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Run boy, run | Merlin | Kingsman

Chapter 3: A bitter life of Kingsman agent

Summary: Roxy would definitely change the rules a little bit, like Merlin, who was quite anxious about being the temporary Arthur. One day, when she would be the chosen one, she would change the rules in a suitable way.

A/N: I wrote it in 2015 pls have mercy on me.

"Is it me or does he look quite cheerful today?" Eggsy whispered conspiratorially to Roxy, who was sitting next to him.

She hadn't even notice that but Merlin was in fact more relaxed than yesterday and even nicer? His usual remarks were less strict. She shrugged in response. The personal life of her superior wasn't her interest, so she really didn't need to know. However, as she looked at Eggsy, she saw he was quite interested in it.

They had known each other for over a year, and she knew that look on his face. The look that tells her it is only a matter of time, before he asks some stupid ass questions, and probably got him hit on the head. Her and Eggsy's eyes met and she gave him 'don’t you even try' gaze.

"C'mon aren't you curious?" He insisted, with a charming yet somehow devilish smile.

"Eggsy, no. Don't even try it," she patted him on the head, trying to bring him to order, but she wasn't sure if it would help.

"Fine, Rox, fine. How's your candidate? Or don’t you have one?" He changed the topic, and was met with her sigh of relief.

"As a matter of fact I do have one, and I personally think he's really good. He's got a chance to get Tristian's place," Roxy answered.

Good Lord. Was that Merlin whistling, or is there something wrong with my hearing? She thought, as she got a quick look at the man. She was sure Eggsy had heard it too, because he was looking as surprised as she was.

"I bet he got laid last night," Roxy almost spit out the tea she was drinking.

"Eggsy!" she said that too loud, and attracted attention from Merlin.

"What are you two so fierce fully whispering about?" He queried.

"Our candidates, Merlin," Eggsy answered instead of Roxy, who was coughing out her tea.

"Good thing I didn't spit on my clothing... I wouldn't have time to change," she sighed with disbelief.

Eggsy looked as if he had the best time of his life, while watching her reaction. He handed her a napkin, laughing silently. How generous, she thought sarcastically, accepting it.

"C'mon that was funny," he tried to convince her, but after meeting her ice cold gaze Eggsy finally stopped talking.

A few moments passed in silence, disturbed from time to time by one of Eggsy's loud sighs, and after each, he would got tired look from Roxy.

"Eggsy..." He looked at her with suspicious look on his face, as her voice seemed a little too nice to him. "I didn't know you like Taylor Swift," her lips formed into huge grin.

"The hell? How would - " He started, highly surprised.

"Eggsy, language," he heard from Merlin.

"Were you spying on me? Have you seen how I’ve been singing? I don't believe that! Roxy, c'mon..."

She laughed softly to herself, watching him look at her in disbelief. It had in fact been an accident, but the film she had on her phone was a completely different story.

"I am a spy... What did you expect? Anyway, it would be shame if someone could see it..."

"Roxy don't be like that. You beat my ass on the rifle range and now this?" Eggsy was so surprised by her cold-blooded actions, that he couldn't find right words. "I was your slave yesterday but now you're gettin’ monstrous."

"Good," she said with satisfaction, as Eggsy tried to put everything together. "Anyway what are we waiting for, Merlin?"

He looked up from his newspaper and without a word, he pointed at the open door through which other agents walked into the meeting room. As soon as they had appeared Eggsy, sat back in his official place, so other agents could be seated in their own seats. He was a little surprised that none of the agents actually had the look of the spy. It was more like they were in a secret organisation like the Freemason, but for absolutely not like super-secret spy agents. They all exchanged greetings between Merlin, Galahad and Lancelot and took their seats, but quite interesting conversations didn't stop, as Eggsy overheard few.

"Gentlemen, please. I know we haven’t seen each other in person for quite long, but please stop talking as we have few tasks to do." Merlin said through the commotion, which was filling the room.

"Sorry for delay, Arthur. I got news for you but later, after the meeting.” Percival entered the room with his classic smile on his face. He seated himself on Merlin's left side and winked to Eggsy, and he knew something was going to happen and probably Merlin wouldn’t enjoy it at all.

"Since we are all here, I'd like to start the meeting. First things first; before we decide who will be the representative of headquarters, I'd like to outline plans for Kingsman’s near future for, and for the losses we suffered after Valentine’s day. I'm pretty sure you know quite much about it, but within few days we've found out about some crucial deaths in our department. Glasses please."

Roxy was only partially listening to Merlin. Nothing was new, as they were updated nearly every day about these kind of things. She concentrated on watching the other agents. She had seen them for the first time and she would have admitted, that she wouldn't have guessed that they were agents. More than a half were nearly fifty years old. Two she could tell were over sixty, and she and Eggsy were definitely the youngest of the group. She felt as if she was in a museum, with magnificent and maybe dangerous relics of a previous age. In her opinion agents should be changed out, not after their death but after passing a certain age, which would be fifty-five or sixty in her opinion. Of course, if the agents wanted retirement, that would be most understandable. Although such great figures of intelligence would be as magnificent in their new roles as consultant, as they had been spies. Roxy would definitely change the rules a little bit, like Merlin, who was quite anxious about being the temporary Arthur. One day, when she would be the chosen one, she would change the rules in a suitable way.

Lancelot snapped out of her dreams, and her gaze rested on Eggsy, who was as much interested in the lecture as she was. Good for him that Merlin was standing next to monitor, which was a habit hard to get rid of, because he was constantly whispering to the agent next to him. Merlin probably didn't pay much attention to that, because he had enough attention from the other agents.

Roxy narrowed her eyes, trying to understand each single one of these men. How did they get into this organisation? Through family connections? Through a friend? Or maybe by accident or stupid coincidence. Roxy slowly moved her eyes from one face to another, trying not to look at each agent for too long. She was a naturally observant person, and she could tell by a short look that two of the agents were going to be rather unpleasant and snobbish. There was probably no other person like Percival, open and easy-going. Although perhaps the agent in his fifties next to Eggsy. He could be a quite nice companion to talk to. Others were for her more blurred, and not interesting, but she wasn’t underestimating them. Roxy knew perfectly well that they were killing machines, rather than men, and she should show them respect.

Lancelot looked at empty chair. The chair belonging to agent Tristian. She had mixed feelings about the fuss that came with the recruitment. She had made it, and had successfully become the new Lancelot, but she wasn’t sure if she had chosen the right candidate. He had all the needed attributes, and yet something was keeping her worried all the time. Maybe that self-satisfied look Eggsy gave and his talk about his candidate. Or the fear that her candidate would stand against candidates proposed by other agents, and he would fail the first task.

It’s alright, Roxy. If he won’t pass the recruitment, it won’t be your fault. He’ll get the preparation for the oncoming tasks, and it’s only up to him, she thought trying to calm herself down, but if he drops out before Eggsy’s candidate, I’ll have no life for at least two months, perhaps even longer. Who knows what he will think of to make my life a little bit miserable.

The truth was that even if Roxy was a Kingsman agent, she had so many doubts about her part in the organisation that she needed to prove herself constantly. Prove that she is indeed worthy of the position, and only during missions had she been feeling free enough to believe that. That this was the best place for her and that she fit in here. Partially because she was the first lady in this company, and partially because of herself and her own problems.

Lancelot looked at the Merlin just in time when he finished his presentation, and returned to his seat. She knew what would happen next, and she was very nervous about it. That good humour of Percival, could bring storm clouds to this very room.

“Now we can take care of another, very important point of our meeting. The election of the representative of our division. I believe that every one of us has their own candidate in mind, but unfortunately we can and we must choose one, and only one. I suggest Percival as a temporary leader, our representative, and hopefully the next Arthur.” Merlin’s voice was calm and commanding, but Roxy saw a flash of fear in his eyes as he peeked at the agent on his left, unsure of his reaction, like a prayer to Percival not to do anything rash or reckless.

“Merlin I’m truly honoured by your choice but I must decline.” Percival smiled a lightly to his friend, as he had literally stopped breathing for a moment when he had heard the words. “We all know how important it is to choose the right person. He must know literally everything about Kingsman. Mission statuses, economics of our organisation. and how to manage all agents at once. I, personally, can’t say I know much about these things. I get a mission to complete, and I do complete it. Of course it’s in all of our interests for Kingsman to function correctly, and I believe that our organisation will function at its finest under command of our beloved Merlin. Which is why I’m suggesting he is our candidate for Kingsman headquarters.”

During his speech, Percival hadn’t had the courage to look to his right. Instead he was moving his gaze from one agent to another, while trying to convince them of his idea. Which was truly a good decision because if looks could kill Percival now would be a pile of ashes. Merlin sat in complete silence, being too well behaved to tell Percival directly what he thought of Percival’s speech.

“All right. Thank you, Percival, for your precious words.” Merlin’s voice was calm, but one could sense the fury and anger behind it. He already regretted having this meeting and changing the rules. Crafty twice loses. “Now the voting. Please raise your hand if you support Percival as the candidate.”

Merlin closed his eyes, hoping that this would delay his unfortunate fate. However, when he opened them and saw only two hands up, Merlin clenched one hand into fist, his knuckles whitening under the strain.

„Well then… Thank all of you for coming here. We have a verdict,” Merlin slowly unclenched his fist. “That would be all for now. You can now go, and exchange the latest news.”

The various agents got up, and began leaving the meeting room. Percival was first to go but a firm grasp of Merlin’s hand on his arm prevented him to take another step.

“We have something to explain to each other, haven’t we?” Merlin, looked like he had turned into venomous snake patiently waiting for his next victim.

“Oh man, Merlin won’t let Percival go. This’s going to be good.” One of the agents snorted as he was the last to leave. “I’m sorry. I’m Gawain, and you must be our new Lancelot. I’m really happy that something is changing in this old-fashioned organization. I’m looking forward your achievements, young lady.”

They crossed the corridor and went to a smaller room with a bar. Most of agents were already there, talking and laughing, with glasses filled with alcohol in reasonable amounts.

“Thank you very much, sir,” Roxy smiled a little bit still concerned about Percival’s fate. “I don’t know if you have met…”

“Ah, Galahad I’ve heard few things about you lad,” Gawain shook hands with Eggsy. “You both still look like scared nestlings.”

“Gawain, we’ll do our best to soon be one of the best agents.”

“I’m holding you to your word, my young friend. It’ll be pleasure to see your development.”

“So, what will happen to Percival?” Eggsy asked with interest.

“Well, he and Merlin are quite good friends, so I don’t think Merlin will kill him. However, he’ll probably end up with a few broken bones. We’ve all seen Merlin’s reaction,” Roxy and Eggsy looked at each other and then at the doors. “Oh, he’ll be fine. I’m joking.”

“No, he’s not. Trust me, if you unleash the legendary fury of Merlin, there is literally nothing to stop him, and Percival was quite successful today. I’m Bors, by the way. Welcome to Kingsman, kids,” The man in his fifties interrupted his colleague with charming smile. “I know a few things about Merlin and trust me if you tread on his corns, he won’t forget about you easily. My arm still hurts when I think about an argument we once had.”

“Don’t be absurd, you just went way too far in that conversation, and I must say it was mostly your fault.”

“My dear Gawain, what has he told you to get you on his side?” Bors looked both offended and surprised by this unexpected betrayal, but after a second, he started laughing, Gawain joining in.

“For give us kids. We’re dinosaurs. Merlin is not that bad actually. He’s one of the best technicians, engineers and computer specialists in the world. I’m glad he works here, and not somewhere else. Anyone wants a drink?” Gawain asked, and when there was no response, he poured a few fingers of scotch into tumbler.

“He hadn’t had much choice as his uncle got him here. He was literally brought up in this facility,” Bors shrugged and sighed wearily. “Everyone has a story and Merlin’s is quite an interesting one. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to catch up with the latest rumours.”

“And that was one of Kingsman’s best cut-throat. He can do miracles with knives and after thirty years I’m still impressed by his abilities.”

“Oh, and what is your weapon of choice, Gawain?” Roxy asked with courteous smile.

“Nothing in particular, really. I still can’t decide, but I have plenty of time to...”

“Did you hear that?” Eggsy looked at them, surprised and not sure if he had been the only one to hear the muffled scream.

***

“Come on Percy, I barely touched you.”

“Really, then why my nose is bleeding?” Percival slowly got up from ground, trying to stop the bleeding. “Fuck, Merlin new mats and blood is everywhere.”

“Be a man and take responsibility of your actions. Come on!” He was walking around him with defiant expression. Merlin jostled him and jumped back and again.

“Merlin, fuck off!” Percival swung to punch him, but was to slow and was immediately knocked down. “You are the best option for Kingsman and you can’t deny it!”

“Say that again to my face, instead of the ground, Percival. I can’t hear you from ground level, you piece of shit.”

Maybe making Percival his personal punching bag wasn’t the most humane thing to do but surely he would learn. Merlin turned to him, taking off the boxing gloves and tossed them on the ground.

“Do you know why I didn’t want this position? Why I wanted to get back to my first job?” Merlin queried, slowly approaching his friend. “Because of my wife and son.” He reached out toward Percival and helped him get up. “Now that we’ve cleared a few things I’d like to give you a very special and private tour of my kingdom, which will be ruled by you for some time, and I’m starting to regret my decision.”

Merlin slapped Percival’s arm and left to change clothes. He still needed to let go of some steam, but he didn’t want any of that damn idiot’s bones to break. After the tour of ‘what and where’, he had to come back here again. And although his thoughts had calmed down, he was still in his murder mode.

Breathe in and slowly out. You know how to cope with this, he thought under the shower, letting all his negativity drain away with water. It’s not your fault. Percy does things before thinking about it. He probably shouldn’t feel pleasure in most likely breaking the nose of his friend, but the sight of blood gushing out of Percival’s nose was quite memorable and pleasing.

“So Percy, now without my blessing, you’ll need to cope with some things down here. Firstly you won’t have my clipboard because you obviously don’t deserve it, and I’m taking it with me. I’ll get you a new one in some time,” Merlin said with satisfied and smug look on his face, once he had returned from his shower.

“Great. So what am I going to use during that time?” Percival asked, still trying to stop the bleeding. “Do you have any ice here?”

“Yes in the freezer. On your left, but be careful there’s chemical weaponry in there.”

