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ziracona · 3 years ago

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It’s my Birthday today and I wanted to start it off with updating a fic I’m enjoying writing. Hope you enjoy the read. : )

[Fate Grand Order AU fic] The Kid (pt: 1, ... 8, 9, 10, 11, ?)

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“Okay so, sorry, I’m still doing a little catch-up,” mutters Robin as we reach another corner and pause. Ahead, Emiya holds up a hand for us to halt and we do.

“Robin, do you have the mana for May King?” I hear Emiya’s voice in my head. Which, I appreciate being looped in on. Kind of thought he was going to be more of a pain to work with just because he could be, but he’s surprisingly practical and easy to work with for the uncooperative introduction we have. He seems real familiar with Robin’s abilities; gotta wonder where and when exactly they did meet—'specially since Robin barely seems to remember him at all.

Unlike me, poor Ritsuka looks like the frequent mental chatter is still something she’s trying to get used to; zones out a little every time someone communicates this way. I get it—took me a while to not be weirded out myself my first time summoned, and that was with the ability coming naturally, since I was a spirit.

“Hold that thought,” whispers Robin to me, then mentally to us all, “Yeah, a few times if it’s short. This important?”

“It’s not a difficult hall,” replies Emiya mentally, “But there’s too many people interacting with their security measures, and we haven’t gotten enough of us free yet. If we can’t disarm the magecraft security system and their personnel at once, someone might stay up just long enough to hit an alarm, and I’d prefer we free as many of us as possible before they figure out what we’re up to, since-“ He almost hesitates, glancing at Ritsuka for a split second, but he doesn’t. “-they might just start to kill them.”

Makes sense. I know it. They have catalysts to get us all back, and we have no idea where those are. I hate it, but he’s right—they’d definitely do it. Pretty sure I see Ritsuka connecting the same dots.

“Roger. I’ll move ahead into position,” says Robin mentally, cracking his neck as he moves up, “Give me about six seconds to find a good vantage point, then I’ll go as soon as I sense mana from you going after the security system.”

“Can we help?” asks Ritsuka worriedly in my head.

“If something goes wrong,” replies Robin telepathically, “Hopefully we won’t need it.” He stands then. “Sorry Mast—Ritsuka. I’m going to take a little bit out of you with this, but it’s only a skill, utilized this way, so it shouldn’t be too bad.” At my side, Robin glances down and gives a nod, then vanishes—not to spirit form, just flat out invisible. God it’s so cool! It always has been. Wish I could vanish like that; be useful as hell when dodging pursuers or trying to get an edge! Wish it was a thing he could teach me, but it don’t work like that—it’s a skill earned in life, and it’s all the thief of the forest’s.

Ahead, Ritsuka’s eyes widen as she watches him vanish, but she follows where I think he might be—she’s connected more than we are to each other, so she probably has a better idea than I do. Honest, it’s weird to have a guess where he is at all; I...don’t think I’ve ever been co-servant to someone before. It’s different, but, I like it. I like having a team. I mean, I’ve had allies before, but this ain’t the same. I can sense Robin a little myself like this, but I gotta wonder just how different it feels to be a master.

Emiya places his hand against the wall and whispers somethin’, and I feel a pulse of mana from him and hear the sudden ‘flishk’ of drawn bow strings releasing and movement, plus one choked, barely audible cry, then several quiet thuds all in rapid succession.

“Clear,” comes Robin’s voice in our heads.

Emiya smiles and steps out, Ritsuka and me behind him, and Robin materializes ahead of us between five guards sprawled unconscious along the ground. Kinda amazed how well we’re doing so far—damn it I’m gonna jinx us, but still! Non-lethal is way harder, and we’re still doing ok.

Looking amazed by the scene, Ritsuka rushes up to Robin. “Wow, that was incredible!” she whispers excitedly, “How do you do that? —How did you know he could do that?” she adds, turning big eyed to Emiya.

Robin and Emiya share a glance, slightly awkward. Huh, don’t seem like Emiya knows him too well, from the way he’s lookin’ at him; which makes it weirder he knows so much about his skills. Maybe…they fought? They don’t seem hostile to each other at all, but somethin’ like a Holy Grail War, where mages force you to kill each other, God knows I’ve fought my share of people I had no desire to kill and who really had no desire to kill me either. I could see it bein’ somethin’ like that. …Maybe?

“It’s uh, an inherited custom from the Celts,” says Robin, “I picked up some tricks, when I was on the run so much, and I guess it was pretty good, because as a servant, it lets me do that.”

Ritsuka looks at Emiya for his half of an answer.

“...We’ve met,” offers Emiya vaguely.

“Oh,” says Ritsuka in surprise, “So. You and Billy and Robin-?”

“—No, we never met,” I interject, gesturing between me and Emiya.

“Okay, so, different times?” checks Ritsuka, “When-”

“-I don’t mean to be rude,” says Emiya gently, “But we don’t really have time to discuss this.” He gestures to the waiting door and Ritsuka flushes.

“R-right—I’m sorry—it’s just interesting how you all meet and I want to know more—“

“-Hey, don’t worry kid,” says Robin, clapping her on the back, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know later. To answer your question,” he adds casually, moving to the door and drawing back a leg to kick, “I’m not sure about him, but I don’t remember.” With one solid slam from his foot, Robin snaps through the remaining physical lock on the door so it slides open, and in the one second before I’m distracted by what’s inside, I notice Emiya raise an eyebrow. Huh. So you do remember.

I get a glimpse into the room ahead then, and every thought goes out of my head. Except ‘The...hell?’

It’s different. It’s so different. I know it’s only been me and Robin so far, but it’s not the death bed with a withered corpse I expected at all. The spirit in this room is very much alive, and it is furious.

The cell is circular, with more seals carved into and drawn on the floor and walls and ceiling than I can process, and the spirit is dead center of them all, with heavy, bulky, painful looking restraints locked around his feet and forearms, another thick band around his waist and more on his thighs, his neck, his upper arms, each attached to a different heavy chain drawn taut, tugging in opposite directions of each other and making it as close as it can to impossible for him to move at all. He’s got a blindfold on too, also metal and painful looking, and a gag, but he’s not kneeling under the weight of it all like I was, or immobile and weak like Robin; he’s thrashing madly with the tiny, limited movement he has. His head snaps in our direction when we enter, and I hear his muffled, angry shouts even from here. He’s choking himself and ripping at the skin on his arms and legs and neck, but still, he’s fighting—and wildly. In fact, I’m pretty sure the seals around the room are the only thing keeping him captive at all.

It hurts to watch, seeing one of us rip blindly at his restraints, trying to break free like a dog being forced into in a fighting ring. But, I’m also impressed. Astounded. He doesn’t seem scared at all, just angry, and there’s something reassuring about it. ‘Specially since he’s short too.

“Huh,” says Emiya, the same look on his face I figure is on mine, and is definitely on Ritsuka. She snaps out of it first though, and starts to rush toward the blinded spirit, then hesitates because we’ve all balked too.

“...Can’t one of you break the locks? Like for Robin?” asks Ritsuka worriedly, half-turning to face us.

“Probably, but we don’t know what happens if we step in the circle,” explains Emiya, indicating the etchings above, below, and all around us.

“Yeah, I don’t speak mage runes, but I’m pretty sure that says some version of ‘if you’re a heroic spirit, get fucked,‘ ’cause I can feel that from here. —I got you though,” I add quickly, “move a little left and I’ll shoot one from here.” Thank God for long ranged skills! Both of the others seem chagrined I’m the first to think of this; can’t decide if I should be proud, or insulted by that.

Ritsuka hops to the side, and I aim, but I hesitate again with my gun drawn. The man in front of me is blinded and I don’t think he can hear well, because he ain’t reacted to anything we’ve said—only our presence—and he’s flipped out. If I free him, he might lash out, and Ritsuka is closer than we are. I’d rush in, of course, but I have no idea if stepping in that circle would paralyze me.

“Hey Boss—Partner?” I correct, lowering my gun just a little, “I don’t think he can hear well with that thing on his head. He’s panicked and angry—might be a bad idea to cut him loose without explaining who we are. Even if he don’t attack us, he’s probably gonna make a lot of noise, and we don’t need that.”

“Oh,” says Ritsuka, looking from him to me. Ahead, the spirit lunges in our direction with a fury I understand and makes me pretty sure I’m right that he has no idea who we are.

“Think you can calm him down? I could shout from here, but we don’t wanna he heard, and you probably got a better shot anyway. Not sure how much he can hear, but he’s gotta be able to hear a little, since he seems to know where we are without his eyes. Try talking to him—let him know we’re here to help ‘fore I break him free?” I suggest.

“Uhm,” she says, looking from him to me, “I’ll try.”

I feel bad immediately, seeing the moment of fear in her before she moves forward, so I take another step, close as I can get without hitting the circle, and call after her, “Don’t worry! Promise; he makes a move to hurt you, I’ll stop him before he even gets close; easy shot from here, ‘n I’m a crack shot—I won’t miss. ‘N don’t worry—won’t hurt him too much, either,” I add with a wink.

She glances back and smiles at me, worry mostly evaporated, and I grin back.

“Okay,” she whispers to herself, and then she turns to the bound figure up ahead.

He hears her coming, and there’s a muffled scream of rage from him as he tears at the chains holding him back. We’re not any of us an easy thing to contain, and I can sense how much he knows it, how furious and how ready to make whoever did this pay.

Beside me, I sense movement and out of the corner of my eyes, and I make out Robin and Emiya both moving, Emiya first, materializing a bow and readying a shot like I am, Robin doing the same with an arrow on his crossbow, but pivoting to keep an eye behind us, on the hall. Bases covered.

Carefully, Ritsuka takes another step, edging closer. About fifteen feet from him now in the big room. He definitely knows where she is—even blindfolded, his head moves with her and he thrashes in her direction as threateningly as he can like he is. The restraints on his legs and arms are bulky, so I can’t see his hands or feet, but the places they end on his forearms and calves are bleeding from his attempts to rip free.

“I-it’s okay,” says Ritsuka, taking another careful step over one of the taut chains, and putting her hands up calming and nonthreateningly as she proceeds moving closer. He can’t see her, but of course she still is. “It’s alright. We a-”

The spirit uses his neck to rip the chain around it back with all his might, and I realize almost too late it’s the one she’s just now carefully stepping over.

I can’t think of a way to stop it long-distance, so I bolt. The second my foot goes over the first seal though, I feel an intense amount of mana hit me, and I knew it was coming, but it’s SO much worse than I expect, and I can’t move. It’s so much. It’s agonizing, like being hit with a bolt of lightning! The hell kind of seal-! Fuck! I—can move, damn it! I will!

I can! I can. I just... It takes immense effort, but I feel my muscles starting to move. I’m gonna be way too late—I should—

Arm throbbing with pain, I drag my hand up to level a shot as the chain snaps into her leg and she yelps and pivots forward. If he has a real plan and some way to grab her, least I can shoot him first, but something closes around the back of my vest and I’m flung backwards with force onto the safe ground outside.

“Idiot!” calls Emiya irritated over his shoulder, “You don’t have the magic resistance of an Archer! Stay out there!”

He’s...right, but. Even Robin and he shouldn’t...?

How is he doing that?

It’s been less than two seconds and he’s already there. He barely even lost steam throwing me. I-I am watching him shoot to her side with such speed I could almost swear he teleported, through a bounded field. He catches Ritsuka like it’s nothing while she’s still in the air, and rights her as she yelps in surprise, then jumps and flings himself back out of range of the circle, landing just outside it far on the right side with a little wince and a grimace. I gape at him from on the ground. It did hurt then, doing that. The field—It did hit him. He just...got through? The hell kind of magic resistance you got? I know Archer’s a knight class and that gets you some, but...

This is something else. I don’t know what. I-I didn’t think any of us could move in there, once I felt it; that can’t just be magic resistance can it? But it’s something. I want to ask, but I know it’s not the time. He glances at me though, after making sure Ritsuka is fine and giving her a nod when she checks over his should to see if everything is okay and she should keep going, and I realize to my surprise I’m pretty sure he’s doing the same with me—checking in to see I’m okay. I manage a nod as well.

“You okay?” asks Robin from behind me.

“Yeah,” I answer. My gun’s been leveled the whole time, but I’m only now remembering to get to my feet again, and do, eyes on the chained spirit the whole time, “Those things always sting, but it ain’t as bad as some other recent memories.”

I kind of expect Robin to say something back, but he doesn’t, so I turn 100% of my attention to the people in the middle of the room.

“It’s okay!” tries Ritsuka again, facing the bound spirit but hesitating to move forward out there now, “Please stop fighting us! I’m not an enemy; we’re trying to help you, I swear!”

I don’t feel a change in the atmosphere at all—the spirit is still radiating anger—but he stops tearing at his bindings for a moment when she speaks and just stands there breathing hard, blindfolded eyes turned towards her and blood running down his neck and limbs.

“Thank you,” says Ritsuka, smiling and holding up a hand in thanks with the word even though he can’t see it, before moving forward again, “If you just listen, I-I can explain—I promise, we’re not here to hurt you. We aren’t with the people who locked you up. We broke in here to try and help. Everyone but me in here is another heroic spirit, and we’re all trying to help you—help all the spirits trapped in here!”

The man stays still and tilts his head slowly, considering her. Mistrustful, I think, like I was. But he’s hopeful, or desperate, too—not sure why they’d send her to lie, which is enough to make you hope.

“I-I’m gonna get a little closer now, okay?” says Ritsuka, edging towards him again, “And see if I can get any of those chains off you. The others can probably do it if I can’t, but they’re all spirits so they’re having a hard time getting past the uh—the seals.”

He tilts his head back upright and then the other way, and tracks her movement by sound as she gets closer. The guy is still breathing heavy and clearly on edge, but he lets her get close this time.

When she reaches him, Ritsuka holds her hand up. I don’t think he’s going to lash out, but I don’t trust like that—‘specially knowing the pressure he’s under firsthand—and so I keep my gun trained on his shoulder.

“I’m gonna touch you, okay? To see if I can figure out how this is fastened. P-Please don’t hit me.”

She stutters nervously on that last line, and I see just a little of the tension in the man’s shoulders loosen. Interesting. I guess that means whoever he is, he ain’t the most hardened sort, if he’s feelin’ empathy for a stranger while trapped like that.

Ritsuka moves a little to the side for a better look and touches the back of the shackle blinding him, and he flinches and pulls away a half-inch on impulse, breathing quickening for a second, then goes still again. This must be agonizing for him.

“Really is okay!” I call out in a hushed voice, even though like that he probably can’t hear me. I can’t risk drawing security, but-

Emiya side-eyes me for a second. I can’t tell if the look is annoyed or amused. Guess it don’t matter.

“Okay—it’s pretty simple. Just a little bolt again,” says Ritsuka in relief. I hear a metallic ‘click’ and then she’s pulling the metal blindfold off him, and there’s a fairly young man—maybe early 30s at a guess—looking back at her then. He’s not very bulky, and taller than me, but not tall, kinda long and shaggy green hair, and a face I don’t recognize at all with red marks all over it where the metal bit in, a few little trickles of blood runnin’ down his forehead and cheekbones from it. The most notable thing though is the expression on his face. He registers Ritsuka’s form as she lowers the blindfold and his eyes go wide. The man blinks at her a few times, then quickly looks up, clocks me and Robin and Emiya, seems relieved, and looks back questioningly at Ritsuka. Almost all of his readiness to lash out has vanished in an instant.

“Hi,” says Ritsuka, smiling at him, “I’m Ritsuka Fujimaru. Nice to meet you. Thank you for not hitting me.”

The man blinks again, and gives her a little nod. I see more of his tension ease.

