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I know I’m terrible at finishing things and now with Driver’s ED and theatre and pep band and skiing I’m afraid my schedule is filling up so quickly I barely have time to write anymore but uh, enjoy this snippet that I wrote last night for Charles and Erik

“You’ve hurt me, Erik,” Charles’ voice rang out through the hallway and Erik tilted his head ever so slightly before turning around to face the man.

“I suppose I have,” Erik said, eyeing the wheelchair with a bitter twinge of regret.

Charles chuckled at his old friend’s acknowledgement, although it wasn’t the one he was looking for.

“In more ways than one,” he said.

Erik’s gaze turned from the wheelchair to Charles himself. Becoming painfully aware of the changes, or rather lack thereof. In the years he’d been away, Erik had glimpsed himself in mirrors, he knew he looked harsher than before, he’d gotten older—yet Charles held on to his boyish youth, his rosy cheeks and supple lips.

“I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve, Erik,” Charles admitted with a shake of his head. “And I’m afraid that every time we meet, you find new ways to break it.”

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I’m writing another Nadia x Lucio fic and I wrote pretty much what will probably be the most beautiful five sentences of my life to be used for later and honestly I don’t even know how to fit it into the fic I’m working on right now

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Here In The House We Built

Pairing: Countess Nadia x Count Lucio

Fandom: The Arcana

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a really rough year with school and all but I sat down and wrote a fanfic for y’all, hope you enjoy!

There is an edited version posted on AO3

Word Count: 1282

“Noddy,” Lucio started, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Yes, Lucio?” Nadia asked, looking up from her book.

“You love me, right?” Lucio asked quietly as if he were scared of the answer he might receive.

Nadia stared at him for a few seconds, the pitiful man before her, inches from death. It would be cruel to tell him anything other than what he wanted to hear.

“Of course I do, Lucio,” she replied, reaching out to run a soothing hand through his hair.

Lucio leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Noddy, how is it possible to love someone and betray them at the same time?” He asked, his voice almost innocent.

Nadia felt her heart jump as she continued to run her fingers through Lucio’s blonde locks.

“What do you mean, Lucio?” She asked, hiding her shaking hands in his hair.

“I might be on the verge of death, but I’m not stupid,” Lucio sneered, grabbing Nadia’s wrist and pulling her close to him. “Do you think I don’t know about your little meetings, your scheming. The second my heart gives out you’re gonna undo years of my work. Vesuvia is mine-“

Lucio succumbed to a coughing fit, loosening his grip on Nadia just enough for her to wrench herself free, leaving her shawl in his grasp.

“Lucio, you’re out of your mind,” Nadia yelled, backing away from her husband. “The plague’s butchered your brain.”

“No, no, I’m perfectly sane,” Lucio sneered, wiping his mouth of the blood he’d coughed up. “Did you really think I wouldn’t hear about it? This castle has ears everywhere. Everywhere, Noddy.”

Lucio began to cough again, heaving as he struggled to fill his lungs.

Nadia used Lucio’s momentary distraction to wordlessly escape his room, rushing down the stairs to find Asra and Julian.

“Noddy-“ Lucio groaned weakly, pawing at his bedsheets as he stained them red.

Lucio collapsed face down on his bed—shaking as he cried. His tears turned into loud, heaving sobs. Kicking his legs until he tangled up his sheets.

Lucio hadn’t expected to see Nadia again, not so soon after he accused her of treason. And when she walked back through his bedroom doors, his mouth was still filled with the metallic tang of blood.

“You, you were just here,” Lucio stuttered out, feeling for the shawl Nadia left behind, but coming up empty-handed.

“What do you mean, Lucio?” Nadia asked, worry tainting her words.

“I was coughing and you,” Lucio trailed off, unsure what to make of Nadia’s concern.

“See what I mean, Doctor Devorak?” Nadia said, turning from her husband to the doctor behind her. “He’s been having these little fits, lapses of memory.”

The tall redhead approached Lucio’s bedside, a comforting smile plastered on his lips.

“Lucio, how are you feeling?” Julian sat down on the corner of Lucio’s bed, removing his heavy gloves to check Lucio’s temperature.

“I,” Lucio looked between Nadia and Julian, they’d always been there for him, maybe the plague was taking its toll. “I’m fine,” he said, eyeing the jar of leeches peeking out of Julian’s coat.

Julian’s eyes followed Lucio’s to his coat.

“Ah, don’t worry about these beauties,” Julian said, taking the jar out. “They’re harmless suckers.”

Lucio’s blood ran cold at the sight of the wriggling leeches.

Nadia coughed, motioning for Julian to put the leeches away. Carefully, she sat down next to Julian, squeezing Lucio’s hand.

Lucio returned the gesture, choosing to ignore how Nadia’s hands felt cold in his own.

Julian‘s gaze lingered on the scene for just a second too long before he tore himself away.

“Everything seems normal in Lucio’s system, like it’s evening out. We don’t have a definitive cure yet, but our first prototype has already managed to reverse the effects of the plague in some rats,” Julian said, directing his words towards Nadia more than Lucio.

“Wonderful, when do you think it’ll be ready for the people?” Nadia asked, letting Lucio play with the rings on her fingers.

“A few weeks maybe?” Julian said, fiddling with a quill. “Even with the rats it doesn’t work 100% of the time, for every rat we save, two more die.”

“I can take those odds,” Lucio said, looking up at the doctor.

“Lucio, if you died, half of Vesuvia would be calling for my head,” Julian said. “That’s not a chance I want to take.”

Lucio snorted, returning to messing around with Nadia’s jewelry.

“I think that maybe we should start the physical exam,” Julian said, his eyes shifting between Nadia and the door.

“Ah,” Nadia said, nodding. “Lucio, I’m going to head back down to my chambers, Doctor Devorak’ll take care of you.”

“A kiss? For luck?” Lucio asked, tightening his grip on Nadia’s hand to hold her back.

Nadia smiled at him and bent over his face. Lucio craned his neck up expectingly only for Nadia to plant a kiss on his forehead before patting his cheek.

“Save a kiss for when you recover,” Nadia whispered, tucking Lucio’s hair back.

“I love you, Noddy,” Lucio called after his wife, flashing a smile as Nadia closed the door behind her.

Julian shifted on the bed, watching Nadia leave before turning his attention to Lucio.

“I see we have some new things developing,” Julian said, pulling out his journal and flipping to Lucio’s section.

“New, huh?” Lucio asked, reading over the doctor’s notes. “Subject shows little improvement, immune system is slow to respond to treatment-“

Julian slammed the journal shut.

