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tobiosmilktea · 4 years ago

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I really like the hidden feelings hc you wrote! And was wondering if you could do them for,,,,ushijima, akaashi, Osamu and kageyama🥺👉👈

hidden feelings with ushijima, akaashi, osamu, and kageyama (vol. 2)

original prompt: in which you tell your best friend that you were in love with someone else... but that someone else is actually them

a/n: AHHH im glad you all liked the first part! lowkey they were really fun to write so i hope you guys like this one as well

— u. wakatoshi

i kinda suck at writing ushijima, so bear with me on this one uh

one of the biggest things about toshi when he likes someone is that he respects them fully and looks up to them at times, so it surely intensifies when the person he likes is his best friend

and because of this, he fully respects the idea of you liking someone even though he affects him to the very core

it started off like this:

you have been incredibly close with shiratorizawa’s ace ever since you two met in middle school and even then he was known as an amazing volleyball player, not to mention he was super intimidating even as a first year in middle schooler

never in a million years have you ever thought that you would even become friends let alone become best friends as you felt you two had nothing in common

toshi was super into volleyball and athletic meanwhile you stuck with your academics

really the only thing you and him had in common was that you two had the same homeroom for the majority of your time here at shiratorizawa academy

but here you two were, in the midst of an awkward plateau in your friendship that only you can be blamed for

tendou satori, in his loud and boisterous glory often hung around you and toshi and quickly found out about your feelings for the vb captain

granted, you were quite blunt about your feelings for toshi, but as the naive individual he was who new nothing about love besides his feelings for volleyball, he usually overlooked your attempts at casual and harmless flirting

and since you two were now in your final years of high school together, you couldn’t help but feel dejected at the fact you would inevitably go your own separate ways

“just confess to him dumbass!” tendou would tell you (more like shout, but it’s not like ushijima would even spare a blink at that)

“toshi doesn’t seem like the guy who has romantic feelings for someone, satori.” you sighed doubtfully

“so?” the redhead pressed, “what’s the worse that can happen?”

you scoff, “umm,, rejection homie, duh??”

“you don’t have to necessarily confess to him, (y/n).” he suggests, “you could always ask if he’s into anybody and if he says that he likes you, then BINGO!”

you were still hesitant about it though, but as the year was ending in a couple months you literally had nothing to lose

you walked up to ushijima after practice, walking back towards the dorms

since the academy’s campus was gigantic for no reason, it allowed enough time for you two to talk privately

“toshi,” you started, your heart jumping into your throat each time your arms would briefly brush against each other. “do you like anyone?”

you looked up at him, searching for an answer within his visage but it was deadpanned per usual

“sure,” he muttered, “i like you—”

your breath hitched and your heart was beating so fast you could combust

‘—and i like tendou and semi and everyone else i know. they’re great friends.”

oh how your excitement had never faded so quickly

homie really said SIKE and you couldn’t help but feel like an idiot

“no, toshi, i meant as in do you have feelings for someone...”

“oh... depends.”

vague. but at least it was an answer

“do you like anyone, (y/n)?” he asked and you immediately nodded

“yeah, i do like someone, but honestly, i doubt he likes me back.” you professed and you could’ve swore you saw the muscle in his jaw tense

“and why is that?”

you shrug, taking your eyes off him and back towards the ground. “i think he’s too occupied with volleyball, so i doubt dating is definitely not a priority of his—”

toshi’s fists within his pockets were balling with his knuckles turning completely white from the pressure, “who?”

“u-um, i don’t know if i’m comfortable enough to say...”

it was then toshi would grab your wrist, gently tugging you back into an embrace

your eyes widened into saucers at the sudden gesture, this was definitely not normal for ushijima but then again confessing your feelings for someone shouldn’t be a normal, everyday thing

“i want to know who, (y/n).” he repeated again

“why do you want to know so badly?”

ushijima gulped down the lump forming in his throat as for the first time he felt nervous to talk to you, “because i have a feeling it’s me.”

“hUH?” you exclaimed

like perhaps you were actually taken aback considering you thought he would never come to conclusion that it was him, unless...

“... tendou told me.”

yup there it was

a frustrated sigh left your lips, “of course it was. that loudmouth never keeps his mouth shut i swear—”

“but i like you too.” toshi quickly cut in, completely straight to the point as there was no reason to beating around the bush at this point anyway

“you do?”

he nods, “i’m just glad it’s not semi.”

— a. keiji

homeboy is BLUNT

like really blunt, it would be a surprise if he wasn’t the one to call you out on your bullshit when you told him your liked someone

he would always do so when bokuto says or does something stupid, but of course you were an exception since he had feelings for you as well

in a mere sense of miscommunication (or lack thereof) as akaashi tends to not show much at all

even in the most emotional events where most others can’t help but be happy or sad or excited or angry, it seems he always had that calm visage all over his face

because of that, you couldn’t tell whether or not he even noticed how daft and obvious your feelings were towards him

then again, his usual calm and quiet demeanor did mean that he could read others like an open book with how observant he was

the thing is, he was well aware of your advances and honestly liked seeing your blushing face and how your attention was on him and him only

you regard of having your eyes only on him kinda made him feel prideful that it was him you focused on, but he would never in a million years tell you that from the fear that you would stop

so he would act oblivious towards your feelings for him

however, he didn’t take into account that you could pine for someone for so long before you get bored

well, you weren’t exactly bored of akaashi as you were still head over heels for him, it was more like you had grown tired of your strategy of winning him over

so who else could you go to besides bokuto, your other best friend

“you know, akaashi really likes it when you fawn over him but he doesn’t say anything about it cause he knows you’d get flustered and stop.” the silver haired boy muttered into your ear during lunch, “but you didn’t hear that from me

he then winked at you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him as you make your way to akaashi

you greeted him like normal, talk to him like any other best friend would before you nonchalantly mentioned you liked someone

and you could’ve swore you saw his jaw tighten and his eye twitch

he scoffed at the mere thought of you giving all your love and affection towards another guy that wasn’t him

akaashi is never the type of guy that gets jealous easily as most of the time being jealous is being unreasonable, but here he was being unreasonable

it wasn’t like you were his s/o or anything, but it genuinely irked him

“who is it?” he would ask, trying to sound calm as possible.

homie can barely make eye contact with you because he would instantly melt into a puddle for you

“well...” you hesitate to say anything in case he would figure out it was him, but you honestly had nothing to lose if it came to that point where you confessed right here and now. “he’s on the volleyball team and he’s in our year.”

it was then you slapped your hand over your mouth as you realized that akaashi was the only second year on fukurodani’s vb team

“uhh, i mean—” you tried to lie but was immediately cut off by him

this is where akaashi’s bluntness comes into play

“you know if you said you liked me, this would’ve been easier on the both of us,” he mutters, smoothly wrapping his hand around yours. “cause i like you too, (y/n).”

you struggled to respond as you were too busy internally screaming at that he was literally holding your hand rn “y-you do?”

“of course,” he shrugs as he pulled you to walk with him back to your classroom, “i wouldn’t let you focus on anyone else besides me, anyway.”

— m. osamu

like akaashi, he has a really calm visage and doesn’t show much emotion

but unlike akaashi, he really bother trying to hide the fact that he does know of your feelings for him

if anything he feels smug about it, but literally refuses to say anything about it cause you were to oblivious to see it yourself

he figured you’d find out in the long run as this pining was actually kinda fun for him

so there he would be, acting as normal as possible while you casually flirted with him and acting as if you two were nothing more than just having playful banter as best friends do

lowkey i honestly see the miya twins having some form of commitment issues, so osamu would most likely not progress your relationship any further

he likes to think it’s because he likes lowkey teasing you, but in reality, despite knowing of your feelings well, he fears that a relationship with him (something more than just best friends) he’d think that he will disappoint you in the long run

eventually, like any old game being repeated over and over again, you got tired of it

it had gotten so bad that you even went to atsumu for advice

literally the moment you went up to him and even muttered the words, “i need your help,” was totally uncalled for and even shocked atsumu

nonetheless, he felt honored and stupidly cocky that you were going to him for relationship advice

atsumu super cheeky when it came to this, but since osamu was still his brother he never told you that osamu was aware of your feelings

instead his first idea was to make him jealous

being quite the competitive twins they were, there was always a stigma between them and shared things

not that they had minded sharing normal everyday things as they were used to that growing up, but you were an exception obviously. you weren’t an object and specifically you were osamu’s best friend

when you and the twins grew up together, osamu had made it very clear and evident that you were his and his only and greatly hated whenever atsumu would put his arm over your shoulders and call you his best friend

“honestly, i think you should just tell you like someone else.” atsumu spoke to you, mindlessly munching on chips in his bedroom

you had came over to the miya household and osamu definitely found it sus when you made your way to his brother’s room instead of his where you two would usually hang out

you mentioned some small white lie that you needed to talk about a project with atsumu and that he could go into the kitchen and make some snacks while they were speaking

but at this point, you were in atsumu’s room for way too long for osamu’s liking and he was getting super jealous ngl

“so you want me to lie?” you scoffed over at the blond boy

“not necessarily,” he says. “you saying that ya like someone is completely true as the person you like is him, dummie”

you roll your eyes but he continues, “just don’t specify who it is to the point where he eventually confesses his feelings for you.”

“and how do you know he likes me back?”

“twin intuition, (y/n)”

that’s when you finally left his room and made your way to the kitchen where osamu had a hard look on his face as he aggressively slide a plate of onigiri towards you

“looks delicious, samu” you complimented nonchalantly.

“what were you two doing in there?” he immediately questioned

this caused you to instantly take into account of what atsumu suggested without a second thought, “we were talking about the guy i like”

osamu let out a scoff, forcing himself not to roll his eyes and he asked who it was

“just some random person.” you say as you munched on the onigiri

“well, i don’t want a random person to have someone that belongs to me.” osamu mutters out of the blue, stopping you from chewing

your eyes had widened as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what do you mean? it’s not like we’re dating or anything—”

“but what if i want us to.”

UMM SIR ???

your appetite immediately disappeared as you felt your heart swell and your nerves jump. the rhythm of your heartbeat was pulsating so quickly you swore that your he could hear how fast it was going

“but...” osamu suddenly adds in before you could respond, “since i’m your best friend, i should be supportive of those you like—”

you sighed, a gentle honey-like chuckle left your lips. “idiot,” you breathed out affectionately, “i was talking about you, you’re the guy i like.”

it was then he made his way towards you and immediately pulled you into an embrace

“is that what you really talked about with atsumu for thirty minutes?”

you nod as your voice muffled into his broad chest

“cant believe you brought him into this,” he chuckles as you peck a soft kiss on the corner of his lip

— k. tobio

honestly this boy is the most oblivious out of everyone else

he genuinely thinks you’re in love when someone else when you literally make it pretty obvious

granted, kags just thinks it’s just you being yourself as he believes that you only act like that cause you’re his best friend

he thinks your cute flirts and subtle jokes that make him blush redder than a tomato was just your casual friendly banter when in reality you were actually trying to make some money moves lmao

and you noticed this

the thing is, you always liked teasing kags while shagging his hair as he tries to hide the blush on his face, so you figured you could did best

it was the day of the interhigh tournaments and he invited you to watch their first game against dateko

he always liked your presence at games as hearing your loud and thunderous shouts and chants always motivated him and fueled his fire

however, thirty minutes before the match had started, you and tobio were talking near the water fountains, wishing him good luck with some playful jokes thrown around here and there before you completely dropped the bomb on him

it went kinda like this:

the laughter from the last joke you cracked finally died down as tobio casually took a sip from the water fountain, filling a brief moment of comfortable silence between you two

that’s when you said it, “so there’s this guy i really like.”

and that completely caused the setter to choke on his water as he immediately straightened up and looked at you with saucers for eyes

“y-you do?” he stammered over his words as he whipped the drips of water from his face

nodding, you quickly threw him a smile. it was a smile he always liked seeing on your face, the one he couldn’t help but completely melt into an enigma which was you

tobio couldn’t help but feel his muscles tense and his heart suddenly stop beating

the idea that he was no longer the only guy in your life was terrifying

sure you were friends with the rest of the karasuno team and yet he afraid of that fact as he knew that he was the only one who could be this close to you

but the idea that another guy, someone possibly better than him being closer to you and than tobio could ever literally scared him

not because he had undeniable feelings for you since middle school, but the fact that his best friend might put more of their attention to their boyfriend rather than him

“anyway,” you cut in after you noticed that kags wasn’t responding. “i was planning to confess to him soon...” tobio swore he felt his heart plummet, “i just hope he likes me back.”

i hope he doesn’t, tobio thought completely unaware that you were talking about him

it was then hinata turned the corner and spotted you and tobio, “kageyama! hurry, we need to get on court!”

tobio attempted to shake the feeling of the tightening in his chest as he quickly said goodbye to you and ran towards the courts with hinata

you sigh to yourself before making your way back to the bleachers

once the game had started, you suddenly noticed a change in tobio’s demeanor

from the mere look on his face and to the way his muscles tensed every time he had set was different—almost determined to prove a point

and that was exactly what he was doing

the second the game started a whole knew visage melted upon his face, something mixed with the passion of the game and the determination of win was the chrysalis of the point was trying to make

that he was the only one worthy for you and he would prove it by perhaps playing the hardest and the strongest in the game to win for not only karasuno and his team, but for you as well

the entire game, from each of his receives, blocks, and sets that they were for you

you would always be so happy for him whenever he would win as you would through your arms around him and hug him until there’s no tomorrow

he wished to feel it once more the moment karasuno gained that final point to win

you swore your voice was going to get completely destroyed from the amounts of boisterous shouts leaving your mouth as karasuno had won against dateko

a smile appeared on your face as you watched your favorite boy throw his fist in the air and get absolutely trampled by the rest of his teammates

after the opposing teams shook hands, that’s when you raced down the stairs of the bleachers and dashed towards tobio as fast as you could

he had barely turned over his shoulder to see you coming at him at full speed

you immediately jumped on him and engulfed him into a hug, your legs wrapped around the setter as you exclaimed, “i’m so proud your tobio! i swear sometimes i wonder why i haven’t confessed to you sooner.”

that’s when he would accidentally drop you from the shock as would literally shout, “HUH??”

fortunately, you caught yourself before falling on your ass as you giggled lightly, “i was talking about you earlier, idiot.”

tobio literally felt a huge wave of relief, pulling you into a hug again. “oh thank god.”

the setter imagined that he was on the top of the world then, from winning karasuno’s first official game as a team to him finally winning over your heart

he had never felt better.

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 4 years ago

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A Leap of Faith (Fellowship x Reader)

This is the result of binging macha tea, Lilo and Stitch and Brooklyn 99 simultaneously. Another crackpost. Enjoy.

Pairings: Legolas x Reader—if you squint, and consider pulling on his pigtails as “romantic”, which I, personally, do. Some nice paternal! Aragorn x Reader energy going on in there too, for your comfort.

“Cartography” is the study of maps, btw.

Peering eyes and stolen glances, both riddled with skepticism and doubt—that was all to be found among Aragorn and Gandalf.

They each sat on a log, and warily observed the Fellowship as a whole. Both were situated within the dimmed forest by the glowing and flickering campfire.

Each of the eight fanatic Fellowship members before their eyes all naively gallivanted about in their usual bickering antics—nothing short of tomfoolery.

Merry and Pippin snickered loudly, as they each used their smoking pipe's spouts to press in a snoring Gimli's nostrils. He abruptly woke with a snort, and a Dwarvish shout of anger.

As Merry and Pippin each ran away with boyish giggles—a stumbling and yelling Gimli hot on their tails—Sam and Frodo were sat against the thick trunk of a tree.

The raven-haired Hobbit wistfully sighed, and spoke of the Shire, whilst Sam adamantly comforted the sentimental Ring-bearer.

Y/n and Legolas stood by the crackling fire, bickering, as usual.

The girl held out a dirty worm towards the recoiling prince, who shouted at her to stay back. Thoughts of germs and his hygiene were on the forefront of his alarmed mind.

As Y/n grinned and continued handing the wriggling, pink worm out towards a disgusted Legolas, Boromir bemusedly watched on.

"It's just a mere worm!" Y/n chuckled, eyes alight, and brows raised.

"Stop touching me! Stay back!" Legolas squealed.

He promptly brought his closed fists in close to his chest, as he trained his wild eyes on the wriggling worm.

"I'm not touching you!" Y/n childishly countered, moving the worm closer and closer towards the prince's chest.

Fanatically gesturing both hands out at Y/n, Legolas pleadingly turned to a staring Boromir, and shouted in alarm.

"She's touching me! She's TOUCHING me!"

"I'm not touching you!" Y/n laughed, waggling the worm back and forth.

"AH! TOUCHING ME!" Legolas yelped in alarm, pointing one finger, held above the worm, down in gesture.

"NOT touching!" Y/n corrected in a taunting tone.

"TOUCHING ME!" Legolas adamantly replied.

"It's free air!" Y/n countered, throwing the wriggling worm at a gasping Legolas' chest.

The prince frantically swiped at his tunic with both hands, before he snapped his enraged eyes back to Y/n. He then took to chasing after her with a large stick—promptly leaving behind a guffawing Boromir.

Aragorn and Gandalf both winced their eyes, and curled their lips in disdain.

These were the comrades they were tasked with to the save the world? They might've quit and let Sauron win right then and there, just to save the headaches alone.

"It is as apparent as the hidden conditioner within Legolas' satchel," Gandalf began to muse, capturing Aragorn's idle attention, "that not all among us, though I'd much prefer to believe otherwise, can be trusted on this journey."

With a prolonged sigh past his nose, Aragorn lowered the spout of his wooden smoking pipe from his mouth, and responded. As he did so, he continuously dragged his wearied eyes along each and every member of the Fellowship—each one now a suspect.

"You are worried one of them will try to take the Ring," Aragorn lulled, his voice more knowing than curious.

"Worried? Indeed," Gandalf drew out, paying particular attention to Boromir. "I cannot dismiss the warning in my heart, or that of Elrond's."

As Aragorn slowly ran his calculating eyes along the Fellowship, paying particular attention to his apprentice, Y/n (of whom still cackled loudly with a fleeing Merry and Pippin—both an angry Elf and Dwarf hot on their tails, as they ran rings around the fire) he took a moment to respond.

"What would you have me do?"

Inhaling in a wearied manner, Gandalf lowly spoke. He threw a heedful glance down at the ranger sat beside him, who in turn met his urging stare.

"We are to conduct an investigation," Gandalf began to declare. “In my stead, you shall thoroughly examine each and every member."

"Every member?" Aragorn repeated, raising his brows, before his conflicted gaze ran on over towards Y/n.

Catching the ranger's torn visage and trusting eyes, as he studied his younger cartography apprentice, Gandalf flickered his own attention on over towards Y/n.

She was now barricading herself behind a log with Merry and Pippin, laughing, as she and the two Hobbits threw worm after worm at a shouting Legolas and Gimli.

"Well..." Gandalf lulled in amusement, "perhaps not all are to be investigated."

"Perhaps not all, indeed," Aragorn gently smiled, huffing in amusement, as he studied the girl's questionable antics.

Slowly studying Pippin next, who bore similar qualities to the chuckling girl sat beside him, Aragorn quirked a brow up in Gandalf's direction, and spoke in a slightly bemused tone.

"If we are following that logic, then Pippin, too, should be exempt from the investigation."

"No, absolutely not. I want him thoroughly investigated. In fact, examine him first."

A few grueling weeks had passed the Fellowship by, and a few more taxing days afterwards had since also passed. This was all following the harrowing ordeal within the Mines of Moria, of course.

Gandalf was now gone, which left a wearied Aragorn alone to conduct the investigation.

As the Fellowship trekked in a silent line through the thick, mossy forest, Aragorn spotted a small clearing up ahead.

The meadow in question allowed sunlight to finally stream down in open rays—a much needed privilege for the wearied Fellowship.

It was also the perfect location to thoroughly examine each and every member of the Fellowship.

After Aragorn had pushed the Fellowship a little further, so that they all emerged into the grassy, wild flower-strewn clearing, he had called for them all to stop and take a rest.

In response, Boromir and Gimli seized the chance to light a small fire, and prepare a stew.

As the Hobbits all collapsed onto the ground in a sighing heap—relieved to grant their shorter legs a break—Y/n, too, made a move to join them on the floor.

"Not you, Y/n," Aragorn gently instructed, inspecting his sword within the glinting sunlight.

Sharing a glance with the Hobbits, Y/n knitted her brows. She nonetheless obediently rose once more, and walker across the grass to meet with the ranger—her teacher.

"You're in trouble..." Legolas teasingly sung out.

"I know where you sleep at night," Y/n, in turn, sung back, mimicking his melodic tune.

As she strutted by the Elf, whose face contorted in fear, she steadily made her way on over towards Aragorn.

"What is it?" Y/n questioned him. She now stood a few yards away from the rest of the curious Fellowship.

Sheathing his sword, Aragorn placed a hand in the small of Y/n's back. She was the only person there he trusted above all else, as he and her had stood the test of time together—the ranger having been training the young cartographer since she were merely ten.

With their backs now turned to the indiscreetly glancing Fellowship behind, Aragorn quietly spoke to Y/n.

"It has come to my attention that someone within our company is not to be trusted with the Ring," he warily began, paying a skeptical glance backwards at the seven curious members. “They could be leaking information to Sauron. The entire Fellowship is under investigation."

Knitting her brows, Y/n lightly recoiled her head, responding. "That's ludicrous! No one here is a traitor!"