“I’m really sorry this happened to you. We’re here to help—those two were stuck here too.” She pauses to point to me and Robin, and I give him a little hat tip, Robin a two-fingered wave in acknowledgement.

Our Master—I mean partner—friend? —Ritsuka, she looks down at some of the other oddly bulky shackles, and then back up at the now much more calmly waiting man. I’m trying to guess who he could be. We had letter, earring, kunai, and a pot, according to her, ‘long with my and Robin’s catalysts. He’s definitely not Asian—looks maybe...middle eastern, Semitic? Not sure though. Either way, I’m willing to bet he’s not the kunai, so that leaves broken pot, earring, and letter. None of which help much. I don’t have a good guess, and that’s only if they haven’t gotten more since Ritsuka saw catalysts anyway, but, whoever he is, he seems level-headed and decent at least, so I’m takin’ this all so far as a good sign.

“The ones on your arms and legs have real locks, so I’m not sure I can get them—I’ll have to have one of the guys shoot them off from outside the circle,” says Ritsuka, looking sorry.

I look at Robin and Emiya, because what I got’s loud; the two of them exchange looks, and Emiya sighs and turns to study the chains for a second, then summons a long, thin…arrow? and draws.

“But let me get the gag first—I think I can get that too,” says Ritsuka smiling at the man as she reaches up to do it. Much less on his guard now, he stoops for her to make it easier to reach, still watching her carefully though. Or, actually, interested more than careful, maybe, at second glance. Huh. Very level-headed man.

The gag makes a snap sound, and Ritsuka pulls it off. Relieved, the man opens his mouth and kind of rolls his jaw, trying to get the taste of it out, then straightens back up and smiles at Ritsuka. “Well thank you very much, for that and the rescue.”

Unbelievably calm. But I don’t think he’s being fake—he’s just got some kinda personality.

“Where did you come from, Miss...Fujimaru, yes?” he asks, and she nods, “How did someone as young as you end up-” he tries to gesture, immediately hits already taut chain, and winces, “-here?”

“Wrong, or, right, depending on how you look at it, place at the right time,” answers Ritsuka.

He’s definitely curious, but he just gives a nod of acknowledgement.

“Oh—before you do that,” she says to Emiya, then turns back to the man, “Uhm, you’re probably connected to the building somehow, and if we break those, you’ll run out of mana. Or. You aren’t actually that hurt,” she adds like she’s only just now really thinking about it, “But you’ll still vanish pretty fast if we sever your connection to mana, won’t you?”

“Yes and no,” says the man, clearly surprised by how much she has figured out, “You’re right they somehow altered the contracts to let the technology itself provide us with mana, and we can break the contracts physically, like you would killing a Master, by breaking the machine.”

“Why?” she asks, lost.

“They want to sell us. This makes us easily transportable, and it’s not like a mage could support one of us alone outside a ritual easily anyway,” says the man, a bit of that earlier rage and spite sinking back into his tone. He refocuses on Ritsuka and smiles again. “But I’m an Archer, so I can survive for a little bit on my own—week or two—without an anchor, since I’m not in terrible shape.”

“Another fucking Archer?” asks Robin without thinking, almost affronted disbelief in his voice and his face when I turn to look and see him gaping.

Wait.

“Oh shit, he’s right! Did they only take Archers? Why??” I ask.

“That is almost upsetting somehow,” says Emiya thoughtfully, “They didn’t summon me, but two and a half out of six of you so far is still super weird.”

“You’d think we’d be less good picks, since we can survive so long on our own. They should be grabin’ Casters or somethin’,” I agree in confusion.

“Wait, all three of you are Archers?” asks the man.

“I’m a gunner,” I say like ‘kind of’ while Robin says “Yeah,” with irritation and Emiya says, “I guess.”

“That is weird,” says the man to Ritsuka, “but I don’t think we have time to discuss it. Their security might not be perfect, but they aren’t idiots.”

She nods. “Uhm, okay. Well, in that case, I guess you don’t need to contract right now to be okay, but if you’d like to—to help you fight better or without worrying about disappearing, you can contract with me—if you want.”

His expression is one of a man hearing something that made complete sense until suddenly it made absolutely none at all. “...C. ...You? But.” He looks over at the rest of us, then back at her, “are none of the others...? -You know, outside a ritual, even a strong mage will be exhausted by that?”

“Oh, I know,” says Ritsuka quickly, nodding, “I’m not good at magic yet, and can’t do almost any spells, but my circuits are weird and apparently I have such a massive pool of mana I can support multiple heroic spirits on my own without a grail or anything!”

He stares at her like that straight up can’t compute. Blinks slowly. Looks at us.

“Yeah,” I say. She looks so proud of herself. It makes me happy! And weirdly proud too.

“It’s true,” agrees Robin, “Got no idea how many she can carry, but we’re three so far, and she hasn’t slowed down a bit.”

“Wow,” says the man, looking back at her with big eyes, “That’s quite a skill.” He considers for a moment and then smiles to himself. “Todah,” he says quietly, almost fondly, and then, “What a blessing; God never ceases to surprise. I will happily take you up on your offer Ba’al, I accept.” He gives a little, awkward and slightly painful looking bow as best he can still bound. “My true name is David, and I am an Archer. Pleased to meet you.”

“Oh,” says Ritsuka, surprised and flattered. She flushes and holds out a hand, then realizes he can’t take one the way it is. He smiles at her and bows his head forward instead, resting it against her outstretched fingers. “Uhm.” She takes a second to find her footing. “My soul becomes your will, your spirit becomes my destiny. If you hear me and agree, accept me and join, Archer.”

It’s softer than I’ve heard her say it before. Funny how many ways I’ve heard it now. Desperate, to me, afraid of losing me. Intense and pleading, to Emiya, begging for help. Kind and intent and sincere to Robin. And now here, soft and happy. I got no idea why that’s all so significant to me, but it is. I feel like I’m gonna remember it. I hope I will.

…I…

….Haven’t thought about that for a while, but now that the thought’s there, my gut sinks and my heart with it.

I might not. …So often, the Throne won’t let us remember anything from a summon once we die and get dragged back to it. God only knows how many Ritsukas I didn’t want to forget as bad as I don’t wanna forget this now, and don’t even get to know to be sad I can’t remember.

I hate that thought. ...

In the center of the room, a light flashes from Ritsuka’s hand at the point of connection, and I can feel a faint attachment of my own to David now. Try to focus on that instead. On how odd it feels to be under the same master as someone else, but not bad—just so different, in a way it’s hard to really get over.

David, he said? Right—which David? WAIT.

“David?” I ask way too fast, interrupting this beautiful moment without thinking, my mind completely blank outside of one sudden fear, “Wait, which David who’s an Archer—you’re not-?”

He looks over surprised and then gives me a kind of sheepish smile. “King David of Israel. Son of Jesse and Nitzevet, father of Solomon, my successor.”

Oh my God. Oh God; fuck—I’m so glad I didn’t shoot him.

Emiya is taking this in stride, but Robin looks at least a little something, and Ritsuka’s eyes have gone huge. “You’re a king? Wait. You’re from. -” She’s floundering, so I step in to save her.

“-King David? I—Hi, Billy the Kid; I’m so honored to meet you! I never met a Biblical-uhh-T-Torah-ical,” shit now I’m floundering worse god damn it; I was trying I—I just never seen someone from the...th-the actual religion that—I practice, before—I.

Totally nonplussed, King David shakes his head dismissively with a smile. “I know what you mean; pleased to meet you all. Please though, just call me David. My days as a King are long past, and on the Throne, I have been called to serve others again. I was a shepherd before I was a king, and I have always been the both. Think of me as just another companion, because right now, it’s who I am.”

“Whoa,” says Ritsuka, still a little pale and in awe, “Th-thank you. Okay, David. I-It’s great to meet you too. —I’m so sorry! What am I doing?! -Emiya, can you?” She glances over and sees his bow drawn, nods, and hops out of his way.

King David glances at Emiya, then holds perfectly still, and the archer draws a quick series of shots that tear through the restraints nearly simultaneously in a little shower of sparks and screeching metal. Some kinda style; don’t think I’ve ever seen someone shoot what was clearly swords just now off a bow string before. Huh. Who are you?

The chains fall away, and King David raises his arms and looks at his hands, flexes them, and takes in the bruising and lacerations on his body from trying to get free.

“I’ll try to heal you,” offers Ritsuka, stepping up to him. He glances over at her. “I’m still learning, so I’m not sure I can fix it all, but I’m sure I can help!”

He smiles and gives a nod, stoops a little and offers her his arms. She takes them in her hands, scrunches her face up and shuts her eyes, and I sense a quick, small pulse of mana. It’s amazing how much she picked up in one night. I’m kinda in awe, watchin’ the worst bruises fade, and the cuts that are still bleeding close up and start to heal. It ain’t perfect, like me, like Robin, but it’s a hell of a lot, and King David looks pleased and maybe a little impressed himself.

“Thank you, Ba’al,” says King David, “I’m good to go now.”

Ritsuka opens her eyes and beams at him. She’s sweating a little again from the effort, but it ain’t bad. She’s holdin’ up like a champ so far. “Great!” she says, “Let’s get moving, then!” She takes a step and spins right back around back to face King David. “—Oh. Can you walk out okay? Do I need to carry you?”

Kind David looks incredibly tickled by that offer, but he shakes his head. “I’ve got extremely good magic resistance, even for an Archer—I’d love to get out of this seal now though—it’s quite agonizing.” Without extra comment, he slides his hands under her armpits and lifts her up, then speed single-hops right out of the seal, like Emiya did, and sets her down gently.

“Oh—uh—thanks,” says Ritsuka, surprised but not bothered, “okay—sorry for taking so long,” she adds to us three, “Let’s get to the next one!”

Emiya gives a nod and moves to take point again, motioning us after.

“Question,” says Robin quietly as we slide out into the hall, watching King David’s surprised and little else expression as he takes in the unconscious guards, “I’m uh, really glad for you that you weren’t on death’s door like us—don’t get me wrong—but I thought that was their whole thing. Why were you just kind of...imprisoned? It’s a weird break of form. Might be significant.”

“Oh, that,” says David, “it is a break of form, but it’s not very significant, except I guess as proof they’re not exactly the most seasoned of field mages, no matter how much money, staff, and technical skill they have. They didn’t know which King they were going to get, summoning me. Just the general power of the catalyst—guess they got it not very legally, even for a catalyst. And unfortunately for them, I’m not a great candidate for death-battery-whatever they’re doing, because I died peacefully in my sleep as an old man.”

“The dream,” I say just loud enough for only Robin next to me to hear, and he shoots me a barely restrained smile.

“So then,” continues Robin, “Why keep you? Dangerous to leave one of us alive and motivated to rip shit apart.”

“Mmm,” agrees King David with a nod, “But they weren’t going to keep me. They were going to sell me, contract and all, to the highest bidder. Contacted a lot of mage groups.”

Ritsuka looks so horrified hearing that. It’s sweet, and a little sad, because Robin and I aren’t even surprised by it. It’s not really even odd; it makes sense. That’s how mages act, and that’s how we get treated.

“Any idea who or what for?” asks Robin.

“Hey,” comes Emiya’s voice in our heads, “Uh ahead. Sensing a containment field like the rest, but no guards at all this time.”

“That’s...weird,” says Ritsuka back mentally. She keeps closing her eyes to talk in her head when she starts, and it’s endearingly funny to watch. “I mean...I don’t want to jinx us, but hasn’t this all been...too easy? When I got Billy out, I had a huge explosion and the element of surprise, and no tripped alarms and a working pass, and I still barely got out. Here they’re already on high alert, and we’ve freed three heroic spirits now, and they’re not guarding the rest or checking their rooms?”

Huh. I mean, I’m not as familiar as she is with building security, but she’s right that they’ve been...weirdly placed.

“Yes,” agrees Emiya, tone firm, “it is strange. There are a lot of armed people here, and security, but even with all the luck in the world, it’s almost unbelievable they haven’t pinpointed us yet, and we haven’t hit more security. It’s like...”

“...A trap?” I ask nervously.

“...No,” says Emiya out loud as we all reach a corner and pause together, “It’s like someone’s helping us.”

“What?” says Ritsuka, taken aback.

“There’s too many people weirdly scattered for it to feel like a trap,” says Emiya, “It’s more like watching moves on a shogi board where someone is trying very hard to make sure they lose. The pieces are all here, they just keep...being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or, sure not being in the right one anyway.”

“Nobody helped you before, right?” I ask.

Ritsuka shakes her head.

Considering, King David tilts his head and lets out low ‘hmmmm,’ then says, “…There are people here right now, for me.”

“Hm?” says Robin.

“Other mage groups—their representatives. Rivals, some of them. To bid. It’s possible, not sure, but, someone might be grabbing this opportunity for a little self-serving corporate espionage.”

“God willing,” says Robin, cracking his neck again, “Love it if some selfish spineless little prick picked now to do something that helps us. Enemy of my enemy, and all.”

“That seems plausible, but since we can’t be sure, I know there’s no point saying ‘stay alert’ when we all already are, but, be ready for something to go wrong. It might,” says Emiya, and then he grimaces like ‘maybe shouldn’t have said that,’ looks at Ritsuka, and says, “it also might not. Just pays to prepare.”

She nods, and we all turn to face the hall. Emiya places his hand on the wall again and I feel a faint pulse of mana from him.

“Yup, definitely a servant up ahead. One floor up, almost directly above us. ‘Bout one room further,” says Emiya, pointing, “We can take the elevator shaft—probably less likely to draw attention than destroying the floor, and if we do have someone helping us with some corporate espionage or just a really incompetent new security staff, let’s not make it hard on them to keep going.”

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malfoysbtch · 4 years ago

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Uneasy Promises Pt 3

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Summary: It’s been months since everything happened to you and the war has now begun. You’re now faced with the possibility of what could be your future and what may happen to you and Draco.

Authors note: I hope the ending of this part was good, I struggled deciding how I wanted it to go 😭 I think I’ll do a final part four if it’s requested, I definitely have a plan for it! Thank you all for all the support I’ve gotten so far, it makes me so happy ❤️

Part One - Part Two

Panic rose in your chest as you opened your eyes; you didn’t recognize the room you were in and you couldn’t immediately remember the last thing that happened before you were unconscious. Quickly sitting up, you hissed as a sharp pain coursed through your body. Fighting through the pain, you pulled yourself out of the unfamiliar bed and walked over to the mirror, struggling to remember where you were and who’s house you were in. Whimpering, you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your bare torso in attempt to find the source of your pain. Tears immediately filled your eyes at the sight; you were covered in fresh scars and partially healed wounds, small pieces of memories flooding in at the sight of them. While you couldn’t piece the events together, you understood the aftermath was terrible.

While trying to understand what led to the abuse and torturing, you remembered how someone had found out about you and Draco. Crabbe. The name came to mind with disgust, remembering the day he approached you and continued to question you until he got the information he was looking for, even using force to get you to talk. The events after the conversation with Crabbe seemed to click together quickly and a different, a more sickening anxiety seemed fill your chest.

“Draco,” you hurried to put on your shirt and rushed, as much as you could, out of the mysterious bedroom. You didn’t consider at all what could be waiting for you on the other side, whether you were in any danger or not. All you cared about in that moment was finding Draco and making sure he was okay. You also wanted to apologize, but that wasn’t the most important thing to you in that moment. You needed to see how much more damage was done.

You seemed to be in the upstairs portion of the house, the view from a hall window was obscured by many large tree branches. There weren’t any pictures on the walls that gave away who’s house you may be in, as many were of older witches and wizards whom you did not know or recognize.