“That’s for my eyes only, Lucio,” Julian said, placing the book off to the corner.

“Ah,” Lucio said, sitting back in his bed. “Well you already checked my temperature and I told you I don’t want any more of those disgusting bloodsuckers on me anymore. What more is there, Jules?”

“There’s the cure we’re working on the cure, nothing suitable yet, but we’re getting there,” Julian replied, pulling out a bundle of metal instruments.

“That’s what you’ve been saying for the past two weeks, I want you to take a good look at me. I don’t have another two weeks,” Lucio said, growing restless in his bed. “Which is why I’m expediting the process.”

Julian paused for a moment, unsure of what the Count meant.

“Guards!” Lucio yelled, his eyes gleaming with something mean.

Immediately, several armed men rushed in, holding Julian down.

“Lucio, what are you doing?” Julian yelled, struggling against his human bonds.

“I’ve been thinking lately, you know, being bed sick and all, there are no parties to distract me. So I decided that you need a little motivation to find a cure at a faster pace.”

A masked figure walked into the room holding a covered cage. The figure chuckled and Julian’s ears cringed at the sound.

“Valdemar,” he said, watching the other doctor uncovered the cage to reveal a scuttling red beetle. “Valdemar, you don’t have to do this,” Julian said, panic rising in his voice as he realized what Lucio’s plan was.

“Oh, but I do,” Valdemar grinned, watching Julian squirm at the sight of the beetle. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your body during my autopsy.” Valdemar removed the beetle from its cage, their gloves maintaining a firm grip on it. “Open up, Doctor Devorak,” Valdemar said, prying open Julian’s jaws.

“Come on, Jules. You’ve worked with plague beetles before,” Lucio said, smirking at his own joke. “I’m sure you won’t mind being a little closer with them.”

The last thing Julian experienced before passing out, was the feeling of sticky little legs crawling down his throat.

Lucio’s voice pounded through his head.

“I’ve come to terms with my death, but have you?”

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Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

A/n: Enjoy some Bucky fanfic for the holidays, I finished this last night and im rather proud of that even though it took me like two hours. This is gender neutral fanfic because everyone deserves to be happy on the holidays.

Merry Christmas and a happy holiday to all!

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Bucky groaned as he blindly flailed around his night stand, trying to find the snooze button on his alarm. Finally he hit the button and just laid in bed, his eyes shut tight, trying to convince himself to go back to sleep. Giving up on that, he swung his legs over his bed and grumpily slipped on his bunny slippers, a gift from Tony that was just so comfy he couldn’t bring himself to throw them out. He shuffled to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. As he yanked his underwear on he heard a knock at the door.

“Buuuuccckkkkkyyyy,” a familiar voice whined.

“Y/n,” he chuckled, drawing the name out the same way.

“Your door’s lock,” y/n informed him from outside.

“I know, doll,” he shuffled out of the bathroom to unlock the door.

As soon as he did, y/n tumbled in and ran into his chest.

“Well hello there, doll,” he laughed, helping y/n get stable.

Y/n blushed momentarily at Bucky’s half-nakedness, almost forgetting why they’d come into his room.

“I-“ y/n stared at Bucky’s abs before looking up, blushing even more.

Bucky laughed even more and y/n gazed at his wonderful smile.

“There something you wanted to tell me?” He asked, still grinning at y/n’s embarrassment.

“Oh yeah!” Y/n suddenly remembered. “Merry Christmas!”

Bucky stood still for a moment before realization washed over his face.

“Oh! It is, wow, okay,” Bucky scratched his neck nervously.

“Did you... forget?” Y/n asked.

“No, no, no, not at all, it just came up a little quickly,” Bucky lied.

“Yeah,” y/n nodded. “Anyways, I’ll see you at the Secret Santa gift exchange, right?”

“Gift exchange?”

Bucky’s eyes got wide as he realized he had basically forgotten everything.

Y/n’s eyebrows raised.

“I’m looking forward to the gift exchange,” y/n said, turning to leave the room.

“Of course,” Bucky smiled.

As soon as y/n exited the room, Bucky scrambled around his room. When did they decide there was going to be a gift exchange? He screamed internally. Actually... he opened the top drawer of his nightstand and saw y/n’s name sitting neatly on top of a few books.

“Crap,” he muttered.

Looking at the name he vaguely recalled Steve mentioning something about a gift exchange a couple weeks ago, Tony’s idea.

“Damn Tony,” Bucky huffed, shoving the name into his pocket.

A knock at his door brought Bucky out of his thoughts.

“Y/n I swear I didn’t forget,” he said.

“Y/n?” Steve asked, entering Bucky’s room.

“Steve, oh, sorry. Y/n was here earlier to wish me a Merry Christmas,” Bucky explained.

Steve nodded, eyeing Bucky’s shirtless torso.

“Were you that naked when she came in?” He laughed.

Bucky looked down, noticing that he’d forgotten to get changed after y/n visited him. Walking over to his closet, he put on a Christmas sweater and joggers.

“Please don’t tell me you’re here because of the gift exchange?” Bucky groaned.

“I already got everything ready a week ago,” Steve shrugged.

Bucky threw himself facedown onto his bed.

“I’m guessing you didn’t,” Steve said.

“Yep,” Bucky mumbled into the bed.

“You are possibly the most forgetful person I have ever met,” Steve shook his head.

“Probably,” Bucky sat up. “What am I suppose to get y/n in less than an hour?”

“You got y/n?” Steve asked.

“Obviously,” Bucky shot back.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m just trying to help, I actually have something that might help with that.”

“Is it a time machine?” Bucky grimaced.

“It’s closer to a piece of knowledge rather than a physical object,” Steve corrected.

“Okay, lay it on me,” Bucky spread his arms open.

“I don’t if I should tell you though,” Steve hesitated with a smirk.

“Steve! Please, I need this,” Bucky begged.

“Fine, y/n likes you,” Steve stated.

Bucky drew back and it seemed as if time had completely stopped as he tried to process the information.

“Y/n likes, y/n likes... me?” Bucky stammered.

“Yeah,” Steve smirked. “Was it not obvious?”

“No, I mean, I didn’t think-“ Bucky stammered even more.

“Buck, y/n really likes you, okay? Really, really likes you. If you still don’t know what the perfect gift is after that I’m not sure what else I can tell you,” Steve said.

“I- yeah,” Bucky gave up on talking and just nodded.

“Okay, good. Now you better get ready, we’re all waiting for you to get out of your room so we can start the gift exchange.” Steve patted Bucky’s back and left the room.

A few minutes later Bucky entered the kitchen, a bustling mess of Christmas cookies and frosting.

