#I thought it was a plane at first but my friend saw a tail and we were like oooohhh yeah that’s a shooting star

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 97)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (73) / Alexia Putellas x Character (49)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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ALEXIA POV

“Are we sure..?” Alexia asked.

The trio nodded. She clicked ‘post.’ It was a simple thing, an Instagram story with photos of their time away together. There was the plane with Alexia flying, the tiramisu featuring Ridley’s hands, the beach with their hut and both an almost naked Ridley and little Chiquito in the distance, Chiquito sitting on a table with this tail curled around over top of his paws, both of the photos of Alexia with the floating lanterns, and her kissing Ridley.

It was a post she’d never thought she’d get to put on social media, as much as she wanted to. And the only thing making her uncomfortable was the caption that was agreed on by Ridley, Duce and Beckett.

It was written in Spanish first, and then English.

*Our little paradise. London here we come.*

Her phone began buzzing almost immediately. Messages started flooding in. Comments. Likes. Support.

YFN liked your post.

Jenni Hermoso commented on your post: Whaaaat? I’m not sure which is more surprising, the girlfriend or the cat. Call me.

Mapi León liked your post.

Lucy Bronze MBE liked your post.

Lucy Bronze MBE commented on your post: Double date? *food emoji*

Ingrid Engen liked your post.

YFN commented on your post: Well this has just made my entire month *red heart emoji* love you both!

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and smile as she put her phone down. She truly had amazing friends.

But in the back of her mind, it made her uneasy knowing that someone who wanted Ridley dead would read it. She tried to take the positive with the negative.

She and Ridley were now officially public. She’d been monitoring Ridley’s expression, worried she’d find regret, though there was none. Her expression seemed to reflect Alexia’s own. Happiness.

The plane journey was over ten hours so they ate dinner and shortly after, both Duce and Beckett fell asleep on the large couches in the main area. They seemed at peace for once. No one could hurt them in the sky. She saw their hands extended towards one enough and pondered at it. One look at Ridley’s expression and she confirmed that they were, in fact, a thing.

Ridley pulled blankets up over them and led Alexia to the bedroom. Immediately inside, her back hit the wall as Ridley’s mouth came down on hers.

“Fuck, Lee.” She moaned into her.

Where it came from, she didn’t know. But she wasn't complaining.

Ridley’s hand worked its way up her shirt and slide under her bra, her thumb stroking across her nipple. Alexia couldn’t help rocking her hips forwards into her. She bit her lip in return, tugging it.

“Lex.. I need something from you.” She managed to get out in between their hungry mouths.

Alexia returned them before she responded. She grabbed Ridley by the hair and pushed into her but god, was she strong.

“Anything…” she moaned. “Anything.”

They kissed more, their hands wandering and feeling as many things as possible. Alexia loved all of Ridley but in particular her back. Those strong shoulders. Her abs. And her goddamned face.

Ridley’s hands moved over Alexia’s footballer muscles that she loved so much. Alexia’s thighs, her ass, and also her neck.

“Alexia,” she murmured into her neck. Her breathing was a little distorted. Was Ridley nervous?

“Tell me…” Alexia said, taking her face between her hands. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me, Alexia.”

Alexia stopped dead, realising exactly what she was asking. It was not a new fact that Ridley was bisexual. She’d had sex with men before. She’d taken her fingers. But she’d never not been in control. Not since… an incident in high school where she’d not had a choice. A discussion they’d had on the island..

Their equal sex was different. Ridley had never been in a submissive position.

Right now, she was asking for that. She was asking for Alexia to be that dominant person she could be. La Reina.

“You want that?” She whispered.

“Only with you.”

The level of trust in her eyes melted Alexia. She wanted to cry. But that was superseded by that dominant side of her. She kissed her and nodded into her lips. “Stop me at any time.”

Ridley didn’t need to respond, but she knew she heard her. Alexia shoved her back against the opposite wall, hard. Her mouth landed on hers needily and Ridley just… accepted it.

Another wall lowered. Another piece of Ridley opening up to her.

Alexia pulled the shirt over her head, dragging her sports bra with it. She kissed her way down her neck, savouring her way down to her chest and took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking. This was one of Ridley's favourite things.

Ridley groaned, her hand fisting the back of Alexia’s hair while her other, injured hand braced on the door. Alexia worked her like that until Ridley was fidgeting, and then lowered to her knees, dragging her remaining clothes down off her. This wasn’t new, as she was so used to and comfortable being naked. The new thing was the lack of decision making. The laying there and taking it. Alexia leant forward, kissing her core and rising, trailing her fingers up the insides of her thighs. When she reached her mouth, she dipped her fingers between her folds to that glorious warm, wetness as her lips parted on hers.

“Bed, Lee.”

Ridley wandered naked to the bed, Alexia admiring her ass before turning and ensuring the door was locked, placing her shoes in front of it.

Just like Ridley liked. It was peace of mind.

Nothing about their sex was generic or mechanical. Ridley needed to be comfortable and loved to be put into the position she was and be happy with it. And so, for what felt like hours, they rolled around, kissing and touching. Tasting and rubbing. Everything possible that was more than sex. It was intimacy.

Only when both she and Ridley were perfectly ready did Alexia slip the strap in. It’s something she’d said she would do to her before, though she never though she’d be able to like this.

Ridley was on her back, her legs raised slightly, head dropped back as Alexia’s hips moved between her legs. Her knees were braced like the many, many times she’d done it before, though now it was different. Ridley didn’t want to be fucked. She wanted to be loved. She needed to feel her there. Alexia knew that which is why she let her body slide along her as she moved with a steady pace.

She didn’t watch her. Didn’t assert dominance. Alexia simply placed her head on her shoulder and cherished the feel of their bodies slipping back and forth over each other as she fucked her.

Ridley is mine.

Ridley is mine.

She kissed her as she moved in her; kissing her neck, shoulder, jaw, wherever she could reach.

When the wet sound of Ridley’s body started to sound like they were tightening, she double her efforts, bracing and quickening the pace slightly. She didn’t need it fast; she’d realised over their times together. She just needed it reliably, and towards the end, hard.

God, the sound of Alexia’s hips slapping into Ridley would be something she’d never forget.

She didn’t make many sounds, though she hadn’t expected her to beyond the gasping in between thrusts.

“Please don’t stop.” Ridley begged in admission.

“Never. I love you.” Alexia responded, her mouth now against her ear. “I love you, Ridley. I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

“Al…Ale. Lex. Fuck. Fuck me.”

Hearing Ridley beg broke her. She needed this. No one could give her this except Alexia.

Her body was burning, but she loved it. She’d never stop for anything. Never. The sounds of the strap fucking in and out of her. The rising sound of Ridley’s ragged breathing and gasping as she held on. The knowledge of the barrier that they’d just crossed.

A few more minutes of reliable fucking later, and Ridley was coming hard under her letting out a strangled cry. Alexia felt her body tensing shortly after at the sound of her alone.

Two bodies convulsing together.

Tightening together.

Coming down together.

She took the strap out as soon as she was able, knowing that’s what she would have wanted. Alexia dropped it to the floor and moved up the bed, pulling Ridley’s head to her chest.

She didn’t say anything, but she didn't have to.

Alexia kissed and stroked her hair as they fell asleep.

The feeling of fingertips stroking up and down her lat woke Alexia. She woke to realise that she was still holding Ridley’s head to her chest where she was lying silently, her eyes open and thinking. When she realised Alexia was awake, she tilted her head back to look at her.

She was worried for a second that she’d find regret or shame, but she found none of those. Instead, those favourite dark eyes of hers were… peaceful. Calm. Pondering over other things. Alexia tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, the pad of her thumb trailing around the outside of it, over her piercings. Ridley loved her hair stroked like that. Her eyes fluttered closed when Alexia’s hand pulled back and stroked again through her hair, her nails dragging over her scalp and sending shivers down her spine. She did that a few more times until her body twitched itself like it did when she was always close to falling asleep.

“We’ll be landing… in an hour…” she managed to mumble out sleepily.

“We have time to sleep a little more…”

“Mmn.” Was the only response she got from the Australian. A few strokes later and she was back asleep, the worries that she was pondering were gone. Alexia kept stroking until she knew she was fast asleep, and then rested her cheek on her head, letting herself drift off as she held the person she loved most in the world.

After a sappy shower and they watched each other unfortunately put their clothes back on, they rejoined the others in the main cabin. Ridley took Alexia up into the cockpit to greet the pilots and showed her the cockpit setup, pointing out all of the differences and similarities to the other aircraft they’d flown together. After that, they settled down in their seats for landing.

Duce and Beckett were now awake and discussing the plan of attack for the second location with Chiquito waiting patiently on Ridley’s seat as if he was a part of the conversation. His sleepy expression gave away the fact that he had also been sleeping for the past few hours.

Alexia sat down and he jumped onto her lap. She cuddled into him and he into her, as she kissed him on his purring cheek.

“Is there not going to be lots of... people, who go by accident to the wrong location? It was posted wrong…” She queried.

“That’s exactly how we want it,” Duce said. “It wouldn’t exactly be believable if they arrived and no one was there. We’ll have the building covered by our team undercover as usual security, with one entrance poorly manned. When he’s in, we’ll go. Ridley will draw him all the way there.”

Alexia felt uneasy again. She knew it was what they did for a living. She knew that Ridley had been in this situation, and worse, many times over. The scars littering her body proved that. But still – it was an uncomfortable thought.

Ridley noticed her discomfort and leant over to kiss her softly on the cheek. Alexia closed her eyes and leant into it.

It was their first intimate moment in front of anyone.

They landed just after 1430 local time in London. A car was waiting for them at the airport, with an excited looking Lucy and Blau outside. She was now standing without crutches, and even walked her way over to them. Ridley and Alexia closed the gap quickly to ensure she wouldn’t move too far. Ridley caught Blau in her arms gently and lifted her.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey Riddles. I really missed you.”

Lucy caught Alexia in a similar hug, and although it wasn’t usually their thing, it felt right.

“Hola capitana. Chiquito.”

Alexia rolled her eyes. “Hola Lucia.”

Lucy hugged her tightly before pulling back. Her eyes flicked from Ridley back to her. “Good holiday?”

“The best.”

“Oh, we saw your post.” Ridley put Blau down and turned to her, extending a hand. Lucy ignored it and pulled her into a hug instead.

“Ridley.”

“Bronze.”

“Been taking care of my girl?”

“My girl? Of course.”

Alexia and Blau shared a look, rolling their eyes. The Spaniard bent down and hugged the woman most precious to Ridley. Blau had become such a large part of her life as well, and she always had that calming, comfortable presence about her. The hug was no exception.

They both felt like they didn’t want to let go.

“Hola Ale.”

She smiled at the Spanish. “Hola, Blau.”

After a while, they let go and looked at each other. Blau touched her cheek. “You look…” she paused while she thought. “…happy. Really, really happy.”

“I am.” She admitted huskily.

They turned to their loud mouthed partners going at it.

“Don’t even try to lie, Bronze. I can fucking smell it on you.”

“What are you, the sex police?”

“Maybe I am.”

“You try to stop her getting what she wants.”

Ridley groaned and covered her ears.

“Oh don’t you start. You think I smell like sex? What about you two? I’m surprised you both didn’t come back pregnant.”

“You really do have a pregnancy kink, huh?”

Lucy groaned and looked over to Blau who was just enjoying the show.

Ridley turned to Alexia with a cheeky grin.

It was obviously a joke, yet something they hadn’t spoken about before. She made a note to do so.

“Come on you two, we need to get a lot done before the party tonight.” Blau said.

“Party?” Alexia asked.

“Just casual drinks. Leah and Jordan are having a joint engagement and Jordan’s birthday party tonight. Nothing too big!”

Ridley’s face went slightly more serious. Alexia knew why. She was pondering the safety of such an event.

“Are you two hungry?”

“We could eat,” Ridley replied. “But we do need to talk…”

Lucy and Blau held questions in their eyes until the figures of Duce and Beckett appeared.

It was an overwhelming sense of relief to be back in Ridley’s apartment. Ever since they stepped foot on the ground in London she’d felt on edge, but the apartment was different. It was safe. It was home. Chiquito himself was happier again, running around to ensure everything was the way they left it. Benjami and Richard were there and greeted them both with wide smiles.

“I’m so happy it worked out like I hoped…” Benjami had whispered to her in Catalan.

The couple took their belongings upstairs before they had a chance to argue against it. Ridley went upstairs to put her guitar in her studio while Alexia found herself in Ridley’s room, staring at the bed. Benjami and Richard had placed their luggage in the one room. Cheeky.

Two arms slid around her waist and she leant back into the warmth of Ridley. “Would you be more comfortable here or in the guest bedroom..?”

Alexia was surprised by the question and tensed.

“Let me rephrase that.” Ridley murmured, lips close to her ear and her voice dangerously low. “Would you be more comfortable for us to sleep in this room, or for us to sleep in the guest bedroom?”

Ah, that was better. She felt her body relax. “I’ve always liked this room. The bed is very comfortable too.”

A hesitation from Ridley made Alexia smile. “You… have been in this bed?”

Alexia turned and placed her hands on her. “I slept in your bed with Chiquito the night before we left London.”

She loved catching Ridley off guard. Her expression softened. “Our bed, Lex.” She kissed her softly just once. “Our bed. Our apartment. Okay?”

Alexia was worried how husky with emotion her voice would be if she spoke so instead, she nodded.

Ridley stepped back, her fingertips lightly gripping onto Alexia’s. “Come.”

Alexia followed her as she led them out of her bedroom, past the gym where they’d spent so much time, and to Ridley’s office. Once inside, she noticed where Ridley was looking. The portrait of Chiquito she’d painted for her. Benjami had put it up as she’d asked.

“I never got the chance to thank you for this… it’s beautiful. I was thinking we could redo half of the library across the hall into a studio for you, if you’d like?”

There was nothing that set of her emotions quite like talking about future plans, and changing the layout of an entire room was not a small thing.

Again, she nodded to avoid being too emotional. Ridley noticed, though. She always did. She smiled something genuine and reached out to touch the smiling sun on Alexia’s necklace.

“Happy?”

“Happy.” She whispered.

They all sat down to a late lunch and spoke of the plan to capture Bashir. Alexia was not only impressed by how professionally Lucy and Blau took it, but just how many in depth questions Blau had that Alexia hadn’t thought to ask. She was not only protecting her business, but her friends. And for every single one of her questions, Duce and Beckett had an answer.

Their plan wasn’t foolproof, and they knew that, but they had done this thousands of times successfully.

“The event won’t be affected?” Lucy asked.

“No. You should hear nothing at all. We’ll keep it as quiet as possible, and the most you should see is Ridley arriving at your event after we’ve detained him. This is a high end operation.”

“And the party tonight at the pub is okay…?”

“We’re handling the specifics now. The SAS are in contact with the pub and putting security measures in place as we speak.”

“So what now..?”

“Nothing changes for you all.” Duce confirmed.

“Now Luce,” Blau explained, putting her hand on hers and answering the actual question she knew her girlfriend was asking, “Riddles and I are going shopping for outfits for us all tomorrow. And you can go with Ale to kick around the football. You’ve been groaning about how long it’s been, and Ale is the best. We’ll all meet back here and go to the party.”

“And Duce and Beckett will be staying here with us until the situation is resolved.” Ridley added, looking to Alexia.

Duce kept working with her intelligence team over in the living room, sending messages and taking calls while Beckett was up and checking his gear. She’d never seen a gun in person before, and since meeting Ridley’s team, she’d now seen enough weapons for a lifetime.

Ridley leant over and kissed her on the temple. “Are you okay with me picking your outfit for tonight?”

Alexia was proud of her fashion sense, but even she admitted no one rivalled Ridley in that. “No one has ever chosen for me beyond my stylist…”

“Oh baby, I’m far better than your stylist.” She quipped cockily. “But if it makes you happy, I will liaise with her about that, and your makeup and hair.”

She disappeared then with Lucy to clear the table. Alexia could see Blau struggle to stand and helped her.

“Thank you. It’s really difficult when I have to keep this leg straight.”

“It is okay,” she chuckled with sympathy. “I understand you. My knee.. my ACL you call? It was the dark dark time for me. I know how hard it is but I never had this too.” She gestured to her sling and then looked at her jaw. “This is… better?”

Blau nodded. One thing Alexia loved about Blau was that she always understood her and never judged her English. “That’s better. The next thing off will be the knee brace, and then the sling. Lucy’s been amazing.”

She looked over to her and Alexia followed her gaze to see her talking to Ridley in the kitchen as they put the food away.

“Things are good?”

“Things are perfect,” she replied, happy as she always was. Lucy’s little positive ball of light. “And I’d ask the same but I can already see the answer…”

“Mmn. We are… we work on things together. We both want us.”

“And she’s opening up?”

“More than I think she would. We need to find way to make this works with all things.”

“Ah, yes. With you almost ready to start playing again and with Ridley and her company..”

“Sí.”

Blau paused, her face pondering. “Are you happy with her to keep doing her other job?”

Alexia followed her gaze to Duce and Beckett who were now both in the living room talking quietly.

“I… don’t… we have not talk about it.”

Blau didn’t respond to that. She simply looked at Alexia who understood what she was waiting for. She hadn’t answered the question. She looked over at Ridley. “I don’t want her to change. That is big part of who she is.”

“It is. It will always be. But it’s also okay to want your partner safe.”

Ridley looked over as if she knew what they were speaking about. “She will always come home to me.”

“Yes… I think you’re right about that.”

When they were finished putting away the food, Blau called across the room. “Come on, Riddles! I’m not going to be late for this party.”

Ridley rolled her eyes and the pair wandered over. Lucy leant down to kiss Blau.

“Don’t overdo it,” she warned her.

“Promise. Just some practice and some fun.” Lucy replied.

Ridley’s fingertips brushed against Alexia’s and she turned to catch her eyes. They were a little melancholy. It would be the first time they’d properly been apart since Ridley had left.

“We’ll be home soon. Take care of your knee, Lex.”

Alexia didn’t reply. She simply stepped forward and kissed her for the first time in front of their friends.

The party was more casual drinks with many footballers having much more alcohol than they should during season. Alexia didn’t mind. Ridley was by her side the entire night, her head on a swivel in the public area.

They caught up with many footballers who were gushing about Alexia’s post, though the most important was Leah and Jordan. They congratulated them both and the aura of pure happiness around them was contagious. They spoke about the engagement, the games, Ridley and Alexia’s holiday with the floating lanterns, and the Lumos event the next day. Blau had kept the event down to several high-profile footballers such as Alexia, Lucy, Leah, Jordan, Katie, Viv, Ellie, Wendie, Georgia, Lena as well as other popular players from other leagues who work with Lumos. The idea was the showcase the direction they were headed and to promote women’s football across the leagues. There would be many key stakeholders, their own media as well as other public news outlets, merchandise, sponsors etc to push Lumos into the spotlight.

“You said something about a big opening event next year?” Katie asked.

“Oh… yes. This is just a little event to help us gain traction for the rest of the season.” Blau explained. “But in six months, when we’re on our feet and running smoothly, we’ll have our big Welcome to Lumos event where we present our goals and ambitions.”

“One question. Will there be alcohol?”