Creeping down the stairs, you tried to analyze more of the pictures; some had children, though one in particular looked vaguely familiar. The date at the bottom of the frame helped none in the understanding, as it was dated years before you were ever born. As you reached the bottom step, you struggled to stretch your neck, peering around the corner to see if anyone was near. You couldn’t see anyone, though you didn’t get a very good look due to the piercing pain you felt rush down your neck at the strained movement. Finally, you gave in and walked around the corner, looking in each of the doorways for any sign of life as you began to hear hushed voices talking down the hall.

“Draco?” you called in a shaky voice. You heard movement and a woman’s face appeared around the corner. She had bright pink hair and looked fairly young, though clearly older than you. “Wotcher, you’re finally awake! We were beginning to worry, come get something to eat,” she seemed very happy at the sight of you, her smile wide as she gestured for you to come in through the doorway.

“I’m- I’m sorry do I know you?” you stuttered, wondering if you were meant to know who this was.

“I’m Tonks, I’m an auror but I’m married to Remus, or Professor, Lupin, if you remember him from Hogwarts?” she rambled a bit, which gave you time to recover from your confusion.

“Yes, I do,” you paused, wondering if you should trust her, “food sounds great right now, actually.” She beamed at your words, leading you into the kitchen and gesturing for you to sit at the table. Lupin voiced a hello and exclaimed how happy he was to see you awake before you all fell into a brief silence as you ate. You were starving and, with encouragement, ate a good three helpings of the meal she had cooked; they continued their previous conversation while you ate, discussing Professor Snape’s plans.

When you finished eating, you finally asked the question that was eating away at you: “Can I please speak to Professor Snape?” Your heart fell as they shared a nervous look. All you wanted was to make sure your Draco was okay, that he didn’t get hurt because of you. “Please I need to make sure Draco’s okay,” you practically begged them, willing yourself to not let tears well up in your eyes. Sitting back in your chair, you ran your hands over your face and let out a breath that didn’t seem to relieve the tightness in your chest.

“Next time I see him I’ll ask, okay?” Lupin tried to ease your anxiety; you could see he felt bad for you, which made you feel even worse. You didn’t want to seem helpless or incapable and while his response didn’t make you feel much better, you let it go for the time being.

After that day, the days blended together as it took close to a month for Lupin to come back with the news he promised. Draco was okay and this knowledge allowed you the ability to breathe again. This didn’t help the monotony of the days that passed though, as you did the same thing every day since they told you that you weren’t able to leave. They worried that the Dark Lord would be after you and wanted to ensure your safety. You constantly worried about everyone close to you, especially Draco, even if they promised to inform you if anything happened to any of them.

Just as month six was dawning, everything fell apart. The house that was once safe and protected was jeopardized. Nobody knew how it was found with all of the protection spells put into place, though there was also no time to discuss the matter before it was raided, each of you having to disapparate quickly or fight.

You weren’t entirely sure how this resulted in the events that were transpiring, as within a few days you found yourself back at Hogwarts, watching as everything unfolded and trying to fight and help those on your side as much as possible. The full extent of the Dark Lord’s power had not yet set in prior to seeing the destruction and death that you were now seeing firsthand.

Looking back on the night you and Draco had, your promise to him, it all seemed almost laughable. You were both terrified and wanted to protect each other, though you both should have known at that point that it was far more than that; this was much bigger than the two of you and a promise that was exchanged in the later hours of the night years prior. You only wished it didn’t take staring death in the face to have this realization.

You also wished that you still felt that ignorant, blissful hope; the hope that this war would be a mere interruption, that after everything was over you and Draco would live happily as if nothing ever happened. That reality seemed to hit your chest in that moment also, hitting you like a brick as you watched a familiar girl from Hufflepuff get thrown into the stone wall by a Death Eater before hitting the ground, unmoving.

It wasn’t going to be that easy; Draco had been through so much trauma and you, well you had your own trauma to cope with as well. You could handle taking his on also, helping him however he needed, but would he be able to handle yours too? You didn’t even know just what he had been through, as you hadn’t had contact in months. What if he didn’t even feel that way about you after everything that had happened?

“Impedimenta!” you pointed your wand at the Death Eater that was standing over the Hufflepuff. His eyes had found you and a sickening, wicked smile took over his face. You had just barely missed him, your spell hitting the wall behind him and bouncing back at you. As he stepped aside to avoid your jinx, he sent another your way. While you ducked, he took the opportunity to grab you, stunning you when he got annoyed with your attempts to get loose.

“I think I have someone that would love to see you,” his voice was deep, though it sent chills up your spine as he half dragged you towards one of the many stairways. Your heart was beating quickly, wishing desperately for the spell to wear off so you could escape and continue helping the others fight. You knew who he was talking about, as you knew Bellatrix wasn’t one to let things go. Images of your last meeting with Bellatrix flashed across your vision, the lights from spells flying around you adding to your panic as you fought back a whimper, knowing what was coming.

You recognized the dungeons quickly, as they were once your home. “You’ve been looking for this one, haven’t you?” his gruff voice spoke finally, spinning you around to revel Bellatrix standing over a, hopefully, unconscious body. Her face stretched into an ugly, excited smile as she kicked aside the body and made her way slowly to you. “Finally come out of hiding, has she?” she looked you up and down, seeming to think over the possibilities now that she has you.

Her smile quickly turned into a sneer, a look of pure disgust taking over her features as she spoke, “You ditched Draco after everything, left him to suffer while you saved yourself.” These words felt like a knife to your chest, as someone finally voiced how you had felt for the past few months. The guilt had eaten you alive, knowing you left Draco behind when you were taken to the safe house. What you didn’t know at the time was that this was Draco’s doing; this was his way of finally protecting you from everything he knew was to come.

When Draco heard of the raid on the safe house his heart shattered, and his mind raced with all of the possibilities of what could have happened to you. What if you were dead? What if they took you and you were living that nightmare all over again? The only thing that soothed these thoughts was the arrival of an angry Yaxley, raging about the plan that failed so terribly. All of you had escaped, not even a scratch on any of you. He hardly tried to hide his relief, not caring much about what the others thought at that point.

He tried to hide in the shadows as he searched for you, not wanting to get side tracked; he had seen a glimpse of you earlier and, while he couldn’t be positive it was you, he held on strongly to the thought that he was so close to you once again. He was terrified of you getting hurt, knowing you were capable but desperately wanting to keep you safe. Heknew you had to be somewhere inside the castle, though this didn’t help much since there were a million places you could be inside the massive building. He tried to follow the direction he thought he had seen you go, knowing he was on the right track when he saw your wand lying in a hallway with an unconscious Hufflepuff lying a short distance away.

While this helped him stay on track, he knew this wasn’t a good sign and hurried to continue looking for you, all while he dodged curses flying in every direction. As he began walking down a hallway, leading in the direction of the Slytherin common rooms, he heard a familiar blood curling scream; a scream he hoped to never hear again. His head seemed to spin, his feet moving on their own as they carried him faster and faster in the direction of the scream.

Bellatrix was holding you down as you screamed terribly, Draco’s anger rising as he sees the twisted pain that took over your face, the tears streaming down your temples into your hair as you lay on the floor with a member of his family on top of you. He quickly pulled her off of you, already having stunned the Death Eater, and he barely caught a glimpse of the deep wounds carved into your skin spelling out the word ‘traitor.’

He quickly threw you your wand, her wand soaring into his hand before you had even heard him utter the spell. You were trembling, the pain not subsiding as you forced yourself up quickly and pointed your wand at the witch. You were amazed to see her wandless, feeling a sense of power for the first time in her presence. You knew you couldn’t kill her, though leaving her defenseless in a war like this was just as good as doing so. You walked over and grabbed the Death Eaters wand before grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him out of the hall and up the stairs, away from the dungeons.

He didn’t argue with you as you left them, knowing he couldn’t kill either of them either. Together you searched for a place to hide long enough to come up with a plan of action; how were you going to fight with Draco when he was supposed to be a Death Eater? They would kill him instantly. “Go hide, don’t come out until it’s over. I can handle myself,” you spoke quickly, trying desperately to keep him safe as you continued to watch those around you die. Tears were still falling down your face uncontrollably as he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“How could you ever think I would just leave you behind?” his hands cupped your cheeks, wiping away your tears while you struggled to speak.

“Because that’s what I did to you. I left you,” you shook your head in shame, refusing to look at him. You knew this wasn’t a great time to have this conversation and you couldn’t stay in one place for too long.

“I asked them to do that, Y/N. You didn’t leave me,” your eyes found his as he spoke, the new information sinking in and settling in your chest. He did all of that to make sure you were safe; he sacrificed his own safety for you. Your eyes welled with more tears, though this time they were due to the amount of love you felt for him as you pulled him down to kiss you. What was probably a few seconds felt like hours as you lost yourself in his scent, his taste, everything you missed so dearly.

Breaking apart, you willed yourself to let go of the boy so you could think more clearly. He didn’t seem to want to let this happen, though, as his hands merely moved to your waist and pulled you closer again. He pressed his forehead against yours, his warm minty breath fanning your face and tempting you for another taste. You found yourself giving in, kissing him sweetly once more before looking at him seriously, bringing him back to the current situation that was happening all around you.

“We need to figure out what we’re going to do,” you now had your hands on his chest, surveying his face as you tried to figure out what you could possibly do in this situation. You had to ensure that he would make it out alive, that was your priority. Draco’s priority, however, was simply to keep you alive and well protected. “You,” he breathed, thinking his idea through completely, “need to find Luna and Ginny, their group will have had a plan and you’ll be safe with them.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, not liking the idea of splitting up again. You were also scared that if you were seen fighting the other side, then Draco would be questioned and deemed untrustworthy. They were sure to kill him if there was any doubt in his loyalties. “They’ll see me fighting with them and question you, they already deemed me a traitor” you sighed and flashed your bleeding arm, knowing anything and everything had the possibility of ending in a negative result. You would each have to settle for risking it.

“We’ll have to separate, I’ll do what I have to do, and you just lay low and do what you can,” he seemed unsatisfied with this, but you both knew you were running out of time. Nodding, you kissed him quickly and each ran in different directions, sparing one quick glance back.

It had been hours since the two of you had separated; you had managed to find Ginny and, with her help, you managed to lay low while still helping her. You were grateful that she hadn’t asked too many questions about your appearance. You knew your eyes were puffy and red, your hair disheveled, and the blood was very obvious as it still seeped from your wound. She merely asked if you were okay and let you explain that you needed to lay low, though you still wanted to help however you could. She accepted your request and allowed you to come with her, explaining that you could basically be her back up and make sure she wouldn’t be attacked from behind.

Now you were standing in the courtyard, watching in horror as Harry lay limply in Hagrid’s arms and Draco walked forward to go to the Dark Lord. You could see the reluctancy and fear filling his face, your heart aching for him as the Dark Lord congratulated him and he made his way over to his parents. Your heart raced as you panicked, not knowing what would happen from here. You never knew how everything would unfold, but as you watched Draco walk away with his parents casting worried glances back in your direction, you knew this wasn’t what any of you imagined. What if you never saw him again? What if he left with them and never found you? What if Voldemort won and you were both stuck in a never-ending nightmare?

You hadn’t considered this before; you always thought that Voldemort would be defeated one way or another. You never considered what a nightmare the wizarding world would be if he won. With this realization sinking in your chest, you struggled to get through the crowd; everyone had begun panicking as the final fight between Harry and Voldemort began. Your anger and your passion were fueled as you thought of what the future may hold. You knew you had to fight, to do everything you possibly could to get rid of him, to have the future you wanted.

As you fought, and as you watched Draco walk down the stone pathway away from you, your heart ached. You hoped and prayed you would see him again soon; that the outcome of the war would be in your favor and that you both would be able to live safely and happily the way you had talked about on those sleepless nights that now felt so far away. These thoughts were the only thing fueling your fire while you fought with everything you had in you as your love walked away, leaving the place that would decide your future.

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seijuurouxryuu · 4 years ago

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zombies ate my neighbour (and turned into mince meat)

Title: zombies ate my neighbour (and turned into mince meat) Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: T Pairing: Hibari Kyouya/Sawada Tsunayoshi/Yamamoto Takeshi Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompts: Zombie Apocalypse AU | Accidental Kidnapping Tags/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning, Major Character Death, No Archive Warning

Day 2: Sky Day

06/05/2943

It was his birthday yesterday, the skylark who took over control of Namimori. He was interesting. His first reaction was not to hoard food, but to start a one-sided slaughter with the undead. He then ordered his men to put up fences around Namimori boarder, closing off the small town. He cleaned up the remains and burnt the undead.

Some, though, he kept caged in his compound.

AO3

13/04/2943

The sky suddenly turned red. It was not a gradual change, no, the redness came all of the sudden when the sun was still shining brightly. News was all about dooms day and judgement day and blah. Annoying.

18/04/2943

The sky remained red. Even when the sun sets, the sky was still red. No one knows why, all the scientists were scrambling to find the reasons and consequences of no night but they failed to discover something huge.

There were more rotting corpses on the street.

25/04/2943

They finally noticed; it wasn't dooms day but close. It was a zombie apocalypse, like those in the movies and fictions. Food and clean water ran low, none of the grass or trees or plants can be eaten because they had mutated. Even the animals were starting to mutate.

People were dying faster than zombies could kill them.

How ironic.

06/05/2943

Some, though, he kept caged in his compound.

07/07/2943

Hibari Kyouya. He finally cleared Namimori of zombies after almost two months. He organized food rationing, set up teams of guards for the boarder and people in charge of raiding food from nearby town. Some outsiders would find their way to the boarders and pled for entry, but Hibari accepted only those who were once from Namimori and young children or old people. The rest that are well and able were barred from entry.

It wasn't a surprise, honestly. Hibari owned and loved Namimori. He wouldn't let anyone who is not Namimori in and sabotage the peace. He was kind enough still to accept those who cannot sustain themselves in such trying times. "Those herbivores could not even fight against a tiny zombie animal, much less a zombie. I'd rather they not add to the number." He had said.

I think he was kinder than he let on.

28/07/2943

I got accepted into the youth team for zombie virus research. Hibari had established a team of researchers from a group of doctors. Their main task was to make use of the captured zombies Hibari had in his compound to find a cure--either to completely vaccinate everyone from the virus that spreads by bites or scratches from a zombie, or to reverse engineer and turn those zombies back to human. Honestly, the latter sound absurd. Even the adults said so, but Hibari was adamant that they figure out a way.

A week into the research, none of the doctors or scientists managed to find something; all these old fogies were too scared to approach the zombies even with Hibari watching close, even with them held down. Hibari almost killed them in annoyance instead if not for the fact he still needed their brains. That was why the Youth team was established. Because apparently the younger generations were braver.

More like they couldn't send those around them as cannon fodders, so they decided to push for kids being the cannon fodders. Cowards, all of them. Fucking cowards.

Hibari, of course, knew their plan but he allowed the setup of a Youth team anyway. He had said: "Whoever takes the sample can use it on their own or with their team--no sharing of samples outside of the team. You old herbivores may be smart, but if you don't suck it up anytime soon I will deal with your old bones faster than a zombie can."

In my opinion, that was the hottest shit I've ever heard in my whole life.

16/08/2943

The main researchers were all scared shitless by Hibari's threat so they finally took the samples themselves. The Youth team did too. We both use the samples separately, but every day we would gather together with the adults to discuss our findings. I honestly didn't know why Hibari allowed the Youth to participate separately because honestly, the oldest of us is only 24 and had not even graduated from university. None of us were anymore knowledgeable than one another, much less the main team researchers.