“I see you finally got out of bed,” Natasha joked.

“Uh huh,” Bucky muttered, grabbing a cookie off the cooling rack and stuffing it into his mouth.

“Hey those weren’t ready yet!” Clint protested, moving the cookies away from Bucky.

“Guys are the cookies ready?” Y/n entered the kitchen and once again almost ran into Bucky. “Oh sorry!” Y/n exclaimed.

“It’s fine,” Bucky smiled.

From across the room Steve winked at Bucky and gave him a little thumbs up. Bucky inconspicuously flipped him off.

“Oh hey, Buck!” Steve yelled. “Watch out for the mistletoe Stark stuck all over the place.”

Bucky was about to roll his eyes when the realization struck him.

Less than fourth five minutes later everyone was gathered together to open all the gifts under the Christmas tree.

“Okay everyone,” Tony began. “We’re gonna start opening our presents, well reveal a secret Santa’s after everyone’s opened their gift.”

Natasha was the first one to open her present, a black t-shirt with a red hour glass on the front and several multicolored hair ties. Carefully wrapped in another package was a set of throwing knives.

“Wow these are beautiful,” Natasha admired the rainbow knives.

Following her was Steve, as he carefully unwrapped the gift several Captain America figurines fell out, along with one of Bucky and Tchalla. An old tape with a tag labeling it as ‘Captain America: 1940’ sat in a pile of newspaper.

Bucky couldn’t really be sure about who gave Steve the present, but from the way Tony was cracking up Bucky guessed it was him.

Everyone finished opening their gift except y/n. Noticing this, Tony asked if there had been a mix up.

“No, actually.” Bucky stood up. “My present just requires a little more preparation.”

He walked over to y/n and held his hand out. Helping y/n up, he bit his lip nervously. Bucky had grabbed a mistletoe bundle and now he pulled it out of his pocket. Holding it above them he smirked.

“Looks like we’ve ‘accidentally’ wandered under some mistletoe,” Bucky said, looking at y/n with puppy dog eyes.

The entire room started screaming and Bucky heard Natasha tell Tony that he now owed her fifty bucks.

“Looks like we have,” y/n gulped.

Leaning forward, Bucky’s lips met y/n’s. Gradually they began to kiss. Bucky dropped the mistletoe in the moment and wrapped both his arms around y/n bringing y/n closer to him. Y/n wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him to them.

They pulled away for a breath of air. Their foreheads still touching.

“Merry Christmas,” Bucky muttered.

“Best Christmas ever,” y/n whispered back.

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Are You Aaron Burr, Sir?

((A/N: So, over the past weeks I have been gradually becoming Hamilton trash and a friend sent me the picture above and I just couldn’t help myself to write something about it. It’s really short and I’m not even sure if it’s any good considering I wrote it at one in the morning but, enjoy.))

Warnings: Suicide

Burr turned around the face the young lad. The first thought that came to him when he saw his future assailant was- he looks exactly like his father. The boy was holding a gun that seemed to be three times the size of his head, the barrel was pointed towards Burr.

“You- you killed my father,” the boy yelled, his hands shaking a little from the weight of the metal instrument.

Burr sighed, almost resigned at this point.

“Yes, yes I did,” he replied solemnly, looking the boy in the eyes, he couldn’t help but think about Alexander’s face projected on the small child in front of him.

“I’m gonna kill you,” Alexander Hamilton Junior’s voice cracked a bit on the last word, his hands started to shake some more.

“Listen, son-” Burr started.

“Don’t call me son,” Alex snapped. “You killed the only man who will ever have the right to call me that.”

Burr swallowed, the boy spoke the truth, but he didn’t fully understand. He didn’t understand how much it hurt, to say Alexander’s name again.

“Your father was a great man, I hope you know that,” Burr said, his voice remained calm and level. “I did kill him, regrettably I must admit, but I was the one who pulled the trigger to the gun that killed him. And you have every right to want to kill me.”

By now, the boy’s grip on the gun started to waver as he was overcome by tears.

“However,” Burr continued. “Hamilton let his pride get the better of him leading to his demise. I do so truly hope you do not do the same, Alexander.”

Burr knelt down in front of the boy, placing a hand on the gun, he gently tugged it away and uncocked it, tucking it into his waistband pocket.

“You killed my father,” Alex bubblered, falling onto the ground.

“I know that words won’t bring back the dead, but I am greatly sorry for the death of your father. You might not believe it now, but he and I were great friends before everything went awry.” Burr patted Alex’s back, trying his best to comfort the boy. “Now, I bet your mother is worried sick, so how about getting you back to her?”

All Alex could do was nod messily as he wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket.

Burr lead Alex to a carriage and lifted him in before turning to the coach master. Giving the master Eliza’s address he added one last thing.

“Make sure he gets home safely,” he muttered, paying the master a handsome sum while fighting back tears of his own.

As Burr watched the carriage trudge off he hurried back home but emotion overwhelmed him halfway there and tears were streaming down his face by the time he slammed his door shut. He all but collapsed in his foyer, heaving sobs wrecked his body. The crash of a vase shattering ran through his living room as he tried to find an outlet for his anguish. He slammed his fists down on a table causing the lamp that was already precariously positioned on it to tip over and break. Pieces of broken glass scattered about the floor.

He had managed to conceal his feelings about Hamilton’s death up until this point, how had a boy been able to unlock them? No. Actually he knew the answer to that. He should’ve known he couldn’t avoid the events of that evening for long.

With a deep breath, Burr decided what he was going to do. Quickly, he scribbled out a short note before reaching into his pocket to retrieve the gun he’d taken from Alex. Checking the chamber of the gun, he chuckled a little. There was a single bullet loaded in it.

“Perfect,” he mumbled to himself.

Getting up from the table, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from his cabinet before sitting back down. He popped open the bottle and took a couple swigs before picking up the gun, cocking it, and placing it to his own head. He closed his eyes and made a silent prayer before pulling the trigger.

The last thought on his mind was- “forgive me, Hamilton, my dear friend.”

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Luke Castellan (Percy Jackson) Adam Milligan (Supernatural) Cameron Downes (The Angel of Death)

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Testing Dummy: Part 1

Testing Dummy - Newt

Minho, Thomas, Newt, and Frypan all sat at their usual spot in the cafeteria. Other Gladers could be seen around them, along with girls from the other group. But the four boys stayed huddled together whispering and occasionally looking around. Just as they finished talking, the sound of doors being opened caught their attention, the doors that were usually guarded were suddenly wide open and a girl around their age walked through wearing a starch white collared shirt and tight, matching skirt. A black tie was messily tied around her neck, and her hair seemed as if it had been done in a hurry. A younger girl followed behind her carrying a rather large stack of books and loose papers in her arms. Despite the weird looks she got from the other teenagers in the room she ignored them and turned to a guard. They seemed to converse for a moment and the sound of their voices raised above the noise of the cafeteria, drawing everyone’s attention once again. Over at their table, Newt could hear the girl’s conversation clearly.