Percival looked at his friend, opening the freezer with hesitation.

“I can’t believe we are still friends.”

“Don’t drive me mad. That way you’ll live longer, Percy. Now can we move on? I don’t have all day.”

“Go on. Maybe I won’t leave a bloody trail after me,” Percival snorted in reply. “What else should I know?”

“The tasks the candidates will have to go through. I’ve written everything here on these cards, and of course you need to rewrite all the points to the computer system over there,” Merlin came closer to the panel on the wall and touched the screen. “Once you have done that, you’ll send it to me. That way I can monitor if you fuck it up or not.”

“How am I supposed to fuck up the recruitment?”

“I don’t know, Percy. I don’t know. You’re capable of fucking everything up, my dear friend.”

Percival could still sense Merlin was pissed off, and he wasn’t blaming him for that, but was sure Merlin could stop being so, because it was becoming rather childish.

“Of course you have to do it manually; I’ll not make it any easier for you. Now, every needed instruction, you can find in this panel, along with all the necessary information for each of the candidates. You must remember to make sure that you write down all of them. Now come here, I’ll show you the weaponry.”

Percival followed the quartermaster into the next, quite impressive, room, which connected with the central room. It was full of weapons of any kind. From the simplest knives to the most advanced guns and chemical weaponry. He stood for a while in silence admiring the view.

“Bloody amazing. I feel like a child before Christmas.”

“I know. I feel the same,” Merlin turned toward him. “You told me you had some news earlier?”

“Ah, yes. There are a few agents assigned to lead you-know-what, and I think the best option would be Eli Bovell,” Percival took two steps back as he saw Merlin’s reaction.

“Eli Bovell? The same Eli Bovell I’m thinking of? The one that nearly blew up my plane?”

“Yes, in fact yes. But…” Percival took another step back. “But, he’s still alive thanks to us. It’s kind of repaying the debt.”

“Fantastic. Amazing. I can’t wait to see him here, bossing around and driving me mad,” Merlin said sarcastically. He sighed loudly, looking at a showcase containing a number of machineguns. “Good. I’ll be ready for him. However, he can’t come in here. This is a restricted area for him. I don’t want him playing with my toys.”

“You probably have more than a month before he arrives, so relax. Also I’m really sorry for what I did today, but you do have great chances to become Arthur,” Percy came closer this time, and Merlin could hear the regret in his voice.

“Yeah, I know. That’s the thing that worries me, Percival. I’m sorry about your nose. I hope it’s not broken,” Merlin watched his stupid friend carefully through glasses with a forgiving smile. “Remember one thing, though. If during my recruitment anything happens to my wife or to my son, you’re responsible for it, and you’re next in line to have a bad accident. Keep that in mind, Percival.”

“Of course. I’ll remember that, and be sure I’ll take care of them. Now, if you’ll excuse me, this bloody thing doesn’t want to stop bleeding,” as soon as Percival had finished speaking, the man left the weaponry, leaving Merlin alone.

“God, I need to destroy something,” Merlin snarled, and punched one of the shelves with his fist on his way out of the room.

Carefully, he closed all the doors, and turned on the alarm. Just in case, or just because, he was little shit, and couldn’t help himself to cause some trouble for Percival. Merlin loved him like the brother he never had, but today Percival had gone way too far. Despite knowing all of Merlin’s doubts, he decided to come up with this idea. If he had had something upstairs, he would have ended up with broken bones.

Be nice to people so they’ll be nice to you, fucking bullshit, Merlin thought as he was changing into training clothes. He needed to shake off this idiot’s behaviour and return home more relaxed. The last thing he wanted was to bring all the stress and anger to his family. Just for second he looked in a mirror, and saw face of an extremely tired man.

“I won’t get any younger. It’s exhausting,” Merlin told his reflection and went to the gym.

With no one around, he finally felt unrestrained enough to unleash his anger on a training bag. Merlin stopped thinking about everything else. His only focus being smashing his fists into that bag, and trying to throw away anything negative that happened within the month. The death of Harry, nearly loosing Cecilia and Alex, Kingsman’s failure, bloody recruitment and now this, stabbed in the back with amazing grace by Percival. This poor training bag wouldn’t survive his furious hits.

“Fuck... this... bloody... shit...” With each word, his punches became more and more powerful. In the end Merlin took a step back, then kicked it in a half-turn. He took of his gloves and grabbed a towel to dry himself off.

“Fuck it, I’m going home,” he said with rather self-satisfied tone, looking at the devastated training bag. Its replacement was no bother for him at all, because from now on it was Percival’s duty to take care of such things, and that thought brought him into an even better mood.

***

"Hamish, you're earlier," he was surprised by the lack of surprise in her voice. Cecilia felt obliged to explain herself as she continued. "Percy called just before you came and told me that you'd left with a stern face. Is everything all right?"

"Yes it is. Percy was successful at driving me mad today and I just couldn't stay there any longer or I'd do something very, very bad to him."

“Oh boys, you always have to play on each other’s nerves. I don’t really understand it. However, I believe you came up with a suitable revenge on him, haven’t you?” His smile was more than the answer she was expecting. “You should go sleep or rest at least. Last month was quite exhausting for you.”

“I don’t need to be back at work till Monday, so don’t worry. I have plenty of time to rest and sleep,” Hamish came closer to his beloved one and kissed her cheek. “At least I can spend some time with you and Alex.”

Cecilia looked at him with a gentle and supportive smile. It wasn’t that hard to see in his eyes how much he needed a few days off work, and she was happy for her husband to have some free moments for himself.

“Go sleep. I’ll wake you for dinner and maybe later you can show Alex how to train his puppy. What do you say?”

“All right. I can agree on that.” He kissed her lips short and passionately, “And we need to talk after my sleep because unfortunately, I’ll be taking part in another recruitment. More work is just absolutely what I need right now.”

“Oh well, that happens especially when you have friends like Percy. We'll manage, love,” He looked at her astonished at how well she knew his friendship with Percival. “But you know if you kill him one day, give me a shout so I can help you hide the body. Sleep well, darling.” Cecilia pecked his lips and returned to preparing the dinner.

***

The time had come, and Percival was able to briefly meet all the candidates before the beginning of the actual recruitment. They absolutely weren’t suspecting anything, even if they had had short talks about upcoming events with their mentors. Two boys and one girl got his particular attention.

The first one, Lancelot’s choice, had the look of a very strict person with a very high self-assurance, which probably was a cause of his pride, but he could forgive him that after seeing his scores at school and shooting. At once, he managed to get good contact with other young men in the room. The second was Bors’ candidate. The quiet one, though with an impressive IQ, and interest in white and chemical weaponry. Percival had a feeling about this one to be one of the most problematic candidates, apart from perhaps the last one. The girl, the only one among seven boys. She would definitely be a huge deal of trouble, as she was Galahad’s candidate. She was the daughter of former RAF pilot with a flair for computers.

Percival checked the list one last time, making sure that all of the youngsters had arrived and were ready to begin his first recruitment.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Percival and you’re about to start on one of the most dangerous job interviews in the world,” he could have sworn this didn’t sound as serious as when Merlin said it, but he couldn’t help it. “The bags on your beds. Sign them in advance so we can know where to send your bodies if you won’t make it through the process of the recruitment. Any questions?” He begged for none. “No? Then you’re dismissed and we’ll start tomorrow morning.”

Percival turned around and walked out, trying to look calm. However, that was over him. Being on missions was nothing in comparison with training a bunch of kids to become a spy. He got to Merlin’s room only to find Eggsy and Roxy, waiting for him impatiently.

“Oh my God. What you two are doing here?” He queried, as he put his clipboard on a desk. Fortunately Merlin wasn’t as mean as he wanted to be and got him new clipboard in advance.

“Well we thought, we could look how it’s going with our candidates?” Eggsy answered with a question, coming closer. “And what do you think about them?”

“Roxy, your candidate will go far, if his pride won’t come out to quickly and Galahad... Good Lord, have mercy because yours, and trust me I can sense it, will be one big problematic girl. Just like you were, boy,” Percival smiled slightly when he saw pride on Eggsy’s face.

“How is your nose?”

“Good but broken, thanks for asking. Merlin has a really good right hook.” In fact, he was beginning to wonder if he hadn’t broken his nose when he had hit the floor. “Roxy do you have any more agents for the “Arthur recruitment” list?”

“Yes, in fact. Though unfortunately only one name, from American cell, Gerard Mole,” Eggsy laughed and received a surprised look from both agents.

“What? Mole as an agent, that doesn’t bode well.” He explained himself still laughing silently.

“Anyway that’s the one I’ve got. I’ll probably get the names from Canadian and Asian cells in few days. Hopefully, we’ll close the list within two weeks and process will start within the month,” Roxy ended her thought, interrupted by Eggsy’s laugh. “Oh, I’ll send you all the needed data tomorrow morning, if that’s not a problem.”

“No, that’s fine. Galahad please tell me how it is going with completing squads in other cells?” Percival turned his eyes on the boy.

“Well, the Canadian and American cells are doin’ pretty well. The Asian cell is a few steps behind, but also with good perspectives. The Australians send me documents and reports about problems with rebuildin’ their headquarters, and unfortunately a candidate from Australia may appear as the last one.”

“All right then. I’ll update the information and send it to Merlin. Hopefully he won’t break anything this time.” Percival smiled wearily, walking back to the monitors and began to update the data to the main computer.

“By the way, when will he be back? Because I saw him leave and didn’t get the chance to ask him,” Lancelot looked expectantly at the older agent.

“On Monday, I bumped into him when he was leaving,” once again, Eggsy rescued the situation with his information.

“Percival? When will start the first task?”

“Probably in few hours. They need to go to sleep; otherwise, there would be no surprise. Why, Galahad?” He asked suspiciously.

“I was wondering if I could see how my candidate will do. Roxy probably is dying to see it too, aren't you?” Eggsy looked at the girl both asking, begging for acceptance and excitement.

“That's true.” She said quickly, as she felt Percival's sight on her as well as Eggsy’s. “It would be quite interesting.”

“You two have a deal, haven’t you? Which candidate will last longer?” He smiled lightly. There was a time when he himself and other agents had made deals about which one of the candidates would fail first or last. The loser hadn't had a easy life for month but it was still worth it. “Well I don’t see any problems with it. Other agents are gone, as well as Merlin, so you can watch freely and enjoy the view. However you need to wait a few hours. Go to the library, dining room or whatever, and spent that time somehow.”

“Thanks Percy! You're the best.”

“Off you go. I need to rewrite the data for Merlin. Oh and I owe you for voting for Merlin.”

“Don't take it personal, but I really think that Merlin is the best option for Arthur.” Eggsy's smile was unbelievably wide.

“I must agree with him, Percival. He’s our best shot.” The blonde nodded in silent agreement. “But I think that you would be a good choice as well. Maybe not as much, but still.”

“Lance, c'mon I know where we can spent those hours. Drinkin’ good alcohol and debatin’ about world peace.” Eggsy caught her sleeve and started pulling her toward the exit, but she stopped.

“Go. I'll catch up with you in the library,” Roxy carefully watched as Eggsy left, and when she was sure he'd gone, she turned to Percival. “Sorry about that comment and being a candidate for Kingsman’s leader aaaaand... mom is asking if you can make it for her birthday dinner next Saturday, uncle.”

“Nothing has happened. I'll see what I can do. If I find somebody to take my place for that evening. I can't leave the recruits on their own. Merlin would have my head for that. But I'll do my best to be there.”

“All right then. I won’t interrupt you anymore. I’m sure you have quite a lot of things to catch up with, so I’ll go meet up with Eggsy.” She smiled and kissed Percival’s cheek.

“Good, then see you in few hours. If you both won’t be sleeping till then.”

***

The task was about to begin. All candidates were asleep, unaware of the oncoming event until the water had reached their beds. All of them not quite awake, yet trying to figure out what was happening. Soon they were sure the room was going under water and they needed to do something to prevent drowning.

“Use snorkels!”

“What?!”

“Showerheads!” Another person picked up on the idea.

Everyone looked around trying to figure out what was happening. Two boys were pointing at the toilets and showers, and soon began to swim in that direction, not paying attention to the rest of the competitors.

„He’s right go, quickly!” A tall blond had no problem with commandeering the other recruits.

At this point, no one wanted to stay behind and the rest of the group was swimming towards showers to get pipes. The girl was the last one and just before the water reached the roof, she saw one extremely panicked boy. It was obvious he couldn’t swim or he had big problems with swimming.

“Take a deep breath!” she shouted at him, and took one last breath, turning back for him.

She tried to get to him as fast as she could because it wasn’t hard to notice that his panic didn’t help him at all and soon he’d be out of oxygen. The girl grabbed him tightly and tried to swim to the rest of the group.

The blonde had the feeling it was ages before she got to the pipe with oxygen and could take a deep breath. At the end she could have sworn she saw blackness around her. Of course, she gave the pipe to the boy first, he wasn’t looking good, nearly in agony even. If he won’t get help, he’ll end in one of those bloody bags, she thought sarcastically.

Even though the room was under the water, with unlimited air supply they could have been there as long as they wish but it wasn’t the task and somehow everyone knew that finding a way out in short time, would be the best solution at the moment. Few were pointing at the door as an option, but that would be just too easy to try, and even if one of them would dare to swim there, that person should have capacious lungs to go there and back if it would turn out to be locked.

The girl looked at the blonde who had the idea with pipes, hoping that he would have another marvellous plan, but his face had left her no doubt nor other peoples’ faces. Everyone was trying to put on a brave face in the situation, but all of them were trapped.

“Oh my God, are they even tryin’ to get out of the room?” Eggsy was not impressed by the candidates’ doings.

“Eggsy if they don’t figure it out soon, they’ll probably won’t pass the recruitment and that would be most unexpected turn in Kingsman history. Every single recruit will fail because they couldn’t free themselves from that room. Amazing...”

Roxy looked at the monitor in astonishment. She really hoped her candidate would figure it out, but he was far from that. As was Eggsy’s girl.

“C’mon! Mirror! Think of it! Mirror!” He nearly shouted at the monitor to the swimming figures.

“I don’t think that’ll help at all, Eggsy. Maybe just sit down and enjoy the thought that your candidate saved the life of that poor boy. Anyway whose candidate is he?” she looked carefully at the floating figure which was clasping a pipe with air. He probably won’t go too far from it.

