and it never would be. She thinks Laslow would be disappointed that Olivia never got to meet Soleil, but it feels cruel to throw more turns at the girls.

#answers #ophelia (fire emblem)#soleil (fire emblem)#selena (fire emblem)#severa (fire emblem)#odin (fire emblem)#owain (fire emblem)#laslow (fire emblem)#inigo (fire emblem)#headcanons

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Behind Those Eyes

Chapter 14 - End

Adjusting after that fiasco was tough. I went back to the orphanage, Cole helping me find the way. After whatever that was with Kev, I collapsed. I woke up however later it was, blind, but not alone. I love my powers. Both of them. Kev lost his mind reading powers, but he still had his family powers. Nobody else died. And, we captured all the villains.

Huzzah!

The mood was muted. I was quick to make jokes about my blindness, making everyone less awkward around me. I missed it. Seeing the sky, watching leaves dance in the wind, admiring my friend's smiles. I can still picture them.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by approaching feet. "Wait, don't tell me," I said, and smile forming on my mouth. "I want to guess." I listened hard, hearing soft breathing and light footsteps. "Phoenix?" I guessed.

Silence.

I'll take that as a no.

I groaned. "Alright I give up."

I felt light wind brush across the top of my patchy head, ruffling the bunches of hair that could grow. I need a wig.

"Martha," I said steadily.

"Cam," she said. "You're talking to me now."

I shrugged, not really knowing what to say. She took that as an invitation to continue. "I needed to tell you something." I motioned for her to continue. "When I woke up, last year, I was in that same room you were. The Director, he was there. He explained everything to me, and I was angry, so angry at first. I was a captive, I had no choice. Then Peculiar, she got inside my head. I don't think she really wanted me to go insane, because I could still function on my own."

She sighed, and I heard something that sounded like her sitting down. "All I really remember from that time is flashes. I didn't have any solid memories. So I'm sorry, that I didn't reach out before."

She stopped talking then, apparently not knowing what to say. "I forgive you," I said quietly. I imagined she was looking at me questioningly, wondering why.

"You, so full of hate and anger, forgive me, just like that?" She asked.

Way to hit the nail on the head. Ouch.

"I've had enough anger inside of me, I think I'm done being angry." I heard her hair ruffle, and I imagined she was nodding her head. She could have been shaking it, though.

"How very mature of you," she complimented. Or insulted. "There was something else I wanted to tell you," she said. "Waya and I were talking, and we want to retire. Take things slow, I know Houdini and Legion want to take a break too. Honestly, I think that last fight might've pulled a lot out of everyone."

I nodded, agreeing with her. "I think the only ones staying are Aerglo, Mo, Phoenix, Mazus, Mayhem, Nova and Rellik. I think Mo is also thinking of ditching her mask, along with Mayhem."

It was quiet again, and the only think keeping me thinking Martha has left was her steady breathing.

"That'll be good for the public, knowing who's protecting them. They'll do a fine job." She said.

I nodded, not knowing what more to say.

"Tom and I were also talking about something else, something that concerns you. We want you to be the new director."

Well there's a surprise.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you are the best candidate. You know these people, you know the cave, you know the system, plus, you and I both know you won't be able to stay away from the fight too long." She has a point.

"I don't know what to say."

"Say yes," she urged.

"Okay," I said, plunging into the unknown.

. . .

We were sitting in silence, just enjoying each other's company. I felt her hand brush against mine, and I opened my palm so she can lace our fingers together. She rubbed her thumb along the side of my hand, repeating the comforting movement. It set off butterflies in my stomach.

"Aella and Waya want me to be the new director." I broke the silence.

She hummed. "I think you'd be great at it."

I imagined her face, the one from school. Cute cheeks, full lips, dark eyes filled with love. Why did it take me so long to realise that she loved me, and I her.

"I want you by my side," I murmured.

She lifted my hand, pressing a kiss to it. I smiled. "Always,"

"Always and forever."

. . .

Cole stared at her, taking in the sight of her girlfriend. Her girlfriend. That was weird to say, it finally happened. It was all a rush of spilling feelings and then suddenly she was being hugged, arms wrapping tightly across her back, Hestia's face buried in her shoulder. She smiled at the memory. She revelled in the quiet. She knew as soon as this moment was over, Hestia was going to go back to pretending like she wasn't affected by Cole.

"Ew," came a voice. Cole looked over to see Jay in the doorway. "Keep the PDA to a minimum." They both grinned, and Hestia huffed and let go of Cole's hand. Cole tried not to show her disappointment at the loss of contact.

"What do you want," Hestia asked. Cole tuned them out, choosing to stare at the amazing woman in front of her.

Her hair sprung out in dark curly patches, sparse across her head. She had mentioned getting a wig, just for the public, but Cole thought she looked beautiful. She had burns running up and down her arms and legs, and probably more covering her torso. Her eyes, that's what Cole missed the most. Her beautiful blue eyes were covered by a thick white curtain, only the faintest of the once brilliant blue shining through.

Her skin was still just as soft, and her right hand was mostly unscathed. She loved Hestia's hands. Her fingers were long, and the knuckles a little bit big. They were perfectly imperfect.

"Cole?"

"Huh?" Cole was brought out of her thoughts to see Jay looking at her and Hestia looking over her shoulder. Close enough.

"We were wondering what you were going to do." Jay clarified.

"Um, I wasn't listening."

Hestia rolled her eyes. "No duh,"

Jay snickered. "Are you going to be on the team or in charge of the team?"

"I'll go wherever Nessa goes." Yeah, Cole is cheesy. Despite her not having to lie anymore, Hestia still went by Nessa. Cole called her Hestia in private, but Nessa with all the others. The others still called her Cammie, though.

"Well I won't be much use on the team being blind," Hestia quipped. Jay and Cola laughed, and Hestia grinned. "Come on babe," she said to Cole. "It's time to go visit the slime bag.