“You really think I wouldn’t have alcohol for my favourite Irishwoman? Who am I, the Pope?”

Katie chuckled and excused herself as she went over to Caitlin who was calling her for a photo.

Suddenly, Alexia felt a pulling on her waist and followed Ridley as she bee-lined for a table in the corner where Duce and Beckett were.

“What’s going on?” Lucy asked as she and Blau joined them.

They looked at Duce who was silent, staring at an alert on her phone. Ridley knew her friend so well that she had noticed the change in her demeanour from across the pub.

“Duce?” Beckett prompted. Duce’s jaw locked as she read.

“He’s disappeared. We’ve lost Bashir.”

[pixiesfz]

where’s the tent? s.c x child!reader

apart of sunshine series

plot: your first time at Matilda’s camp

warning: fluff, sunshine and Harper world domination

"Sunshine which toy do you want with you on the plane and which one do you want to put in your suitcase?" Steph asked you whilst holding two bears in front of you.

One was your teddy that Lara gave you and the other was a new Teddy that you had picked out with your new friend Harper when you went shopping with her and her mums.

You looked in between the two bears before pointing at Lara's "take on plane" you mumbled and Steph smiled "okay sunshine"

"Can we film doing hair again?" you ask as Steph zips up your suitcase "I want plaits" you smiled and put your hands on your pajama pants you were still in.

"We have to go soon Sunshine," Steph told you before picking you up and resting you on her hip "How bout we get changed and then we see if we can do hair, if not we can do it at the airport with Kyra and Caitlin"

"Caitlin can't do hair" you mumbled and Steph laughed "She's only used to pony tails"

It was early in the morning and you were still very tired but you weren't complaining as Steph told you that you were going to camp for the first time, the first time she went to camp since adopting you she didn't bring you.

You stayed at Auntie Leah's but you didn't like it, you threw a tantrum every night when you didn't have a Storytime with Stephy and you didn't like the accent Leah had.

Even if it was the same as yours, you still called yourself Australian and were trying to mimic Steph's voice.

Steph thought to take you this time but you didn't know how you would handle being in another country.

Steph dressed you in comfortable clothes and did put your hair in one plait before she drove you both to the airport where you met with Kyra and Caitlin.

"Ready for camp Sunshine?" Caitlin asked you and you nodded "You excited to see Harper?" Kyra chimed in and you jumped up and down from excitement.

"Harper my best friend"

The two girls nodded with smiles as Steph pulled out Lara's teddy and Caitlin and Kyra lined up for the plane "ready?" she asked and you nodded "hand please" you lifted your hand for Steph to take which she did.

On the plane you weren't too bad, more excited for the snack woman to come up and down as you gave Steph your 'puppy eyes' as the Aussie called them.

"You're too young for diet coke Sunshine"

"But when Kyra gave me some-"

"Kyra what"

Steph's eyes popped out of her sockets before she turned around to see a peacefully sleeping Kyra that was sat next to Caitlin who was on her phone before Steph texted her.

You watched as Caitlin slapped the younger girl awake.

You had fallen asleep not much longer and Steph was grateful for it, especially when people walking by would 'aw' at your cuteness.

When the plane landed you woke up and gripped on to Steph, asking her to hold you as a lot of people were walking around, you didn't want to get lost.

You finally got out and fell back asleep on Steph's shoulder as she grabbed all your luggage and made her way into the Uber that Matilda camp had ordered for the three Arsenal girls.

"C'mon Sunshine time to wake up" Steph nudged you awake before she entered the hotel, she wanted to make sure you were at least familiar with the setting before you woke up in the morning.

You were amazed by all the cool lights around you, pointing at little things that amazed you as Steph nodded and talked about them with you.

"Do we want to go to dinner or have a nap first?" Steph asked you and you looked around, more energized from your long naps "Harper" you answered and Steph put you down, her hand still in yours.

"Dinner it is"

When you saw your best friend in the Dinner room, you ran off in a sprint "Harper!" you yelled and the other little girl started running to you as well until you met each other in a hug, the media person catching it on video as the girls awed at the sight.

Katrina walked over to Steph "Sunshine was good on the plane?" she asked with a slight smirk and Steph breathed out "I was so happy".

You and Harper sat on the floor, inviting players down every now and then before your mums forced you to eat your dinners which they got for you.

"Where you talking to Teagan?" Steph asked and you nodded "Teagan's cool, want to see Corkey next" you said and she nodded "You like Courtney don't you, is she your favourite?" she asked and you looked at Steph "But you're my favourite"

Steph seemed to smile at your words and brought you into a hug "Thankyou Sunshine".

When you finished you ran over to Courtney who was with Mary and red hair Courtney "Corkeyyyy" you yelled out, still not very not good with her name.

The blonde raised her arms for you as you jumped up into her arms "Did you miss me?" she asked and you nodded "yes!"

You had only met Courtney a couple of times in London and you had seen pictures of her that Kyra had in her apartment as they used to go to school together.

You just babbled with words as you sat with the three younger girls as Harper played with Charli and Kyra.

Katrina and Steph just called it free babysitting.

When you arrived to your room with Steph you looked around confused and with furrowed eyebrows as your arms crossed over each other "What's wrong Sunshine?"

"Where's the tent?" you asked and Steph cocked her head, also confused "What do you mean Sunshine?"

"This is camp, why no tent?"

Steph just smiled warmly at your words before picking you and explaining to you that soccer camp is different before you fell asleep in her arms.

[neptunes-curse]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Neteyam fic where the reader is from another clan (not omaticaya or metkayina) seeking refuge with the metkayina and they start to crush on each other and confess or something. The end can be up to you❣️

Secret Feelings

You were finding it hard to settle into the Metkayina Clan, but when some more newcomers came in seek of refuge you found it a little easier.

pairings: fem!reader x neteyam

warnings: brief mentions of fire and death

authors note: every couple business days i decide i want to start writing again and today is one of them. thank you so much for the request! it does so much for my writers block and motivation.

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Leaving your clan in the forest was terrible. You can still remember it all so clearly. The sky people coming in and taking everything over, destroying your home and all the people in it. You watched as the evil sky people came in with their helicopters and planes. They burned down every thing that you used to call home. You couldn’t bear to watch it anymore, so, you hopped on your ikran and flew. You didn’t know how long you flew for, or how far.

You were numb, leaving everything you had ever known. Your family, your friends, everything taken from you by the cruel humans. They couldn’t take care of their home, so they were coming to yours and ruining it aswell. You flew for many days and nights before stumbling upon the Metkayina clan finally. You slowly landed your ikran on the rocks as some native Na’vi approached you.

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That was around two months ago, and now you had settled into Metkayina life slowly but surely. You were living with one of the kind families in the village. You had even made some friends. Tsireya, Aonung, and Rotxo had become your acquaintances, not without some teasing at first, though. They made fun of your skinny tail and arms and also your dark blue complexion. You had kept reminding them that you were from a different area then them, but Aonung and Rotxo were not having it. You felt kindove like an outsider, but that was until the family of Toruk Makto came to find refuge with the Metkayina aswell.

You decided to meet the family, as they were from a similar area to you and they could probably relate to your experiences. You helped them learn everything they needed to know, from riding the ilus to breathing longer underwater. You started spending more and more time with the Sully family, you felt comfort with them. Especially the eldest son, Neyetam.

He was protective over his siblings, something that made him stand out to you. He was kind and gentle, but also brave. It was no wonder you found yourself developing a crush on him. The two of you would go in walks on the beach, and talk about anything that crossed your minds. From heaveir topics to more trivial things, you agreed on almost every topic you discussed. He was funny, too. He made you laugh and smile. Something you hadn’t been able to do in a long time since leaving your clan.

One specific time, you and Neyetam came back from the beach and met Lo’ak and Kiri next to the pods. They were laughing about something, but you couldn’t tell what. “Hey guys, what’s so funny?” Neteyam questioned when you reached the pair. “Oh, nothing just talking about how in looooooove you are with y/n.” Lo’ak responded to Neteyam in a sarcastic tone. You immediately looked down, your skin flushing a light color. Neteyam saw your face, and he couldn’t help blushing aswell. Kiri was stifling her giggles, but you could tell she thought it was hilarious. “Stop it, you two. We’re just-“ You stopped in the middle of your words to glance at Neteyam. “Just friends. Nothing else.” You wished you could tell the truth and tell Neteyam you liked him. But he was too good of a friend to lose.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes and stood up, not believing any of it. “Tell me when you two finally get together.” Kiri followed, and she gave you a apologetic look as she walked away. “I’m sorry about them.” Neteyam said while still looking down. You lightly touched your hand to his jaw to get him to look at you. “It’s okay, ‘Teyam. I know they mean well.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. God, he had a beautiful smile. If only you could tell him that.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Another three weeks passed, and you felt your love for Neteyam grow. You found beauty in everything he did, from the way he walked to the way he talked. If only you knew he felt the same way towards you. One day, you were out late harvesting fruit for the clan when you felt two large hands cover his eyes. You gasped loudly and began to scramble, not knowing who the hands belonged to. “Hey, It’s only me.” You relaxed when you heard Neteyam’s voice. His hands traveled to your waist and he turned you around so you were facing him. You immediately sucked in a breathe, shocked by the presence of his cold hands on your skin.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled. You smiled, shaking your head. “I wasn’t scared, just shocked.” Your bodies were still painfully close. I’d not for the fruit basket leaning on your hip, you could probably touch fully. Oh how you wished that stupid fruit basket wasn’t there. Neither of you said anything, and you listened to his breathes. Deep and sudden. You swear you could hear his heartbeat, too. “Can I ask you something, y/n?” He suddenly asked. You nodded, curious as to what he was going to say.

“When my siblings were teasing us, did you mean that? That we were just friends?” Nothing could have prepared you for that. You wanted to answer truthfully, but your brain knew to protect itself. What if he rejected you? It would never be the same that way. But you were never one to trust your brain.

“No…no, I didn’t mean it.” You looked down shyly. You were terrified for his reaction. This could all be over in a minute. Or, he could say he likes you too. But that’s unlikely, right? You shut your eyes nervously waiting for him to say something. “Good. Because I think I like you Y/n. A lot.” You found the confidence to look up at him and smile. “Well I like you a lot to, ‘Teyam” The secret was out. And he liked you too. You were overjoyed, you were smiling so big you thought your body was glowing.

He used his finger to lift you face up slowly. His eyes were darting between your lips and back to your eyes. You were frozen in place, staring at him. At his eyes. His hair. The little freckles that dotted his face. Everything about him was beautiful. He was beautiful. And just like that, he closed the gap between the two of you. The kiss was light, delicate, and everything you expected it to be.

[unabashegirl]

Enticing (14)

Author's note: I've officially written 10 CHAPTERS of both series in less than a month! I can't wait for you to read the rest of the chapters and the direction that the story is taking.

Again, please let me know if you want to be tagged because the list was updated and lots of people don't know, but chapter 13 has already been posted!

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Lastly, have a great New Year's Eve! I wish lots of happiness, fewer problems, more laughter and more love next year. If you are going through a hard time then I want to remind to breath and that things will get better. I send every single one of you a big kiss and a hug.

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Word count: 2070

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The concept of flying private was something that Y/N always thought would be impossible for her. Therefore, she was surprised when the car pulled up right in front of Harry’s private jet. The jet was completely white, yet it had written Harry’s initials on its tail.

Harry got out of the car first and stretched his hand out for her to take.

“Wow” Harry chuckled at her gasp, he carried her purse out and shut the door behind her. Meanwhile, the airplane crew welcomed them both and began taking their bags out of the trunk and loading them into the plane.

“Mr. Styles” The long-time pilot, greeted Harry as he walked down the steps. “It’s so nice to see you!” Harry did not know about jets and flying when he decided to buy the aircraft. Hence, he turned to Richard for advice, and ever since he has been the pilot of the jet. Harry trusted no one else.

“Richard! How’ve you been?” Harry shook his hand when he got down.

“Very well sir!” He smiled, the pilot noticed Y/N and instantly turned to her. “You must be Ms. Y/L/N! Welcome!” Richard had been astonished to read her name on the guest chart. He had only had the pleasure of meeting two of Harry’s ex. He only wished this one was nicer than the others.

“Thank you! It’s so nice to meet you” Y/N shyly said, not used to greeting people. She was nervous because this trip implicated meeting new people, and she wasn’t as an extrovert as Harry.

He could talk to the wall and not feel like a fool.

“Is everything ready?” He asked, gently guiding Y/N up the steps and into the plane.

“Yes sir. Even the guests are here” Y/N heard him reply as she paid attention to all the details of the inside of the jet. Richard referred to Alessandro, Michael, and William. They had arrived earlier than the couple, which was always unexpected to them. Harry was never late. He would usually scowl and lecture at the rest of the men for leaving him waiting.

She had made them late. Y/N had struggled with leaving Oliver behind. She held him and cried for a few minutes. Harry had to intervene and separate them. It had made his heart ache, yet he forced himself to drive them apart.

The seats of the plane were beige and the carpet a darker tone. It was very elegant.

“Finally! I thought you weren’t coming for a moment!” Alessandro cried as soon as he saw Y/N. He got up from his seat and greeted her with a hug and kiss on each cheek. “I can’t wait for you to see where we are staying!”.

Alessandro had been planning the entire trip since the night they had dinner at Harry’s. If there is something that excited Alessandro was showing the loveliness of his country to foreigners. He had planned every single minute and second in Italy.

Alessandro was even more excited that it was Y/N who was accompanying them. From what he had heard, she was genuinely interested in his close friend. Harry also seemed like he was infatuated with her.

“I didn’t get the memo we had to come in uniform” Alessandro frowned, pointing out that the couple had dressed very similarly. They wore a set of gray sweatpants. The only difference was that Harry wore his black coat over it.

“I like to be comfortable” Harry shrugged, “sue me”

William sat on the first seat with three books stacked on his table. He still hadn’t started reading any of them, but he had already asked for a glass of wine. He has been answering emails since he arrived. Lately, the office was driving him crazy.

“Hi” Y/N waved at him. William stood up and hugged her tightly. “It’s good to see you” she added, gently caressing his back as they pulled apart.

“I am happy you are here” he whispered to her, knowing that if he hadn’t spoken to Harry, earlier that day, she might not have shown up. “Have you thought of the job?”. Y/N nodded with a smile.

“I’ll let you know after the trip” William gave her a small smile and sat back down.

“Hi!” Michael hugged her tightly right after William released her. “I’ve missed you! Are you excited?”

“Very”

“Why is everyone acting like we haven’t seen each other in years?” Harry asked loudly enough to capture everyone’s attention.

“Because you never text, call, or visit. You only do when it involves business” William mumbled, taking the first book from his pile. “It’s quite annoying”.

“Because you are all busy all the time!”

“Bullshit. I know that you silence yourself whenever we talk, so you can continue bossing people around and working” Michael pointed out, “Yet you always ask for our full attention when you call”.

“Why are we whining? I want to hear less about business and more about having fun in Italy!” Alessandro interrupted as he walked down the hallway with a freshly opened bottle of wine. He started pouring everyone a glass.

Harry and Y/N settled on the seats beside William. Michael and Alessandro sat together behind William.

“Where are we staying?” Harry asked, getting himself out of his trench coat and hoodie. The door still hadn’t been closed, yet there were too many people on the airplane. He also wanted to get comfy and settle down. He took his laptop out and turned it on. He had tried his best to finish the majority of the work, but he still had a few things to do. Plus, he knew that Y/N was probably falling asleep after they served dinner.

“It’s a surprise, but we are first staying in Rome” Alessandro revealed, “Then we are staying somewhere else. Plus, Y/N has to go sightseeing before we can leave the capital”

The nanny smiled at Alessandro, she always felt welcomed by him. He made her feel part of the group.

Y/N took her shoes off and pulled her knees to her chest. She had chosen a book from Harry’s extensive library. She slipped on her glasses and submerged herself in the literary book.

The flight attendants shut the door just as Michael and Alessandro argued about Italian summers versus French summers. The plane was off the ground before they realized it.

The plane had taken off just before sunset. Therefore, the passengers had a peak at the gorgeous setting of the sun. The plane got washed with orange warm tones that made Y/N feel like she was in a dream. The sky turned dark after the small spectacle. And then it was very quiet for about two hours. Everyone was too indulged in their activities to speak.

“That was so fucking good,” Michael said after finishing his plate. They had served risotto and lemon chicken, accompanied by a nice glass of wine a few hours into the flight. “I swear the food makes flying private worth every dime” He pulled on his shirt, stretching it over his slight tummy.

“I feel like I am going to explode” Her sweats were too tight, and she urgently wanted to get into comfortable clothes. “I thought I was ready for all the eating we are going, but I guess I am not” she puffed leaning back on her seat.

“Oh, no honey! This is just an appetizer compared to all the food we are eating”.

“This is why I always come back to New York with way bigger pants” Michael always bought more pants. He believed in clothes should fit you and not the other way around. Plus, he enjoyed pasta and pizza way too much to sacrifice it. He also hated going to the gym. He wasn’t like Harry, who religiously attended.

Harry still hadn’t finished eating, but he leaned over and kissed Y/N's cheeks after seeing her pouting at her bloated tummy. He found it sweet and cute. Just like he found it cute that she always ate her food with a spoon, or how she watched Disney movies on her own and in her free time.

“It’s time for a nap” William yawned as he unbuckled himself. “I am too tired” He added as he walked towards the back of the plane where there was a pull-out bed.

Michael started watching a movie, and Alessandro laid back on his seat and tried to get some sleep after the flight attendant pick up the plates.

“Who is your celebrity crush?” Y/N randomly asked as she watched Harry eating.

“That’s a bit random” He laughed, cutting up the last piece of salmon.

“Just answer the question!” Y/N insisted on, wanting to get to know all his quirks and likes and dislikes more profoundly.

“Jennifer Aniston”

“Interesting” Y/N nodded as she assimilated the information.

“Wha’s there a correct question?”

“Don’t be an idiot” She giggled. Harry wiped the corners of his mouth and washed down the last bite with the last of the wine. “I was just curious” Y/N shrugged.

“What’s yours?”

“John Krasinski” she blurted. Y/N had always been a fan of his character in The Office. Sure, he had gotten cuter and hotter with age, but she liked him even when he was just Jim.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah” she nodded, “why?”

“I thought yeh had a better taste in man”

“Oh! You dick!” She pushed him as they both laughed. “And you are very basic. Jennifer Aniston? Really?”

“Basic? Nu’uh. Look at your boyfriend!”

“I swear that damn ego of yours is going to be our doom”

“You act like you don’t like it!” He was right. Y/N loved the confidence that Harry radiated. It was incredibly attractive. She just rolled her eyes at him and shook her head at him. That was until she yawned. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed” He guided her to the bedroom in the back.

“This jet is huge!” She exclaimed, as Harry started taking everything out of his pockets, then proceeded to strip. He got down to his boxers, then threw his tired body on the bed.

Y/N still stood by the feet of the bed, still very dressed. Harry had forgotten to pack an extra set of pajamas for them to wear on the plane.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Y/N felt his intimidated gaze on her, slowly stripping her naked. She felt too exposed, and she hadn’t even taken a sock off.