“He’s Bors’. You got it ‘ere” Galahad pointed small rectangle on the other monitor. “Curious how he had picked this one, or maybe he was the first to go and my girl just made the game a little bit harder...”

“That’s quite probable. Look now, I think they’ve finally found out about the mirror. They’re hitting it all together.” She was impressed how the group of strangers was able to learn to cooperate so quickly.

“Plus for group work and one big minus for the time!” He snorted in reply.

***

As they figured out the only escape route worth trying was to break the mirror, and with a little luck, it would be a two-way mirror. The whole group caught something like a tap or a sink and hit the mirror, at the same time. Unfortunately, nothing happened. So they tried again, and again. Until the glass began to crack, and it finally broke into small pieces, and the recruits ended up on the floor coughing and trying to start breathing normally again.

“Hey, you’re all right?” The girl asked the boy who was coughing the loudest.

“Yep, totally. If only I could swim...” His voice was breaking, and it was extremely hard for him to speak, too busy concentrating on breathing and thanking the girl for saving him.

“Congratulations on completing your first task. It took the longest time to solve that problem, but I’m impressed with how all of you worked together. John, Victor well done. For those still confused. If you get a breathing tube around the U-bend of a toilet, you have an unlimited air supply. Simple physics, worth remembering. Anna well done for helping the non-swimmer. If you hadn’t, he’d have probably ended up in a body bag,” Percival said when the recruits stopped coughing.

All eyes were on him, and it wasn’t especially hard to see how their gaze changed from the steady and emotionless one to the fearful, lost and a little bit disorientated one. Now they had found out that practically anything could happen during the recruitment, and they need to be prepared.

“All right, that’s all for now. You can go back to your room and clean up a little. Fresh and dry bedclothes, as well as sheets, are next to the door on the other side of the room. Get them and go to sleep. Tomorrow won’t be any easier than this. Good night.”

#kingsman #merlin x ofc #eggsy unwin #roxy morton #kingsman the secret service #kingsman the golden circle #to boldly queue

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sylvaridreams · 1 year ago

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2 with Canach/Alba? I'm curious how Dragon's Watch would react when or if they ever found out.

Commander love interest ask game

2.How does the rest of Dragon's Watch feel about the relationship?

OH BOY UM. well first it's of course important to note that although Alba has tried to keep it 100% secret... most of them know.

Marjory picks up on it early on and tells Kasmeer, and they keep quiet out of respect. It takes a while for either of them to be sure how they feel about it; Canach being who he is and all! Post-Balthazar, Kasmeer comes back like "OK we were wrong Canach is solid. 🥹��"

Caithe picks up on it before PoF and, once the initial "Oh come on, Alba can do better" wears off, tries to subtly give Alba the vibes that it would be okay to tell her secrets. I've said before that Caithe and Alba have an unlabeled mother/child dynamic; I think as a result she'd be really protective of him; not so subtly grilling Canach with questions and watching him squirm (for fun.) She and Canach are sometimes at odds with one another but she gets to watch from a distance as he turns his life around and she can appreciate the effort it takes, so.

Taimi knows because she knows everything and it's also not that hard to spot; Gorrik had to be sworn to secrecy by Taimi on like day 1 to keep him from blurting anything out- to his credit he's kept up his end of the bargain! Taimi thinks Canach is too abrasive and sarcastic and moody for someone like Alba, which isn't to say she dislikes him at all, it's just that her relationship analyzing algorithm has already found 8 potential matches for the Commander which would be so much more satisfying and fun to watch and--! Gorrik remains mostly neutral; he doesn't spend a lot of time around just Canach, or him and Alba together. Probably mildly surprised (really, him?) when Taimi confirms his initial suspicion and bribes him to keep quiet. He can vouch for Taimi's algorithm for making much more interesting choices!

Rytlock is at least 80% sure they're a thing a few years in. By the time they face Balthazar, it's OBVIOUS in the way Canach is with Alba when he thinks Rytlock, Meisi and Kasmeer aren't looking; obviously very shaken up by Alba's death and return, moreso than he should be. He tries to make it clear that he's supportive without being all touchy feely and upfront about it, but ultimately he thinks well, good for those two.

Braham never questions anything and is the last to know! There have likely been times where Taimi and Rox would mention Alba and Canach offhandedly with the assumption EVERYONE knew, and he'd be like "haha yeah, so true. Also, what do you mean.🧍‍♂️"

If they ever came forward and said it there'd be a long uncomfortable pause and then like "yeah......... we know."

Also Rytlock to either of them:

#canalba #asks answered

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eparch · 2 years ago

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Multi-Timeline Lore !

Part 1... maybe?

I don't know if I'll ever have the energy or brain power to actually make a comjc or a Big Damn Fic abt this so I've just written up some BIG LORE rambling that probably won't make sense to anyone + made a sketchy cover thingy for it-

I have multiple timelines/AUs and the main thread that ties them together is Scillareth's timeline (her people call it the Dawn world) allowing their Elder Dragons to rip open rifts through the Mists and into the other worlds to go eat their magic instead. They've dealt with the Elder Dragons by turning them into anime boys girls and enbies giving them new vessels to inhabit that Scillareth has some power over and for the most part, they're kind of okay with the arrangement (it's complicated feelings for everyone involved) but mostly because they get to do whatever they want in other worlds.

And naturally the Commanders and the Pacts and the Dragon's Watches of the other worlds are not gonna let this happen without fighting back, to varying degrees of success depending on the Commander and which dragon went for their world. Story wise this would start out focused on Lucilaeh's timeline ("Dusk") first, where they're fairly successful at holding a line against Dawn Zhaitan who is invading Sylvan Orr and manipulating the Risen once more.

Things suddenly get personal for Luci because Scillareth starts sending her brother Clerestion into various worlds to assassinate other Commanders, but rather than go for Luci, he kidnaps Benedicuore—her beloved brother—for unknown reasons instead. At this point though they don't really have a good understanding of what's happening and Ben just goes missing—what changes that is @/icebrooding's commander, Kaushue from "Gloom", falling through a rift with Dawn Trahearne in tow being chased by Awakened. Luci helps fight off the Awakened, closes the portal, and then finally gets answers out of Dawn Trahearne about the sudden return of Zhaitan and where Ben was taken to!

(Dawn Trahearne defected from Scillareth's Pact after years of being puppeted by her, disgusted with the way she used the Pact to forcibly "unite" the five races and how she went behind his back on killing Zhaitan. A few rising heroes of the Dawn world—Malyck, Braham, Rox—helped him escape and go on the run. Kaushue had been world hopping for Reasons, encountered him and then the two of them were discovered by Awakened soldiers...who are there because Scilla "teamed up" with Joko—)

Luci won't stand for all of this of course. She wants her brother back but she also very much does not like what Scilla's doing with the Elder Dragons on principle. Especially since the Dusk timeline successfully ended the Dragon Cycle, so she knows how things could have gone, could be better, despite all the sacrifices her world had to make. So Luci decides to use Dawn Zhaitan's portal to jump into the Dawn timeline and start her new heroic quest.

The Pact launches an assault, she and Kaushue and whoever from Dragon's Watch sneak behind enemy lines, etc—they successfully subdue Dawn Zhaitan and make him open a rift. But when Luci and Kaushue go through (DW stay behind to keep an eye on Zhaitan), they find themselves in the Mists instead, which is where they discover they're not the only Commanders officially caught up in all this.

This is where they encounter our other Commanders! So far that'd be:

Bikki (Isekai Commander) and Lily from "Prism", time travelers in their own world from 1000 years in the future who were sent back to become co-commanders by an unknown person. They are there because they found an unattended rift and went through to investigate. These two are pretty much the most level headed Commanders present and are fairly enthusiastic about getting to work with other Commanders and get to the root of the inter-timeline problems. Lily a little more than Bikki. Their world, strangely, was not attacked by any of the dragons, so who knows where that rift came from?

Nepenth (@/icebrooding's courtier) and Ardant from "Torment", our horrible courtiers who hate each other and can barely work together, from their commanders AU—their world was attacked by Dawn Mordremoth and they're here because Dragon's Watch hates them both and someone (Jory. It was 100% Jory) pushed them through a portal in the hopes they could both go away permanently and also take care of the problem at the same time. Ardant is mostly interested in getting out of there and saving his own skin. Nepenth frequently has a gun pointed at him and likely chained themselves together again (first time was in HoT) and has figured he'd see the entire thing through to the end.

Dosa (Branded Salad) from "Crystal" who is probably the strangest one to be here, being a Sylvari Commander who was somehow Branded (answer: was Awakened first). She's here not out of a sense of heroism and stopping the world ending threats, she's here because Dawn Kralkatorrik is encroaching on her world, where her Kralkatorrik won and she's been working with him to eliminate the remaining dragons while he continues to eat up the Mists of their timeline, and she wants to put a stop to the external forces.

This list isn't wholly complete because it'd definitely grow as I get more ideas for Commanders and it is skewed heavily toward Sylvari at the moment and I want to fix that, but these are what I have at the moment.

It's not too fleshed out past this point but the idea is that this group spends a little time in the Mists between worlds, working on finding a way into the Dawn world (Luci has realized that Zhaitan likely tricked them). They do meet various familiar faces along the way but they only make actual progress when they rescue and meet one more Sylvari who calls himself a Commander too—Yulan, a powerful Chronomancer from "Midnight" who lost his sister to the Dragonvoid, and has been traveling the Mists between worlds for some time now. Yulan explains that he's seen each of the Dawn timeline's dragons as they travel to and fro, always coming from the same locations within the Mists, and suggests using the next dragon's rift (probably Jormag idk yet) to finally enter the Dawn timeline.

and...that is pretty much what I've got plotted out other than some vague ideas of where things might go: they probably meet Dawn Joko somewhere in there—could he retake control of Branded-Awakened? Especially one from other timelines the way the Elder Dragons have been taking control of other timelines' dragon minions? Who knows!!! Dosa will find out. They'll also meet the Dawn timeline's group of heroes that do not like what Scilla is doing, basically the Destiny's Edge + the would-be Dragon's Watch + Malyck. They can't explicitly fight the Pact since things seem to have generally gone for the better with the Elder Dragons under control, but most of them just kind of feel like...this isn't right. And with Malyck, they'd definitely meet his mom tree in this timeline because I have that character planned out. Also Malyck is Vlast's Champion here btw and Vlast is probably around? Maybe? I still need to work out too what's going to happen to Aurene but I definitely want her to be involved somehow!

What I do know for sure is that they will eventually discover that Scillareth and her Elder Dragons are in fact being manipulated by someone else who will be the real final boss, but who that is...is gonna have to stay a mystery for now :V

#my characters #listen if nothing else from this post I am just proudest of coming up with Malyck as Vlast's Champion #haha help #I don't have.a proper title for this yet #dragon's ruin au #I'll just use that for now #I wonder if anyone will even read all of this hahaha well #thank you if you read even a little bit of it

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kaittalkstoomuch · 1 year ago

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hey everyone! It’s ‘86 baby! ♥️

‘86 // Chapter Eight: Roxie’s Revelations

Tw: mentions of abandonment, horror elements, slight smut VERY SLIGHT (Roxie imagines things), angst.

The Evening of March 21, 1986

*Roxie’s POV*

“Hey you two be careful tonight.” Steve says as he and Robin help unloading the car full of beer, snacks, etc. “Don’t worry ‘dad’, we will.” I tease Steve setting the items by the door of the cabin while Robin chortles by the car. Steve laughs along with us but gets serious. “I don’t sound like your father.” “Yes you do. You do with Dustin too. It’s cute actually. Of course, I don’t blame you, he does get carried away. Like, last summer… or a few months prior around Thanksgiving… and the year before that.” “Oh yeah…. With the mall… and THE RUS-“ “ROBIN!” Steve shouts panicked.

Robin and Steve stare at each other. “What? She knows about the Upside Down, Steve. She’s not fucking stupid.” Robin says as she carries more stuff along and Steve looks at me stunned. “How?” I laugh at the specific moment I heard of the environment. Dart. One day, I believe a year after Will Byers disappeared, I ran into the little creature while taking a shower. I was almost done washing my body when I heard a noise and as the curious cat I am, I stopped the shower to investigate. When he suddenly moved, I screamed for Dustin. I was sure he had something to do with it. “DUSTIN!” I remember barging in his room with Dart.

The boy was shocked and scared to say anything. I was fully clothed, frantic. Dart was wrapped in a towel like a baby. “Roxie… I can explain.” “Tell me what your little friend is and why he was in the bathroom?” Dustin was a bit terrified to tell me. “Dustin..” “Fine, sit down. There’s so much and you can’t tell anyone. Promise on our mother.” I close the door and go to sit on his bed with him. “Promise.” That’s when he spilt the beans, well, not all of its when Billy Hargrove and supposedly Jim Hopper died, both Robin and Dustin told me everything. From the Starcourt Mall, to the Russians secret base, to the Mind Flayer, and finally, to Billy. This is also when I hear of the “Never Ending Story” segment with Suzie. Not gonna lie, I would’ve loved to see that, but they had a mission to complete.

“So, you knew about it this whole time? What the hell Rox?” Steve asks as I get antsy. “Yes, my brother told me, a lot. I’m sworn to secrecy, ON OUR MOTHER!” “Yeah! On their mother!” Robin tries to help. “Okay, fine, but Eddie doesn’t know at least, right?” I shake my head, waving my hands. “No, he’d be terrified. He wouldn’t even believe it. Yes, he plays Dungeons & Dragons, but he would FREAK. Hell, I only believed it because when I first saw Dart, he didn’t look like any type of creature in this dimension. And then with the Russian base underneath the mall, I knew to keep quiet… Oh, by the way Steve.” “Yeah?” I smile at Robin and she smiles back. “Oh god.” I hear Steve utter under his breath. “I heard you also won your first fight, great job.. A Russian, too… in that goddamn Scoops Ahoy uniform.”