Interrogation time!

He was locked up in the cave's prison, Hestia didn't trust regular prisons. Besides, we had a power dampener just for him. They walked down the steps slowly, thinking. They came to the door he was behind, and slowly opened it up.

"Hey there, Killer." Hestia said coldly. Cole itched to take her hand, but she understood that now was not the time.

"Chameleon?" He didn't recognise her.

"Ding ding ding! You got it in one. So, I have some questions for you. If you answer them, I leave you alone, and you get regular meals. If you don't, I'll haunt you in your nightmares and you'll starve. Got it?"

He nodded, then said yes when he realised she couldn't see.

"Great. So the first lie you told me was that the experiment that gave me my powers was an accident, and that it wasn't supposed to hurt anyone. You and I know that's not true. I know who you are. You're a racist misogynistic white man, who can't accept that there are other people in this city, this country, who deserve to be treated like equals."

Cole was confused. She did not think this was how it was going to go. Maybe something along the lines of yelling about murder and lies and all that, but definitely not this way.

He chuckled. "You've done your research. Your kind should have assimilated when we got here."

"First of all, racism. Blatant racism. But you don't care about that. You mean to tell me that your plan the whole time, was to only recruit people who fit you ideal version of a person, and also kill people who you didn't consider human?"

He tapped his nose. "Swallow was a mistake, and I never authorised your team to be recruited. I didn't even authorise her." He gestured towards Cole.

"How long have you been planning this?" Hestia but out, trying not to show her anger. Too bad the Director wasn't the one who was blind. He was smirking.

"For as long as Rhea and Zephyr Whitehead have been on the run."

A pregnant pause. "You knew my family." It wasn't a question.

. . .

My blood was boiling, and it took everything in me to not launch myself at him. I'd probably end up smacking my head into the wall or something. He knew my parents.

He knew my parents and he lied to my face.

He's known who I am this whole time. No I understood why he hates me so much. Because he's a racist misogynistic old man who can't get with the times. I'm done here. He can rot for all I care. I turned around, forgetting I was blind, again, but Cole got the idea. She lightly placed a hand on my shoulder and steered me towards the door. When we got outside she led us back to the lounge, and I sat heavily on the couch.

"Want to talk about it?" Came the soft question.

I shook my head, perplexed. "If he knew who I am this whole time, why. Why bother letting me live. Was it just ton cause me so much pain and misery? Why not just kill me?"

I felt a hand in mine. "I think," Cole said slowly, you should focus on who's alive, and who really matters. Have you even been back to the orphanage yet?"

"You're right," I murmured. "Take me there, please?"

I could practically hear her grin.

. . .

Cole was saying we were standing outside of the tall building, but I couldn't see so I'd just have to take her word for it. My hand was on her shoulder, and I was tugged along until we reached the steps. No, I did not trip. I need to get one of those canes too. I heard knocking, and steeled myself for the questions about to come.

"Hello?" I heard Helen say. "How can I help you?"

"Hi," Cole responded. "I know you don't recognise her, but this is Nessa."

Silence.

I missed my vision.

"I don't think so, Nessa is just inside." Helen remarked. Clever, lying, but you see, it really is me.

"Nessa Carter, your oldest orphan at 17, birthday April 23, has been here since she was six, and when you first met her, you gave her a stuffed parasaurolophus that she named Perry, because she couldn't pronounce the name." I smiled. "That stuffed dinosaur is in my room, on the second shelf over my bed."

"Ness?" I almost rolled my eyes. This was like a scene from a movie. Boo, too cheesy.

"Yep, hey Helen. I was captured for three months by the villains and then I was on TV and then I was recovering and now I can't see." I said all in one breath, using sarcasm to cover my emotions.

"Well," I heard. "That's certainly a good enough reason for Mason." I grinned, and I knew everything was going to be alright.

. . .

Months later, I was still getting used to being blind and in charge.

Cole was my saving grace. She really is wonderful, she did so much for me. I pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, after a few seconds of trying to find her cheek and holding her head still so I wouldn't miss. I'm great at this whole blind thing. I felt her cheek curve upwards, and smiled too.

"What do we have," I asked her, listening intently. I had noticed my hearing had gotten better since losing my vision, but I still walked into people by accident.

"Uh, a cat," she said. "Stuck in a tree." I snorted.

"Sounds like a job for our esteemed team." I leaned forward and pressed a button, speaking into the comms. "Hey losers, you're up."

#writing #writeblr #new writeblr #story #chapter update #superhero #powers #writeblogging

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agent-7-at-your-service · 7 years

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Future Plot: Project Prometheus - Chapter 3 Part 1

(( Sandra, Justinian (Not in this chapter), Telemachus (Not in this chapter), Iruka (Not in this chapter), Pyrrhus/Chaodis (Not in this chapter) belong to me

Camille, Lee, Depiction of Callie, Janine (Not in this part of the Chapter), Marina, and Pacling (Not in this chapter) belong to @inklingleesquidly

Nebula and Wish belong to @myzzy and @agenttwo

Mysteeri belongs to @dreadangel

Designs of Marina and Wish belong to @teamuntyblue

Emerald and Sapphire (Not in this chapter) belong to @twelvetailedkitsune and @son-of-joy

Celeste (Not in this chapter) belong to @alpinesquid

Arsenic (Not in this chapter) belongs to @a-demo-of-a-hero

Champion of Janus belongs to [classified] ))

Camille is about to leave the Parthenon and return to the divine city of Olympus with Hephaestus. She needed to bring a party to Mycenae and investigate. For the sake of her parents and the Impending Doom that must be fought, she had to come to that city. Hephaestus advises her to stay in Athens for a while so that he can get the other Champions. Camille requested to the Blacksmith God that he gets Marina, Wish, Nebula, Mysteeri, and Sandra only; the rest will be reserved in case there are other activities in either the Mediterranean or the world.