“M’ not! I don’t know what yeh are talking bout, pup” His English accent got raspier and more pronounced, and his hooded eyes only called out for her. He craved her — badly. “Just take off your clothes, so we can get some rest”.

“Then look the other way!” She argued feeling self-conscious about her body. “You are making me nervous!” Y/N admitted.

“Why? I’ve seen you naked befo” He put his arms behind his head whilst his smirk grew by the minute. “You are acting like I haven’t had my face buried between those legs already”

“HARRY!” She yelled, trying to stop him. He only laughed and enjoyed how her cheeks turned red. “Fine!” She resigned, realizing that Harry wasn’t going to bulge. She took off her hoodie first, then her pants and finally shirt. Before he could say anything, she ran to the bed and got under the sheets.

“You are no fun” he pouted and got under the sheets with her. His hands sneakily found her waist and pulled her warm body against his after shutting the light off.

It was quiet for a few minutes. They could only hear each other's breaths and feel each other’s skin.

“Are you happy?” He asked her, placing a soft kiss on top of her head.

“Very and you?”

“Extremely” They both smiled in the darkness, comfortable with one another and exited for what the next few days would bring them. “But if you keep touching my thighs with those bloody cold feet — I am out” Harry added.

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Chapter 15

love you all!

[joshth647]

Sonic the Hedgehog & TADCarnival Oneshot (Name Pending)

So to practice my writing skills, I thought it'd be fun to do a small little fanfic crossing over my two favorite media: Sonic the Hedgehog and The Amazing Digital Circus, specifically one of its well-known AUs: The Amazing Digital Carnival! (AU by @sm-baby)

It's a wee bit short but I hope you guys don't mind. I will be also putting this up on AO3.

...........

Sonic has been known for going in the strangest, wildest and sometimes jawdropping adventures imaginable... so much so that it could very well be treated as a hobby.

But this "adventure" would be different than others...

One day, Sonic paid a visit to Tails in his workshop at Mystic Ruins, many years after rescuing Station Square from the flood caused by Perfect Chaos.

It was 7 in the morning when he arrived at Tails' door. Granted, such thing didn't matter one bit to him, because Tails would probably already be awake by then.

An adventure would be upon them once again, and the blue blur was going to make sure his friend wouldn't miss out on it.

Sonic: *knock knock* Hey, Tails! Ready to go?

...Strangely, no response.

Sonic: *knocks again* Uhh, buddy? You there?

...STILL nothing.

Sonic: Hmm. He's probably sleeping again. I think I should check.

Sonic opened the door and walked in, seeing the workshop exactly how he remembers it: well organized and clean. It's always nice to keep your workplace cleaned up.

After looking around the workshop, he deduced Tails wasn't there. He'd normally be working on a brand new invention like a plane, a gadget or something else. But this was his day off.

To the left, Sonic saw a painting of the Tornado, his airplane which he had gifted to Tails many years back, and a painting of the Tornado II.

Looking to his right, the hedgehog saw a computer; the same one Tails uses for research and other stuff.

Sonic: Tails is pretty good with technology. He got this computer last Christmas, if I recall. Quite the gift.

He took a quick look at the computer's screen to find it was open on a game... a game called "THE AMAZING DIGITAL CARNIVAL".

On the screen, Sonic could identify what looked to be a humanoid female figure with a harlequin hat, long sleeves, a dress with bells on its end and blush stickers. She had a smile on her face, as if she was inviting someone, maybe Sonic, to play her game.

Sonic had never heard of this sort of thing before. Tails didn't even tell him about it when they met yesterday. This was one hell of a surprise to him.

Sonic: A game, huh? Well, time to see what this is all about. I do wonder what Tails has been up to, though.

...Before he could even start the game proper, however, Sonic started to feel... something was happening to him. Almost as if he was starting to get...

...sucked inside the game...

Sonic: Alright, I'm pretty sure th- wait, what's going on?

Sonic noticed his own body was starting to vanish...

Sonic: Oh crap, this doesn't look one bit good.

...but before he could do anything about it, a flash of light engulfed him...

...and within a few seconds, he spawned in the game itself. Face first on the ground.

Sonic: Ugh... my head...

Sonic tried to regain his senses before taking a look at the new area... which turned out to be a hallway.

Sonic: Well, not sure what to think of this. I'm guessing that computer had something to do with it. But given Tails isn't the type of guy to make his stuff so dangerous, then it's gotta be Eggman's doing. Time to explore... whatever this place is.

After walking for a little bit in the dimmed hall, Sonic started to see rows upon rows of doors... each of which with their own little portraits, seemingly depicting the inhabitant of the room he would enter.

Sonic: Guess I'm not alone here- oh wait, that sounds too creepy. *snrk* Oh, what am I doing.

Sonic turned his attention to the first door he stopped at:

The Jester.

To the left of the door, a sign read: "STAGE 1: The Jester".

To its right, another sign read: "Help the Jester appeal to the audience, and she will support you for the rest of your stay!"

Sonic: Well, I guess since this is the "first stage", then this "game" might go easy on me... we'll see about that, though. I'm ready for anything it throws at me.

The blue porcupine then opened the door and hastily went inside, the door closing itself as Sonic wandered off into the darkness.

LOADING, PLEASE WAIT...

(TIP: You can find gift boxes around the circus which you can give to the bosses to unlock alternative outfits for them!)

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Sonic: Gee, really wish Tails were here right n-

Sonic interrupted himself as he looked down and saw none other than the Jester herself, with a sleek long harlequin hat, bells on all ends of her outfit and black leggings. The same one he saw on Tails' computer, just before getting warped into the game.

Sonic: Alright, jester girl, let's see what you've got. Surprise me.

He then jumps down to the ground, flipping mid fall before accidentally "breaking" his nose, humorously falling face first.

Sonic: Ungh. Thanks a lot, floor!

The Jester: YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WHO'S THERE?! Another hu-...

Awkward silence rained down onto the two as The Jester stared wide-eyed at Sonic, incapable of forming a single word due to sheer shock. But she soon regained her composure:

The Jester: Wait... you're not... a- a human...?

Sonic chuckled before spinning around and doing his trademark "finger wag":

Sonic: Who else could I be? I'm Sonic, Sonic the Hedgehog! The fastest thing alive!

The Jester: Sonic, huh? I suppose I've heard about you before...

Sonic: Ya have? Can't say I'm surprised. But if you need help with anything, then I'm here.

The Jester: Okay then, but first of all... I don't think I've introduced myself, have I...?

Sonic silently shrugged. He was just glad he got to meet a new face for once; polite, but also rather anxious.

The Jester: Okay, s-so... the name's Pomni, and this... er...

She couldn't bring herself to continuing before her anxiety got her, kneeling down and panicking.

Sonic: Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, calm down, it's fine!

Pomni: AAAH, OH GOD! I- I'm- I'm sorry! I- I just get really nervous when I'm doing this!

Sonic: Alright, just, try to keep it cool for a sec, you can do this.

Pomni sighed deeply before getting up and restarting her speech from the beginning.

Pomni: Okay, so, the name's Pomni, and you currently are in my circus tent!

Sonic: Cool stuff. So what exactly is all of this about? What's my move here?

Pomni: It's simple! I need your help in getting my audience to laugh, and since I'm a jester, the audience likes acrobatics! And other stuff, of course.

Sonic: Uh-huh, alright. Sounds like fun.

Pomni: I fear what my king would do if I fail my duty...

Sonic: Your WHAT?

Pomni: Er... y- you heard n- nothing! Let's- let's get started!

Together, Sonic and Pomni performed various circus acts, ranging from aerial acrobatics to riding in the Globe of Death to jumping across fire rings. It has to he SEEN to be believed.

After the finishing act, the audience cheered and clapped as Sonic and Pomni made a final dance, ending off with a dual bow and uttering "Thank you!" in unison.

STAGE 1 COMPLETE!

Before leaving the stage, Pomni took a moment to compliment Sonic for his skills.

Pomni: Phew... that was fun! Probably the most fun I've ever had... you did an AMAZING job back there!

Sonic: Haha, thanks. Probably should practice acrobatics myself one day.

Sonic looked around before taking a deep breath. All these acrobatics made him crave for a chilidog too soon, as his stomach was already growling.

Sonic: Anyways, I'm taking my leave. Got other stuff to take ca-

Before he took a step forward, however, Pomni tapped on his shoulder. The suddenness of it made Sonic turn around in confusion.

Sonic: Huh? What now?

Pomni: Sorry for that, but I almost forgot! Since you were so kind to help me out, from this point onwards I'll be your supporter!

Sonic: My... supporter??

Pomni laughed before getting close to Sonic:

Pomni: Exactly! I hope it doesn't bother you or anything.

Sonic: Er... not at all, actually!

Pomni: Excellent! May I guide you to the next stage?

Sonic sighed in relief, knowing he now had someone to look out for him. Still no sign of Tails, but hopefully Pomni made up for his absence.

Sonic: No ladies first....... is what I would say, IF I was a complete jerk!

Sonic and Pomni laughed in unison before hugging each other and making their way to the next room...

THE END?

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The soldier comes back

Winston x girlfriend!reader

warning : fluff, comfort, ptsd (nightmares), emotional, kissing, wound

Summary : After the next deployment, she was supposed to go home for a long time - that was the promise she was given, a promise kept when she was able to embrace her beloved Winston again, but no one had told the young couple that the post-war period was worse than waiting for news and together they have to deal with what happened.

info : There is no single gif for Winston (maybe i'll try one) but have fun with this angst/fluff piece have fun and see you next time :)

ps : I have tried to get as much out of the movie as I can from him I hope he is good

masterlist

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A war destroyed people attacker and defender alike, a war left nothing but death, devastation, destruction and mountains of bodies and the aftermath was like a cloud of silent grief and suffering but no one wanted to admit to having started it so it always was.

While in the past wars lasted a few years at most, resources were not enough and weapons were not so well developed, the world was also very different not ruled by a greed that emerged in the twenty-first century and with this greed came war and more wars.

Young men and women were drawn in and died and prayed over until the mission, until the war was declared over or you won or lost whatever it was in the end it was an ugly affair with nothing to show for it but suffering and destruction.

A war in its beginnings broke families apart and tore them apart or was merciful and brought them back or brought them to a parting in a beginning spring that would bring the land into bloom, ,,I promise I'll be back who will Pringel cuddle with mhh?" he asked with a smile even though his voice was tinged with sadness and uncertainty as he held her hands and wiped away her tears.

The couple was one of the youngest at the airport many men and women had families already or brought grandparents who cared but they both, she a freshly started vet and he her sweet self-sacrificing friend a sniper drafted into a war they didn't know when it would ever end.

But his words even now made her smile as she thought of the bushy-tailed cat in her apartment who always needed a cuddle before sleep, ,,I-I think I can do it," she sniffled, wiping away the last of her tears as she looked into her friend's face, she was so unsure now to see him like this, as much as they had joked that the uniform suited him.

He would carry a gun, hide on roofs and other elevated positions and shoot, ,,Very good…I'll be back I promise darling I'll be back" was the last thing he said to her as the final call rang out and he pulled her into one last hug they both shared one last kiss and they had to break away as they boarded the plane to an uncertain future.

A future that would include the next few months of talking and video chatting as often as they could, mostly in the evenings, though the time difference sometimes caused a few problems, it was pure relief to see each other and hear his voice, ,,You really are my hope here," he admitted from time to time and she gave the screen a kiss before showing him Pringle snuggled on her lap, meowing as Winston kissed the animal and seemed to be happy to see such a personal picture of hope.

While he was just being the best he could be to her by not getting hurt or the worst happening, he told her about the sun and the heat, some new high scores on his console and his friends that it wasn't as bad as he thought.

The conversations she had with him distracted him, which always worked and she saw him smile and the exhaustion left him, at least for a moment, until they said goodbye to each other again and could hardly wait until they could see each other again.

The days and weeks went by and her work as a vet went well, the joy she saw on people's faces and animals that were no longer in pain gave her hope and the evenings were not so lonely with the cat and a few good movies and series but it was not the same when Winston was not there.

But they also talked about how they missed each other and how much they wanted to see each other again, at least holding hands, ,,We'll see each other soon, I promise it can't be that long" he said and even though she didn't want to bring it up she saw that he looked more tired than usual, she didn't know what the different times of deployment were like, how long you had to lie in wait in the dark but he was one of the new ones surely not that long was he?

Soldier wasn't a job you just did, it was a job with obligations and an uncertain end, even in times of war you were a hero if you survived and a hero if you died. A life that went on at any moment if the bullets didn't hit you and a life that could end in the blink of an eye if metal bored into your body.

It was a draining uncertainty. But that uncertainty came when she couldn't reach him one night and her fear made her try for hours to call the city's police station to see if they knew anything, but they turned her away until she finally got a signal in the early hours of the morning.

The flickering screen showed Winston, ,,What happened? Are you all right?" she asked, trying not to start crying with joy when she finally saw him, to be honest she had had a fear that had choked her throat but she couldn't help the sharp intake of air when she saw the plaster on his cheek and the background in which she recognized some medical equipment and her fingers tangled in her pyama pants.

It could have been a fall, a gunshot, a concussion, a blow, but all he said was ,,Graze it-I'm fine" such a short answer that almost made her laugh at his abusdity, she could just see his exhaustion in his dark eyes, the nervous bobbing of his leg, his fingers that were probably trembling otherwise the screen wouldn't be shaking like that - something else must have happened.

But she was careful not to go into it again, instead she believed him for that moment, trying to distract him as always with stories of cute baby animals and Pringle telling him she even managed to make him smile but the pain remained.

She could see that even with the bad connection, ,,I'll wait for you, I love you," she said, closing the screen of the device before leaning back against the couch with a sigh, unable to stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks.

Why was something like this happening to them? They were just normal people, a young couple who still had everything ahead of them and shouldn't be punished so harshly by life, should they?

She didn't know the answer, the only thing she knew and the only thing that counted for her was a week, in a week Winston and other slightly injured people would be sent home for how long they couldn't and wouldn't tell her, but the mark in the collar stood and every day she felt the excitement more and more.

She could feel how tense he was with every phone call he made, wanting to get back faster and faster but trying to pull himself together, ,,I'll hug you from here my love, see you tomorrow" he said goodbye to the last call.

It took hours for her to hear his voice as she stood at the airport almost throwing up she was so excited as she practically hopped from one leg to the other looking over her shoulders hoping to finally see her boy friend in the crowds.

Until the call came the voice announcing the nine landed flight and it was agonizing moments when she saw him walking towards him still wearing his unifrom but it didn't matter with tears they hugged each other and stayed like that for a moment.

,,See, I'm back, I promised," he murmured, kissing the top of her head and hugging her again as her hand came to rest on his cheek before the couple made their way to the car together and drove back to the apartment holding hands.

But just because something seemed okay at first didn't mean it was, she noticed that he kept checking his watch and waking up early when she kept leaving to see "buddies," as he called them, and she accompanied him to the veterans' home, a place she never thought he would be.

He didn't play video games with her either, and even Pringle sometimes left him alone. ,,I'm fine, really, just a little bit of getting used to," he always told her when she tried to talk to him about it, and she always gave him a kiss on the forehead until the night they both realized that everything was wrong.

They had spent the evening together watching a new movie, cuddling with Pringle and she lay in his arms when they both knew it was late enough and they should go to bed.

The couple lay down in the soft bed, a last gentle kiss was exchanged and a ,,Good night, love you" came from her before they both closed their eyes and fell asleep, it should have been that easy, it always seemed to have worked out that way before.

In the hours that followed as she slept peacefully she didn't realize the terror that was going on in his mind the images and sounds the deaths and screams and the pain that made him jerk awake and a scream left his lips that woke her up too.

The sleep was torn from her, her heart skipped a beat, afraid that something had happened, a break-in or something else, but instead all she heard was the flickering of the bedside lamp that had been pulled down, loud breathing and someone sitting against the wall holding his side, ,,Winston? What's wrong?" she asked as she slowly got out of bed, seeing him in half-shadow due to the lack of light, but the trembling was clearly visible.

She didn't get an answer until she slowly sat down on the floor with him and he backed away, almost seeming afraid that he would ever hurt her, ,,I-I didn't mean to…it-I-it was an order," he managed to get out and she slowly put a hand on his arm, only slowly truly understanding what he meant, what it apparently really meant what he had done.

She waited for him to let her though as she slowly pulled him into his arms just holding him for a moment as she saw the silent tears streaming down his cheeks, ,,Blood and death it was horrible after not even two weeks I wanted to go home" he uttered the sentence and he seemed to see something on his hands as he brushed them against his oyjama pants and she imagined what it was.

Blood was on his hands, orders given to kill when he had to if he deemed it necessary and he had done so to protect his fellow soldiers, to protect himself and to protect them in the end.

,,It's over Winston you see you're here with me, my arms are holding you, my voice is with you and-and I'm not leaving you, the orders are over" she said choosing her words carefully to give him the best she could in the situation pulling him closer only to immediately hear a painful hiss and feel something soft at his side, a compress that seemed to be holding something larger.

She didn't ask just used her fingers to slowly pull his shirt up and felt her heart tighten painfully it was Winston holding her now his head leaning against hers, ,,It's not so bad…taking meds…for pain and stuff" he mumbled finally admitting he was hurt more than just a graze it had gotten him.

It must have hurt like hell and he was still in pain a bullet that had hit him had spared his face but when she took off the compresses and bandages she would find the gaping stitched bullet wound, it was the reason why he could go home earlier and also explained why he turned away from her more than once and not just physically.

The fact brought tears to her eyes that she tried to blink away as she tried to think clearly and not give in to grief and do the right thing.

She looked around in the semi-darkness but saw the previously overlooked pillbox of painkillers and she briefly detached herself from him, feeling him tighten up again until she hurriedly returned with a glass of water and a pill, handing it to him and taking a blanket to lay over his and her lap.

Winston put his arm around her and stroked her wrist as she laid her head against his and the two of them stood in silence, ,,Thank you for everything, for staying here, for not leaving me, for looking after Pringle and for just being my support," he said as she felt him slowly relax, his voice no longer so full of huskiness and he gave her a kiss on the temple as she returned his gaze, the moment interrupted only by a meow.

Pringel came in through the door that wasn't closed and lay down on the blanket to offer his owners comfort as the cat stared at them both with his reflective eyes and only began to purr when they both relaxed and stroked the animal's fur.

Perhaps the terror was still there inside him, the fear of losing him still in her but together it showed them that they had survived this night arm in arm with a trust and love for each other that told them they could survive and overcome such terrors no matter what and together.

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@angelsanarchy , @starry-eyed-wild-child

[guinea-pig16]

Something Better || Chapter 3: New Member

Ghost x Reader x Soap

Fic is below the cut!! This is a chapter of series, so please read the previous chapter here if you haven't already !! Enjoy !!

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Word Count: 2,800+

Warnings: Mentions of blood, guns and gunfire

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All four of them stood there on the blacktop, waiting for the plane to arrive with Laswell and the new member of the team. Soap shuffled slightly where he stood. He checked his watch. The plane should be there within 10 minutes. He glanced at Price and Gaz, who were standing on his right. Gaz straightened his shirt slightly, and Price adjusted his hat. He then looked to Ghost who was standing on his left. He was statuesque, stoic as ever. At least one of them wasn’t nervous. He thought.