“Look, Leslie, I’ve told you already, I don’t give a damn what the Chancellor thinks because I’m more afraid of Parker than I am of her, and if you had a brain in that thick skull of yours, you would be too.”

“I’m sorry Miss y/n, but I had specific instructions from Chancellor Paige to not release any of the Subjects.” The guard squared his stance to face you.

Pursing your lips you spun around and the guard seemed to relax a bit before he realized you weren’t turning to leave, bending over to the girl holding all of the papers, you said in a voice just loud enough for the guard to hear, “Stella, why don’t you bring Jax over here to help, sort this out.”

“Miss,” Leslie started, a twinge of panic creeping into his voice. “I don’t think that bringing Mr. Reagan will be necessary.”

“Oh really?” You turned back to him. “Well I think that it is very necessary in this circumstance.”

As the girl trotted through the doors the guard pulled himself together again and faced you.

“Look Miss, I was given extremely strict instructions to not release any Subjects and I plan on sticking to that.”

You held Leslie’s stare before a smile spread across your mouth. Without breaking eye contact you called out.

“And Stella, you might want to grab Lincoln while you’re at it. You know he’d be furious if we didn’t tell him about this.”

Looking more and more desperate, Leslie raised his voice again. “I don’t want to cause any trouble Miss but I can’t let you do that.”

Placing a firm hand on your wrist, Leslie made a move to grab your other hand and in a blink your fist shot out, catching Leslie on the side of the head. A loud silence suddenly covered the cafeteria.

“Keep your hands off me. Or next time I’ll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.” You hissed in his ear as he whimpered.

“Y/n!” A voice snapped from the hallway.

Two young men busted through the door and rushed to you, Stella at their heels.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, y/n?” One of them growled.

Straightening yourself, you released the guard with a sneer.

“I need A5.” Looking up at their incredulous expressions you added, “For, testing.”

From where they sat, Minho glanced over at Newt's tattoo, Group A, Subject 5.

“Newt, I think they’re talking about you…” He trailed off.

The boys turned around to watch the three conversed by the corner. One of the young men kept scrunching up his face but finally both of them gave a sigh and nodded their heads in agreement. Y/n peeked over their shoulders and pointed at the table Newt was sitting at.

“That one.”

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AU that Bucky runs into this young assassin while he’s on a mission and seeing himself in this assassin, who’s not even 18 yet but still knows their way around a weapon better then their back hand, he takes them in because he doesn’t want them to end up like he did and so one night they check into a hotel and Bucky can’t sleep because of his nightmares and he just decides to read or whatever and he hears whimpering coming over from the assassins bed and he recognizes a few of the languages they’re speaking but the thing is it isn’t just incoherent mutter it’s things like “Please don’t make me, I don’t want to, I can’t do this, please don’t, please don’t, please.” And as tears are just streaming down their face Bucky realizes that the young kid and him have so much in common, too much.

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“But what about your vows, Jon?”

Jon smirked as he brought you closer to him.

“What about them?”

Your eyes locked with him, searching for anything that could give that he was lying. Nothing.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“What do I have to be afraid of?”

“The Wall, what they’ll do to you if they catch us, your vows, whatever’s out there.”

“Screw the Wall, screw the vows, screw whatever’s out there. I have you, you have me. We’ll explore the world together. I love you y/n.”

With that he pulled you into a deep kiss and in that moment what he said was correct. There was nothing else in the world but the two of you.

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Imagine Being New In Forks And Edward Taking An Interest In You

“Uh,” 

 You stuttered out unsure of how to react, the other girls had told you about Edward but now he was actually talking to you. 

Edward chuckled at your obvious flustering. 

 “You know, with a skin color that pale someone might think you’re a vampire.”

 You blurted put in an attempt to start a conversation with him, to your surprise Edward gave off a short bark like laugh and you joined in rather awkwardly.

 “Yeah, It’s not like I haven’t heard that one before.” 

 You smirked sarcastically, trying to keep a straight face but the twinkle in your eyes gave you away. Edward suddenly got up from the counter. 

“It’s getting dark, I hope I’ll see you around?” 

 “Of course.” 

 Edward waved at you before leaving through the back door of the diner and you couldn’t help but sigh.

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I just had a horrible, heartbreaking thought. WICKED could watch the Gladers from the maze right? Now all I can imagine is a little 13 year old girl sitting at the computers watching as Newt climbs the walls, too scared to get out of her seat and alert someone about what’s happening, but they see it all the same, and they’re not doing anything. So she sits there, trembling, suddenly there’s this heartbreaking shriek coming from her as Newt jumps and all she can see on her screen is his broken body just laying on the ground, his leg twisted weirdly and she dashes out of her chair to whomever is suppose to be supervising and she cries and screams at them to get someone out there to save him and finally they give in because they need this kid in the first place, so they do a little manipulating and boom, Alby’s out there bringing Newt back, everything’s okay, for now. Jump forward about four years and there’s the same girl, on the edge of her seat, frozen, as she watches Newt shove the gun into Tommy’s hand and put it to his own head, helpless as Newt tells Tommy to kill him, the same scream echoes through the room as Tommy pulls the trigger. The same sobs travel across the room to her supervisor, begging for them to send someone, anyone, out there to save him, to save Newt. However, this time, her supervisor hesitates before their eyes flicker to the screen, a boy, laying broken, there’s blood pooling all around him, and it brings back an old memory, the same boy laying there, the same girl begging for someone to save him, and finally the supervisor agrees. They send a team out and they bring him back, they try their best to save him, to make him whole again, but it’s too late, the supervisor hesitated too long, the boy’s gone before he can reach the headquarters. The Glue had dried.

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Big Dreams

Big Dreams

First post of the year! Hope you enjoy it!

TBS x reader

It had been a 5 in the morning day, again. Sure becoming an engineer had sounded pretty cool, when I was in middle school. Now that I was in my third year of college at one of the worlds most renown university for turning out amazing engineers, becoming one lost its appeal. I might have gotten in on a giant scholarship, but really, the only motivation that kept me going and not dropping out or taking a new major was simply, I was in too deep to back out now. No, I didn’t have friends that kept me in college. No, I didn’t go to parties every weekend. No, I, for the most part, drifted out of any social life I might have had before when I launched myself into my dream of being a world class engineer. 