In the meantime, Camille had this huge portion of time to herself here in the Acropolis. She can just go off to Mycenae alone, but she would rather wait for her friends to arrive. She decided this is the time to get together some more with Athena, and maybe she can retrieve the real Spear of Athena.

Athena is found in a viewpoint in the Acropolis, a few feet away from the Parthenon, surveying the city of Athens through a telescope. Two little owls were companying the goddess, being recognized by Camille as Nyctimene and Noctua. The two owls weren't the massive nights-birds Camille knew.

Camille approached the Wise Goddess, and the owl Nyctimene flaps her wings, being glad to see Camille again. Athena noticed and turns to see Camille.

"Hi, again." Athena gave a smile of hospitality. "Came to see all of Athens from here?"

"Not really...," Camille pets Nyctimene before looking at Athena, "But I do want to spend time with you... I really miss ya."

"Oh, that's sweet of you, Camille," Athena complemented before looking at the view of her city. "Feel that breeze, Cammy?"

".....Yeah?" Camille can feel the wind lightly hitting her.

Athena was glad to answer that. "Whenever I hear the whispering the breeze makes, I can still hear the old Athens that thrived here. It tells me stories of

Athena and Camille lean against the rails that a construction team installed. They enjoyed the view for a moment and the breeze, remaining quiet. Soon Athena said something.

"...So Moros has your parents?" Athena frowned. "I wish I can join, but I have to serve my sentence for the war on Troy..... But there is something I can give back."

The Wise Goddess took Camille's hand and brought her back to the gazebo bedroom, she goes over a to a white pillar behind the gazebo. It turns out she can put her hand right on the stone structure, and what she pulled out is a spear of bronze. It was her heirloom.

"Your spear?" Camille took out the duplicate spear made of Promethean Glass. "...You want to give it to me? Are you sure?"

"I can count on you to take care of it." Athena hands it in front of Camille. "You've taken good care of it when you were facing the Titans and Typhon, you can do it again when facing Moros."

Camille couldn't help but take what her friend is offering her. Athena places it in her hands along with the Promethean Glass replica. The two weapons merged Athena's spear is complete gold instead of bronze. It still cloaked in the stars and space dust like it's replica.

Athena smiled and gave a little giggle. Then a scroll was handed to the goddess, separating her and Camille.

"Madam Athene, Letter from Artemisia." It's the Messenger and Trickster Hermes. "Oh and hello, Athena's Champion." Hermes paused for a moment, thinking about how he addressed her. "That doesn't roll off the tongue, I'll just all you Champion of Athena still."

Camille rolls her eyes. "Rude." She then thought about Iris, the goddess she once met on the Greek island of Strofades. "How's Iris?"

"Her? Well..." Hermes wasn't that surprised. "She's doing the same job as me... she's still taking care of that island though... That's pretty much it. I've taught her all I can when it comes to being a messenger."

At the moment, Athena is reading the message she just received.

"I heard about your parents, Camille," Hermes mentioned, "If there anything you need--"

"Nah, I can handle this," Camille replied, "Moros has no idea what's coming."

"And where are you starting this new journey of yours?" Hermes asked.

"Mycenae." Camille puts Athena's spear away. "I have business there... actually, it's what I'm told to go to from dream I just had."

"Morpheus?" Hermes raised an eyebrow.

"Morpheus." Camille nods.

"Seeing your parents through his realm?" Hermes chuckled. "Moros can never each that dream realm anyway... except for..." He then shrugged it off. "You've face nightmare before, right? Good. Bye." He then speeds off in a few seconds.

"Hey wait--" Hermes is already gone. "Thanks a lot." Camille folds her arms before turning to Athena. "So what is Artemis tell ya?"

Athena rolls up the scroll. "She's in the Ukraine with the Amazon Descendants, protesting against the deforestations. She asked me to come help her."

"Well, then I guess both of us are busy, huh?" Camille smiled.

"Yup." Athena smiled back. She then wondered something. "Have you been taking care of Arachne for me before we went our separate ways?"

Arachne was once Athena's weaving rival turned spider companion, and now Arachne is Camille's spider companion, acting as a pet spider.

Camille realized that Arachne is still back in Shee-Booyah and probably taking over the apartment with webs and some spider friends. She isn't worried, but she feels a bit terrible for forgetting Athena's friend.

Athena giggled. "Don't worry, I'll have Iris and some of my relatives fix your apartment and pick up Arachne."

Hephaestus finally returned. "Miss Squidly, they're here."

Camille nods to the Blacksmith god and looks back at Athena. This is where they're part ways for now. The Wise goddess has work to do in Greek and Ukraine.

"Good luck," Camille cheered.

"Good luck," Athena cheered back.

Camille follows Hephaestus to the Parthenon's Entrance where the others were. Marina Squidly and Wish dressed up in some special excavation attires, ready to go and explore the Ancient Greek world. Nebula and Mysteeri were in the Champion forms with Nebula dressed in scales and sea glass and Mysteeri dressed in darkness and precious metals. Sandra was still in the form of the humanoid white lioness dressed in bronze, gold, and leather.

"Next stop's Mycenae," Camille happily commanded.

((At this point in the chapter, narration is by Hephaestus))

So you're heading to Mycenae, Camille? I suggest going to the city of Argos, it's closest to the ruins there. I hear Poseidon is visiting that site along with a few other cities that worship him. He's going about as a professor, lecturing to college students about the value of the ocean and the life thriving there. His wife, Amphitrite, is also there, supporting her husband while trying to help the mortals like you to never fear water again like your ancestors. You'll find them at the Argo's Ancient Theater, lecturing about all these things to some college students.

But at the same time, I hear Zeus is coming there with Hera, inviting the two to dinner later. Maybe they could help you with your situation with Moros, but keep in mind that Moros is always watching.