"Do not take this the wrong way," Aragorn began in a wince, half over what he had to say, and half over the girl's louder than necessary voice, "but you are a cartographer...what makes you so sure of their intent?"

"Ah!" Y/n started, holding up one finger. “But it is BECAUSE I am a cartographer that I am so sure!"

Knitting his brows dubiously, Aragorn took a moment to respond. He was quite used to her antics.

"I don't like where this is going—"

"You see," Y/n interjected brightly, "because I am good at reading maps—”

"Please don't finish that sentence-"

"I know how to find my way into someone's heart!" she finished, drawing a love-heart with her fingers.

Aragorn winced his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath.

Studying his mannerisms, Y/n pressed on—panning and open hand out behind her at every Fellowship member.

"Look, what I'm trying to say," she began defending herself and her friends, "is that I know these gentlemen—I know everything about them."

Seizing the moment to teach his apprentice a valuable lesson in the ways of being a survivalist ranger, Aragorn threw on his lecturing face—one she knew all too well.

"Well, you're a poor ranger if you don't think that people can surprise you," Aragorn tutored.

"Not these people!" Y/n affirmed.

Finding that Aragorn merely, and rather doubtfully, quirked a brow, Y/n tutted her tongue. She turned to the side, so that she once again faced the Fellowship.

They, in turn, quickly averted their eyes—some striking up lazy conversations, and others idly whistling.

"Here, watch this," Y/n started again, scanning her eyes along the Fellowship, causing Aragorn to do the same. “I know what EVERYONE is going to do tonight."

As the Fellowship warily glanced between each other—concerned over their nightly antics being exposed aloud—Y/n began gesturing towards each and every member, demonstrating that she indeed did know her friends quite well.

"Frodo is going to go to sleep early, so that he can wake up first," Y/n began rattling off, raising her brows at a gulping Frodo. “Simply because he enjoys having five minutes alone."

As Frodo lolled his head from side to side, considering her words—ultimately deciding that she was correct with a hum—Y/n pointed at Sam, promptly continuing on.

"Sam is going to count each strand of rosemary within his herb container, as a way to fall asleep," she pressed on, earning a slow nod of concord from Sam. “Reminds him of home.”

Dragging her hand across to Merry and Pippin, Y/n spoke again.

"Merry and Pippin are going to whisper weird things into Gimli's ears, because they're trying to subliminally teach him to give them both piggyback rides—”

"I'm sorry, what?" Gimli interjected. He snapped his glare across at a sheepish Merry and Pippin, who each rubbed a hand at the back of their necks.

"AND Gimli will say he's going to take the nightwatch, but promptly fall asleep," Y/n pressed on, dragging her pointed finger away from Gimli to land on a very wary Legolas.

"Legolas is going to sneak off, and crack open his conditioner he thinks we all don't know about," Y/n exposed, causing the prince's gaze to widen. “And then he's going to douse all his locks in it to collect moisture overnight."

Humming in begrudging agreement, Legolas flickered his gaze up towards the sky in loving thought of his fragrant conditioner—nodding his head once in admittance.

"That is correct," Legolas shamelessly confessed.

As Boromir stoked the fire, he began lifting a silver pot of stew from the ground, so that he could place it over the fire on the suspended wooden spit.

"AND," Y/n brightly began in conclusion, pointing at a preoccupied Boromir, "if I run, and leap at Boromir, he will most certainly catch me in his arms."

Before anyone within the temporary camp could comprehend the girl's words, she had immediately begun sprinting on over towards Boromir, who still held the pot of soup in his hands.

"COMING IN!" Y/n hastily announced, darting towards an alarmed Boromir with fast movements.

"NO, I'M HOLDING THE STEW—”

With a crash and a clatter of the stew falling to the grass, Y/n had promptly leapt from the ground, and landed in Boromir’s arms, bridal-style.

Grinning, as Boromir stumbled backwards, Y/n sent her beam on over towards Aragorn.

"See?” Y/n began in glee. “I told you! I know each and EVERY member inside and out!"

As Aragorn bit down on his lower lip, Y/n patted Boromir on the chest thrice.

"Nothing to worry about at all! This Fellowship is legitimate!"

Promptly scurrying out from Boromir's arms, like a skittish cat, Y/n met the ground below again with a soft thud. She dusted off her hands, ignoring the sighs from her mentor.

Possessing all the confidence in the world, Y/n placed her hands on her hips and spoke one more time.

"We're going to be just fine!"

If only her words remained true.

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shortace · 4 years ago

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Alien Pooping Boy

CHAPTER ONE

There was a flash of light in the sandpit, a glowing purple dot which rapidly doubled, trebled, quadrupled in size. It was so bright that the two kids making sandcastles - and knocking them down again with gusto - had to shield their eyes. It was in this moment, while neither of them were looking, that a boy emerged from the sphere of light and tumbled into the sand. With a loud pop, the light vanished, leaving the boy shaking sand from his ears and nostrils.

‘Where’d you come from?’ asked Benny, sandcastles forgotten. He’d knocked his glasses crooked, and his red hair stuck up in all directions.

‘Mars,’ said the newcomer. ‘Where am I now?’ He had a slight greenish tinge to his skin and hair, and when he stood up, he was about up to Benny’s shoulder.

‘Mars?’ blonde-haired Alice repeated doubtfully. ‘There aren’t people on Mars.’

‘Of course not; there are Martians on Mars!’ the boy said. Alice supposed that made sense.

‘Well,’ she continued, ‘You’re on Earth. That’s the planet next to Mars.’

‘What’s your name?’ Benny asked. ‘Is it something weird and Martian, like Fleebleblop?’

‘It is Fleebleblop!’ the boy said. ‘How did you know?’ He finished getting sand out of his clothes, hair, and mouth, and started shaking one hand vigorously.

‘We should tell the teachers that a boy from Mars appeared in the sandpit,’ said Alice.

‘What’s a teacher?’

‘They’re the adults who teach us and look after us at school.’

‘What’s school?’

‘It’s the place we go so that adults can teach us and look after us.’

Fleebleblop nodded and looked around. ‘School is sandy,’ he noted. He hopped out of the sandpit, onto the grass. ‘But now I’m not there, so I don’t need to worry about your beaches!’

‘Teachers,’ Alice corrected him.

‘Anyway, school isn’t just the sandpit,’ Benny said. He pointed out the buildings, the monkey bars, and the carpark. ‘It’s all this.’

Fleebleblop pointed a finger into the distance, and Benny was about to tell him that what he was pointing at wasn’t part of the school. It was a vegan pie shop. He wondered if they had vegan pies on Mars. But before he could speak, the alien boy’s fingertip opened up and something brown oozed out and fell to the ground. ‘Sorry,’ Fleebleblop said. ‘Teleporting makes me nervous, and then I just have to poop!’

Alice and Benny stared at him wordlessly.

‘That’s poop?’ Alice asked after a few seconds. ‘From your finger?’

Fleebleblop blinked. ‘Where else would it come from?’

And Alice found herself, for once, lost for words.

CHAPTER TWO

The bell rang, calling the students back into class. Benny began to run immediately, by habit, but Alice grabbed him by the hair, nearly pulling him over backwards onto his bottom. ‘We can’t just leave… Fleebleblop…’ she said. ‘What’s a Martian kid going to do alone on earth?’

‘Poop through his finger?’ Benny suggested.

‘I already did that,’ Fleebleblop pointed out.

‘I poop lots of times a day,’ Benny said proudly. ‘Don’t you?’

Fleebleblop admitted that he did, especially when he’d eaten too many bumbleberries.

‘We don’t have time for this, we have to get back to class!’ Alice insisted. ‘We need to make a quick decision!’

‘I’ll come with you,’ Fleebleblop decided. By this time the playground was nearly empty, and their teacher would miss them shortly if they didn’t turn up in class. Alice didn’t see another option. They couldn’t let an alien kid wander around on his own; anything might happen.

‘Okay,’ she said, ‘but don’t say anything. Just try to look normal.’

‘And no finger-pooping in class,’ Benny added.

‘What about nose pooping?’

Alice and Benny stared at him, horrified.

‘Just kidding! Only people with Martian weevilplops do that, and I’m perfectly healthy!’

The two earth kids both sagged with relief. They grabbed the Martian by his shirt and started dragging him towards their classroom. He ran awkwardly, as if he wasn’t used to moving that way.

‘Hurry up!’ Alice yelled.

‘Can’t I cartwheel instead?’

‘Will it be faster?’

‘Yes.’

Alice and Benny let go of him, and true to his word, he cartwheeled and tumbled at high speed across the schoolyard.

‘This isn’t exactly looking normal,’ Benny muttered. But nobody was around to see, and Fleebleblop was walking upright again by the time they reached the door to their classroom.

To Alice’s immense relief, their teacher Mrs Baker had her back turned and was writing on the whiteboard as they came in. She didn’t notice that an extra child had turned up in her class. She was slightly blind and a little bit forgetful, but she could still count. They sat towards the back of the room and made hushing motions at the alien.

‘So what do we do in a classroom?’ Fleebleblop asked, not bothering to keep his voice down. Perhaps the gesture for “shush” was something different on Mars.

Mrs Baker turned around and squinted at the rows of children. ‘We do as we are told,’ she said firmly. Several children sniggered.

Alice whispered to the alien boy, glaring at a couple of other kids who turned around to stare. ‘Just keep quiet and still,’ she said.

Fleebleblop frowned. ‘I am not good at quiet and still,’ he said, although he did speak a little more quietly than before. Not much, though.

‘Mrs Baker,’ another kid piped up, ‘there’s some weirdo in the back row. He doesn’t even go here.’

Alice and Benny froze, as all heads turned directly to Fleebleblop.

CHAPTER THREE

It took a few seconds of squinting, but finally Mrs Baker saw the strange boy sitting between Benny and Alice. ‘Who might you be?’ she asked.

‘He’s my cousin,’ Alice blurted quickly. ‘His name’s Fred,’ she added, at the exact same moment that Benny said ‘His name’s Bob.’

Mrs Baker raised an eyebrow. ‘Does Fred-Bob have permission to be in my class?’

‘Fleebleblop,’ Fleebleblob corrected her. ‘Although Fred-Bob is a good first try, well done!’

Most of the class giggled. Mrs Baker did not. Her frown intensified.

‘I’m from Mars,’ the boy continued. ‘What’s a cousin? Is something wrong with your eyebrows? One’s up and one’s down.’ He waggled his own eyebrows to demonstrate that his could be either both up or both down. By this time the giggling among the students had progressed to full laughter.

Alice tugged desperately at Fleebleblop’s arm. ‘Just be quiet,’ she pleaded. Benny was too horrified to speak at all. ‘You’ll get us in trouble!’

Fleebleblop turned to her, returning his eyebrows to normal. ‘Where’s that?’

‘What?’

‘Trouble. I promise I won’t take you there; my teleporter is still recharging.’

‘It’s the principal’s office,’ Alice said miserably.

‘Uh-oh,’ said Fleebleblop. He still didn’t know what she meant, but her tone and face made it clear it was nothing good. ‘Now I’m nervous.’ He glanced at his finger.

‘Oh no, Fleebleblop, not here!’ Benny yelled, seeing the alien boy’s finger stiffen to a point. ‘Not in class!’

But he was too late. The nervous alien was already pooping from his finger. At least he was pointing it downwards this time, but still, with the attention of the entire class and Mrs Baker on him, he couldn’t possibly hide it.

Mrs Baker’s face turned red, then purple. She seemed lost for words for a moment, before finally managing to yell, ‘Principal’s office! Now!’ She didn’t specify who, but Benny stood alongside Alice and they both grabbed Fleebleblop and ran.

CHAPTER FOUR

In the corridor, out of earshot of Mrs Baker, they slowed down and stopped.

‘I don’t think we should go to the principal’s office,’ Benny said. ‘How could we possibly explain?’

Alice tried to imagine Principal Cook’s face if she told him that an alien from Mars had pooped through his finger onto Mrs Baker’s classroom floor. ‘You’re right,’ she agreed. ‘But where else can we go?’

‘Where do you live?’ Fleebleblop asked. ‘In caves? Up trees? I want to see Earth homes.’

‘We could take him to my place,’ Alice said doubtfully. ‘Mum’s at work. You’d have to promise to poop in the toilet, though.’

‘What’s a toilet?’

‘It’s a special place for pooping.’

Fleebleblop was awed. ‘A special place, just for pooping? Like, a whole building?’

‘A sort of chair in a special room,’ Benny explained. ‘With water in it.’

‘A flooded room with a chair for pooping! That sounds amazing.’

‘The chair has water, not the room,’ Alice told him. The notion seemed just as exciting to Fleebleblop.

He nodded excitedly. ‘Take me to the pooping chair at your home.’

Now that the terrifying visage of Mrs Baker was several minutes in the past, Benny couldn’t hold in a laugh. It would be several months before he stopped calling toilets ‘pooping chairs’, and his parents never figured out why.

Alice’s house was quite close to the school; she usually walked there alone each morning, and she had a key in case she needed to get home alone too. So it was simple enough to bring Benny and Fleebleblop along, hurrying them inside before the boy from Mars accidentally pooped through his finger again. His eyes widened at the sight of a television, microwave, books, and a stuffed elephant. But he couldn’t be distracted from the notion of a water-filled pooping chair, so Alice showed him straight to the toilet.

‘Why a chair?’ he asked.

Alice looked at Benny desperately.

‘People from Earth poop through our butts,’ he explained, pointing at his own just to be extra clear.

‘Ew!’ Fleebleblop exclaimed.

‘Why, do you eat through yours or something?” Benny asked.

‘No! We just sit on it!’

The next few minutes were spent in enthusiastic verbal descriptions and comparisons of bottoms. Alice left the room in disgust, and the conversation which ensued is best left between the two boys.

CHAPTER FIVE

When the boys had exhausted the topic of bottoms and poop, at least for the moment (it’s a big topic and is always worth revisiting), they joined Alice in the kitchen. She was staring at the clock, trying to remember the difference between the big hand and the little hand.

‘I think,’ she said, ‘we’re going to be in trouble soon.’

‘Where is this Trouble place?’ Fleebleblop asked again, confused.

Alice ignored him and continued. ‘Pretty soon, someone at school is going to notice we’re not there, and that we never went to Principal Cook’s office. And then they’ll call our mums.’

Benny paled. When his mum got going, even the neighbours cleaned their bedrooms. ‘What are we going to do?’

‘We need to decide what to do with Fleebleblop.’

‘Play a game with me?’ the alien suggested.

‘You can’t just hang around Earth pooping through your finger forever,’ Alice said.

‘You can’t make me not-poop!’

‘The poop isn’t the point.’ It was a little bit the point, but Alice felt it better to gloss over that. ‘If anyone finds out about you, they’ll put you in an orphanage or a zoo or something.’

Benny thought being put in a zoo sounded pretty neat, but he thought better of saying so out loud. He spent a moment imagining living in the penguin enclosure, before returning to the matter at hand. ‘Can’t you just go home?’ he asked Fleebleblop.

Fleelbeblop pulled a face. ‘I suppose. When my teleporter recharges. It’s boring there, though.’

‘Boring is better than dangerous,’ Alice said firmly. ‘You don’t want to end up in the chimpanzee enclosure.’

‘No,’ Benny agreed. ‘Penguins would be loads better.’

Alice wisely ignored this. ‘So we need to keep you safe and hidden until your teleporter recharges. How long does it take?’

‘One or two Martian days. What’s a penguin?’

Two days?’ Benny repeated. ‘That’s ages. How do we keep an alien who poops through his finger hidden for two days?’

‘Penguins are a type of animal,’ Alice explained. ‘They’re birds.’ She stood a little taller, proud to recite an Interesting Fact: ‘They’re the only birds that can swim and can’t fly.’

‘And their poop really stinks!’ Benny added. His family had been to see the Penguin Parade last year. The smell was his clearest memory.

‘But they’re really cute and curious and friendly,’ Alice defended the absent birds.

They didn’t sound so bad to Fleebleblop. ‘Is the zoo really that bad?’

CHAPTER SIX

By this time the three of them were getting hungry, and Alice realised that keeping Fleebleblop hidden was only half of the problem. They would have to feed him, too, and both her mum and Benny’s were likely to notice if too much food disappeared from their kitchens.

‘What do Martians eat?’ she asked, peering at the contents of the fridge.

‘Gumbleflaps are my favourite, but pobblejums would be nice too!’

They ended up with Vegemite sandwiches. Fleebleblop said Vegemite tasted like ambiliplums, which were a highly poisonous root vegetable. ‘I’m glad this won’t kill me!’ he said through a mouthful. ‘It won’t, right?’

‘Of course not,’ Benny said, spraying his friends with crumbs.

‘Now, we need ideas,’ Alice said firmly when they’d all finished eating. ‘Benny, clean up here while we talk. I need to concentrate.’

‘I’m going to use the water-filled pooping-chair first,’ Fleebleblop announced excitedly. ‘Do you want to watch?’

Benny nearly said yes, before catching Alice’s eye. ‘Um. I guess not.’

‘Benny, does your cousin still have that cubby house?’ Benny’s uncle Sam had built an incredible cubby for her daughter in their backyard a year or two ago, and most of the neighbourhood kids had spent a night or two camping in it.

‘Yeah, she practically lives in it.’

‘Can you keep her out of it for two days?’

Benny snorted. ‘Not without chaining her to something.’

‘I think it’s our best option. We need to come up with a way to keep her out of it.’

‘We could just tell her about Fleebleblop,’ Benny suggested. ‘Jade’s no snitch.’

Alice nodded, thinking about it. ‘Maybe. But we’ve got a more immediate problem…’

By the time the end-of-day bell rang at school, Benny had found a spare school uniform for Fleebleblop - it was a bit big on him, but it would do - and the three of them were lurking outside Mrs Baker’s classroom, ready to mingle with their classmates in the chaos of leaving. Fleebleblop, for now, was playing the role of a new student whose parents were working, so Benny had kindly volunteered to take him home for the afternoon. Alice was a bit worried that Benny’s parents might be suspicious of him being generous and helpful without prompting, but perhaps, if pressed, he could ‘admit’ that Mrs Baker had asked him specifically. That seemed even less likely, but it was the best they could come up with.

The bell rang right on time, and dozens of identically-uniformed kids poured from classrooms. Alice, Benny, and Fleebleblop had no trouble adding themselves to the stream of mini humanity and heading to the gates to be collected by their families.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Benny’s dad collected him that day. He’d left work early, as he often did on Fridays. Adrian was an accountant, and often told people that it was more interesting than it sounded. It wasn’t.

‘Dad, this is Fred, he’s new in town and his parents are working, is it okay if he comes to our place for a couple of hours?’

Fleelbeblop beamed widely, but remembering his strict instructions from Alice, he said nothing. Adrian couldn’t help smiling in return. Fleebleblop had that kind of smile.

‘Sure. We’re having pizza. You like pizza, Fred?’

Fleebleblop stuck to his vow of silence, and nodded furiously, still beaming, despite having no idea what he was meant to like a piece of, exactly.

‘Not a big talker, huh?’

Fleebleblop looked desperately at Benny, who only shrugged. He looked back at Adrian and mimicked Benny’s shrug. Adrian grinned, shrugged, and turned to walk the boys home.

‘He’ll talk about poop and toilets all day,’ Benny muttered behind his father’s back, ‘but ask if he likes pizza…’ he rolled his eyes. He turned to wave at Alice, who had been picked up by her grandmother. She mouthed good luck over her shoulder as they each went their separate ways.

‘So where did you live before this?’ Adrian asked with the usual adult clueless politeness towards children.

Fleebleblop almost forgot his promise to Alice, and began, ‘Ma…’

‘Marysville!’ Benny interrupted. He’d been there once to visit some old friend of his mum’s. The adults raved about the scenery, but Benny thought it was boring.

‘Oh, that’s a pretty spot,’ Adrian said, predictably. Fleebleblop just nodded and beamed some more.

Back at Benny’s house, Fleebleblop met his mother and his dog. Pets were unknown on Mars, and he almost burst with excitement without being able to speak. The dog licked his face, and he licked it back. Adrian looked at him a little strangely, but let it pass.

But he couldn’t hold his tongue in the face of pizza. ‘This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,’ he told the family. ‘Plus you can ask for another piece of pizza, and the phrases sound the same! Food is so much fun on Earth!’

‘On Earth?’ Benny’s mum, Benita, said, confused.

‘He likes to pretend he’s from Mars,’ Benny explained quickly.

Benita and Adrian smiled. Kids, eh?

After dinner, phase two of Alice’s plan was activated. Benny told his parents he would walk Fleebleblop - Fred - ‘home’. In reality, he took the alien boy to his uncle Sam’s house. Living in a small town was boring, but at least everybody was close by.

‘Hide in the bushes there,’ Benny told Fleebleblop, before knocking on his uncle’s door. ‘Don’t speak or move or poop until I call.’

‘But I think I need to…’

‘No!’

Benny knocked, and was relieved when it was his cousin Jade who opened the door. ‘Hey Benny-boy,’ she said. ‘What’s up?’

He took a deep breath. ‘This is weird and you’ll think I’m nuts, but I need a favour.’

‘For my favourite cousin? Why not.’

‘I’m your only cousin.’

‘So you have to be my favourite.’

‘Okay, so anyway -’ Benny turned to the bushes where Fleebleblop was hiding and motioned for him to come out - ‘this is Fleebleblop.’

‘He’s what?’

‘Part of the favour is not asking too many questions,’ Benny told her. He felt like it was something Alice might say.

