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evils-corner · 4 years

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LUIGI'S MANSION 3 HEADCANONS

There's a lot of headcanons I have for everyone sosnsjsnsn so enjoy!!!

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General ghost headcanons

Ghosts don't technically NEED TO eat and sleep, but a lot of them do both anyways because it's a pleasant experience, and a lot of them never stopped those habits after they died.

Ghosts can make themselves solid and transparent as they like; meaning they can make themselves solid to interact with objects and people (like Luigi), but can also make themselves transparent to go through walls, people, etc.

Not all ghosts are people who died - some ghosts are born that way. Portrait Ghosts/Boss Ghosts however ARE people who died.

Ghosts curl their tails together as a sign of affection, akin to holding hands.

Ghosts can change their bodies a little bit, like extending limbs, etc. Some ghosts (like Morty....mostly just him) like to change their tails into legs from time to time!

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Hotel Staff

The hotel was functional before the events of the game, and served as a hotel for ghosts. The staffing was the same (i.e. all of the portrait ghosts were there) as well as some of the Goobs and other ghosts working for the hotel.

Even though they're ghosts and don't technically NEED TO rest or anything, the staff still have an end to their work days to sleep and do as they'd like...but they still have to work LONG days.

On the second floor on the left side of the hallway, there's a door that leads to a hallway containing a set of rooms for the hotel staff to stay in, since they all live there.

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Steward

He died in the 1940s at the age of 25, working as a bellboy - he lost control of a trolley of luggage and fell down a flight of stairs, snapped his spine, and was smothered/suffocated under the luggage when it fell on top of him.

He has nightmares sometimes about his death.

He overworks himself to please Hellen because he MUST Be A Good Worker. He does the jobs of at least three people all at once and is constantly moving.

He's very anxious and is prone to having anxiety attacks.....about work and just life in general.

He's trans and gay and is dating Kruller!

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Chambrea

Chambrea was murdered in the 1940s on her way home from work one evening, by an unknown man. She was 36.

She's a HUGE Gossip, and she loves to listen in on people's conversations to get the Tea. She's known to spread rumors and not have all the facts though...so take her gossip with a grain of salt.

She has a HUGE crush on Johnny Deepend. (She's into very toned guys.)

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Kruller

Kruller died in the 1980s at 42 years old, from a heart attack while running around on the job. He had high blood pressure and high cholesterol from poor diet his whole life that led to the heart attack.

He feels much more confident with his sunglasses on.

He wears glasses when he's off the clock. Poor guy can't see without them! His sunglasses are prescription too.

He LOVES board games!

He's really nervous and easily flustered! He tries really hard to be tough, but in the end he can't do it because he's just a really sweet guy.

He falls asleep on the job a lot.

He's Bi and loves his boyfriend Steward!

He's best friends with Morty and DJ Phantasmagloria!

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Chef Soulfflé

Soulfflé died in the early 1910s after getting locked in the freezer overnight of the kitchen he worked at. He was 51.

He thinks all of the food he made is Top of the Line, and he WILL get angry if you say otherwise.

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Amadeus Wolfgeist

Amadeus died in the late 1700s from an aneurysm brought on by his temper after a performance. He was 49 years old.

He sleeps in his piano more often than in his room in the hotel. He prefers solitude and doesn't like being around the others. Most of his free time IS spent alone in his theater or dressing room.

He has a BIG sweet tooth and can't resist sweets....especially donuts!

He doesn't like DJ Phantasmagloria's music.

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King MacFrights

Died in the mid 1300s at the age of 41 in battle, when he took a Lance to the chest and was impaled.

He's very sensitive about his height and he will get VERY angry if you comment on it at all.

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Dr. Potter

Died in the late 1970s from old age at 85.

He was a recluse and took care of dozens upon dozens of plants all at once and he loved every one of them dearly.

He sweet talked his plants and would Hum to them softly as he made his way through his gardens.

He names every single one of his plants!

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Morty

Morty died in 1972 at 37 years old, when a stage light fell on him after he uttered the word "Macbeth" in the theater. He didn't believe the superstition.

His real name is Mortimer, but he prefers Morty. Don't ever call him Mort he will Kill You (unless You're Kruller. He's the only friend who's allowed to call him that)

Morty was an actor as well as a director when he was alive and performed in theater, plays, musicals, etc as well as on film.

He was fluent in a handful of languages including English, French, and Italian.

He has a wonderful singing voice and also performed in an opera or two!

After he died Morty continued to haunt the theater he died in for a good decade at least. Mostly he spent his time moping about and crying in the theater, upset over his death.....the locals began to tell stories of the Weeping Ghost that haunted the theater, and his death became a sort of joke - the man who died because of a superstition and now spent his days crying about it. Morty did NOT like that and that just made him ANGRIER.

Eventually he got fed up with that place and in a fit of rage absolutely trashed the place before leaving to find a new place to live, coming upon the Hotel and being given a job there by Hellen.

He's got a big gay crush on Luigi let's be real here guys. They're dating!

He has a fainting couch in the studio that he'll throw himself onto while wailing....he's a big drama king after all!

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Ug was trampled to death and then eaten by a T-rex, around 30 years old.

He doesn't understand anything going on in the rest of the hotel and is prone to destroying everything he sees, so he just stays in the museum.

Thog Ug don't care.

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Clem

Clem died in the 1960s due to exposure from the various toxins, diseases, etc. In the sewers where he worked. He was about 28 years old.

He has a rubby ducky collection!

He collects things that people drop down the drains/that end up in the sewers with him, and will bring them back up to be found and collected.

He's dating that weird mop with a face drawn onto it. It's been a steady three year relationship so far.

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Serpci

Serpci died around 2000 BC~ at the age of 31, being sacrificed to the Gods. She was the reigning queen at the time, and gave herself up to the Gods for a better afterlife, as well as to help her people flourish.

She's very attentive to how she looks and dresses; a queen such as herself must always look the part, you know.

She's intrigued by all of the new technology and things around the hotel, and enjoys going from floor to floor, learning about it all. Though she does get a bit scared of things like movies, DJ Phantasmagloria's music, etc...

She's a lesbian and is dating DJ Phantasmagloria!

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Nikki, Ginny, Lindsey

The triplets died at the age of 12 when a magic trick misfired, and caused the building they were performing in to catch fire and burn to the ground, in the early 1980s.

Ginny is the oldest, Lindsey is the middle child, and Nikki is the youngest.

They like to switch and change hairstyles to confuse others as to which triplet is which!

They think all love and romance and affection between the adults is GROSS!!

The three of them will flock to Chambrea when in need of comfort....the maid is almost like a pseudo-guardian to the three girls, and reminds them of their mom.

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Captain Fishhook

Died in the late 1600s during a conflict between his pirate ship, and a band of soldiers. He was shot in the chest and fell overboard, only to be ripped apart by a shark.

The shark however did not survive attempting to eat the captain and died as well.

He very much likes how he looks now and thinks he's a lot more intimidating than he ever was when he was alive!!!

Despite the fact that he thinks and acts like a human, he has an animalistic side as well and sometimes succumbs to those instincts.

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Johnny Deepend

He died at the age of 26 around the 1980s, when his swimming trunks got caught on the drain of a pool and he drowned.

He's very cocky and confident about his looks and he loves to show off his muscles.

He's a bit of an asshole......he's just a straight fuck boy, honestly.

He knows Chambrea's head over heels for him, but she isn't his.....type. Not thin or young or pretty enough for him.

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DJ Phantasmagloria

She died in the 1970s after overdosing on ecstasy, when she was 29 years old.

She's self conscious of her actual hair and doesn't like it all that much, which is a big reason as to why she wears wigs all the time.

DJ Phantasmagloria is her stage name! When she's not performing, she just goes by Gloria.

She tends to call people "baby" and "sweetheart" as friendly pet names.

She's dating Serpci and is very.....very gay for her gorgeous girlfriend!!

She really enjoys Amadeus' music, even if he doesn't like hers. She understands! She loves listening to him perform.

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Hellen Gravely

She killed herself in the 1930s at the age of 43.

She was a model for a period of time before her death. She didn't become the owner of the hotel until she'd already been dead for a few years, but it had been an ambition of hers in her life.

She HATED how she looked as she started to get older, and layered on the makeup to make herself look young and pretty again.