Steve groans resting his face in both palms of his hands as Robin and I laugh. “I’m gonna strongly assume your asshat brother told you.” Steve irritatedly says. “Yep, and that they drugged you and Robin.” My eyes narrow as if I’m questioning him. “Did you really call him ‘Dad’? Stevie boy, I know you got issues with your father, but damn a fourteen year old boy?” “Laugh it up, Rox.” Steve says. “Okay, I’ll stop. Mostly because of my own issues with my own father. I’m sorry.” Steve hugs me as I look at Robin confused and she just shrugs. “It’s okay Roxie, I understand. I just wanted to make sure everyone in that secret base was safe. Robin, Dustin, Erica and I. It was wild.” I nod. “I bet. You really beat the shit outta that Russian huh?” “Oh hell yeah I did. Got a shiner too!” “Yeah he did!” Robin says. “Good!” Robin then clears her throat with an “ahem”. Steve and I stop hugging and look at Robin confused. “What?”

“It’s getting super late and Eddie should almost be done with his thing. Rox, I don’t think you’d want us to watch-“ “Okay, yeah. Yeah? You guys go ahead and go, I’ll put the stuff away. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” I say hugging both of them. “Thank you for the goods.” “Yeah, you’re welcome, have a good night.” Steve says waving by his car with Robin by the passenger door. “Oh and Steve, try not to… get excited with ‘Fast Times’, ‘Kay?” I laugh as Steve playfully flips me off.

I turn to open the door and light the cabin up in its glory. “Home sweet home.” I sigh, putting the items down, then taking my boots off. Man, I love them but my feet are killing me. Ignoring that, however, I go to put everything in the fridge or in the pantry. I grab a lighter I stole from Eddie and light the candles. I go to make sure the bed is made, even though that won’t last for long. My mind starts to wander of the things we’d do.

Once everything is set up, I go to my bag and grab an old shirt of Eds and a pair of shorts while imagining the polar opposite. Eddie would tear them off. He would sit me on the edge of the bed, lay me down while climbing on top of me. Our lips would be on fire and our tongues would be fighting for dominance. Eddie would grip on my hips, possibly causing some bruising. The way he’d kiss along my jawline to meet my sweet spot, only then to suck on it so harshly yet delicate.

My mind starts veering away from those thoughts. It’s now in worry territory. How is the deal going? Is he okay? Is Chrissy okay? Are they both okay? Oh god. What if somehow Chrissy actually was using this as an opportunity to get with Eddie? No, no Roxanne. Don’t think that way. Eddie would NEVER do that to you. Nor would Chrissy. Why am I thinking like this? Ugh. I go grab a beer from the fridge and crack it open. It'll possibly calm my nerves. I just hope everything is okay.

I go back and start playing “Rhiannon” on a music player I brought from my house. It’s my go-to song for when I get way into my thoughts. Something about its lyrics speak to me. It’s stuck with me ever since Dad left. Anything I would be alone, I would play the song just so that I wouldn’t be alone. Actually, any song of Fleetwood Mac or Stevie Nicks would save me, but “Rhiannon” normally does the trick. I love when Eds sings it to me, it adds a special touch. I look at the Polaroids on the wall, holding my beer and humming the lyrics. “Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?” Stevie and I sing in unison.

I look at the one picture with the Hellfire club. God, Dustin is so goofy. I definitely know what his reaction would be if Eddie left. Though, Eddie would definitely hurt me, or Dustin. He took Dustin under his wing and loves him like a younger brother. Chrissy seems like a sweet girl, too. She is a sweet girl. She wouldn’t harm a fucking fly. She seems too content with that asshole Jason, which irks me too. Chrissy is way too sweet and pretty for Jason. She deserves to be happy without him. She strongly deserves it.

I pull out a walkie talkie Dustin gave me for emergencies from one of the drawers. Apparently, when Will went missing, it was a major source of communication between the kids. So, I guess I should test it out. “Dustin.” I whisper, buzzing from the beer. “Dusty Bun, do you copy?” I whisper. The walkie talkie starts making noise, slightly startling me as the lights flicker a bit. “Hey Rox, do you have any idea what time it is?” Dustin smart mouths me. “Yeah… sorry. Eddie still hasn’t come by after the deal and I’m worried.” “Rox, y’know there’s nothing to worry about. He REALLY loves you.”

I laugh. “I know, I know. It’s just taking so long, and I miss him. I’m worried for both him and Chrissy.” Dustin laughs over the walkie. “You’re just lonely in the cabin. I’m sure it’s fine and he’ll be there soon.” KNOCK KNOCK. I stop in my tracks as the lights flicker a bit again and look at the door from the bed and go quiet. “Roxie…. ROXIE GRACIE! Is everything okay? Do you copy?” I wince at the old nickname I had since I was a kid. “Ew Dustin, don’t call me that.” I lift the walkie talkie to my mouth. “And yeah, yeah. There was a knock.” KNOCK KNOCK. It goes again.

I get up from the bed and go to the door slowly as the lights start flickering. I grab the bat with nails, a gift from Steve also for emergencies. “Rox-“ “Shh! It could be Eddie, but it doesn’t explain the lights.” “The lights what-“ “It’s probably just faulty electricity. I gotta go, I love you.” “O-okay. If anything happens you radio me. I love you too. Be careful Roxie. Over and out.” Dustin reluctantly says as he goes out. My hand wraps around the door knob and I turn it nervously. “Landslide” begins playing as my nerves rise once again. The lights continue flickering as I open the door, meeting a somber, drained Eddie. “What the hell?” I think to myself. “Eddie… What happened?… Baby?” Eddie says nothing and falls into my arms motionless.

“Eddie, what happened?” I help him inside and slam the door shut. I go straight to the bed with him in my arms. I set him down, not wanting to let go as the lights flicker. He winces a bit at it, making me worried. I hold his face and examine him. He’s been crying, his eyes are red. Bloodshot. The only way they’re lighting up is by the Christmas lights. “I’m gonna grab a drink okay?” I say almost walking away when I hear a soft yet alarmed, “ROXIE, NO!” He grabs my wrist, fear stricken. I go back to him and sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me extremely close. I cup his face in my hands and look more. Something happened. Something definitely happened. The lights flicker again and he hugs me tightly. “Eds, baby.” I stroke his messy curls, looking into his doe eyes that are filled with horror. The energy seemingly sucked out of them. “Eddie what happened?” “Landslide” is about to end. Eddie’s cherry lips part. “Ch-Chrissy… Chrissy’s dead.”

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things #maya hawke #eddie x oc #robin buckley #eddie stranger things #eddie fic #steve harrington #dustin henderson #chrissy cunningham

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fbfh · 2 years ago

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rocks at your window pt. 7 - ricky bowen x reader

disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year

additionally, we're working towards a ricky x therapy plot so he's going to start expressing some symptoms of mental illness and bpd but he does get therapy eventually and has a good support system but he gets worse before he gets better yk. Obviously I'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh

!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!

wc: 4.5k

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader

warnings: post school theater burning down, ricky is spiraling, one "look at me" but it's necessary and works, more of reader comforting ricky, ricky has a lil dissociation moment, op being gratuitously horny for the inherant beauty of theaters and rehearsal spaces, descriptions of a panic attack/some ptsd/mild trauma, square breathing to come down from said panic attack, brief trauma sharing, reader's dad was abiguosuly "scary when mad, reader's dad didn't show up to important events, ricky comforts reader, disgusting cursed backstage couches, fingering, protected vaginal sex, yet another mid fuck near love confession bc duh it's ricky, almost getting caught, I think that's it

summary: After a tragic incident renders the school theater unusable, you find a beautiful theater to perform the show. You're getting really excited about it, and Ricky is too. When tech rehearsals begin with a more than rough start, Ricky gets the opportunity to comfort you, to be there for you like you've been there for him.

song recs: 27 - fall out boy, I can't handle change - roar, at the ballet - a chorus line, bop to the top (kourtney's version) - dara renee

a/n: been reading my immortal again and in chapter 34 there's a line where Enoby tries to describe a dress that professor sinister was wearing as "kinda lik da one Amy Lee wears in this pic" followed by the http/ of a link and nothing else then she just continues on and I almost wept about that in public and I love it so dearly so fangz 2 Cici for proof reading, u rok, mcr rox. fuk off prepz.

tags @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @hopefullhearts @pikzel @demirunner @brinaslittlefreak @girlfriendwhoseawitch @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa @n-slayaaaaa @stormi-ames @rainforest-daisies @sunshineangel-reads

It’s a bad dream. It’s another bad dream that Ricky can’t wake up from. Soggy ash carpets the formerly scuffed floors, as serious looking adults clad in reflective yellow and khaki drag hoses around and talk to Miss Jenn. Everything is ruined. It’s all destroyed. This is worse than anything, any flooded basement or mildewy props, this is the worst thing that could happen. There’s not one thing in this goddamn theater that hasn’t been tainted by destruction, there’s nothing left to salvage. He feels sick. He pulls out of this horrible spiral of thoughts when he feels your hand tug his arm gently, guiding him into the hall. You can tell by the look on his face how bad this is before he even starts.

“We’re gonna figure it out.” you start. He runs a hand through his hair, eyes still stuck on the ruins just through the doorway.

“H-how can-”

“Ricky, look at me.” you place your hand on his jaw, getting his attention back on you. His teary brown eyes are locked on yours, desperate for something to grab onto. You take a steadying breath, and he follows with a shaky one. “We are going to figure this out.”

Your touch, your gaze, the unwavering confidence in your voice grounds him. He takes another breath, this one slightly deeper.

“If a flooded basement didn’t stop Matilda, some scorch marks sure as hell can’t stop the Wildcats.”

He nods absentmindedly at your words.

“Okay?” You ask. He nods again.

“Yeah,” he breathes. He grabs tight onto your hand and you both head back into the smoky theater with everyone else, where Miss Jenn quickly gets everyone’s attention.

“Hug your neighbor, take a moment,” she directs, still holding the deflated, scorched basketball in her hands, “let’s reconvene in the cafeteria after school to talk about options.” She addresses Nini and Ricky, then, when her eyes linger on the way Ricky is holding onto your hand with both of his, you as well.

“Spread the word.”

“Got it.” Nina says quietly.

“Of course,” you acknowledge with a small nod.

He’s trying to breathe, trying to think, trying to do something, but he can’t. He’s trying to listen to Miss Jenn, but he can feel himself spacing out. His eyes are fixated on a soggy, burnt piece of neon tape that had peeled off of the floor, and his chest rises and falls automatically in shallow breaths. It’s not supposed to be there. It’s supposed to be downstage left, it’s supposed to be where he stands for Get’cha Head in the Game. That’s why it’s orange, because that’s where Miss Jenn said he’ll fly up in a harness and dunk a basketball in slow motion. She made it sound so easy, but they haven’t even done the choreography for that number yet. How the hell is he supposed to know where to stand if his strike tape isn’t in the right place. Strike tape? Or is it spike tape. Maybe-

“Ricky?” Miss Jenn calls, and he snaps out of it.

“Uh,” he sputters, “yeah.” He hopes he didn’t miss too much in the few seconds he had totally spaced out. You don’t let go of his hand until you get to your next class.

“We just have to get through today, okay?” He nods, agreeing carefully. You just have to get through today. Then everyone will be together in the cafeteria and Miss Jenn will know what to do. That will fix everything, and it will all be okay again.

As soon as Miss Jenn proposes looking at other venues to host the show, you’re already pulling out your phone. You’d been thinking the same thing, and spent every free moment between classes not texting your castmates or helping console them googling neary (or nearby-ish) theaters and potential venues. You’re no stranger to this; when you were in Fun Home, the whole production had to change theaters twice. You were a kid and it was years ago, so you don’t remember what the reasons were exactly, but you all adapted and the run got extended by two months, so it all worked out.

You skip past the ones you ruled out earlier, the first option on your list is the El Rey. It’s pretty close, and business has been slow, so it shouldn’t be too expensive to rent.

“What about the El Rey?” Seb asks.

“I think that could work,” you say, “it’s not too far from here, and it doesn’t look like they have any shows or events going on right now.” You tilt your phone so Ricky and your other friends sitting nearby can look at pictures while Seb does the same. “It shouldn’t be too hard to rent out.”

“Well-” Miss Jenn starts, seeming a little hesitant.

“My uncle Reuben’s the listing agent,” Carlos says, pulling out his phone to call him. One short excited conversation in Spanish later, you get the green light for the El Rey.

Once Ricky’s beetle is stuffed as full as you can get it with salvaged costumes, props, and anything else you could fit, you start the drive over to your new theater. You have their website pulled up on your phone, and you start reading him some of the past events, shows, and concerts they’ve hosted. He’s not sure why he’s so excited if he hasn’t even been there yet, but you’re making it sound… magical.

“Oh my god,” you turn to him, shocked. “This is the same theater where the touring cast of Into the Woods performed in 1989.”

“Really?” he smiles at how excited you are.

“Yeah! Oh my god…” you chuckle in disbelief, then look at him again. “This is going to be really, really great.”

He smiles. He thinks you’re right. If anyone would know what makes a great theater, it would be you. A few minutes later, he pulls into the parking lot, recognizing the other few cars there, and seeing Nini and Kourtney help Miss Jenn unload the props and costumes from her car. You get out of the car, and Ricky watches you jog over to Miss Jenn, asking where she wants you to put stuff, while Carlos talks to his uncle, who’s unlocking the door. You head back over, grabbing a few boxes and walking toward the door.

“She said to put them backstage and we’ll organize it all once we know what we’re working with.”

A few of your friends are right behind you, arms filled with boxes. Carlos opens the back door, and Miss Jenn passes around some flashlights before guiding you all into the building. You pass through the backstage area, past the dressing rooms, and into the wings, finally stepping onto the stage. Even in the dark, with miscellaneous old props and storage boxes, it’s breathtaking. The dust floats down gently in your flashlight beams, reminding you of the first snow of the season.

Next to you, his flashlight beam sweeping over the dusty couches and empty chairs sitting on the tables, Ricky’s breath is gone from his lungs. A huge wave of emotion overcomes him, and he sees it. The inherent beauty in all theaters you had been telling him about. Next to him, Miss Jenn rests her hand on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.

“Welcome home.”

He feels it, he feels that he’s finally home. A little while later, everything has been brought in and stacked somewhat neatly. As they’ve been bringing in boxes, moving props, and sweeping up, there’s a tangible sense of togetherness growing between the cast and crew, one Ricky notices. Miss Jenn now has her cast on stage while her crew tries to make sense of the lights, soundboards, and other backstage areas.