But Irie-senpai said it was because those old fogies were too stuck up in their old ideas that Hibari wanted more innovative brains to speed up the process. He also said with just those old bones, the world would have been annihilated way before they can figure out the cure.

I guess there were some truths in that.

Still, there were not much progress. Outside of Namimori, the zombie virus was still spreading. Hunters would go out and capture one or two back for us to check and to our horror, the zombie virus mutates from one person to another. It was practically impossible to find a permanent vaccine.

But we had to do it.

Otherwise Hibari would have our heads before the zombies did. That who-shall-not-be-named was an example.

31/08/2943

It was my turn to get another sample from Hibari's compound. There were around 20 that was kept, but out of the 20, 4 was permanent, and one of them was separately kept inside the house--the one no one has seen before. Even if the other 3 were rarely used to provide samples, that one particular zombie was never used.

I was curious and asked Kusakabe, Hibari's right hand, and gotten an answer that confuses me.

"That's Kyou-san's. No one else can touch."

I mean, don't all of these zombies technically belong to Hibari?

I didn't pry further though.

18/09/2943

I was collecting samples again when Hibari came back from his trip out of the boarders. He was as usual uninjured despite the blood and gore that stuck to his jacket. What surprised me was that he was carrying an unconscious boy in his arms when he walked into the compound. He was holding him tightly, yet the gentleness in his grip was not unseen. There was a clean blanket around the boy too, bundling him up into a burrito until only his head was seen--brown and fluffy.

Without even blinking, he gestured at his followers and tilted his head at yet another group of new zombies. "Take those samples today." He said lowly, as though to not wake up the unconscious boy.

I could only nod mutely as he swiftly turned and walked into the house.

... Did Hibari just kidnapped a boy from outside?

21/09/2943

We might have a new lead with the new group of zombies Hibari brought back. I can't write much though. Not because of anything but I just don't want to jinx it.

Still, who was that boy?

27/09/2943

As it turned out, the boy--or young man--was not kidnapped. He was originally from Namimori as well and was out of boarders when the apocalypse happened. He had only just managed to find a way to contact Hibari and Hibari went to fetch him. Simple as that.

Was what he said.

It didn't look simple to me. Sawada--that guy--told me that he and Hibari used to be from the same school and Hibari had helped him a lot of times. They were friends, he said. I think their relationship is more than that, but with how convinced Sawada was, I didn't tell him my conjecture. Not that I could anyway with how Hibari stared daggers at me when I chatted with Sawada.

How did I meet him?

Well, as it turned out, the breakthrough we had the other day was a success, so Irie-senpai brought me and a few others to Hibari. Oh, Irie-senpai was their friends too, apparently, so he wasn't surprised seeing Sawada.

After the discussion and greenlight from Hibari to proceed with the rest of the research, Sawada and Irie-senpai started chatting. Somehow, Irie-senpai introduced me and the other Youth members to him, and somehow, Sawada started chatting with me more.

I think he was bored with Hibari's constant silence.

I merely listened though as he and Irie-senpai recounted their past.

"Look, I didn't plan to go out of Namimori at that time. If it weren't for my uncle's insistence that I go visit him I'd rather stay here and possibly get bitten to death by a zombie." Sawada said. I don't think he was bored with Hibari's silence at all now.

Irie-senpai laughed. "By a zombie, or him?"

Sawada flushed red. How interesting...

"Shut up, Shoichi."

Hibari looked smug at the back.

10/10/2944

It took us more than a year, but we succeeded in creating the cure, much to the main research team's anger. We did share the findings with them, but those stuck-up old cows were adamant that what we did and the direction we were looking at was wrong. Now that we created the solution, they couldn't speak anymore.

Our next stage was testing; Irie-senpai said we have to try on the old zombies Hibari has, but unfortunately most of them disintegrated a few months before. Those that are still 'alive' were the 4 that Hibari kept properly.

Hibari did not approve the testing on them and argued a long time with Irie-senpai.

While they were having a sort of 'shouting' contest in the courtyard--honestly, I think Hibari did not bite Irie-senpai to death solely because he was the leading the research--I was having tea with Sawada.

Sawada didn't even look exasperated by their argument. Curious, I couldn't help but ask: "Why wouldn't Hibari-san allow us to test on those zombies?"

Sawada was dazed by the question. He suddenly looked down and smiled sadly. "Well.... Those four are our... Friends. Family. We... Well, the thing is, Hibari and I all hope for a cure to return them back to normal. They didn't exactly die, you know? They were bitten while alive, which suggest that they are still alive. We can feel that they're alive too, in fact, which is why... Hibari and I are waiting for the day to see them come back. Especially..." His eyes dimmed as he peered over to one particular zombie--the one Hibari kept carefully the most.

He quickly shook his head and continued, "I think Shoichi don't even want to test on them, but he had no choice because the newest batch of zombies might have yet another mutation that renders the whole thing useless. Only with the old batch he could tell whether we're all on the exact right track... But none of us wanted to test on them when everything is so uncertain now, especially during the preliminary testing where we don't even know the side effects..."

I seemed to have pieced something together.

I said nothing and quietly nodded.

23/02/2945

As it turned out, mutation rendered the whole thing unsuccessful, yes. But from the old zombies--not Hibari's four--we somehow managed to find, we were all on the right track. But now, we have to tackle the mutation and make a protein that can target the unchanging amino acids of made from the virus. It's all complicated stuff; I'd probably write a whole book about it if I do so I'll spare you, and my hands, from the details.

Interestingly, Sawada liked to chat with me whenever I go to Hibari's place for either more samples or discussion with Irie-senpai. I don't know why, maybe because I looked approachable? Who knows? Anyways, from him, I finally got to know who exactly the four zombies were.

The smallest zombie was Chrome Dokuro, Sawada's adopted sister when she was abandoned by her parents from a car accident. She died in the hospital when the zombie outbreak happened, and Sawada was actually relieved that she turned into a zombie at that time because she was going to die soon from multiple organ failures. He said that once she was cured from the virus, he was going to transplant all the organs he found for her--that was the reason why he left Namimori back then to find his uncle. I suspected that he has connection with the Yakuza or black market, but that was beside the point.

The next one was Sasagawa Ryohei. I knew him too--the brother of Sasagawa Kyouko. She is alive of course, just working in the food rationing team (She and Miura Haru were very scary if you jump queue during food distribution). Apparently, she was Sawada's schoolmate as well, and friend. The more you know. Anyways, Sasagawa Ryohei was Hibari's classmate at one point, and he had taught Sawada boxing once. They became friends after even though Sawada failed terribly at boxing--what he said.

The third one was Gokudera Hayato. He was actually not from Namimori, but he was Sawada's childhood friend. He was a half-Italian who lived in Italy. He had transferred to Namimori Middle School years back because he was fed up with his family (TMI much, Sawada?) and wanted to be closer to Sawada, so he came with Sawada's uncle, who was by the name of Reborn. (I've met him ONE (1) time and I would NOT want to again.) He was bitten by a zombie when he was trying to protect Sawada's adoptive brother and sister (just how many siblings does Sawada have?) and got turned. Hibari brought him back before he bit anyone else and locked him up along with Sasagawa and Chrome.

The last one, and probably the most cherished by Hibari (Sawada cherished all four of them but even I could tell he was saddest when facing this one), was Yamamoto Takeshi. I was surprised, because he was our resident baseball star. Before the apocalypse happened, he was the talk of the town because he was offered into the national baseball team. Sawada said Yamamoto was his childhood friend as well--and apparently Hibari's too--and he was bitten by his father Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, who changed while trying to protect him. Tsuyoshi-san unfortunately was killed and burned by a stranger who tried to help Yamamoto, who did not want to attack his father.

Hibari had almost killed that stranger for burning Tsuyoshi-san if it were not for the fact the stranger had tried to save Yamamoto. But still, Yamamoto was bitten and had turned into a zombie. All Hibari could do was bring him back and cage him up just like how he did with the other three.

Sawada looked very sorrowful when he retold everything.

All I could do is pat his shoulders and console him that the research teams are trying our very best to help.

And I am, trying my very best. I want to see them smile, honestly.

16/01/2947

Sorry, I hadn't had any time to write. It has been... 2 years, huh, since my last entry. I was far too busy--everyone was.

The sky had darkened further in red, the rain started coming down red, even the sun and moon turned red. Everyone could tell that the zombie apocalypse is worsening. Us research teams were even more aware.

After we found the cure, we immediately started tackling all and every mutation. We finally pinpointed a particular protein made by the virus RNA that is present in every mutation; it was the protein that changed the structure of a human's cells into 'undead' dead cells. It's like, some microorganisms can't survive in very cold temperature and would lay dormant but once the temperature rises it would wake up and start working.

Those 'undead' dead cells are the same. In this zombie stage, they are like those frozen microorganisms. Irie-senpai said if we can kill or render the protein unusable, we might be able to revert those cells back to living cells. The zombies can then be reverted back to humans.

First ten testing did not work. The eleventh test, the zombie's cells turned to normal cells but it remained in coma. The twentieth test, the zombie woke up as human once again.

After two hundred tests and a year of observation, we finally confirmed that it is successful.

The first person who received the cure serum was Yamamoto Takeshi.

He woke up 10 days after the jab and I saw Hibari cry silently at the side while Sawada grabbed Yamamoto sobbing.

They both smiled.

05/05/2950

We spread our findings and information worldwide--now no one is killing zombies but capturing them to be taken back to the lab for revival. In another 2 years’ time, I doubt there'll be anymore two legged zombies.

The sky was still red, everything was still red, but the progression of the redness seemed to have stopped three years ago. It was good news. Now, everyone is targeting how to reverse engineer the mutations of nature. It was the hardest part, but it was alright, I believe that we can manage it.

After all, did we not succeeded in bringing back humanity?

Cough. Let's not talk about this.

It's Hibari's birthday. He had wanted a quiet birthday with Yamamoto and Sawada, apparently, but both of them wouldn't let him have it and organized a party with everyone they know. They even invited me under the reason that I've helped them so much all these years. I wonder if they truly thought so, and not because they wanted someone sane to watch over them?

So, it was a party. A wild one. One that would end with Hibari biting everyone to death, but he didn't. I guess he missed the chaos during the silence he lived in when the apocalypse started. He tolerated all of us.

The highlight of the party was probably this:

Yamamoto actually proposed to the both of them. Sawada broke down crying while Hibari.exe actually broke. Hibari had frozen in spot for so long everyone suspected his soul had ran away. Until, of course, Yamamoto pulled him into a long kiss that ended up being a three way make-out with everyone whistling and jeering.

"Get a room!" I seconded that notion, Gokudera.

They didn't actually get a room of course; the party must go on with the protagonists. But it was a great party. Everyone was so happy.

I feel so happy for them.

Well, I'm very tired now after hauling all the drunks back home, so I'm going to pen off. I'm not sure when I'll write again, but yeah, see you soon.

Signing off,

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A/N: A SPECIAL THANKS TO KHR RAREPAIR DISCORD PEEPS FOR THE TITLE thenkew morcai senpai :3 <3

Hehehehhehehhe I loved writing this day entry the most. Maybe because its easier for me to write??

I'm finally free from the clutches of studying!!!!!!!!!!! Can finally post and write stuffs hngh.

Hope yall had fun with reading this!

[I apologize for any grammar, spelling, etc. etc. mistakes]

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northcarolinanative · 4 years ago

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𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 / 𝙲𝚑 𝟷𝟼

Chapter 16: A Sliver of Hope?

Description: John B’s Sister comes home from staying with their mom, only to find out that her brother is missing and her dad was murdered. JJ may have just lost his best friend. Her and JJ have to figure out what to do and how to pick up the pieces.

A/N: Hey guys, I have no idea if this chapter has literally any accuracy to how things like this work, but here it is. Enjoy. I might not be super active in the next few days because I have a lot going on, but I had this done and wanted to get it out:) As always my asks/messages/requests are always open:)

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“Actually, we might have.” As the words left Pope's mouth I could feel the smile take over me. I pulled JJ in closer to my chest. Looking over at his face he was smiling just as wide.

“Well go on!” Kie said patting Pope on the shoulder before looking over his shoulder.

“Okay, Okay.” He laughed before pointing to the screen and redirecting our attention back to it. “Here is what they call a passenger log.” He said pointing to the list. He hovered over the ship's code and clicked. “This right here is the ship that made the weird turn,” He pointed to the column in the middle of the screen. “Here.” He tapped it twice.”Says that there were 8 people on board when they left port in Delaware.” He used two fingers on the trackpad of the laptop to scroll down the screen. It was moving painstakingly slow. Then reached up to point at the second number. As his finger fell right below it. I read the number. My breath left me as I felt a familiar wave of hope wash over my body. “10” Pope said with a smile.

I jumped back from JJ with a smile on my face as he stood up and turned to face me. “Pope you are a genius!” I was practically yelling. I was literally bouncing on the balls of my feet.

“Holy shit,” Kiara said, turning Pope to pull him into a hug. JJ was standing in front of me, his smile was one that I missed seeing. He looked so purely happy, for the first time since we found the ship’s code that night. We locked eyes and I couldn’t look away. The look of absolute hope in JJ’s eyes was enough for me to reach forward, putting both my hands on either side of his face, bringing us closer together.

I felt JJ’s arms wrapped around my middle as he picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he spun me around. I dropped my head to whisper in his ear, “I am so fucking proud of you right now.” As he set me back down, it was almost as if I was getting grounded again. The feeling was so overwhelming and heavy, but I was so happy.

I hadn’t even noticed how emotional the whole deal had made me. “No need to cry baby” JJ chucked the name once again rolling off his tongue without a second thought. He moved one of his hands to cup my face, wiping the tears from my face. I laughed, looking down at his now slightly wet hand, a small laugh escaped my lips as I pulled JJ back into a hug.

“They’re alive JJ like there is tangible proof that they are.” I stood back from him. I raised my voice so that the other two could hear me. “We did that. We found them.” I said throwing my arm around Kie and pulling her into a hug with me.

“What do we do now though?” Kie asked as she pulled away from the hug.

I felt my face contort back into one of confusion and worry. She was right, what are we going to do. I found my seat back on the other side of the picnic table. JJ followed my movements, once again sliding in beside me. “Well, we’re gonna go to the Bahamas,” JJ said in a joking manner, causing Kie to scoff at him. I wrapped my arm through JJ’s and leaning my head on his shoulder. I felt him rest his head against mine. The worry in the pit my stomach was now joined by an array of butterflies at his small action.

I looked at Kie who had a knowing smile on her face. Then followed her glance to Pope, who was typing on the computer at a feverish pace. I watched as Kie knitted her eyebrows together and leaned closer to look at his screen.

“You look tired,” JJ said, looking down at me. I didn’t miss how close his face was, as I could feel his warm breath. Even in the sweltering late July heat, I didn’t mind how close we were, even if JJ was like a human heater.

“Just what every girl wants to hear” I said chuckling with him.

“No, no” he stuttered. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy. You got up early this morning, don’t think I didn’t catch you going over the maps before the sun was even up.” He laughed

“And you didn’t help me?” I said, feigning offense. We kept our voices low, as Kie and Pope we’re focusing on the computer screen in front of them.

“Bro I was tired.” He laughed, but I didn’t.

“Where’d you go last night anyway. After..” I trailed off but he knew what I meant.

“Just to the beach, I walked for a little bit.” He said with a soft smile. “I wasn’t gone for long, but when I came back you were asleep, so I just hung out and cleaned up the pogue.” Something about his words didn’t convince me but I let it slide, just softly nodding my head.

I shifted my focus back to the pair in front of us. I left my exhaustion to get the better of me and laid my head back against JJ’s shoulder, I kept my arm laced through his, but this time he reached to place his hand on my thigh, slightly pulling me closer to him. “So what are you coming up with over there, not gonna let you work on this alone” I stated, causing Pope to look up from the screen for a moment.