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blaeptein · 4 years

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HEADCANON // before everything , before the world & before god , there is only one thing : darkness . she is a void , she is nothing . the absence is her existence , which has never made any sense to mortal minds & explains most of her erasure from the scriptures . but it doesn’t last : the universe is all about balance . so god is created , taking space where amara used to reign . he is life , perfection , light light light . she is frustrated , forced to disappear by something she cannot be , so of course she tries to destroy what he is . to protect himself , god creates the archangels . while darkness is unleashed upon the nascent universe , amara has to face the truth : one cannot exist without the other , & so she accepts a truce . she even begins to appreciate god , because he is young & prone to mistakes , which means she can help him learn . for the first time in an extremely long existence , amara has a true purpose that isn’t to destroy .

instead of accepting this peace , god does not stop from creating angels . power gets to his head , or maybe he just desired more company . but this is a terrible decision : more angels mean more grace mean more light !! the balance , once again , is overthrown . but instead of listening to amara’s warnings , god decides that it is time to get rid of her , otherwise she’ll always prevent him of creating new species or creatures in his image . as said before , god is young , and believes he knows better .

the archangels are sent to deal with amara , who is weakened by the imbalance . amara meets michael , but he is not the one who manages to put her in a cage : it is lucifer , who found a way to keep the balance intact while making sure she isn’t capable of hurting god . the brightest angel carves into his own grace the mark of cain & imprisons her in it , creating the most dangerous curse . the plan was to transfer her to the blade , and then to lock the blade in a cage no one would ever access . but while connected to lucifer , amara accesses his mind , his desires , his ambition . instead of putting her into the blade , lucifer keeps her for himself , while she whispers sweet promises into his ear .

this is how lucifer downfall begins : with a mark , darkness spreading through his grace . he falls . even after the mark is given to cain as a punishment , she can still be heard , corrupting lucifer until nothing is holy about him anymore . while she is proud of her handiwork , it is not enough . so with cain , she begins to utterly destroy god’s creations : men & angels die under the blade . amara’s bloodlust is bottomless & cain’s control over himself is inexistent . she whispers & he executes . that is , until he falls in love . the hold she has on his mind loosens so much she fears she is going to disappear , and she quickly realizes that her bond with lucifer was far more powerful than the one she shares with cain . so she decides that for now , she will not fight cain’s resistance . she lets him lay low . she sometimes awakes to remind him that she is here , that she has not forgotten what god put him through . amara’s story is one of vengeance .

when she meets dean , amara awakes . she becomes unbearable . she offers cain an out : she is the one who whispers to him the way to get rid of the mark . dean winchester , the perfect vessel & the righteous man . he’s not only god’s creation at its finest , but he is also her one true bond : he is the light to her darkness . not only does she want to corrupt him , but she also knows that he will be able to bring her back . besides , he is god’s creation , but he is also hers : he possesses all the traits she gave humanity right before being locked away , hoping that it would destroy them .

she chooses dean . this is why , when cain meets dean , he talks about only the “ worthy “ being able to take the mark . when others have come , amara was indifferent . they were no better than cain . but dean is perfect , dean is what she wants . she knows it is his destiny to be united to her . because of the balance of the universe .

the bond with dean is the strongest she has ever had , with lucifer a close - second . if him having the blade makes it stronger , she can still appear when he doesn’t have it in his vicinity . she comes to learn everything about him : his fears , his desires , his memories , the people he loves and the ones he hates . every death strenghtens their bond , because every murder creates darkness in dean’s soul , therefore creating a symbiosis between her & his essence . once you touch darkness , it never goes away , because once he has killed in her name , they are linked , it is impossible to tell where she ends & where he begins .

this is why dean calls her a disease : she spreads . she gains power . she feeds on every regret , every act , every breath . he gets angrier , more violent . she makes him powerful , she makes him ruthless . dean & her share the very same anger , but hers is purer , more ancient . she nurtured it since the beginning of time . a younger brother that you have to take care of , one that never meets the consequences of his bad actions , the feeling of never being enough for him , the unfairness of it all .

freeing her is both an unconscious choice that stems from amara’s demands & an act of rebellion from dean . it doesn’t work as planned , since even with all of her powers restaured , they are still linked . that does not bother her , since her objective has changed : while she only wanted to corrupt him at first , she has by now realized all the things they would be able to accomplish together .

while she grows more & more powerful , she has no plan to destroy the earth . destroying the earth would not only destroy the new - found balance , but it would mean destroy every human amara has crossed path with , including dean , which is not something she desires . she is neither stupid nor particularly impulsive : she thinks before acting , and after having spent so much time trapped , there are ideas that she want to act on . even absent , she was still present . because darkness , as seen with cain & lucifer & dean , is inherent to life . you cannot have light without darkness . she was there , on earth , all along . her causing trouble is not about destroying the world , it’s not about making it in her own image . amara only wants to take back what was hers . which is to say , she demands revenge . everything done during her time in the show is done that god would come down & meet with her . she wants him trapped . she wants to take back the control of the narrative .

as for the kiss with dean , she is not doing that for any sexual purpose , but she is absolutely breathing a bit of his soul , so that the symbiosis continues even now that they have separate bodies . the bond was weakened by the transfer , and the kiss was a gentle way to restore the balance .

she accepts another truce with the sole purpose of corrupting god himself , because killing him was easier than she had expected , considering he didn’t really put up much of a fight . this is what leads to season 15 : amara whispered sweet things into his ears & he listened .

#𝟶𝟶𝟿. [ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 : 𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰 ]#here's my take on amara !#all u have to know abt her tbh #i will write her diff w lucifers & chucks unless we have talked abt it bc i don't want to impose anything #idem for deans #but for everyone else : here is her main verse :))#im sorry if there are any mistakes im too lazy to proof - read ill do that tomorrow

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hpdabbles · 5 years

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Into the Snake Pit 2

Remus glances up the moment the common room door opens but it’s not Severus so he ignores the group of seven-year purebloods that walk in. They have their noses raised in the air, acting too important and Remus hates them for it, but the werewolf still blushes when Malfoy winks at him.

He hates how easy it is for him to be flustered and Lucius Malfoy enjoys this piece of information greatly. It’s hard to guess if he’s serious, everyone knows the seventh year enjoys harmless flirtations just to watch people squirm.

Recently, Remus is his latest target and he can hear the Malfoy heir laugh from across the room obvious enjoying his effect on the fifth year. It’s not fair.

Remus knows that people only flirt with him on dares, or punishments for losing something and apparently now for just amusement. It shouldn’t hurt but it does. It reminds him how undesirable he is, how beneath them he registers in the eyes of those around him.

He stands up suddently uncomfortable in the room. He marches by the seventh years, eyes forward, chin raised and emotions effectively cut out of his face. He is aware of the jeers, and sneers but he refuses to let them win.

Think murder and walk. Remus chants in his head planting his steps in a confident matter. One that dares anyone to cross his path. It’s very effective in getting people to leave him alone. Think murder and walk.

It feels like ages but he’s out of the common room, allowing himself one breath of relief. He was aware that Malfoy had run his eyes up and down his body but hadn’t done much more so he let it slide.

He checks his pocket watch - the one his father gave him not too long ago. Usually, it was supposed to on his seventeen birthday but with the illness, his dad’s gotten the family wasn’t sure if he is around for Remus’ coming of age.- and winces.

Severus isn’t usually this late. Not unless something has delayed him and he can only think of one group that goes out of their way to make life hell for the half-bloods..well, go the extra mile anyway.

Remus starts to speed walking, twisting his head and taking sniffs of the air. He sometimes wishes he had a map of the school, something to let him know where everyone was but he has to settle for tracking his best friend on smell alone.

He has to hastily dodge other students and the always watching eyes of the school portraits. It’s not curfew yet but it’s nearing the time making Remus more nervous as time goes by.

He doesn’t bother asking fellow students if they have seen his friend, those that wear any color other then green won’t bother even listening and those that do wear green would waste time mocking him instead of helping.

It’s nearly an hour later - forty-five minutes to be exact- that he finally picks up Severus’ sent. It’s surrounded by the smell of the Marauders and he quickens his steps until he’s full-on running.

Remus doesn’t know what they have done, but he knows it’s something horrible if they manage to get Severus alone. Goodness, why did he let him alone? Yes, it’s been a few weeks since they tried anything, giving the werewolf a false sense of security that they finally, finally, have gotten bored of harassing his friend so he hadn’t been there to escort Severus.

Now the other half-blood was paying for his carelessness.

He spots them then.

Surrounding Severus in the clock tower courtyard their backs to Remus with Black making some kind of comments that has Sev shaking his head and sneering.

His best friend has been backed into one of the walls but he doesn’t lower his gaze off of them, looking ready to fight them off even though he knows he’ll lose.

Black says something again, hands moving around him a dramatic flair, almost frantic like he’s begging for something but the Slythrian doesn’t want anything to do with them and he sneers more intently obviously refusing whatever they want.

Potter seems to be at his wit's end, as he tugs on his own hair then step forward to say something that has Sev jerk back, terror in his black eyes.

Pettigrew's shoulders shake in a obvious laugh before he waves his wand in the air, not exactly a threat but a very clear reminder that it could be.

They must feel so big, cornering someone and doing so when they think no one will find them. They must feel like so fucking untouchable, on their high horses and their endless amusement at hurting others.

Severus jerks again, the terror in his eyes taking a larger form. The wolf in Remus roars with protective rage. He sprints at full force towards the group his want in his hand and shoots his sting hex before they can turn around.

It hits Black right in the rear, stinging enough to have the teen shrieks in pain as he jumps away but enough it’ll leave any marks. Can't have bias-headmaster turn the blame onto him no can he?

The other Marauders all turn wide eye not used to Remus resulting to violence but the full moon is too close now so he’s working on only wolf’s instincts.

“Rem!” Sev yells amaze as if he wasn’t expecting anyone to come for him. It makes him so much angrier. The werewolf makes sure to plant himself in between him and the Gryffindors wanting to keep his friend behind him where he is safe.

“Ow ow ow. Dang Lupin, I like it when you get rough with me but not that-” Black starts rubbing his bum until Potter slams an elbow into his ribs at the same time Pettigrew stomps on his foot. “I mean- Lupin, how are you? I’m very interested in what you have to say!”

Potter jabs him again with his elbow and Black hastily adds. “Respectfully! I’m very interested in what you have to say respectfully!”