While you're searching for clues on the whereabouts of your Grandmother and finding a way to free your parents, be on a lookout for someone associated with Janus, a two-headed Roman Time God with powers inherited by Chronos. Hermes is reporting that this "champion" is trying to focus on Moros as well, targeting those associated with a group called the Children of Nyx.

The Children of Nyx doesn't consist of all the children of Erebus and Nyx; it's more of an alliance than a family. But Moros is now using resources pooled in that alliance to make you suffer.

Whatever you need to do in Mycenae, come back to Olympus just in case.

((End of Narration))

Camille and her party arrived in Argos by bus, passing by the ruins of Mycenae, dressed in their usual attire. They were supposed to be sent to an ancient theater where Poseidon and Amphitrite were. However, something caught Sandra's eyes when they were about to pass by an ancient barrack, the Barracks Of Kapodistrias: A fight.

And this isn't just any fight; it's against ghost-like humanoid maidens with gnashing teeth, long sharp nails and knuckles, skin that's the color of decay, blood-colored warpaint from the mouth down to the neck, and wing-like cloaks of wolven skin and fur.

The one fighting these horrid fiends is a young girl. This girl is a green inkling dressed in a green dress and sleeves and dark gray vest and gloves. She has beige leather sandals and a gold pocket watch pendant. Her eyes obscured by a mask with two gold faces -- one of a young man and one of an elderly man; Her nose and her mouth can still be seen. Her hair is green with her two long tentacles being curled.

She was armed with two .96 Gals -- of them of the Deco style -- and both had what appear to be the arms of a clock attached to them. She was shooting her enemies down until she was surrounded.

"Stop the bus!" Sandra requested to the driver.

The bus stops near the Barracks with Sandra being the first to come out. Camille and Nebula followed and later Mysteeri, Marina Squidly, and Wish. Wish opened up her parasol.

"Sandra, wait! Where are you going?" Camille questioned.

"She must've found something interesting here," Mysteeri assumed.

"We better check that out I guess," Nebula suggested.

Camille rolls her eyes and then takes out Athena's spear. "Then let's see what Sandy was checking out." She looks to Marina Squidly and Wish. "You guys coming?"

"Wish and I and will go to the nearest bus stop and find you guys another bus," Marina Squidly answered, "You go help out Sandra."

Camille, Nebula, and Mysteeri continue following Sandra into the Barracks and into the center. When they arrived, the unknown girl that Sandra saw is already handling her situation. She was fighting with fierce grace, maneuvering around with ease while combating her enemies.

At one point, the unknown green inkling girl puts away her .96 Gals away, and two 30 cm ribbons out of her sleeves, and she magically wraps them around her gloves. She then slammed her fits into the ground and throws her enemies into the air, and they float in mid-air in slow motion. This gave the girl a chance to take out her .96 Gals and shoots the maidens down.

Camille took a close look at the .96 Gals that the girl is armed with, recalling that her family owned .96 Gals just like that. Then again, this could just be a coincidence. But the two-faced mask indicates the girl is associated with the time god Janus.

When the last enemy is shot down, the unknown girl flips her hair and turns to the Olympian Champions before her.

"Quite a show you put there," Mysteeri complimented.

"That mask." Nebula steps towards the unknown girl. "Are you associated with a god named Janus?"

"I am," the girl answered Nebula before replying to Mysteeri, "And thank you." When she looked at Camille, the girl looked eager to meet her. "Champion of Athena I presume?" Her smile was more welcoming.

"Uh... Yeah." Camille raised an eyebrow.

"Those things didn't hurt you, did they?" Sandra asked, stepping into the conversation.

"You mean the Keres, nah, I can take care of myself, so I'll be fine." The unknown girl still has her eyes on Camille. She adjusts the mask so that her eyes can be seen; they were familiar blue. She took a deep breath. "I heard about your parents, Champion of Athena. I want to help."

"Wha...???" Camille folds her arms. "Y-you're joking right?"

"I'm not," the girl simply replied.

"But you have no idea what she's up against," Mysteeri argued.

"I don't see why that's a problem," the girl replied, "I'll still want to offer help."

"If Janus has interest in helping us, then we will allow it." Nebula looks to Sandra. "But that's up to her. After all, she's the leader of our alliance, the Argonauts."

"Uhm....." Sandra didn't know what to say. She never made this kind of decision before.

"I will only answer to Camille alone," the Champion of Janus stated, "If she says yes, I will join the Argonauts and take the oath."

"But we just met," Camille pointed out.

"Think of this as my introduction then," the girl has thought up the introduction for some time, "My name is Jovana, the Champion of Janus Di Selecti, God of Beginnings, Gates, Transitions, Time, Duality, Doorways, Passages, and Endings."

Jovana takes out her .96 Gals, places them on the ground and gets on one knee, speaking in a more formal tone. She looks straight at Camille.

"Accept me as your Guardian, Miss Camille Squidly," Jovana offered, "I will shield your back from all foes and give my life for yours if it ever comes to that. I swear it to the Pantheon of Olympus, the Pantheon of Rome, and all Pantheons of the Mediterranean."

Camille looked dumbfounded. She could reject the offer, but she can tell somethings off about this Champion of Janus. Before Camille can figure out what's off, Sandra steps close to her and whispers in her ear.

"Hey, Camille, I were you, I would accept her offering," Sandra whispered, "Listen, I know how to respond to things like this and it's outdated, I mean like way outdated."

"Whatever, just tell me how to respond to this." Camille wants to get this over with.

While Sandra is telling Camille what to say, the Champion of Janus is waiting patiently. Nebula, Mysteeri, and Sandra were just looking at her; Nebula is already figuring out some vague idea about who Jovana really is.

After about 5 minutes, Sandra steps away from Camille, and Camille takes a deep breath and takes out her spear. She places the speartip gently on one side of Jovana's shoulder and then the other. Camille tried to respond in the same formal tone as Jovana, though she still sounded apathetic.