She sighed, but nodded, and let Benny explain the situation. She began with the politely interested face adults use when kids tell them stories, but it wasn’t long before she was looking completely bamboozled. ‘A kid from Mars who poops through his finger. Seriously, Benny?’

Fleebleblop felt that it was the right moment for a demonstration. He’d been needing to anyway, after the pizza. He held up a finger.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jade was less than keen on giving up her cubby house, but being a full year older and wiser than Benny, she eventually saw the necessity for it. She shared Benny’s belief that living with the penguins wouldn’t be so bad, really, but had to admit that freedom was probably better. The grown ups must never find out about Fleebleblop, and it was her duty as an under-18 to let him sleep in her cubby.

Benny’s uncle Sam was a builder by trade, and the cubby was as snug and safe as any real house. On an inflatable mattress, in a sleeping bag, Fleebleblop was more comfortable than he’d ever been. But he still had trouble sleeping. It had been a day full of new experiences and new people. They’d mostly been good, and he’d had fun, but the unfamiliar can be unsettling no matter how much fun one has. His natural good humour had been prevalent all day, with friendly people around, but some anxiety made itself known while he lay alone in the dark. He was a long way from Mars.

It felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, when he heard something outside. There was a long wailing sound, and something scratching at the wooden door. Fleebleblop sat up, hearts racing. He had three, and they were all telling him to be scared. But he reminded himself that Benny or Jade would have told him if there was anything dangerous around here. He took a few deep breaths, and went to the door. There was a small gap between the door and frame, and he put his eye to it and looked out.

What he saw was surprisingly small, for the noise it had made. It was black, furry, and had a long tail that waved gently behind it. It seemed to detect Fleebleblop’s presence at the door, and looked up. It made the wailing noise again.

Fleebleblop gathered his considerable courage, and opened the door. The creature slipped inside immediately, through a gap the alien boy would not have thought wide enough for it.

‘Hello,’ he said, feeling a little silly. The animal glanced at him, then stretched and made itself comfortable on his mattress. It started making a different noise, a deep vibrating sound. And then, apparently, it fell fast asleep.

‘Did you just want a comfortable bed?’ Fleebleblop asked the sleeping creature. ‘Me too. I suppose we can share.’ He still had some apprehension about lying next to an unknown animal - was it a penguin, or a chimpanzee, he wondered - but it was small and sleeping, and he thought it could hardly be much of a threat. He carefully lay down beside it. It’s warmth and purr lulled him to sleep in minutes.

CHAPTER NINE

He woke in the morning to the sound of people talking outside the cubby. The small animal was gone, although a warm spot remained. Fleebleblop opened the door to see Alice, Benny, and Jade sitting on the ground. Benny had promised that somebody would be there in the morning, but seeing all three of them was heartwarming for a boy so far from home and everything familiar.

‘Good morning!’ he said, and all three turned to face him, smiling. Well, Jade looked a bit annoyed, but she was trying.

‘Did you sleep okay in there?’ Alice asked. She had spent a few nights in there herself, and knew it was very cozy and comfortable, but she couldn’t help worrying.

‘There was a little black animal who insisted on sleeping with me. But it ignored me,’ Fleebleblop told her.

Jade giggled. ‘That’s Muppet. She’s a cat.’

‘Cat.’ Fleebleblop tried out the word. ‘What does it do? Is it tasty?’ Martians don’t have pets.

‘Probably,’ Benny said, ‘but we don’t eat cats. They’re too cute.’

Alice had a niggling feeling that there was more to it than that, but she let it pass. ‘It’s Saturday, that’s a day off school,’ she told Fleebleblop, ‘so we can just about do anything. Do you want to go to the playground?’

‘The ground plays?’ Fleelbeblop asked. ‘What games does it play?’

‘No,’ Jade explained, ‘a playground is a place you go to play.’

There were four playgrounds in town, but only one had swings, and Alice insisted on swings. They were her favourite, and she thought Fleebleblop would like them too. They were halfway there when Fleebleblop touched her shoulder for attention, and looked at her guiltily. ‘I need to… you know…’ He was beginning to learn that, on Earth, pooping wasn’t done in public, or talked about much. But he wished he could just point and let it go.

Alice looked at the hand he’d touched her with. ‘It’s the other hand, right?’

He said it was; apparently on Mars it was the height of rudeness to touch someone with the hand that needed to poop.

‘Well, there are toilets at the playground. You can wait five minutes, right?’ Alice knew that most girls eventually ended up sounding like their mothers, but she hadn’t expected it quite so soon.

‘I think so,’ Fleelbeblop said, although he wasn’t sure how long a minute on Earth was. He could probably wait three Mars minutes.

It was a warm sunny day, and it seemed like half the neighbourhood kids were out and about. The four of them were just another group heading to a playground, except that Fleebleblop was holding his finger with a worried expression.

‘Hey Alice!’ a kid called, passing by. He was the one who’d ratted out Fleebleblop in class. ‘How’s your weird cousin?’ he laughed, then spotted Fleebleblop in the group. ‘How’d you do that poop trick, that was brilliant, Mrs Baker was so mad!’

‘Alice…’ the alien boy said, looking meaningfully at his finger. ‘I can’t wait anymore.’ Alice groaned, as Fleebleblop pointed the finger at the other boy. ‘And it isn’t a trick,’ he said. The tip opened up, and Benny had a brainwave. He pushed the alien forwards, so that he was standing right in front of the bratty boy from class. The poop landed right on the boy’s shoe.

‘Now, run!’ The three humans raced away from the scene of the crime, Fleebleblop cartwheeling after them.

CHAPTER TEN

They arrived at the playground puffing and giggling.

‘Did you see the look on his face?’ Benny crowed.

‘Classic!’ Jade exclaimed.

‘We’re going to get in so much trouble,’ Alice said, for what felt like the hundredth time recently, but she was giggling while she said it this time. Fleebleblop didn’t bother asking where it was, this time. He was already losing interest in the prank of a whole minute ago, and was captivated by the play equipment and the possibility of future fun.

‘Which thing is the swing?’ he asked.

It turned out that swinging, being pushed as high as Benny could manage, was terrifying. ‘Benny, you know what happens when I get nervous!’ Fleebleblop yelled from the zenith.

‘Knock yourself out,’ Benny called back, laughing.

‘That sounds painful!’

Benny took a few steps back as poop began to rain from the sky, flying in wide arcs as Fleebleblop swung back and forth.

‘You said this was fun!’ the alien wailed at Alice. Fortunately for him, with Benny seeking cover from the poop rain, the swing was slowing down, and Fleebleblop jumped off awkwardly. ‘I am never doing that again. That was worse than teleporting.’ His legs shook, and Alice felt bad for laughing. But not bad enough to stop.

‘Try the monkey bars,’ Jade suggested, dangling upside down.

Fleebleblop peered at her, twisting his head to try to make her look right. ‘I can see the bars, but where are the monkeys?’

‘We’re the monkeys! Come on!’

Fleebleblop liked the monkey bars a lot more than the swing. He was strong and nimble, and had excellent balance.

‘It must be all the cartwheeling,’ Alice guessed. She vowed to practice her own cartwheeling, as the alien swung past her.

‘I’m hungry,’ Benny announced. ‘We should go to my place and grab some lunch.’

‘Can we have pizza again?’ Fleebleblop asked enthusiastically. ‘A piece of pizza!’ Such a fun phrase to say.

‘There’s none left. We’ll make sandwiches or something.’

‘Vegemite!’ cheered Fleebleblop. Earth food was incredible.

‘What will we tell your parents this time?’ Alice asked. ‘Do Fred’s parents work on weekends?’

‘We’ll go to my place, and have a picnic in the cubby,’ Jade decided. ‘Nobody will notice or care how much food we take. Picnics are like that.’

‘Who is Nick?’ Fleebleblop asked. ‘What are we choosing him for? Will he make the sandwiches?’

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Fleebleblop waited with Alice in the cubby, while Jade and Benny raided the kitchen. Muppet, the black cat, reappeared and jumped straight onto Fleebleblop’s lap, making him jump.

‘What do I do with it?’ he asked.

‘You pat her,’ Alice said, demonstrating. ‘But be careful, if you touch her tummy she’ll probably scratch you.’

Fleelbeblop wasn’t sure why that should worry him. The creature was tiny and fluffy and very cute. It certainly couldn’t do him any damage. But Earth was strange and unpredictable, so he avoided the cat’s tummy anyway. Muppet purred under his touch, and Alice reassured him that was normal. ‘It means she’s happy.’

‘I’m happy too,’ Fleebleblop announced, beaming, and began making his own purring noises.

Jade and Benny appeared in the doorway, each carrying a wicker basket filled to overflowing. Dad’s been baking,’ Jade explained. ‘There’s a cake and some muffins and fresh bread. But mum made me grab some fruit, too, so we’ve got strawberries and apples and some other stuff.’

‘Vegemite?’ Fleebelblop asked.

Benny grinned. ‘I made a Vegemite sandwich just for you.’

The four of them attacked the piles of food with gusto, and before long there was little but crumbs left. Fleebleblop exclaimed over every new thing, finding blueberries particularly to his liking. Finally, as Alice set aside the last muffin, too full to finish it, a strange bell-like sound filled the cubby.

‘What’s that?’ Benny and Alice asked simultaneously.

‘That’s my teleporter, it’s recharged!’ said Fleebleblop. He showed them the watch-like device strapped to his arm. ‘I can go home!’

Alice felt a confusing mix of sadness and relief. Trying to keep Fleebleblop safe and hidden was stressful, but he’d certainly made life interesting. ‘Do you have to go right now?’ she asked.

‘I should,’ he said regretfully. ‘It’s been fun here, and you guys are weird, but I miss home too.’

Alice nodded, accepting ‘weird’ as a compliment. ‘Well, it’s been fun. And weird.’

‘We’ll miss you,’ Benny said, surprising Alice, who’d never heard him express emotion beyond hunger or boredom.

‘You can come and visit me next time!’

‘We don’t have teleporters,’ Jade pointed out.

‘I’ll send you some,’ Fleebleblop promised. ‘Can I take some blueberries?’

‘No, you’ve already eaten them all.’

‘Oh well. Off I go, then!’ Fleebleblop stood up. He hugged Jade first, who returned the favour with some confusion. Then it was Benny’s turn. And finally Alice. Alice blinked back tears, trying to show her new friend a happy face when she pulled away from his hug.

The alien boy beamed at all his new friends, and pressed a button on his teleporter. A sphere of purple light grew from it, growing until it was as big as Fleebleblop himself. ‘Thank you all, I’ll miss you!’ he called, as he cartwheeled into the light. And, with a pop, the alien and the light vanished completely.

Alice, Benny, and Jade sat in silence for a moment, just looking at each other.

‘Nobody’s ever going to believe this,’ Jade said finally.

‘That’s okay,’ said Alice. ‘We’ll know.’

THE END

#alien pooping boy #the fowl twins #deny all charges #artemis fowl #fanfic #i changed the title slightly to avoid issues with disney #but eoin colfer himself thinks the story is great #not to brag #but i'm totally bragging

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angel-scythe · 6 years ago

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Chloe : Chapter 22

I was so EXCITED to offer you this chapter to read! I’m so happy it’s finally up and I hope you will like it as much as I loved writing it.

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15th December, 09:47

The snow fell from the sky softly, the clouds were big and fluffy like Sumo’s fur, but the air was real cold. As cold as Gavin’s eyes as he lay them on Connor, standing few feet from him.

“I know you’re the one who killed Chloe Kamski,” Connor has said, his words stabbing Gavin.

Especially because he didn’t let the place to the doubt. He was an Android Detective. He was made for that.

Gavin opened the door of his car.

“Don’t worry, I won’t flee. I want you to tell me more about your passionate theory.”

“You’re a good cop. You know how things work. And you know too that everybody says Chloe Kamski left or disappeared. But you, you deeply committed that Chloe Kamski is dead. Either you’re stupid either you’re bonded to this case.”

“Maybe both,” Gavin replied while sat down to take gum in the glove box.

He checked for taste and Connor walked toward him.

“I had blank but now, I know everything…”

Gavin clenched the gum’s wrap he chose.

“So you had an idea and you needed to be sure. And for that, you decided to become my fucking whore?”

“Please.”

Connor put his hand on the car roof and pushed down his lowest part. He sat on his lap and kissed his jaw.

“Don’t be stupid.”

The cold air came around them. Gavin was still closed.

“What’s your theory?”

“It’s not a theory… That day when Chloe left the house, it was because of you. She was major and you could convince her to just leave. She said to her parents about you and they just couldn’t accept it. Elijah couldn’t help you because he didn’t get. Especially because his sister was everything to him. And she ran away for you.”

Gavin rose an eyebrow.

“However, you were alone. You couldn’t just live like that, even if you graduate. So you needed to find something. Nobody wanted you at work and so… Chloe did what she must do for both of you. At this time, Eden Club was a striptease, made with Humans, club like you could find everywhere with illegals things. If one paid enough, he could have more than a dance and that helped to live.”

Gavin’s lips moving as he chewed the gum, cold smirk on his lips.

“If she prostituted herself, people would have recognized her.”

“But people didn’t care about her in the end and a lot of people just wanted to fuck, didn’t caring about the look of her face or forget it after the sex. Or remember her just enough to have her again. Plus, she wasn’t stupid so I think, in three hundred seventy coma twenty seven square kilometer, she won’t stay near people who can find her. Not in the people she knew…”

“Okay. Go on. I’m having fun, right now,” Gavin laughed coldly.

“Okay. Then… one day, when you were twenty or twenty-one, Eden Club incurred a police raid because of their activities. Everybody should get to prison because it wasn’t legal for the men and women to sell their body. Captain David Allen was on it this day… Well…”

Connor saw the look on Gavin’s face.

“He wasn’t Captain yet. What was he?”

“Second Lieutenant. He was twenty-sixth and he gained his rank at West Point Military School.”

Gavin made a bull with his gum.

“That doesn’t mean you’re right.”

“Allen found you and he felt immediately in love with Chloe. He wanted to protect her with all his heart. However to get her, he needed to get you too.”

“Ah, that’s probably the reason why I didn’t marry him. That fucker,” Gavin laughed, rough.

Connor kissed him on the lips. Now he could taste, it was fascinated. Yesterday, his lips had a soft taste, yesterday it was a coffee like and now it was lemonish. Well it was often coffee like…

“He took you and Chloe at home and took care of both of you. Little by little, he started to love her and you more and more. He even helped her to become a cop. A work she liked even if she couldn’t find the right place for her. She was a girl and she had love story with the Second Lieutenant. Worst of all, she used to be a striper, a whore… That wasn’t awesome for her. And it wasn’t the only problem. Because when the time passed, you took more and more place. Chloe wasn’t at her place with you and Captain Allen. He loved you both and you just couldn’t stand when he made love to Chloe. It seemed normal when you carried about him, sexually, but when it was Chloe turn…”

Gavin frowned and he looked toward the Kamski’s house. From there he wasn’t sure the man could hear them. It would be better.

“For you, the worst was the moment, ten years before, when she fell pregnant. You just couldn’t support it but you loved Elizabeth already so you waited. You waited for her to have Elizabeth and then… you killed Chloe. You asked for being cop at the current DPD and you started your live again.”

“Okay… Why not, smartass. Let’s say that. And what? Dave knew I killed Chloe but he let me do because?”

“No. As I said, you’re intelligent. You won’t say she’s dead like that if we can go back to you. In fact, nobody could and even Captain Allen can’t say a thing. There is no crime and you did it with the only way anyone could kill someone…”

Gavin rose an eyebrow.

“Spit,” he commanded.

Connor felt the man wasn’t at ease anymore.

“I know from the beginning. When I was created, when I came to DPD, I used to scan every visage. Do you remember how I froze when I saw you the first time? When they introduce us to each other?”

“Yes… But…”

“I know you changed a lot of things on your account and your files but you can’t go against my scanner. It’s too performing. Even when you took a little weigh and you’re face is…” Connor caressed it. “… beautiful.”

Gavin took his wrist, squeezing tightly.

“What are you saying.”

“You perfectly know I told you your own story. Because you used to be called Chloe. That’s why you were a classmate of Chloe’s classmate but nobody could recognize you. That’s why you know she’s dead when everybody doesn’t get where she is.”

“Don’t… don’t be stupid. I don’t look like those ST200!”

“Yes… But Chloe Kamski doesn’t look like them neither. Because Kamski made her as he remembered his sister. As perfect as he saw her. And when Felix gave me report about the interrogatories with the classmate, I could see you.”

“Wh… Why would you? Why would you say that?!”

“Because Elijah Kamski is the Love of Chloe’s Life, isn’t it? Your Life. I asked to come because I couldn’t let you go with someone who couldn’t get. Couldn’t help you. And now I saw the pain in you…”

Connor dared to move a little on his lap and hugged him softly. He felt the arms around him and a head on his so he bend a little and nested his face against Gavin’s neck.

“Did you saw others things…”

“Nothing a Human could see. Your tattoo… it’s perfect but not for an Android Detective. I can see they used a darker black to cover the scars.”

Gavin closed his eyes.

“You’re right. Are you happy? You’re right. When I got eighteen, I dared to say to my parents I wasn’t a girl but a man. They didn’t understand. For them, I was just a little boyish… and when I insisted, when I said to them how I hated my boobs, how I hated bleed every month because my body reminded me what I was, they said I couldn’t be a man since I hit on dude. When they finally understand, they become mad.”

“And broke your nose… Sorry to have found it cute.”

Gavin passed his hand in the soft brown hair.

“It’s fine, you can find it cute. I can accept it from you.”

“Did Kamski really did not help you?” Connor asked doubtfully.

The man didn’t look like he could be like that. He seemed really sincere when he talked about his sister…

“Yeah. He tried to protect me, yes, but wasn’t made for it. And didn’t understand I wasn’t his sister. I didn’t feel like his sister…”

He looked toward the house.

“I’d like to go there and said it but what? He can’t understand, Connor. No one can’t. And I hate the looks on people face when I must explain that I’m not a girl even if…”

Connor rose up a little and kiss him.

“You’re the man I love.”

Gavin’s eyes widened.

“You… You’re a robot so you don’t know but… you should not say that.”

“Say what?”

“Love.”

“Why? I love you.”

Gavin was dazed.

“You said you’re my boyfriend…”

“I’m, no? We’re together…”

“Yeah…”

Gavin looked his soft face, his sweet smile and his eyes full of sweetness too. He mumbled something but Connor had great audition, thanks to his work and systems.

He could hear the “I love you too”.

“Let’s go. I won’t talk to Elijah.”

“But…”

“I won’t. He can’t understand and I don’t want to tell him.”

“Don’t you want to be with him? He’s the Love of your Life…”

Gavin frowned. He could remember that Allen was pretty shocked when he learnt that. He quickly understand even if he see him as a weirdo in the first, but he couldn’t just get that the love they shared wasn’t put in danger by that immeasurable love they shared. It was normal to understand that a family will fell love for each other but they never will talk about it in that special way…

“Okay. Rise your fucking ass, I need to get up.”

“Okay. You don’t want anymore to fuck me before your brother’s house?”

“Now you know it, it’s kind weird.”

Connor smiled and went up. Gavin changed his seat and attached his belt. He looked strange and frowned when the boy came near him, fasten his belt too.

“I didn’t think coming here will be successful in fact…”

“Is it successful?”

“We need authorization and mandate but… I think I have all the clues I needed. It was evident. The true question is: since we’re together, do you want to bust my parents with me or should I call Felix since he’s my partner? “

“You’ll need few hours, maybe more. At this time of the year, the judge are pretty busy. I don’t think we still be together.”

“Plastic shit, it’s a joke. ‘Together’ like in couple. The “a dude met his special one’s parents”… ugh, just go on internet, okay?”

“Okay. And, Gavin… can I come home tonight?”

“Yes. I’d be glad…”

“Thank you.”

#It's on ao3 #Gavin reed #Chloe #DBH #Detroit become human #gavin x Connor #Rk800 #Convin

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pikelanette · 6 years ago

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A Pirate’s Life For Me (chapter 1)

Pairing: pikelan Words: 2704 Rated: M (for language) Link: ao3

a multi-chapter pikelan pirate AU

He is thrown into the cellblock unceremoniously, tasting dirt as his face slams into the wood of the brig. His head spins and the air is pushed out of his lungs. Part of him wants to get up and knock someone’s fucking lights out, but he forces himself to remain on the floor.

“There ya go, lass,” the man who dragged him here snarls, “Fix him up, will ya?”

“Go fuck yourself,” another voice retorts immediately.

Scanlan looks up to assess who else is in the room with him, but as soon as he does a boot slams into the back of his head and it whacks back against the wood.

“Get off!” the voice yells, distraught, and the pirate behind him chuckles.

“Thought you might like a challenge.”

He tries to open his eyes again, but the entire room is swaying and his vision is blurry. His head pounds and he tastes iron and rust.

Someone grabs him by the shoulders and drags him further into the cell.

“I’ll take him.”

The voice is close to his ears now, and he vaguely registers the way the person is holding him as protective. They’re shielding him from more blows.

“Just go,” they tell his captor, the voice bitter and angry.

The pirate just chuckles again and walks off, locking the door behind him.

Whoever is with him waits for the pirate’s boots to hit the deck above them before they carefully wipe his hair out of his face. Since in his disguised form his hair is shorter, it doesn’t really help, but she gets a clear look at his fake visage.

“Gods damn it,” his companion says, and then a warm glow rushes over him that is both familiar and strange to him.