The lights are finally up, you’ve cleared off the stage for the most part, and Miss Jenn gets ready for her welcome to tech rehearsal speech. No one has been able to get a hold of Gina, and Natalie is still recovering from getting her wisdom teeth out. She’d sent a selfie of her with her cheeks all swollen, accompanied by the caption, I lived bitches. Her sister texted on her phone a few minutes later letting the cast group chat know she’s totally knocked out, and will be asleep for a while, so you all sent her nice messages for when she wakes up.

Miss Jenn gets everyone’s attention to introduce tech rehearsals, expectations for the cast and crew, and some words of inspiration, and the excitement is palpable. Before she can, a large sandbag falls suddenly, crashing less than a foot away from you. You scream, hands flying to your ears as you jump back, and Ricky pulls you close to him reflexively, one arm over your head, the other around your waist.

Every muscle in your body is tense, and he can feel you shaking in his grasp while the shocked frightened noises from your castmates die down. He suddenly hates this theater. He looks up at the catwalk with a venomous glare, a warning not to scare you like that again.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly. You don’t answer. You’re staring into space, hand clutched over your mouth and shaking like a leaf, breaths fast and shallow. Miss Jenn takes one look at you, eyes widening in realization.

“Okay, Ricky, why don’t you two go backstage and run some lines while we… sort this out.” she gestures vaguely above you. He agrees, guiding you into the wings, while Miss Jenn gets everyone’s attention back on her.

Ricky ushers you through the wings, past the dressing room, and into a secluded storage room. In the back behind the piano and table stacked with boxes, sits a couch, that like everything else in the building, is covered in a thin layer of dust. You sit down next to him, shaking and trying not to cry. A binder slips out of one of the boxes and falls to the ground, loose paper fluttering down, and you jump like a terrified alley cat. You cling onto him, and he rubs your back, hoping that will help. You haven’t said a word yet, and he’s starting to get worried.

“Are you okay?” he asks again. You’re clearly not, and he’s struggling for words, for something that will help you feel better. He doesn’t notice you pulling out your phone and typing until his dings with a text from you, the familiar text tone he set just for you resonating in the quiet room. He checks the text you sent him. It’s a diagram for breathing exercises for panic attacks. That’s what’s going on, he realizes, you’re having a panic attack. He freezes for a second, mind racing. He realizes after a moment that freaking out isn’t going to help you at all. He takes a shaky breath, then looks at the diagram.

“Okay,” he says, “you ready?” You nod.

He inhales, holds his breath, lets it out, and holds it again in four second intervals, counting you through it as you breathe together. He repeats the steps again and again, feeling your grip on his arm gradually loosen. He notices the changes, slow and gradual, as the breathing exercises start to work. The relief you both feel as he witnesses you progressively come down from this is unlike anything else he’s ever felt. A little while later, you think you’ve calmed down enough to talk about it.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice soft and tender.

“Yeah.” you say. He’s never been more relieved to hear your voice. You take in a shaky breath, fumbling for the words you’re looking for.

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, dude.” he says, nudging you gently. You pause, then let out a breathy, weepy laugh, remembering the first time you said that to him. It gets quiet again. You can tell him, you think. You’ve mentioned that your dad was an asshole in the past, so you’re sure it won’t be too much of a shock. Your therapist has said it’s good to talk about this stuff in places where you feel safe enough to. You don’t think you’ve ever felt safer than in a theater, than with Ricky right next to you. You take in a steadying breath.

“My dad, before he left,” you start. Your voice is so small, he’s never heard you speak so quietly, “he got… scary… when he was mad sometimes. Loud noises still make me kind of jumpy, you know?”

He understands what you’re saying. More than he hates this theater for putting you in danger, he hates that someone ever made you afraid like that - especially someone who was supposed to take care of you. He’s never met him, and he’s sure you wouldn’t want him to, but Ricky really hates your dad now.

“Yeah,” he says softly, still rubbing your back. You fidget with your fingers. It’s quiet again.

“He never came to any of my shows.”

There’s a retroactive, humorless laugh towards the end.

“I started giving my comp tickets to friends cause I knew he wouldn’t come.”

Ricky somehow hates this guy even more. You look up, eyes moving around, taking in the details of the room.

“I guess that’s why theaters have always felt like more of a home, you know?” you chuckle, remembering how much normal stuff you missed out on to be at rehearsals so much. “Even when things were bad, they were still good. Plus, it was the one place he was guaranteed not to be, so…”

At some point, you curled up against him, and your head now rests on his warm chest. His hoodie is soft under your cheek, and you feel close to him. It’s a nice feeling.

“So, why did you stop?”

“Stop what?” you ask, snapping out of your train of thought circling around how nice he feels against you.

“If theatre’s your home, why did you stop?” Maybe he shouldn’t ask, but you’ve told him so many times how glad you were to start acting again when you started at East High. You let out a dry laugh, a cynical tinge of hindsight present in your reply.

“I thought it would be easier.” you state. It sounds so stupid to say out loud now, but it did make sense at the time. “Going from such a face paced, high pressure environment to normal life in a suburban town… I thought I could be normal. I thought I would feel more fulfilled if I really committed to letting myself be a normal teenager for a while, but…” You laugh again, this one warmer.

“I couldn’t stop.” you confess. “I did one summer completely free of any and all performing arts - I even quit dance - and I practically lost my mind. It was terrible. In a profession like this, it either drives you totally crazy or keeps you sane. I guess I need theatre to keep me sane.” You laugh again. “God, listen to me. I sound like such an actor…” you chuckle, hoping he doesn’t think you sound too pretentious.

He understands. There’s a certain peace he’s noticed he only finds in rehearsal spaces. He wonders if that makes him an actor too. He hopes it does. He can sense how comfortable around him you are, and it makes his heart feel full, that you trust him when you’re so vulnerable. You trace your hand across his chest, then idly through his hair, and he feels like his heart is going to burst. It gets quiet again, the only noises are your soft breaths mixing together and his pulse racing under your fingertips.

“Thanks for this…” you begin, but the words dry up in your throat as you look over at him, realizing how close you are, how alone the two of you are. It hits you how close you’re pressed against each other, how badly you want to touch him. Based on the way he’s looking at you, he’s thinking the same thing.

You can’t hold back from kissing him any longer. Besides, why should you? Life is short, who are you to deprive yourselves of the pleasure of kissing someone you’re really into? Especially in such an intimate moment like this, all cozy and tucked away together. You start to lay back, letting him pin you against the cushions of the couch, but a cloud of dust rises up on impact, followed by the noise of something that you swear was a rat scrabbling away. You clap your hand over your mouth, you and Ricky staring at each other in shock.

“Nope.” you say.

“Nope.” he agrees, standing up.

“Nope.” you echo, both moving quickly away from the couch. Before you can take a look around for another convenient place to make out for a little while, Ricky picks you up in one swift motion, setting you on the table full of boxes stacked nearly as high as your head that he can just see over. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you back in for another kiss.

“Ricky…” you giggle when he bites your neck, moving his hand into your pants.

He’s never felt closer to you than he does now, holding you tight in his arms while his fingers plunge in and out of your dripping heat as you sigh against his skin. No matter how many times you feel them stretching your tight walls and rubbing that spot that makes your eyes roll back, it never fails to amaze you how good his fingers feel inside you like this. They reach places yours could never, and maybe it’s the years of playing guitar, but they always seem to know just what to do to make you throb and squeeze around them.

Soon you’re ready for more, you need more, and he can feel that. You watch in anticipation, breath bated, as he undoes his jeans enough to pull out his cock, hard and leaking for you, pulsing in his hand. He quickly rolls a condom up his shaft, just as needy to be inside you as you are for him, and lines himself up with your entrance. He works his way in, gently, slowly burying his cock inside you. He peppers your face with kisses until he’s all the way in, his pelvis nudging against your twitching clit.

He starts to thrust slowly, settling into a rhythm and squeezing your hips in his hands. You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to push your tongue into his mouth. He makes you feel good, so good, and he’s barely gotten started. He ruts his hips into yours, giving you everything you need, fucking all the residual stress and sadness out of your sweet, pretty head. He’s careful not to go too crazy, toeing the line between comforting pleasure and overstimulation.

You cling onto him so tightly, so vulnerable in his arms, batting your pretty eyes up at him and god, it makes his stomach twist. Your breath fans warm across his face with every little pant, every moan he draws out of you, and it feels better than the warmest shower on the coldest day. He’s dizzy with pleasure, burying his face into your neck to get high off the sweet scent of the perfume you’re wearing today - this one smelling like book pages and fruit.

In spite of the way you cling to him and clench around him and moan his name, he doesn’t know how you feel, what you are. He wishes he had an answer, because he can feel it building up. You’re so tight and wet, squeezing him so pretty than any strength he would have had not to say it so soon is gone.

“I-”

“Ricky?”

You both freeze at the sound of Nina’s voice making her way through the crowded room. Ricky sees the instant your eyes get wide and you bite your lip, eyes locked with yours, and he has to try not to cum on the spot from how goddamn cute you look and how quick you clench and squeeze around him. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling your head down to his chest, below the line of the boxes as Nini finally walks past the piano and sees him obscured by boxes. Tucked into his chest, you’re out of her line of sight. You can feel yourself squeeze around him, pulsing, a breath away from cumming. You’re surprised at how turned on the protective gesture makes you, the feeling of his hand on the back of your head keeping you tucked away. He lets out a low hiss of air only you hear.

“Um, Miss Jenn wants to know where you guys went.” she says. If Ricky hadn’t been so focused on looking relaxed and casual instead of like he wasn’t balls deep in the tightest wettest warmest cunt he could ever dream of, he would have noticed the shape her mouth made. He would have recognized it as the same tell she’s had since they were little and asked why she was lying, what she really wanted. Nini tries to look around the room for you, but Ricky jumps in before she can.

“I think she went to the bathroom,” he gestures toward the doorway, “I’ll go find her and we’ll be there in a couple minutes. You can head back, and tell Miss Jenn.” He takes slow, shallow breaths, trying to keep a poker face, trying not to let her realize anything is going on. She looks around the room a little more.

“...Okay.” she sighs. “Hurry up.” She looks back at him once before leaving. You both wait with bated breath until you’re sure she’s gone.

“That was such a close call,” you breath, ethereal and glowing lighting his skin on fire wherever you touch and he feels it build up in a rush again.

“Yeah,” he chokes out, hoping the wrong words don’t slip out instead, “It was.” He’s teetering on the precipice, the words about to spill out, practically edging himself by staying still when you throb and squeeze and pulse around him like that, so he does what anyone would do - he presses hot, wet, open mouthed kisses against your soft pretty lips, and bends over to fuck you within an inch of your life. He moves down your neck as his hips piston into yours, knocking all the air from your lungs.

“Ricky!” You giggle, overwhelmed with the pace he’s set and the playful kisses he’s smothering you with.

“Shh, peach, we don’t want someone to find us in here again, right?” he mutters into your skin, that sensitive spot below your ear, and you let out a shuddering sigh. You’re trying so hard to stifle your noises but the best you can do is dampen them. Everything he does feels so good, and he’s so… excited to touch you like this, to make you giggle, that it makes you light headed from all the attention. He pants, resting his head on your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck, overwhelmed by you. He squeezes his eyes closed and scrunches his nose when he smiles in disbelief that someone can make him feel so good, that he love someone this much, and god, he loves you so much.

The nerve builds again, and he can feel himself getting dangerously close. It’s not the first time by any means, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. So fuck it, he thinks, throwing caution to the wind. What’s the worst that could happen? You don’t do stuff like this in a dusty storage room full of cobwebs and props unless you really like someone, right? And really liking someone is close to loving them. Maybe he should take a leap of faith. He takes in a breath.

“I love-”

The words and air alike are knocked out of his lungs as you clench hard around him, cumming hard. You hide your face in his shoulder in an adorable attempt to muffle the sounds you're making, nails lightly scratching his back as you hold onto him for dear life. The breath he was going to use to tell you that leaves his mouth as a moan instead. You catch your soft, pretty lips with his, and shove your tongue down his throat to quiet both of you, and it’s enough to send him over the edge. He cums hard, drowning in that pleasure that only you can give him.

“Fuck,” he moans into your mouth, panting against your skin as his hips rut and spasm against your sensitive walls, your throbbing clit. You gradually come down from your high, and manage to run into the bathroom to get cleaned up before walking back together, trying to be inconspicuous. Miss Jenn gestures for Ricky to come over to her so she can ask if you’re okay. During his brief absence, Nina shows up next to you.

“You were gone for a while,” she starts quietly, trying to see if your story lines up with Ricky’s. You look over at her smiling, mouth agape, and point to Kourtney, who’s belting her heart on stage.

“Oh my god!” you breathe, excited and trying not to interrupt, “Did you know she could sing like that?”

“Yeah, of course,” Nina starts. She’s Kourtney’s best friend, of course she knows she can sing.

“She’s amazing…” you smile, wondering why she didn’t audition initially. You hope she will in the future, you’re sure Miss Jenn could use someone like her in the cast as well as the crew. Before Nina can wrap back around to her initial question, you’re slipping away to get your water bottle from your bag. Miss Jenn catches your eye, silently and sincerely asking if you’re okay. You flash her a smile and thumbs up. You are now. She nods, then continues typing something on her laptop.

On your way back, you catch a glimpse of her screen. It’s a total accident, but you don’t like what you see. She’s emailing Principal Gutierrez about using the school gym for the show instead of the El Rey. Your brow furrows. Why wouldn’t she want to use the El Rey? It’s beautiful, affordable, and available, it’s the perfect fit. The school gym? How would that even work? You pull out your phone to text your mom, determined not to let Ricky perform his first show in a gym when a beautiful theater is ready and waiting for you.

One quick text to your mom - who’s just as confused about that as you are - and she tells you she’s on top of it. You thank her, glad to have someone that great in your corner. You look over at Ricky, who’s currently sword fighting EJ with a wrapping paper tube. You smile. He’s so sweet, and he’s been through so much, the least you can do is make sure he has the best experience with theatre you possibly can - and that means performing right here on opening night.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts x reader #hsmtmts smut #ricky bowen #ricky bowen x reader #ricky bowen smut #rocks at your window #I think when I die I want to be a theatre ghost #also there's an actual el ray theater in I think california which is what I'm imagining in terms of imagry

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characternerdocs · 2 years ago

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😍, ♡, 💘 (love and romance hc prompts, for Logan)

love and romance headcanon ||| @icybreaths

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they?