The only human interaction for me was talking to my professors and ordering coffee from the barista as Starbucks. A Vanilla Bean latte along with a large chocolate chip cookie, my usual. 

I had gone to Starbucks, expecting it to be a normal weekend, study, eat, sleep, repeat. 

A three day weekend to relax, or in my case, work until my fingers were numb and my brain went dead. I ordered my usual and just sat down at the window table, within a few minutes I had my laptop set up and my papers in a neat stack to my left, not like they’d stay that way for long. 

I guess I was so into drafting my blueprint for the miniature model homes we were suppose to be building I didn’t notice when a group of at least seven young adults not much older than myself walked in, ordered, and sat just a couple table in front of me. 

I must’ve looked like crap because one of them, a young man, kept looking back at me from his spot. I wouldn’t really have cared much about what any of them thought of me, except the guy was really adorable, I know, shallow, but when you haven’t socialized with the majority of the human race you get a bit flustered when one of them gives you attention of some type. I thought that they would leave soon so I could get back to focusing on my work and not have to glance up every minute or so to see if he was staring at me, he was, and they didn’t budge. By now the group had already ordered a ton of drinks, it seemed as if their plan was to try each one, they had to have been here for hours but still they showed no sign of leaving and the young man kept peering over his shoulder at me. As the time ticked on and the clock struck twelve, midday, and the group still hadn’t left. I could have sworn they had been here for two and a half hours now. 

About half an hour later I finally peeked up from my work and ever growing pile of paper to see then huddled over the table whispering to each other, every once in a while the one who had glanced back would playfully hit one of the others with the back of his hand. I didn’t realize I was staring at them until the boy sitting across from the cutie pie nudged him and nodded his head in my general direction causing him to turn around towards me. 

Blushing, I ducked under my laptop to try to get back on track, I was almost successful too but the light scratching sound of a chair being pulled out on the other side of my table made me popped back up from behind my laptop to see the cutie pie kinda sitting awkwardly across from me. With a small squeak I nearly dumped my coffee all over the blueprints I was working on. Luckily he reached out and righted the cup before any real harm could be done. 

“So…” He began awkwardly, I noticed his British accent right away and it was simply adorable. 

I could feel my cheeks starting to turn red and burn up. No, not now. I thought to myself. 

“Yeah?” I asked, hoping it didn’t come off too bluntly. 

With a small smile he continued. “I saw you sitting over here all alone and thought you might need someone to keep you company.” 

Returning the smile, I let myself take in his features a bit more. “Company might be something I need, it’s been awhile since I’ve had any.” 

“Oh really? You do seem charming.”

As we spoke I learnt that his name was Thomas and that he was an actor, the people he had come in with where some of his peers for a movie they were filming. I soon shot a glance over at the table behind us where the others had been only to find it empty. 

“I think your mates abandoned you.” I chuckled. 

Turning around, Thomas looked over at the table before chuckling himself. “Ah, they happen to have a habit of doing that.” Facing me he spoke again. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get a ride back to The Plaza do you?” 

Thinking for a moment I furrowed my eyebrows before answering. “Well, you could take a taxi.” I suggested before seeing a slight change in his expression. “Or, I could drive you there myself.” 

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Sure. Why not? If you turn out to be a mass murderer it’s not like college isn’t doing that to me anyways.” 

“I’m sure you’ll find your way through it.” He grinned, standing up. 

“My cars around back, I think they made me a special little parking spot.” 

Bending over to pick up my laptop I piled the papers together and shoved them into my messenger bag. 

“Do you need a little help?” Thomas asked with obvious concern. 

“I think I’m okay. I do this almost daily.” 

“Just let me help with something, I don’t wan to feel like a free loader.” 

Biting my lip I spoke, “Well my bag does get a little cumbersome when trying to get my keys out.” 

Handing the bag to him, I laughed a bit when he groaned at the weight of it. 

“How do you carry this thing around all day?” He asked, slinging the strap over his shoulder. 

“I don’t know, practice?” 

Exiting Starbucks you turned to the back parking lot I wrestled your keys out of my back pocket and hit the unlock button. Thomas let out a low whistle when he saw which car beeped. 

“Are you sure you’re just a college student?” He asked eyeing the silver Lamborghini I shoved my stuff into. 

Standing back I admired the car a bit, “Pretty sure.” 

Thomas raised his eyebrows in disbelief, “Are you sure.” 

I finally realized what Thomas meant. “Oh! The car? My parents have this whole thing about, ‘No, you don’t need a job, we’ll pay for everything you need, just focus on your studies.’ It’s actually pretty cool.” I smirked, “Now are you just going to stand here and goggle at my car or are you going to get in?”

“And I thought my stuff was nice.” I heard him muttered as he stepped into the car, feeling the leather interior. 

Shooting a glance at him I broke the silence, “So, Plaza?”

“Yep.”

“My apartments actually really close to there, just a block or so down.”

“Really? Maybe we could go there instead.” Thomas suggested. 

Cocking my head towards him I gave him a questioning look. “Won’t your friends wonder where you are?”

“Eh, they already dumped me here.”

“Then my apartment it is.”

——-Time Skip——-

“Ugh.” 

Rolling over I squinted at the clock by my bedside, 12:47, pm. That couldn’t be right. I swear I set it to go off at 5:30. I had classes to attend today!

The smell of bacon wafted around my apartment. Oh my god, I thought, did I leave the stove on last night. Groaning again I shifted over to get up when I noticed the other side of the bed was neatly made as if someone had made an effort to tuck in all of the bed sheets. Throwing the sheets off myself I suddenly felt the cold air hit me and wondered why I was so cold, casting a glance down I noticed I was wearing a sports bra and shorts, weird. 

Grunting again I pulled myself to my feet, slipped into a bathrobe, stumbled out of the bedroom into the lounge and finally made it to the kitchen. There I saw Thomas wearing my frilly, pink, kiss the cook apron while humming a little tune to himself as he cracked an egg over one of the many pans he had set up on the stove. 

“Morning sleepyhead.” He grinned looking up at me. “I was starting to wonder if you would ever get up.”

“Did you turn off my alarms?” I glared at him with my most accusatory face. 

“Obviously.” He chuckled. “And I called your professor to call in sick for you, according to her you’re three or so days caught up in your work.”

My eyes widened. “You called in sick for me!”

“Relax, from what I heard, you need this break. Now,” Thomas pulled back a chair for me, “Eat up, I need to know what you think of my cooking.”