Pettigrew slaps a hand onto his forehead with a shake of his head and Potter sighs long-suffering. Black just looks nervous.

“What?” He can’t help but ask. Even Sev, who always never been able to pick a bickering fight with him doesn’t know what to say to whatever just came out of the Gryffindors’ mouth.

All the fight somewhat drains out of him, suddenly confused by such odd behavior. What? Was this a new angle? Was Black trying to get him to lower his guard?

Black looks frozen with fear for only a split second before he takes a deep breath visibly gather his courage. “I meant that you must have an incredible mind since every part of you is incredible and that you're more than just a pretty face and I think it must be tiring not have enough people realize just how amazing you are!”

Oh. He’s making fun of him. Of course. Black just like Malfoy. He just trying to show the world how utterly desperate and pathetic Remus is by making flirtations and watching him get flustered. It’s a trick. A joke.

Remus’ face clouds with rage and Black actually looks started before he honest to Marlin pulls out note cards from his robes. His silver eyes run over the words, reading at a rapid pace as Potter groans. “No Sirius, not that notes. I told you not to bring those.”

Black ignores him. “In hopes to show you how sincere I am, I made a list of all the non-physical things about that I think are amazing. One, you always turn in your work on time. That means your reliable and dependent. Two, you never sound disrespectful even though I know I irritate you. Three, you have a big heart always helping Reggie and-”

“Sirus for all that is good and magical shut up” Regulus says appearing out of nowhere that even Remus jumps. He gives his brother a cool unimpressed look before he grabs the Slythrains arms. “I told you to make amends not make yourself make a fool. We’re leaving. Come find us when you figure it out.”

Quick a snake the youngest Black snatches the notecards out of his brother's hands. “I’m taking these back. I told you to study them not read them out loud. Idiot.”

He leads them away from the Marauders. Remus is surprised by the strong grip he keeps on his arm, but can’t help and look back at the Gryffindors. Potter and Pettigrew awkwardly pat Black’s back as the most attractive of the three bury his face into his hands.

Once they are out of sight, Reggie releases them. But not before he realizes he’s all but holding Sev’s hand and blushes darkly.

“Sorry about that.” He nods his head towards the courtyard and the wolf inside Remus, now that he knows his little pack is safe, settles enough to wonder what the youngest Black had to do with all this.

“Regulus. You set them to this?” Sev sounds hurt if he was prone to show too many emotions but the other Slythrians catch the tone easily in his voice. The third-year winces looking suddenly very shamed. His friend presses on. “Why? Why would you do that?”

Remus looks between them feeling like he shouldn’t be watching this. He always suspected Severus liked the younger man more then he let on, even if he wasn’t aware of the boy’s crush on him, but this may just damage any chance Regulus ever had with him.

The younger boy shifts tension coiling his shoulders taut and swallows thickly. “Sirius approach me. It’s been so long since he’s...since he last tired and I heard him out. We’ve been reconnecting lately and I...I missed my big brother.”

He looks up pleadingly at them, begging them to understand, and Remus once again wonders why this poor kid is a Slytherin. The snakes eat people like him alive, too much emotion.

“He’s trying again.” Regulus continues when they say nothing. “I’ve...He promises to help me. Escape. From you know what.”

At once the half-bloods stiffen. Yes they know, a war is going on and the Slytherins are all expected to be on one side, a side that would have people like them killed, people like Remus’ mother dead.

They have a better chance of not taking the mark but someone like Regulus? Someone who had nowhere to run when his family pushed for him to join? Sirius Black has all but ran away from his family to the safety the Potters offer, he’s going to be okay, unlike his younger brother.

“Fine” Sev says, unhappy but willing to understand. “Fine.”

Regulus smiles a relived love-struck little thing and suddenly Remus can’t take it anymore. His wolf forces past his mouth filter and he blurts “You two should kiss. Mark each other as mates.”

Remus isn’t sure who is more horrified at that moment. He turns on his heels walking away before he has to face the situation.

This, he decides, Is all Black’s fault. All of this.

He so busy mentally cursing the other fifth year he completely ignores Malfoy when he arrives into the common room. He just walks up to his bed, crawling under the covers and wants the day to end.

#dabblecentral #Wolfstar #Slytherin!Remus #Into The Snake Pit #Unhealthy crushes #Sirius is trying really hard #Regulus just wants his borther back #regulusseverus #James and Peter being good friends #Everything is a mess #There is a war going on too #Part 2

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thesecondcircleofkel · 5 years

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Eustass Kid x Reader (gender neutral)

A little over 800 words

Summary: Kid puts a ring on it.

Warnings: swearing

Eustass Kid was by no means a patient man, nor was he a particularly peaceful one, either. His fuse was about as short as they came, and most people had to find that out the hard way. There were few people that could say that they crossed him and lived to tell the tale, but he had his moments (which weren’t moments of mercy by any means but were instead moments where either something more important came up to distract him or his prey was lucky enough to escape on their own).

One thing that he never let slide, though, was when someone tried to take something that was his. It was happening more and more lately; people just didn’t understand the fact that you were HIS, and the Grand Line was now short of at least an island’s worth of people because of that. He wasn’t jealous by any means, but again, you were HIS, and that meant that no one else could have you, much less even touch or look at you.

It made his blood boil when someone had the audacity to flirt with you right in front of him, and when they didn’t take the hint to leave once you turned them down, he always snapped, leaving a bloodbath behind as a warning to anyone else that had the idea to approach you. That warning never seemed to last long, though, and it seemed like he was going to have to take a new approach to the issue. It took him a minute to finally come up with something, but once the idea hit, he immediately set forth to go through with it. He gathered all of his crew and went to the nearest town, leaving you behind to watch the ship so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined.

You knew that Kid was up to no good; he never was and while you were used to that by now, the fact that he very pointedly made sure to leave you behind this time caused you quite a bit of distress. You didn’t think that you had done anything wrong recently, but it was hard to tell sometimes with Kid. You could literally breathe on him wrong and he’d literally be fuming about it for an entire day before he calmed down enough to actually tell you what you had done. He didn’t look any angrier than usual when he left, but that didn’t mean anything. Even Eustass Kid was prone to bouts of quiet and subtle anger, even if loud and boisterous outrage was his usual go-to.

About an hour passed before someone came to relieve you of watch duty, and you decided to go see what Kid had been up to. If you had to guess, it probably involved murder and arson. Murder was a given when it came to Kid, and the arson was obvious because of the black smoke that billowing into the sky. Somebody had obviously really pissed him off, and you could only hope that that person wasn’t you.

It didn’t take you long to reach the town, and when you got there, Kid immediately spotted you, and he looked like the cat that ate the canary as he walked over to you. It wasn’t what you were expecting, but you were shocked even more when he reached out and shoved a ring into your hand.

“There. It’s the nicest one they had in this fucking shit heap.”

“I-What?”

“It’s a ring, dumbass. Put it on so people will finally leave you the fuck alone.”

“I’m…still a little lost here.”

“Do I need to spell it out for you? You are mine, and I’m sick and tired of people being too stupid to notice that. Maybe that will help clue the fuckers in on it.”

“Oh.”

“We’re not doing any of that ceremony bullshit, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Are you being serious about this, though?”

“Why the fuck would I go to all this trouble if I wasn’t?”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t fucking enjoy doing this, Kid. If you’re so serious about it, then where’s your ring to go along with mine?”

“…”

“You didn’t think about that part, did you?”

“And if I didn’t?”

“Then I guess we better get to looking. If I’m going to wear something that brands me as property of Eustass Kid, then you’re damn sure going to wear something that brands you as property of Y/N. That’d be the fair way to do it, right?”

“…Fine.”

Eustass Kid was an interesting person to have to deal with. Looking around at the scattered dead bodies and burning buildings that surrounded you, you felt lucky that you could call him yours. He may have had a weird way of expressing his ‘feelings’, but at least it was no secret that he wanted you, and you’d much rather have to deal with his weird habits than be his enemy.

#one piece #one piece x reader #eustass kid #one piece kid #eustass kid x reader #scenario #imagine #gender neutral reader #sfw #swearing #reader insert #can you really call it fluff when it involves kid?#in honor of this jerk finally popping back up

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dogobar-blog · 4 years

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The Exiles at Sea

Hey! This is a fanfic based on @wirelessshiba‘s mercenary girls! This one is a prelude to the foundation of A.I.M. I may have taken too many creative liberties but I hope you enjoy it. I’m currently working on a follow up that introduces Leah and Gabby and explores how CLAW came into power. I’d like to eventually write stories for all the mousenaries so please stay tuned!

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Ela sipped on a mug of dark coffee as she stared out at the black sea. Official regulations prohibited food and drink inside the bridge, but these days rules were more akin to suggestions for the crew of The Supernova. After all, she reasoned, a rebel organization couldn't survive long without bending the rules from time to time. Her task for today however, was to oversee an operation that would lean more on the illegal side, even in the old world order. As the commander of the last remaining cruiser in the original U.S. Pacific Fleet, it was her duty to protect the nuclear powered aircraft carrier known as The Heart's Content. She was her one and only companion in this vast ocean they'd been stranded in since the CLAW takeover. And she was in desperate need of fuel. Her 25 years of expected service had lasted 40 with only minimal maintenance and a partial refueling.

Docking and bribing workers to look the other way may have worked last decade when The Supernova had to restock her own fuel rods, but security and surveillance had since been beefed up in ports around the globe. Their supply chain was restricted and getting close to land was a death sentence, so the only option now was to resort to piracy on the high seas.