“...So… What do you think they’ll be like?” Said Gaz, breaking the silence. All three of them looked at him.

“From whit I’ve heard, they’re quite a force te be reckoned with.” Said Soap. “Heard they’ve ‘ad no casualties from any of the teams they’ve worked with.”

“They’re damn good at what they do.” Price said. “Laswell herself trained them.” Now that was news to them. Gaz and Soap looked at Price, wide-eyed.

“Yer kiddin’...”

“No way…”

“You know, I also heard they used to be a part of task force 441.” Gaz said, looking at Soap.

“No way, yer jokin’.�� 

The team had heard of task force 441 before. They were about as legendary as their own team. Deadly, efficient, arriving and leaving without a trace. But they disbanded over a year ago after their last mission when tails up. No one knows the real reason they disbanded, just that the team members had collectively decided to quit. Damn shame, too. Soap thought. He would’ve loved to have met them, possibly work alongside them.

“Heard they were a sniper.” Ghost finally piped up, adding to the gossip. “A damn good one at that…” 

Soap nudged Ghost. “Aw, ye’ll be wantin’ some shootin’ lessons with them, aye?” Gaz and Price chuckled quietly. Ghost rolled his eyes behind his mask.

“Shut it, Johnny…” 

“Look alive, plane’s incoming.” Said Price. All four of them straightened, hands behind their backs. They watched as the plane touched down and gently rolled in front of them. They all collectively held their breaths as the door opened.

What are they gonna look like? Are they tall? Are they strong? Are they covered in battle scars? Are they like Laswell? Or are they more casual? These thoughts swarmed around in Soap’s head as he waited on bated breath for them to exit the plane. 

Laswell stepped out first, and gave the team a smile. She walked down the steps and then looked back at the exit. The team watched intently. Then, they saw them.

A short person with a cane stepped through the exit. They slowly walked down the steps in order to not fall. The team noticed their limp as they stepped down. 

Oh. Soap thought. That’s not at all who he thought was going to walk out of the plane. He glanced around him to see his team’s reaction. If they were surprised, they didn’t show it. 

You stood next to Laswell, eyeing the team nervously. Damn, they’re a lot taller than I thought they’d be… Especially him… You glance at Ghost, who was already looking at you. You look away. 

“Everyone, this is Officer Y/N L/N. They’ll be a part of the team from this day forward.” Laswell stated. The team gave her a nod. 

Laswell motioned towards Price, who stepped forward. “This is Captain Price, an excellent leader and one of my good friends.” He jutted out his hand and you took it. He gave you a warm handshake, a smile on his face.

“Welcome to the team, Officer L/N. We’re very pleased to have you here.” You’re slightly shocked. Out of all the task forces you’ve worked with, this Captain was by far the nicest to you. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Captain. I’ve heard very good things about you.” You reply, returning his smile. Price lets out a small chuckle.

“I would hope you’ve had. We’ve heard some very good things about you as well! Let me introduce you to the rest of the team.” He places a hand on your shoulder and gently guides you closer to the team.

“This is Sergeant Garrick.” Gaz gives you a warm handshake.

“Pleased to meet you, Officer L/N! You can call me Gaz!” He smiled happily at you. You couldn’t help but return the grin. He seems like a real sweetheart.

“Please, you can call me Y/N, pleasures all mine, Sergeant.” You reply. 

“Here we have Sergeant Mactavish, try not to let him get on your nerves too much.” Price gestured to the man standing next to Gaz.

Soap stepped forward, and gave you a hearty handshake. “Call me Soap! Heard yer a bloody good strategist. No casualties ta date, aye?” He gave you a grin.

You smiled back. “None at all, Sergeant. I’d like to keep it that way too, so you better not go and ruin my perfect streak.” Soap let out a deep chuckle at that. He liked you already.

“And finally, we have our favorite Lieutenant Riley!” Said Price. Ghost stared down at you as you looked up at him. He stiffly stuck his hand out and you took it. He gave you a single handshake. He scanned you from head to toe, and you felt as though he could see right through you.

You swallowed quietly. “I hear they call you Ghost, am I correct?” Ghost gave you a single nod in response. 

You give him a genuine smile, despite your nerves. “I’ve heard incredible things about you, Lieutenant, I look forward to working with you.” Ghost stares at you for a moment.

“Looking forward to it as well, Officer.” He says quietly. Just from looking at you, he can tell you’ve been through hell. A limp like that doesn’t just come from nowhere, and a soldier like you doesn’t just up and quit one day. You must’ve been injured quite seriously and forced to retire. He admires that you’ve kept such a good attitude despite it. You smile at him once more.

“Alright, I’ll go and help L/N get settled. We all meet back up in the meeting room by 1400 for debrief, got it?” Said Laswell. The team nodded.

You and Laswell walked into the base, Price and Gaz trailing behind, Gaz already peppering you with questions about your work. Soap and Ghost lagged behind.

“...Whit d’ye think happened to their leg?” Soap asked quietly. Ghost shrugged.

“Dunno, none of our business frankly. I wouldn’t ask them if I were you. They’ll talk if they want to.” Soap nodded, agreeing. Then a sly grin spread across his face.

“...So yer lookin’ forward to workin’ with them, aye?” He didn’t have to look at Ghost to know he rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up…”

“They seem nice enough, bet if ye were ta ask ‘em for shootin’ lessons they’d happily oblige.”

“Johnny….”

“Though, I doubt anythin’ they teach you would get through that big head of yers…”

Ghost sighed. “I hate you.”

Soap smiled. “Love you too, Lt.” 

Ghost huffs, but Soap knows there’s a grin under that mask.

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“Bravo 0-6, this is Harbinger, what’s your status? Over.” You say into the radio. You watch the body cam footage intently, Laswell by your side watching street cam footage. It was about 10 at night. You and Laswell went over the mission with them earlier that day. You were pleased to see that they actually listened to you when you spoke. You also hadn’t seen their gaze linger on your limp either. 

The mission was relatively simple. A fugitive of the States had tried to escape his crimes by fleeing to Greece. His crimes? Setting off bombs at important government buildings across several states. No one was injured, but the higher ups want him back in the U.S. before he gets the chance to escape further into Europe. He had managed to make a deal with the Greek Mafia for protection. And now it was up to you and task force 141 to get his ass back. Alive. You always found missions where the target was needed alive the most interesting.

“We’ve got visual on the house. Seeing two guards sitting out on the front porch. Requesting a check for others.” Price said quietly. He, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap were leaned against a parked car, looking over the corner at the house. Soap looked around and let out a sigh. He hoped this wouldn’t get ugly, this was a neighborhood with families in it.

“Copy, stand by.” Soap heard you say through the comms. He thought you were doing an excellent job so far. Makes sense though, He thought. Bein’ trained by Laswell will make anyone a pro.

“All clear, you’re good to proceed.” You say after a minute.

“Roger that, moving on.” Says Price. 

“Gaz, with me. You take the one on the left, I’ll take the right.” Price aims his silenced sniper rifle at one of the guards, Gaz doing the same. Price looks over at Ghost and Soap. “Once they’re down, you two move and enter the house, copy?” Ghost and Soap nod.

Price and Gaz shoot the two guards, and he motions for them to go forward. Guns up, they approach the house and crouch on either side of the front door. Soap grabs his radio.

“Harbinger, this is Bravo 7-1, requestin’ green light to enter house, how copy?” He whispers.

“You’re good to go. Recommend you boys use your blades, we don’t want to alert our friend that we’ve found him. He should be upstairs in the second bedroom.” You reply. “There should be a handful of guards on the bottom floor. Be careful and try not to make too much noise.” Soap looks at Ghost, and nods in agreement. 

“Good call, Harbinger, entering the house now.” Replies Soap. He and Ghost put away their guns and take out their knives. 

You watch on the body cams as Soap knocks on the door. One of the guards opens it. Ghost throws a knife into his head and the two of them rush inside. In less than a minute, the floor is littered with bodies, blood pooling onto the ground. It brings back memories of one of your first missions, where you were armed with only a knife and a pistol. You could still feel the blood of your enemies soaking your glove as you sliced their throats. You shook your head. Now's not the time for reminiscing. 

“Moving upstairs.” You heard Ghost say through the comms. 

“Copy, be careful Lieutenant.” You say.

Soap inches up the stairwell, Ghost close behind. Soap peeks his head around the corner just enough to see. It seemed clear. He took another step and-

“JOHNNY!” Ghost yells, yanking him back by his collar and into his chest. Bullets flew down the hall into the wall, right where Soap had been standing.

“YOU’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE ME ALIVE, YOU BASTARDS!” Yelled the bomber from down the hall. 

“Ghost, Soap, what’s your status?” You say quickly, intently watching their cam footage.

“...Solid.” Soap replies, a little shaky from the adrenaline rush. He gently pats Ghost's arm, which is tightly wrapped around his middle, keeping him to his chest. Ghost hesitates slightly. then releases him.

You stand there a moment, thinking. You hear Laswell curse next to you.

“Shit, we’re going to get some company, fellas. Neighbors heard the gunshots and called the police. They’ll be arriving in about 5 minutes.” Says Laswell in the comms. You curse under your breath. Police getting involved always made the situation worse.

An idea struck you. “Soap, Ghost.” You say. They both reply in the comms, curious.

“Take one of the bodies from downstairs and use it as a shield. You have permission to injure the target in order to get him down, got it?” Soap glances at Ghost, and grins. 

“Sounds like a plan, Harbinger.” Soap replies, before taking off downstairs and lifting a body. He holds the body in front of him by the collar. Going back to the stairs, he nods to Ghost. Ghost nods back and grips his knife. 

Clutching the body, Soap begins charging down the hall, the corpse taking all of the gunfire, Ghost hot on his tail. Halfway there, Ghost throws his knife, it sinking into the bomber's thigh. He cries out, and lowers his gun, clutching his leg. Soap tosses the body and quickly disarms him. He pulls the bomber to ground and cuffs his hands behind his back. Ghost rips out his knife, causing the bomber to cry out, and puts a bag over his head.

“Nice throw, Lieutenant.” You comment, a smile on your face. 

Ghost is silent for a moment. “Thanks…” Soap grins at him, lifting the bomber up.

“Looks like ye got yerself a fan of yer handiwork.” 

“Shut up…” 

“Ghost, Soap, this is Price, how copy?” Ghost grabbed his radio.

“Target secured, heading out now.” 

“Good. Gaz and I have the vehicle parked in front of the house. I suggest you two haul ass, the police are just 2 minutes out.” Price said.

“Copy.” Said Ghost and Soap. Soap pushed the bomber down the hall, his hand firmly gripping his upper arm as he led him down the stairs. The three of them stepped outside and Ghost shoved the bomber into the back seat of the car. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Priced hopped into the car and sped off back to base.

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“Good work gentlemen. The fugitive will be sent back to the states by 0900 tomorrow.” Said Laswell, a slight smile on her face. The bomber was handed off to the operators of the base when they returned. You smiled. The mission went really well, it barely took an hour to complete.

“You all did an excellent job tonight, that was one hell of a capture.” You said, smiling at them. Soap smiles back.

“It was all thanks to yer quick thinkin’. Usin’ one of the bodies as a shield was down right genius.” He said. You waved your hand.

“Ah, it’s nothing. I’ve had to do that too once or twice during my time.” You replied. Soap stopped himself from asking you to elaborate. He was dying to know more about you. You were about as big of a mystery as Ghost.

“It’s late, you all should get some rest. I’ve already notified the General of your success. He’s decided to reward you all with a week off. Enjoy it, you deserve it.” Says Laswell. The team looks at each other, grins on their faces (except Ghost, who just stands there). 

“Come on, L/N, we’ve still got some work to do before we retire for the night.” Laswell says, walking off. You give the team a nod and walk after her, your cane clacking against the pavement.

Gaz lets out a long yawn. “Right, I’m going to bed. See you lot tomorrow.” He pats Soap on the shoulder and walks off. Price checks his watch.

“I better be going too. It’s almost midnight.” Soap rolls his eyes.

“Ye’ll be needin’ yer beauty sleep, then?” Price chuckles and turns.

“It takes a lot to stay looking this good, son.” He begins to walk off, but Soap stops him.

“Sir… I’ve got a question.” Price looks at him curiously, Ghost turns and eyes Soap curiously as well.

“D’ye… D’ye know anythin’ about L/N? Like whit they used ta do?” Price’s face settles into a small grimace.

“...It’s not my business to tell.” Soap nods, looking at the ground.

“Right. Sorry sir… ‘M jus’ curious is all.” Price stands there a moment, before letting out a sigh.

“All I can really tell you is they got into a bad accident during their last mission. Fucked up their back real bad, giving them that limp of theirs. They were in the hospital for several months before Laswell recruited them. She said they… they weren’t doing well for a while…” Soap clings onto every word. With that, Price patted his shoulder and bade the two of them goodnight.

Ghost looks at Soap for a minute.

“Why’d you ask that?”

Soap looks back at him. “I dunno… He seems ta know mor’en me.” He looks back to where you walked to. “Haven’t ‘ad a new member of the team in awhile.” He pats Ghost's shoulder.

“Ye know, they’re gonna make ye run fer yer money, Simon. They’re ‘bout as mysterious as ye are.” Ghost lets out a huff and brushes off his hand.

“Shut it, Johnny.” Soap cracks a grin, and the two of them begin heading back into the base.

Ghost did have to admit, he was also curious about you. He wanted to know about your history, your time in the forces. But he could tell you weren’t one to talk easily. So he left it be. He glanced behind him at the direction you went. 

Maybe the new member was more interesting than he thought.

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Hello !!! Thank you so much for reading!! This series so far has been really fun to work on!! Im so excited to continue it! People can still be added to the taglist !! By the way, this fic is also uploaded on ao3!! You can find the link to my ao3 on my masterlist! So give it some love there! Thanks for your support !! Ciao !!! <3 <3

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RANDOM DEVIL'S NIGHT THOUGHTS

~NUMBER 11~

Summary of those 9 years. What must have happened with Emory. How Emory lived in those years?

PART - 2

( This is my thinking taking in consideration of Emory's character and how different events unfolded, but if you have any thoughts to add, then do it, i will love to know what other think of those 9 years). And do comment i would live to know what you thought of this.

I didn't add timelines but if you want let me know! ( it can make it easier for you to understand )

2. Emory in College and after that uptil Nightfall

Emory moved into college early than other students, earlier than official move in day (as Rika mentions in corrupt that Em was "excited" to move into college and moved when she got her letter, obviously Rika didn't knew the real reason), when Emmy was sitting at the airport to leave thunder bay she was in a hurry to leave this place that gave her pain, and to finally make sure martin was out of her life and never following her. But when she was in the plane, she was overwhelmed and had this bitter sweet feeling that she left everything behind, the place where she grew up, her Gazeboo, her Grandma, Will, Theater everything. She was nervous of the life awaiting her. Will she be able to make it?. But a fear that one slip up will throw her back into Martin's way always present at the back of her mind. She looked around the flight people, ALL STRANGERS!! and here she was all alone, like she always was. She was nervous of the new life. When the plane landes she got off the plane, came out of the airport, got in a cab and went to UC Berkeley. She arrived at the cames and saw two- three other students with bags, like her, to move in. There weren't many just a few. She went to sign on the arrival form, the desk person looked at her and asked her if there is someone with her, she said no and she saw the hint of saddness if the eyes of that person very clearly. Not wanting any pity she got her keys and made her way to her room. But she couldn't help it, em looked down at herself in her old converse shoes and plain jeans,with two suitcases and a backpack she thought "EMORY SCOTT CAME ALONE, WITHOUT ANYONE". She went inside her room, looked at the two bed, two study desks and the window inside the room. She loved the window and how you can see the view outside easily. She opened the window, cold wind blowing in her face, a small smile tugged at her lips. The wind reminded her of her grandmere and how she was always so stubborn to "have her wind" because it was her last. She chuckled missing her most now, Will crossed her mind, what will he be doing? How was his first day? She shook her head and pulled out her phone and called the home where her grandmere was staying requesting them to let her talk to her on video call. They talked for an hour but had to cut it short because it was time for grandmere to take her medicines. The bags caught Emmy's eyes and she decided to put them in the wardrobe. "But i can't choose any wardrobe i like, what if my roommate, if i have any wants this one? And same with the bed." Em thought. But she ended up choosing one she liked "if my roommate liked this one we can just switch", she emptied her suitcases, arranged all her clothes in the wardrobe, arranged her study desk. But it was the Godzilla plushie that made her stop, she looked at it not knowing where to keep it, on her bed near her? Or just stack it back in the wardrobe? She took it with her when she left thunder bay, one of the only thing of will's she had, no way she was leaving it behind she loved it. She looked at its fangs and spikes on its tail remembering the day of the LOCK IN when Will put it inside her locker and how he and his friends pranked her, and how he forced her in his sleeping bag, she smiled thinking of him, no matter what she did or how she tried to not think of him, he somehow always came to her mind ALWAYS!. She thought how she had a great time in that chemistry lab even though she was mad annoyed at him that night. She ended up setting the Godzilla plushie at her desk. After making her side of the room she sat on the bed a little confused what to do now? She left her room went to look around the campus, the library, the buildings where her classes are going to be. After having dinner at one of the halls she came back to her empty room and went to sleep as she was so tired after the activities of the day. The next few days were same where she toured outside of campus, how far is the nearest movie theater? And checked her internship status.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I have been working on this for like a week and now my mind is all over the place, there are so many things i think happened but i don't k ow how to put them in sentences. SPOILER ALERT!! I AM NOT A WRITER!! So this is not a fanfic or anything i am just trying to fill the blank of those 9 years by thinking how em reacted in other instances.

I have ideas and i know you do too, so feel free to add them here.

And honestly your reviews about my writing or anything will be greatly appreciated. Even if its a bad thing or good thing doesn't matter, if you have anything to say feel free to do it.

AND I WILL TRY TO FINISH IT AS SOON AS I CAN, I STILL HAVE LIKE 7 YEARS LEFT

[yellowocaballero]

I think Go Straight at the Cul-de-Sac was my actual real first yellowocaballero fic so I'm pretty interested in Untitled Document number scarvio dlc! Got any tidbits?

Yes! It's actually a fic I've tried several times to write lol. There's a very scrappy ScarVio fic with my ScarVio protaganist, and honestly the pla fic sequel became a vehicle to depict the scarvio protaganist.

But, come on. Adaman's descendent showing up in the ScarVio DLC? How could I NOT?

I don't know if this'll ever fully get written, or written as it is now, so most of what I have under the cut.

Perrin was waiting for me at the airport, fiddling anxiously with a camera and scanning the crowd for somebody else. The airport itself was nostalgic. All rural Sinnoh airports boasted two landing strips, a polite and peeling building, and a tattered stack of brochures welcoming you to our humble abode. Kitakimi was legally a Johto territory, liberated from Sinnoh in some war fifty years ago, but I didn’t have the impression anybody here remembered being a territory of anybody. That was rural life: your problems were your own. And your neighbor’s, if they were interesting enough.