Grumbling I sat down at the table and watched as he piled the food on my plate. Sitting across from me, Thomas looked like an eager puppy, just waiting for me to try his cooking. Taking the first bite I tried to keep my expression neutral but that failed as soon as my mouth closed around the first fork full I couldn’t stop from digging into the rest. 

“Wow.” I finally manage to say after I finished. “You are a really good cook.”

“Really?” Thomas couldn’t keep himself from smiling. “I took a look in some of the cookbooks you have and after deciding I probably couldn’t make Fritatas with extra tasty chicken on kale leaves I just went with what I’ve been able to do my whole life, cook amazing bacon and scrambled eggs.” 

“I think I might keep you if you continue cooking like this.” I joked, beginning to pick up the plates to place in the dishwasher. 

As I moved into the kitchen, Thomas followed me. “You know, you talk in your sleep, it’s kinda cute.”

Freezing I slowly faced Thomas, “How do you know I talk in my sleep?”

Alarm was one way to describe Thomas’s expression when I asked him. 

“I, heard you all the way from the couch.” He blurted out. 

Scrutinizing his expression I reluctantly accepted his answer. But just as he relaxed I remembered something. 

“Wait, then how come half of my bed was made when I woke up this morning?” This time Thomas was stuck on how to reply. “Oh my-” My hand shot up to my mouth, “Did we, did we sleep together?”

Red crept up from Thomas’s neck to his face. “Um, maybe, kinda?” 

“Oh god, I’m screwed.”

“No, no, no, not like that,” Thomas spoke so quickly you almost didn’t catch his words, “I mean we slept together, but not together, that doesn’t make sense does it?”

Slowly I shook my head, the words 'slept together’ still embedded in my mind.

“Okay, we slept in the same bed, and we, um, how do I put this into words without it sounding weird? We, cuddled?” Thomas’s face was growing redder by the second. 

“Cuddled?” I asked, confusion was evident in my voice.

“Yeah,” Thomas scrunched his face up, “Like all night, you’re a very restless sleeper you know, you kicked me at least three times last night.”

“Am I suppose to just act like it’s not weird I slept, or cuddled, or whatever with some random guy I met at a coffee shop?”

Thomas was silent for awhile before any sound escapes him, “It is a bit strange I suppose,” pausing he bit his lip as if thinking, “I can, um, leave now, if you want.”

Closing my eyes for a few seconds I collapsed onto the couch, 

“Well, you’re here, and I have to admit, you are kinda cute, and you canceled my classes for the rest of the day, so why not, go ahead and stay, maybe we can get to know each other a little better.” I finally sighed. 

“If you want.” Thomas grinned, plopping himself down onto the couch with me.

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Subject A14

Happy Holidays everyone! Please enjoy these little reads I've been working on! The Maze Runner Subject A14 

 "What's Subject A14?" Newt asked more forcefully. 

 "I told you, I don't know." Amira repeated for the second time.  

"You do," Newt persisted "Jeff told me that you consciously told him when you came out of the Box. There's no denying it." 

Newts voice started to sound more annoyed each passing minute Amira shot a glare at Jeff who looked away. 

"I don't know what you're taking about. I never told Jeff anything."  "That's not true." 

Jeff spoke up. "She said Subject A14 was important." 

Amira turned on him, "Then why don't you tell everyone what I said, if I told you." She shot back.

"Well," he stuttered. "You only mentioned that."  

"Ha, I was probably loopy or something."  Snorted Amira.

"Amira, we both know you were in your bloody right mind." Newt's voice began to rise. "Now tell me, what is Subject A14?" He finally yelled.  

Amira looked at him, slightly shocked. Holding his stare before pulling away.

"You want to know what Subject A14 is?" She whisper yelled hoarsely. "Subject A14 is, she was a failure." She yelled out finally.  

Newt drew back at the unexpected answer. "A failure? She?" 

"Subject A14 was proof that even a genius could fail and a titan could fall." Amira blurt out. "She was the genius, I was the titan." Defeated she continued. "Her name was Lilith, I picked it out after they saved her. I couldn't have been any older than seven or eight but when I held eighteen month Lilith I knew exactly what I wanted to do. She would be my final test to prove I was just as capable as the older children. I raised her, I trained her and as much as it hurts to admit, I got attached to her. She was my personal project, and she was suppose to remain that way, she wasn't suppose to be picked for the Trials. I tried to convince them not to do it, not to my project, not to my friend, not the girl I saw as a sister. But they took her for the Trials, at that point I was onto acceptation that she was gone, and that's when they offered to let me watch the Trials. I jumped to it of course, a chance to watch my success in the Trials Course. Lilith was ten at the time, she would have come here if she had succeeded in the Trials. A great honor it was to have one of your trainees come to the Killzone Experiment. It meant that you were able to shape an amazing human being. At least that what we were told, in reality it meant we had created a weapon with the ability to do so much more than our enemies. Lilith was so much better than all the others, she was smarter, stronger, her best weapon was her ingenuity. I knew she could win, I knew she wouldn't disappoint. But the last day of the Trials something horrible happened. Everything went fairly smoothly, it was the last hour or so of the final, the final trial that was our undoing. The final trial was by far the hardest, even Lilith struggled with it, but never, ever, in my wildest dreams, or nightmares would I even imagine her failing it. Already several other subjects had been eliminated but she kept going, kept pushing. I, along with everyone else thought it was because she was tough. We couldn't have been farther from the truth. She hiked through dunes hundreds of miles long in temperatures well over a hundred degrees. Lilith fought pass hordes of what you now call Grievers. She even got passed monsters even worse than Grievers that our scientists had cooked up in a lab, monstrous abnormalities with spikes and metal arms sticking out all over the place. The stuff from your nightmares. But it wasn't the physical pain that caused the loss of Lilith, it was the mental stress and in that last hour, the pain they put on something that only exists in our mind." Amira paused to recollect herself.  

Every Glader around her however had their ears wide open listening to her untold history like eager toddlers listening to a bed time story. Newt's eyes were open wide and his eyebrows slightly knitted together as he listened to her talk. Never in the three years he had known her had she ever opened up like this, even to him. Yet here she was telling it all to every single Glader and he felt a slight twinge of guilt at the fact that she was doing this because he had forced her to. But the guilt was released a bit by his burning desire to know. To know more about why she was here. To know more about the Maze and its Creators. To know more about these Trials that destroyed so many people, so many children.  Amira looked around to make sure she had the attention of everyone with her before she continued. Taking a deep breath she plunged back into her tale. 