"Jovana, Champion of Janus, I vow that you shall have a place in my journey until its end and days after that. I shall never command you to do something that would bring you dishonor." Camille puts the spear away, gestures Jovana to get up and put her .96 Gals away, and the two place a hand on each other's shoulder. "I swear it to the Pantheon of Olympus, the Pantheon of Rome, and All Pantheons of the Mediterranean."

Camille and Jovana stared into each other's eyes, feeling some connection between each other. Camille overlooks this as coincidence, thinking there no actual connection between her and Jovana. Jovana, however, knows something about this connection. The two shrug off the sensed connection and smiled, taking each other hands off their shoulders.

"And if you accept my services to you..." Jovana looks to Nebula, Mysteeri, and Sandra, and raises her hand while placing the other where her heart is. "Until the end of Camille's Journey, I will sail with you."

Marina Squidly and Wish manage to catch another bus for Camille's party and their newest ally, Jovana. They leave the Barracks Of Kapodistrias and continue to make their way to the Ancient Theater of Argos. When they arrive, several college students passed by them, indicating that Poseidon and Amphitrite were finished with their lectures. Camille's party continued moving along, entering the center of the theater where an Orchestra would be seat to play music during a play.

The Greek God of the Sea and his wife can be seen in adult inkling forms, both dressed in navy blue and light pants. Poseidon was quite young, with developing a beard, dark hair with a green luster, green eyes, and tattoos on his hands that makes his skin look like scales. Amphitrite appeared beautiful with rusty iron-colored hair, brown eyes, light skin, and barnacle patterned freckles.

"Ah, my Champion!" Poseidon welcomed Nebula but not Camille. "...And Champion of Athena and Zeus."

"Just Athena, King of the Sea." Camille meant to address that to mock the sea god rather than a compliment.

"No, no, no, my son, Triton, is King of the Sea now," Poseidon clarified.

"Our son, dear," Amphitrite corrected.

"Oh right, my bad." Poseidon clears his throat before he continues talking with Nebula. "So what brings you to Mycenae, my Champion?"

"You heard about what happened to the parents of Athena's Champion, have you not?" Nebula asked.

"I do," Poseidon simply replied. He allowed Nebula to continue.

"We're going after Moros, and we need leads," Nebula demanded.

Amphitrite looked at her husband who began stroking his beard, thinking about the situations the Champions are in right now. Poseidon still shares hostility towards Athena, but the Camille did save the world from falling into Chaos. He knew Moros's divinity from his younger brother, Zeus, who has feared the Prophecy God for ages. And judging by the current status of the party, he knows their journey has just begun.

Still, Poseidon shakes his head, frowning.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do," Poseidon stated, "But I know a Goddess in this city that may help, and her husband is coming from all the way from Olympia. I'm inviting them to dinner tomorrow night."

"You mean Hera and Zeus?" Camille asked.

Poseidon looked at Camille with an annoyed look. "Yes."

"Then invite us to this special banquet," Mysteeri suggested, "Won't hurt for Zeus and Hera to see the Olympic Champions."

"Poseidon, you're going invite them too?" Amphitrite looked surprised yet concerned. "This was supposed to be a family dinner." She looks to Camille and Nebula. "Kids, you might want to visit them at your own time. Zeus would be arriving in Hera's place in Heraion, her temple that she's rebuilding."

"That's fine," Nebula agreed.

Before the party can head off to the Heraion, Poseidon stopped them to ask Sandra something.

"You have Heracles' lion cloak?" Poseidon asked.

Sandra nods. "I'm his champion."

"I see," Poseidon has something in mind to mention to the new champion, but he keeps it to himself, for now, replying, "He was a great hero."

Camille's Party arrives at Heraion on time, meeting for Hera and Zeus; both of the Greek deities are living among mortals as Mayors of Argos and Olympia respectively.

Zeus is a middle-aged adult inkling with fair skin, gold hair and beard, blue eyes, and fairly high muscle tone. He wore a simple purple polo shirt and beige slacks along with a small gold badge and brown leather slip-on shoes.

Hera is a beautiful adult inkling also with fair skin, gold hair, and blue eyes. Her dress has a peacock feathered pattern decorated with diadems and lilies. Her sandals were made of lotuses and green leather.

Zeus and Hera were very welcoming towards Camille for her past deeds of saving the world from Titans and Typhon. Towards Sandra, Hera wasn't comfortable with the Champion of Heracles but Zeus was proud that someone is carrying on his son's powers and heirloom. They didn't have anything to say about the Champion of Janus; Still, Hera recalls meeting Janus before in Italy but that's about it.

Hera provided Camille and her party a room to sleep in along with some servants. Zeus asked Sandra to stay with him and Hera to talk about the Argonauts.

In the meantime, Camille thought of this as a good time to sleep and visit Morpheus' dream realm. She has to see her parents again even if it means going through those trials that Princess Camilla has gone through.

Camille lies in bed to rest; she relaxes, closes her eyes, and slowly falls into a deep slumber.

In her dreams, Camille is Princess Camilla Penthesilea, and her parents are Orion the Giant of Boeotia and Princess Merope of Chios.

When Camille opens her eyes, she's on a boat with her parents, Lee and Callie; the Dream God Morpheus is on the wheel, escorting them into the nearest port of Mycenae. Camille can see the city from the distance with the Constellation, Andromeda, looming over this city. It's probably over the Heraion of Argos.

"Had a good sleep, my Princess," Morpheus asked Camille.

"Counting sheep like a shepherd, Morpheus," Camille asked with a smirk.

"I got word from messenger Iris about our opponents," Morpheus noted, "She was on the ship during the sunset before heading off."

"We're going to be facing against a King," Callie added.

"King Agamemnon the Steadfast, the goddess said" Lee added, "And she added that Agamemnon is mocking you for trying to seduce Achilles because..... 'you're an Amazon who attracts and kills just like your dying tribe'."