The starry sky transitioned into a solid dark blue, much like the color of Ela's uniform, and the sun began to peek over the horizon. She warmed her hands on the side of her mug as she watched for ships. The icebreaker they were targeting should come into visual range any moment now. Maybe it was just the cold, but Ela had a bad feeling about this mission. Her reflection in the window scowled back at her as she went over everything that could go wrong for the hundredth time. She was confident in her soldiers' ability to carry out the operation, but she couldn't shake the feeling there was some detail she'd missed that could jeopardize the whole thing. They weren't being followed, the target was confirmed to be unarmed, and the simulations went well... What, then?

"Zvezda spotted at one o'clock."

Ela's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the navigator to her left. Sure enough, the red and black hull was just barely visible in the distance.

"Right on time. Lower speed and maintain course."

The mouse sat in her commander chair, eyes locked on the atomic icebreaker. It was one of the few civilian ships to use the same fuel that powered her fleet's turbines.

"This better be worth it," she thought to herself. It had taken over a year to set everything up just for this moment.

Two helicopters passed overhead on the starboard side. Ela grabbed a radio and hailed one of the pilots.

"This is Ela Novabay from The Supernova. You're early."

There was a pause before she received a response.

"We were eager to get this over with."

Typical pilot wisecrack. If only they could see Ela's expression, they'd know how serious she was.

"...Roger that. Let the troops know I'll be watching over them. Oh and no casualties."

"Affirmative, ma'am."

That was the only part from the briefing she felt the need to repeat. Thievery, they could get away with. But murder? It would spark an international incident and have the whole world gunning for them. Everyone involved in this mission knew their own lives were expendable but under no circumstances were any civilians allowed to die.

Ela sat back as the choppers circled around to the back of The Zvezda and tried to match its speed. Ropes carrying the handpicked operatives descended onto the deck. They were to first secure the ship by capturing the 62 crew on board, then make space for one of the helicopters to land and offload the engineers in charge of extracting and transporting the fuel. Before long, a flare shot into the sky and a voice with a thick Russian accent came through the radio.

"This is the civilian vessel Zvezda! We are currently under attack! Armed hostiles have boarded the ship! Please send help immediately!"

Ela smiled. She loved when things went according to plan. She picked up the radio and sent a low power transmission.

"The is Ela Novabay, commander of The Supernova. We recommend you surrender and comply with the demands of your invaders. Over."

The Russian voice responded, much angrier this time.

"You've got to be kidding!"

The navigator next to Ela couldn't help but giggle at their predicament. The commander allowed herself to relax a little, knowing the mission was proceeding smoothly and that they would be long gone before a rescue ship arrived.

Suddenly there was a commotion coming from the radio. Grunting, sounds of a struggle, and finally a gunshot. Ela immediately sat back up and pushed the transmit button.

"Alpha team, come in! What the hell is going on?"

It took several minutes for a response to come through.

"Alpha Two here. We had a situation but it's clear now."

"What kind of situation?" Ela asked through gritted teeth.

"The captain was carrying a pistol, ma'am. He shot at Alpha One but her vest negated the damage. We've captured the bridge and confiscated all known weapons."

Ela sighed.

"Roger that. Be more careful."

"Yes, ma'am."

The radios were silent for a while, giving Ela a chance to regain her composure.

"Just a minor mishap. Nothing to worry about," she thought to herself.

When the strike teams finished their work, Bravo reported in.

"Bravo One here. The crew has successfully been subdued. We've loaded them onto the lifeboats and sent them on their way."

"No casualties?"

"No casualties."

"Good. Commence the next phase. The Heart's Content will be there shortly."

The carrier had been lagging behind due to limited power but it had caught up to The Supernova by this point. The bridge could see some of its inhabitants waving to them as they passed by. Ela gave a casual salute before going back to watching one of the helicopters land on The Zvezda.

"Bravo Three reporting. Engineers are on board. Escorting them to the reactor now."

"Roger. Proceed as planned."

There were several difficulties in transplanting nuclear fuel from one ship to another, as they had learned during practice trials moving fuel rods from The Supernova to The Heart's Content. For one thing, there is no "off switch" for radioactive material. Normal procedure is to store spent fuel underwater for a decade before it was cool enough for transport, but the engineering team had no such luxury. Special extraction tools and containers had to be procured, which came at a great cost. Ultimately a deal was worked out which involved trading the last of their fighter jets, much to the dismay of the pilots. The Heart's Content had been selling its aircraft in exchange for food and supplies for years and now it was down to a handful of helicopters.

"All this for five years worth of fuel, tops," Ela muttered to herself.

The carrier pulled up beside The Zvezda while the engineers tinkered with the reactor. They had a bit of trouble thanks to the unfamiliar Soviet design but it was nothing they couldn't figure out. In relatively short order they managed to shut it down, cut it open, and begin transferring the rods into concrete containers to be airlifted out by helicopters. The deck of The Heart's Content was kept free of all non-essential personnel during this time for safety. Ela watched intently as the first fuel rods were carried over and carefully lowered into their new home through a hole on the deck. Typically, a ship like this would be taken apart in sections at a dry dock for a refueling and complex overhaul that could take over 36 months to complete, but Ela's comrades were under a strict time limit. A few hours was all they could afford, and accidents were most prone when workers were being rushed.

Without warning, an explosion rocked The Zvezda. A cloud of smoke came rising from the deck, obscuring the vision of the helicopter pilot who was directly above as he lifted a batch of fuel.

"Engineering team, report!"

"A fire broke out on deck! I don't know what- Hey wait, don't move that yet! It's not secure!" a panicked voice said over the radio, muffled by others' shouts and noise from the choppers.

A nightmare unfolded before Ela's eyes as flames shot into the air and a helicopter dropped an open canister of fuel rods onto the deck as it pulled away. Everything that happened after that was a blur. Those involved would rather not remember it anyway.

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A month after the botched refueling operation, Ela Novabay announced that The Heart’s Content had sunk in the resulting chaos. In the wake of failing their duty to protect the supercarrier, the crew of The Supernova finally surrendered to CLAW after 23 continuous years of unauthorized naval activity. The last bastion of freedom left in the world had been snuffed out. If ever there was a time for an organized resistance to rise up from the ashes and take on the tyrannical superpower, it would be now.

#wirelessshiba #ela #navy #mouse #story

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croatian-magician · 6 years

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Crimson red

Pairing: Rakidric

Summary: Alternate universe where Ivan gets hurt badly during the game against Argentina

Word count: 5202

Warnings: angst, blood, violence (aka someone getting punched in the face), Luka needs a hug

A powerful rush of adrenaline was running down Ivan’s veins. They were winning. Luka just scored a beautiful goal and they were beating Argentina 2-0. He could almost hear the timer ticking closer to the end of the game, closer to their victory, but now wasn’t the time to be lazy and to let their opponents strike back. Also, he was sure they could do better, sure they could fool the Argentinian defense once more.

The team shared his opinion, it seemed, because they kept fighting, harder and harder, while the Argentinian players grew more desperate, but also angrier. The whistle of the referee resonated now and then, sure, but it didn’t do much to calm the hot-heated players.

Putting the game first was hard when Ivan’s instincts screamed at him to keep an eye on Luka, to make sure that he would not be injured. What if he received a bad blow? What if he got injured and couldn’t play for the rest of the competition? He restrained himself from worrying too much, though. Luka was a grown-up man and one of the best midfielders in the world, if not the best. He could take care of himself.

For now, all Ivan needed to think about was the ball at his feet and what he had to do to make it cross the line of their opponent’s net. He was planning his next pass carefully, but fell off balance when another player collided with him. Ivan fell onto the ground, his hands grasping the fresh grass. Once more, the sound of the whistle came to his ear as the referee got closer to scold the Argentinian player who hurt him.

Ivan quickly checked his limbs, but found out that everything was alright. No big injury came from this contact. He was about to get up when suddenly something hit him on the head. Hard. A sharp pain wrecked his skull as he felt something red and warm running down his cheeks.

Before he could process what happened to him, everything went white.

Luka had Ivan’s blood on his hands. He was in a crowded emergency room, where everyone gave him weird looks and all he could think about was the deep red liquid staining his shaking fingers. The black jersey sticking to his back was splattered with red, too.

The same images were running through his mind, again and again, as if he had never left the field. He could clearly see Otamendi striking the ball, aiming for Ivan’s head. And then there was the blood, so much blood. The screams, too, as his team mates shouted at the medical staff to come help Ivan, quickly.

In this chaos, Luka ran, ran until he was kneeling in a puddle of Ivan’s blood. With a quivering hand, he reached for Ivan’s face, hoping to meet his striking green eyes. But they were closed and his eyelids were covered with blood, blood and even more blood. Luka called his name, but Ivan didn’t answer. His skin looked pale, so pale compared to the red streams running down the valleys of his cheeks and forehead.

Before he could try to shake Ivan awake, a member of the medical staff pushed him away. His lack of politesse scared Luka. Was Ivan in such a bad state, for them to hurry so much? Yes, there was blood, gallons of it, on the ground, on his hands, on Ivan’s hair, but that didn’t mean anything, right? In previous games, he had seen Vedran and Domagoj suffering from head injuries only to come back into the pitch a few minutes later. Vedran water polo cap even became some kind of Croatian legend. So Ivan would get up any second now and smile at Luka and tell him everything was alright…

Except he didn’t.