“Yea, Okay, so I found the company's number and it’s a long shot, but I’m gonna ask them if I can speak to the captain of the ship? Or a crew member?” Pope said reaching through his bag till he pulled out his cell phone.

“What exactly are you gonna do though? Like if they ask you why?” JJ piped in causing Pope to groan.

“He’s got a point,” Kie laughed.

“School interview?” I said with a question. “That’s how we got the maps?”

“I don’t know Y/N, they might just ask to answer my questions.”

“Tell them you noticed a specific wave pattern that day or some shit, and wanted to know how they combatted the storm?” JJ said growing slightly impatient. “Just call em man”

Pope gave him a side-eye before unlocking his phone and starting to dial the numbers with a beep, I heard the phone turn to speaker mode. Kie reached for my notebook, reached across the table, and handed her a pen. She sat in front of her on the table, so she could write if needed. As the dial tone rang quietly at our table I reached to grab JJ’s hand under the table. His grip was tight, even if he wasn’t showing it, he was worried, just like me, that it would be a dead end.

“Transatlantic Liners, this is Denise speaking, How may I help you?” The lady over the phone’s voice ringing through the air made all of us tense up immediately. The only thing helping me stay grounded was the small movement of JJ’s thumb across the back of my hand.

“Uh yes ma’am. I am a reporter for Kildare County… Uh. SmytHS.” Pope made a noise resembling that of a phone static, rather convincingly, before continuing with his statements. “We see here that you had a freight liner come through the morning after the tropical depression that hit our North Carolina Coast. We were wondering if we could talk to the captain or one of the crew members for an interview?” Pope finished his sentences finally, his fake, over-exaggerated, southern accent making his words hang in the air for longer than they normally would.

“Was the accent necessary?” JJ giggled quietly beside me, making me smile.

“Ah yes, Did you know which ship you had in question?” Denise spoke, before a bit of rustling was heard. JJ made a typical yes, fist bump with Kie, as she pointed to the ship number on the paper in front of them.

“Uh, Yes Ma’am, code 45759.” He said, a smile prominent on his face. I started to feel the familiar rush of adrenaline. This was going unbelievably well.

“Oh okay, Captain Larry Jones and Jim Steinman, were on the ship that day. Looks like they’ll have a good story to report, turns out they came across something, but I’ll let Jim tell you about that.”

Kie was writing down the names of the men as fast as the woman on the other side of the phone was speaking. My heart rate was skyrocketing at this point, but it also felt like the world was standing still. I was staring intently at Pope as he feigned a laugh before muttering a quick “Thank you.”

“I’ll just transfer you to Jim, might take a bit, he’s a popular man these days.” I could hear her laugh and some rustling again before the line went dead. The air was now full of a monotoned beeping noise as we all waited for Jim to pick up his line. Kie glanced up at me and JJ, a huge smile on her face as she tapped the end of the pen against the pad of paper in front of her. No one dared to speak for fear of jinxing this moment. The longer the beeping continued the more nervous we all became. JJ began to bounce his leg up and down in an attempt to focus his energy somewhere. I used my other hand to cover his, now holding his hand between the two of mine in my lap. JJ sent a soft, blushed smile my way before we heard a sharp click on the other end of the phone. “This is Jim, What can I do for ya?” The man’s voice was sharp, but he spoke slowly. He didn’t sound too old, but rather tired.

“Hey, yes sir,” Pope began, eyes wide, looking at the rest of us expectantly. We all shrugged and shook our heads. Kie whispered something about the ‘interview and Pope finally began talking again. “I had a few questions about your ride through the Atlantic last week, we had a tropical depression here in the Outer Banks, wondering how you dealt with that?” He paused to take a drink before continuing. “On our map here we saw that you made a rather out of place turn outside of Kildare Island, any reason for that?” Pope finished with the question, but the man on the other line was quick to start talking.

“Oh, yea! Let me tell you, that was the most interesting ride I’ve been on in a long time fella.” He spoke, obviously trying to recount the events for us.

“Do you mind giving us some details?” Pope questioned further.

“We were out on the water, we’d held back because of the storm, but crossed into the state early that morning. When we were about halfway down the coast we saw a reflector from the water. It didn’t look like much but, we headed that way anyway. Found a shipwreck.”

The man stopped talking and there was a rustle before he continued. “We found two kids out there, in the middle of the sea. I have no idea how the hell they survived that storm in that rickety old boat they had.” The man paused to laugh, causing JJ to scowl at the man's words.

“She was a great boat” He whispered, causing both me and Kie to laugh. We were all smiling from ear to ear as we listened to the man recount his travels with John B and Sarah, who were alive.

“And they came all the way to Port with you, in Nassau?” Pope questioned.

“Yes. Yes. They were awfully excited when I told them they had booked a free ride to the Bahamas.” He chuckled again. “I haven’t seen ‘em since, but they were in a hurry, they asked me what direction Cameron’s Airstrip was in. Blew me away honestly, Mr.Cameron’s got business dealings everywhere.” The man paused for a minute. We all looked at each other, silently questioning how he knew about the Camerons. “Not that you all know what I’m talking about. Did you have any further questions?”

“No. No. I think that covers it. Thank you so much for your time.” Pope said, the fake smile in his voice evident.

“No problem son, send us a copy of that article you’re gonna write, alright?” Jim said.

“Of course, sir.” Pope hung up the phone, as we all let out a sigh of relief as he set the phone down, then let his head fall in his hands. Kie was quick to move her hand to rub his back.

“So why the hell were they trying to go to Ward’s airstrip?” Kie asked.

“Isn't it obvious?” Pope said, his head snapping up to look between us. We all wore a confused expression. Our silence begged him to continue. “Cameron’s plane took off with the gold in it?” He drugs his words out slowly, trying to get us to understand.

Then it clicked. “He was sending the gold to the Bahamas,” I said with a smile, turning to face JJ whose smile was growing to match mine.

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jjba-hell · 4 years ago

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Fate and Fortune

Part 15!

Here’s part 14- but you can catch the rest of the story in the fate and fortune tag!

Moots: welcome to the weekend @fyre23 and @risottoneroo

“It’s quite a sight, isn’t it?” She mused at Jotaro as they gazed out at the underwater scene passing them by.

Those aquamarine eyes stared with a hidden fascination that she had to admire herself- the harsh outer corners of his eyes softening just enough to not look angry for once.

“What were your study plans post- graduation?”

She couldn’t help but scoff- she jumped through hoops for her benefactor currently on the phone with his wife who turned out to be somewhat of a crouching moron, hidden badass. Her grades allowed her to probably do what she wanted but she was honestly clueless- perhaps she’d join the science scene JUST to piss off the men that told her she couldn’t. And maybe devise more of a theory on stand fever but she’d never dare bring that last one up in conversation. “If I’m being spiteful- science. If I walk out of this-“

“When.”

Her gaze moved up to meet his gaze- his eyes very sternly looking down at her. “WHEN we walk out of this and I’ve had my revenge and I mellow out I’ll probably go do something like physical therapy or something.”

The corners Jotaro’s mouth twitched up slightly. “Why?”

“Because I want to be able to stretch out my previously torn Achilles’ tendons on my own- what can I say?” She laughed at her own answer but was quickly shushed by Avdol holding a finger to his lips behind them.

Vera nodded in acknowledgement and moved over to pester Kakyoin by leaning over his shoulder as he knelt down at the fridge. “Hello Vera.” She handed her a Cola which was enough incentive for her to move along to sit beside Polnareff.

She listened intently to the conversation- trying to scrap together how Holly was doing in Japan. Turning to Avdol she whispered the question- “Was I also sick for 50 days?”

He only shook his head as Mr Joestar hung up the phone and sat down at the table. “Don’t you think it would have been better for Holy to have had someone who survived the fever at her side?”

Polnareff posed the question but she had to turn up the sarcasm. “Geez Polnareff, if you didn’t want me on the journey with you guys you could have just said so- learn to PROPERLY use a medical kit and all.”

He turned blood red to his collarbones in embarrassment- “I didn’t mean it like that at all- I just-“

“She’s pulling your leg, Polnareff.” Avdol interjected as he folded his arms in front of him. “Besides- stand fevers can vary but Vera’s was probably the shortest but most intense I had seen in many years.”

“Oh? Care to share?” She propped her head on her folded hands and her elbows on the table. “I have very little memory of the whole ordeal.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “None?”

“I mean I recall feeling I was burning alive but that’s old news.”

Avdol’s eyes often turned very dark when he was reminiscing in dark memories- she speculated he was not thinking of the emotions tied to the memories. A PTSD trick perhaps?

“Vera, you were in and out of consciousness for 3 weeks without reprieve. When your heartbeat and breathing became week I caved and dipped you ice baths in an attempt to cool down the fever long enough for your body to heal- head and all. I would however sometimes find you out of bed gasping for- well usually- water, other times you made it just to the bathroom to stick your head under the water. You remember none of it?”

“Avdol, I recall you explaining what was going on with me once and then when I got out of the fever.”

“So you don’t recall sitting up and drinking the juiced food only for you to vomit it up an hour later?”

Her jaw dropped in shock. “I most certainly don’t.”

He shook his head and that dark look in his eyes eased off. “It wasn’t pretty.”

She sat back and crossed her legs- sighing to herself. “No fever for you Jotaro? I know the rest of you were born stand users.”

He only shrugged. “How about you, Mr Joestar? Or was the... Hamon... did I say that right? Enough to keep the symptoms mild?”

“I’m afraid not.” He chuckled- still seeming to be worrying about his daughter.

“I do think your case was strange in the sense that you were hit at a time I suppose that made your resolve weak- the trauma of what Dio had done... I suppose you were convinced that your life was essentially over.”

“Well I pulled through, didn’t I? Or is this just an illusion while I’m still in the stand fever?”

It had at least gotten a laugh from the others before, of course, that jinx on the beach had caught up to her and Mr Joestar’s coffee cup erupted into a stand.

Fortune jumped out to grab the dismantled prosthetic fingers from digging into Mr Joestar’s neck. Sadly, she was too slow to catch the stand itself, though.

“Man, one trip- we couldn’t bring one trip to completion?”

“It’s Midler- the High Priestess.”

She looked back at Avdol as the all backed away from the dials. “Figured out by elimination? Or because you’ve heard of her?”

“Both?” He shrugged. But she didn’t have time to banter now. “Polnareff, may I use you for a bet?”

“Uhhh right now?”

“Yeah- I bet you can guess which dial the stand is. First guess will be the right guess.”

He seemed to click as Fortune’s dials turned and immediately brought Chariot out to let his guess do the work.

They had only gotten one hit in- which was what caused the fucking flooding to start. Their next attempt proved that Midler had learned her lesson- using that speed to steel her stand for impact. “Shit. Anyone else wanna take a swing at it?”

In the confusion they hadn’t noticed the busted surfacing machinery and with an abrupt crash the submarine had met the reef.

“Well- now’s good a time as ever to jump ship, yeah?” Vera had phased into the next room- almost on what felt like instinct which was strange, she only noted as she could hear the others having problems with the door. Did Fortune...? Was that...?

She shook her head and went ahead- to separate the gear Mr Joestar was thankfully insistent on.

They had eventually reached the room she was waiting in but when she saw Jotaro’s hands smearing blood she had to stop herself from panicking- simply sending Fortune to heal him without another word.

Vera got into the equipment- letting Mr Joestar start explaining to the others how they’ll be surfacing while she clicked in and adjusted the straps he couldn’t with one hand.

“I had the perfect hand signal.” Polnareff complained just as she moved back to Avdol- trying to make out if the High Priestess was still advancing on them but the handshake Polnareff and Kakyoin did at one another in unison had Vera question if it really was the redhead she’d been with the whole trip that was budding forearms with Polnareff as they waited for the water to fill the chamber.

“Where did you learn to scuba dive anyway?” Mr Joestar was the one to ask this time. “Oh, an expedition to Greece I had as a field trip about a year ago? You don’t recall paying? I mean I practiced at a facility in Brittain but it was an archeological dive they let me accompany.”

“You can dive at that age?” Kakyoin was the one asking this time. The water had reached just below her chest by now.

“Of course not unsupervised but enough.”

They dipped their heads under the water and as soon as Mr Joestar opened the door out, Polnareff’s regulator proved a problem. It was hard to do but for just a moment Fortune made him cough- the force being just enough to keep the stupid little stand out of his throat so Hierophant and Hermit purple could catch her and yank him out of his mouth.

Vera let Polnareff handle the battle against the harpoon before shutting the door behind him and offering him a breath from her regulator. They gave the okay sign once more before swimming ahead.

30 meters felt like nothing but of course just a measly seven meters the seabed opened its mouth and swallowed them completely. As the usual villains do, she went on a spiel about her greatness and then turned her attention to Jotaro. While she did and while Polnareff was helping him entertain the idea- she simply phased herself out to beside the face where she’d hopefully not be spotted. The face flowed red and seemingly... giggled as she got closer to the surface- the giddiness of being home being a thought that fueled her higher to the surface until the water was illuminated by the sun.

She let go of her tank, goggles and regulator- clipping it off and letting it sink so she was in her own sopping wet clothes. She dipped her head up out of the water- feeling the fresh air hit her face as she watched Midler pace around on the beach. Freaking out about their false flattery like an angry woman on the phone.

“Wait a minute... where’s the girl?”

She was about to call for all her attention with a bold entrance but she soon started to see Midler’s own teeth shatter in her mouth. Vera tiredly lugged herself closer to watch the carnage- sitting down on the rock nearby, only making eye contact with the frantic Midler once before she got knocked down and out.

“What was all that strength you were talking about again?”

Midler narrowed her eyes at her before covering her mouth in pain. The others soon showed up and with a relived sigh Vera took a good look at what she could only describe as a feeling of home. The sun had just started to rise in the east and the sight was one she’d hope to remember until her dying days.

“Welcome home, Vera.”

“Home indeed. Now- we can finally put the fucking sea behind us!”

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ayma-nidiot · 4 years ago

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“Don’t Speak Their Names”- Shrimpshipping fic Chapter 12

This chapter on AO3 can be found here.

Chapter 12 - Parental Lecture

“We sure have been finding ourselves here a lot, haven’t we?” Rex spoke as he sipped on decaf coffee.

“Should you even be drinking that, dino brain?”

“What do you mean?” Dr. Saurus asked.

That’s none of your- Rex wouldn’t have to complete his thought, as the “Dweeb Patrol” all came in at once.

“Ugh, you just jinxed it,” Amber whined.

“Hey, the pretty lady’s back!”

Duke chuckled, that was until Joey stepped on his foot. “Don’t you ever learn?” Joey talked to Amber more amiably. “I’m sorry, Amber. Please don’t leave.”

“...” Amber looked away from this group that joined her.

“Long time, no see.”

Rex couldn’t look at Mai when she spoke to him, not after remembering what her last words to him were. “Y-Yeah.”

“I haven’t been seeing you around lately,” Joey noted. “What have you been up to?”

“Oh, uh…” Rex wasn’t ready to let his “friends” know about his… condition. “You know, just dueling!”

“Very quietly, apparently,” spoke Tristan. “There was a tournament just last month in Domino City. I was surprised that neither you nor Weevil entered. Even though Amber won it fairly easily.”

“Hah, hah, hah…”

Joey could tell that Rex was running out of excuses. “Rex, you can tell us. What is the real reason you were AWOL?”

Luckily - or rather, not so luckily - an extremely angry phone call from Ptera would answer that question. “Rex Raptor! Where are you, young man?”