He’s had his share of healing magic before, of course, but there is something different about this – something radiant. This person is using divine magic. He doesn’t come across that, usually.

He groans in relief as the pain in his head subsides and before long he feels confident enough to open his eyes. His gaze falls on someone who is definitely not what he had expected to find.

She’s gnomish, for one, and absolutely gorgeous. Her stark-white hair is braided and wrapped up around her head like a crown, although she looks ragged, and small freckles dot her face. Her eyes are clear blue and she is looking down at him with a look on her face that dangles between accusatory and worried.

“There you are,” she says, “What did you do to end up here, huh?”

Scanlan just lays on the floor, frozen, staring up at her with big eyes. He’s half in her lap, with her hands on his neck and shoulders, and to his great surprise there is no place he would rather be at the moment than right here. This was already worth it.

“No matter. It probably wasn’t anything impressive, hm? It didn’t take much for me to end up here.” The woman shakes her head and presses one of her hands against his forehead. “I’m Pike. I’ll get you back up in no time.”

Oh, he was sure of that.

He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying anything stupid. This was not the time to hit on the gorgeous lady.

“Thank you,” he croaked. He felt another pulse of warmth spread from her hand into his forehead and the last of his headache dissipated.

Anger flared in her eyes when she heard how weak he sounded and she glared up at the ceiling as though she could curse the crew from down here. Maybe she could. He knew nothing about clerics.

“One of these days I’ll Guiding Bolt them up their butts,” she grumbled.

He groaned again and tried to sit up a little straighter, looking at her over his shoulder. “Why don’t you?”

Pike sighed wistfully, and almost absent-mindedly pushed against his shoulders again to force him back into her lap. She was really strong for a gnome and the action turned him on just a little.

“Because of my brother,” she said.

She looked down and smiled at him, blatantly ignoring that she had just manhandled him. How had he managed to find such an angel?

“Although Grog would be extremely proud if I died while taking on a ship full of pirates… He would also be extremely sad. I don’t…” A pained expression appeared on her face. “I can’t die here. I can’t do that to him.”

Fast as lightning, her eyes shifted back to anger and she glared up at the ceiling again. “So I’m stuck here.”

“Well,” Scanlan said carefully, catching her attention enough for her to look back down at him. He sent her a hesitant smile, trying to stay in character. “So am I.”

She smiled back. “Yeah. I’m really sorry for you, but I’m happy for the company, I must say.”

He attempted to look around the room they were in without getting up again. He felt like that probably wouldn’t go too smoothly this time around either.

The cell was small and damp, and had only a few blankets in the corner, no bed, and a bedpan somewhere to the left. It was closed off with floor-to-ceiling bars that had been locked with something he didn’t think he’d be able to pick. Home sweet home.

“How long have you been here?” he asked as he reviewed their surroundings.

“A couple of weeks?” Pike answered, “I’m not sure, really. They don’t let me up, and I have nothing to mark the days with. I lost track.”

He looked back at her. “How’d you get here?”

She sighed again. “Do you know what an Extra Sail is?”

Scanlan repressed a smile and nodded. Of course he did – an Extra Sail was what sailors called the clerics that were brought onto large merchant vessels for long trips. They worked as a sort of medic and a guard simultaneously – healing when they must, fighting when they could. They were usually hired by the more savoury types of businessmen on the water.

“Well, I was one of those,” Pike said, “Until my ship was attacked a few weeks ago. They threw the captain overboard very quickly and from then on it was mayhem. They took everything and dumped my crew into the water. They only spared me because they figured they could use me.” She grumbled again. “I wish I could say that wasn’t true. But here I am, cleaning up their dirty work. No offense.”

“None taken,” he said. She looked troubled, staring off blankly into the distance for a moment, probably remembering her fallen companions. “What was your ship called?”

“The Broken Howl,” Pike muttered.

Ah. He’d heard of that one. She was sturdy – or she had been. Word was that she’d been lost at see for over a month now. The timeline fit.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She smiled at him again, putting on a brave face. “It’s okay. I’m just not sure what to do now.”

“Me neither. But Pike…” He attempted to get up again, and this time she let him. Her hand fell from his forehead, finally, and he grabbed it and looked at her intently. “You seem very trustworthy. You’re a victim here, like me. I trust you. So, I need to tell you a secret. You have to promise to keep it, okay?”

“O-okay,” she told him, her eyes wide.

Scanlan dropped his spell, revealing his own gnomish form to her – the long, brown ponytail, upturned nose, dark eyes, and slightly pointed ears.

Pike gasped, obviously surprised, and he scrambled to explain himself.

“I-I-I-I panicked! I didn’t know what to do! They just boarded the ship and plucked me from it, so I figured I’d pretend to be some rich halfling guy I know, and maybe they would let me live!”

“Oh, man…” Pike muttered, her eyes shooting up to the opening in the deck to make sure no one happened to come in just then.

“I know, I know,” he added quickly, “But I can’t drop it now. They’ll kill me!”

“They’ll also kill you once they realise you won’t get them any money!”

“It’s okay!” he said, “We’re still a ways out of the next port town. I’ll figure something out before then. Maybe we can escape!”

He squeezed her hand, hoping to convince her. Pike looked at him doubtfully, but she didn’t pull away. He was counting on her need for a friend in this time to save his ass. He hadn’t expected there to be another prisoner – these pirates were notorious for not keeping any.

“Fine,” she said, “But we have to be careful! I told you, I’m not risking my brother’s sister.”

“What?”

“I’m not risking the life of the sister of my brother! Me! I won’t – I won’t risk that my brother’s sister dies. Who is me!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got that that the first time. The last part, that is. The rest makes zero sense to me.”

She sighed again. “Look. I would gladly give my life trying to escape from this ship. But I won’t risk Grog having to mourn me. So we have to be careful.”

“Sure,” he affirmed emphatically, “I can be careful.”

“How often can you do that?” she asked.

“The disguise? A few times a day.”

“How long does it last?”

“Eight hours.”

She nodded. “That should do it.”

After that, she inspected him for a moment, her gaze swiping over him in a bit more detail. He hoped the worn-out, rugged look he had going on was doing it for her.

“Another gnome, huh?” she muttered. Her gaze landed on his eyes and they stared at each other for a few seconds. After they had passed, the smallest of blushes appeared on her cheek and wow, he could die, that sight was not for this world.

“You should probably change back,” she whispered, and she pulled her hand away.

“Ah, yeah.” He muttered the incantation and quickly recast his disguise on himself, moving back into his halfling form.

Pike hesitated for a moment, but then she reached out and touched his ponytail, which was still there underneath the illusion. She dragged her fingers down it for a moment and Scanlan’s jaw went slack. He stared up at her unabashedly as she touched his hair. However, she suddenly seemed to realise what she was doing and pulled away again, moving a foot or so away from him.

“We’ll share the blankets,” she said, and that sure was music to his ears. Pike sent him a small smile. “I guess we’re roomies now. What’s your name?”

“Scanlan,” he said, before he could actively decide whether or not to use a false name.

“It’s nice to meet you, Scanlan. Let’s see how this goes.”

Oh yes, he thought, let’s.

They spent the afternoon exchanging tidbits of information and just sitting around the space, going over what had happened that day in their heads. At some point, the guy who had thrown him in there returned with some disgusting food and basically threw it at them, spilling part of it over the floor of their cell.

They waited for him and his barking laughter to disappear from their space before starting to eat the rest of it. Pike cast a cantrip and the spilled food disappeared immediately. It explained why she didn’t smell like shit after being in this cell for so long, and he was extremely grateful at the prospect of being able to magically clean himself every day. He didn’t do well when he felt dirty. He was better than that.

At night, they huddled together under the blanket, big spoon and little spoon, and she was so matter-of-fact about it that he didn’t mistake it for any sort of invitation. She was a little cold, and her hands held onto a clasp on her collar tightly. He’d seen her touch it absent-mindedly throughout the day, but he hadn’t asked about it yet. He didn’t recognise the symbol.

He cleared his throat in the dark that had fallen over them and lightly touched her hand. “Is that from your god?”

“What? Oh.” She looked at the symbol in her hands. “Yes. From Sarenrae. The Everlight.”

“Have you been a follower of her for long or…?”

“All my life.” Pike shifted against him a little and he dropped his arm over her waist, trying to warm her up a little. She must be uncomfortable, feeling so cold. “My grandfather taught me about her. He’s… He’s a longtime follower of hers as well.”

“I don’t really know much about her,” he admitted.

“Few people do. But she’s amazing. Kind, and strong, and powerful. She’s kept me safe a million times.”

“She’s not doing a great job right now, though.”

He could smack himself for saying anything. However, Pike seemed unbothered.

“I don’t know,” she said, “You showed up.”

He let out a mirthless chuckle. “I’m not sure I’ll be of much use to you.”

“Most people underestimate how strong people are when they work together,” Pike just said, “But I don’t. If we want the same thing, we’ll work something out. I haven’t given up yet.”

“You really haven’t, have you?”

He was a little awed by it, to be honest. Even after weeks stuck in this tiny cell on her own with nothing but a bedpan and a blanket, Pike still seemed strong and unbroken. She had an undeniable air of hope around her, but it didn’t seem small and weak like it did in most people he faced – instead, it was like a beacon, a burning flame that kept her fed and well-kept, ready for whatever life would throw at her next. It was admirable, really.

And, possibly, useful.

“Well, I could use some strength,” he sighed. His lips curled up into a mischievous smile. “Maybe I should pray to your Sarenrae.”

She ignored that he clearly wasn’t serious. “Maybe you should. She might like you.”

“I doubt that,” he snorted.

“Why’s that? You seem pretty agreeable to me.”

“Well, you’ve only known me for a few hours, darling.”

The endearment slipped out of his mouth without his consent, and he noticed that a bit of his sailor’s accent had come through as well. He had to be careful with this lady, or he would end up telling everyone exactly who he was.

“You might change your mind,” he added quickly in his usual voice.

Pike yawned in his arms and something warm spread through his chest for a moment.

“We’ll see,” she said, “Looks like I’ll be seeing a lot of you.”

“Looks like,” he affirmed. But Pike had already fallen asleep.

Scanlan stayed up for a little longer, holding her against him. The next few weeks he’d be walking on eggshells. He had to find the best way to refrain from antagonising anyone on this ship – not the pirates, not Pike. He pondered for a while longer, trying to figure out how to do what he had come here to do without putting Pike in danger.

She murmured something in her sleep, and Scanlan reached up to idly wipe a strand of her white hair from her face. It was a peculiar colour – he’d have to ask her about that sometime.

It had been a long time since he had just slept with someone like this. It was comforting and unsettling at the same time, and it caused a whole array of thoughts and plans to shoot through his head at the same time.

He had to seduce her. He had to get rid of her. He had to protect her. He had to help her escape. He had to keep her with him.

He tried to focus on how to go through with his plan from tomorrow on, but he kept being assaulted by thoughts of the gnome in his arms, and eventually he gave up entirely and drifted up to sleep.

Right as he closed his eyes, there was a spark of light that he barely caught. But before he could see that it was the symbol of Sarenrae that was glowing, he had passed out.

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sophcaro · 7 years ago

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Destiny | WMatsui - Chapter 30

Six months later.

Churi stepped out of the elevator when the doors opened at the second floor, scanning the empty corridor in front of her. Pausing for a moment’s reflection, her feet moved forward when she was finally able to recall where the apartment in question was situated. This Saturday afternoon of September, she had been invited to Jurina’s place; the younger girl had asked for her help and advice with the preparations of a major event coming up in two short weeks. It was only the second time Churi was visiting Jurina’s new place, and she figured it would probably take her a few more visits to know the direction by heart.

A few months ago, Jurina had made the decision to gain more independence and to leave the family nest, leading her to move into her own apartment at the end of August. Even though Jurina had chosen not to live with her mother anymore, it certainly didn’t prevent her from visiting her every single week, the separation not having in the slightest severed the strong bond uniting them.

As Churi arrived in front of the apartment 23, a smile ruffled her mouth when she noticed the unfamiliar doormat at her feet, her eyes lingering on the large ‘Aloha’ inscription welcoming the visitors. Reaching for her backpack, she retrieved her Nikkon camera from inside to take a shot. No, she had no intention of using that picture for her monthly photos exhibition in Nagoya, but this simple action was like second nature to her. Each time she caught sight of an element in her environment that piqued her interest, it was stronger than her: she had to immortalize the moment.

Her camera was like a precious and faithful companion, and she never failed to take it with her everywhere she went.

Putting her camera away once she deemed herself satisfied with the result, Churi diverted her attention towards the door in front of her, not failing to perceive the sound of music coming from inside the apartment. It might not be that loud, Churi instantly recognized the energetic and cheerful song: SKE’s 2020 summer single was currently playing on Jurina’s stereo.

Yes, it was indeed a catchy song, Churi conceded. A melody hard not to sing along to once it got inside your head. And what about the fact that the group’s last single had sold incredibly well, even better than the two previous ones? Management’s new strategy was paying off, fans – after a period of necessary adjustment - getting accustomed to the rotating position of SKE’s center and WCenter.

Churi raised her arm to ring at the doorbell, and she didn’t have to wait long before hearing footsteps approaching, then seeing the door opening.

“Hi, you arrived right on time.” Jurina, who had appeared on the doorstep, broke into an open, friendly smile. “I was working on the tracklist.”

A flash of humor crossed Churi’s face. “How are you managing? Not too difficult to select only 35 songs?”

“Why do you think I called you? It’s a complete nightmare.” Jurina’s smile vanished and she sighed heavily in defeat. “I chose about 50 songs, and I can’t make up my mind on the ones to remove.”

Churi nodded and chuckled at her. “Yes, I’ve been there too, I know it can be a challenging task. Don’t worry, I’ll help you as much as I can.”

Churi followed Jurina inside the apartment, casually letting her gaze wander around the living room while removing her coat and shoes in the entrance. Her attention was swiftly caught by the pile of papers spread over the table, undeniable proof that Jurina had been hard at work before her arrival. It had already been six months since Jurina had announced her desire to leave SKE, and it was now only a matter of weeks until her long-awaited graduation concert. To be honest, Churi still sometimes had a difficult time adjusting to the idea that Jurina would officially have left the idol group by the end of September.

An opinion shared not only by the remaining members of the group, but also a large portion of the fans. The previous singles might have sold very well, it was still hard for people to wrap their head around the possibility that SKE was soon going to say goodbye to its second figurehead.

“I was thinking we could center Kiss Datte Hidarikiki together.” Jurina, who had taken a seat back at the table, turned in her direction. “What do you think?”

Churi approached and pulled a chair next to her. “Depends.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Will you try to steal a kiss during the final spin?”

“Why would I do that? I don’t kiss other members anymore.” Jurina’s face became a visage of juvenile innocence. “Well…” For a shrinking moment she paused, until a grin overtook her features. “Except on the cheek from time to time, when the temptation is too hard to resist. But you can’t blame me for that.”

Churi bit off a laugh.

Jurina might be more mature than ever at the age of twenty-three, she hadn’t lost for all that her flirty side. These last years, it was indeed less frequent to witness such aspect of her personality, yet Churi always found herself greatly entertained when it happened to resurface.

“Alright.” Churi nodded in agreement. “I’ll do this song with you.”

Jurina’s eyes brightened with pleasure and she reached for her pen, scribbling a note on the sheet of paper laying in front of her. “Great, I’ll add that.”

“Do you want us to go through the rest of the tracklist?” Churi took a peek at the sheet - curious to discover which songs Jurina had chosen for the occasion – wincing when she saw that it went indeed far beyond the total number of songs required. “I know it’s not going to be easy, but we really need to reduce it to 35.”

“Yes, but before that…” Jurina’s face became drawn and tense. “There’s something else I wanted to tell you.”

Churi’s brow furrowed at her friend’s strange change of mood. “Yes? What is it?”

Jurina shifted in her seat in unease, avoiding Churi’s questioning gaze. “I was thinking inviting Rena to my graduation concert.”

Churi’s mouth dropped open. “What…” She stared back at her in incredulity. “What did you say?”

“I think Rena should be here.” Jurina repeated slowly, with slightly more assurance. “Singing on stage with us.”

“Why would you…” Churi stopped, confused. “When was the last time you talked to her? Three years ago?”

“I know…” The conflict of emotions followed one another across Jurina’s face. “But I believe it’s the right thing to do for SKE. Rena was there from the start, and my WCenter during eight, long years. I simply cannot ignore those facts. Everyone, especially the fans, will expect her to make an appearance. You know that they will.”

Churi couldn’t deny that, when it came to that last aspect and the fans’ expectations, Jurina might unfortunately be a little right.

In hindsight, it made sense that Jurina would want to include her former WCenter to the list of guests. Until the very last minute of her idol career, Jurina was thinking about the group and attempting to please the fans. Churi shouldn’t be astonished by Jurina’s endless dedication. In twelve years, the younger girl had constantly put SKE above all, even sometimes at the expense of her own health. And right now, by considering asking Rena to participate, she was letting her professionalism take the upper hand and guide her decisions.

But at what cost?

Given Rena and Jurina’s past, could the latter really afford to leave her personal feelings aside? After her friend’s last painful encounter with Rena at the hospital three years ago, Churi clearly wasn’t fond of the idea of such a reunion. Not when there was a non-negligible risk that Rena’s presence could cause bad memories to resurface, and reopen old wounds.

For all those precise reasons, Churi felt that she ought to share with her friend the profound doubt invading her. “I understand what you’re trying to achieve, I really do. But are you sure that it’s really what you want? It’s your graduation concert: I wouldn’t want anything or anyone to spoil such a memorable moment of your life.”

For the first time since their conversation had drifted to the older girl who shared the same surname, Jurina turned at last to look at her directly.

“Trust me, I’ve been thinking about it at length. These last days, no matter how many times I mulled it over in my head again and again, I simply cannot imagine her not being here on that day. The way our relationship ended…” Jurina’s voice sank to a whisper, until determination flashed in her eyes. “I shouldn’t let it cloud my judgment when it comes to SKE. Rena deserves to be on that stage, as much as everyone else.”

“I can tell you already made up your mind...” Churi couldn’t ignore how resolute her friend sounded but remained deeply uncertain about the consequences of such a decision. Yet she refused to be too insistent. If her friend truly believed that it was for the best, then what other choice did she have? After all, it was Jurina’s big day. Churi might not approve of her decision, she owed it to her to respect her wishes.

“But I’m not sure that she’ll accept.” Jurina said doubtfully. “She might have other plans, or even refuse to come. During all these years, she never stood on stage with the 48group. She put her idol past behind: there’s a chance she won’t want her image to be associated with SKE again.”

Churi nodded almost imperceptibly. “When…” She kept her voice carefully neutral when she asked. “When are you going to contact her?”

“I was going to send her a text today.” Jurina replied, and began playing nervously with her phone.

“Why don’t you do it later on?” Churi suggested tentatively, sensing Jurina would become far too distracted by her phone - in the waiting expectative of Rena’s reply - if she let her proceed and send that message immediately. “We really need to work on that tracklist.” She insisted gently when she read Jurina’s hesitation. When it didn’t seem to work, Churi changed tactic, and continued on a lighter, small teasing tone. “I know that Yuasa cannot refuse you much, but let’s be realistic: he’ll never let you sing 50 songs.”

Jurina’s eyes grew openly amused and, putting her phone aside, transferred her gaze to her. “You think? Even if I insist? A lot?”

Churi’s mouth twitched with amusement. “I’m afraid not.”

Rena went through her dresser attentively, wondering what kind of clothes she was going to put on for tonight’s dinner. Thankfully, she didn’t need to wear anything especially classy as it was a simple meal between friends, but she was conscious that she absolutely ought to choose warm clothes. A few days ago, the temperature had abruptly dropped. It wouldn’t be Autumn until another month, yet you could almost be deceived by the weather.

Cold, windy, and – if you were unlucky - maybe even a little rain. That’s what the weather forecast had promised for this Saturday evening of early September.

As Rena’s fingers halted at last on a beige, cotton sweater, her attention was next caught by a red scarf laying on an upper shelf. It had been a while since she hadn’t worn that piece of clothing in particular, but the view instantly brought back fond memories of that day in Shibuya with Airi. Her thoughts drifted to the girl currently waiting for her in the living room, a smile plastering her features as she made up her mind, and retrieved decidedly both the sweater and the scarf from her dresser.

A few minutes later, once she was fully dressed and prepared, Rena made her way out of the bedroom. She didn’t have to search long to spot her best friend seated on the sofa, silently reading a manga. Approaching, Rena inclined her head slightly to discover what kind of story could be monopolizing Airi’s attention. “The volume 11 of Black Lagoon?” Her voice pitched up in surprise. “Wait. Is that a new volume?! When did he publish the previous one? Five years ago?”

“Six, to be exact and yes, you really need to be patient when it comes to Rei Hiroe’s works.” Airi joked, raising her nose from the page she was reading. “This new volume got released yesterday. You know me, I simply couldn’t let it pass. The wait might be long, it’s always worth it.”

“The number of years doesn’t matter as long as the quality is still here, right?” Rena offered amusingly, taking a seat by her side.

“Exactly,” Airi answered with an assured nod, slowly beginning to close her manga when she noticed the other girl taking a peek at the clock on the wall. “Is it time to leave?”

“Not quite yet.” Rena shook her head softly. “We’re supposed to meet Yosuke and Tsuzumi at the restaurant at 7 PM. We still have half an hour.”

“It will be the first time we’re going out the four of us, no? Where did he meet his girlfriend?” Airi asked in curiosity. “I don’t think you ever told me.”