There were only twenty other passengers on the plane, so I shouldn’t have been hard to find. We were unceremoniously shuttled straight from the plane to the ground, showcasing the great efficacy of rural life. Perrin was sitting on the hood of her rinky little car, scanning the disembarking group for somebody who probably looked very old and important. Maybe she walked with a withered cane and carried an air of great gravitas. I was at the advantage, knowing perfectly well what she looked like - her grandmother had assailed me with roughly two dozen family photographs - and I began walking towards her immediately. 

She noticed me, and I saw her mental journey clearly. Was she walking towards me? Am I meeting a secret second person, who I hadn’t known about? Was this the person I was meeting? Granny didn’t say anything about - wait, no, shit, she totally did.

I waved. Perrin probably thought she did a great job hiding her shock. She really didn’t.

“Elder - uh, Warden!” Perrin quickly hopped off the car as I approached, holding out her hand for a handshake. I stared at the hand for an embarrassing few confused seconds before I remembered the concept of handshakes. Perrin interpreted the silence as a shameful faux-pas and quickly bowed at the waist instead. “Thank you for coming!”

“I’m not a Warden.” I bowed back at a shallow angle. Perrin visually wondered if she was supposed to call a woman probably six or seven years her junior ‘Elder’. It was maybe the most accurate term but we would simultaneously die of embarrassment if she did. Unfortunately, her grandmother would hit her on the head with a stick if she used my name. “But you can call me that. Thank you for hosting me.”

“Thank Kitakami,” Perrin said wryly. “They’re the ones providing our rooms. Here, let me take your bag. I hope you aren’t already motion sick from the plane - these roads are pretty bumpy.”

Nothing was as bad as carts. Seriously, nothing. “How long’s the ride?”

“Only thirty minutes, so buckle in.” Perrin accepted my bag and opened the sedan door. She whistled, waving the bag around and ushering an expectant and eagerly barking Pokemon further into the car. “C’mon, bud, leave space for our guest. And no chewing! Do not bring eternal shame unto my family!”

I poked my head around Perrin’s shoulder and saw a fluffy Sinnoh Forme Growlithe wagging his tail so hard his entire body was swaying. He barked again, shuffling backwards as Perrin wedged my bag underneath the seat, and promptly began sniffing the bag for drugs and/or Growlithe treats. 

I couldn’t help but smile. I moved forward and crouched in front of the Growlithe, holding out my hand and letting him sniff my wrist. He barely needed the introduction - he immediately began barking even louder in exorbitant delight, facing down the prospect of a new friend. 

“The shade of his ruff is light,” I remarked. Lighter than I was accustomed to, anyway. It took ages to even grow accustomed to the sight of these things in cars. And, you know, not trying to maul me. “He’s bred well. Did the breeder select for the light ruff?”

“Ah, yeah! His breeder’s an old friend of the family. Apparently they’ve been specialized purebred Sinnoh Growlithe breeders for, like, a hundred years. They said that lighter fur helps prevent them from overheating in hotter climates. I spend most of my time in hotter climates than Sinnoh, so I asked for that trait specifically.” Conscientious and thoughtful. Somebody who looked after her Pokemon well. “Sinnoh Forme Growlithes are supposed to be lucky. Is that true?”

I scratched the Growlithe’s ruff, and his tail beat heavy thumps against the scratched seat. “Their luck’s changed for the better.”

“That’s…pretty cryptic.” Perrin just sounded impressed. “Grandma was on the money about you.”

I looked back and squinted at Perrin. “What else did she say about me?”

“Wow, look at the time, let’s get going!”

Fair. I wouldn’t really want to meet me either. 

*

Believe it or not, Perrin had actually asked for help. 

I know. Hold the shock. I gave Kai heart attacks every time I walked into the room for four straight months, and I still made her nervous. A Slakoth could give Kai a heart attack and I liked to think we were friends these days, but I knew that I was socially your great-great-great grandmother at best and the fastidious clan kids were perpetually on their best behavior around me. I was used to people being afraid of me for my impressive ability to use their bones as toothpicks for my Garchomp, but a young person’s fear of disappointing their family was arguably more powerful. When you had family like Kai and Perrin had family, the fear was absolutely crippling. 

Personally, I lived in a state of constant embarrassment. A few months ago I tried to blow out a flashlight. Seriously. 

According to the world’s most trusted source, Perrin was the pride of the new generation of their family. They had a strong artistic tradition, and Perrin’s photography had won national awards and hefty grants since she was a child. Her favorite subjects had always been her culture and traditions, and her work had been frequently praised for its spiritual gravity and respect for ancient tradition. As an adult she had shifted to nature photography. Then the conversation diverged to bragging about Perrin’s cousins (veterinarian, miko, miko, successful traditional painter, Can You Believe He Moved To Hoenn!, miko-who-just-had-a-baby, Potter Who Married A Woman Good For Her!, trainer-with-five-badges-and-counting) before eventually circling back around to Perrin’s greatest flaws as a human being. Namely, that she never came home and had missed New Year’s two years in a row. And She Never Called Either!

Perrin had called the clan (For The First Time In Months Can You Believe It!) two weeks ago excitedly spilling an entire tale of a cursed Ursaluna roaming the thick forests of a small island that hadn’t belonged to Sinnoh for years. It wasn’t idle gossip: Ursalunas were sacred Pokemon, and a cursed Ursaluna was dangerously bad luck. Cursed sacred Pokemon could wither nature, starve local Pokemon, bring monsoons and thunderstorms, and shame the clans for neglecting their duties as caretakers. I wasn’t so sure about all of that, but I knew from long experience that a cursed sacred Pokemon basically amounted to a very powerful rabid Pokemon that endangered everything and everyone around it. These days there were probably people other than me who could put that Pokemon down, but - well, traditions were meaningful. 

A certain somebody was ludicrously famous for her talents in subduing cursed Pokemon. They had given me a lot of medicinal bags, which had somehow become traditional. I hadn’t known how to break it to them that I was just going to beat the curse out of the Pokemon. Always worked. 

Apparently all of Perrin’s cousins called her and harassed her about bringing cryptid stories to Grandmother and sending the clan into a tizzy. Her miko cousins threatened to strangle her if she had dragged the Hero of Hisui out to the middle of nowhere to vanquish a hoax. Perrin obviously hadn’t expected her clan to send the Hero of Hisui out into the middle of nowhere to vanquish what may-or-may-not be a hoax. She probably hadn’t intended to turn a little problem into an entire religious and legendary production, but that was the way rocks slid. 

“I hadn’t expected them to send you, obviously.” Perrin hadn’t been exaggerating about the bumpy road. My necklace thumped against my sternum as I fought the urge to grip the sides of the seats. Perrin was happily chatting away with one hand on the wheel, which didn’t ease my anxiety. “I honestly just thought Grandma was going to mail me some medicine and tell me to purify it myself. Like, I had full miko training before I was twelve, I could have done it just fine. But now you’re here, and - well, it could be an opportunity! I mean, it’s obviously an honor. It’s an honor first. I’m very honored.”

The Growlithe barked agreement regarding the importance of my august spiritual presence. “I’ll tell your grandmother you said that first.”

“Thank you so much. I was just wondering if I could interview you, or something like that? Maybe we can pray together. Religion used to be such a source of inspiration for me, and I’ve been thinking about going back to those basics. Start from the ground up. And if you can’t connect me with my heritage - like, who could?”

Artists. Changed a lot and yet never changed. “Returning home to Celestic City sounds like the first step.”

“Home’s not the right vibe,” Perrin said. And she said I was cryptic. “I need something new. But old. I need the right vibe. Maybe this will - like, realign my energies.”

Was I purifying a cursed sacred Pokemon or was I playing sidekick to a photographer’s artistic journey? I felt as if I should say something disapproving about how this was serious business. If the Bloodmoon Beast was actually real, then the entire forest could be cursed. It could have been cursed by a legendary Pokemon - and I had just finished kicking Darkrai out of Hearthome City yet again. This wasn’t a field trip.

Adaman would be laughing his ass off. He had always wanted to fight the man and ignore work. Probably would have, if he wasn’t ‘the man’ and work hadn’t involved protecting his people from extinction. He would have approved of this - all of it.

“Hope I can help,” I said diplomatically. “Is that a bus stop?”

“The bus smells terrible, be glad I saved you from it.” Perrin gestured grandly at the rising swell of homes and packed dirt streets rising before us. Growlithe poked his head out of the window, panting excitedly. “Welcome to Kitakami! Home of a lot of past and not a lot of present.”

“I’m pretty used to that.”

Maybe this trip would be nostalgic after all - no, that was certain. The only thing up for debate was whether it would be my nostalgia, Perrin’s, or Sinnoh’s itself.

I closed my eyes and grasped the Pokeball swinging from my necklace. May this journey end in only the typical amount of disaster. 

Maybe I’d even get lucky this time.

*

 Mossui Town. Population: small. Inn: none, but we have a community center with rooms! Store: one, but it sells handmade wool socks! Mood: very honored to meet you! 

“I am truly sorry for the humble welcome.” The Town Head Mr. Kobayashi was very distraught by this. If he had given me a non-humble welcome I would have shot myself. “Every hand is on deck preparing for the festival. You should have seen my face when the Diamond Clan Head called me herself about your arrival - I must have looked like the ogre itself! And about the Bloodmoon Beast, too! I thought that was merely a child’s rumor.” Obviously realizing how that sounded, he quickly added, “We are honored to host you, of course. Your arrival during our very own festival week - it must be the hand of our ancestors. Why, my own clan had close ties to the Pearl clan for hundreds of years.”

I could tell. Mr. Kobayashi had already given us a quick tour of the village, which had taken a pleasant fifteen minutes. The only building constructed in the last thirty years was the community center, and it was Mr. Kobayashi’s current pride and joy. The village had obviously been built by Johto immigrants to Sinnoh - the unique cultural blend was distinctive. Probably why Johto and Sinnoh had been in a lukewarm tug-of-war over it for a few decades. 

Perrin and I glanced at each other. She grimaced in a slight apology. I twitched an eyebrow. This meant nothing to her. 

I had to do this way too often. “Don’t worry about it.” I gave Mr. Kobayashi my best polite smile. I had been reliably told that it was utterly inscrutable, but that was their problem. “We’ll be unobtrusive. You…seem to have enough on your plate.”

A child ran past us, pursued by a waddling Sentret, screaming. We watched him pass. Another child and a Ninetails pursued the Sentret, also screaming.

“We’re quite busy, yes.”

Perrin leaned towards me, stage whispering. “There’s a school trip.”

That explained the surprising quantity of children. Normally places like this had ten kids max. I had counted at least fifteen already, and most of which were wearing some dorky uniform. The school uniform kids seemed distinctly overwhelmed.

Mr. Kobayashi smiled, about as authentically as a Mr. Mime. “It’s our honor to teach a new generation of…very foreign children about our sacred traditions.”

“Paladeans are weird and rude,” Perrin whispered, even louder.

Mr. Kobayashi’s eye twitched. “Boisterous.”

“One of them doesn’t blink.”

“Please let one of us know if our children bother you,” Mr. Kobayashi said. “It’s quite unacceptable behavior to interrupt you in your important work. When - if a child does so, please send them towards me or their teacher Ms. Briar.”

“I think they’re funny,” Perrin confided in me. “They all have lisps. Apparently they’re walking into the houses with their shoes on. Baby criminals.”

“In my day we executed rude children,” I agreed.

Nobody who knew me as a child was around to contradict me. Such freedom.

Mr. Kobayashi muttered something that may have been ‘if only’. Perrin snickered.

Westerners. Fantastic.

I deposited my suitcase and bag in the obviously hastily cleaned and emptied room on the top floor of the community center. I could already hear the sound of children laughing and running through the halls. Perrin was staying to my right, but the rest of the visiting schoolchildren must be living on the other side and across the hall. I had to sympathize with Mr. Kobayashi - nobody wanted to expose my august personage to children left unsupervised on a field trip in a foreign country they’re probably already interpreting as their playground. Judging from the sight of a Pokemon battle in the courtyard already visible from my window, they were from a training academy too. Training academy kids these days were the worst. My students had been so much politer. Granted, teaching back then had involved a lot more whacking with sticks then teaching these days. And training under me had been a bit of a ‘best of the best’, ‘send our top child from our small clan to do us proud’ type of thing. 

The community center had a small cafeteria, and Perrin and I descended upon the food like ravenous Luxrays. I only had to remind myself every five minutes to use table manners. This was a fantastic improvement from last year, where I had to remind myself every five seconds. Diamond and Pearl ate with their hands or straight from the bowl. The Jubilife crew hadn’t, but I had relatively few memories of ever sharing a meal with my friends in Jubilife.

After an embarrassingly short period of time I stood up and pushed my chair in, taking my tray. “I need to go exercise my Pokemon and survey the area. Let’s meet up again this evening during the festival. Are any of the Pokemon species on this island endangered?”

Perrin stared at me, mouth full of fruit salad. “I’m pretty sure not. Why?”

“Just double checking.”

Two hours of being escorted around a new area was two hours more than I was used to. I was itching to explore this place myself. I was definitely a hypocrite - I was here for a holy mission, but most of my mind was on having fun too. Maybe that was just human nature. We always found a way to have fun no matter the difficulties. Anything that mitigated the damage.

There was civilization to explore, but that always came last. I bought a map from The Shop and consulted the nice lady on the most isolated part of the island, which was apparently a thicket of woods that was too dangerous for most people to enter. I headed straight there, obviously. 

When I entered the wild area I withdrew the first Pokeball on my belt and tossed it onto the ground. The ball flared white and a bolt of light struck the ground, coalescing into an adorable and petite Leafeon. She immediately sat down and meowed politely at me.

“Just exploring today,” I told her. She rose immediately, bright green tail waving excitedly. “Which makes this a good opportunity to work on your form. Remember: the Leaf Blade should dazzle.”

Leafeon meowed in a specific timbre that I knew she had picked up from everybody else. It was an extremely distinctive ‘yes, sir!’ sound. The new learned it from the old. A Pokemon composed of sentient rocks could make that sound. 

The first thing I noticed about the island was the impeccable biodiversity. The conservation laws passed two hundred years ago and strengthened fifty years later must have been well-enforced and respected. I had been wondering how an Ursaluna had ended up here, of all places, but the answer was quickly obvious: the island had Pokemon far, far outside of the Sinnoh ‘dex. Even the Johto ‘dex. It had Pokemon from everywhere. It was absolutely fascinating. 

They were also ridiculously strong. I had to pull Leafeon back and substitute in Rampardos or Milotic several times. Staraptor escaped its ball and tried to chase down likely looking prey about three different times, again, and the entire trip ground to a halt when I found a waterfall and began practicing light refraction with Milotic. We had gotten second place in our last contest, which was frankly embarrassing. We had to step up our game. 

I did contests now. It was a long story. Byron asked me if this meant I would be more ladylike now and I almost bit his head off. 

With power came precision, and I trained my contest Pokemon in battling for strength and show. This was an unexpectedly great training ground. This team had recently reached the level where most wild Pokemon didn’t pose a big challenge. Leafeon was already sweating up a storm, leaf flexing in the humid forest air.

The strength of these Pokemon meant that this was probably the kind of town where people didn’t venture far into nature too often. I noticed two Ace Rangers immediately, which tracked - the province government usually stationed a few eight-badge trainers in high-danger areas like these as protection for the populace. In towns like this the people and Pokemon had learned to co-exist a long time ago, and they rarely bothered each other, but there was always some idiot kid or tourist that triggered a fatal stampede. Or a Bloodmoon Beast. 

Around inhabited areas, Pokemon tended to attack Pokemon of a similar level. A kid running around Hearthome City with a level five could reliably find other pests and bugs to battle. I was willing to bet that the local kids ran around and battled around the center of the island. At the top of that mountain and the depths of these woods, however - anything went.

I had expected to be completely alone. I definitely wasn’t expecting any of the schoolkids to wander out here. But when I finally reached the mouth of the forest, bypassing five different warning signs without a glance, I saw a small group of kids already clustered at the end of the path. They were fervently arguing about something. Alright, time to walk away and hop a fence. 

“ - go with you!”

“Why are you stalking us? We aren’t even doing anything! Go home and help Gramps chop wood or something.”

“But I’m supposed to be the one showing her around!”

“Yeah, and you did! Great job!” The older girl’s tone was incredibly sarcastic. She had to be the younger boy’s older sister. Only a sister cut to the bone like that. “Now we’re going to have fun bonding time for two beautiful and powerful women in these dangerous woods. You can have fun kiddo bonding time tomorrow. Okay? Now shoo, we’re busy.”

As I approached, I got a better look at the kids. One of them was an older teenage girl - who, actually, was probably only a few years younger than me. In Hisui she’d probably be married by now. In Hisui her auntie would tell her that her sharp tongue and unkind face would mean she would never marry. The recipient of her sharp tongue and unkind face was a mousy boy hunched over in a defensive slouch, who was probably fourteen or fifteen. Standing with them was a pale girl with white hair, who watched the proceedings stoically. She was small and thin, and was probably fourteen at best. A Gardevoir hovered behind her, eyes flashing softly in the dim lighting. Leafeon, trotting at my feet, meowed curiously. 

The two siblings jumped, whirling around to see me standing on the path in front of them. The pale girl saw them move and turned to face me too. The siblings scowled, but the pale girl just looked at the Gardevoir. The Gardevoir hummed, and the girl nodded back.

“More outsiders?” the sister cried, enraged. “Who are you supposed to be?”

“Another visitor?” the boy said, flinching back in pure shock. “What’s with all of the visitors lately…?”

The pale girl squinted at Leafeon. Leafeon tilted her head. The pale girl tilted her head back.

“Yeah, we normally get, like, one a year.” the girl folded her arms, previously high levels of aggression jumped towards unprecedented heights. “Now we got a billion! This dumb school trip! Some crazy important million year old Warden from Sinnoh curing our bad juju! Gramps said he’ll chop our heads off if we’re rude to him? And now you!”

This really wasn’t any of my business, but the well-being of village children was everybody’s business. There was nothing kids loved more than pulling off dangerous stunts and almost getting gored on a Rhyhorn horn ten times in a row, and near-death experiences were important for childhood development, but surviving was important for childhood development too. I wasn’t about to escort them anywhere, but I should at least baby gate this thing.

“That forest is supposed to be pretty dangerous.” I nodded at the high fence and the three different ‘abandon all hope etc’ signs plastered around it. The girl stared at the Gardevoir, whose horns glowed lightly. “Are your Pokemon capable of defending you?”

That incensed the girl. She practically growled, stamping her foot. “Who the hell are you to tell me where to go on my own island? Of course my Pokemon are strong enough! Are you my mom?”

The boy hunched his shoulders, staring miserably at his sister. “Mom did tell us never to go in there…”

“Yeah, Kieran, when we were babies. We’re plenty strong enough now.”

“I dunno, Carmine…”

I looked at the pale girl. Her belt was half Ultra balls. She might be fine. But the two siblings had only Poke balls on their belt, and I wasn’t so sure. 

Ugh. Time to do the responsible adult thing. I reached around my belt, unhooking a miniature Apricorn ball from the back and expanding it. Hisuian balls were fragile, and I had recaptured everybody in the ‘modern’ Apricorn balls before leaving. They were still antiques, but they held up well enough. “For safety reasons, I’ll have to ask that one of you battle me before going inside.”

“What are you, a cop!” Carmine grabbed a Pokeball off her belt, expanding it immediately. “You’re so on, you wanna-be adult!”