“I’m just at the café with friends. What’s the big deal?”

Ptera’s voice was so loud that everyone at the table could hear her, even without speaker. “For goodness’ sake, Rex, you’re pregnant! You need to rest! Come back here right now!”

“Sigh… Yes, Mom.”

When Rex hung up his phone, an awkward silence lingered in the air. Joey was the first one to break that silence. “What on Earth was that about?”

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.” Rex arose from the table slowly and showed everyone his baby bump.

“It can’t be… But how?” Tristan asked.

“Hmm, how can I simplify it for you dweebs? I had sex with this guy ,” Rex pointed to Weevil, “and thanks to the fact that I magically have a uterus, I am now four months pregnant. And if you’re wondering where I was, I was puking my guts out so badly that I had to be in the hospital for the past two months.

“I’m sorry, Rex…” Mai apologized. “It’s all my fault. If I didn’t give you that sex advice, you wouldn’t be this way.”

“Oh no, don’t worry your pretty head about it.” Rex patted his baby bump. “Truth be told, I can’t wait to be a fa- er, mother. Or whatever you want to call me.”

“And I’m sure you can’t wait to face your Mom’s wrath,” Weevil spoke as he checked the notification on his phone; it was a text from Roach. “I know I can’t wait to talk to Father when I get home.”

“Then I guess this is goodbye for now,” spoke Joey as Rex and Weevil laid some money on the table. “Let me know when your baby shower is so I can get your bundle of joy a little something.”

“Y-You got it, man…” After he parted with Weevil with a kiss, Rex began his way back home. “A baby shower, huh? I’ve got a lot more to plan for than I thought.”

While Ptera read the Riot Act to her son, Weevil was about to receive his own parental lecture. He stalled for as long as he could get away with before actually walking in the direction of his house. He ignored the greetings of Adelaide and all the other maids and butlers, and

headed straight for Roach’s office. “...Father.”

“...Son.” After noticing that Weevil wouldn’t sit down, Roach continued, “You have a lot of audacity to be heading to town so often when you couldn’t even earn the top spot at high school.”

“...” Weevil glared at his father without saying a word.

“Don’t look at me like that! You have a lot to make up for! If you want me to accept you as my son, then you need to study so you can graduate from college magna cum laude!”

“...Who said that I wanted - or needed - your approval?” Weevil began to talk back for the first time.

“Excuse me?”

“All you ever do is treat me like I’m some perfect little plaything! At least Rex treats me like a human being. Actually, he treats me as more than that. He’s the one person I adore more than anything else in the world. And now that he bears my child, I have all the more reason to be with him.”

“What… did… you… just… say?”

“That’s right! Rex Raptor, that poor kid you hate so much, is pregnant with your grandchild!”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?”

“What?”

“So you think you’re normal, huh? That you can marry another man and have kids with him like you’re not an abomination?”

“Father!”

Roach sharply arose from his seat. “Get out of my house right now, you faggot! You are no son of mine!”

“I’ve actually been waiting for this day for a long time.” Weevil smirked. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve already packed as much money and as many of my belongings as I could into one bag. So yeah, I’ll get out of your house right now, Roach. ”

Before Roach could say, “stop this instant,” Weevil had already raced for his now-old room, and began wheeling his giant suitcase out of the house. He had made it about halfway to Rex’s house when he realized he was being followed. Knowing immediately who it was, Weevil stopped in his tracks. “Adelaide, you bloody fool. You didn’t have to run away too.”

“I couldn’t bear to work for that snake anymore.” Adelaide had only a small handbag with a few clothes, a cheap phone, her Duel Disk, and ¥10000. “But more than that, I couldn’t bear to see him torture you so, Master Weevil.”

“Adelaide…” Weevil’s voice shook. “You’ve already taught me how to duel, and have taken care of me when Roach would not… Honestly, you’re doing too much.”

“I’d say I’m not doing enough. Ever since I moved into the Underwood household, you’re the only one who’s treated me with kindness… The only one whom I could call a friend.”

��S-Stop!” Weevil had begun to cry, even as his trusted maid hugged him. “You’re making me all sappy!”

“There is only one problem… Where will we go now?”

“I know just the place.”

_______

Rex looked up at the door when he heard a knock on it, but did not get up from his comfy supine position on the living room couch. “Mom, can you get that? I’m too busy studying and being pregnant on the couch.”

“Oh, so now you acknowledge you need rest.” Ptera’s smile dropped when she saw Weevil and Adelaide at her door. “Weevil!”

“Weevil? He’s here?” Now Rex wanted to get up, and he urged his boyfriend in the house. “Baby, what are you doing here? And with a big-ass suitcase, no less?”

“I’m not on speaking terms with Roach anymore. If it wasn’t obvious already, I’ve run away from home. I want to live here with you.”

Tricera came to the living room to see what all the commotion was about. “Weevil, honey, you’re more than welcome to stay here. We’ll even get you a job at the restaurant, if you want.”

“Thank you. I’ll probably take you up on that offer.”

Adelaide was still very confused about the situation, and felt left out. “Master Weevil, I can take your suitcase to your new room, if you would like.”

“Oh? And who might you be?” Rex asked.

“This is my maid and friend, Adelaide Windsor,” Weevil answered. “Adelaide, this is my boyfriend, Rex Raptor, who is also the mother of my unborn child. These two amazing ladies are his parents, Ptera and Tricera Raptor.”

Adelaide stared at these strangers absentmindedly before speaking. “I-I’m sorry! It’s just, I’ve never met people like you before. But if you have been kind to Master Weevil all these years, then you’re friends of mine.”

“Huh.” This new resident of the Raptor household piqued Rex’s interest. “I don’t suppose you know how to duel?”

In response, Adelaide took out her Duel Disk, and for a split second her demeanour did a complete 180º. “Young man, I’ve been dueling for almost as long as you’ve been alive. In fact, it was I that taught Master Weevil how to duel.”

“Sweet! I’ll show you what my duelin’ dinos are made of!””

“The only thing you’ll be showing anyone is how smart you are.” Ptera put her son’s duelin arm down.

“Yeah, yeah.” Rex returned to the couch and opened his laptop - a fancy one he received as a birthday gift from Weevil last year.

After she had put Weevil’s suitcase in Rex’s room, and the bug duelist had sat down to watch T.V., Adelaide turned to Rex. “Master Rex, is there anything you would like me to cook for you?”

“Takoyaki with chocolate syrup!” Rex held a thumbs up without looking up.

“You got it!” Adelaide noticed the mountain of dishes in the kitchen sink. “If you like, Madame Ptera, I can wash those for you after we’re done with dinner.”

“You’re too kind!” Ptera lightly hit Adelaide on the shoulder. “Oh, and just call me ‘Ptera.’”

“But if you’re letting me stay here, the least I could do is serve you, just as I’ve served Master Weevil.”

“Would you like a job at our family restaurant too?” Tricera called all the way from the loo.

“Could I? That way, I can actually pay rent.” Adelaide interrupted Ptera before she could say anything. “I insist on it, just like I insist on how I address you.”

Weevil smiled as he took a seat next to Rex on the couch. “This… I could get used to this.” He let his hand linger on Rex’s baby bump. “Finally, I can have a real family life. And now, I can help take care of not only the man I love, but also my child.”

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calliecat93 · 5 years ago

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It’s been a long and chaotic hiatus period folks, but at least we’re here. RWBY Volume 7. There’s been a lot of hype in the leadup to this. New outfits. New setting. New characters. Old characters making long-awaited comebacks. There is so much to be excited about this season, and the absolutely insane opening only added more fuel to the fire. I’ve done a review/analysis on the opening already, which if you’d like to check that out, you can find it here.

But for now, after nearly ten months of waiting, it’s finally time. Review season is in full swing. So why wait any more than we already have? Let’s kick the Volume 7 Reviews off with Chapter One, The Greatest Kingdom. Because of course, that would be the title of an Atlas-centric chapter. Of course.

Overview

We begin exactly where we left off before. RWBYJNRQOM have reached Atlas… but Ironwood’s fleet is armed and ready as though expecting an attack. Everyone is taken aback by this, especially Weiss. This causes complications. With Atlas this high alert, if they dock in an unauthorized ship, they’re going to be in a lot of trouble. Weiss also worries that if that happens, they may very well return her to her family, and to her father. But she then remembers that since they’re now back in Atlas’ range, she can contact Winter. Thus, Maria steers the ship downward, towards the city of Mantle.

We get our first glimpse of the former capital, and it’s telling. The location has a New York kind of vibe. It’s big and industrial but also run down. One reason for that may be because of the number of troops and drones in the city. They’re making people afraid or rebellious, even children as we see two throw a rock at a drone. But even more telling is that the holo-screens have Ironwood talking, claiming that this is all for their own safety. Everyone is unnerved by this, and worst? Winter is also spewing out the propaganda, shocking Weiss. Due to this, the plan is to ditch the ship and join the masses in Mantle.

Thus, the ship is parked… somewhere. We never see where. But the gang walks through the city, and get an even better look at how rundown that it is. Thre’s political posters around, namely featuring some kind of pale blonde-haired figure. We also see some headlines highlighting events like the Embargo, the discovery of a dead journalist, and damage to the border. Drones are going all around and take photos of Yang, which earns a kick from her and then it gets run over. Oops. We even see graffiti that says “Show Your Teeth”. Best guess is that that’s the White Fang’s doing. Life looks awful in Mantle, and Blake expresses this out loud. This earns her getting told off by two drunkards, who go off about Atlas being great and all that kind of stuff that we’ve heard before. But when one starts to make racist Faunus remarks at Blake, Weiss responds by gravity Glyphing into a dumpster. This attracts security attention, but it was worth it.

Maria knows where they can go, and she takes them to some kind of clinic. This is where she had intended to go in order to get her eyes adjusted. We, therefore, meet the man who runs the place. An elderly, wheel-chair bound man named Pietro. He is a well-known scientist who has made various advances for Atlas and Ironwood, but he volunteers in Mantle to get away from the stuffy atmosphere and to help the people below. The gang has questions about Atlas, so Pietro explains how Ironwood’s paranoia has gone into overload. Not just because of the Fall, but because of how badly his forces were hacked and made Atlas look like both terrorists and buffoons. But we do find out that they still don’t know who hacked their systems, but they /do/ suspect that it may very well be one of their own. With everyone blaming Atlas for the Fall of Beacon, the council is so scared that they’re just doing what Ironwood says. So needless to say, Atlas is in utter chaos and isn’t as safe as our heroes previously thought.

Pietro begins to talk about Mantle’s representatives taking action… until he recognizes Weiss. Yang tries to get things back on topic, only for Pietro to recognize her arm. He sounds… kind of offended that she painted it, haha! But he soon recognizes Team RWBY, having heard of them from his daughter. Who is his daughter? Well before Ruby can find out, a warning siren goes off. A group of wolf-like Grimm that I believe are called Sabers are attacking, so our heroes fight back. It’s a pretty good action sequence, full of a lot of high-paced energy and an awesome guitar riff in the background. Poor Blake’s sword is still broken, so she’s forced to stick to the gun mode. Fortunately, our heroes are ripping the Grimm apart with ease… but they ultimately don’t defeat the Grimm themselves.

A series of lasers blast away the remaining Grimm. We see a figure flying up above. A very… familiar looking person. Green color-scheme… red hair… a pink bow… freckles… wait… the figure lands, and we get to see them in full. Ruby’s eyes widen in shock as, for the first time since the Fall of Beacon, she sees Penny Polendina.

You read right folks, Penny is back! Pietro tells her to say hi to her friends and… she recognizes them! She recognizes Ruby! She flies right into Ruby to hug her! That probably gave Ruby a concussion, but eh she’ll live. But only one thing matters right now: PENNY! PENNY IS BACK!!! SHE’S ALIVE!!! WHOO~!!!

As it turns out, Pietro is Penny’s father/creator. After Amity Arena was brought back to Atlas, they were able to recover Penny’s core and Pietro was able to rebuild her and even better. She is now the official protector of Mantle. Penny is excited to catch back up with Ruby… but another siren goes off, and she has to go off. Everyone has questions, but fortunately, Pietro is more than happy to answer them. So successful Grimm fight, they made it to Mantle, and they found a friendly face. Two friendly faces! Sure we had the rough patch with Ironwood’s forces and his propaganda, but hey! So far things are going pretty well!

Well, let’s ruin that!

The gang is suddenly captured and bound down by a group of blue and white-clad soldiers. This is a security force known as Ace-Ops. Qrow argues that he’s a licensed Huntsman and was doing his job, but Ace-Ops take their weapons and, even worst, the lamp. Pietro questions the meaning of this, and their leader named Clover Ebi reveals the list of charges. The unauthorized ship, disobeying commands from Control, and fighting Grimm despite all but one of them being unlicensed. As such, they’re being arrested and taken to Atlas. The episode ends with everyone loaded up into the back of a police van with Qrow hating himself for jinxing everything up. Stupid Bad Luck Semblance.

Review

So this was a bit shorter than the previous couple of premieres, but really? That’s not a problem whatsoever. This premiere was really good! Not the best, but certianly does its job and does it well. We get to see Mantle after so many years, get to finally meet Professor Polendina, and we get a big surprise in the return of Penny. We get a fun action scene as well, which is always nice. And it has a solid ending in everyone getting arrested… well okay, that sucks for them, but it was an appropriate place to end.

Before we go into more detailed stuff though… let’s talk about the elephant in the room first. That being Qrow’s new voice. For those unaware, Vic Mignogna was fired and I don’t feel like going into it any more than I’ve already had to. But long story short; Vic did a lot of gross, horrible stuff and he deserved to be kicked out. As such, voice actor Jason Liebrecht was cast to take over, and so far… I think that he’s good! It was a tad bit spotty, but he’s still new so I’m not expecting perfection. But it still feels like Qrow and the voice honestly sounds like a cleaner, healthier version of Vic’s Qrow. Which if Qrow starts to sober himself up, it will fit very well. So yeah, I am perfectly happy with Jason’s rendition and I am looking forward to hearing more of him going forward~

Okay, got that out of the way. So let talk about good stuff now!

Mantle looks amazing. IIRC, Miles and Kerry said that Mantle and Atlas are based on different periods of America’s evolution. Mantle represents the Industrial Era, in particular New York, and it certianly feels that way. It’s a big city, but it’s not happy. The place looks run-down and dirty, there’s tons of unrest, and they have to watch as Atlas stands above them in all of its glory. It was meant to be a symbol of hope, but now? It just represents the oppression of Mantle and how Atlas stands superior to them. One of the most telling scenes is when we see a wagon of miners pass by. All of them are covered in soot and just look sick and miserable. It paints a very harsh picture, and it’s only going to become all the harsher as we learn more in the future.

But there is a bright spot. We FINALLY get to meet Pietro. He’s as I expected, a kind old-man, if a bit scatter-brained and forgetful. He very much fits the image of a Gepetto-inspired character. Though him being wheelchair-bound and his frequent coughing certianly has me concerned for him… and I have a very bad idea about his final fate by the time that this arc is over. Still, we get a very clear image of his character and there’s a lot of Easter Eggs in his office. Like the whale statue on his shelf, another allusion to Pinocchio. It’s that attention to detail that makes me appreciate CRWBY so much. Also fun fact, his voice actor is David Fennoy. Which this isn’t his first time working on RWBY. The other time? As Dr. Merlot, the antagonist of RWBY: Grimm Eclipse. Who, if you don’t know, was a mad scientist… so great casting gag there CRWBY!