“Tsuzumi? He met her four months ago. She was an actress in his latest drama.” Rena caught Airi’s manga between her fingers, and flicked through the first pages in interest. “From what he told me, they quickly got along well, and started dating not long after the end of the shooting. I actually met her once: they make a really nice couple.”

“We never heard anything about their relationship in the magazines.” Airi frowned a little, bewildered. “How did they manage to avoid the paparazzi?”

“They are both public figures, and their agencies prefer if they keep a low profile. At least, for a little while.” Rena explained. “So, they are being extremely cautious when they go out in public.”

“Really?” Airi let out a soft sigh. “After all these years, I still don’t completely understand this business. They are not doing anything wrong: they shouldn’t have to hide.”

“This is how the entertainment industry works.” Rena smiled faintly and closed the manga, lowering it on her lap. “Agents don’t really appreciate it when their clients’ private life makes the headlines. They are afraid that it could affect their clients’ reputation or career in some way.”

“I know…” Airi conceded, before looking over her friend’s shoulder, and noticing the black coat and red scarf laying on the sofa’s armrest. The familiar view instantly brought a smile to her lips. “I remember that day when we went to Shibuya. It was such a headache to find a clever way to distract your attention, enough to buy that scarf without you noticing.”

“And you left me all alone in that café.” Rena added in fake indignation. “How could you abandon me in such a way?”

Airi grimaced in good humor. “Sorry, but it was for the good cause. Besides, if I recall correctly, you had a good cook book to keep you company.”

“Did I?” Rena’s eyes widened with false innocence. “Are you sure? I suddenly have a failing memory.”

Their casual, light banter got interrupted by the sound of Rena’s phone beeping and – after exchanging a knowing smile with Airi - Rena diverted her attention to the device placed in front of her on the coffee table. Unlocking her code, Rena saw that she had received a new message, and she pressed her index to the screen to open it. When she discovered the sender’s identity, her face collapsed in an expression of utter disbelief.

Hi Rena,

I’m contacting you because my graduation concert is in two weeks. If you’re available, I would really like you to come and sing on stage with us. You would be completely free to choose the number and the songs you want to perform. I’m conscious that you’ve been staying away from idol activities, but I think it would make the fans and the members very happy to have you on stage.

If you have other plans or you prefer not to come, then please don’t worry too much about it. Whatever your decision will be, I’ll respect it.

Jurina.

Rena’s breath caught in her throat, her heart beginning to beat faster as she processed with difficulty the words written. Of course, she was aware that Jurina’s graduation concert was in two weeks: there was no way she could have ignored the date of this important event. However, for not one instant, she would have anticipated to receive such invitation. The last time she had been in contact with Jurina was during last year’s SSK, when she had sent the younger girl her congratulations and had been greatly surprised – and equally quite moved - to receive in return Jurina’s kind words for her award.

Despite the cordial mutual exchange of texts, the fact that Jurina would ask her – not simply to be present and assist to her concert, but also to sing on stage - went beyond her comprehension. This concert was not any anecdotic event: it was the day Jurina would officially be closing a significant page of her life. This concert would stay imprinted in everyone’s heads, and this for many more years to come. Wouldn’t Jurina want for such occasion to be surrounded by the people who meant the most to her?

Rena jumped a little when she felt a hand gently closing over her right shoulder and, tilting her head in Airi’s direction, faced her worried look. “What is it? Did something happen?”

“It’s...” Rena struggled to keep her voice steady. “It’s Jurina. She wants me to sing during her graduation concert.”

“She does?” Airi stared at her speechlessly for some long, pregnant seconds. “What are you going to do? Are you going to accept?”

“I…” Rena paused a moment, trying to maneuver her thoughts. “I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I don’t understand why she’s inviting me. I don’t think it’s my place to be on that stage with her.”

“She visibly believes the contrary. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have sent you that text.” Airi disapproved gently. “Why don’t you take time to think about it?” Airi reached forward and laid a tentative hand upon Rena’s. “You don’t need to reply immediately.”

Rena’s attention returned to the message, feeling her own fingers slightly shaking around the phone. Are you really sure that this is what you want, Jurina? Rena couldn’t help but ask herself, finding herself terribly indecisive. The last time they met, Jurina had clearly stated that she didn’t want to see her again. And Rena had scrupulously respected Jurina’s wishes during those last three years, carefully keeping her distance with the younger girl. If there was one thing Rena absolutely didn’t wish, it was to make Jurina uncomfortable, or inadvertently cause her pain again.

Rena was indisputably deeply moved that Jurina was inviting her to her graduation concert, and she couldn’t ignore either the small voice inside her head reminding her of the great opportunity it represented: she would be able to see Jurina again. However, Rena’s cautious side - worried about the possible, negative repercussions - wondered if Jurina was truly conscious of what she was asking.

September 19, 2020.

1 PM.

Jurina’s feet paused at the front of the main stage of the Nagoya Dome and she drew a long breath, briefly glancing up to the geodesic dome closed over her head, before sweeping the baseball stadium and its 40 000 empty seats. Behind her back, she could hear the technical staff finishing making last-minute adjustments, but most of the work had thankfully already been done by now.

All morning, and from the very minute Jurina had arrived at the venue, she had checked even down to the last detail that everything was being well prepared accordingly to her wishes. Sets. Lights. Pyrotechnic effects. Music. Sound check. There was not one aspect that the 23-year-old girl had not meticulously monitored, her perfectionist side refusing categorically to overlook even the smallest problem.

This upcoming event – that would undoubtedly mark the history of SKE - was simply too important to afford the slightest mistake.

In solely two hours, the first spectators would be arriving and crossing the gates to assist at her graduation concert. As was to be expected, the event had sold out months in advance, which meant the baseball stadium would soon be packed with 40 000 enthusiastic fans. No matter the experience Jurina had acquired through the years, it was impossible not to feel slightly nervous about it. It wasn’t only because she was about to perform in front of such a huge crowd: this Saturday, the pressure was higher than ever.

Today, Jurina had a clear objective in mind: and that was to offer the fans one of the best and memorable shows they had ever seen. She wanted her graduation concert to remain imprinted in the dazzled memories of every spectator.

At the sound of her alarm watch beeping, Jurina looked down to her wrist, grasping by the letters flashing on the watch dial that it was time to make her way towards her next destination. There were still some new costumes that she needed to try on, and a few songs that she wished to rehearse afterwards. Turning on her heels, Jurina crossed the main stage and disappeared backstage, going over the concert’s tracklist in her head as she walked through the corridor leading towards the dressing room.

As Jurina was approaching her objective, the sound of excited feminine voices distracted her from her thoughts and she looked up, noticing in the distance a gathering of SKE members in the corridor. Jurina slowed down her steps despite herself, wondering in curiosity what could be the possible reason behind such a strange agitation. The more she progressed in the corridor, the more Jurina could guess that someone had to be monopolizing the other girls’ attention, but the crowd was too dense and blocking her view.

When Jurina was finally close enough to discover which person in particular was standing in the middle of the circle formed by the other girls, her feet came to a final halt.

Jurina widened her eyes in surprise.

A familiar twenty-nine-year-old girl with long brown hair was chatting with the other members, her mouth curved into a graceful smile as she replied politely to the multiple questions she was being asked. Jurina tried desperately to deny the pulsing knot that had formed in her stomach and the sound of her heart thumping nervously inside her chest, but it was a lost cause.

Two weeks ago, after receiving the positive reply, Jurina strongly believed to have well mentally prepared herself for this reunion. However, considering the current sensations coursing her body, Jurina came to a sudden realization that she had unfortunately greatly underestimated her emotional capacity to stay utterly calm and in control of her emotions next time she would cross path with Rena.

Jurina didn’t know which precise girl of the group noted her presence first. Soon enough, all pairs of eyes turned in her direction, silence falling around them as the conversation came to an abrupt halt. When Rena’s eyes finally met hers, her smile vanished for an instant - wiped away by astonishment - until the older girl quickly composed herself, and pleasure softened slightly her features.

#Destiny #wmatsui #matsui jurina #matsui rena #wmatsui fanfic #takayanagi akane #furukawa airi #SKE48 #AKB48 #Partners sequel #chapter 30 #heartbeat trilogy

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[Fulfilled] Give Me Heonney

Prompt: Jooheon/everyone + Jooheon makes everyone feel better and they reward him with lots of Honey Lovin'

Fulfilled by Moderator ReeLee~

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Hyunwoo silently stares at his own reflection in the mirror of the practice room, fatigue seeping into his limbs. He’s vaguely aware of Jooheon’s persistent stare on his broad back, but he doesn’t look away. He merely runs through the choreography once more, biting doubtfully on his bottom lip as he approaches the troubling bit.

He messes up yet again, going completely off-beat as uncertainty overtakes his mind. He groans in defeat and sits on the floor for a short break. He can feel Jooheon still watching him, but neither say a word.

They’d been in this room for countless hours now, with Hyunwoo endlessly struggling to nail down a particular move. It isn’t even for an official choreography, it’s just something he has to do to prove to himself he’s still got what it takes. Though, such a notion is completely absurd to Jooheon, but there’s no telling the older that when he’s decided to do something.

Jooheon can see the sorrowful look in Hyunwoo’s eyes, the self-pity that’s entering his soul through his slumping shoulders, and he stands, having finally reached his breaking point.

“Hyung,” he says, walking over and resting a hand on the older’s shoulder. “You’ve gotta give yourself a break. You’re wearing yourself out.” Hyunwoo doesn’t respond aside from the slightest lean to be even closer to his dongsaeng. Jooheon drops to his knees behind the sweating man, and hugs him as tightly as he can.

“You’re worth more than you give yourself credit for,” Jooheon mumbles, pausing before adding, “I hope one day you believe me…”

Hyunwoo sighs heavily, reclining his head against the man’s shoulder as his eyes fall shut, his heart nearly bursting with gratitude for the younger. He honestly doesn’t know sometimes what he’d do without him.

The next day, Jooheon is at Hoseok’s studio working with him on a couple of new songs. Things seem to be going pretty well, as they’ve just finished remaking the bridge, when the rapper notices something off with his hyung. He watches the strained way Hoseok’s eyes watch the cursor on the screen, remain glued on the progress bar of the track itself… Jooheon can’t help but purse his lips, scooting his chair to be closer to the man.

“It’s coming along great,” Jooheon pipes up suddenly, resting a hand on Hoseok’s knee. The touch causes the older to jolt ever so slightly. Hoseok glances over towards the glass door. It’s got a frosted-over sort of design, so it isn’t as if anyone could see in… but, they’re still at the company building, after all. Hoseok bites questioningly on his lower lip, his own self-doubts filling him. He looks back at the computer screen but remains still, though his eyes begin to water at the corners.

“Hyung? Hyung, what’s wrong?” Jooheon asks gently, moving even closer than before. Hoseok bites even harder on his lip, and Jooheon worries for a moment that he may end up drawing blood.

“Thorry, Heonney,” he mutters, seeming embarrassed for whatever reason. He turns away for a moment to retrieve a tissue from the far corner of his desk, and the younger is left confused. He’s seen Hoseok cry plenty of times before, so why is he apologizing now? He tightens his grip on the older’s leg, as if prompting him for an explanation. Hoseok breathes in deeply, trying to somehow fight off the tears, but both men know it won’t work.

“I… I’m jutht tho t-tired…” Hoseok stutters out, his emotions getting the better of his lisp. Tears fall more quickly now, and he whirls about in his swivel chair to hide his face in the younger’s lap. “I’ve been working on so m-many things for days now, and I can’t even think of why anymore! It isn’t l-like the c-company will ever use these songs! I’m n-never g-gonna be allowed to produthe for an-n-nother group!!!”

Jooheon chews on his cheek, his hands instinctively petting at the older man’s purple locks. He looks up to the ceiling, just letting Hoseok cry out all his frustrations for a moment.

It’s an issue that’s come up before, but Jooheon could’ve sworn Hoseok was over it by now. He works so hard, has been at this for so long, that sometimes Hoseok wonders if he’ll ever be able to achieve his dream. Jooheon just knows he will, as he’s assured him before, but the emotional hyung can get quite downtrodden when the company keeps him in one place for too long.

He lets Hoseok cry and cry until his shoulders stop shaking and his breathing comes out more evenly before saying anything. And, when the older finally does recollect some semblance of composure, Jooheon knows just the thing to bring a smile to his face.

“Wanna get some ramyeon, hyung~?”

Hoseok sniffles, the smallest of grins lighting up his tear-streaked visage, and he nods adamantly. Jooheon chuckles knowingly, and nods himself before standing. Hoseok hastily wipes at his face and sniffs up whatever tears are left threatening to flow as he takes Jooheon’s offered hand and follows him out of the studio.

“Anything you need, Minhyuk-ssi?” Kihyun asks kindly, watching as his same-age friend overly-dramatically writhes in pain on his bunk. He’d claimed a bout of nausea earlier, but Kihyun had disregarded as the other had described it as him being ‘about to puke my guts up’. Now, it seems, he should’ve listened to him.

Minhyuk pouts up at him sleepily, his face barely visible through the mountain of fluffy blankets on his bed.

“… It feels so distant when you call me that…” he mumbles sadly. He then turns away, grumbling out a small, “Just give me Heonney.” Kihyun purses his lips confusedly for a moment, unsure why the man would only want honey, before he realizes what he means… or, rather, who he means.

He nods in understanding, and leaves the room, already on a hunt for the rapper.

“Jooheonney!” Kihyun calls out, glancing around the dorm. The man in question pops his head out of the nearest bathroom, bits of shaving cream littering his face and a questioning light in his small eyes. Kihyun merely nods towards their shared bedroom while saying, “Just try not to catch whatever Minhyuk-ah has, okay? He wants you to cuddle with him. Get him anything he needs, I’m going to the store to get medicine.”

Jooheon nods dutifully and pauses only a moment to wipe the remaining cream off his face before leaving the bathroom and dutifully shuffling off. He’d only just gotten back picking up Hoseok’s spirits, but now, it seems, he’ll be spending his evening taking care of yet another one of his boyfriends.

Not that he particularly minds, granted. He’d much rather take care of his hyungs than play a video game any day.

He enters the room after giving a small knock, and opens the door to find Minhyuk pouting over at him with the most pitiful expression he’s ever seen. He can’t help but chuckle ever so slightly before complying. Jooheon lies down next to his most boisterous hyung, and opens his arms for Minhyuk to slip into. The older quickly accepts the invitation, sliding forward and wrapping his own arms around the rapper’s waist as his thin frame is encircled in warmth.

“Ahhhh,” Minhyuk sighs contentedly, his voice nothing more than a mere whisper. “My sweet Heonney… Thank you for taking care for me in my time of need~” Jooheon chuckles under his breath, carding his fingers through the older’s hair.

“Anytime, hyung,” he replies.

Soon enough, Minhyuk is already asleep, but Jooheon stays where he is for the time being. It’s his first time to have a moment to breathe and relax for the past couple weeks… and it couldn’t be any more relaxing to have one of his boyfriends in his arms in this moment.

Kihyun returns to the dorm as quickly as he can, knowing he ought to have medicine in Minhyuk’s system as soon as possible. However, once he does manage to get to their room, he finds his sick bandmate already asleep, passed out and curled up in Jooheon’s arms. He sighs in half-exasperation, half-adoration, as he takes in the heartwarming sight. The sound draws Jooheon’s attention to him, and earns a fond smile.

The vocalist nods towards the hall, and Jooheon nods in understanding. He disentangles himself from Minhyuk’s surprisingly strong hold, and follows Kihyun from the room, softly closing the door behind him to give Minhyuk utmost privacy.

Both men walk silently to the living room, and Kihyun sits down on the black sectional with a tired sigh. Jooheon sits beside him, scooting as close as possible. He hugs Kihyun round the middle and rests his head on the older man’s shoulder, pouting a little in concern at the obvious tension in his body.

“We can’t afford to have anyone getting sick right now,” Kihyun mumbles, his small form remaining rigid in Jooheon’s hold. “We especially can’t afford some epidemic sweeping through the dorm… You and Kkungie should sleep in the other room tonight. I’ll stay in our room with Minhyuk-ah to help him through the worst of this.”

“We don’t want you getting sick, either, hyung,” Jooheon comments. His hands slide up Kihyun’s sides, and rest on his shoulders. He slowly begins kneading at the man’s tense muscles, watching for the signs that older is finally relaxing. “I should stay with him, since I’ve already spent the most time with him in his condition. So, I’m already done for if it’s contagious. You sleep with Hyunwoo-hyung in his bunk, and Kkungie can bunk with Hoseok-hyung. I’ll be fine in our room.”

Kihyun’s eyes flutter shut in the prettiest of ways, his eyelashes brushing over his pale skin, as he slowly but surely unwinds under the younger’s touch.

“I can’t ask you to do that, dongsaeng,” Kihyun chuckles, though his want to take the younger up on his offer is apparent in his tone. Jooheon chuckles knowingly, pausing in his makeshift massage to give the older a small peck on the cheek.

“It’s already decided, hyung,” he tells him, leaving no room for argument. “You’re exhausted enough as is. Just leave it to me.” Kihyun laughs under his breath, his eyes opening to stare lovingly at the rapper beside him. He sets a hand on Jooheon’s thigh to give him a grateful squeeze, and finally concedes in a small nod.

“I’ll go cook dinner, at least,” Kihyun tells him, pulling away. Jooheon immediately bounces up, aiming to help. Kihyun notes his eagerness to cook with him, and doesn’t have the heart to turn him down, despite it being a simple kimchi stew. So, he merely takes Jooheon’s hand in his, and they walk to the kitchen.

Three days later, Minhyuk has gotten over his stomach bug with the miraculous help of the main rapper, and he’s returned to full strength. So, Jooheon finds himself onset for a photoshoot. He’s there to offer Hyungwon some moral support as the older coolly stares off into the distance amongst flashing lights and clicking cameras.

Honestly, the sight is enough to take Jooheon’s breath away. A feeling that worsens, admittedly, when Hyungwon vacantly stares at him throughout the shoot.

The modelesque older bows to the photographer suddenly, the motion pulling Jooheon out of his daze, and walks towards the rapper. Jooheon gives him a bright smile, but its only met with a defeated sort of sigh, and the younger’s immediately concerned. He follows the taller into the makeshift dressing room, and sits on the creaky stool beside his styling chair the makeup artists typically use.

“I’m starting to wonder what the point is,” Hyungwon admits before Jooheon even has to ask. He reclines his head against the chair and closes his eyes against the harsh lighting, his plump lips contorting in a frown. “I’m not an idol, not really. I’m not that great of a singer, which is why Starship doesn’t give me more lines… I should’ve just stayed a model back in the old days…”

“Where’s this coming from?” Jooheon asks confusedly, his brow creasing in dismay. Hyungwon’s usually so sure of himself, of his place in the group, that his words are a bit of a shock to the younger.

“I’ve just been thinking a lot lately,” his hyung replies vaguely. Jooheon purses his lips, shaking his head adamantly before he even speaks.

“Wonnie-hyung, you belong with us,” he begins, his voice practically dripping with sincerity. “This group wouldn’t be the same without you. You’re talented, way more talented than you obviously think, and much more than just a pretty face.” Hyungwon chuckles lightly, and reaches over blindly to grasp onto one of Jooheon’s hands. He squeezes it ever so slightly, as if in silent gratitude.

“You’re so cute when you’re defiant, Jooheonney,” he breathes out, earning a ‘hmmph’ of protest from the younger. Though, he can’t help but smile, glad to see the obvious shift in Hyungwon’s thoughts.

He just hopes the older will remember what he’s said.

After separating from Hyungwon at the end of the shoot, Jooheon decides to make his way to Changkyun’s studio. The maknae’s been working diligently on some new tracks, and he’d asked for the older to come by when he got a chance to give his opinion. Jooheon absolutely loves that the younger cherishes his feedback so much, even though he’s sure Changkyun’s stuff is more than enough for what the company’s asked for.

The walk is short, thankfully, from the photoshoot location, and soon enough Jooheon is knocking on Changkyun’s door. The maknae excitedly pulls him in, and only a moment later he’s sitting on the couch and listening to one of the man’s songs.

Changkyun seems overly nervous to play it for him, and he can’t help but become more and more focused on the younger rapper than on the song itself. He forces himself to zero in on the beat, though, as that had been what the maknae had asked him over for. It’s then that his ears catch the snippet of a lyric, and his heart pounds loudly in his chest.

“I came in with no hopes of escape, to y’all who despised me with no mercy.”

Jooheon smacks his lips, shifting in his seat nervously. He listens more and more, and notices the reoccurring phrase ‘no mercy’ over and over… It’s obvious he’s referencing how he had come onto the debut survival program what seems like a lifetime ago, and how Jooheon and the others had hated him upon their first meeting.

Even though they’re all past it and can talk about it openly now, it still makes Jooheon—and the other members, for that matter—ashamed for how coldly they had treated Changkyun in the beginning. The older man now can’t really believe the maknae is writing a song about it, though.

The song in question comes to an end, and Jooheon is quiet for a good minute or so before Changkyun gets nervous enough to break the silence.

“Hyung? Um… Was it… Was it okay?” Jooheon smacks his lips thoughtfully, trying to sort through all the guilt that had come back up because of the song.