Before they actually started dating, Logan and Heath were both in that state of having a crush on the other but didn’t want to say anything because each were afraid they’d wreck the friendship that they had together.

Other than that, maybe one or two celebrity crush, but nothing that will overpower her love of Heath. Of course there is also Rox, but all three of them got two hands, and that’s last romantic as it is a platonic relationship as I imagine Rox is actually aromantic. As they hang around Heath and Logan for the wholesome vibes and positive reinforcement.

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date?

She’s met people who believe since she’s an amputee she is “less than” in someway. Which the mind set really grinds her gears. She’s worked too hard to up with that and to work harder to try and prove the negative nancys wrong and... well she has much more cooler things to do.

Among some of those said people have been a handful of exes, Bradley, Logan’s high school bf, and [redacted] Keystone, first name I’ve forgotten and who tried to gaslight Logan when she wanted to breakup, saying that “nobody’s gonna want to play with a broken toy.” the gaslighting however back fired and Logan instantly dumped Keystone.

The other ex who’s looked down on Logan being an amputee is Heath’s, Ramiel, Saying that of course he’s rebound who have to be somebody more pitiful than himself. Heath, however, who went from dating an angel to a goddess in his eyes, doesn’t take Rai’s bashing of his GF and like, “What do you mean? She got nerfed by god. what’s pitiful about being that OP that even gods fears you?”

💘 = Does your muse believe in astrology signs? If so, what sign are they most compatible with? And is this important when considering a date?

Logan sorta believe it astrology signs. As a Cancer, it would mean she more compatible with Pisces, Taurus, or Scorpio. Translations; Logan would be more compatible with Artair (arguably is/was a Pisces?), One of Heath’s moms (a Taurus), or Vincent (my scorpion boi) over Heath (a Gemini). So no, “sign compatibility” doesn’t matter to Logan. But depending on what sign a people is, being around them can effect Heath’s CasMark abilities, so that’s where her believe in Astrological signs coming in.

Thanks for the ask @icybreaths, I hope you enjoyed the little glimpse at Logan

#Ask #icybreaths #logan sargeant

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commander-duckie · 3 years ago

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💐🌼🍂 + Caellach

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Caellach is a notoriously terrible patient - less so for disobeying menders and moreso for actively trying to avoid them in the first place. He absolutely hates being stuck in bed and resting, as it reminds him far too much of a youth spent stuck in the Omphalos Chamber. He wants to be out there, helping, not sitting around having things done for him, it makes him feel useless. He is far and away the one most likely to ignore and/or hide a wound just so he can focus his attention on someone else and what they need, even if he's gritting his teeth with the pain, even if there's a patch of sap blooming beneath his shirt. Trahearne is less than amused pretty much every single time. Luckily for the Marshal, however, he does hold more sway over his dear Noon-bloom than anyone else in the world, so it doesn't take more than a stern look to have the Commander retreating back to bed.

(He doesn't have to be pleased about it, though.)

When finally wrangled by watched over by menders or Pact healers, he's efficient, polite, and does listen as best he can to their advice, knowing that his habit of putting it off isn't a good one - one of these days he'll regret it, he knows he will. He's all soldier, all Commander, all business and no pleasure. He allows them to do as they need to, so he can get back to doing what he needs to do. In private with those dear to him, though - namely Trahearne and Kahedins - he can revert just a little bit to the little brother they know him as, complete with the pouting over having to rest. Someone please sit on this man so he can't run while they're not looking.

(When he's really very ill or badly wounded - meaning he can't get up of his own volition - he's a lot easier to deal with, ironically enough. He hides it very well, but deep down he loves to be doted on, especially by Trahearne. Sit by his side and pet his fronds and speak softly to him, let him rest and feel safe and warm and content, and he'll be putty in your hands.)

🌼Who are this character's friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Caellach is my story Commander, so their found family is the same friend group found in the game - Kas, Jory, Braham, Rox, Taimi, Gorrik, and Rytlock. Oh, and Aurene, too!

In terms of friends, he's absolutely closest to Rytlock, both sharing a soldier's outlook on life and the drive of an underdog fighting tooth and claw to reach the top. They get along like a metaphorical house on fire and, by the time the Icebrood Saga rolls around, they have a synergy in combat that can make even the most battle-hardened warriors run for the hills. They really are brothers-in-arms, and Caellach even has an unofficial Stone warband name - Brightstone.

But for kids? Far and away, Braham, Taimi, Gorrik, Blish and Aurene are his babies. He doesn't care that Braham has a good foot of height on him, Braham is his son, and I cannot even begin to describe how much their argument and split crushed him. Even before Eir was lost, Caellach considered Braham under his protection, and that only amplified from then on. He wants so badly to be the guiding figure that Braham never got to have.

The same goes for Taimi, who he swiftly became protective of due to their shared experiences with illness and chronic pain. He's practically watched both her and Braham grow up, and oh, hell hath no fury like a father with a daughter in danger - when she was taken by Joko, there was nothing that would have withstood the force of Caellach's anger. Nobody puts her in danger, ever. His fire almost melted Scruffy in his attempt to get her out in time.

(He held her so tight when they did. Sat down on that floor and ignored the screaming pain of magic overuse and just held her, rocked her, whispered into her hair, until all their panic finally melted away. "It's alright, it's okay, you're okay. Shh-shh-shh. You're safe now. I- thorns, you're safe now. I'm so sorry. We're okay, you're okay. It's over, now. I promise. I promise.")

Blish and Gorrik are special, and pretty amusing, cases. Right at the beginning, Caellach was very wary of them both, as of course they were both Inquest; as a Firstborn, Caellach hardly has much trust for a red-clad rat. Once they proved themselves willing to save the world, however - and with the realisation of just how young they both were, dragged into the Inquest like that - they both swiftly became Additional Sons, and joined the ranks of Caellach's odd little family. He's as protective of the two of them as any of the others. Losing Blish in the fight against Kralkattorik, therefore, hurt Caellach beyond words. He wanted to keep them both safe, and couldn't. The helplessness of it was soul-crushing. He swore he would never lose another of his kids again.

Finally, there is, of course, Aurene - his littlest daughter, now a big shiny Elder Dragon! He can't believe how much she's grown in such a short time, and to be honest, he was sent reeling by the change from guardian to guarded. It was like watching your child grow up so fast and become an adult themselves, doing the exact thing you had been doing for so long. He is honoured to have been her "surrogate" father, and to have become her Champion, but sometimes he misses the little hatchling she was, and her ravenous appetite for fish.

(She lays her head in his lap, still, on occasion, especially when she was recovering in Seitung. He's so small to her, now, so fragile, when he used to be the biggest, brightest star in her universe - she supposes that such is life as a hatchling growing up into a dragon. Even so, she'll nuzzle up close from time to time, doing her best not to rest too much weight on him, and enjoys the feeling of his hands stroking at her head, just like he used to do. She's not sure what she'll do when he's no longer there.)

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

He does love hugs, but they're typically reserved for family, very close friends, and his significant other. He's even one of Taimi's favoured "carrier people" if she needs someone to take over with the whole walking thing. He'll allow a hug from a stranger if they're doing it out of genuine gratitude for something he's done, but a soldier's mind never really rests, so please don't hug him completely out of nowhere!

With those he's close to, you can easily tell how much they mean to him by how comfortable he is around them - he'll let the Commander persona slip, he'll relax, he'll laugh and joke and make sarcastic little comments like the rest of them.

#commander caellach #trammander #firstborn caellach #gw2 oc #thank you SO MUCH for the ask!!!!#i'll get to yours soon oasis don't worry!!! uwu #oof this got Super Long though i just. weeps over Caellach's kids

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myimmortalisimmortal · 4 years ago

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Why Chapter 39 of My Immortal was due to an actual hacker

After considering some findings, I’m confident in this theory. And thus, I’m confident anyone who claims to be Tara Gilesbie while claiming the hacked chapter was faked is not being honest. Below I will explain why I believe so and how I came across this information in the first place.

All this was from a long chain of breadcrumbs. Let’s go back... all to the mid 2000s in the LiveJournal days when Tara Gilesbie had a dedicated fan club.

The Tara Gilesbie Fan Club

One thing that particularly stuck out was members mentioning finding Tara through IMDb. Yes, you heard right.

[ID: Two comments on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club LiveJournal.

The first is from ‘golden_helikaon’ on 2008-01-19 writing, “I found it on the Order of the Phoenix IMDb board. There were several long threads dedicated to ripping her apart with every new chapter.”

The second comment is from ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2008-01-20 writing, “It was almost 2 years ago and I've told this story many times. I knew Tara a month before My Immortal was published. It was on IMDb's board for My Chemical Romance. When the story came out I knew about it but didn't pay attention because I wasn't into HP at the moment. Then, like icarus_malfoy wrote, there were the threads about her and that's when my interest started. There were also another troll on the His Dark Materials...” (Image cuts off.) End ID.]

According to this, Tara Gilesbie was already tyrannizing the internet before she posted My Immortal. This actually is very consistent with the fact “Tara Gliesbie is totlly Gottik” was a petition that existed in November 2005. (My Immortal was posted in March 2006.)

This IMDb profile seemed very intriguing. It hasn’t been mentioned much, and isn’t considered to be official by most people. Was it a legitimate account? If so, was there gothicness we were deprived of all along? I searched to try find out more about it, hoping screen captures or something would turn up. Luckily, one of the same members copied and pasted Tara’s bio in another comment.

[ID: A comment on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club LiveJournal by ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2007-05-05 writing, “All her posts are deleted now. I can still visit her profile because she's on my friend list. Her bio:

‘hi im tara. im a goth (n prode!). i have died blak hair n blu eyez. i wer eyeliner a lot of da time. i hav a bf. his naym is justin. he rox! i liv in Dubia.

likz: eyliner, goffik makep, beng goffik, GOOD CHRALOTTE, death, sleting my rists, drak colorz, hot topik _

dizliks: beng alive, bo, pop music, brite colors, pink, brabie, hiraly doof da music i lik: linen prak, GOOD CHRELOTE, evinezenz, simpl plan, akon, arvil levine, blink-183, panik! at da disko, foll oot boi, mcr. HIRALY DOOF IS A PSR!

fav moviez: when a stranger kallz, da grudge, da grudge 2, korps bird, da nitemare b4 krismas, da ring 2, da ring, shrak attak, undreworld 2, da texas chonsow massakre da bogenning

ps 2 all da prepz nd pozers tryin 2 diz me u r jus jeloz!!!! so yolsentik nd hartdremer u kan go fok ur momz 4 al i ker ok U SUK!!!111′

I feel so special to be personally insulted by her on her profile.” End ID.]

People like to copy & paste things stupid things to laugh at all the time (no offense Tara), so I thought: why not Google some of the bio? Maybe whoever did that posted additional stuff.

And it worked! (I found more content from Tara’s supposed IMDb, but more on that for a different post.)

When searching the bio, a Reddit thread about Rose Christo popped up.

During Rose Christo’s brief reign, a user said Rose’s claims seemed to check out. This user actually happens to be the same commenter, Heartdreamerz, in the LiveJournal thread. (Which makes sense, considering she’s the one who originally had the bio I was searching.)

If you don’t feel like clicking the Reddit link, basically she confirmed Rose’s claim that two Filipino users from the forums hacked the account.

Because of Heartdreamerz’ long involvement in My Immortal and the fact she never claimed to be Tara or Raven, I take a lot of trust in her word.

Heartdreamerz linked the FF.net profile of the original hacker: Coruscate Corruption.

Looking up “Coruscate Corruption” had me come across this from the LiveJournal fan club, which implies that there were two hackers.

[ID: post on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club Livejournal by 'nicespice' on Dec. 28th, 2006, writing, “Just a little thing I drabbled down. Hope it's not too horrible. What do you think?

There is an evil on FF.net and All who encounters it feels their Respiratory system give out And become too scared to scream. Gruesome, it is. The anti-christ fanfiction, My Immortal, written by a total idiot. Does she Leave you to cry tears of blood, because I have before. EarnestInBerlin and Coruscate Corruption, the hackers, Sought to bring My Immortal redemption. Too Bad the real Tara had to come back so soon to ruin the fun. I wish she had at least continued her story, I look at her fic Everytime I go online, wishing she'd just update so I could laugh at... Tara Gilesbie." End ID.]

While searching “Coruscate Corruption”, a few posts popped up from a forum for The Bartimaeus Sequence called Bartiforums.

[ID: Two images showing 3 forum posts by Mwamba.

The first post was a reply to, "Mwamba, how did you crack both passys? Just guessing or what?"

On December 8th 2006, Mwamba replied, "Tara's was just pure luck. It didn't take long to get. The password was tara. *snorts* Post's was just guessing too, but I remembered when his passy was cracked on here, so I tried out the same password. It worked. Oh yeah, and I wrote a fanfic for Post, it's a rip off of Tara's story, but meh.”

The last two posts were made on January 14th, 2007. The second post wrote, "It was me. I had complete control for two days. And then EarnestInBerlin had to hack in too and change the password. But then she told what it was and then the real Tara had to come back and rechange her passy so nobody could get in. But that's old news. That account is most certainly not mine. I could not continue that fic for 39 chapters, I'd get bored after the first fifteen.”

The third post wrote, “*Shrug* It doesn't matter. Call me whatever. Though if I have to pick, I suppose you can call me by my FF.net name, Coruscate Corruption. What book category are you writing this fic in? Just curious.” End ID.]

Chapter 39 was posted late November 2006, so that first post was only a few weeks after it happened.

The password was “tara”... does that ring a bell at all?

[ID: A screencap from Rose Christo’s now-deleted blog. It says, “And My Immortal? You can come to your own conclusions. This was really never about the fic; it was the marketing team at SMP that decided to make My Immortal the main part of the story. Our email address was [email protected] and our password was tara.” End ID.]

-- Rose Christo’s claim before deleting

You may be asking, “Rose Christo? The woman who lied about her family, being Native American, and writing My Immortal to sell a book?” Yes, that Rose Christo. Yes, she was a fraud and a scammer, but she peppered in some little-known true details to make her claim seem more legit. For instance, she talked about a Voldemort rper in the reviews, and that ended up being true. You can actually find this Voldemort reviewer in the web archives of Raven’s stories. (Apparently, that Voldemort even came out and said “hey, that’s me!” Cannot find it unfortunately.)