"The mental stress is what got to her in the end. Not the Grievers, not the Hike, not the monsters. The stress broke her beyond repair. It got into her head and destroyed her from the inside out. None of us saw what was happening to her until it was too late, she went insane. It started with small things, she wouldn't talk as much, but that of course was to be expected. Then, it went to where she wouldn't eat for days on end. During that time, mood swings were common and that's how she got passed those monsters in the first place, one of the only ones who managed that. Finally, she just snapped. She was so close to finishing and she turned on another subject. A younger boy by the name of William. I think the two formed a sort of alliance during the Trials but it began to get shaky near the end. It was a bad day for Lilith, William wasn't helping with that either. He probably had had enough of her unpredictable moods and said something that played as the final straw that broke the camels back. They got into a fight that morning and later in the day as they were hiking along an off road trail he told her that after the Trials were over he hoped that they really did wipe their memories, a rumor the subjects had over heard, because he never wanted to remember her ever again. He also screamed that he wished he never knew her and that they had never become friends. It doesn't sound that harsh if you account for everything she'd been though to that point but the emotional instability along with her mental situation triggered something in her. Going back to it I believe it's because he was her life line to sanity, and when he broke it off he basically doomed her to a downward spiral to crazy land or something. She," Amira stuttered, "she ripped his throat out." 

Pausing once more, she looked at the mixture of surprise and horror in the Gladers eyes. Of course, they hadn't expected the girl they had heard about to commit such a gruesome act. She thought to herself, truth is, neither had she. That had been her reaction when she saw it happen in front of her own eyes on the giant screen. The camera had zoomed in on the scene and it seemed as if the entire world had gone quiet as they watched it unfold in front of them. Now there's was nothing in her eyes but sadness. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to stop now?" Amira asked fighting back the burning feeling in her throat and trying to keep her voice from cracking as she held back the hot tears that wanted to explode from her eyes.  

"Yes. Continue." Newt spoke as everyone else had seemed to be in a shocked, trancelike state after the sudden ending. 

"Okay then, i suppose. Lilith's story is coming to an end though." She warned. "The rest of the Creators judged William dead as soon as Lilith attacked him, but that wasn't why they got rid of her. We hadn't seen it before but we definitely saw it now, Lilith had contracted a disease now identified as the Flare which, as one of its effects, causes cannibalism. She tried to eat William." Another audible, deep breath could be heard from the Gladers. "With Lilith gone, the Creators we're down a subject. So they went for the next best thing, her mentor. "That's how I ended up here, in the Glade. As a punishment for my failure, for my project. Because I was curious. It's all my fault." Amira slumped in defeat, her eyes closed as tears welled up in the corners.  

"But, why was it your fault?" A little voice piped up from the back. A wave of confusion washed over Amira's face.

"I, I can't remember." She trailed off. "I don't know, it felt right to end it like that." 

Before Amira could think any harder about it Newt stepped in. 

"Look I bet Amira's had a hard day." He said as he wrapped his arms around her. "It's getting late, I suppose everyone can take a day off. When was the last time we really got to know each other?" 

"Newt..." Alby's voice finally came up. 

 "Alby, come on," Newt's eyes looked up to locked with Alby's. "How long has it been since you relaxed? Four years?" 

Alby held his ground a couple of seconds before giving in, "Fine, everyone has the day off to relax. Use it wisely because you're not getting another one any time soon."

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Betrayal Chapter 8

Betrayal Chapter 8 

 This time had to be the hardest to wake yourself up. The iron grip of sleep just didn't want to let you go, yet you forced yourself to open up your eyes. The room you were in now was quite different than the last one. The walls were still a glossy white color but there was a bed instead of a metal table and you could see air vents regulating the heat. There was a chair right next to your bed occupied by a dozing Lincoln, the site brought a small smile to your lips, you were hooked up to a couple of IV lines that were slowly pumping a clear liquid into your arm. You tried to talk but your lips were heavy and you only mumbled out some things. However, you were loud enough for Lincoln to hear and he was instantly by your side. 

"Are you okay? It wasn't too terrible, was it?" 

 You tried to answer him but all you could think of were the memories of Newt, how could that boy you knew now ever have been like that. 

"Were, were those real?" You finally managed to stutter out. "Was Newt really like that?" 

"What?" Lincoln drew back. "You just went through a possibly life threatening ordeal and you're asking that?" 

"Yes. I need answers Lincoln." You insisted. 

 "Then you'll get answers, eventually, not sure if you'll like them though." "Eventually? Lincoln, I need answers and I need them now." 

"When you've recovered and Chancellor Paige thinks that you're ready to handle them." Lincoln soothed. 

 "That's fine and all Lincoln, but, I need you to answer me something, please." You begged. 

"Okay, one question, one answer." 

 "Was what I saw real? Was Newt really like that?" 

 "That was two questions but I'll give it to you, yes." 

 "Really?" You still couldn't believe that the Newt you had seen was the Newt you knew. 

"Really. Now get some sleep and I might answer some more questions later." 

Lincoln tucked you in and kissed your forehead before settling back into his chair to nap a bit more. Casting one more glance over to him you closed your eyes and dropped into a dreamless sleep.

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Talis

A/n: I really don't know, I got bored, this was in my drafts, and I thought, you know what would be a great idea? For people to actually read this thing. So um, meet House Talis of Keelkelp, well most of the members, and enjoy! 

 Jojen had wandered away from his father and sister to look around the area where they were going to be staying for awhile, guests of Lord Talis who had invited them over as a celebration of his son, Felix, who was recently engaged to Calliegh Sherman of Goshawk. Several of the great houses close to Lord Talis had been invited, House Reed included. Walking through the serene forest Jojen had to admit that even through it wasn't the Marsh it certainly felt inviting and he felt at home in the comfort of the sparse trees that dotted the meadows plus the thick evergreens that grew along the outskirts, the squacks of birds help calm his nerves quite a bit too. 

 The snap of a twig pulled him out of his day dreaming and he was suddenly wary. A beautiful girl sporting long, raven black hair tied back in a series of tight buns, that he guessed, hoped, was close to his age, cautiously came out from behind a tree, a quiver full of arrows strapped to her back along with the bow she held gave off the impression that she was hunting, not successfully though. She didn't appear to have noticed him so he took advantage and slipped behind a rather large tree to observe her. 

When she finally reached the tree he was at he stepped out from behind it, "Who are you?" Jojen asked the girl. The girl jumped a bit, her hand was wrapped firmly around a dagger in her belt, before seeing Jojen's crest peeking out from under his cloak and relaxing. 