Then, Luka heard it. A doctor saying Ivan had to be taken to a hospital in emergency. At that, Luka panicked and he looked around frantically, looking for any kind of help. He met Suba’s stare and his own fear reflected in them. The fear to lose a team mate on the pitch.

He was about to run in his childhood friend’s arms for comfort when he got distracted. Somewhere from behind him, he heard that Otamendi was getting a yellow card. Only a yellow. Not a red, red like Ivan’s blood, red like the anger building in his chest and blinding him.

Red like the card Luka himself received when he punched Otamendi in the face.

Looking back on it, he had no regrets, even though his conscience insisted that he should feel at least a little bit guilty for falling prey to violence. Sure, he left his team down to ten, but he wouldn’t have been able to keep playing anyway, it could feel it in his bones, in the violent shivers that shook his whole body.

Then it was all a blur, how he had gotten from the pitch to this hospital. He followed the stretcher carrying Ivan, ignoring the medical team who tried to convince him to go back to the bench. He vaguely remembered arguing his way so he could get into the ambulance with Ivan. He recalled his own voice bragging about his celebrity, about his wealth, about how there would be consequences if they didn’t accede to his request.

Usually, he refused to use such low methods, but Ivan was hurt and Luka needed to be by his side, so he would be here, holding his hand, if things turned out wrong, if his boyfriend were to never step out of that ambulance.

Of the ride, all he remembered was his fingers intertwined with Ivan’s lifeless ones and the surge of hope that went through Luka when he saw a pulse on the screen monitoring his heartbeat. He hang onto that line, knowing that he would crash down and never recover if it were to turn flat.

Ivan made it to the hospital but this time, the doctors didn’t let Luka stay with him any longer. There were reassuring hands on his shoulders, firm voices telling him to go to the waiting room while Ivan would undergo surgery.

And so here he was, surrounded by curious people. They recognized him, he was sure. When he arrived there, a screen was showing the last seconds of the game. Argentina had scored a goal, which wasn’t surprising due to their number superiority. However, Croatia had answered back almost immediately and that was a small miracle all by itself. At that thought, a strange bitterness filled Luka’s mouth. Because right now, It wasn’t his team that needed a miracle. Ivan did.

Luka didn’t care about the numbers on the screen anymore, didn’t care about who won 3 to 1. All that mattered was Ivan, Ivan who was fighting for his life in another room while Luka could do nothing but stare at the dried blood on his fingers.

Somewhere in the room, a child started to cry and Luka could feel the angry stare of his mother focused on him, on his red hands. He couldn’t blame her, really. Right now, with his empty stare, there had to be something terrifying about him. More than enough to feed the fears of a small kid, at least.

Maybe that was why no one came to him, why no one tried to snatch an autograph or a picture out of him, even though they knew who he was. Not out of sympathy, but because he looked like a dangerous serial killer at the moment, ready to murder someone. Also, he just punched a guy in the face on national TV. Not the best way to get people to like you.

Luka knew that he was better than that, than this raging anger consuming him. He was a kind man, always ready to help, never prone to violence. Except today. Except when Ivan’s life was on the line. Just knowing there was a possibility that Ivan wouldn’t make it out of surgery…

Luka felt like throwing up and he envisaged rushing to the nearest bathroom to spit his stomach out, but his legs were too wobbly for him to stand. So he just swallowed the bile down and waited in his seat while staring at the white wall in front of him.

He barely responded when Suba joined him in the waiting room. Had it already been this long since the end of the game against Argentina? Luka had no idea. In his mind, time didn’t exist anymore. He was lost and all he could focus on was the reminiscence of Ivan’s face painted in crimson red.

His friend didn’t say anything before engulfing him in a tight, almost painful hug. Luka’s eyes grew wide at the touch. Suddenly, he regretted not going to Suba at the end of the game. This was what he needed, someone reassuring him. A sob came out of his throat and he spilled tears on the goalkeeper’s shoulder. This time, Luka could hear disrespectful people taking pictures of them behind their back. He didn’t care. Not when there was so much more at stake.

“Danijel…”

“I know, Luka, I know. I’m here.”

He didn’t promise him that Ivan would make it out alive and Luka knew he wouldn’t. When their eyes met, he could tell the memories of Hrvoje were haunting his friend more than ever. A wave a guilt crashed on him. Right now, he wasn’t the only one suffering, his friends were certainly worrying too. And yet, they had kept playing until the very last minute of the game, working to make their country proud, when Luka had only shown weakness and selfishness. He felt like the worse human being on the planet and it made him cry even more.

“You’re not alone in this, Luka, I’m here. We need to get you cleaned up. Follow me, please?”

Luka nodded his agreement and Suba took his hand, leading him to the bathroom as if he was a small child, not caring about the blood still covering them. After that, he helped Luka to wash every red spot on his skin. The smaller man watched the water changing to a brownish, dirty color before it disappeared down the drain and that sight made him feel sick, too.

He didn’t make it to a toilet seat and emptied the content of his stomach on the sink, coughing and crying until everything was out while Danijel rubbed his back in a comforting motion. Then he rinsed his mouth once, twice, all the times it took to get rid of the sour taste clinging to his tongue.

Once it was done, he sat at the edge of the sink, shaking once again. Right now, he needed Ivan’s kisses to feel better, needed to see Ivan’s cocky smile and shining eyes to chase all his demon’s away. But Ivan wasn’t there, he was in surgery and maybe he wouldn’t ever come back, maybe Luka would never get to tell him again how much he loved him.

“Luka, look at me. Do you want to talk? It can be about anything.”

No, it couldn’t be about anything, not when Luka’s mind was filled with Ivan, Ivan and Ivan alone.

“They… They took him into surgery… Ivan… He’s hurt and there’s nothing I can do to help him. All I managed was to jeopardize the future of our team in the world cup by acting recklessly, because I’m useless here, I’m sorry I left you all alone on the pitch, but I had to be with him, I had to…”

Before he could break down, Danijel pulled even closer to him. Luka’s chest was heaving and he was struggling to breathe, but the proximity of his friend helped him to fight the panic.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything, Lukita. You love Ivan. Your place is here, near him, to be there when he’ll wake up. You wouldn’t have been able to focus on the game anyway, we both know that. So stop beating yourself over it.”

“Wait, you mean you knew? For me and Ivan, I mean?”

Suba let out a sad laugh, just as Luka’s mind started to race once more.

“Of course I knew. You two were a bit obvious. Most of the team already found out, including the coach, but we didn’t say anything to respect your privacy. We were waiting for you two to tell us.”

“You were… Fuck, I’m such an idiot!” Luka cried out as another memory crashed onto him, erasing everything else around him.

It was the night before the game against Argentina. A soft wind was blowing outside and the moon was shining brightly. It could have been a peaceful evening, if Luka hadn’t been so worried about the match to come. He was walking around in his hotel room while thinking about strategy, his fists clenched tight. No matter what he did, nothing seemed enough to release the pressure on his shoulders.

However, a breeze of relief fell upon him when Ivan wrapped his arms around his waist from behind him. Luka closed his eyes and let his head rest against his boyfriend’s chest, suddenly more at peace.

“Stop worrying, we’ll have enough time to speak strategy with the coach tomorrow. You should come to bed now.”

“Yes, I guess you’re right.” Luka replied, turning around so he could leave a quick kiss on his lips.

Ivan smiled then grabbed his hand, gently guiding him between the covers. Luka cuddled next to him, glowing with happiness as his boyfriend took him in his arms once more. Ivan kissed him with more passion before changing target as he started sucking on his neck. Luka’s finger gripped the sheets and he had to bite his lower lip to stifle a moan. His lover started to wander lower with the firm intention to go down on him, but Luka stopped him.

“No, Ivan, we can’t do that. Not here.”

“What, afraid I’ll leave you too exhausted to play tomorrow?” Ivan struck back with a cocky smirk.

“It’s not that. The others could hear us. You know quite well how…vocal we can get.”

“We? Usually you’re the one shouting my name.”

Luka blushed a deep red and Ivan chuckled before leaving a gentle kiss on his nose.

“Did I manage to get you all flustered? Not that I’m complaining. You look so cute like that.”

“Stop making fun of me! And yes, maybe I’m the one making noise, but that doesn’t change anything. We can’t do this here.”

This time, Ivan rolled to the other side of the bed, a more serious expression on his face. Luka sensed the change in his behavior and he could tell a strong storm was brewing.

“So that’s how it is? We’re never going to come out?”

“To the rest of the team? Well, maybe one day, once we’re sure it won’t cause trouble. But right now, we can’t take the risk to jeopardize the team’s balance, not before an important game.”

“I wasn’t only talking about the team. It’s just… I wish we didn’t have to hide our love. I wish I could hold your hand when we’re going outside or kiss you when we’re celebrating a goal.”

“Wait, so you’re saying you’d want us to come out… to the whole world?”

Ivan took a deep breath and his eyes avoided Luka’s. His voice shook a little when he answered:

“Yes. That’s what I’d want.”

“Listen, Ivan, I’d like to have this too, but it’s not reasonable. Too many people would judge us and it could get in the way of our careers. Also…”

“Yeah, I already know about it. It was just a stupid idea. Forget about it.”