Keep in mind the only way I found any of this was because Rose Christo made that claim. Without it, Heartdreamerz wouldn’t have made that post that led to Coruscate Corruption and those posts on Bartiforums. It’s possible Rose somehow came across the same information I did, but it’s more likely she was there. Rose Christo may not be the author of My Immortal, but it was likely she was a spectator as it all went down. (As I was a spectator for Rose’s ordeal when it all went down.)

Since it was said the hackers posted on the fanfiction forums, I sought to find it by searching “Tara”, “My Immortal”, etc. on FFnet’s search. The posts are unfortunately long gone, but there is a surviving forum called “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!”

[ID: A screencap of “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!” from Fanfiction net. Someone named Ebony Dark’ness wrote, “I have personally logged on to Tara’s account when her password was revealed after she got hacked.” End ID.]

TL;DR: Multiple, separate people made consistent claims over the span of years. Because of this, I personally believe Tara’s account was legitimately hacked.

(Sources/links will be added in a reblog.)

#my immortal #rose christo #tara gilesbie #todd gilesbie

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myloveforhergoeson · 6 months ago

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☀️ for rox and the guys!

☀️ - Describe your characters’ school day morning routine. Do they have any unique habits?

ohhh this one is so cute!! tysm for the question <33

i'm going to treat this as "before the palm woods" so how they'd be on a school day back in Minnesota :)

roxy: oh miss girl... since she takes the night shift at the radio station, her routine is all kinds of messed up lol. she typically works weekdays 2am-6am, with school starting around 7:25am! so, when she gets home around 3ish, she's heading straight to bed lol. but, she typically wakes up around the time her dad gets home to have dinner together before she takes another nap and gets up about an hour and a half before she leaves for work. it's then she showers, gets dressed, does her makeup, and she packs her bag for school. typically she wears pjs to work since she's the only one in the station at that time, but she brings a pair of clothes to wear to school too! homework is done while she's on the clock lol. that is essentially her 24 hours break down on the weekdays, pretty unique i'd say...

james: homie is up at the ass crack of dawn 😭 most days at least! i think he's pretty strict about his bed time and sleep cycle - he wants to make sure he has eight whole hours of rest! from there, i imagine a min-work out of some kind either like stretching at the very least ranging to maybe even a short run around the neighborhood! when he gets home, he eats, showers, dives into his skin and haircare routine, then he gets dressed! i feel like it's pretty typical, yet he spends a lottt of time getting ready. and if he doesn't get his precious 8 hours he'll forgo the morning work out! catches a ride with a friend to school around 7:15ish

carlos: oh sweet boy... he's waking up 30 minutes before he has to leave for school and praying he's able to get everything done in time. i feel like he's a night showerer, so he pretty much just has to get dressed, comb his hair, and go! most of his struggles include making sure his hockey and schools bags are fully packed and ready to go! he often leaves things behind because of his short time window. definitely prioritizes sleep over all else in the morning. grabs a snack on the way out the door and catches a ride with the same friend as james to school!

kendall: i feel like he, katie, and jennifer all have a pretty similar routine. they all wake up around the same time and have breakfast, before jennifer heads off to get ready and Katie and kendall have to fight for the bathroom. because katie usually ends up on top, kendall takes ultra quick showers and doesn't spend too much time getting ready before heading out the door. usually ends up using the extra time he has while waiting for his sister to finish any homework or make sure his bags are all packed! if he has to skip a morning shower, he'll take one when he gets home from practice. hitches a ride from the same friend as above

logan: similar to james, logan is also an early riser! but that's typically because he's perfecting the last of his schoolwork or finding himself lost in a good book! i think he's up late reading and up equally early reading loll but he does his best to quickly get ready and meet his family for breakfast in the kitchen! from then, he catches a ride as mentioned and heads to school!

eee this is so fun! thank you for asking!! <3

find an emoji and ask away!

#ash talks tasw #bishounenbtr #thats all she wrote fic

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lindyloosims · 4 days ago

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Chapter Three, Part Two:

"TONIGHT??? But…where am I gunna go? My landlord kicked me out, I've got no job AND I feel like crap! Come on Lain!!!"

"Okay, I'll be reasonable! You don't have to go right now…" Lainie replied calmly…

"…you've got ONE hour!" Kev stepped back and glared at Lainie with utter contempt.

"You bitch!" he muttered so that Roxy couldn't hear, "Don't think that you'll get away with this! I'll come back, I always do! And she'll lap it up, like she always does! You're only doing this because you can't resist me, come on Lain, there's always been chemistry between us and you just can't stand it that it's Rox I chose! Don't get me wrong, if you weren't such a poisonous snake of a woman, I'd so go there! I've thought about it more than once, in fact I thought about it in the shower this morning…for fifteen minutes!!! And when you got dressed this morning, the crack in the door was just too much to ignore…you're just as hot with your clothes off and man I could have had you right there and you and I both know it!!!"

"You're an absolute pig Kevin Larson! And I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last male on Earth! I won't call you a man because that would be pushing it! But the fact remains that in one hour I want you to be gone! And when you do crawl out from under your rock once again, I'll be there to drop it back on your head you waste of space! Now pack your bags…and GO!!!"

Lainie left Kevin speechless as she turned to her friend and told her "That's how it's done Roxanne. He just admitted that he'd sleep with me if he could, he has no respect for you or me! I just hope you realise that sooner rather than later because I love you and I'm sick of him making a fool of you!"

"I know!" Roxy replied, "I know Lain, but you can't help who you fall in love with!" As the girls left Kev to gather his things and get out, the boys were gathering on the upstairs landing waiting for them.

As was a very surprised and humbled Charlotte! "What are you guys doing here?"

Lainie replied "We thought we'd come and see you Charlotte. We've all got some spare time so do you fancy hanging out?" Charlotte's big brown eyes lit up at the sight of her neighbours standing there.

"I…oh I don't know what to say!!! You're all here for little me???" she squeaked as Lainie, Dexter, Andrew, Roxanne and Ashton smiled back.

"Yes, I'm sorry it took us so long but…" Lainie began as Charlotte let out a tiny sob and squeezed her eyes shut;

"We'll have a picnic! Out here on the landing! I have cakes and wine and…"

"Sounds great!!!" Ash replied, although he could have sounded a bit more enthusiastic! But the look on Charlotte's face made every single one of them feel good, she felt special…and they did that!

Charlotte poured everyone some wine and the picnic was well underway. She still had her cakes from the day before, she was truly overwhelmed by the company…

…they chatted and drank and had a good time together. Dex sat next to Lainie as Drew squeezed in between the two brothers to get away from Roxy who had taken quite a shine to him.

"So Charlotte, how is work at the cat shelter?" Lainie tried to make Charlotte feel like the birthday girl at a party by focusing on her, while Dex focused on something else entirely! Charlotte was aware of this and it amused her greatly, Dexter Maloney, the hot ladies man was all bashful and coy over this girl who had just moved in…and it was utterly wonderful to see!

Putting aside her amusement, Charlotte answered Lainie's question, "Well it's…very furry to say the least! I have sticky mitts in my bag at all times because you know cat hair is an unruly obstacle in my line of work! You know…it really is nice to have company and to talk!"

"Careful, I might get used to being so popular and demand a picnic every week!" she giggled shyly and smiled to herself.

Roxy was making eyes at Drew who was finding the whole experience uncomfortable. She was a nice girl but not really his type! She was too forward! "Hey Drew! I hear you play guitar? I love a man that plays guitar!" she purred and winked at him while Ash tried not to laugh…

"OMG dude!" Drew whispered, "Help me will ya?"

"Gotta take the rough with the smooth my friend!" Ash replied, why would he want to stop this riveting entertainment?

As Charlotte was about to clear up, Dexter had a little surprise for her. "I did this last night! Do you like it?" he hung a painting he'd done of Charlotte on the wall as she let out another little squeak of joy…

"Oh my, Dexter Maloney! You…did this for me?"

"Yeah! Do you like it?"

"I love it! It's…so beautiful and…am I really that pretty?" "Uh…yeah! Course you are Char!"

Everyone helped Charlotte clear away the food, she felt so special and she knew that was all down to Lainie. "You've been so kind, I want to do something for you!" "Aw Charlotte you really don't have…"

"I have a brother! He's my twin! His name is Robert, Rob…he's a sweet boy and I really think you would get along nicely!"

"A twin brother?" Dexter's ears pricked up as he heard this very alarming yet amusing news, two of them??? "Yes, he's quite lonely and he doesn't have a girlfriend. I think you'd make a lovely coupling!" she winked, but it wasn't Lainie she was winking at…

…it was Dexter, who she'd said the exact same thing to the other night! As Lainie smiled awkwardly at Charlotte, she could see that Dex was starting to panic! If this didn't spur him on then nothing would, Charlotte thought to herself with a cheeky grin. "So what do you say? I'll get Rob to pick you up tomorrow night okay?" "Sure!" Lainie just couldn't say no, and Charlotte knew it! Dexter's little face was a picture, his heart breaking over someone else dating his precious freckles…and Charlotte knew it! She wasn't as daft as everyone thought!

As Ash and Drew were discussing how Drew could get Roxy off his back, Dex suddenly hissed "Did you guys hear that???" "Hear what?" they both said in unison. "That fruit loop Charlotte! Setting MY Lainie up on a date with her TWIN BROTHER!!!" "Oh my god Charlotte has a TWIN???" Ash guffawed as Drew smiled to himself. "So that's who the guy is!" he let out a deep breath and shook his head, as if he was just realising something, something important!

"Yeah well, it ain't happenin' ya hear?" Dex huffed, that Charlotte, and after he'd given her a gift too! How dare she try and set HIS Lainie up with her brother! How very dare she!!!

The following evening, Ashton was called out to an emergency at a club that turned out to be…not an emergency but rather a matter of urgency for a certain young girl! "DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, unless there is a fire of course, TOUCH THE FIRE ALARM DO YOU UNDERSTAND???" "I didn't I…" Erin Daley began but was cut off, Ash took his job very seriously and didn't take kindly to mindless pranks. "Do you realise that while we were out here answering your bogus call that there could have been, and still might be, someone burning to death in their house or dying of smoke inhalation as we speak???" "But I didn't…" Erin tried again but this time was interrupted by her friend Selena; "So…where's Dexter?"

"What did she just say?" Ash demanded as the veins in his neck began to pulse. "I said where is Dexter? Your brother?" "Oh god!" Erin's face drained of colour as the realisation hit her, "Selena please tell me you didn't!" "I pressed the lever and I waited, you got Ash so where is Dex?" "Is she for real?" Ash blinked in disbelief.

End of Part Two.

⏮️Previous/Next⏭️

#LoveDrunk #ts3 #sims 3 #the sims 3 #ts3 story #sims 3 story #the sims 3 story #simfiction #simlit #simfic #Lainie Robertson #Dexter Maloney #Love Drunk

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crazyk-imagine · 3 years ago

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Chapter I: Where Do You Go?

Pairing(s): Liam Dunbar/ Hayden Romero

Characters: Roxanne Fredrickson (OC), Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate (Hale), Liam Dunbar, Hayden Romero, Mason Hewitt, Jason James (OC - “Uncle”), Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Janice (ticket agent), Noah Stilinski

Warnings: Memory wipe, being forgotten, ghost riders, cursing (nothing too harsh)

Word Count: 3,467

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S6 EP01

Stiles runs down one of the various school hallways on the ground floor, still searching for someone anyone from the pack.

He’s out of breath. ‘She was right.’

He turns the corner to find Mason, Liam, and Hayden talking amongst themselves. "Mason, Mason, hey, where's Liam? Liam? Okay, there you go. Liam, Hayden, perfect. You two, you two have to listen to me right now. Alex is gone, just like his parents, okay? The ghost riders took him, so you guys, you can't be alone. You got to stick with Scott, Rox, or with me because I can see them.” He sees the way they weird look they’re giving him. “Why the hell are you lookin' at me like that?"

Hayden leans closer to her boyfriend, “do we even know him?”

“I don’t even know if he goes here,” Liam replies.

"Do you go to this school? What's your name?" Mason asks the older teen.

The three stand there, staring at the older boy before them, concerned about him.

It should bring Stiles a sense of comfort at the fact that they still seem to care about him but instead, it fills him with a sense of dread.

His mind is running at a million miles an hour.

He zones out, thinking about the photo situation.

"You haven't signed up for your own photo yet?" Malia asks.

"Yes, I did."

"It's blank."

Roxanne walks up to him, looking at the now blank paper. “I thought you already filled it out.”

“I did,” he mumbles.

Then jersey situation comes to mind.

"Excuse me, that's my Jersey, where'd you get that?"

"Coach gave it to me at practice."

Roxanne runs down, yet another hallway. “Come on,” she groans. “What school needs this many hallways?”

She freezes, talking a step back to see a non-human person on a horse. “Cowboy hat, check. Lasso, check. Horse, check. Old Western clothes, check. Looking up at me, yep. Dammit!”

She runs down the hallway, searching for her one human friend. “Stiles! Stiles!” She jumps down the small staircase, squatting before standing up.

“Where’s your scrawny, sarcastic ass when I need you?” She mutters to herself.

Stiles begins to slowly piece it together; he understands what the Wild Hunt does.

He has to see his dad before things get worse.

He pushes past the young teens, jogging towards his dad.

Noah stops Stiles from running into him. "Son, you, okay?"

"Oh, thank god. Thank god. Okay. Everyone's forgetting. Everyone is forgetting everything..."

"Okay, okay, slow down, slow down. We'll figure this out together. Okay. Now, why don't you tell me your name?"

Stiles is heartbroken. He moves away from his dad.

It’s like he’s looking at the completed puzzle now, it all makes sense; you see a ghost rider, you’re erased, it’s as simple as that. It explains why the deputies forgot who Alex was when Stiles asked.

He’s gotta call someone and pray he can stop things from getting worse.

Stiles pulls out his phone to call his best friend, partner in crime, brother who’s a part of the supernatural world… "Scott?”

“Hey.”

“Scott, where are you? Where are you right now?" The human stutters.