“Yeah, it was great,” Jooheon replies, his voice a bit thick. He tries for a small laugh, nervously running a hand through his white hair as he adds, “I’m guessing this isn’t for the next album…”

“I, um,” Changkyun mutters, anxiously playing with the ends of his sleeves, “I actually wrote it for you. Well, you and the rest of the hyungs. I want it to be a kind of anniversary present for next year… I wanted it to be a surprise, but I needed a second opinion on it and I always ask you for that, so—”

“Kkungie,” Jooheon says, laughing to himself. He gestures for his dongsaeng to come closer. Changkyun easily complies, rolling over in his desk chair before leaving it to sit in Jooheon’s lap. Jooheon only wraps his arms around the younger’s waist and squeezes him comfortingly. The man squirms to get a bit closer, kneading his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I think it’s a great idea,” Jooheon assures him, smiling genuinely up at him. Changkyun’s eyes widen, honestly a bit surprised. He’d expected for his hyung to be the voice of reason, to tell him that it’d only make the others sad on such a happy occasion and that he shouldn’t do it. He hadn’t thought that the older would ever approve.

“… Really?” he asks meekly, sounding much more hopeful than intended. It’s so hopeful, in fact—like a child whose just been told he gets to have the last piece of cake—that Jooheon can’t help but laugh against and nuzzle his head against the maknae’s shoulder. He pulls away to nod, his eyes shining up at his one and only dongsaeng. Changkyun giggles a little under his breath, launching himself forward despite the close distance to hug him gratefully.

“Thank you, hyung~!” he chirps sweetly. Jooheon can only pat his back in return. Changkyun hums at the touch, and separates himself from the older to give him a grateful kiss. Jooheon laughs airily after, a hand still running up and down Changkyun’s spine like he knows the younger likes.

“Was that all you wanted me to hear?” Jooheon asks after a moment of just staring fondly into each other’s eyes. Changkyun nods his response, and moves suddenly out of the older’s arms only to offer out a hand.

“Let’s go home, hyung,” he tells him, and Jooheon doesn’t even hesitate to take him up on the offer, the tiring week he’s had beginning to catch up with him.

When the two arrive at the dorm, they find the others all hunkered down on the sectional in a cuddle pile with a movie playing on the television. They instantly make enough room for their two rappers in the middle, and Jooheon eagerly sits beside Kihyun as Changkyun takes up the gap to his left, next to Hyunwoo.

“Our Jooheonney looks so tired~” Kihyun coos gently, opening his arms to the younger. Jooheon hums cutely in his throat, pouting a bit for emphasis as he snuggles as close as humanly possible to the main vocalist. Hoseok whines a little, and gets up only to sit down on the floor in between Jooheon’s legs. Hyungwon lies across Minhyuk and Kihyun’s laps, his head easily reaching Jooheon’s lap due to his long body.

Jooheon’s eyes begin to fall shut on their own, the warm feeling of love for these men surrounding him only emphasizing his own drowsiness. He feels Kihyun’s fingers begin to card through his soft hair, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feeling.

No matter how much Jooheon needs to do for each of his boyfriends on a weekly basis, he wouldn’t trade this for all the world~

#kpop fanfic #polyamory #polyships #fulfilled prompt #fulfilled request #monsta x fanfic #monsta x #jooheon #monsta x jooheon #lee jooheon #one shot #ot7 #sick fic

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scintillating-galaxias · 5 years ago

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give ‘em hell, darling

Chapter Four—Step 3

The Plan begins to fall apart.

(Read it here on ao3!)

Aziraphale’s cell was empty aside from him for what felt like days. Months, maybe, or just an hour. However much time had passed; all he could think about through it all was Earth. He’d told Crowley—oh, how he missed his one true friend!—to give them Hell, but he was not-so-secretly hoping he wasn’t making too large of a mess of the place. There was only one London, after all. Or perhaps, without Aziraphale to anchor him to one spot, Crowley was roaming about the Earth, causing as much chaos as he desired. If this was the case, then Aziraphale rectified the previous statement to now say, “There was only one Earth, after all.”

He’d taken to pacing around the perimeter to take his mind off of his worries. Occasionally, bouts of frustration and anger, at Uriel, at himself, at all of Heaven, rendered him motionless and stiff with fury and he had to remind himself, Crowley was waiting for him. He had promised to come back; therefore, he would come back.

Easy, angel, he’d probably say, and a spike of loneliness drove through Aziraphale’s gut, and off he would go worrying all over again, and off he would go pacing all over again.

This cycle went on for a long, long time.

Eventually, Aziraphale had memorized the number of paces it took to circle the room, had recited multiple of his favorite books to himself to stave off his restlessness, even tried his hand at sleeping, which only brought him shadowy, vague dreams of voices calling out to him behind endless curtains, and so he did not attempt it a second time. He tried not to think too much about Earth lest he be consumed by nostalgia and a bone-deep yearning for home.

Finally, he stopped to stare down at his feet. No one was coming for him. And though he was confident he would escape, he did not know when exactly that would be. He looked to the sigils on the walls. He had little personal use for them aside from the communication portal in his shop. Most of what he remembered about them was from the Early Days. No human book on Earth had the correct directions to create a real, working sigil, so he had no way to brush up on something he’d learned eight thousand years ago.

But that was no real concern. Aziraphale, if a somewhat lousy angel, was still devastatingly intelligent. He deemed no part of his life unnecessary and did not discard a single minute. He stored away every single day in a box-shaped memory and placed them in what was essentially a cubbyhole in his mind, waiting to be taken down and reopened again. All that was left was a relatively simple task of walking himself all the way down to the beginning.

He did that, and sure enough, he found the times he had had that knowledge sewn into his being. And then it was clear the sigils had a lot of threatening decorative flair to them, but otherwise were basic holding and repression sigils designed to prevent him from using his powers. One was made to reinforce the walls in case he—what, punched his way out? Either way, their meanings were not shocking in any capacity, but having a basic understanding made the sigils a whole lot less threatening. It was a bit like seeing an unnerving shape in the dark that is vaguely humanoid, but when one gathered the courage to shine a light on it, it ended up being a tree stump or an oddly shaped rock.

Aziraphale had just relaxed when his ears popped rather painfully.

“How’s this place been treating you?”

Aziraphale felt like a switch had been flipped. One moment a current of cautious optimism buoyed him, the next he was desperately struggling to keep himself from screaming.

“Gabriel,” he said coldly, refusing to turn around, “to what do I owe the honor?”

He heard Gabriel grin. “What do you think?” Footsteps came closer to him, dulled and weakened by the nature of the room. “I made it myself.”

Aziraphale tightened his jaw and finally turned to meet Gabriel’s falsely sunny smile. “What do you want, Gabriel. You’re not here for pleasantries.”

The smile slid right off of Gabriel’s face. In its place, an unfriendly scowl soured his handsome visage. “You need to do us a favor,” he said, clipped.

“Do I now?” Aziraphale twiddled his thumbs. “I do apologize, but you caught me at a bad time. I’m quite busy at the moment.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Oh, but I am. I’m reading, you see.”

“What?”

“These sigils—they’re quite well done, is all,” Aziraphale replied chipperly. “I doubt you have a scrap of artistic prowess, so pass on my appreciation to dear Michael, but they’re fascinating to look at. Really.”

Gabriel’s violet eyes darkened to a nasty bruise-purple. “Enough with the chit chat. Either you can listen to me, or you can be left here to die.” He spread his hands. “It’s an obvious choice to me, but”—he sucked in a breath his teeth—“between you and me, you make a lot of stupid decisions.”

The dangerously powerful temptation to tell Gabriel to stuff it up his arse was mighty, but through the sort of class maintained through diligence forged in himself over the centuries, Aziraphale resisted. Crowley would be disappointed. Perhaps another time.

He warily side-eyed Gabriel, then carefully asked, “What do you want from me?”

“Advice.”

Aziraphale had opened his mouth furiously, and now it snapped shut with a clack of his teeth. “Come again?”

“The new agents we have been sending to Earth in your place are, hm. Struggling,” he said tersely, as though each word physically pained him to say. “The Council would appreciate some insight.”

Inwardly, Aziraphale sighed in relief. At least his foresight had been correct up to this point. Another angel had indeed been sent down to replace him. Multiple angels, if he’d heard correctly.

“If you don’t mind me ask—what sort of struggles are you encountering?”

“Earth has not been—how should I say this—welcoming.”

“I understand that. What exactly is happening that has forced you to come to me?”

“It’s just not working out.”

Good Lord. Aziraphale closed his eyes for a few seconds, inhaled deeply, and then reopened them.

“I’m afraid I’m not following.” Aziraphale raised his eyebrows conspiratively. “Perhaps you could show me?”

Aziraphale had precisely zero hope of that working. However, Gabriel appeared to be at his (very short) wit’s end and sharply jerked his wrist. Aziraphale felt a swooping sensation one would feel when driving down a sharp downgrade in the road, only throughout his whole body. It took him a few seconds to reorient himself and straighten out his coat; his wrists had not yet been freed from their cuffs. When he finished, he looked up.

Before him were the three other Archangels, Uriel, Michael, and Sandalphon, and one angel Aziraphale did not recognize. They were all standing in front of the massive globe of the Earth, muttering furtively. The tension weighing down the air was almost palpable.

Michael caught sight of him, and briskly made her way towards him. “Why is this happening,” she demanded. Aziraphale blinked impassively.

“Gabriel did not inform me of details,” he said honestly. “What appears to be the problem?”

He studied the other angel, who was studiously not looking at him. They’d probably been in the crowd that day, and it showed: their posture was impossibly stiff, as though someone had fused his spine with a metal pole, and their breast was puffed out like it was the bow of a foolhardy ship ready to crash its way through any storm-tossed sea, yet their flinty gray eyes practically frothed with apprehension.

“Let us play a small game,” said Sandalphon. His head was gleaming with sweat, which worried Aziraphale because if an Archangel was sweating when they typically do not even have sweat glands, something was tremendously wrong. “Principality Aziraphale, I would like you to guess how many angels we have sent down to Earth since you were sentenced to imprisonment.”

Aziraphale hesitated. “That depends. How long was I imprisoned?”

They told him.

“A year?” Aziraphale felt his heart drop right down to his shoes. But that—He’d meant to come back much sooner! How could he have spent a year pacing around in that jail cell!

“One Earth year,” confirmed Sandalphon. “Now. Do you have a guess?”

Aziraphale tried to run some numbers through his scrambled mind.

Obviously, they’d picked out one angel already. He could only assume something had happened to that one, but when exactly, he could only speculate. He recalled one other time when another angel who was not, surprisingly, any of the Archangels, had come to deliver a message to him. They had been crushed flat by a horse carriage. If that was the sort of “unwelcome” receival Gabriel mentioned—no, that time must have been a fluke—

“Erm? I-I’m not sure. Forty? Thirty. It must be less, yes? No?” Aziraphale caught Sandalphon’s positively murderous expression. “Oh, dear.”

“One hundred and forty-five,” he said flatly. “One hundred and forty-five angels in the past year either were discorporated or turned in their resignation within two weeks. The singular outlier made it two months before provoking the demon Crowley and ultimately discorporated after a short skirmish.”

Aziraphale frowned. That didn’t sound right, either. Although Crowley boasted of blending his plants in his garbage disposal when the misbehaved to invoke fear, Crowley also happened to be an extraordinarily shoddy liar when it came to Aziraphale. Crowley did not kill unless absolutely necessary. He didn’t want the children to die at the Ark, and he didn’t want to kill the Antichrist. If one were to ask, ‘What about the holy water? And the Nazi’s?’ that whole debacle with Ligur and the holy water had left Crowley shaken and extremely skittish around clear liquids for months. And the Nazis were Nazis. That should be explanation enough.

“May I ask what happened?” Aziraphale asked doubtfully.

Sandalphon sighed and miracled a clipboard overstuffed with papers into existence. With another tedious sigh, he flicked back to about halfway through the stack and read, “The angel Asteroth was deployed to London on the twelfth of August, 2018. One month and eight days into her deployment, she attempted to enter a bookshop—your bookshop,” he amended, sneering, “where the demon Crowley was found to be lying in wait. She drew her holy blade to dispose of him, but, according to her, as she was doing so, it struck an old bookshelf and, quote, ‘seriously up the books.’ The demon appeared upset and told her, ‘He’s going to eviscerate you for that. Best if I do it,’ before dropping a modified paperweight on her head and breaking her neck.”

Aziraphale, who had a brilliant surge of fondness for Crowley rush through him like a tidal wave—had he been staying at the bookshop all this time?—coughed to avoid a sharp burst of laughter.

“That is… unfortunate,” he said as sincerely as he could. And absolutely bloody hysterical. Not that Aziraphale found the discorporation of any angel funny, but for all the fuss Heaven made and torment they put him through by making him the unholy beacon of Heaven, they had no clue how to properly go about Earth (and Crowley) without the one angel who knew better. It was like building a railroad that ended directly off a cliff.

“Indeed,” Michael said gravely. “Our corporeal form department has not seen this much work since the Heavenly War.”

The new angel now appeared to be regretting accepting whatever exactly it was that Michael told them.

Aziraphale regained control of himself. “So, erm… what exactly do you want me to do about it?”

“We want you to oversee our performances and tell us exactly what we are doing wrong,” said Gabriel. “There’s absolutely no reason this should be happening.”

“I see.”

“Observe,” said Sandalphon, gesturing to where Uriel and Michael were speaking to the new angel.

“You’ve made the necessary preparations, Arael?” Uriel was saying.

“Yes,” firmly replied the angel. “I’ve insured my etiquette is inoffensive, my human body as neutral as possible, and I read the brochure on London’s Do’s and Don’ts.” They furrowed their brow. “It was… interesting.”

“Excellent,” said Michael. “I’m sure your arrival will be… better received.”

Aziraphale bit back a scathing exclamation. If their Earth 101 course was one long, convoluted lesson that could be summarized as “be nice”, it was no wonder why everything was going so poorly!

“Is that all?” he asked against his better judgment. “Are those the ‘preparations’ you’ve given to every single one of those angels?”

Uriel and Michael turned to him. Michael raised her eyebrows. “Is it incorrect?” she said.

He gestured distraughtly the best he could with the way his wrists are bound together. “Humans are much more than just saying nice things to them! They are complicated creatures—”

“It won’t present any issues,” said Arael such overblown confidence, Aziraphale could not stop the roll of his eyes. “I will guide them back to the right path if they choose to display ignorance and hate.”

“No! They don’t like that either!” Aziraphale exclaimed. “You won’t find a single Londoner who’ll take a minute out of his day to listen for someone to lecture—”

“I’m the one being dispatched,” snapped Arael. “You were the one strayed too far from Her path. I know what I’m doing.”

Aziraphale scoffed. “You are the one hundred and forty-sixth angel. Please enlighten me; what makes you think you’re so different from the other one hundred and forty-five?”

“You’re both being childish,” interrupted Michael. “We’re wasting time. Who knows what waste that demon lays while we stand around here and argue? We must get on with it.”

Gabriel placed an unfriendly hand on Arael’s padded shoulder. “Well? Off you go, then.”

“Of course.” Arael nodded stiffly, touched the globe, and was whisked away in a cloud of gray.

“And now we wait,” said Gabriel with a strained grin.

“For what—”

A bolt of lightning silenced him, and Arael reappeared on the ground in a bleeding heap.

“That,” said Uriel.

“Erm,” said Aziraphale.

“Arael.” Michael somehow encapsulated the tone of motherly patience that was barely holding its ground in its losing battle against the fury of a thousand suns in that one word. “It has been exactly nine Earth seconds since your deployment to Earth.”

“It’s so much worse than we thought,” mumbled poor Arael, shivering.

Aziraphale knelt down and helped their shaking heavenly form to their feet, murmuring, “Up you go, excellent, just like that…” The other Archangels did not move an inch, choosing instead to click their tongues and look disappointed.

“They’re everywhere,” continued Arael in a haunted tone. They listed dangerously, and Aziraphale hastily righted them while attempting to repress the bleeding. The Archangels shared a look betwixt themselves. “I can’t—I can’t do it. I was discorporated within ten steps.”

“Would you mind telling us what happened?” asked Gabriel with a very plasticky look of concern. “For future references, I’m sure you’d understand.”

“You can’t send another down there!” gasped Arael, and alright, maybe they were being a tad overdramatic. Discorporation was uncomfortable at best, and certainly not permanent. Arael merely had an unfortunate first-time.

“We must. Evil will not rest on its own unless Good is there to stop it,” said Michael. Aziraphale chose not to mention the time Crowley was asleep for a whole century.

Arael bled and swayed for a few more seconds before speaking. “Everywhere I looked, there were great metal beasts with two glowing eyes on the front.” They shuddered. “And they all had four black, round legs that don’t move like any of God’s creature’s should. They spun. They weren’t mentioned in the briefing I was given. I stepped off of the sidewalk, and one immediately charged me. It must have been a new breed of demon,” they concluded.

Ah. Aziraphale immediately understood what had happened and had to stifle a chuckle as the bewilderment growing between the Archangels sky-rocketed. He wasn’t quiet enough and was awarded a particularly nasty look from Michael.

“Poor thing,” she said, pulling Arael none too gently away from Aziraphale. She waved her fingers, and the swaying and stumbling stopped. Another wave and the wounds vanished, as well as the blood. Arael straightened themselves, dazed. Then their face turned glowed—literally—pink in humiliation.

“I—I need to file a report for a new body,” they stammered, rapidly backing away. “If, if you’ll excuse me, of course.”

“Before you go,” cut in Michael. “Tell us, what did this particular demon look like?”

“A 2016 Ford Fiesta,” said Arael, and they hurried away.

The remaining angels stared at Arael’s retreating back until Uriel coughed awkwardly. “That was a new record for shortest visit to Earth.”

“What in Heaven is a ‘Ford Fiesta?’” asked Sandalphon.

“I will pick a few more angels from our queue,” Michael said hurriedly, and she vanished in a flash.

Gabriel turned and caught Aziraphale’s shoulder in a vice grip. “That,” he said, squeezing painfully, “has been happening every. Single. Time. What are we doing wrong? Tell us.”

“What do I know?” said Aziraphale pleasantly, ignoring the growing pressure. “Arael was correct, after all. I’m not fit for the job.”

Gabriel glowered at him, his eyes blazing with a fury that begged to be released and only reined in after Aziraphale was laid to rest. Aziraphale smiled amicably, then squeaked as a knife jabbed into his chin.

“You’re going to do it,” growled Uriel. “Or you’re never going to see your boyfriend again.”

“Ooh, very good Uriel!” said Gabriel, clapping his hands delightedly. “That was—very nice. Now then. Aziraphale.” He smiled thinly. “You will be delivering the briefings. Tell them everything they need to know before they go and get themselves killed again. If we don’t see results, we’ll have to intervene.”

Aziraphale tilted his chin up to spare some distance between his flesh and the tip of the blade. “And if I refuse? You don’t have anyone else like me.”

“You get to go back to your cell for the rest of time. We’ll figure the rest out eventually.”

Incredible. He was being offered quite the variety of choices, wasn’t he. “Fine. I suppose I am forced to accept. Under the conditions”—he caught Gabriel’s glare and hardened his own gaze—“that I am not kept in that cell. I will not attempt to escape to Earth—”

“You can’t, anyway. You’re bound here by the First Laws.”

Ah. That somewhat dampened Aziraphale’s spirits, but at least it was information. He carefully stored it away and made a note to review those laws later. “I see. And the other condition is to have my cuffs removed. I can’t go anywhere anyhow, and they’re serving to be demeaning at this point.”

Uriel and Gabriel shared a dubious look, but it was Sandalphon who cut in. “We accept your current conditions. Is there anything else?”

Aziraphale kept fluttering bubbles of joy tamped down. He knew he could not push it any further, but it felt like a step in the right direction, a step closer to home; a step closer to Crowley.

“No,” he said primly. “That will be all.”

With a reluctant snap of their fingers, Uriel vanished the cuffs. A deep ache of relief spread down as Aziraphale’s spine as his wings were finally allowed to unwind after a year. He flapped them in their plane of existence, wincing as he felt the bones click and pop in complaint. “Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “I accept your offer. I will try to assist to the best of my ability, but I must note that there are no guarantees.”

“Results,” Gabriel insisted. “Something better than nine seconds.”

“I believe I can manage that,” Aziraphale said lightly. “I cannot tell them everything about human cultures from the past six-thousand some years. Humans are complex and wonderfully diverse creatures, and you cannot expect the same things from every single one—”

“It’s not us you should be talking to.” Tremors began to rumble from Aziraphale’s shoes to up his legs. “It’s them.”

He turned just as Michael rounded the corner with at least fifty other angels in tow of all ages and ranks. Some angels who didn’t look a day over twenty walked with one massive, willowy seraph who was bringing up the rear, which Aziraphale could not help but be extremely confused about. They were all chattering excitedly, but upon seeing Aziraphale, they unanimously silenced themselves and stared blankly.

“Erm,” said Aziraphale. “Hello.”

A few of them murmured back, “Good day,” and one even managed a, “Hi.”

Aziraphale smiled encouragingly at the unsure shuffling and side-eyes. “I suppose we’ll make this our first lesson, hm? Does that sound okay? Lovely. Most humans would appreciate a response, a ‘hi,’ ‘hello,’ ‘how do you do,’ even if you”—he bobbed his head once—“simply nod. Now. Let us try that again. Hello!”

All at once, fifty angels cried, “Hello!” so loudly, the glass window nearby developed a crack. It was shocked by this development, and, believing itself to be fatally wounded, fell apart.

Aziraphale blinked once, and then very quietly sighed, “Oh, dear.”

It looked like he had his work cut out for him.