She shot him a sly look before she replied, "Well considering that you're on my family's land and just came out from behind a tree, I think you would have more of an inclination to tell me who you are first." 

 Jojen drew back a bit at the girls challenging tone. Hesitantly he answered, "Jojen Reed, of House Reed traveling from Greywater Watch under invitation from Lord Talis in celebration of Felix Talis's engagement to Calliegh Sherman of Goshawk." 

 Squinting her eyes at him a bit she grinned a bit, "Lysander, Lysander Talis of, well, House Talis." Then a sad look took over, "Soon to be Baline through."

 "What?" Jojen seemed confused at her statement. 

 "Zack Baline," when no recognition of the name showed she continued, "Heir of Lord Baline of Kinsbay." Jojen knitted his eyebrows a bit, "I haven't heard anything about any other engagement of a Talis beside that of Felix Talis." 

"They haven't said anything, but I suppose my parents have given into Lord Baline's requests to have me married to his son, he's been basically showering my parents in gifts." 

 "Really? Without your consent?"

"My consent?" Lysander scoffed, "Don't you know how this part of the North works? I don't have a say in who I marry as long as Lord Baline is friends with my father and my parents are here." 

Jojen's eyes seemed to widen, "Do you have no rights at all? Meera is able to decide for herself." 

"Well then, I guess that's the difference between a Reed and a Talis. I honestly wouldn't mind marrying Zack if he wasn't so pushy all the time. I've known him forever and he's almost always around teaching my brothers how to fight."

"You wouldn't mind?" Jojen was once again confused, "but you're being forced into this, what if there was someone better?" 

 "Well Zack's better than the current Lord Baline, way closer to my age too, and if there was someone better they would have to do a lot of convincing to get my parents to change their mind, my father and his have been friends since they were boys, and if I think about it Lord Baline might have actually offered to court me. Luckily nearly a fifty year difference is where Lady Talis, my mother draws the line, and she's very good at convincing my father to not do certain things if need be." A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. 

 "I bet there is someone out there whose better than this Zack, you probably just haven't gotten to know him well enough." 

 This evoked another laugh from Lysander, "He better come out of his shell about his wish to court me soon or else I'm going to have to move across the North to Kinsbay with Za-" Her words were cut off by a boy's voice yelling her name, 

"Lysander!" 

 An older voice followed, "Lysel! Come on mother said that you need to come back to the castle, we're hosting dinner with Lord Baline, Lord Stark, and Lord Reed!" Pausing for a bit as if thinking the voice added, "Zack's going to be there, the Stark and Reed children too, Calliegh's the Guest of Honor, I can't be late to a dinner that I'm suppose to be hosting." 

Before Lysander could respond a small head picked from behind a tree. 

"Lysel!" She whispered at her. A young girl, no more than five or six, came out and started running towards Lysander before stopping in her tracks staring wide eyed at Jojen. 

"Kaya, what are you doing out here?" Lysander seemed concerned for the girl.

Kaya stared at Jojen a bit more before speaking, "Mother told the Felix and Cory to come out here and get you, so I came too." She walked a bit more cautiously towards Lysander, "Who is he?" 

 "This is Jojen of House Reed, we're hosting a dinner that he's attending with his father and sister, you've heard of him from Cory haven't you?" 

A moment of realization dawn upon the small girl, "The Bogdevils?" 

 Lysander's eyes widened at the name, "Manners, Kaya! Who taught you that? Cory? Felix?" 

The girl was about to open her mouth to answer when a rustling sound made Lysander turn around to see a tall boy with hair matching her own wearing leather and fur followed by a shorter boy who seemed to be a smaller version of him. 

"Lysander." He hissed. "Mother's waiting at the castle, she's going to murder us all if we don't get back in time." Finishing the sentence his attention was finally caught by the girl holding onto Lysander's leg. "Kaya! Mum's probably going to be worried sick when she notices that your not with your chamber maid. We definitely have to get back now. Lysel, take Kaya, Cory, run back and tell mum I found them." 

 "How come I have to go back?" The younger boy complained. 

"Because I'm the older one and if you don't I'll tell mum that you were the one who broke the dishes, not the hounds." Felix shot back.  A wave of fear over took Cory's face and he rushed into the forest back to the castle. After Cory was out of sight Felix turned back to Lysander and finally seemed to take notice of Jojen standing next to her. "Who are you?" He asked rather bluntly.

 "Jojen Reed, of Greywater Watch." 

 "Oh yes, the Reed's, your sister and father are already at the castle." Felix raised his eyebrows in an expression that almost screamed, if they are at the castle why are you here, with my little sisters? 

"Yes I believe they should be, I've been out here for awhile." Jojen light hearted said in a dismissive kind of way. 

 Lysander could feel the tension between Jojen and her brother rising, "Felix, why don't you head back too, it's you and Cory mother wants to be at the dinner." 

 "And leave you alone here?" Felix cocked his head and set his jaw, signaling a bit at Jojen with his eyes. If Jojen caught he gesture he didn't show it as they continued to walk. 

 "I won't be alone Felix, Jojen and Kaya are here with me." Lysander said in the same firm voice she had picked up from their mother. 

 Sighing Felix gave in and trotted out to the forest in front of them. "Don't forget to take the back entrance, if mother saw how you're hair is at the moment and that you're wearing leather and fur not that dress Zack gave you she would most certainly throw a fit about how it isn't 'lady like', okay? I'll make sure Seeley keeps the kitchen doors unlocked." Felix called over his shoulder and then the forest enveloped him. 

 A silence settled between Jojen and Lysander finally broken by Lysander, "Kaya, come here." Lifting the girl onto her hip she continued on. "So, that's my brothers for you Jojen." 

 Another silence was about to set when Jojen spoke, "I would also like to clarify, I am not a child." 

The comment evoked a burst of laughter from Lysander, "You're still thinking about that?" A grin spread wide across her face. 

Jojen smirked and they continued down the trail while Lysander asked about what the Marsh was like. Finally reaching the great entrance into Keelkelp Keep Lysander shifted Kaya a bit and with her free made a grand signaling motion at the bustling town. 

"Welcome to Keelkelp, ruled by House Talis since who knows when." She announced in a voice that sounded mockingly sincere. "I think that I'll have some time after the dinner to show you around but if I don't get back to my chambers, mothers going to skin me alive for being late." Smiling warmly, "So I'll see you later I hope, maybe during the dinner we can sit together." Blowing a little kiss at Jojen, Lysander started to walk towards the kitchens leaving a blushing Jojen standing in the middle of the town square.

A/n: so what do you think? I might write another chapter depending... finally got my laptop back!