"Aga-- what now?" Camille raised her eyebrow, she didn't acknowledge Agamemnon's mockery. "And I'm flattered he thinks that way of Amazons." Camille gets up, takes out her battle-ax and carries it over her shoulder. "Well once we meet, I'll give him a crown, and I'll ask if he'll want it impaled into his skull or up his a--"

"Camille, language!" Callie warned.

Camille paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Sorry, Mommy." Camille looks straightforward.

The boat finally enters the port and parks near a dock for The Hunt to get off. They still need to continue moving, this time to Heraion of Argos.

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Behind Those Eyes

Chapter 11

I struggled against the ropes, glaring at them all.

How the hell did Heathen even end up here? I asked as much, and nobody answered for a while. They just glanced between Genocide on one end to Aella on the other end.

I felt a calming wind surround me, brushing against my suit. "Stop it," I snapped at her. She had the audacity to look hurt, but she stopped. "Just answer my question or do whatever it is you still have me for."

"Cam," Aella sighed.

"Don't you dare," I warned her. "I don't want anything from you. I will only talk to Mime, which just goes to show you how pissed I am at you right now."

She backed down, and Mime laughed. I winced. Just because I'll listen to her doesn't mean I'll like it. "Poor little Cammie, first her team dies, the little Jack in the Box goes kooky, then, Aella here realises what's really going on and joins us!" My heart stopped,

"What?" I exhaled. Then I got angry. Oh how I missed the familiar anger. "What the hell do you mean, 'joins us'?"

Mime giggled again, and Heathen barked out a rough "Enough!" She went quiet. I looked closer at him, noticing freeze burns along his side, mixed with a few regular burns. I squinted. Was that a hospital bracelet?

"How did you get out?" I asked him. My voice was steady, a complete 180 degrees from just a few minutes ago. He just sneered at me. I then noticed most of their masks were pulled back, revealing their real faces.

"Why are your masks down," I stated, more than asked. "What's going on here."

Aella smiled tightly and tried to speak again, but this time Genocide stopped her. The only one still masked. "Shut him up," he said, turning away from me and walking towards a door. Through the gap he left I saw the walls were concrete, and there was a slight drip somewhere in the room. It was cold, and there were two bare light bulbs hanging from the ceiling.

"With pleasure," Heathen growled. He advanced on me and pulled out a small towel from seemingly nowhere. Mime, still standing too close for comfort, pulled out duct tape and ripped a strip off, grinning at me wickedly.

Why don't I ever try to control my anger?

. . .

Somewhere across the city, Ditto was freaking out. "Where is she?" She screamed at Waya.

"Ditto please," he sounded close to tears, but Cole didn't care. Nessa was missing. It had been a couple hours since they had gotten back. Geronimo patched up all the cuts and bruised and pulled muscles. Jay's wing was fractured, from her fall with Peculiar into Rellik. A Rellik who was not too happy to have been fallen on top of.

"Don't, Waya." Cole spit out sharply. "How the hell do you lose an entire person?"

"Hey, calm down a bit Ditto," Houdini finally spoke up. She had been there standing behind Waya since they got back, her expression blank, a few tears falling down her cheeks. "We just saw someone who is supposed to be dead kidnap our friend with the person we believed had killed her."

"What?" Ang choked out. "Aella is alive? And she's with the villains now?"

"No way," Artisto muttered. "That's not possible. You said she fell into the river after Mime froze her. Chameleon said there was no-" He cut himself off. "No body," he muttered.

Waya sagged into Houdini, unable to process the fact that his girlfriend came back from the dead to kidnap Cammie. Cole felt herself breaking, frustrated that she couldn't do anything. Being one of the newest members, she was ordered back along with Ang, Rellik, Artisto, Arctic, Nova, Rebel, Aerglo, Mayhem, Oracle and Mazus. There was another fire downtown, which now that Cole thought about it, seemed very coincidental. Ang, Nova, Rebel, Arctic and Oracle went to deal with that, and the five 'newbies' were left at the cave to see if anything else would come up.

"What are we going to do," she said, trying not to let the panic she was feeling seep into her voice. "What's the plan. How do we get her back."

Geronimo shook her head. "Cole," her voice wavered. "I've been part of this team for three years, almost four now. We've never found where they hide out. The only one of us who would know now is Aella," her voice broke when she said her old friend's name. If Mo has been on this team for three years, and she was only a senior in high school, that means she was just thirteen when she was recruited.

Cole sat down. Hard. She didn't notice the tears dripping down her face. Nova came and sat next to her, wrapping her arm around Cole's shaking shoulders. Chelsea, Cole remembered now. Nova's name is Chelsea. She's a sweet girl, was just inducted before Jay, Quinn and Pluto.

Cole didn't know what to think. Nessa was out there all by herself, in who knows what kind of condition, face to face with the villain who killed her best friend who also happened to be alive. When did this become the simple part of her life.

"Ditto's right," Legion spoke up. "We need to get her back. Right now."

Houdini turned on him. "How do you suppose we do that, huh? We don't know where they are, we never do! Not to mention our leader is barely holding himself together after seeing his dead girlfriend on the opposite side of the war from him!"

Legion's jaw locked, and his eyes turned to iron. "I know that. But Cammie is my best friend. After Matt," he trailed off then continued again, slightly quieter. "After Matt, Cammie was the one who helped me. She'd told me things none of you know. Her entire team was killed by Mime and Genocide and the one member she was able to save was immediately captured by Peculiar, going insane; have you forgotten? You really think she'll last long?" His chest was heaving up and down, his face slightly red from his rant.

Everyone was silent. Slowly, Waya straightened his spine. All Cole could hear was hard breathing and her own heartbeat in her ears. "You're right," Waya spoke finally, his voice barely a whisper. "We need her back. Ditto," he said, turning to face her. "In the meantime, you need to be Chameleon. Can you do that?"

Cole nodded. She'd do anything they asked her as long as she got to come rescue her.