"Who's this?"

His withdraws his phone from his ear, hanging up. His heart breaks again.

He thinks back to the incident at the sheriff’s station.

"Alex. The kid from the car wreck? The kid whose parents went missing last night?” Stiles says.

“Who's Alex?” The female deputy asks.

“Horses. He saw them. He saw the wild hunt," Lydia tells Malia.

"Who's stiles?" The werecoyote asks.

"It's me. I'm next," Stiles whispers to himself.

"Stiles! Stiles!" A female voice echoes throughout the hallway. Her heavy footsteps giving away how close she is. "Stiles! Dammit! There is no way you could have left without me knowing. Stiles, I swear to god, I’m gonna hang you by your scrawny ass.”

Roxanne’s back faces him, he runs towards her, turning her around. “Rox. It’s me. I’m next.”

“What does that mean? What do these ugly things do?”

He furrows his brows, “what are you- you saw them didn’t you.” He groans, “you were supposed to find the pack.”

“Are we seriously arguing over this?”

“No, we gotta get out of here.” He tugs on her hand.

She pulls her hand out of his grip, “no, I can fight. You can’t. Try to run and get out of here.”

He shakes his head, “no, I’m leaving you here.”

“Stiles, I’m loving the protective friend slash older brother persona, but we can’t do this. You need to go. I’ll be fine, I’ve survived this long, right?” She chuckles.

Stiles lunges at her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

She loses her breath, letting out an ‘oof’. She pats his back, pushing him away from her. “There is a time and place for hugging. This,” she gestures to the two of them, “is not it.” She shakes her head.

“I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I.”

A horse neighing in the distance diverts her attention away from him.

“They’re here, aren’t they?”

“Do you want me to lie?”

“Would it comfort me?”

“No.” Roxanne places her hands on his lower back and shoulder, pushing him forward. “Time to move.”

He bends backwards, taking slow steps. "Why should I? I mean you said yourself they’re coming. So, it probably doesn’t matter where we go, they’ll find us. What’s the point in trying? We’re screwed."

“I’m going to throw you in your jeep, drive to the town line, and kick you out leaving you to fend for yourself.”

“There’s that Hale attitude.”

“Stiles.” She shoves him.

He throws his arms out to try and catch himself; he fails, falling onto the ground. He rolls over to look up at her. He groans out, “what was that for?”

“We’re both going to be forgotten.”

“Pretty sure I made that clear but you shoving me onto the ground isn’t,” he whines.

“You’re ‘we’re helpless’ attitude isn’t helping. Now, you’re gonna get off your scrawny little ass and run out those doors, start your baby Roscoe and get the hell out of dodge. Got it?”

“She brought this on herself. She didn’t answer my- hey, Roxy! You’re not answering your phone so, I’m buying a ticket. I’m coming back and we’re talking.” Isaac hangs up the phone, shoving it into his jacket pocket.

“Hello, Sir. One ticket to California?” The ticket agent, Janice asks.

“Yes, thank you.”

“It’s no problem, sir. Here you are. You have a good flight.”

He smiles, “thank you.”

Roxanne turns her head, listening to the footsteps of the strawberry blonde and her voice as she calls out for the human on the ground. “Hey!”

Stiles tiredly glances up at her, leaning on his elbows.

“Get up. Lydia is out there calling for you.”

“So?” He pushes himself up.

“She’ll be the last person to remember you.”

“How does that help us?”

“She can help you. You find her, she’ll do everything she can to remember you. You two have a strong connection so that’s gotta mean something and I have a gut feeling that it does.” She grabs his shoulders, making him face her. “You can do this. You,” she pokes his chest. “Are Mieczyslaw Stilinski, if anyone is going to make it out of the Wild Hunt with no wounds, it’s you.”

“I can’t leave you here.”

“You can and you will.”

“I can’t do this without you.”

“You are the smartest person I know, and that’s saying a lot. You always know how to get us out of trouble, you’ll be able to get yourself out of this mess, alright?”

“What am I gonna do without my backup?” He sniffs.

“This isn’t a permanent thing. We’ll find each other again soon besides, who am I to back down from a fight?” She smirks, to hide her fear and prevent her lip from quivering any further. “She’s looking for you. Go.”

He turns around, looking over his shoulder as he turns the corner, “I promise, I’m not gonna forget you!”

“Focus on protecting yourself!”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles to himself.

“Don’t be.”

Stiles hands land on the door handle when he hears another familiar voice. He slams the door open, running out to find the strawberry blonde.

"Stiles!"

"Lydia? You know me. Oh, thank god. You do know me."

"I know you. But I think everybody else is forgetting."

The faint sound of a lightning cracking outside continues to get closer.

He grabs Lydia's wrist, pulling her out the door with him. He turns to find a ghost rider waiting for him. "Hey, do you see him?" Stiles releases Lydia's wrist, pointing at the ghost rider.

"See what?"

"The guy on the horse."

"Stiles, if you can see them, they're gonna..."

"No, I know, I know. Okay. They're comin' for me. So, you should get away from me right now, okay?"

No one knows where those who are taken go, he wasn’t about to let them see her and get taken alongside him and Roxanne.

"I'm not leaving you!"

"All right, come on, come on! This way, this way, come on. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Okay, this way. Keep going."

More ghost riders join the few he saw before.

"Where are they?"

"They're everywhere."

"Come on, come on, come on! Lydia, don't look at them, okay? Don't try to scream. They'll take you, too. Just do not look at them. I won't. I won't."

The two run, taking cover in Stiles’ baby, Roscoe.

He hesitates to start his jeep, he’s thinking about Lydia and everyone else’s safety, thinking back to what Roxanne told him, “If anyone is going to make it out of the Wild Hunt with no wounds, it’s you.”

He removes his hand from the steering wheel, taking his key out of the ignition.

"What are you doing? We need to go!"

He knows his time’s up, it’s too late for anyone to try and do anything. It’s too late to help him.

"There's no time. Lydia, I'm going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You're gonna forget me and you're gonna forget Rox."

"I won't. No, I won't. I won't. I won't forget either of you." Lydia doesn’t want to believe it; she refuses to believe that she’s going to forget him... she doesn’t want to forget the boy she loves.

"Lydia, you will. Just try to find some way to remember me, okay? Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you freshman year. Sophomore year? Junior year? Remember how you saved my life? You saved my life too. Just remember... Remember I love you."

The ghost rider rips the door open, taking Stiles away from Lydia, removing him from everyone’s memory except for Roxanne who was moments away from enduring the same fate as her friend.

There is hardly a shred of evidence to show that he’s a real person and not a figment of anyone’s imagination.

The only piece of evidence that’s left behind to remind the pack of Stiles and who he is... is Rosco, his jeep.

She punches one of the locker doors, "dammit!” She pants, her chest rising with every breath.

“Stiles… Scott. Scott. I need to call Scott," she checks her jacket pockets before checking his pants pockets.

She pulls out her phone, “ah ha!” She opens the call log, clicking on Scott’s name. "Scott. Scott. We know, what’s happening- I know, what's happening? The Wild Hint erases people from reality and our memories. Stiles was just erased."

"What're you talking about? What's a Stiles?"

“Listen, these things take people, okay?”

“Who?”

“The new trouble that’s in Beacon Hills. This group of supernatural cowboys takes whoever sees them- maybe eventually everyone.”

“How do you know this?”

“I can’t say.”

“Have you seen them?”

“A part of me wants to lie but, I won’t. I have and soon, I’ll be gone too.”

“Where are you?” Scott runs down the stairs in his house.

“I’m at Beacon Hills High but there’s no use in trying to protect me. I’m screwed.”

He swings his front door open. “No, listen I’m on my way. If you see one, any of these things, run. I’m coming as fast as I can, alright.”

Lightning cracking outside the school doors sends a shiver down both of their spines.

“They’re here.”

“Run.” Scott drives through the neighborhood passing a familiar car. He passes by Jason in a flash.

The human can’t even comprehend what or who went by.

“Run out the doors to the front of the school. I’m almost there.”

“It’s too late. I can hear them getting closer.”

“Rox,” Scott bursts through the school doors.

She runs toward the end of the hallway, “I told you to stay away.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I figured you understood that was implied.”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing her wrist. “Come on.”

“No, Scott. Stop.” She stands in front of him, stopping him from moving any further. “I got this. You need to go and find the others, make sure they’re safe.”

“I can’t leave you here to fend off the-”

“Wild Hunt. Yes, you can. I got this. I’m not going down so easily.”

“I know you won’t but I’m not going to risk you being taken. I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

Roxanne sighs thinking about Allison, Aiden, and everyone else who’s left or died. “I get that. I do but, you have your pack to think about. You have people relying on you to protect them and those people need you more than me. I can do this on my own.”

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to. I’m getting you out of here and taking you somewhere safe.”

“It doesn’t matter where I go or where I try to hide those things will find me. Stiles tried to leave but he got caught and taken. I heard it, Scott! I’m going away and there’s nothing any of us can do!” She shouts, her vision blurry as tears pool in her waterline.

Scott purses his lips, “where are they?”

“Surrounding us.”

“Do you think-”

“Running won’t do anything for me. If you walk out those doors, you won’t see it, okay?” She sadly chuckles.

“I’m staying.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“How can I? I’m with you.”

“You’re not helping.”

The wind blows leaves into the hallway, lightning cracks in the sky and in the hallway.

She gulps when she sees it. Her shoulders tense up. She steps in front of the true alpha, holding her arm out in front of him, “It’s my turn to tell you to run. Don’t look back and run.”

“How many are there?”

“I’m not telling you. Turn around and walk away.”

“I’m staying.”

She grits her teeth, “you stubborn son of a-” leaning forward, she kicks her leg back, successfully pushing him back. He lands on his back, gasping for air.

A whip cracking against the floor makes her roll her head, cracking his neck along the way. “You aren’t taking me down without a fight.”

Isaac puts the phone to his ear for the last time before boarding the plane. “I’m going to be on the plane in less than ten minutes, I’ll be in Beacon Hills before you know it. We’re talking when I get back-”

He’s lost his train of thought.

He furrows his brows, hanging up, he puts his phone back in his pocket. “Are you boarding the plane, sir?”

The werewolf looks up, smiling at the ticket agent from before. “Yeah, sorry. I forgot what I was doing.”

Janet chuckles, “that’s quite alright, I go through the same thing all the time.”

He weakly chuckles at her comment before walking past her. He sits in his assigned seat, adjusting himself so he’s comfortable.

He removes the scarf from his neck, setting it on his lap.

He knows someone gave it to him as a gift a few years ago but he draws a blank. He can’t remember who.

He turns out the window trying to remember why he’s returning to Beacon Hills but, doesn’t have an answer.

Another rider walks a few feet ahead of her with a gun in its hand.

She roars, her eyes shift into a ruby red. She turns back to see her friend, ally, and brother begin to push himself off the ground. “Make sure Beacon Hills is still standing when we come back.”

He struggles to get off the floor, wrapping an arm around his torso. He can feel the pain subside a little, but a bruise will for sure be there tomorrow. “Stop,” he whispers.

“Don’t forget us.” Roxanne stands there, letting the riders come to her.

She raises her arms, readying herself. Once they're close enough, she lets out a scream mixed with an alpha roar.

“Hey, I got the-” Jason sets the groceries on the counter. He furrows his brows, “who was I-”

The fire alarm goes off and he looks to see smoke coming from the oven. “Shit!”

He pulls the oven door down, wafting the smoke away as he coughs. He grabs the oven mitt off the counter and pulls out the two cookie sheets, setting them on the counter on top of two towels.

He runs around the house, opening a few windows, and the back door. “When did I put cookies in the oven? Why did I leave with cookies in the oven is a better question?”

He pulls out his phone, checking his most recent calls to see ‘Roxy’; he clicks on the number, only to get a recorded message, “this number is no longer in service”.

Jason furrows his brows, “who the hell is this Roxy chick?”

He pulls the phone away from his ear, hanging up. He looks at the familiar number, but no one comes to mind.

It was like something was clawing at the back of his mind trying to break free but was essentially blocked.

Jason begins putting the groceries away. He pulls out the chocolate chips, furrowing his brows. “Someone asked me to get them but who?”

He tosses them off to the side before making dinner and sometime later, going upstairs to get ready for bed.

He stops in front of the now bordered up room, placing a hand on the wall. He stares at the pictures on the “wall”.

Something isn’t right, there’s something wrong with the wall, but… he can’t put his finger on it.

She’s gone.

Nothing left behind for anyone to find.

Like her friend, no one will know she was real.

Something the others from the McCall pack and allies have yet to find out is that there’s one person who remembers both people but, it’s someone they’d rather not talk to or… bring back.

The one thing left behind for them to find isn’t anywhere for them to find, is on the hand of an “evil, power seeking” chimera… who’s stuck in the ground with his dead sister.

A ring, a simple, plain band but it means too much to Roxanne and she doesn’t care if it’s a ring you could find at any store. It has far more value to her than anyone else realizes.

“Scott?” Liam asks. He and Mason lift the older teen off the ground. “What were you doing on the ground?”

“I- uh- I don’t know.”

“Are you okay?” Hayden and Mason ask.

“Whose footprint is that?”

“What?” Scott looks down to see what Liam noticed.

“I don’t know.”

Hayden observes the way the alpha is holding his torso. “Why does it look like you’re not healing?”

Before Scott could say anything, Liam chimes in, “do you have any idea what happened to you?”

“It was obviously another supernatural being but what and who,” Mason says.

'Remember... Remember... remember...'

"You, okay?" Malia asks Lydia, concerned about the strawberry blonde, sensing something off with her since she’s zoning out.

"I have this feeling that I was supposed to do something." Lydia replies with a dazed expression.

"Do what?"

"I can't remember." She knows there’s something she was meant to do, maybe meet someone, she can’t remember.

“Maybe it was picking me up.”

The banshee furrows her brows, looking at Malia. “What are you talking about? I don’t pick you up in the morning that’s,” she stops, her brows knit together as she tries to figure out who was supposed to pick her up.

“If you weren’t supposed to pick me up then who was?”

“I don’t know.”

No one from the McCall pack nor do the residents of Beacon Hills remember what happened the night before. And none of them were prepared for what goes down throughout the next few months.

Previously: Prologue // Continue to: Chapter II

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