Kieren blanched. “You left your main team back at the Academy, Carmine!”

“Yeah, and I don’t need my award winning team to fight this narc.” Carmine halted for the first time, glancing to her right and looking at the pale girl. “Unless you wanna go for it, I guess.”

The pale girl blinked at her.

“Oh, right.” Carmine cleared her throat, turning to face her completely. Then she spoke way, way too loudly, almost yelling. I instinctively flinched and scanned the area for lurking predator pokemon. “Do you want to fight this lady?”

The pale girl’s eyes narrowed, and she finally spoke. Her accent was strange, her mouth forming the sounds clunkily, but she did have a bizarre lisp. Despite her jinbei, she must be one of the exchange students. “I told you not to shout.”

“Ah, sorry.” Carmine briefly looked a little embarrassed. “You - uh, picked up on all of that?” Gardevoir hummed, horns glowing. “Right! Thanks, Gardevoir! Anyway, do you want to fight her? I want to fight her, so don’t say yes.”

The pale girl turned her head towards me, and for the first time I saw a large white hearing aid on one ear. That explained a bit. She narrowed her eyes and stared at me. I allowed myself to be stared at. She checked out my Pokeballs - all Pokeballs, since my team now was raised from scratch. She glanced at the polite Leafeon. Then she turned back to Carmine, visibly dismissing me. 

“She doesn’t look strong, so I don’t want to bother. Go ahead.”

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

You Will Know

Today was the day. It was me versus the tarmac and the sky's above me. Hangman had taken to the sky's before me, waiting to begin our lessons for the day.

I looked out onto the open runway, my breathing beginning to quicken as my anxiety began to heighten. I snapped on the oxygen mask which helped, but I could still hear my heartbeat in my ears. It felt like my body was made of stone. No matter how much I willed my hand to push forward on the throttle it didn't happen.

I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. "Talk to me mom." I whispered. Usually, it gave me a boost of confidence. Sometimes it felt like she was actually there, willing the stick for me.

That didn't happen this time. My brain wandered to the conversation I had with Bradley the night I came home from the hospital.

"You will know. You'll feel it... You will be ready in your own time, in your own way. But whenever you are, you'll know."

I opened my eyes at the feeling of the plane moving forward. I looked down and saw my hand slowly pushing forward. Confidence built up in my chest, bringing a smirk to my face. I punched the plane forward (faster than I should have) and lifted off into the sky.

I rapidly approached Hangmans plane. I slowly down as I approached, gliding next to him now. He looked over at me, a grin forming on his face.

"It's good to see you back in the air."

"It's good to be back. Now let's put these amateurs in their place, shall we?"

Hangman smirked and then put on his oxygen mask. "Wolf is back."

To my luck, the first teams in the sky had Ghost on it. I smirked to myself, now excited to enact my revenge. Hangman and I flew low, undetectable by their radars.

'Where are they?' Ghost asked in the mic.

'They're not on the radar, they're probably below us.' Denali responded.

Hangman gestured for me to initiate the attack. I looked up at the two younger pilots above me and punched my plane up. I coordinated my entrance to slip in between the gap between their planes. Both sets of pilots yelled out in surprise as their planes were pushed sideways by the force of mine.

"Fights on!" I yelled. I pulled my plane to a halt, catching hang-time as I rotated around. I punched the plane forward to chase. I singled out Ghost, coming after him fast and hard.

'Shit, wolf is on me!' Ghost yelled to his wingman for help.

"I thought you weren't scared of me?" I taunted him while smirking. I stayed on his tail as close as I could while still maintaining the required safety limit. I anticipated his every turn, flying ice cold.

He kept yelling for his friends to help him but they were having trouble shaking Hangman off their tail. A moment of weakness was the downfall of the young pilot. He turned his plane to the side to go and try to help Denali and Haywire. I moved the throttle over and found missile lock on Ghosts' plane.

"Ghost is down."

"Copy kill!" He said angrily into the headset. I glided my plane beside his to catch his attention. I did a two finger salute to him before taking off.

Shortly after I had downed Ghost, Hangman had gotten the other foxtrot team. I met with hangman and glided our planes next to each other.

"You've still got it." He complimented.

"Never left in the first place." I responded.

The rest of the sessions went well. I hadn't realized how quickly time passed. Flying again felt good, refreshing. Hangman and I landed our planes and made our way back into the hanger.

I went right to my office to write down and try to remember any advice I had for the pilots or maybe some exercises to do tomorrow. I opened the door with my name on it and I smiled at the small space. This was the same temporary office that Pete occupied when we found out he was my father. Truthfully, it had become one of my most fondest memories.

I sat down in the rolling chair behind the desk, jotting abbreviated notes down on a notepad to add to my computer later. A knock at my door interrupted me from my thoughts and I looked up. Through the window I could see the familiar dark haired student.

"Come in." I responded dryly. The door creaked open and then slowly shut behind Ghost after he entered the room. He saluted to me, standing at attention. I'll admit, it was a nice change to have someone doing it to you.

"At ease." I instructed.

Ghost relaxed his shoulders and let out a breath of air. I put down my pen and folded my arms across the top of the desk. I gave the pilot a small smile to show him I was ready to listen.

"I want to apologize about my behavior before Mrs. Blackwood."

"Miss," I corrected. "But go on."

"Oh," he responded, seeming almost surprised by what I had said. "Miss? I heard you were married?"

I shook my head gently. "No, I am not." I wondered where he heard a crazy rumor like that. Ghost sat down in the chair across from my desk, Avoiding my eye contact.

"I assumed it was Hangman." It seemed like ghost was trying to strike up a friendly conversation. Which I appreciated, but I knew it was not the real reason he was here.

I scoffed and then laughed. "Absolutely not. We're great friends though. Why did you want to see me?" I tried to get the conversation back on track.

"Right.. I'm sorry for doubting your abilities."

I narrowed my eyes at Ghost as he sat there twirling his thumbs and avoiding my eye contact.

"Did hangman talk to you?" I asked. There was a moment of silence between us before Ghost sighed and shook his head.

"Yeah." He finally admitted.

"I figured. You don't seem like the type of guy to apologize for that. Nonetheless, I accept your apology. You're dismissed." I waved my hand towards the door in gesture for him to leave.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ghost asked, sounding more offended now. I sighed, now attempting to mansplain myself to him.

"You truly believe that you're better than everyone else here. Even if that means tearing others down to make yourself feel better."

"I am better." Ghost challenged.

"Is that why you got shot down in less than 5 minutes?" I asked. I admit, this wasn't how a teacher should act. But it sure was fun pushing his buttons.

Ghost slammed his hands on my desk and stood up, looking at me with an unbridled rage in his eyes.

I narrowed my eyebrow at him daringly. "Your next decision determines whether you continue your training here at TopGun or if you're kicked out of the program. Choose wisely."

We stared coldly into each others eyes. His filled with rage and mine filled with calm. Almost like a raging forest fire and a calming ocean beach. Ghost grunted in frustration and turned on his heel towards the door. He slammed it behind him which honestly made me jump.

I huffed a breath of relief out from my mouth at the fact that he was gone. Ghost had a screw loose, maybe a couple. When he was angry and he was dangerous. I jotted that down in my notes. If he learned to control his actions, that might help his flying.

I heard another knock at the door, this time it swung open without me giving permission. If it weren't Maverick, I would have been upset.

"Pissing off your students already?" He hummed a chuckle as he walked to the chair across from me and plopped down.

"I guess so. He's got a large ego with nothing to back it up." I admitted in frustration to my father.

"They're naval pilots, they all have a large ego." We both laughed and shook our heads at his comment. Suddenly his face changed. It fell slightly and he looked down at the floor at his feet.

"Brad called me last night."

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I dropped what I was doing and looked up at Maverick. He looked at me through his brow, as though he was waiting for me to react.

"He called you?" I asked, taking out my phone and opening my call log. There were no missed messages from him. I looked back up at Maverick, feeling frantic now. I wanted to ask a million questions but my voice wouldn't cooperate.

"Yes. He called really late last night after you went to sleep. Said he didn't want to wake you because he knew you had training. He just wanted to let us know he was okay."

"Do you know why he hasn't called before?" I asked.

Maverick sucked his teeth in thought and looked around the room. "Something about not being allowed to have his phone? Or he didn't have it? I don't remember. He called me on a pay phone."

I let his words settle in my brain for a moment. I don't know what I was feeling. Relief? Anxiety? Anger? Maybe all of the above. The overwhelming rush of emotions brought tears to my eyes which made me even more mad. I sniffled my nose and dropped my head into my hands.

"Y/n," Maverick sighed. He walked around the table and pulled my head against him and hugged me gently.

I angrily wiped the few tears off my face and huffed out air. "I don't know why I am crying. It's just stupid. It's all so stupid."

Maverick chuckled and brought his hand up to my hair, smoothing it down and petting it gently. "Boys are stupid." He agreed.

"Why didn't he call me? He's not answered me for four days!" I lashed out a little, starting to feel my anger more predominately than any other emotions. "I don't even know why I care. I shouldn't care."

"Hey," Maverick scolded me. He moved around so that he was leaning on my desk. I looked up at him as he talked. "You do care because you care about him. And I assure you Bradley cares."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Not enough to call me apparently."

"You want to know what he told me?"

"What's that?"

"The night we sat down to talk about your relationship and the future, he pulled me aside. He looked me in the eyes and with all seriousness he said, 'Mav, I want to marry her.'"

I stared up at him, too stunned to speak. "He told me he wasn't at the age where he wanted to date someone for the fun of it, because something might happen. He told me he's never been more sure of anything in his life. I've known that kid for a long time and I can say I have never seen him so head over heels for somebody."

I could feel my heart swell and an inevitable smile crept into my face. Emotions welled up my throat and threatened to spill out of my eyes more. It was hard to believe anybody had felt that way about me. I tended to push people away with my short temper and crude mouth. Because I wasn't dainty and girly guys never took an interest. Finally, I had drawn one in.

"Thank you Pete. For telling me." I stood up and we embraced each other in a hug.

"Any time I'm here for you." He comforted me, placing a hand on the back of my head and giving me a tight squeeze before he pulled back.

"Now tell me all about these pilots."

Next Chapter

[sonicblueartist]

【LET'S DANCE, Part 3】

AO3 LINK Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

First person point of view

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Various x F!Reader

A/n: Does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Word Count: 4811

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍❕️

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✎ ''Flying? With a plane?" I sighed uneasily.

"Of course, what else did you expect to fly with?" Sonic joked, chuckling slightly.

I laughed nervously, "Yeah, sorry, that... That was ridiculous of me."

Sonic and Tails got up from bed and walked to the center of the room, "Don't sweat it! You can't imagine what this kid can do! He's the best pilot and mechanic I've ever known."

Tails shyly scratched his cheek, "I'm not that good but thanks Sonic." He smiled at him. Sonic winked back. I smiled at their relationship.

I glanced at my feet and exhaled, pushing myself off of the bed. I followed the two out of the room while ignoring the aching on my body. I was questioning myself as to whether I had made a good choice.

As I passed through the corridor, I realized it didn't have the same aura I felt before. It's brighter and more spacious. Now it felt soothing and serene. More home-like...

My body relaxes a little bit at the sight.

That's not the only thing I noticed, however, there were a lot of frames hanging on the walls, each having different places and people in it. Most of them had Tails and Sonic. Some had just landscapes and some were filled with many different faces that I couldn't recognize.

Sonic stopped next to me, gazing at the photos. He looks nostalgic with a small smile on his face. He put his hands on his hips and sighed, somewhat proud.

I whisper to myself, "God, How many places have you traveled to? I wish I was more like you." I chuckled, "I don't really like leaving the house. I am not a social butterfly. Exploring isn't my thing either." I confessed.

Sonic laughed, "It's something I'm used to. I always like to run around. I never once thought to sit for a sec. How could I? It makes me feel so free, so alive. I'm always open to exploring new places. If there is left any." He chuckled, "And the adventures they bring... every one of them is priceless." Sonic put a hand on my shoulder and give me a small squeeze.

I laughed, "Your friends are in real trouble then." I joked.

He grinned widely, "Ohh you bet, A massive trouble it is, you wouldn't even guess." He put his thumbs on his chest, "Your friend here is a real danger magnet!" Oh, so he had a goofy side. I can get used to this.

I gasped and jokingly shove his arm, "Don't try to involve me in such adventures. I would rather sit at home and do nothing instead of playing russian roulette with you."

He grimaced, "You're old. You should try to go out a little and see some faces. Even at the worst moment, you can find a side to have fun with." He made his voice sound like an author being a mentor.

I couldn't help but start laughing, "W-what?" I wheezed out, "I'm old?''

He snickered, "Yes, very old. Imma calls ya Granny."

I shove his body, ''Oh, Shut up. You are old." I couldn't stop my laughing fit now.

"Oh, yeah?" He starts to laugh as well.

You hold your chest, "Y-yeah! The one type who always travels around and looks after their grandkids!"

He grasp his chest, "I think I'm going to have a heart attack now." he whined dramatically.

Tails intervened chuckling, "Guys, I thought we are going to my workshop."

I was puzzled, "You have a workshop?"

"Yeah, of course, he has a workshop. He's a little genius with double fluffy tails, wearing a white coat working on weird tubes like a mad scientist!... Just joking, he always spends his time helping others fix their things or helping us win against Eggman with his incredible inventions. His heart is as big as his IQ." he quickly change his dramatic sentence when he saw the face Tails made.

Sonic choked, "Too much?"

Tails uncrossed his arms, "Too much."

I try to hold my laugh.

I try to be genuine, "Wow, that's really... big Tails." I didn't want to somehow offend him... again?

He smiled and shook his head, "I am just doing what I can."

We walk into the living room, Vanilla was standing in the middle looking straight at Sonic's eyes, she seems on the edge, "She can't go yet. She still needs some rest." she sounded troubled. Her arms crossed on her chest.

Cream and Cheese were sitting on a sofa playing with some cards. They look up when their mother spoke sternly.

Tails try to reason with her, "I know the risks but I already made sure she is fine, I showed you the checkups, and she doesn't seem to have any physical damage. She will be fine with us. We promise nothing will going to happen to her. Besides, you know we won't take her out if this isn't urgent." He pleads.

Sonic interrupted, "We'll make sure of it. She is not going to leave my sight I promise." he walk in with a reassuring smile.

Vanilla thought for a few seconds and sighed, "Okay, fine. She can go."

Sonic and Tails grin at each other with victory.

"But she is going to move to my house for a week after your little adventure. I want to make sure she is well-rested. You better come back with her safe and sound. Understood?"

I feel touched by her kindness but...

Why can't I make my own choices? Besides, aren't we agreed to find my home after this all ends? I thought I would finally see my family after whichever door I am key to they want opens... or broken?

On the other hand... Maybe I wouldn't mind staying a little bit more with them. I never experienced this much weird stuff in one day. Maybe this isn't so bad after all.

Cream lit up, "Yes! We can make carrot or chocolate cake together!" her chao agree with her. I smile at her sweetness.

Sonic and Tails look disappointed for a second but cover it with a smile. They nodded in agreement without any more words. I continue to think about my life choices.

"I'm going back to my house now. I will be waiting for her. I trust you two and Knuckles to keep her safe. Good luck. Come on Cream, Cheese." They drop the cards and slide down on the sofa to walk toward their waiting mother.

Cream waved at us and we waved back.

"Don't worry we will," Sonic reassured.

Vanilla smiled at them. She glanced back at me and I quickly smiled.

Before she leave with her daughter and their chao, she walks up to me and gently hold my shoulders, "If you don't feel well tell Tails immediately, don't shy away, he will bring you straight to me, Alright? I want you to be comfortable and healthy." she spoke kindly. Tails confirmed with a thumbs up and a warm smile.

I was speechless. I was only able to nod. Her smile grows and she leaves with her daughter.

Cream waves at us before they get out of the door and start walking away. I wave back with a small smile.

After waving at Cream, Tails didn't close the door and he turned towards us, "I am going to my workshop. I need to check on the Tornado to see if it needs any more repairs. After I do my final checks, we can go."

Sonic followed Tails outside, "You do your thing bro. Our little guest can come with you too. I'm going on a run to kill some time until then." I nodded following Tails.

I look back towards his home. Neither Sonic nor Vanilla is in sight. If that is, Sonic must be a really fast runner. I chuckled to myself.

I also notice Tails' house is the shape of his head, "Wow, nice... design?"

"You mean the exterior of my house?"

"Yeah," I spoke still looking back towards his house, examining.

"Thanks! You can say I kind of get it from someone..."

We turn another direction, I was no longer able to see his home.

I look back at him, and he looked kinda apathetic, "You mean like... you took it from your father kind of get it like genes or are you inspired by someone?" I spoke uneasily.

He looks around, "...I... no. Uh, the inspiration part." He seems to don't know what else to say.

I quickly change the topic, feeling guilty that I made him upset again, "Well, you do have a nice, cozy home. I like what you did. The colors suit the house... I mean it's you after all. You made it really good? I don't have any clue how but-- Uh... Sorry. I am not good with compliments." I stop myself from babbling. I am screwing this up. Why am I always saying nonsense beyond my fragile heart's understanding.

He smiled, "It's fine. You don't need to say anything." Yeah, I should shut up.

Our walk was quiet after that. A little bit awkward because of me...

A few hours ago I was running away from them. Now I am thinking how bad am as a person for opening sensitive topics without noticing. How stupid. We just met and I feel like I've already interfered with his whole life. It must have been very uncomfortable for him.

I take a sharp breath, I need to apologize.

"I'm sorry." We both look at each other stunned.

I chuckled nervously, "It's not your fault Tails. I was the one who couldn't stop my big mouth. It kinda stuck you know. I didn't mean to upset you. I- I am sorry." I huffed and shut up. I didn't know why I see the need to talk a lot. Whatever I do, I always have a lot on my mind especially when I am stressed. I just talk a lot to shut off my thinking and blank my mind.

When I think of them the most my head just starts to swarm with questions and worries. The one bothers me a lot is that, If I live on Earth all my life how did I never notice their existence? How have I never run across anything about them?

"You space out a lot too, huh?"

I blinked and look back at him, figuring he said something. I smile sheepishly, "Sorry. Can you repeat?"

He smiled, "I said, It's fine. I sometimes babble a lot too. Mostly when it's the things I like to do. What I mean is, it's okay, don't stop questioning. Please don't ever feel bad about yourself. I think it's a good feature. To think a lot. You just need to see the good it gives you. And I am not upset. I understand you are curious. I can see you don't have any clue about us or our species. That's odd because it should be impossible if you live all your life here." He thought out loud. You smiled relieved.

He glanced at you and mumbled to himself, "Especially that you felt major pains but I still couldn't find anything wrong with your body."

He looks down, "I should keep an eye on this." He whispered, suspicious.

We come to a stop in front of a building. It was as big as his house maybe a little bigger. And it was painted yellow and red too.

Tails open the door and smiled, "Don't tell anyone, but..." he lean towards you, whispering in a childish manner, "This is not exactly my workshop. I have a lot of workshops in separate places. It was for safety reasons. Anyway, come on in!"

He gives me some space to enter. I walk in with a smile, and he closes the door behind me. The lights were already open. It wasn't very spacious because of all the tools and mechanical things around. His Inventions, I remind myself.