“Ivan, wait…”

But his boyfriend was already curled up on his own side of the bed, pretending to be asleep when he clearly wasn’t. Luka considered calling him on his bluff, but he feared it would only lead to a fight between them. They were both on edge because of the up-coming game, now was not the time to discuss life-changing decisions. So he settled on hugging Ivan tightly, taking the role of big spoon for once.

Guilt suddenly invaded Luka’s mind as realization dawned upon him. It had been his last moment of intimacy with Ivan and he had ruined it in fear of having their relationship discovered when everyone in the team already knew about it. Maybe Ivan stepped into the pitch while still thinking about their argument, doubting his love for him, maybe he would never wake up, maybe Luka would never be able to tell him just how sorry he was.

“Luka, you’re drifting off again.” Danijel gently told him.

“Yes, sorry… I… It’s just…”

“No need to explain yourself. I know it’s hard. The coach told me he needed to see you, though. Do you think you’re strong enough to do that?”

“I… Yes, yes I am.”

At least, he needed to be. He couldn’t give up on the rest of the team, couldn’t fail them like he had already failed in taking care of Ivan.

“Let’s go then. But don’t forget, I’m here if you need any support.”

Luka nodded weakly, but he still followed Danijel through the hospital’s long corridors. Hhe was thankful his friend was there was there to guide him, because he was so lost he would never have found his way back on his own.

Zlatko Dalic was waiting in another room with the rest of Luka’s team mates. The captain realized that he could have asked somewhere more private to stay earlier, had he not been so confused at the time. All of his friends hugged Luka tightly, whispering words of reassurance in his ear. He was thankful to have them here, thankful not to be alone anymore.

Just a few minutes later, a doctor entered the room, before the coach could talk to Luka. The captain’s heart stopped as he stared at the woman, not knowing what to make out of her expressionless face.

“Is there anything new about Ivan? Is he out of surgery? Is he alright?”

“Please calm down. Your friend made it out alive of the operation. However, I can not tell you when he will wake up.”

Ivan was alive. At first, that was all that mattered to Luka. His boyfriend was out of danger. Luka would be able to kiss him once more, to tell him how sorry he was, to tell him that he was proud to be with him and that no one in this world could change his mind about it.

But still, something in the doctor’s tone felt wrong.

“What do you mean, you don’t know when he will wake up? If it take a few hours, that’s not a problem. I’m not leaving this place without Ivan.”

“It’s not that easy. It could take him only hours to wake up, yes, but it could also take him days, months or even years. You should prepare yourself for that.”

“What, no! It can’t be! Ivan is strong, he’s gonna wake up any moment, I’m sure!” Luka protested, but all he received was a look full of pity.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him.” Vedran told the doctor, sadness in his voice and she nodded before leaving them.

Luka forced himself to stay strong. He couldn’t freak out, even though every cell in his body told him to do it. He needed to be there for his team, because they were all worried about Ivan too.

“Okay, coach, just tell me what you have to. It’s about what happened during the game, I’m sure. Listen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lost my composure, but…”

Dalic put a firm, supporting hand on his shoulder and Luka suddenly felt like crying again.

“No one here is blaming you for what you did, Luka. We all know how much Ivan matter to you. However, we can’t let people believe the captain of our team is prone to violence. Listen, I know it will be hard, but it would be good if you made a public declaration. To apologize for what you did to Otamendi. Not for him, but for you, Luka. I wouldn’t want you to lose more than you already have”

Dalic kept on talking, but Luka wasn’t listening anymore. He had to apologize to Otamendi. Because of the Argentinian player, there was a chance that Ivan would never wake up, but Luka had to apologize to him. Publicly.

Deep down, he knew it would mean being the better man, proving to be wiser. But he couldn’t see it now, not when it felt as if the room was closing on him. So Luka did the first thing that came to his mind. He rushed out of the room, running away from the dark thoughts plaguing him, running away from his team mates.

He didn’t watch where he was going and only stopped once he found himself in an empty storage room. He sat down next to a self and buried his face between his knees. No matter what people expected of him, he couldn’t do it right now. Sure, the press would expect quick reactions from him, but he just couldn’t do it right now. Not when he deemed himself too weak.

At some point, he even told himself that he should have been the injured one, that Ivan would have been better than him at dealing with this. Not that he wished any pain on Ivan, but Luka would easily give his life if it meant his boyfriend would wake up.

By the time someone found him, Luka’s tears had dried on his cheeks and he had no more to spill. He expected Danijel to come to reason him, or maybe the coach himself, so he raised an eyebrow when Mario sat down next to me.

“I can’t believe they sent Mr No Good himself to lecture me on violence.” Luka laughed bitterly.

“Don’t be stupid, I was the first to find you, that’s all. But you should still do what the coach says and go talk to the press. I hate it as much as you do, trust me. And to be honest, that bastard would certainly be in a worse state if I had gotten to him before you. However, I’m sure Ivan wouldn’t want you to get into such a mess, not even for him. You know what he would have wanted.”

Luka stared at the ceiling, but his eyes grew firm with determination.

“Yeah, you’re right. I should do what Ivan would have wanted.”

The press conference left Luka exhausted. It was almost a miracle that he managed to go through it, but when he closed the door, he was filled with a warm feeling of accomplishment. It didn’t take long for him to start worrying again, though.

For the first time since the game, he was allowed to go into Ivan’s room, so he could watch over him. There was an impressive bandage wrapped around his lover’s head but at least it was clean and no blood was leaking out. Luka guessed that was a good thing.

Ivan eyes were still closed, though. Luka gently brushed his knuckles against his face, afraid to hurt him but yearning to see his boyfriend look at him. But Ivan didn’t stir and Luka felt like sobbing again. He restrained himself. He didn’t know if Ivan had any way of hearing him, but if that was the case, he didn’t want him to worry.

“It’s me, Ivan. Luka. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere until you get better.”

No response. Luka was tempted to climb into the bed to cuddle with Ivan the way they did every night, but he feared it would worsen his lover’s injuries. So he settled on sitting next to him while holding his boyfriend’s hand. It felt warm in his and Luka squeezed it tightly, hoping the gesture would be enough to convey all his love.

“Please, don’t leave me, Ivan. You’ll see, everything we’ll be better when you wake up, I promise. So please, come back to me. To us. The whole team’s waiting for you too. Dejan and Sime are so worried they’ve stopped singing Marica. Domo didn’t pour beer on anyone when we won. We can’t function without you, Ivan. I can’t function without you…”

So much for not crying. Luka buried his face in the covers on Ivan’s bed, trying his bed to muffle his sobs. It hurt, so much that his chest felt like exploding. He hoped for a miracle, but Ivan stayed still and Luka started drifting off to sleep and to nightmares filled with blood.

Luka jolted awake when he felt a hand on his head. At first he thought it belonged to a monster belonging to his dreams, ready to crush his skull. Then he realized that the touch was gentle and that the little caresses on his hair felt nice and familiar. His eyes fluttered open and Ivan welcomed him with a happy but tired smile.

“Hello, sleeping beauty. I thought you would never wake up.”

“What… I mean, how… Ivan, you’re…”

“Alive? Of course. You should know it takes more than a simple blow to take me out.”

Luka didn’t think twice. His lips crashed against Ivan’s as he jumped into his arms. His boyfriend winced though, and he immediately let it go.

“Ouch, watch out. I may be tough, but I’m still recovering.”

“Don’t joke about that. I was so worried, Ivan, you have no idea…”

Ivan cupped his face in his hands, all the while looking at him with an adoring look in his eyes.

“Actually, I have an idea. I must have something like a billion messages on my phone about how you declared your undying love to me in front of the cameras just a few hours ago.”

Luka blinked, confused, then he remembered. He saw himself getting in the room filled with journalists waiting for an explanation. He recalled his own lips moving as he apologized for succumbing to violence instead of keeping his calm. However, he didn’t stop here. No, he also explained why he had acted with such spontaneity. Luka faced the whole world without fear as he revealed everything about his love for Ivan and his fear of losing him. Somehow, he had managed not to cry, not until he could go back to Ivan’s side at least.

But now that he was staring straight at Ivan’s green eyes, Luka began to panic. The last day looked like a blur to him, all his actions lead by the painful abyss in his chest. However, Ivan was awake now and he would have to face the consequences of Luka’s declaration to the press, even in his weakened state. Guilt started to plague the small captain. What if Ivan didn’t mean it when he said he wanted to come out? What if Luka exposed him without his consent? Then maybe Ivan would leave him, and he’d had every right to do so, because…

“Hey, Lukita, you alright?”

Luka nodded, but Ivan didn’t buy his lie.

“What is wrong? I know I don’t look my best, but I’m not going anywhere, promise.”

“It’s not that. Are you… Are you mad at me? For what I said during that press conference? Because you need to know I’m sorry, that I was so lost at the time and thought you might never wake up, even though that’s no excuse but…”

“Wow, calm down. I’m not angry at you, Luka, not even one bit. I actually caught a video of it while you were sleeping and you were perfect. This… This is what I’ve wanted since forever. So thank you. Thank you so much.”

“You’re not saying this just so I can feel better?”

“Luka, there’s a pair of rings waiting in my locker right now. I’ve been carrying it everywhere except on the pitch, so unluckily I don’t have them on me right now. Because if I did, I would already be down on one knee.”

“You… You must be kidding. There’s no way you actually planned to…”

“Try me.”