#good omens #good omens fanfic #aziraphale #uriel #sandalphon #gabriel (good omens)#michael (good omens)#the archange #angel oc's #my writing #gehd

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itsudemoyoshiwara · 7 years ago

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[2011/10/19 21:23] Ilta turns half way, looking towards the door as Callista walks in. She waves, smirking a bit; her ears perking up. "I see ya finally made it. Ya got yer shit together? Ya ready for this intense study session?" The word intense makes her giggle a bit, her eyes instantly on her student's chest again. "And I see ya dressed warmly t'day too. S'good," she says somewhat disappointedly with a nod. No boobies for ilta. D: [2011/10/19 21:25] Bloody Visage is Offline [2011/10/19 21:26] Callista Macbain made her way into the classroom, and immediately smiled when she saw Ilta, "Meerrrrr.... erm, Ilta!!" WHY WAS IT SO HARD TO NOT GIVE THEM A TITLE, "Hey, yeah! I made it! I hope you didn't wait to long." She asks, blinking a little as she walked up to her with tea in hand, looking down at her outfit, "Oh, yeah, but it is not like I didn't dress warmly last time." She giggled at that, "Although, it is a bit warm in here..." She says, tugging on the collar of her sweater. [2011/10/19 21:28] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): = 3= [2011/10/19 21:28] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Hrrrmmm? [2011/10/19 21:28] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Your hair doesn't wanna rez so you're like half bald :c It's funny =w= [2011/10/19 21:28] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Hehe. [2011/10/19 21:29] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I'm not one to talk about bald AVs tho [2011/10/19 21:29] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): oh dear XD [2011/10/19 21:29] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): It's mostly rez'd minus this oneeee spot [2011/10/19 21:29] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): burn victim [2011/10/19 21:29] Bloody Visage is Online [2011/10/19 21:32] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): You didn't change ilta's outfit at all! >:O [2011/10/19 21:32] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): AND YOU HAD LIKE 20 MINUTES [2011/10/19 21:32] Ilta pats the space next to her on the way-too-big desk meant for the instructors. She never liked it for anything more than a chair and the occasional place for a cat-nap. (lolol) "Ya didn't make me wait that long, just hope yer ready to learn some of yer past," the mithra says with a grin, continuing to pat the desk next to her like it's an immediate need. Though, she does look pretty confused when she's told she was dressed warmly before. "... Yer kiddin' right? Ya had yer breasties out in the open and ya weren't cold?" With a shake of her head, Ilta laughs a bit. "Yer an odd'n. Whatever. Whatcha know about hyne?" [2011/10/19 21:32] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): D: I WAS READING. I'll change it now I guess o 3o; [2011/10/19 21:32] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): xD [2011/10/19 21:34] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): shit XD" [2011/10/19 21:37] Callista Macbain walked over and hopped up on the desk after Ilta invited her a couple times, "My breasties?" She blushed at that bit, not realizing she was really putting them out there... maybe she was growing after all, "Well, yes... I will admit I am odd." For more reasons than one. She took a sip of her tea and slipped off her scarf, placing it beside her as they started to discuss, "Hyne? Oh, well, from what I've learned, he was a figure of immense power back in ancient times. He was so powerful, many today revere him as some sort of god because he created mankind." She nodded at her answer, thinking it to be adequate. (using that word a lot today >.>) [2011/10/19 21:38] There is no suitable surface to sit on, try another spot. [2011/10/19 21:38] VISTA ANIMATIONS- GIRL3 AO ANIMATED U: Sit override: Off [2011/10/19 21:38] VISTA ANIMATIONS- GIRL3 AO ANIMATED U: New sitting animation: APRSIT1 [2011/10/19 21:38] =IZUMIYA=Stole(Texture change)Chest whispers: Time out! Touch again for change color. [2011/10/19 21:38] VISTA ANIMATIONS- GIRL3 AO ANIMATED U: New sitting animation: crosslegsit [2011/10/19 21:38] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o uo? [2011/10/19 21:38] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Hehe. [2011/10/19 21:38] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD [2011/10/19 21:38] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/19 21:38] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): GO GO GO GO xD [2011/10/19 21:39] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): lol, no cleavage XD [2011/10/19 21:39] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o uo? [2011/10/19 21:39] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): hehe, nvm [2011/10/19 21:39] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): GO EMI!!!! [2011/10/19 21:42] Bonshaqueefalafondria (usagi.snowfall) is Offline [2011/10/19 21:43] Ilta nods, smiling at her answer. Odd, yes, but this girl was impressing her more with every meeting. Polite with a general, or so it seemed, knowledge of her history. The mithra's tail flicks happily as she speaks with some enthusiasm. And by some, I mean a lot. "That's right, but do you know about the hunt for Hyne and the birth of sorcersses?" Her obvious happiness doesn't fade as she awaits her student's answer. :> [2011/10/19 21:43] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): sorceresses* [2011/10/19 21:43] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I can spell :D [2011/10/19 21:44] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Yus :D [2011/10/19 21:44] Bloody Visage is Offline [2011/10/19 21:47] Bonshaqueefalafondria (usagi.snowfall) is Online [2011/10/19 21:48] Callista Macbain blinks a little as she puts a finger to her lip while the thought, "Now, this is where it sort of loses me. He... in a sense, went insane, because mankind changed his world after a sort of slumber. And mankind fought back and Hyne, who was losing... relinquished his power unto several women? I'm... not even sure if that's correct because it doesn't seem to make sense that he would give his enemy his power." She looked at Ilta doubtfully, pushing ehr glasses up by the bridge as those emerald-like eyes gazed at the mithra. Of course, Callista was the to-the-point logical sort. [2011/10/19 21:50] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): she thought* [2011/10/19 21:50] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): not the thought [2011/10/19 21:50] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): the fudge [2011/10/19 21:50] Bloody Visage is Online [2011/10/19 21:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o_o i was reading [2011/10/19 21:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): and forgot [2011/10/19 21:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): my bad [2011/10/19 21:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LOLWAT [2011/10/19 21:52] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): >>; [2011/10/19 21:52] Breadquanda (callista.macbain) pokes [2011/10/19 21:57] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): :O [2011/10/19 21:58] Ilta giggles at her answer, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she continues to display her amusement. "Well, ya kinda got it right but that's not quiiiite how it happened." She turns to Callista, patting the girl on the back lightly. She hadn't actually gotten to cover this subject in class so, it was fun for her, ya know? "Where yer off track is, after he wakes up from his slumber... 'cause he was tired from makin' people 'n stuff, he sees that people have changed his world 'n that they've also gotten big in number." Her smile doesn't seem to fade as she continues, looking out into space with that goofy grin. "So he tries t'throw us off guard by killin' the children. Of course nobody likes it when yer kids are dead so the people revolted 'n started a war. He couldn't exactly fight 'cause people had developed so much and there were too many ov'us by then." The mithra's eyes start to sparkle, it really was an interesting subject! "'N so, he gave up what'e called half his body to the people. But! -- [2011/10/19 22:00] Ilta: That half ended up bein' just his skin. People ended up fightin' over it 'n shit so eventually when that was all over with, the Vascaroon told tha Zebalgas..." Ilta looks to Callista, hoping she's following all this. [2011/10/19 22:01] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): = 3= [2011/10/19 22:01] Callista Macbain was snoring. -v- [2011/10/19 22:02] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XDDDD [2011/10/19 22:04] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): http://cdn.fakku.net/8041E1/c/manga/r/ringxmamaround8_e/images/005.jpg [2011/10/19 22:04] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o uo [2011/10/19 22:04] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): haha [2011/10/19 22:04] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): hahahahahaha [2011/10/19 22:04] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) whispers: "SO DRUNK YOU SEE STUFF." [2011/10/19 22:05] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ROTFL [2011/10/19 22:07] Callista Macbain would nod and sip her cup of tea, following her history lesson. History always intrigued her, whether it was ancient times or more current events, because she always tried to look at the background of it all, "Zelbaga was a sort of powerful leader that was jealous because he got no power from Hyne. So he... got his city ship, Centra, and joined other city ships to form a sort of realm, all to try and destroy Hyne, right?" She tried her best to remember her teachings that her father gave her many years ago, but she was perhaps a bit rusty. [2011/10/19 22:10] Ilta nods, hopping a bit where she sat. "Yes! Exactly! And that's how the hunt for Hyne starts! However, there's also a myth like b'fore he went inta hidin', he gave magical properties to the people who would be hurt th'least: Women." Claming down just a bit, she stretches and gives Callista a little smirk, "You sure ya need tutorin'? Ya seem to know enough." [2011/10/19 22:17] Callista Macbain shakes her head, "No, I do! I have some black spots and... it has been awhile since I studied history. I need to brush back up on it. I love it! Learning about how people thought and what motivations they had to cause such huge events... it's all very interesting to me." She smiled at Ilta, "And... well, you're already my favorite instructor." Which was true, nobody else gave her this sort of attention. Then, when she realized that she was staring at her for... a little too long, she started to blush, and she quickly cleared her throat, "So... uhm... why women? Does anyone know? And what happened after the Realm of Centra was established? I can't quite recall." [2011/10/19 22:22] Tellus Ansar is Online [2011/10/19 22:25] Ilta: "I'll make sure ta tell ya what I know then, since you're so interested." And so the smile fest continues. Being called her favorite instructor brought a small blush to Ilta's face, along with a small, nervous laugh. "Well thank ya... Haha. So uh... Right! Women. Hyne gave women magical pow'r 'cause they were less likely t'be killed by other people, ya know? Hyne's clever like that. Most people see women as weak 'n what have ya. Makes a lotta sense, especially for th'time." Ilta nods, looking a bit more serious now, "Also, bein' magical women, I'm sure ya can tell where sorceresses came from. It's rare though so, women were still th'better pick." [2011/10/19 22:30] ﾌiℓℓiє (jillian.ireman) is Offline [2011/10/19 22:32] Bonshaqueefalafondria (usagi.snowfall) is Offline [2011/10/19 22:33] Callista Macbain gave Ilta a curious look though said nothing at first, her head turning down to look at her hand... actually, the shadow of her hand... she wondered... she blinked a little and shook herself out of a daze, going to sip her tea but realizing there was none left, she placed the empty cup on the desk and focused her attention on Ilta again, "I see a lot of women with magic today. Actually, just a lot of people in general. How could you tell if one is a sorceress or not anymore?" [2011/10/19 22:35] Ilta laughs as she shrugs, looking a bit uncertain, "Uhm. Not really shur what'ta say on that... I guess it's a matter'a magical intensity?" [2011/10/19 22:35] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): = 3= [2011/10/19 22:35] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): hehe, stumped [2011/10/19 22:37] Callista Macbain tilts her head a little at Ilta, "What about you? Do you know magic, Ilta?" She decided to get a little more personal with her, a small smile showing on her face. [2011/10/19 22:38] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): what class even is Ilta o.o [2011/10/19 22:38] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Gunner xD [2011/10/19 22:38] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): xD [2011/10/19 22:38] Honey Martiel has locked his/her VIII Roleplay Combat Simulator vβ1.0! [2011/10/19 22:38] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): = u= [2011/10/19 22:38] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LVL 35 KICKASSER [2011/10/19 22:39] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): loooooool [2011/10/19 22:39] Honey Martiel has unlocked his/her VIII Roleplay Combat Simulator vβ1.0! [2011/10/19 22:42] Ilta snickers, "Just'a bit. Nothin' fancy." Her magic was very... limited. Raising an arm, she pats her bicep. "I like m'gun, though I'm not really one for fightin' much. I pre'fer t'keep away 'n stealth all that shit ya know?" Stretching again, she seemingly scoots closer to Callista. Her tail flicks happily as she playfully leans over, her head almost touching the girl's shoulder, "How bout you? Ya int'a magic 'n all that? Or ya a kickasser, eh?" [2011/10/19 22:46] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) whispers: The cats are on either side of my legs :| [2011/10/19 22:46] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I HAVE BEEN LE TRAPPED :| [2011/10/19 22:46] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ROTFL [2011/10/19 22:46] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): My cats use to do that to me ALL THE TIME [2011/10/19 22:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): D:< I don't wanna put on pants but I wanna go downstairs to get a soda D: [2011/10/19 22:48] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): WHY [2011/10/19 22:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I need a portalgun [2011/10/19 22:48] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): DO [2011/10/19 22:48] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): YOU [2011/10/19 22:48] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): SAY [2011/10/19 22:48] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): THESE [2011/10/19 22:48] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): THINGS [2011/10/19 22:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o_o [2011/10/19 22:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): DDDD:< [2011/10/19 22:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): CALM DOWN [2011/10/19 22:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/19 22:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I'm not sure XD" [2011/10/19 22:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XDDDD [2011/10/19 22:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I kinda type shit like I have tourettes [2011/10/19 22:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o.x [2011/10/19 22:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): lmao [2011/10/19 22:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): It's endearing [2011/10/19 22:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): But [2011/10/19 22:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): omg [2011/10/19 22:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) will watch what she says LOL [2011/10/19 22:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): the images [2011/10/19 22:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I wanna sleep D: [2011/10/19 22:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): CALM DOWN LOL [2011/10/19 22:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/19 22:50] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): D:< It's cold and I've got basketballshorts on so I need longer pants [2011/10/19 22:50] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Does the more descriptive version make you happy? [2011/10/19 22:50] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD [2011/10/19 22:51] Callista Macbain giggled a little when the mithra patted her bicep all proudly, having the urge to reach out and squeeze it herself but she held back... oh Callista, you're sucha wimp... and suddenly, she didn't realize she was holding her breath when Ilta got all... kitty-cat close, but it's not like she inched away, she sat right where she was, blushing a little as a hand came up to fix her glasses out of nervous habit, "Oh... I know a little bit of... everything. Heh..." She started counting off the different things, "I know magic... fencing... some hand-to-hand combat... running, jumping, climbing... use in firearms... gunblades..." She blinked, stopping herself as she realized she was just going on, and on, and on, "Sorry... I just... know a lot of stuff... mainly because my father was... pretty relentless in training me in as much things as he could." [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Yes [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): it does [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/19 22:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD Okay good. [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): And no [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): at the same time [2011/10/19 22:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Oh god [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/19 22:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): CALM YOURSELF adskfjasld LOL [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): SORRY [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XDDD [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): DON'T WORRY [2011/10/19 22:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): XD I UNDERSTND YOU HAVE NEEDS [2011/10/19 22:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): I WON'T LAY A FINGER ON YOU [2011/10/19 22:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL [2011/10/19 22:52] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): I'm lol'ing so hard XD [2011/10/19 22:53] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): http://fatpita.net/?i=7473 [2011/10/19 22:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): YES [2011/10/19 22:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/19 22:55] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): http://fatpita.net/?i=3902 [2011/10/19 22:56] Breadquanda (callista.macbain) puts Usagi in there [2011/10/19 22:56] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL [2011/10/19 22:56] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): GO EMI [2011/10/19 22:56] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): GOGOGOGOGO [2011/10/19 23:02] Ilta keeps that pose, inching ever closer to Callista due to the laws of gravity. Awww yeah. The mithra just keeps smiling like she's braindead. "Ya sound like ya don't even need ta be here? Why ya even in the Balamb garden 'nyway, miss? There's one in Galbadia, ya know," Ilta purrs. (Not like she's doing it but like... instead of saying it she.. yeah.) Looking over Callista for the first time today, she smirks at the sight of sweater-boobage. No matter what this girl wore, her boobs were always accented huh? Kids these days. "Yer quite the impressive person, Callista." [2011/10/19 23:04] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): You better be making a drawing of this [2011/10/19 23:05] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): scene [2011/10/19 23:05] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD If you want. [2011/10/19 23:05] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I actualy have yet to draw Ilta. [2011/10/19 23:05] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Now's yur chance :D [2011/10/19 23:05] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I turned out all the lights already :c [2011/10/19 23:05] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I will int he morning. [2011/10/19 23:05] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): the* [2011/10/19 23:12] Callista Macbain could feel the warmth of Ilta's closeness, and when she spoke, Callista could feel the hairs stand up at the back of her neck, turning her head slightly to look into the mithra's sparkling eyes, gulping just a little bit, hopefully inconspicuously >_> "Well... it's a long story... and, it's not like I'm perfect. Uhm..." She pushed up her glasses a little as her cheeks grew in rosy color, her expression a bashful one, "...I still have... many flaws I need to work on." Wow, she was really out of her element here. Was it Ilta that was doing this to her? Was is this knotting in her stomach? And why is her eyes flicking up and down Ilta's toned body? She could practically hear her heartbeat now. [2011/10/19 23:13] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): What is this* [2011/10/19 23:13] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): English fail [2011/10/19 23:13] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD [2011/10/19 23:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): 8D [2011/10/19 23:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Lol @ Ilta makin' her all flustered xD [2011/10/19 23:14] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): TOTALLY [2011/10/19 23:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): "WHAT ARE THESE THINGS I'M FEELING :c" "8D Yer kinda cute... Hehehe." [2011/10/19 23:14] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): I'M getting flustered even XDDDDD [2011/10/19 23:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Callista vs Ilta =v= [2011/10/19 23:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD She's not even doin' much [2011/10/19 23:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): I know, but I'm just imagining it and I'm like *melt* [2011/10/19 23:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Haha [2011/10/19 23:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Ilta's way worse than Lumi *u*; On a pervy day. [2011/10/19 23:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Way worse =w= [2011/10/19 23:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Hehe, cattyness [2011/10/19 23:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): But I see her being the caring type in a relationship. [2011/10/19 23:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): And being gentle and all that rot. [2011/10/19 23:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): NOT LIKE EMI AT ALL [2011/10/19 23:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Kidding [2011/10/19 23:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD I was talking to Zack earlier. [2011/10/19 23:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): And somehow his only sexual encounter came up. [2011/10/19 23:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Apparently she just laid there. [2011/10/19 23:16] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Hurrrrrrr [2011/10/19 23:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I don't see how people can just lay there and take it during sex :// It seems like everyone I know does that, so I told him so. [2011/10/19 23:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): 'cause I don't. It's weird that people do that. and he goes, [2011/10/19 23:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): "I know you don't :D you practically raped me" [2011/10/19 23:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): .____. [2011/10/19 23:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) passes the fuck out !! [2011/10/19 23:16] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LMAO [2011/10/19 23:17] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): WTF [2011/10/19 23:17] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XDDDDDDDDDDD [2011/10/19 23:17] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I thought about it, and I diiiiid... [2011/10/19 23:17] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I was really desperate LOL [2011/10/19 23:17] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): SHE LIKES TO TAKE CHARGE! GRRRRRR!!! [2011/10/19 23:17] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I DID. [2011/10/19 23:17] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Now i'm like :| S'whatever. [2011/10/19 23:17] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/19 23:23] Ilta continues to speak in that low, purring tone. Her smirk fades into a bit of a relaxed, but smug expression as she picks up on Callista's nervousness. "Well, we all got flaws don't we? Nothin' we can't overlook, usually." She finally rests her head on Callista's shoulder, though just a bit, her tail falling into a calm sway. "I find ya rather lovely, myself." Oh shit Ilta, you're gonna start hitting on her now? She's your student, you know.... She's pretty hot though. Erp. [2011/10/19 23:23] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): AND SO IT BEGINS. [2011/10/19 23:25] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): :O [2011/10/19 23:26] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): =w= [2011/10/19 23:28] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LMFAO "He's like a walking hardon!" [2011/10/19 23:28] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): hard on* [2011/10/19 23:28] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ROTFL [2011/10/19 23:37] Callista Macbain felt herself freeze up when Ilta rested her pretty little head on her shoulder. Ohhhh, Hyne, why was she feeling this way? One thing her father NEVER taught her about, was intimacy... or bodily communication... (then again, if that were the case, he might've been an incestuous perv). And when Ilta commented on how lovely she was, that when her face grew a bright red, "I... I d-don't know... what to say... I-Ilta." She was -not- expecting this at all... but... did she want it? Oh, dammit Callista, you have no idea what you want anymore! "U-uhm... well... there... are some things that... uhm... I can't overlook... uhm... which is w-why I'm... here." Now it was DEFINITELY getting hot in here, and she went ahead to take off her gloves to try and cool off, but for some reason she knew it wouldn't help. Even though she felt ungodly anxious at the moment, she still wasn't resisting... Ilta was... something else. She never met a person like her before... [2011/10/19 23:42] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): 8D Lol Ilta's lazy charm. [2011/10/19 23:42] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): xddd [2011/10/19 23:42] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ER [2011/10/19 23:42] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XDDDDDDDD [2011/10/19 23:42] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD [2011/10/19 23:42] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Good job. [2011/10/19 23:42] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): indeed [2011/10/19 23:42] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/19 23:43] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Ilta's got the mojo, you [2011/10/19 23:43] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): yo* [2011/10/19 23:46] Ilta moves even closer to Callista, pressing her side lightly against hers. "Ya uncomfortable there, miz Callista? Don't die on me, now." This girl's reactions were golden, too cute even. Ilta begins to walk her fingers slowly up Callista's arm, a smirk returning to her face. "Should I back off and let ya talk?" Oh fuck it. Underage, student... Who cares. Cute girl is cute, even if Ilta isn't particularly interested in girls. :D [2011/10/19 23:47] Ilta totally just wants to add damage to this and disregards what Callista says, her attention completely fixated on this task. [2011/10/19 23:53] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): this is so stupid XD i can't stop reading [2011/10/19 23:54] Callista Macbain now gulped more heavily, her face near completely red, and her whole body was now forming goosebumps from Ilta's touch. Okay, okay, just get a hold of yourself, breathe! BREATHE! Good... now -try- to answer her, "Y-No... I mean... yes! I mean!!!! No!!!!" GIRL, GET IT TOGETHER, "I... you... but..." You're so doomed, "Ilta... I... didn't think I... I mean... what... uhm... are you... thinking?" It was a legitimate question, because for some reason, she