There is also a red biplane in the middle. A red shiny biplane!

I turned to him pointing towards the plane, "You have a biplane." It was supposed to be a question but it came out as a shocking sentence, I was too stunned to speak properly. He owns a plane? He can fly? In this age? Does he know how to use it? Does he know how to repair it?! He owns a plane! My mind just couldn't grasp the situation and stopped working for a second from all this new information in a day.

I never saw a plane this close and somewhere like this before! I only saw passenger planes from afar at the airport!

Tails couldn't help but laugh at your expression, "Yep." He popped the 'p'.

I slowly walked around the plane in awe.

"You own a red plane." My mind was just blown I guess I am repeating things.

He laughed, "Yes, I have a red biplane. Are you like the color I did so much? Or are you simply couldn't believe I have a plane?" He joked.

I turn to him, "Please don't tell me you made this thing without a scratch. It is supposed to be illegal to own a plane at your age! I don't even know if it's illegal to own a plane in general!!" I shouted in shock.

He hummed in agreement while opening its lid, "No big deal, really. I already recognize it's every piece like a puzzle now. It always broke down during our adventures and I need to repair it again. And no I didn't make it Sonic gave me. He never told me why he had a plane in the first place." he spoke monotonously.

"So you did make it?" I need to stop repeating him...

"Uh... no. I only repair and modify it sometimes. It's Sonic's. He gives it to me..." He simply answered you again. He doesn't seem to bother about why are you acting weird.

"What kind of adventures make you see the need to repair it so much? That you literally memorize it's... everything." Now I am just going to look stupid in his eyes.

He walks towards his work table, picks up some tools, and started to sort out, "Armed robots, flying ships, some gems that can give powerful energy to anything, so you can think what would happen if they are in the hands of bad people. Also, they blow out my plane in so many ways I lost count..."

He start to work on the plane's engine, "This kind of adventure you need to face to blast almost all my inventions." he suck a breath, "And my friends..." he sighed.

"Oh..." I can't open my mouth after that. I bite my tongue and looked down. I wanted to ask so many questions. It's the best I shouldn't though. After seeing how bad I am making it...

What were they dealing with all this time? Is it as bad as it sounds? What's up with the gems? Who are we dealing with? Why does everything hurt? Why do I have no idea about Sonic or others? Where is exactly my home? Where is here? What's up with me being a key? What's a key? What's the door? Do anyone else is after it too? Who is Knuckles? How did they figure it out? How will this work in the end? Will there be a happy ending in the end? Is my life will be always like this? Running to save something while I am always confused? Are we gonna found a door and destroy it or open it? Where are we going? What are we gonna find? Who am I gonna met next? Can I be able to go back home? How can he know so much? Is he have a biplane?! What about Sonic, Cream, and Vanilla? I heard another voice back when I was alone in the guest room, who was he? Is he the Knuckles guy? Am I in danger? Am I doing the right thing? Should I back up since I got the chance? Am I able to see my family again? What if I die in the end fighting with a killing machine? Do I really want this? I have no real reason to do so... I was scared to die but still...something pushing me to continue...

A deep sigh ends my internal criticism. I looked up, Tails seems really upset.

"I..." he scratched his head. "I am really sorry. I didn't mean to sound so sour. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable..." he looked down, pondering.

I was going to say it's fine but he beat me to it, "How about I teach you some things? Is that okay for you?" he smiled apologetically.

I grinned, "I would like that. Please teach me. Anything is fine, really! I am pretty sure whatever gonna come from you will be useful for me in the future." I giggled excitedly with a big smile.

I run next to him. He smiled happily. He never got a chance to teach someone before. Seeing you so eager to learn makes him more excited to teach.

"It works similarly with cars. Actually, every mechanic parts use the anatomy of our bodies. Have you ever opened a hood of a car to look at the engine part?" he questioned with a smile.

I think for a few seconds, "No. I never open one myself. I only watch a few times in the back seat when dad or an auto repair man check in the car. But that doesn't help hmmm... Oh, but I did see it in the Car's Movie."

Tails raise a brow, speechless, "Okaay... At least you watch something about cars?" He spoke didn't quite catch what you are talking about.

He continues to lie on his back while he gazes at the big blue sky donated with white clouds with half-lidded optics.

He made a sound of a yawn. He wasn't tired in fact he was fully charged. He was just bored out of his circuits. He slowly sits up on the soft surface of the grass, leaning on his cannon arm.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have anything to do today except observing. Like his counterpart, he doesn't like to sit still but today was an exception. It needs to be. It's his mission. He was waiting for someone...

He crossed his legs and continue to count down the minutes. He starts to tap a digit on his leg out of boredom, creating soft metallic noises.

Hearing a faint hum, his emerald green optics turned towards the sky, spotting the flying blue dot.

His smirk widens at the sight of his brother's blue metal figure, "Finally some action." His optics switch to crimson red.

When Sonic walked in I try to wave at him but with a squeal of fright, the plane's oil start to splash on my face. Tails gasped and helped me to stop the leaking.

"Is everything alright there?" his voice sounded amused. I glare at him from the side.

Tails cleaned his hands on a cloth, "Everything seems in place. I only need to fill its depo then we can take off. It won't take long."

"Alright, you do your thing. And you come with me we are cleaning your face."

I sarcastically spoke, "I am fine like this. Thank you." I refuse his offer stubbornly.

"Yes. Thanks to me you will be fine. Trust me you don't wanna stay like that all day."

Tails snickered and lean on your side, whispering, "It will stink, beside you should go with Sonic to clean up while I full the Tornado."

I huffed, before walking away with Sonic I turned to Tails liting up like a torch, "Wait, that reminds me. Why did you call your plane Tornado?" You ask while walking toward the door next to Sonic.

Tails grinned, "I'll tell you the story when you are back." He waves at you. You try to look at him from the doorway but Sonic continues to drag you out of the workshop.

"I swear you two are like twins of some kind," Sonic grumbled.

You snickered at this, "I'm discovering new things I like. What's up with that? Wasn't you the one to say to see a few people's faces?"

He hummed, "You are right. If you learn to not stain yourself maybe I introduce you to Amy. You two would get along well."

"You should!" I chirped happily, "I would like to meet all your friends!"

Sonic chuckled nervously, "I was afraid of you saying that, but in the end, you will eventually meet all of them, I have a feeling you will."

He quickly changes the topic, "You sound really happy. Did you have fun with Tails and his interesting love for mechanics?" He raises a playful brow.

I grinned, "Yep. He's a good teacher. I hope I am a good learner also. I am sure his advice will be very useful to me... someday."

We walk into Tails' home and Sonic leads me into a bathroom. I notice he was still holding my hand, "Can you...?"

He quickly take his hand away and smiled nervously, "You can use whatever you want here. I'll be outside waiting for you."

I thumb up and he nodded, leaving.

I figure I should take a bath instead of cleaning myself with a cloth. So as quick as I can be I start to undress and take a quick shower.

Tails smile to himself and climb into the cockpit. Sonic already sitting at one of the wings. Why is go beyond my caring. If he won't fall then it's okey with me.

I stand there with my new fresh clothes probably coming out of Sonic's unused wardrobe. -He said that not me-

A sky blue hoodie with brown jeans.

I take a deep breath and walk towards the plane.

"Uh..." I stop, staring, don't know how to climb even though I watch them do it.

"Do you need a hand there?" Sonic asked uneasily, maybe a little amused too.

I shook my head stubbornly and reach out towards the cockpit, pulling my arms with a groan, I push my feet in and threw myself inside. I quickly get up and sit correctly.

I noticed the two quickly turn their heads away. They've been staring...

I quickly look down at my hands, embarrassed. I never get on a plane before! They made it look so easy. They are probably using it a lot, so it's easy for them... I had my reasons to not get in one...

Sonic coughed, "Alright, let's go!"

Tails didn't answer and jump of off the plane and run towards a table.

Sonic raises a brow, "What happend?"

Tails pick up an earphone and an mp3 player.

I look back towards Sonic, who shrugged.

He turn towards us and climbed into the plane.

He put them over your lap, "Here, it can help." he smiled.

I laughed awkwardly, "Uh... Thanks."

"Don't worry no one used them before. They are new. You can listen to whatever you want. They are yours now."

Before I can protest he turns back and starts the engine without new interceptions.

He presses a button on the plane and the garage's big doors open.

I bite my lip when the plane slowly speeds ups. Sonic grins excitedly from where he sits.

I sighed and put the earphones in. I look through the options in the mp3 player and choose one of the songs I saw as interesting.

Between the sound of the engine and the music, I heard Sonic's faint shouting excitedly. I looked up to see he was holding his hands up around the clouds. I couldn't help but smile at him.

The clouds, oh they look so much more beautiful up close. Like white cotton candy.

I sit up a little to see how the view looks. I clean my hoodie and swallow down. We are pretty high up. That was quick. I regret looking down but... the view was so beautiful...

We are pretty smoothly flying. So I can bear with this for now. I turn towards Sonic and Tails. Maybe I can trust them... They are fun, friendly, and reliable to be around...

Even if the 'adventure' we are about to face scares me, I believe I can trust them on this.

I turn back to watch the view. It was mostly single-story houses, farmhouses, fields, and plots, around in a big forest.

I turn back towards Tails, yelling a little bit because of the engine and the music, "Hey, hopefully, I am not so pushy for asking so many questions, but can you explain what are we gonna do when we arrive? I mean what do you two mean by I am some kind of a key?" I need to at least know what we are going to do.

Tails glanced back for a second, he looked towards Sonic, who is watching the horizon, "Well, Knuckles will be the best to explain it. We only look for the gate he was talking about, he saw it in his... vision. We find it, so it exists, unfortunately. But it needs a special key to open it. There is no other way in, believe me, we try everything. You can say it's kinda magical. Oh, and we are not the only ones searching for the gate. So be ready. It won't be going to be nice. That's all I can say. You need to wait a little longer for better information."

"How do you know I was the key? And you sound like talking about an object but you see I am not an object!"

"It was Knuckles who figure it out when we find you! He said it's your necklace!"

I pause and looked down at my gold chain, violet-colored crystal. I hold it in my palm, freaking out. I always thought it was fake... maybe it isn't.

I got it from a normal store of accessories for god's sake.

Sonic pipped in, "Don't worry! When I am here nothing bad will happen."

I saw Tails mutter something but couldn't make out what he said.

I huffed, "How much longer do I need to wait?"

I saw him trying to hold his smile, "Half an hour."

I groaned loudly and lean on the seat.

That's long!

You sighed looking towards the horizon. You were getting more curious about this Knuckles guy.

Knuckles grumbled under his breath, "Where are they? This shouldn't have been taking this long."

He tapped his fingers over his arm. He leans over the stone stairs he is sitting at.

"If we're late for this, Eggman will find a way to open the gate. I can't even think of a worse scenario than this. If it wouldn't for Sonic's recklessness, we would be already sealed the gate a long time ago..."

"Are you talking to yourself again, Knucklehead?"

He closes his eyes and grits his teeth, "You are calling me that too?"

The bat landed at the end of the stone stairs, with a teasing tone, "Sorry, you want me to call you handsome instead?" She put a hand on her waist.

He sighed getting up from where he sat, "Did you talk with Shadow as we speak?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"I sure did." She becomes serious, "We'll be ready if anything goes wrong with the door or that girl. I already start looking for another similar crystal in case hers won't work."

"It won't be necessary I know the girl has the right crystal." He closes his eyes to recall, "I believe in my instincts."

Rouge smiled, "I know, I never hesitate to trust your instincts for a second, hon."

"Sure, you didn't." He was unimpressed.

Rouge, "But seriously. We need to talk about something."

He opens his eyes, "What?"

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I am so sorry it takes so long for me to publish this. I wasn't sure about it for a long time.

Besides an idea or desire to write isn't coming all the time so it takes time... At least for me.

[A funny scenario from the episode that I decided to add here]

Tails: Why did you have brown jeans? You don't even like wearing pants.

Sonic, sweat dropped: It's-It wasn't mine. It's Amy's.

Tails: ...Why do you have Amy's jeans?

Sonic, notice how bad it sounded: I don't-- She just-- She probably forget it in the house!

Tails: Why didn't you give it back since?

Sonic: What do you want me to say!? I forget, okay? It got useful anyway! Look, she is wearing it! She looks happy! End of the case!

Tails: Sure...

[hyperfixatingonsonicsohard]

Live Blogging: Knuckles Episode 1

SPOILERS

Awwwww Tails has a plane bed while the others have car beds thats so cute!!

Knuckles just YOINK’d! those workers OMG!

I want to drop kick that girl-scout so bad

Omg cheif guy ghost!!!

Wait if Ghosts are cannon in this universe does that mean in Sonic 3 we might see a Maria Ghost?!

I need to see lil’ knuckles now

I love how he’s gonna train a HUMAN to continue the echidna tribe legacy/culture

I can imagine wade teaching his kids too lol

Speaking of which i NEED to see more echidna culture other than the warrior-ing

Wait GUN is in London? I thought it was a totally USA thing?

YO WHO ARE THESE TWO AGENTS

AND WHO IS THIS GUY?! AND WHEN DID HE CROSS PATHS WITH KNUCKLES?!

Omg this cinematography is beautiful wtf its a bowling alley and yet i feel like im a ballerina on stage

Aww i love this story about wade’s dad! Like its making fun of the kinda tropes like “my dad taught me everything i know” kinda thing but its also so much more realistic

FUCKING TJ-MAX

WTF WADES DAD

Wade im glad bowling makes you feel like ur dads back but he abandoned you in a fucking TJ-MAX! I wouldnt want him to be back goddamn

I BELIVE IN YOU TOO WADE!!!!

Damn I wish i was as good at Bowling as Wade and Knuckles

imagine crossing the ring for a major battle and you end up in a bowling alley lol

I love how Wade is like “oh right he was grounded i wont get in the parent’s way”

I mean, wade knows knuckles and the fam have alein government shit stuff going on. Its not a stretch to assume these two governments looking agents are an already established part of the parenting system

Theyre not but i get it wade i’d assume the same

ITS THE BIT FROM THE TRAILERS!

I saw a behind the scenes that this was this lady’s first time doing her own ‘stunts’. Honestly she looks like she’s having a blast lol(Pun not intended)

Oop! Maybe it was! Yikes!!

Yes Wade! Help your teacher!

Wade giving himself high-five as if it was what he always does made me laugh out loud

And its actually kinda sad now that i think about it :(

YO BLASTING THE GUN TO LAUNCH HERSELF THATS SO COOL

“I told you this was a battle feild!” HA!

YOO A RING GUN THATS SO COOL

They must have looked all through the Siberian snow for them wow

OH NO KNUCKLES!

“I have to-I have to-I have….an incredibly dumb idea” MOOD

Yo these credits are so cool!

Awwwww the “My Friends” CD and the Band CD?! So cute!

[silversiren1101]

Mino, I'm very interested to know - what do you think of your mythic powers? What made you decide to go Aeon?

"I hate them." She looks at you, unblinking, unflinching, her smile never wavering. "But I suppose you want a reason."

Minovae reclines backward, and there is something almost like contempt in her eyes as she speaks. A rare, ugly emotion not often seen there.

"I've always been different. Never out of choice. All I ever wanted to be was treated the same as everyone... another piece of society that doesn't stick out for better or for worse. I wanted to be considered for what I contribute and my work. My skills. Things that I've worked for to earn and strived to do, rather than parts of me I can't change or are just part of me than can be used to judge without merit or reason..."

Her tail feathers rattle pointedly.

"I didn't earn or ask for these powers, but now it's all anyone really sees and thinks of me as. The Inevitable Paradox, rather than 'Minovae Arangeir.' It doesn't matter that I'm a hard worker and that I prefer to do things honestly with my hands. All I am now is this power. All I am now is my protean crown. Potential for shaping history and the world. A figurehead... to be allied with and manipulated..."

She shakes her head.

"As for why the aeon... because it's not secret how little I think of the gods overall. You have to remember, I grew up in burning Cheliax. My entire life has been shaped by the destruction and chaos caused by the death of just one god. I don't mind most of the gods, but I believe mortals need to stand on our feet first. Relying too much upon the gods is just a recipe for disaster on every side of the equation. I'm not as radical as Rahadoum, but someone like Seelah would go far enough to say I'm a bit heretical in my beliefs. Yet even she saw what happened to the Hand of the Inheritor... how easily he was abandoned by a goddess off supposedly goodness and justice. Her goddess."

An eye rolls conveys her opinion, but her smile is still a bit warm. It's kind of like she feels pity for her paladin friend.

"So, I believe in the power of Goodness, but not the baggage that comes with the power of Heaven. I foolishly thought that pure Law would be different in that regard - that Aeons didn't mettle in the affairs of the material plane like the gods and their servants do. That leaning on that power wouldn't make me indebted to some higher power."

A bitter, tired laugh heaves her shoulders as she then bites at her lip.

"Of course, I know better know. The number of outsiders that genuinely care about the autonomy of mortals is frighteningly few. But now the aeon is just a part of me as the protean is, and I won't ever be able to be a part of the system ever again, really. Not truly."

She sighs deeply.

"At least I know that, though. I'm not going to pretend to be something that I'm not."

Thanks for asking! She would give up every mote of her powers if she could.

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Trial by Fire (part 56)

A Nightcrawler/Fem!OC romance, drama, and mystery fanfic, with lots of Quicksilver thrown in for fun and even more drama.

Intro (with link to full Ao3 story) First Previous

Bedelia held onto Kurt’s hand during the flight. Her mind was receding in on itself as it often did in stressful situations. She was writing, though with Xavier in the jet; it wasn’t as private as usual.

The Xavier School for Gifted Children is an idyllic campus. Sprawling gardens, spacious and well-kept rooms, excellent dining services, and rigorous classes. This small private school also hides a secret - it is a school for mutant children. For years there have been rumors among mutants that there was a school for young mutants to grow and learn among their own kind, free of fear from humans. I, dear readers, was lucky enough to find myself on this campus. I cannot speak of the circumstances of my arrival.

‘And not of this school, Miss Hayes,’ Xavier commented softly in her head. ‘Though you do have an excellent turn of phrase.’

Bedelia’s eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Xavier, still flying the plane. ‘Pretending to write helps to calm me. I won’t write about the school, as I promised...unless you give your permission, of course.’ That’s how she could respond, right? Mentally? He could hear her?

‘Yes, I can hear you...and we shall see. You did have a good point yesterday morning. The X-men are perhaps too insulated and should reach out to mutants more directly.’

Out of sheer awkwardness, Bedelia did not try to mentally write during the rest of the 10-minute flight. They arrived over the large open fields of a park, and the jet slowly lowered. As it touched down out of the front windows, Bedelia saw 4 figures appear across from them. The forms of Magneto, Frost, Quicksilver, and Azazel were unmistakable. Bedelia’s hand tightened on Kurt’s once again as the X-men, Trance, and Bedelia left the jet.

Kurt had squeezed Bedelia’s hand but released it as they left the X-jet. To his knowledge, the Brotherhood didn’t know about them, and, on some level, he felt that was safer. Still, he kept near her, mindful of any tricks Quicksilver might attempt. A simple twitch of his tail around her arm and they’d be gone.