Luka knew that fierce look. It was the one Ivan always wore before fighting against him in a clasico. His boyfriend only looked like that when he was determined to win. This time, Luka kissed him with passion, though he restrained himself to make sure Ivan wouldn’t get hurt.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go fetch those rings together soon enough.”

“I can’t wait. At least when I’ll be your official fiancé, I’ll get to make you moan and scream without having you worrying about the rest of the team finding out.”

“Do you really have to bring that back?”

“What? I love your voice, that’s all.”

The chuckle in Ivan’s words disappeared when he saw that Luka was withdrawing on himself. So he wrapped an arm around his shoulder, drawing him close.

“What’s wrong? Spill it out, you’ll feel better.”

“Don’t you understand? I almost lost you and all I could think about was how much I disappointed you the last time we spent some time alone. I thought it would haunt me forever.”

“Oh, Lukita, you never disappointed me. I’m sorry if I acted a bit harshly, I was on nerves before that game. If everything, I’m the one at fault here for pressuring you and making you worry. So let’s just forget about it, okay? I want my future fiancé to know just how thankful I am to have him.”

“Now someone’s playing the romantic card.”

“No, for real, Luka, don’t you dare feel bad about any of this. You’re making me the happiest man on earth just by staying here with me.”

“If you say so. Now, I should go tell the others that you’re awake and fine.”

Luka was about to leave, but before he could do that, Ivan gripped him by the midriff and threw him on the bed. The smaller man yelped when he found himself in his boyfriend’s arms, with Ivan grinning like a fox.

“I think I’d rather keep you here with me for a little longer. Also, you look tired and I’m sure you need some more sleep.”

“But Ivan, our friends, they’re so worried…”

“Already sent them messages to tell them I was alive and kicking. Now can we please cuddle?”

“Of course, we can. But don’t you dare frighten me like that ever again, you idiot.”

“You sure? Seeing you punching people in the face can be pretty distracting.”

“Ivan!”

“Just kidding. I’ll do my best to stay out of trouble. Now, we need to rest for next game.”

“Like hell the coach and I are letting you play with that injury.”

“Don’t underestimate me. I need to score a goal so I can propose to my future fiancé on the pitch.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

Luka snuggled a bit closer to his chest, until he could hear Ivan’s reassuring heartbeat.

“Okay, maybe, but that’s only because you’re my dork.”

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blueplanettrash · 6 years

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You made me want papa iverson. how. i hated him. but now hes lances papa in my mind. whats papa iverson's thoughts on his son coming home, dating the Matthew Holt, rebel meme genius?

My two favourite bois right now! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

It wasn’t too long after that Matt sent a transmission to Earth to say that he had finished up his duties to the rebellion and was on his way back. To put it simply, Lance was ecstatic and was already planning a bunch of dates and activities to do once he got back.

The first of the hurdles, however, was introducing Matt to Iverson. Which he worried a bit about, not because he had a boyfriend; he had had his fair share of boyfriends over the years. Just like telling him that he was, in fact, bisexual, he had taken their presence in stride. That is until his last boyfriend, one night after he had refused to sleep with him, had practically beaten his face in and had only gotten home after running out of the boy’s house without his jacket and shoes and wandered home in the late night.

In the panic of the situation, he didn’t have any of his belongings and his phone and car were still at the young man’s house. All he was thinking about at that moment was getting the hell out of there and getting back to the safety of his home. Every few seconds he looked behind himself, terrified that he was going to come after him. He had seen all of the horror stories of people scared of getting arrested for assault and choosing to murder instead and try and cover up their tracks.

He had never known his boyfriend to be violent at all and seeing that new side of him only made him that much more scared. If he didn’t know about that side of him, what else could he have possibly been hiding?

Every car that he heard approaching, he hid in the bushes or behind a tree until he was sure that they passed. Once or twice, a car would circle back and he would stay in the shadows for a solid five minutes, tears rolling down his face and hands covering his mouth in the fear that somehow whoever they were would be able to hear his breathing.

By the time that he made it back to his house, he was bawling from pain and emotional distress and fell into his father’s arms. He had been sitting on the front deck, impatiently checking his phone for any message from Lance. He was a dad, sue him, he was worried, and he was right to be.

When he saw his son’s familiar silhouette hurrying up the driveway, he was ready to yell at him that it was almost 1 in the morning. He was ready to be angry that he didn’t come home in his car, the niggling in the back of his brain telling him that he was drunk and didn’t want to drive home (the only good outcome of the ordeal). He wasn’t going to be surprised if he tried to duck away and pull himself through a window somewhere in the house. Instead, he took one look at his dad on the porch steps and practically ran to him and collapsed in his arms with a loud, painful sounding sob.

His fiery anger quickly turned to outright concern and he pulled Lance away from his shoulder to ask him what happened. Instead, he saw the damage done to his face; his nose, lip, practically everywhere was bleeding. One of his eyes was swollen shut and the other was completely red from burst blood vessels. Looking further down, he saw that his clothes were ripped, he wasn’t wearing his belt that he left the house in and the button was popped off of his jeans.

“Lance, what happened?” He asked quietly as he sobbed in front of him. At the question he curled in on himself, tears dropping on his shirt.

“He t-tried, he tried t-to, I w-wouldn’t l-let him,” he stuttered out, limbs violently trembling. Iverson’s eyes widened in realization, his gut was churning with fire.

“I-I h-had to get out, my car i-is still there,” he cried in panic.

“Don’t worry Lance, me and Mark will go get your things, but we need to clean you up,” he said, standing up with Lance in his arms. He was lucky that Lance was built like a pole and hadn’t yet gained much weight. He easily brought him into the house and sat him down at the kitchen table.

Rushing through the house, he went and woke up Rosa and brought her back out to the kitchen. As expected she was in hysterics seeing her baby boy barely recognizable in front of her, but her training as a nurse quickly composed her and she got to work. As she helped him, he went to Mark’s room and roused him from sleep.

Now Mark wasn’t prone to violence, he was like Hunk in that way. He was a giant of a man, towering over most of their family with the comparative strength as well, but he was fiercely protective of his family. When he brought him back out to the kitchen any sleepiness that was affecting Mark was immediately replaced with anger that he didn’t show until they were on their way to Lance’s now ex-boyfriend’s house.

When they got there, they saw him in his front yard a utility knife in his hand. He looked angry but hey were much angrier when they saw that he had yet to wash the blood off of his hands. He was quick to pull the innocent act when they burst out of the car, anger radiating off of them and claim that Lance had struck first and he was defending himself. It made them sick. They weren’t about to strike back though, they were both men of law. There wasn’t much that they could do though since he was a minor.

That didn’t mean that he felt bad that when that boy’s application for the Garrison came through his hands, he filed it under permanent rejection. When asked why he didn’t accept his application, he told the truth. It was enough to turn most people away from the boy for good, it was what he deserved.

He didn’t think he would ever meet another sixteen-year-old that would cause that much damage at that age, in his life again.

It was lucky that Iverson already knew Matt, knew how successful he was and that he was a good person, but because of his previous boyfriend, he knew that he would be wary of him and become more protective of Lance.

It made him feel good that his dad would always have his back and would always be there to protect him, but he didn’t want him to scare Matt away. Matt had told him jokingly one time that one of his biggest fears was facing off with Iverson in a dark alley somewhere. At the time, he had laughed but inside he panicked a little.

By then, he already knew that Matt wouldn’t leave him because of one of the members of his family but he also knew that if his dad saw any kind of weakness present in his boyfriend he would be quick to exploit it until he truly proved himself to him.

How he was going to prove himself? He had no fucking clue.

He nervously shuffled at the tarmac beside the rest of the paladins, other personnel were lined up behind them, eagerly awaiting the return of Matt back to Earth. He tried to run through his introductions one more time in his head, nervous making his palm slick with sweat. He furiously wiped them on his pants, mumbling his little speech quietly.

“Bro, are you okay?” Hunk asked, leaning over to whisper in his ear. He sighed a bit and straightened up again.

“Yeah, it’s just you know, my dad is about to meet my boyfriend,”

Hunk blinked in realization, a drawn-out oh coming out of his mouth. Just as he was about to open his mouth to reply, a loud boom echoed out above them and they saw Matt’s rebel ship approaching the surface. They raced over to the ship, excitedly chattering over each other. They let Sam, Pidge and Colleen take the lead and greet him, smothering him with hugs and peppering his face with kisses.

He hung back respectfully, a part in fear but at the same time the nervousness he was feeling also factored in.

“Lance!” The excited cheer broke him from his musings and he was quickly wrapped up in a hug and lifted into the air. As soon as his feet hit the ground again, Matt was kissing him and lowering him in a dip. Dramatic as always.

He pulled back, happily looking into his eyes and pressing their foreheads together.

“Hi,” he said softly.

“Hey,” he replied just as softly, almost forgetting that he was supposed to be introducing him to his father.

Keyword being almost.

He grabbed Matt’s shoulder, hauling himself up again and instead grabbed his hand and started pulling him to the Garrison personal instead.

“I have to introduce you to someone,” he said hurriedly. He stopped in front of Iverson, who had his arms crossed in front of him and was glowering down at Matt.

“Um, I’ve already met Iverson?” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Lance gulped and put his hand on his dad’s arm.

“Kind of, um, Matt meet my dad,” he said, gesturing to him nervously. Matt’s face went slack in surprise and his eyes darted between them incredulously.