"Absolutely not."

"What?" Cole asked.

"None of you are coming on the mission to rescue Cammie. Seniors only." Houdini said, looking Cole directly in the eyes.

Rage built up inside of her. "Do you think," she spat, "that maybe, you're failing because you don't have the full force of the Agency behind you? I can do things none of you can. I can imitate your powers. I can access your memories. I can help. Let me save her, please." Cole was sobbing by the end of her rant, her words coming out in shouts.

Chelsea squeezed her shoulder and pulled her back down onto the couch. Cole hadn't even realised she had stood up in her anger. She went numb, and collapsed into Chelsea. They had better get Nessa back soon. They needed her.

Cole rocked back and forth, letting out her tears and frustration, thinking of blue eyes and light skin, the first face she saw on Nessa. Then she thought her regular face. Brown eyes and curly black hair, dark as night skin. She couldn't decided which was more beautiful. She wondered what the real Nessa looked like. Even Cole had made some alterations to her natural form.

She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and prayed for the first time since becoming a superhero. She prayed they could bring Nessa home in one piece.

. . .

A waterfall of freezing cold water woke me up.

I tried not to chatter my teeth, knowing how much Mime enjoyed seeing me in any kind of pain. Sadist. I shook my head, now bare. They had done something to this room, something that dampens my shapeshifting powers. I know it dampened their powers too, and I heard Heathen muttering about it. My guess was that they programmed it specifically for types of powers, not a person, because I still had my healing. I couldn't use it though. They had to believe I was powerless.

Just until I figured out a plan to get out of here. Wherever here was.

As far as I could tell, we were in a basement. There really wasn't much else to say about the room. Two bare light bulbs, my chair in the middle of the room, concrete square. Aella visited me regularly, bringing me meals and sighing loudly. I knew what game she was playing.

I don't think I ever wanted to talk to her again.

I opened my eyes to see Genocide standing in front of me with an empty bucket. Wonder where the water went? "Morning sunshine," I said brightly. Genocide offered nothing. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, my suit now thoroughly soaked. I probably smelled disgusting. I had lost count of how long I had been in here. They were leaving me in solitary confinement, hoping to drive me mad. With my healing powers I don't even think Peculiar's kiss could make me go insane.

Speak of the devil and she shall appear: Peculiar walked into the room, followed closely by the others. Huh. I haven't had them all gathered in my room since the first time I woke up. This doesn't bode well for me.

"Are we sure about this," Mime asked, glancing around the room. If even Mime wasn't sure I didn't want to think about what might happen to me.

Aella jerked her head in a tight nod, and that was all the others needed. Heathen came behind me and held my head, making sure I couldn't move it. "What's going on, what are you doing?" I asked, very much panicked. I tried to whip my head from side to side but it wouldn't move an inch. As Peculiar walked forward my eyes widened in panic. No, I thought, I don't want to find out what happens to my mind when it really breaks.

I tried to move my head again, but it was too late. Peculiar's lips were on mine, and I felt something shatter inside me.

Splash, no more Chameleon.

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Behind Those Eyes

Chapter 9

I was at a weird point in my life. Through the haze of midterms I registered the date and suddenly all my actions became more and more sluggish. Aella died last year. Exactly a year ago. The first few months after had passed in a haze of tears and starvation, then the light at the end of the tunnel: Legion. He picked me up and helped me find myself again. I owed him so much.

"Cammie," Jay said quietly, dropping her textbook on the desk next to mine. Oh boy.

"Jay," I spoke steadily, but don't let that fool you. I was more then definitely screaming very loudly in my head.

She huffed a little, then spoke. "Why didn't you tell me," she couldn't even look at me.

"I'll explain at the cave, there's a lot I need to tell you, but I am sorry I kept this from you. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how. I've been keeping these secrets for so long, it's hard to share them." I looked over at her, gauging her reaction. She nodded once, then flipped open her textbook. At least she was sitting next to me.

Our teacher walked in and pulled down the screen projector, much to the confusion of his students. "The principle pissed me off at yesterday's meeting and since we're so close to winter break, we're watching a movie!"

I love this class.

. . .

We weren't as lucky in our other classes.

By the end of the day, I had decided that not only did Jay need the truth, Quinn and Roan needed truth too. Which meant revealing Kiki and Penny. I had also decided that even though my teachers had assigned our midterm projects, I can risk not handing them in until at least early February. I had other things to think about. Like Christmas. And my inevitable mental break down.

Jay had to walk her dogs first, but then she would meet me at the cave. That gave me time to prepare what I was going to say, and let Kiki and Penny in on our little truth fest. I chewed on gummy worms anxiously, better than chewing my thumb. At exactly 4:43 (she was late), Jay walked into the living room to see Quinn, Roan and I sitting on the couch. I tried a smile but my heart wasn't in it. I was just full of nerves, I didn't want to do this.

I hate talking about myself. I hate letting people in. I didn't even like how well Legion knew me. Maybe I've always been this way, maybe it's because of what happened to my family, or to Aella. Maybe it's because of the Director, lying to me, prying at my cracks, trying to take advantage of a young child. Once again, it seems to be a theme, the mood felt sombre. Jay walked over and sat next to Quinn, expressionless. I cleared my throat, thinking of what I had rehearsed.

"So before I tell you guys everything, there's two other people who want to join in, if that's okay?" Nods around the room. I called out and Kiki and Penny came into the room, sitting near me. At least I had their support for sure. They slowly pulled off their masks, almost in sync (that's a little scary) to reveal two faces that we were all familiar with.

"Huh," Jay said, looking thoroughly stumped.

"Okay this is so not fair," Quinn said, looking just a tiny bit mad. "So you think it's okay to keep who you are secret, but you get to know who we are?" He has a point.

"Quinn," Penny tried.