The two groups closed the distance between each other. They stopped a good ten feet away from each other. Magneto stepped forward, and Xavier moved up, closing the distance to a comfortable speaking range. They all could hear what was being said, however. 

“Erik.” Xavier greeted Magneto and then gave a small nod to the others.

“Xavier,” Magneto greeted in return. It would have been better if this had been in private, just the two of them.

The Brotherhood had been instructed to stay back, Quicksilver in particular. If the negotiations were against the Brotherhood, Quicksilver would grab the journalist and take her while Azazel stopped his son from following them. All they were waiting for was a sign from Magneto. His eyes met with the journalist’s. Bedelia lifted her chin at this, but Magneto could still see the fear in her eyes. She acted much braver with the X-men beside her, but she still knew the proper amount of fear.

Using the steel orbs he kept on him at all times, Magneto fashioned a platform for him to sit on. Level with Xavier. An equal playing field. “We want our journalist returned, Xavier. She agreed to write for the Brotherhood; you had no right to take her from me.”

Having been Erik’s friend and more for a few decades, Xavier knew very well that patience was required with him. The patience of a saint, as Hank was fond of reminding him from time to time, but patience nonetheless. He caught the quiet, subtle gesture and thought, not for the first time, how it would be nice to have them be on the same side...or at least alone. 

But he returned his focus, mindful of the volatile situation. “Erik, she does not belong to anyone. Ms. Hayes is an individual who deserves freedom as much as the next person. It is possible for Ms. Hayes to fulfill her writing contract for the mutant cause while maintaining that personal space.” He insisted. “To be completely frank, she has been safer with us than she has been in your own house. Even if the problem is currently in Alaska.”

“And she freely chose to work for the Brotherhood,” Erik told Xavier in a neutral tone. “We were willing to give her space until she tested the bounds of our trust.” The mention of how Pyro had attempted to harm her made his mouth tighten. 

“What happened with Pyro is unfortunate, and he has been dealt with. She is more than safe with us so long as she does not break our agreement.” The silent agreement that not a word she wrote would negatively affect the Brotherhood. That she would not betray or work against the Brotherhood. “What we did was merely give her an inside look at the story. Far more detail and evidence than any other person could hope to have. We give her special access and protection during engagements, and the truth is told.”

Near Kurt, Bedelia's hand curled into a fist, her nails biting into her palm. She hated not having a say, but something told her the time was not right for her to intervene. One of them would ask her about something she was sure...and if they didn’t, the moment would present itself. Right now, they were testing one another. Still, it was difficult to watch.

“It is neither safe nor healthy to have her working in an environment with an axe above her head, Erik,” Xavier said calmly. He had caught the flicker of an expression on his face at Pyro. He decided to press on that. “Would you truly have the quality of her work be at risk by having her not only a prisoner but be in the same area as the one she had been attacked in by your own?” Quality. Wasn’t that the part and purpose of her work, the purpose, and quality? 

Erik begrudgingly had to admit that Xavier had a good point. He did not want the quality of the journalist’s work to suffer. She was only useful to the Brotherhood because of the quality of her work. Any journalist they wanted to take off the street could write about the Brotherhood. Even Pyro had worked in journalism before joining, but it was the quality, the reliability, and the clout that she had that mattered.

Kurt took a slow, steady breath. He thought back to how he had grabbed Bedelia not too long ago, how the building shook and shuddered under them. His eyes moved from the Professor to Quicksilver -- he wasn’t oblivious to his heavy gaze on him -- then to Azazel. He didn’t like this. 

Xavier added quieter this time, but his words were still sharp, “And forgive me, Erik, but who precisely saved Ms. Hayes from a building collapse that was triggered by another one of your own? I do not see how that could qualify as proper protection.” 

At the mention of how the journalist - no, not just the journalist, but Trance and nearly Mystique and Frost - had been close to dying due to Avalanche, Magneto had the first true give. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Avalanche has been greatly punished for that. Perhaps if you had not shown up and interrupted our work, the journalist would not have been in danger.”

“If you were not keeping her hostage, we would not have needed to save her. You cannot say she was with you completely willingly. Even if she wants to pursue her stories, you cannot threaten her to write them…help me find a middle ground, Eric.”

Erik kept Xavier’s gaze with the answer to the next question. “A middle ground, Xavier? I am unsure I can provide one as I do not know where you stand. What do you want of the journalist?”

Still, the journalist. He was referring to Bedelia solely as the utility she had to him. Bedelia picked up on this. When she had been with the Brotherhood, she had needed them to see her humanity. Make them see her as a person. She was able to do that with Quicksilver, Wanda, Trance, hell even Toad, but the most important had been Magneto. In that, she had failed.

Xavier leaned back in his chair just a bit as if they were all having a cup of tea rather than meeting at a field. “I want Ms. Hayes to be both free and safe to continue her work for the cause of mutants -- or any other work she feels the need to pursue.” He said with honesty. There was one tidbit that Magneto hadn’t been informed about. And, for a split second, Xavier wondered why he hadn’t been.

Sometimes Erik cursed Xavier’s way with words. Perhaps that was why he was so invested in this human. Her and his old friend shared a similar skill in wordsmithing. Continue her work? Magneto could do that. Safe? Magneto agreed. Free? That is where they ran into difficulty. Erik was about to comment on that to start the talk of “middle ground” when Xavier continued.

“There is another topic in which both Ms. Hayes and the X-men will be looking into. If it is what we fear, we will have to act swiftly in turning the public attention to it and bring them to our side -- a task that Ms. Hayes can assist in only if she can provide quality work in a safe environment.” Xavier insisted. He didn’t want to give, not just yet, but he knew Erik wouldn’t let her stay with the X-men -- nor should she. She was a grown woman with her own life before and, God willing, after the Brotherhood. “Perhaps the middle ground is not, for once, metaphorical, but something more concrete.” 

As always, Xavier knew him well enough that Erik had to take the bait.

“A new threat? Greater than Genosha,” Erik asked - it was not quite a scoff, but it was disbelieving. What could be a more pressing issue than Genosha? Were the humans making plans for extermination already? The middle ground Xavier was requesting was unexpected...was he suggesting they may need to work together? Was he conceding that Erik was right?

He breathed out heavily. “As she was previously, the journalist does not need to stay inside our hideout so long as she is also not going to be at the school.” It was the first concession. Erik wanted to know what Xavier was talking about. “There will be a constant guard on her. We do not need her running off to the human governments and telling them all our secrets. The school would be in danger as much as the Brotherhood.”

Bedelia’s nose flared at the insult. Did he not believe that she wouldn’t give up her sources? If Frost was going to rape her mind for memories, could she not have convinced Magneto of that?! Turning on any of the mutants here was the furthest thing from Bedelia’s mind. All she was after was the truth! It wasn’t even the idea of a “guard” that she was mad about; it was the implication that she would turn on her sources! Bedelia’s other hand curled up in a fist as well with anger.

Xavier smiled gently. Good, he knew he could trust Erik to be sensible about this. “Believe me, Erik, the government is likely to be the last group to turn to at this moment in time -- not that she would. Perhaps, then, it would be best for Ms. Hayes to be left at her home...with someone from the X-men nearby as well.” If he insisted on a ‘guard,’ then Xavier would provide the same -- not that he thought  Kurt would allow anything less. 

Some of Bedelia’s anger was cooled by Xavier's defense of her and her “loyalty.” A guard from the X-men and Brotherhood? That could go so horribly wrong so quickly. At least at the same time. Kurt would be her guard, and if Quicksilver was the other...she might not have a home anymore.

Erik looked over Xavier at the suggestion of an X-man guard trying to read the other man. The government was the last group she would turn to, so this involved the US government. “I do not believe either of us has two members that would get along well enough to guard her together. They will trade weeks. Quicksilver will be her guard for the Brotherhood, with Scarlet Witch as an alternate when necessary.”

“So long as it is only those two for your side, I think that would work. Should there need to be a...substitute, I think it would only be appropriate to inquire with Ms. Hayes about her next preference. Nightcrawler and Wolverine will be the X-men responsible for keeping Ms. Hayes safe.” Not secure, not maintained, not detained, but safe . Kurt, because it was unlikely the lad would agree to stay away, and Logan...well, should the worse occur, Logan would provide a fierce level of protection and distraction if need be. 

Xavier gently brushed past Bedelia’s mind. I am afraid this is the best that could be done, Ms. Hayes. Is there anything else ? 

‘This is acceptable, thank you,’ was there anything else? Yes. But right when she was about to tell him, Magneto spoke up with the exact thing she was concerned about.

“Her work will need to be monitored closely and reviewed by myself before publication. I will not have her writing anything against the Brotherhood, or that is anti-mutant.”

That was the tipping point for Bedelia. Her temper flared up again, and she was unable to restrain herself. “I am not your propagandist. I will write the truth and nothing less!”

If there was anyone in the group who was taken aback by the Irish woman’s outburst, they clearly didn’t know her... at all . Xavier knew this wasn’t exactly the sort of temper that would charge Erik’s, but he knew it could be the starting point to a powder keg if he let it. “I do not think that necessary, Erik; after all, didn’t Ms. Hayes write two excellent articles on the Brotherhood and Genosha?” Even with all the blood spilling she witnessed , it went unsaid.

“Two excellent articles under Brotherhood supervision.” But, Erik did have to concede that he had not required her to change any aspect of the articles. She had done as she said she would and delivered an unbiased article. He hated how much he was giving away here. Magneto’s eyes shot to Bedelia. The fire in them was admirable, as was her skill - a shame she was a human - but even with all her bravado, Magneto felt her quell under his steely gaze. Good, she still knew her place.

Xavier seemed to be of a similar mind. “If that can be agreed upon, Erik, then Trance can return with you, and we will settle Ms. Hayes in her home.” Once, they did a sweep of the area. The news of Essex would be spoken to Erik in private -- not quite the level of privacy that he wanted, but the sort of privacy that they were only afforded being on such different lines like this.

“Very well, Xavier,” Erik finally said. “We are in agreement, but Ms. Hayes is not to leave until you have told me what this new threat is. Release Trance and tell me, then she may settle down at home.”

A small victory in some way. Magneto had finally used her name. That was progress, right? And Bedelia was the expert on Essex. She knew the information inside and out. ‘I can stay for this. I know it best,’ She thought aloud in her head, hoping to get to Xavier though realizing that Frost probably heard as well.

“Of course.” Xavier agreed, hearing Bedelia’s thoughts loud and clear. The way that Frost looked at her told him she had as well. That would be something they would work on, he thought, to limit any potential issues in the future. He turned to look at Beast and Trance.

Trance turned to her left to Beast and held her hand out. “Thank you, Blue.” She said softly, for his ears more than anything. “I look forward to our future shared interests.” 

Hank handed off the bag and inclined his head to Trance. “Of course,” he replied in a low tone. Stepping back, Hank walked a few paces away with the rest of the X-men. Across the line, Azazel saw the Beast step back. The moment he was out of arm's reach of Trance, Azazel teleported to her before immediately teleporting back to the appropriate distance.

Looking across at the X-men, he smirked. It would have been that easy to take her before. It would have been that easy to take the journalist. His eyes met Hank’s, and the smirk grew just a hint. Azazel’s hand had not been removed from Trance’s shoulder. “ Izvinite,” sorry, he spoke to no one in particular.

Erik smirked as well, though more at how the X-men had been put on edge.

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The concept of flying private was something that Y/N always thought would be impossible for her. Therefore, she was rather surprised when the car pulled up right in front of Harry’s private jet. The jet was completely white, yet it had written Harry’s initials on its tail.

Harry got out of the car first and stretched his hand out for her to take.

“Wow” Harry chuckled at her gasp, he carried her purse out and shut the door behind her. Meanwhile, the airplane crew welcomed them both and began taking their bags out of the trunk and loading them into the plane.

“Mr. Styles” The long-time pilot, greeted Harry as he walked down the steps. “It’s so nice to see you!” Harry did not know about jets and flying when he decided to buy the aircraft. Hence, he turned to Richard for advice, and ever since he has been the pilot of the jet. Harry trusted no one else.

“Richard! How’ve you been?” Harry shook his hand when he got down.

“Very well sir!” He smiled, the pilot noticed Y/N and instantly turned to her. “You must be Ms. Y/L/N! Welcome!” Richard had been astonished to read her name on the guest chart. He had only had the pleasure of meeting two of Harry’s ex. He only wished this one was nicer than the others.

“Thank you! It’s so nice to meet you” Y/N shyly said, not used to greeting people. She was nervous because this trip implicated meeting new people, and she wasn’t as an extrovert as Harry.

He could talk to the wall and not feel like a fool.

“Is everything ready?” He asked, gently guiding Y/N up the steps and into the plane.

“Yes sir. Even the guests are here” Y/N heard him reply as she paid attention to all the details of the inside of the jet. Richard referred to Alessandro, Michael, and William. They had arrived earlier than the couple, which was always unexpected to them. Harry was never late. He would usually scowl and lecture at the rest of the men for leaving him waiting.

She had made them late. Y/N had struggled with leaving Oliver behind. She held him and cried for a few minutes. Harry had to intervene and separate them. It had made his heart ache, yet he forced himself to drive them apart.

The seats of the plane were beige and the carpet a darker tone. It was very elegant.

“Finally! I thought you weren’t coming for a moment!” Alessandro cried as soon as he saw Y/N. He got up from his seat and greeted her with a hug and kiss on each cheek. “I can’t wait for you to see where we are staying!”.

Alessandro had been planning the entire trip since the night they had dinner at Harry’s. If there is something that excited Alessandro was showing the loveliness of his country to foreigners. He had planned every single minute and second in Italy.

Alessandro was even more excited that it was Y/N who was accompanying them. From what he had heard, she was genuinely interested in his close friend. Harry also seemed like he was infatuated with her.

“I didn’t get the memo we had to come in uniform” Alessandro frowned…

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Corporal Larson! He heard the lieutenant call.

In here, lieutenant. He called, and the cavity of the plane's tail echoed, making his voice louder than he meant.

He soon heard the lieutenant's boots go from walking on metal walking to them.

There's a whole ass... sorry, kid. Lieutenant Håvard starts TJ looking up at him with curiosity.

You make it sound like he doesn't say the worst things. Tord said.

He doesn't need to know that. TJ said, folding his arms as Tord rolled his eyes.

I don't know what this is besides the big nuclear symbol and the warning it's nuclear and handle with care. He said as TJ went back to piggybacking on Tord's back with a yawn.

We'll take this whole thing back to base. Good job, Corporal. lieutenant said, patting his back

Hey, I located and found it the crashed plane. He only found this! Don't take all the credit. TJ said.

Good job, TJ. Now take your boy back to the hotel to get some rest. Lieutenant Håvard said.

Thank you, Lieutenant. But I just want to check if friends of mine are alright. Tord said.

Alright, be careful, my boy. Key the little one close. Oh, maybe help me move this barrel to my vehicle. I'll take it to base tonight, so you might be alone for tonight. Lieutenant Håvard said.

I'll put TJ in the car. Tord said before realizing the zombies entering.

Oh, God dammit. Tord said, getting his gun and firing the first few..

Get away from the barrel if you're sho... Lieutenant Sørensen said, seeing the zombies.

Oh, right. Tord said, trading the gun for a switch blad and a pipe setting TJ behind boxes. Tord used the pipe and blade to take out the zombies.

That was fun. Come on, TJ. Tord said.

The lieutenant was horrified by what she saw, watching as the 5 year old who watched it all paddle out from hiding to his father.

I'll be back, Lieutenant. Tord said.

Bye, Lieutenant Sørensen. TJ's said from Tord's shoulders.

Bye, TJ. Lieutenant Sørensen said.

That family, I swear. The lieutenant muttered, trying to move the barrel himself.

Are you sure you didn't get a bite? I don't want you dying or turning. TJ said.

I'm a skilled fighter, I'm fine. Tord said as he walked through the forest.

Eh, I would check just in case. TJ said.

Will you ever stop giving me a hard time. Tord sighed.

Not until I'm back to myself, asshole. TJ said.

You sound like it was me who changed you into a baby... also, you sacrifice yourself for me. He said.

Yeah, you were supposed to get out of London without me not taking me away from my friends. And now an evil Tord is doing shit! If i hadn't stopped, this wouldn't be happening! TJ said, hitting him and pulling his hair.

Ow! stop! Tord said, grabbing the toddler and holding TJ up, getting glared at by the kid.

Look, it's nobodies fault. Just stop and calm down. Honestly, I thought you would have forgotten that since then, but no, I get this every time. Here's your toy and book. I'll be back. Tord said after buckling him in.

TJ blew raspberries at him as he shut the door.

My greatest Foe, my three-year-old "son." Tord muttered, then sighed he's just tired. it's past his bedtime. Tord said as he walked. He could still hear those guys shooting in the distance.

They need an army, not just three people. He said then thought about what TJ said about an "evil Tord." The leader did look like him. He had hated the clones. They caused him trouble people saying they saw him in place he went or never go.

He faintly remembered TJ before this in an old vehicle of theirs they managed to get running and living out of it. He remembered watching them course Edd though it was weird and dragged him to do things around the house or the couch to watch Telly/ play video games... Kicking Tom's ass in video games was Tord's favorite part of those times.

He looked down. This is how missing them feels like. It hurts. He likes his job, but he hadn't noticed the pain of missing them since he was busy, or maybe he made himself busy to distract himself, portending that all is fine. *growling coming from stomach* Did he eat supper? He forgot to make food for himself and TJ.

TORD! Hurry up, I need help! Lieutenant Sørensen call.

Coming, Lieutenant. Tord said, "Now running

They managed to get the barrel into the back of the lieutenant's vehicle. After insuring it would move, Tord got the key for the hotel. They said their goodbye.

It was late, but he still drove past the house. They add a second level to the house (would have been handy when four people were living there, but. Tord did have to share a room with Tom when he moved in before Tord got annoyed by Tom's... everything and made a closet they weren't using and put his stuff in there. Yes, it was small, but he didn't care it's not his room.

Of course, the lights were on at almost midnight (the three men were still shooting at Zombies) , and Tord could see the three playing video games.

Five years, and they still haven't changed.

Tord looked back at the sleeping five-year-old. He couldn't leave him.

Tord the a breath and slipped out. Carrying TJ, who stirred and looked around.

Hey, buddy. We're just seeing some friends of mine, ok? You can still sleep or sleep in my old room. Tord said to TJ, who groaned. Then we'll go to bed. He said softly, kissing the child's forehead.

Are they still at it? TJ said sleepily as more shots were heard.

Sadly. Tord said with a sigh before knocking.

As usual, Edd was heard saying, "Tom, can you get the door?"

Tom's going to slam the door in our face, though. Tord muttered as he got a toddler backpack.

How tragic. TJ said as Tord tilted his head at the green house next door that's new.

Tom opened the door.

Hey, Tom. Tord said, and Tom sighed, rolling his eyes and shutting the door.

Told you. He never changes.... At least they're ok. Tord said.

Good thing you didn't bet on him shutting the door. I have nothing to bet except for fruit snacks... which I didn't have much of. TJ said as he looked up as the clouded sky became full of stars (well, enough stars you can see in the city) before seeing the numbers of zombies coming their way

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