But speaking of Pinocchio…

Well everyone, we knew that it was coming, but we weren’t ready. Yes, indeed, Penny is back. So… there’s been some debate over her re-introduction. While everyone is happy to have her back, some have questioned the under-whelming execution and lack of reaction from Ruby. Now I will admit that it is more subdued than I was expecting, but Ruby? I don’t at all get her so-called ‘lack of reaction’. You can see how wide her eyes are and how stunned she is, but it quickly evolves into over-whelming joy. Not every reaction has to be tearfully breaking down, guys. Ruby processed it quickly and was just overjoyed. Then after the tackle-glomp, you can hear her struggling to find the words to say as she starts to ask what happened since she thought that Penny was dead for at least a year. So no, Ruby’s reaction was perfectly IC for her and he DID have a reaction.

But yeah, Penny is back! But unlike what we all assumed, she has her memory! I was confused on how since we saw the Nevermore stomp on her remains… but considering that the area was sent back to Atlas, I can buy that they dug around enough to find the core and repair any damage that it had. I admit her return is a lot less dramatic than I thought it would be… but I really have no issue with it. For one, there’s plenty of things with her that can be touched on later. How she felt about dying. Her status as Mantle’s protector. What’s happened with her since the Fall. Plus after everything that’s happened, I think that we deserved this one break regarding Penny and her having her memory still. So yeah, maybe the execution could have had a bit more substance, but I really have no problem with it. Penny is back, and that’s all that matters.

Thre is a lot of good setup here. We have Ironwood’s paranoia on full display as well as the results towards Mantle due to it. We get a look at the mindsets of people like the kids throwing rocks at drones and the drunkards shitting on Blake for her comments about Mantle. But we also have Weiss Glyphing the one guy, which while it was oh so deserved, she did cause a fuss due to it when Blake was trying to deal with the matter peacefully and had even previously stopped Ruby when she was about to argue back. It’s good to see Weiss not dealing with any racist garbage thrown at Blake, but it was not the best way to deal with it when Blake had it under control, and that may very well be something that we see touched on more and more with the plot as a whole. Not just regarding Faunus racism, but regarding the conflict of Mantle vs Atlas.

We have the propaganda being spewed in Mantle not just by Ironwood but also from WInter. Something that Weiss is clearly unhappy about, and something that may cause friction down the line. We have the Ace-Ops, who going by the opening is going to play a major part in the volume. Which funny how they showed up to arrest the gang… but none of the vast amounts of security forces were around to stop the Grimm. Sure Penny was there and she is officially Mantles protector, but a good chunk of the Grimm were stopped by our heroes. So much for looking out for Mantle’s safety, huh Ironwood? Clover doesn’t even listen to Qrow or ask to see his license for proof of it… okay yeah, Qrow would still be arrested for the unauthorized ship, but still. There are so many small things that show us exactly how oppressed the people of Mantle are, and we’re probably going to see even more of that unrest and protest as we go on. Especially with this Robyn Hill character that we see is running for Council, and against an Atlesian tycoon. And I have a good guess at who that tycoon may be…

Chapter Two Predictions

Introducing a new section to the reviews! Which I will also add to the Red vs Blue reviews when that starts up again (2020, hurry the heck up!). But yeah, I’m gonna start doing predictions and see how well I do… or more likely, how badly I do. It’s all for fun though, so keep that in mind.

So the gang has been arrested and is going up to Atlas. So we’ll probably get to see that and get to compare it to the worn-down Mantle. We see in the trailer that Ruby and Ironwood are talking, so chances are Ironwood will recognize them and hear them out. If we’re lucky, he may have gotten the letter that Qrow sent as well. Now whether hell license the kids or not I’m not sure, but he clearly is going to allow them to work with Ace-Ops (likely under his strict rules) so it could be that or he’ll mark it as Community Service to make up for the charges against them. I can also see him deciding to take Oscar under his wing both for his own safety due to Ozpin, and/or to properly train the kid since even with Oz’s muscle memory, he needs all that he can get. After that, the gang is able to get their new gear, get some haircuts, etc. Only one IDK what’s going to happen to is Qrow… but he’s likely gonna do whatever the Hell he wants or Ironwood’s gonna give him the harder jobs. But we’ll find out soon enough.

Episode Stats

Favorite Character: Pietro and Penny Polendina Favorite Scene: RWBYJNORQ vs The Grimm Least Favorite Scene: The intro before they went into Mantle since it was just re-establishment exposition. Favorite Voice Actor: Taylor McNee (Penny Polendina) Favorite Animation: Either the Weis and Ren combo on the Grim or Ruby slaying the Grimm. Final Ranking: 8.5/10

Final Thoughts

We are off to a very good start! We get to see Mantle and understand exactly the state that it, as well as Atlas, are in. We get a nice action sequence. We get a lot of setup for things later, like the propaganda and introduction fo the Ace-Ops. But most of all, we have Pietro finally appearing and, of course, the return of Penny. Not my favorite premiere, but it did its job and was a very satisfying watch. So I say job well-done CRWBY! It sure as Hell makes me excited for what’s ahead!

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vanaera · 6 years ago

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15. Things you said with too many miles between us (online friend!namjoon + idol!you)

Summary | In which Namjoon has beaten stress, pressure, and also time differences with you by his side but he has yet to beat to know that whom he's talking to through the screen of his phone is the same person he fawns on TV screens along with millions of other people.

Genre | Fluff + Super slight angst

Wordcount | 3, 193

Sequel : Missed Calls

Light suddenly illuminates the pitch black room and it shines against every curve and ridge of Namjoon's face, pricking his eyes to open as he blindly reaches for his glasses.

Once finding his bedroom clear through the lenses, he grabs his phone which alerted him of a new notification.

1 New Message!

SunnyY/N 1:32 AM

Hi! I just finished watching Predestination and holy shit how dare you rec me something so mindfucking??!!

Namjoon types lethargically with a smile hanging on his lips.

MonJoon 1:33 AM

Glad you found the movie compelling though it's 1:33 AM here in the fucking morning, I've got AP exams later, and you woke me up just to say that?

SunnyY/N 1:33 AM

I'm sorry oh my gosh I thought you were awake! God, I didn't think of the time difference! Okay okay, go to sleep now.

MonJoon 1:33 AM

It's alright, I’m having trouble sleeping lately anyway. Where are you currently?

SunnyY/N 1:33 AM

I'm in Italy now though I haven't find anytime yet to travel around :((( Anyhow, go to sleep now! You need that sleep to defeat those tests later!

Namjoon raises his brow. It must be nice to travel around different parts of the world because of your parent's work. The constant jetlags may be troublesome but he'd rather have that than take on a pile of homeworks and exams he doesn't even need for his major.

MonJoon 1:34 AM

Okay, stay safe there. Good nytie night!

SunnyY/N 1:35 AM

Nyt Nyt!!! :DDD

Around six o'clock, Namjoon wakes up to the blaring noise of his alarm clock and another notification.

SunnyY/N 6:01 AM

I hope you have a nice day and good luck on your exams! Fighting!!!! 🙆🙆🙆 ( P.S. : I computed the time difference, credits to Mr. Google and I figured you'll be awake now :)))) )

A grin spreads on Namjoon's face as he ruffles his bed hair and heads to his bathroom. He's got enough of good luck now to tackle on anything that will get on his nerves.

The day passes and so do his three exams with Namjoon fortunately being still alive. He feels he should ask you to wish him luck everyday because God knows how his luck hasn't worn off yet today. And just like every hard work he gets done, he thinks his reward just came with a "ding!" and a Twitter update.

Y/N Official™ 7:20 PM

Y/N models new collection of Flyday "Missantrophies"!

Namjoon has never tapped so fast in his life only to see pure beauty before him. Y/N wore frilly dresses painted with classical paintings his art major friend, Jeongguk, studies that made her look like an artwork instead while she daintily posed around some museum in Rome he knows he'll never have a chance to go to anytime soon. The pictures were breathtaking but what made his heart almost combust was the behind the scene shoots with her barely there make-up and a bright grin on her tired form as she hugs a huge teddy bear by her side.

Too cute, too cute, too cute, gosh Namjoon wants to know how to become that teddybear now.

Namjoon taps on the Send Me icon and immediately taps the image with your username.

MonJoon 7:20 PM

HAVE YOU SEEN THE RECENT FLYDAY PHOTOSHOOT???!!! Y/N LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE ART

- see 10 photos

SunnyY/N 7:21 AM

Yes hoe, but look at this babe

-see 1 photo

Namjoon opens the pic to see Y/N lazily looking at her self-camera with tired eyes and bare face that looks like the meme "I don't fucking care anymore". He laughs with his heart squeezing with affection. He's always a sucker for pictures of Y/N looking like everyday college students. But wait -

MonJoon 7:22 PM

She looks so cute!!!! Btw how did you get this pic???? I haven't seen it on her social media accounts yet. Tell me how??????

SunnyY/N 7:22 PM

I have my ways 😏😏😏 Let's just say I'm really resourceful :DDD

MonJoon 7:23 PM

Meanie

"You're chatting with your online girlfriend again?"

Namjoon raises his head to be met with his roommate (and friend, though he wants to regret such title sometimes) Seokjin's teasing smirk accompanied by a click of the door. He just came home and the first thing he does is suggest that out-of-nowhere-conclusion he kept bringing up. "Uhh yes, online girl-space-friend, not girlfriend," he corrects before he lets his fingers fly across the screen of his phone.

MonJoon 7:30 PM

How are things going around you by the way? Just finished this hellday and I wanna say I think I passed them but I think I'm gonna jinx myself so I'd rather not.

SunnyY/N 7:31 PM

You're not gonna jinx yourself! Just think positive! I know you're smart 😎😎😎 so of course you're gonna pass!!! I'm okay though I'm deadly tired. Been through another flight and now I'm in Sweden.

MonJoon 7:32 PM

So soon?! You're in Italy just like a few hours ago and you haven't traveled around yet!!!! You're missing opportunities, hoe!!

Namjoon thinks you're hella insane going from one country to another without even staying for a while to travel.

SunnyY/N 7:32 PM

I'm really sad too 😥😥😥 but can't blame my parents for deciding to go from one country to another. Oh I got drunk earlier and fortunately I didn't accidentally open another account in some social media platform. I've already got too many shits, don't need to let the whole world know I'm such an embarrassing person ahahahha

Namjoon chuckles and he could hear Seokjin yell "There you go again laughing like a lovesick fool. Stop denying she's so your online girlfriend!" over the kitchen but he didn't mind that at all when he remembers the first time he knew you was through the same odd antic you do when you're drunk.

It was two years ago around some November midnight when Aym a BaBe suddenly messaged him on Send Me with "I'm really sad, can i take up this space for a while?"

Namjoon was used to receiving shady or nonsense flirty messages from questionable usernames, not to say he automatically deletes messages from people he have never heard of at all. But that night was an exception since it was also the first time he saw someone's pain without even looking at their face.

Just like what you said, you then filled up the convo space with "I'm just really sad right now" and "I can't even let out my true feelings at all to the people around me," and lastly how you admired his courage for posting the only post that got over 100 notes in his entire Tumblr life defending female solo artist Y/N.

Y/N, the apple of Namjoon's eyes and his wife-to-be in his own dreamlamd started from scratch and slowly built her career in the music industry with her navy blue guitar and songs about broken glasses and misplaced loves. Namjoon thinks she could have already taken over the world with her now inactive small Youtube account Y/N sings with her original songs about sex, love, and drugs - things usually sung by men artists and topics that were avoided by females in fear of being silenced and judged by a misogynist world.

Though her fame only started with break up songs as she delved into TV and radio shows that prevented her from trying bold moves such as her compositions in her Youtube career, Y/N still writes and sings her heart out and Namjoon cheered for her continuous success.

Around one year later, her upbeat breakup single Go F*ck Yourself gained worldwide popularity that made her voice be known on all ears. That's why yesterday, when news broke out about Y/N's new album No More You was about the trifecta that killed every other female artists' career in such a traditional industry, all hell broke lose over the net.

A couple of "You're promoting bad things with your song," "You're trying too hard," and unnecessarily mean "You're so ugly, try getting a plastic surgery maybe you'll be more tolerable in every viewer's eyes," Namjoon just have to type down a massive text post about such cyber harassment and downright misogyny and inhumane comments against a person who wanted to convey the reality of other people now that her voice can be heard by all over the world.

You suddenly appeared then with a weird username in that one'o clock haze. Namjoon let you rant out your complaints on the convo space, read each message you sent without replying because not everyone needs advice, just someone who can listen to them. When Namjoon checks his inbox some day later, he found that you changed your username to SunnyY/N like every other fan who uses their idol's name on their username but there's something about yours that drove him to know you more. Maybe it's because he wouldn't associate 'sunny' to Y/N unless she's smiling so wide - he wasn't really sure. And just like that, he formed a stable communication with someone he calls "Sun" whose face he hasn't seen yet over a two year course of friendship that is still staying strong now.

MonJoon 7:35 PM

Good for you that you didn't start up another account. Why are you drunk anyway?

SunnyY/N 7:38 PM

Nothing, just sad. Not a big deal. It's 1 AM here btw, I gotta go. Nytie nyt!

Namjoon can sense you didn't want to talk about it so he sends his good nights too before going to the table for dinner. After getting his homeworks done, he counts time differences and sets another alarm aside from his morning call.

Around seven, you wake up with the hundredth notification on your phone but the latest one is what only mattered.

MonJoon 7:01 AM

Good morning! I hope you have a great day. Stay safe, hoe :)

In the middle of writing an essay about the fundamentals of quantum physics, Namjoon's My Only Friend ringtone makes the man jump on his seat, pen almost flying from his grasp. In his defense, Y/N's MOF is the best of her recent album, Friends & Foes, and it's made him feel so much anyway-

Namjoon swipes the green button. "What is it, Jimin?"

"Hey have you seen the announcement of Y/N's concert tour?" Jimin rattles, "Man, the ticket prices are up and I swear to God I have to sell at least one kidney to get the VIP seats and -"

Jimin's rambling turns into white noise as Namjoon hesitates. He's in the middle of doing tons of essays and shit, he's gonna get distracted again with Y/N's face. He already promised himself to tone down his “stanning” a little and just - fuck it. His hands are already pounding against his keyboard, the tab he opened for his references already in the back of his mind as he clicks the news of your new concert. When it comes to Y/N, he easily pushes away his priorities and God, it's just so stupid but still -

Y/N Official™ 10:50 PM

Y/N Sun + Moon Tour ticket prices are up! Concert dates in other countries will be further announced.

Namjoon scrolls down and sees listings of dates in California, New York, Los Angeles, yadah yadah, Italy, and Sweden - wait.

He mumbles a "Gonna get back to you Chim, I'm busy right now" through the phone, ends the call, and goes to Send Me to tap your icon.

1 Unread Message!

Oh right, he hasn't opened Send Me the past few days because he and Seokjin forgot to pay their net bills. Shocks, you must have been pissed off he hadn't replied you yet.

However, he didn't expect to read something aside from your memes or your whereabouts and concern for his.

SunnyY/N 1:20 AM

Hi Joon, I'm gonna be inactive for a while but I think i can send a few somethings whenever I can. Just send me anything you want, complain about school and friends, fanboy over Y/N or whatever, I'm gonna reply to that once I can. Hope you have a wonderful day! :DDD

MonJoon 11:00 PM

Hi Sun, sorry I only read your message now. Jin and i forgot to pay bills on time again so yeah. Btw, Y/N's gonna go there in Sweden on July 5 and I hope you can come there! Send me pics if you can! Stay safe hoe and enjoy travelling around!

Namjoon closes his phone as well as his previous tabs aside from his references and leans on his chair. When you've both started opening up to each other online, you mentioned that once a year you're gonna be hella busy with your folks to the point you barely have time for goofing around the net. It sounded weird but he didn't question you about it and typed "gotta detach yourself away from your phone somehow someday. I’m like that too when finals come hahahahha.", afraid he'll sound prying.