"No," He shut her down. He took a deep breath, composing himself, before speaking again. "I'm here to find out the truth from Nessa, then I'll decided whether I want to hear from you two." I found that a little harsh, but then again so was recruiting one of your best friends and not telling him that you understood what he was going through. Becoming a hero wasn't easy, it was so hard. The amount of stress we put our bodies through, the amount of stress we put our minds through. No salary can make up for it, but it can ensure some things. Like they'll get the best healthcare, and they will be honoured by everyone.

Everyone who knew.

"Okay," I said, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen. All eyes turned to me. "I guess I should start talking." I cleared my throat again, wishing I had washed down the gummies with water. Too late now. "I'm Nessa, and I've been Chameleon for 10 years. I was stuck by lightning when I was young, and it killed," I paused, trying not to choke on my words. "It killed my entire family. I was visited by the Director a few years later, and that's how the Agency started. I didn't have a home, so I lived in the cave, and spent my time testing my powers."

I clasped my hands together tightly, and felt a hand squeeze my shoulder. "Two years later, Waya, Aella and Swallow were inducted. The big three. You all know what happened to Swallow." The Director hadn't made the announcement, Waya and Aella had. One of the many reasons I dislike that man. "Aella and Waya took me in, we were like a little family. Then the Last Battle," I did choke on my words here. It was still too fresh.

"I'm sorry," I sniffled rubbing my face. "The Last Battle, Aella died, and I didn't know what to do. That's why Chameleon disappeared for months, and that's why Nessa wasn't at school the first few months."

"Ness," I heard someone say. I couldn't tell their voices apart anymore. I could barely hear anything. I couldn't see anything. Sobs wracked my body, and I felt arms loop around me, cocooning me in a sea of support and love. We stayed like that for seconds or minutes or hours until my cries faded. Everyone pulled away slowly, leaving lingering squeezes.

"I should have told you, there's no excuse for it." I said.

"Nessa," Jay began. "I'm still miffed you didn't tell us, and I'm sure the others are too, but we can understand why you didn't. Was it the right choice? No, but it was the choice you made, and you're making a choice right now. Thank you for telling all of us this, I can't even begin to imagine how hard it must've been to not only go through that but to live a lie. You don't have to lie to us anymore, I promise." She reached over and rubbed my arm, looking right at me while speaking.

It was like I could breathe again. This enormous weight was lifted off my chest, the ropes around my lungs were loosened, my head didn't feel as heavy. I started to feel truly happy again, like everything was going to be okay.

So of course something has to ruin that peace.

All six of us look up as the alarm goes off, listening for the computer to tell us the situation. "Mime and Peculiar spotted, twenty kilometres south of our location. Hired hand count, thirty. Threat level, eight. Backup required." Well that sounds fun.

I stood up, roughly brushing away my tears, the familiar anger building up inside of me. "Let's go get them."

. . .

It was chaos.

When me and Mo got there, the others either trailing behind or staying back at the cave, we spotted Waya and Legion making their way through the wall of muscle standing between us and the two villains. My eyes threatened to go out of focus with rage, and I bit back a scream. I dropped Geronimo off near Waya and Legion, and took off towards the back off the pack, flying above their reach.

I heard the telltale sound of Houdini appearing and glanced back to see her standing with Starbright, Met and Pluto. Good, I didn't have the willpower to stay away from Mime much longer. I focused back on my target circled twice, and dropped right down behind them. They were jumping up and down slightly, apparently looking for something, or someone.

"Hey there," I snarled. They turned around, shock registering on their faces. I grabbed Peculiar and took off into the sky, throwing her as far forward as possible. Phoenix swooped down and barely caught him, the two of them slowly falling to the ground, landing almost on top of Rellik. Whoops.

I dove back towards Mime, who was now slinking backwards, trying to disappear into the crowd. "Oh no you don't!" I yelled, reaching out for her collar. I latched on and pulled her up into the sky, taking off towards the river. The exact river where she had killed Aella last year. Let's hope Mime dies this time. I set her down with her toes barely touching the edge of the cliff.

"Cammie, no!" I heard Waya's voice behind me. I knew he was coming towards us, but I didn't dare take my eyes off this villain.

"Yeah Cammie, no!" Mime repeated in her high pitched voice. I shook her collar again, watching as she scrambled to find footing on the ledge.

"You," I breathed, feeling Waya come up behind me. Risking a glance I saw his eyes hard with rage and his posture tight. He may not want me killing Mime, but he's fine if she sweats a bit first. "You killed her," My voice was rigid with rage. "You killed my best friend."

She tilted her head all the way to the side. "Which one was that again?"

I screamed in her face, shaking her again. Her cold laughter rang out loud and clear, and it was then I registered the lack of fighting happening behind me. I watched Mime's eyes trail across a line, meaning the others were there.

Funny, everyone who was there last year was here again.

"You know her! She was my best friend and you killed her." I bit out, my eyes blurring either with rage or tears. I couldn't tell at this point.

She just laughed again. "Splash!" she shouted, rubbing it in my face. "Poor little Cammie, no more best friend for her!"

My throat was raw from screaming but I did it again anyway. All I could do was scream. Scream and fly. I pushed up off the ground, holding Mime tightly in my hands. "Splash," I whispered, loosening my grip. "No more Mime."

I let her go, my wings beating as she fell and fell and fell, all the way down, until she wasn't falling anymore. Instead, she was floating. Floating. Hovering. At a complete standstill in the air, waving up at me. That's a new one.

"Hey Cam," I heard behind me.

I whirled around, seeing a woman in a red suit, floating in the air behind me. A woman in a red suit, with long brown hair and green green eyes. Oh so familiar long brown hair and green green eyes. Oh so very familiar.

"Martha?" I choked out. This couldn't be happening. No. She wasn't real. Mime was dead and so was Martha.

And suddenly I was the one who was falling falling falling, staring at my best friend, floating in the sky like an angel, a ring or red surrounding her. She looked beautiful.

Then darkness.

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