didn't want Ilta to back off... it's not like she was interested in girls either... hell, she had a crush on Lek and when it came to Lucien there was... something... but... Ilta... wow, this girl knew how to press her buttons, but not in a bad way. [2011/10/19 23:54] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LOL [2011/10/19 23:54] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Happens to me too [2011/10/19 23:55] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): I wouldn't even be having happy time and I just keep reading all O_O [2011/10/19 23:55] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): But the endings usually leave me fucking depressed [2011/10/19 23:55] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): FUCKING JAPANESE [2011/10/19 23:55] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): MAKING UNREALISTIC SEX DRAMATIC AND SHIT [2011/10/19 23:56] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): RIGHT? [2011/10/19 23:57] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): NO SPINELESS MAN HAS THAT MANY WOMEN ON HIM [2011/10/19 23:57] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): YEAH [2011/10/19 23:57] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): I MEAN LOOK AT ME [2011/10/19 23:57] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): SPINELESS [2011/10/19 23:57] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): AND I DON'T HAVE A HAREM [2011/10/19 23:57] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL @ CALLISTA [2011/10/19 23:57] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XDDD [2011/10/19 23:57] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I'm spineless and I have a fake harem :3 [2011/10/19 23:57] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Inner monologue is fun :D [2011/10/19 23:58] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): IT ISSSSS. [2011/10/19 23:58] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): You're not spineless!! XD [2011/10/19 23:58] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): You're outgoing as FUCK [2011/10/19 23:58] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL [2011/10/19 23:58] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Only in public situations xD [2011/10/19 23:59] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Or when i'm with friends [2011/10/19 23:59] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Romantic stuff is like waaaay at the other end of the spectrum [2011/10/19 23:59] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): :o [2011/10/20 00:00] Breadquanda (callista.macbain) is proud of being in Emi's fake harem ^ 3^ [2011/10/20 00:00] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): >:D [2011/10/20 00:01] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [00:00] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Lol our kids would be readin' books and boardin' like pros?' [00:00] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Our kids would be.... very tan. :< [2011/10/20 00:02] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ROTFLMAO [2011/10/20 00:02] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): 8D [2011/10/20 00:06] Ilta traces Callista's jawline with her finger gently, having made her way up the girl's arm and shoulder. "Ya got a pretty face, too..." Callista's flustered state was all too amusing and brought a quiet laugh from Ilta. "Just lemme know if I needa stop," she purrs again, poking Callista's nose. The question of her thoughs leaves her with her pondering antics as she looks around aimlessly before answering, "What'm ah thinkin'? Eh... I guess that yer pretty cute." Oh if your sister could see you now. [2011/10/20 00:09] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): MAGIC TOUCH LOLOL WHAT [2011/10/20 00:09] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): OMG XD [2011/10/20 00:09] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): SHE HASN'T TOUCHED HER THERE YET [2011/10/20 00:09] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL NO [2011/10/20 00:10] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I was talking about the doujinshi XD [2011/10/20 00:10] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): OH [2011/10/20 00:10] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): rotfl [2011/10/20 00:14] Callista Macbain felt the nerves... ohhhh, the nerves... it made her foot start to shake as she tried to think of what to do... of what to say... but it was all mishmash! MISHMASH I SAY! "W-What... if I told you... I... I didn't... want you... to..." Oh, Hyne... AND she said she was cute... and pretty... "Nobody.. really... t-told me these things... before. I... am... just at a loss of... what to do..." She shut her eyes and tried to concentrate, "And... you're... an Instructor! I... why... but... you..." Talk about confused. [2011/10/20 00:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL [2011/10/20 00:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): "WHY IS MY TEACHER HITTING ON ME AND WHY DO I LIKE IT D:" [2011/10/20 00:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/20 00:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): "DAD, WHAT DO?" [2011/10/20 00:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): EXACTLY [2011/10/20 00:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XDDD [2011/10/20 00:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): "BE A MAN, JUMP THAT SHIT 8D" Jk. [2011/10/20 00:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ROTFL [2011/10/20 00:19] Ilta lifts her head from the girl's shoulder, leaning forward and proping her head in her arm as it rests against her knee. The mithra smiles warmly, her free hand drawing light lines on Callista's thigh. "Then I'd say that I ain't gonna stop then? What kinda question is that, miz Callista? Haha." She glances up to look her student in the face, her hand leaving the girl's leg and cupping her face suddenly. "Ya need ta chillax, lovely. I ain't gonna rape ya where ya sit or nothin'." Ilta couldn't get over the fact that this girl was so interesting and now so easy to tease. What a find. 8D "And even if I'm yer instructor, I ain't that much older than ya, ya know.." [2011/10/20 00:19] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): = 3= [2011/10/20 00:22] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): x3 [2011/10/20 00:22] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Ilta is soooooooooo saucy XD [2011/10/20 00:22] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): 8D [2011/10/20 00:22] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): And you say this is tame XD [2011/10/20 00:22] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL It's tame for Ilta :c [2011/10/20 00:22] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I think it's tame ; n; [2011/10/20 00:22] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): In a sort of. [2011/10/20 00:22] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Sensual way [2011/10/20 00:22] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): ; u; [2011/10/20 00:22] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/20 00:23] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): IT'S FUN TO FLUSTER PEOPLE ajldsfkjasdkfj [2011/10/20 00:23] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): wait [2011/10/20 00:23] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): what is Ilta's eye color [2011/10/20 00:24] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Green o.o [2011/10/20 00:30] Callista Macbain left her mouth gapped open just a little bit as her green eyes peered straight into Ilta's own, seemingly getting lost in them for a moment while the mithra cupped her face, and Callista spoke a few words to her, "Ilta... it's... not... as if I don't... trust you." Because she came to trust the woman very quickly... too quickly, some would say, and Callista wasn't exactly the trusting type... only more evidence that she has perhaps lost her mind, "...but it's just... I've never been..." Her eyes looked down as her head dipped in a timid fashion, "...intimate with anyone." She seemed even a bit ashamed of that fact... being practically a bookworm all her life and controlled by her father at every step... there was never any time. [2011/10/20 00:37] Ilta gives Callista a wide-eyed stare for a moment, taking her hand from her face to suddenly laugh. "What are ya ashamed of girly? Lift ya head up," though Ilta does that for her as she brings her fingers under her chin, lifting her head up. "And if it ain't obvious that ya ain't done nothin' with nobody, then I ain't blonde," she says simply, laughing again after the fact. Patting Calista's shoulder softly, she rests her hand on it and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "Ya need to relax, missy. Or ya gonna get us both in trouble if someone walks in, ya know?" Cause Ilta on Callista with her acting like that might look way more questionable than it already is. She slides her hand down Callista's arm, stopping at her wrist and rubbing the back of the girl's hand with her thumb. "I could stop though, like I said." [2011/10/20 00:37] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): = 3= [2011/10/20 00:37] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I feel like Lek XD [2011/10/20 00:38] Light Traxus (traxus) is Online [2011/10/20 00:39] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): lmao [2011/10/20 00:39] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Just put on a corny song and you nailed it [2011/10/20 00:40] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) whispers: XD [2011/10/20 00:40] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I'm pro like that. [2011/10/20 00:50] Callista Macbain did allow her head to be lifted up when Ilta raised her chin, blinking at her as she spoke, but her body was following the motion of her hand as it slid down her arm... it felt soooo good... her eyes glanced down to their hands, and she turned her hand over to grasp Ilta's hand as a smile, although coy, finally came across her face, whispering softly, "I don't want you to stop." Now she was lightly rubbing Ilta's hand, "This is the first time... in my life... that I have ever felt... wanted." Now she was really gushing her heart out to her... but it felt... great. She seemed a little more relaxed, her mind racing with so many thoughts, but it all concerned Ilta... "Where... is this going to go?" She was never one to dilly-dally... she was a very blunt girl. [2011/10/20 00:52] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL [2011/10/20 00:52] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) whispers: Gonna catch Ilta off guard are we XD? [2011/10/20 00:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Trying XDDD [2011/10/20 01:03] Ilta watches as Callista takes her hand, smiling a bit. "I'm glad. Girl as pretty as ya are, ya should feel wanted." Ilta rests her head on Callista's shoulder again, keeping her gaze fixed on their hands for a bit before sitting up again to stare at her. "G-go?" Ilta's turn to blush, point one for Callista. Said point doesn't last long before Ilta's laughing it off again with that smug look of hers to boot. "If you want it to go somewhere, it can." 8D [2011/10/20 01:03] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Oh god [2011/10/20 01:04] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Callista's asking to get raped D:< [2011/10/20 01:04] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): *3* [2011/10/20 01:04] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I hope you know that. [2011/10/20 01:04] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o: You're using a mesh aren't you o uo I can tell cause it's a shape :DDDD //too lazy to dl new firestorm viewer [2011/10/20 01:05] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): XD yea [2011/10/20 01:05] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): look at the nomnom shorts though [2011/10/20 01:05] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): 8D [2011/10/20 01:05] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): omg XD [2011/10/20 01:05] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD nom. [2011/10/20 01:06] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Mesh doesn't work! [2011/10/20 01:06] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): For me [2011/10/20 01:06] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): So it was just one big glob [2011/10/20 01:06] Light Traxus (traxus) is Offline [2011/10/20 01:07] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): No red hoodie for Lek O: [2011/10/20 01:08] Tripp Scarmon is Online [2011/10/20 01:09] Tripp Scarmon is Offline [2011/10/20 01:10] Light Traxus (traxus) is Online [2011/10/20 01:13] Callista Macbain bit her lower lip lightly as she looked at Ilta while she laid her head on her shoulder... and she closed her eyes and smiled, embracing and enjoying that moment for what it was worth before Ilta suddenly poked her head back up again, and Callista's eyes shot back open looking at her, "Well... I... I mean... you... uhm..." Back to being at a loss for words again, huh, Callista? Breathe! "Nevermind... just... lay your head back on my shoulder... please..." She says with a small smile, keeping their hands clasped as she rubbed Ilta's with her thumb. [2011/10/20 01:13] Tellus Ansar is Offline [2011/10/20 01:13] Light Traxus (traxus) is Offline [2011/10/20 01:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): XD [2011/10/20 01:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): That's what I thought LOL [2011/10/20 01:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): DUN OFFER IF YA CAN'T GIVE IT, CALLISTA >8D AHAHAHA [2011/10/20 01:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Of course, Ilta takes it the wrong way [2011/10/20 01:14] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD [2011/10/20 01:14] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ROTFL [2011/10/20 01:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): "Where is this going to go?" <relationship> "SEX WHAT? WE CAN SEX IF YOU WANT 8D" [2011/10/20 01:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XDDDD [2011/10/20 01:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) passes the fuck out !! [2011/10/20 01:15] Light Traxus (traxus) is Online [2011/10/20 01:15] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): "*facepalms* Blondes..." [2011/10/20 01:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOLOL [2011/10/20 01:15] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): She's an elder Kissaelain sister. Her brain is in her pants. [2011/10/20 01:16] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): INDEED [2011/10/20 01:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): 8D [2011/10/20 01:16] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LADYBONER [2011/10/20 01:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): TOTALLY [2011/10/20 01:16] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Well that and we established she's in heat or something loool [2011/10/20 01:16] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): looooooool [2011/10/20 01:16] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Must be if she's straight and hitting on a cutie like Callista :3 [2011/10/20 01:18] Light Traxus (traxus) is Offline [2011/10/20 01:19] Ilta looks totally smug as Callista struggles for words, feeling like she totally won some battle if there was such a thing going on. "Heh." Patting her shoulder, she looks over to Callista with the same smug look , "You could 'lways rest yer head on my shoulder, ya know. Like I said, I ain't gonna rape ya where ya sit." Unless Callista asked again. Though, maybe she wasn't asking for that? Naaaaah... Waiting for her response, Ilta watches their hands again with a smile, nudging the girl next to her slightly. "I'm pretty sure we can't tell 'nybody about this. Maybe yer friends but nobody who'd blab to another instructor, ya know?" Such a disheartening though. Getting in trouble for messin' around with a girl who looks like she's your age. What a fate. [2011/10/20 01:20] Ilta accepts Callista's relationship request, though. If there was one. ;D Or it's implied in the least. Oh my. [2011/10/20 01:21] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): http://fatpita.net/?i=11853 [2011/10/20 01:22] Callista Macbain more like ACTS Ilta's age. :3 Though quite inexperienced. [2011/10/20 01:22] Ilta: "YER TITS SAY OTHERWISE, MISSY." -v- [2011/10/20 01:23] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): O_O [2011/10/20 01:25] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): 8D [2011/10/20 01:26] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD Btw, Lek's somehow completely convinced Lumi otherwise. [2011/10/20 01:26] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): what? [2011/10/20 01:26] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): lol, about what? [2011/10/20 01:26] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o: [2011/10/20 01:26] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): She thinks she's bugging him. [2011/10/20 01:26] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LOL [2011/10/20 01:27] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): = u= Her parents are away so she's text happy asdfjkl [2011/10/20 01:27] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): I tihnk it's more Callista that has been bugging him XD [2011/10/20 01:27] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): his texts when from playful to just [2011/10/20 01:27] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): blunt [2011/10/20 01:27] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): D: [2011/10/20 01:28] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): That's why she thinks that xD [2011/10/20 01:29] VIII:RCSvB1.0 Brawler HUD: Rafiel Sporaciao has detached his/her VIII Roleplay Combat Simulator HUD! [2011/10/20 01:29] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): CREEPY :D [2011/10/20 01:31] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): :c [2011/10/20 01:31] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Actually creepy [2011/10/20 01:31] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): XD [2011/10/20 01:31] Callista Macbain blinks a little at her as she offered her own shoulder to rest on, and she smiled a bit before she slowly leaned over and put her head on her shoulder, exhaling with relief as a wave of comfort washed over her, leading her to giggle a little, "Soft..." This felt pretty freaking amazing, and she never got to do this with ANYONE! So unloved this poor girl is ; 3; "So... does this mean that... we're... uhm... together?" Wow, that was awkward. Why not throw another question about if there are any other girls like her or if they would like to adopt a kid. Jeez, Callista. She tried to ignore the awkwardness and just keep looking down at their hands as she rubbed the mithra's soft skin. [2011/10/20 01:31] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): very fucking creepy [2011/10/20 01:32] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): XD [2011/10/20 01:33] Ilta: "We can adopt as many fuckin' babies as ya want so long as yer tits stay perky :C" -v- [2011/10/20 01:33] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ROTFL [2011/10/20 01:33] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): No sense made. [2011/10/20 01:33] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): xD [2011/10/20 01:41] Ilta swaps her left hand for her right to hold Callista's, using her newly freed hand to make it's way to the brunette's side, pulling her a bit closer. A small smile appears on the mithra's face at the sight of how comfortable Callista seemed. "You really don't have any--" Together? Hmm. Let's think: Underaged girl with a nice rack. She's adorable and finds an interest in one of your two largest interests. Doesn't seem so bad aside from the fact that she's underage... Ilta's eyes scan over Callista for the second time tonight, just to clairify that she indeed does not look her age. Not to her, at least. She finds a bit of comfort in the fact. "If that's what you meant by going somewhere, then it can go there if you want." Ilta shrugs some, making sure not to disturb Callista too much, waiting to see how she responds. [2011/10/20 01:41] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): = 3= [2011/10/20 01:41] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I should sleep soon XD my alarm is set for 10AM [2011/10/20 01:41] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): nope [2011/10/20 01:41] LaRPS Meter v0.25: ((Rafiel Sporaciao's meter has been detached.)) [2011/10/20 01:42] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): NOPE [2011/10/20 01:45] Light Traxus (traxus) is Online [2011/10/20 01:45] *Trailerstar* Brass Knuckles: releasing controls [2011/10/20 01:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): u.u I'm gonna have to shower after I get up today [2011/10/20 01:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Which mean's showering in zack's bathroom [2011/10/20 01:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): cause D:< this one has no shower curtain but there's no point to get one cause Chelsea andKayle have oen [2011/10/20 01:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): one* x.x [2011/10/20 01:48] Callista Macbain closed her eyes and took a breath, thinking a little before responding, keeping her eyes closed, "I think... that I would like to. You... make me feel good, Ilta, and I can't quite explain why, but I'm fine with that." She opened her eyes and tilted her head up a little to look at her face, "But... I'm also concerned on what you want... I don't want to be selfish, thinking about only what I want. I'd like to know what you want, too. If... if this is moving too fast for you..." She didn't quite finish her sentence before she realized Ilta didn't finish a sentence of her own, "Wait... what were you going to ask? "I really don't have any..."?" [2011/10/20 01:48] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): WELL AIN'T THAT A BITCH [2011/10/20 01:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): GOTTA SHOWER IN MY EX BOYFRIEND'S BATHROOM ; n; )9 [2011/10/20 01:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): JUST DON'T SHOW HIM THE BOOBIES [2011/10/20 01:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): D: He made a remark about my boobs earlier [2011/10/20 01:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): o.o [2011/10/20 01:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) whispers: I totally forgot that I let him feel me up when we were dating so it was awkward XD [2011/10/20 01:49] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): He wants to expand them? XD [2011/10/20 01:50] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o 3o we were talking about his sex experience [2011/10/20 01:50] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL NO [2011/10/20 01:50] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LMAO [2011/10/20 01:50] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): We were talking about how pillowy soft that girl's were [2011/10/20 01:50] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): cause I've groped them >> she's a lesbian now [2011/10/20 01:50] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): :O [2011/10/20 01:50] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): WTF [2011/10/20 01:50] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): EMI [2011/10/20 01:50] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/20 01:50] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): D:< SHE THOUGHT I WAS HOT AND I TURN DOWN NO BOOBS. [2011/10/20 01:50] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Closet bi I swear [2011/10/20 01:50] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): = 3=; pansexual, i consider myself. [2011/10/20 01:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ROTFL [2011/10/20 01:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Much to Nate's delight [2011/10/20 01:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): but anyway [2011/10/20 01:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): go on [2011/10/20 01:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): IDGAF IF YOU WERE MALE ONCE AND ARE NOW A LADY [2011/10/20 01:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) whispers: IFYOURE HOT YOURE HOT [2011/10/20 01:51] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LADYBONER ALL OVER THE PLACE [2011/10/20 01:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): o.o are you asking what the comment was or something or telling me to post? [2011/10/20 01:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): she's not a pretty lesbian btw [2011/10/20 01:52] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): ZACK TURNED HER LESBIEN [2011/10/20 01:52] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): I TOTALLY SPELT THAT WRONG [2011/10/20 01:52] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Looooool he doesn't care XD [2011/10/20 01:52] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): She's bad in bed [2011/10/20 01:52] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): HA [2011/10/20 01:52] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/20 01:52] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Plus she's a pothead from hell now who made herself look like a guy [2011/10/20 01:53] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) passes the fuck out !! [2011/10/20 01:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Uuuugghh [2011/10/20 01:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Okay, post please [2011/10/20 01:53] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): She's a juggaletteeeeee [2011/10/20 01:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): I'd like to get back to fantasy land XD [2011/10/20 01:53] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): NEED I SAY MORE [2011/10/20 01:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): NO [2011/10/20 01:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XD [2011/10/20 01:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): XDDD [2011/10/20 01:53] Breadquanda (callista.macbain) passes the fuck out !! [2011/10/20 01:58] Ilta plants a small kiss on the top of Callista's head, resting her head atop hers after. "I already said I didn't mind, whatever comes next is up to you. And don't worry about it, you're a young woman. These things are probably hitting you like a truck." She eventually hops off of the desk, not letting go of Callista's hand and stands in front of her, now swinging their arms back and fourth lightly. "I was gonna say that ya really don't have any experience," she says finally with a laugh. [2011/10/20 01:58] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I'm falling asleep XD [2011/10/20 01:58] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): This sweater thign makes me mad [2011/10/20 01:58] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): thing** [2011/10/20 01:59] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): There wasn't an underwear layer to make it a full on shirt D: [2011/10/20 01:59] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Hmwha? [2011/10/20 01:59] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): D: [2011/10/20 01:59] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LAME [2011/10/20 01:59] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): quite :T [2011/10/20 02:00] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): I realize [2011/10/20 02:00] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): The serious part of that [2011/10/20 02:00] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): was in not-ilta lazy speak [2011/10/20 02:00] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel) passes the fuck out !! [2011/10/20 02:00] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): LMAO [2011/10/20 02:00] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): Maybe her speech improves [2011/10/20 02:00] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): when she gets srs [2011/10/20 02:09] Callista Macbain gave a small sigh of content as Ilta rested her head on top of her own... this was awesome, she felt awesome, SHE WANTED MOAR... but Ilta soon hopped off the desk, leaving Callista to look at the mithra with a somewhat sad expression, but with them holding hands, she does let off a smile, "I will have to... do some thinking then." She could already tell that she was going to be thinking of her nonstop until the next time they meet, "This is all just so... unexpected." She says before biting her lower lip, looking at her with those emerald-like green eyes. [2011/10/20 02:10] Callista Macbain also makes note that she'll maybe have to buy more outfits that show off her cleavage. [2011/10/20 02:18] Breadquanda (callista.macbain): omg, please tell me you didn't pass out :O [2011/10/20 02:28] Callista Macbain gropes and molests Ilta and gives her babies. -v-

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