“Wow, really?” He asked outright. He shook his head and instead gave Iverson a smile. Despite the fact that he was already well aquatinted with the man, he held out his hand, which Iverson took with a firm hand.

“It’s nice to meet my boyfriend’s father, he really missed you out there, I’m glad I was able to help him get home,” he smiled brightly.

“Thank you for getting my son home,” he replied gruffly before pulling Matt forward to get into his personal space. “Don’t think you have my approval yet boy, my children are precious,”

Without a further word, he spun and marched back into the base. Lance let out a laugh as Matt’s smile dropped and he sunk to the tarmac with shaking legs.

“Oh Jesus, I thought I was going to die,” he mumbled, clutching onto Lance’s legs for support. He giggled and crouched down beside him and pulled him into a hug.

It wasn’t a very strong start but he certainly had a chance.

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puckconnolly · 6 years

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@thescorpioracesfestival Tourist Challenge 5: The Scorpio Festival

shoutout to my partner in crime, @colestclairs

links to challenges one, two, three, and four

Challenge 5 under the cut

Every day since Rowan had found out Claire was a rider, she went down to the beach and watched her. There were plenty of good riders and plenty of terrible riders, but no one could touch Claire. She and her capall were on the same brainwave. They just understood each other. Claire was patient and gentle with Elemental, while the other riders were brash and sometimes even vicious towards their own capall uisce.

Then there was Finnigan Kendrick. He failed to ever get off his high horse (pun intended) and looked down on every other rider, while simultaneously flashing an irritatingly dazzling smile to the small crowd that gathered each day to watch the training. He thinks he’s got this in the bag, Rowan noticed. Although Rowan hated the guy on principle, she couldn’t help but notice two things. One, he really is quite a beautiful boy, even if he did have the personality of a raisin, and two, he’s Claire’s only real competition.

Rowan watched Claire and Finnigan the most. She watched as Claire would tread dangerously close to the water, and fair quite nicely, and then see Finnigan discretely try to attempt the same thing without much luck. Elemental and Quicksilver were the same breed, sure, but they were nothing alike. Quicksilver just barely tolerated Finnigan, and even then, she was still prone to trying to buck him off. Elemental and Claire, on the other hand, seemed to be cut from the same cloth.

They almost seemed to be friends, if such a thing were possible.

In the days Rowan spent watching the training, she and Claire had become fast friends. Claire and Rowan would laugh about silly things Quicksilver had caused Finnigan to do that day, or Rowan would tell Claire tales of her home.

“New York City,” Claire sighed happily.

Rowan caught Claire’s eye and raised a bemused eyebrow. “It’s just, that’s where I want to go.”

“Really? Why?” Rowan asked. She loved NYC, but Rowan was a born and bred city girl. She wasn’t sure how a Claire would handle all the nonstop commotion all the time.

“Thisby isn’t home,” Claire started. Rowan just stared, confused. “Ok, obviously it is my home, but I don’t feel like I belong here, if that makes any sense.”

Rowan face broke out into a wide smile. Claire laughed, “Right, I forgot who I was talking to. You’re the queen of not belonging here.” Rowan laughed at that and knocked shoulders with Claire.

Suddenly, Claire stood up and yanked Rowan up with her. She dragged Rowan to the edge of the beach, where the incoming tide tried to pull their ankles back with it, without much luck. Rowan looked over at Claire.

She was a different person than she had been reading to the sheep. Has it only been one week since I met Claire? The girl standing beside her was as wild and free as the ocean. Truth be told, Thisby was too small for Claire. Even Rowan, who had only known the girl a week, knew it to be true.

“This is my last year standing on this beach,” Claire said to waves. Rowan cocked an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. “I’m going to win.”

Some of the islanders are batshit crazy, Rowan decided. “Wasn’t that already the plan?” Rowan teased.

Claire, not catching the teasing tone, or simply not caring, answered, “I didn’t mean it before. Not really. But I do now.”

Some of the islanders are batshit crazy. But Claire? Rowan added, Claire just may be the craziest of them all.

And only the craziest of them all get their dreams.

The following evening was the Scorpio Races Festival. It was the equivalent to a county fair, but with more folklore and cinnamon rolls, Rowan had decided.

“They aren’t cinnamon rolls,” Chester announced. “The Big Apple’s never heard of November Cakes? Despicable! Absolutely despicable!” Chester joked and bought three.

Rowan had just finished taking her first bite of gooey goodness when Claire appeared next to her. “You’re here!” she greeted Rowan with a hug. Rowan attempted to hug Claire but her fingers were sticky from the pastry.

“I had to rearrange my horribly busy schedule, but alas, I am here,” Rowan said with gusto. Then she turned to face her grandparents, and they answered before she even asked her question.

“Go,” Amelia smiled, “have fun with Claire. But don’t get into too much trouble!” She called after the girls, who had run off immediately after Amelia’s first word.

Claire dragged Rowan over to the ferris wheel. It wasn’t very tall, at least compared to the skyscrapers Rowan had grown up with, but it was tall by Thisby standards. It cleared the rooftops of every building in Skarmouth.

“The ferris wheel? Seriously?” Rowan scoffed.

Claire ignored her distaste. “It’s a new addition. It’s only been here for a couple of years.” Rowan sighed in defeat and the two of them got in line.

Once on the ferris wheel, Rowan could see the entirety of Skarmouth. It could fit within the limits of Central Park, Rowan thought. I can see why Claire wants to get off this rock as badly as I do.

Like every other ferris wheel in existence, Rowan and Claire’s car stopped to let new passengers on. There weren’t at the tip-top, but one below. The two of them were giggling about nothing important when their car starting shaking like mad.

Rowan looked at the other cars, frantic, but none of them were shaking. “We’re going to die,” Claire whisper-yelled.

“You literally ride a horse that could tear you to shreds at any moment,” Rowan deadpanned.

Before Claire had time to retaliate, a figure dropped into their car. The car stopped shaking.

Finnigan Kendrick.

Of course.

“You know you’re supposed to get in at the bottom of the ride, not the top, right?” Rowan said.

Finnigan batted his infuriatingly long eyelashes and replied, “Oh, but it’s more fun this way.” He pushed Rowan out of the way and sauntered, as much as was possible in the small space, over to Claire. “This is between the two of us.”

Claire looked to Rowan with panicked eyes. Rowan knew the basics of the feud between Claire and Finnigan, but then again, that was only Claire’s side.

To Claire, Finnigan Kendrick started out a nice boy, who grew meaner and angrier with each cycle around the sun. They were friends as children, but that dissolved quickly. She never knew why he started hating her. Her mom had pointed out that when a boy is mean to you, it means he likes you, to which Claire replied that if that was the case, she hoped no boy ever liked her ever again.

To Finnigan, Claire was everything his family hoped he’d be. She was kind and patient, which made her good with animals, especially capaill uisce. She was universally adored by the citizens of Thisby. She was everything Finnigan wasn’t, and his family not-so-subtly reminded him of it whenever they could. So, he grew to detest Claire more and more until he was so filled with rage that he did terrible, stupid things, like winning the Scorpio Races just to get in his family’s good graces.

Finnigan saw Claire arrive on the beach that first day. He saw that her capall actually seemed to respect her, unlike his own Quicksilver. He was sure he had no competition, until that damned horse ran across the beach twice as fast as Quicksilver ever did and then returned to Claire when she called.

When he saw that, he knew that the only way he’d win would be by threatening Claire to drop out.

He saw his opportunity when Claire and the O’Brien’s granddaughter got on the ferris wheel the night of the Scorpio Festival. He cut in line and got in the car behind them. One of his friends was the ride operator, and he was in on the plan. Stop the ride with Finnigan above the girls, so he could easily jump into their car. Then, when Claire couldn’t escape, he would make sure she dropped out of the race.

He was supposed to win. He was the grandson of Puck Connolly and Sean Kendrick. It was in his blood.

When he saw how scared Claire got as he approached, he smiled a vicious smile.

“What do you want?” Claire’s friend snapped.

“Stay out of this!” he snapped back. Who does she think she is? Finnigan thought.

Claire said nothing, just cowering on the bench. “Claire,” he drawled, “you’re going to drop out of the race, or else I’ll slit the ankles of your precious capall.” His grandfather had inadvertently given him that idea, from a story he had told about Mutt Malvern.

But her friend had other plans. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

He whirled around to face her, “Yeah?” he asked. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Finnigan didn’t have to wait long to find out. He was still in disbelief that this, this mainlander had the gall to call him out, when he was hit with a huge rock to the jaw.

No, not a rock. A fist.

Rowan’s fist to be exact.

Finnigan saw stars for a split second, then hit the floor.

Rowan stepped over his form and squatted down next to Claire. In that moment, Claire was a little afraid of Rowan. But also in awe.

“So let me get this straight,” Rowan said slowly, “you caught and regularly ride a murderous horse, but you can’t handle one mean boy?”

Claire shrugged. She knew it didn’t add up.

“I think you’d do surprisingly well in New York,” Rowan said. The ferris wheel started moving again. Rowan sat down next to Claire and thought for a moment. Then said, “I have an idea.”

Claire finally spoke, “Yeah?”

“When I go back home, I think you should come with me,” Rowan announced.

“To you grandparents’?”

“No. To New York City.”

Claire smiled, “I think that’s a grand idea.”

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