After two years of hanging around and being fond of you, he can't help but be constantly curious of what you're actually doing. You're born in the same year as him (though you're only two months older than him) and you've been travelling around the world with your parents while Namjoon's stuck in college with a Philosophy degree and hating every other subject that has nothing to do with making music. You're sick rich and you have your own studio at home (you showed him a pic) because technically you enjoy music too while he's almost dying with the constant tutoring sessions he have with other kids just so he can save up for his Mon Studio-to-be.

He wonders how he can connect with you so well when you've never had a common ground in your lives aside from liking music and also Y/N. What it would be like if you are a normal college student like him? Are you really small like you say? What will you probably major in? You'll pass out if you had the same schedule as him, Namjoon snorts. He'll probably be that friend who'll constantly check up on you, and you'll probably smile so wide, and maybe your eyes would turn into tiny curves like crescent moons. You haven't sent him a selca yet but he thinks you'll be pretty.

Namjoon sighs. He wants to meet you so badly.

September comes and Namjoon counted 23 small candles his friends stuck in the cake Seokjin made. His friends told him to make a wish first but he didn't really have anything that came to his mind. Yeah, maybe he wishes for everyone's health and happiness - he could do with that, and then he blows the candles along with the worries of the past year.

When the party died down and Yoongi and the rest of the squad bid them goodbyes, Namjoon finds himself slumped against his chair, tired of cleaning all the confetti from party poppers and the piñata Hoseok brought from god knows where.

He opens his phone and scrolls through his Twitter feed for any updates on Y/N's tour and just then a Send Me notif pops out and he smiles. He never managed to beat through coincidence to be online the same time as you do so he settled for unread messages and leaving messages for the past month as well as sending each other pictures of what you've been doing at the meantime. These kept a smile on his face but he knew right then it would never beat the grin he has now he's got to finally talk with you again.

SunnyY/N 1:01 AM

Happy Birthday, Joon! 😆😆😄

🍕🍕🍕🍟🍟🍟🍔🍔🍔🍲🍲🍲🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰🍰🍦🍦🍦🍫🍫🍫

Hope you ate a lot!

MonJoon 1:01 AM

Thanks! and yes i ate a lot! Seokjin's food is ever 👌👌👌 And oh my god, you're finally online! I miss my hoe!

SunnyY/N 1:02 AM

Yes, some things came up but i'm gonna be fine now. Hey, I'm coming back home in Korea this September and holy gosh Y/N will also hold her concert the same month here! Go come, I will be there and we can finally meet up!!! (I won't be free until after the 26th anyway and i want to meet you so bad now that we're gonna be in the same country!!!!)

Namjoon's heart thunders. You've never suggested a meet-up before since you told him six months ago you're not yet okay showing yourself to him when it happened that you stayed in Korea and he requested to meet you. However, the small pain in his heart whenever he has to type this cannot be drowned by its overwhelmingly rapid beating.

MonJoon 1:03 AM

Sadly I can't :(

SunnyY/N:1:03 AM

Hey why? I can buy you the VIP tickets if you're feeling a little burdened with the price. I just want to have my main hoe with me

MonJoon 1:03 AM

Thanks for the offer but my finals just have to be scheduled the same day as her concert and guhhh, I don't even want you to spend so much on me. But god, you don't know how happy you made me when you finally agreed to meet up; I just wanna hug you irl!!!! I'm so excited to finally see you, This must be the best birthday present anyone has gave me, hoe!

SunnyY/N 1:04 AM

But I can't wait that long, what if I say I want to meet you now?

What?

SunnyY/N is requesting for a video call. Accept? Decline?

Namjoon's brows furrow; you told him before you don't want video calls and now you're doing this? It's confusing but Namjoon clicks on Accept anyway because he doesn't have it in his heart to decline your requests.

The image of a room and a yellow-hoodied-figure fills his screen. Namjoon can see a bottle on the far corner of your room and before he can scold you for drinking your problems away, a very familiar voice fills his ears and makes him stuck frozen in his chair.

"I've been feeling sad lately and I tried to get off my phone for the past months but I can't do that now," you sniff, "It's your birthday, I have to greet you. And I know sober me won't do that so I got drunk just to have enough liquid courage to wish you a happy birthday and that I want to meet you."

Namjoon blinks his eyes twice, this must be a fucking dream - why is he seeing Y/N's bare face and hearing her voice live what - how could you be-

"By the way, I wrote MOF while thinking about you," you wipe the tears forming on your waterline, "I'm shit right now, but I don't care. I'm saying stuff I'll not remember so you have to remind me okay? I'm gonna end the call now. It's a stupid reason - I just wanna see you."

Before you tap the red button Namjoon could hear you mutter, "I didn't imagine you'll be this fucking handsome God, I should have fixed myself."

The screen goes back to the convo space with you now offline and Namjoon can't feel his heart.

What the fuck, you're Y/N?!

A/N | Hi anon! I combined your requests into #15. Hope you like it! Sorry for the long wait! BTW, Send Me is a social media platform I made up and so is the brand Flyday!

09.07.2018 : Update! This will become another drabble series of mine so expect more dynamics and shenanigans of fan!namjoon and idol!you :D

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jaceyourself · 6 years ago

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End of Year Wrap-Up 24/12/2018

Happy Merry to all you readers!

I’ve had a great year but all us music fans have had an even better one! Streaming services mean that now more than ever we can experience the musical output from all corners of the globe (though overwhelmingly the English-speaking parts of it) to understand different points of view, learn of the goings on in other parts of the world and most importantly indulge ourselves in a bit of a boogie. All the moods, genres and feels you could think of are out there, so over the holiday period perhaps try and listen to something new. Who knows it might break the tension with that younger/older relative round the xmas table when you find they also happen to like k-pop/jazz-funk/grindcore or at the very least you can bicker about the tragedy of the current album charts (Greatest Showman: 21 weeks!). To aid you in your quest for knowledge/excitement/small-talk I have spent almost 30 minutes curating a best-of for both albums and singles in the year of 2018.

(NB even with my album-a-day policy, there’s no way I can get through everything I want to within the 365, so if your fave appears ignored, let it be known that I probably haven’t heard it yet. The full list of everything I’ve listened to this year is at the bottom)

So in no particular order:

Albums

Jinx Lennon- Grow A Pair!!!

The Beths- Future Me Hates Me

The Pistol Annies- Interstate Gospel

Travis Scott- ASTROWORLD

Mount Eerie- Now Only

Cardi B- Invasion of Privacy

The 1975- A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

The Aces- When My Heart Felt Volcanic

Singles

Confidence Man- Out The Window

Cardi B- I Like It

Janelle Monae ft. Grimes- Pynk

Lori McKenna- People Get Old

SOPHIE- Immaterial

Marie Davidson- Work It

Car Seat Headrest- Stop Smoking (We Love You)

BLACKPINK- AS IF IT’S YOUR LAST

The 1975- It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You)

https://open.spotify.com/user/jaceyourself/playlist/1kFex3QLVv0l3cCqjVC6dT?si=_GqTJXrOSoSXYaMC9ra_lg

Have a great festive period and I’ll see you in 2019 :D

2018 Albums what I listened to

Floating Points- Reflections – Mojave Desert

James Elkington- Wintres Woma

Miguel- War & Leisure

Ride- Weather Diaries

Sidney Gish- No Dogs Allowed

Emperor X- The Orlando Sentinel, Oversleepers International

Broken Social Scene- Hug of Thunder

MC5- Kick Out The Jams (Live)

Public Service Broadcasting- Every Valley

JJ Doom- Key to the Kuffs

HAIM- Something To Tell You

Camila Cabello- Camila

Sheer Mag- Need To Feel Your Love

Taylor Swift- reputation

Shabazz Palaces- Quazarz vs The Jealous Machines

This Is The Kit- Moonshine Freeze

Japanese Breakfast- Soft Sounds From Another Planet

Tune-Yards- I can feel you creep into my private life

Jupiter & Okwess- Kin Sonic

Various Artists- The Passion Of Charlie Parker

Waxahatchee- Out In The Storm, Great Thunder

Offa Rex- The Queen Of Hearts

Dizzee Rascal- Raskit

Alvvays- Antisocialites

Childhood- Universal High

Marmozets- Knowing What You Know Now

Declan McKenna- What Do You Think About the Car?

Paul Heaton- Crooked Calypso

Lana Del Rey- Lust For Life

Charles Lloyd New Quartet- Passin’ Thru (Live)

Rip Rig & Panic- Circa Rip Rig + Panic

Avey Tare- Eucalyptus

Justin Timberlake- Man Of The Woods

Rio Mira- Marimba del Pacifico

Oddisee- The Iceberg

Aimee Mann- Mental Illness

Katie Von Schleicher- Shitty Hits

Arcade Fire- Everything Now

Girl Ray- Earl Grey

Ezra Furman- Transangelic Exodus

Randy Newman- Dark Matter

Dead Cross- Dead Cross

Chronixx- Chronology

Mondo Cozmo- Plastic Soul

Kesha- Rainbow

Lal & Mike Waterson- Bright Phoebus

Steve Reich- Pulse / Quartet

Orchestra Baobab- Tribute to Ndiouga Dieng

Ratboy- SCUM

Prince- Dirty Mind, Controversy, 1999, Purple Rain, Parade, Sign ‘O’ The Times

Stanley Cowell- No Illusions

Oneohtrix Point Never- Good Time Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

Downtown Boys- Cost Of Living

Screaming Females- All At Once

Rob Luft- Riser

Sibusile Xaba- Open Letter To Adoniah

Jen Cloher- Jen Cloher

Everything Everything- Fever Dream

Grizzly Bear- Painted Ruins

Bob’s Burgers- The Bob’s Burgers Music Album

Superorganism- Superorganism

Maren Morris- HERO

Courtney Marie Andrews- Honest Life, May Your Kindness Remain

Stefflon Don- Real Ting Mixtape

Ghostpoet- Dark Days + Canapés

Young Fathers- White Men Are Black Men Too, Cocoa Sugar

Queens Of The Stone Age- Songs For The Deaf

Thurst- Cut to the Chafe

John Moreland- Big Bad Luv

Aruan Ortiz- Cub(an)ism [Piano Solo]

Mount Eerie- Now Only

The War On Drugs- A Deeper Understanding

Various Artists- Pop Makossa

Liane Carroll- The Right to Love

Fickle Friends- You Are Someone Else

Nadine Shah- Holiday Destination

Various Artists- Howsla

George Ezra- Staying at Tamara’s

The Doors- The Doors

Filthy Friends- Invitation

Susanne Sundfør- Music For People In Trouble

LCD Soundsystem- LCD Soundsystem, Sound of Silver, American Dream

Mogwai- Every Country’s Sun

Kacey Musgraves- Golden Hour

The National- High Violet, Sleep Well Beast

The Klezmatics- Wonder Wheel

Hercules & Love Affair- Omnion

Mount Kimbie- Love What Survives

The Aces- When My Heart Felt Volcanic

Matthew Bourne- Isotach

Finished- Cum Inside Me Bro

Forced Into Femininity- I’m Making Progress

Heron Oblivion- Heron Oblivion

Hamell On Trial- TACKLE BOX

Confidence Man- Confident Music For Confident People

Swet Shop Boys- Cashmere

Princess Nokia- 1992 Deluxe, A Girl Cried Red

Steely Dan- The Royal Scam, Aja

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard- Nonagon Infinity

Sparks- Hippopotamus

J. Cole- KOD

Fat Tony- Macgregor Park

L’Orange and Jeremiah Jae- The Night Took Us In Like Family

Little Simz- Stillness In Wonderland

Lady Leshurr- Queen’s Speech

RAY BLK- Durt

Brand New- Science Fiction

Janelle Monae- Dirty Computer

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever- Talk Tight

Fred Thomas- Changer

Myra Davies- Sirens

Laraaji- Sun Gong

The Killers- Wonderful Wonderful

Descendents- Milo Goes To College

Frank Turner- Be More Kind

The Horrors- V

Moses Sumney- Aromanticism

Arctic Monkeys- Whatever People…, AM, Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino

Oxbow- Thin Black Duke

Dee Byrne’s Entropi- Moment Frozen

Mike Stern- Trip

The Vampires- The Vampires Meet Lionel Loueke

Gogol Bordello- Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike, Super Taranta!, Seekers And Finders

Umphrey’s McGee- Zonkey

Hard Working Americans- We’re All in This Together

Courtney Barnett- Tell Me How You Really Feel

Jllin- Black Origami

Various Artists- Rough Guide to the Music of West Africa

Wolf Alice- Visions Of A Life

The Young’uns- Strangers

Fever Ray- Fever Ray, Plunge

CHVRCHES- Love Is Dead

Oumou Sangaré- Oumou, Mogoya

Charlotte Gainsbourg- Rest

Daniel Avery- Song For Alpha

Daphni- Joli Mai

Kanye West- ye

Cécile McLorin Salvant- Dreams and Daggers

Trio Da Kali, Kronos Quartet- Ladilikan

Kelela- Take Me Apart

Bob Dylan- The Times.., Another.., Bringing.., Highway.., Blond.., John.., Nashville.., New.., Blood..

Lily Allen- Alright(,) Still, It’s Not Me(,) It’s You, Sheezus, No Shame

Fanfare Ciocarlia- 20

Wolf Parade- Cry Cry Cry

SOPHIE- OIL OF EVERY PEARL’S UN-INSIDES

Zara McFarlane- Arise

St. Vincent- MASSEDUCTION

Margo Price- All American Made

Bebe Rexha- Expectations

Motörhead- Under Cöver

Orchestre Les Mangelepa- Last Band Standing

Drake- Scorpion

Various Artists- Gentle Giants: The Songs Of Don Williams

Noga Erez- Off The Radar

Baxter Dury- Prince of Tears

John Maus- Screen Memories

Lankum- Between the Earth and Sky

Shamir- Revelations

Years & Years- Palo Santo

Converge- The Dusk In Us

Canzoniere Grecanico Salentino- Canzoniere

Fred Hersch- Open Book

A. Savage- Thawing Dawn

Big Thief- Capacity

Kelly Clarkson- Meaning Of Life

Dirty Projectors- Lamp Lit Prose

Robt Sarazin Blake- Recitative

Shed Seven- Instant Pleasures

Spinning Coin- Permo

Call Super- Arpo

Laura Perrudin- Poisons & antidotes

Ellen Andrea Wang- Blank Out

Lori McKenna- The Tree

Wu-Tang Clan- Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

Lee Ronaldo- Electric Trim

Deer Tick- Vol. 2

The Paranoid Style- Underworld U.S.A.

Youssou N’Dour- Set, Joko- From Village To Town, Nothing’s In Vain, Seeni Valeurs

Gaika- BASIC VOLUME

Kasai Allstars- Around Felicite

Carly Rae Jepsen- Emotion

Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds- Who Built The Moon?

Anna Ternheim- All the Way to Rio

U2- Songs of Experience

Mônica Vasconcelos- The São Paulo Tapes

Travis Scott- ASTROWORLD

Nabihah Iqbal- Weighing of the Heart

Van Morrison- Versatile

Jim James- Tribute to 2

Criolo- Espiral de Ilusão

Maciej Obara Quartet- Unloved

N.E.R.D- NO ONE EVER REALLY DIES

The Beths- Future Me Hates Me

Maryam Saleh- Lekhfa

Naomi Bedford- Songs My Ruiner Gave to Me

Jens Lekman- Night Over Kortedala

The Spirit of the Beehive- pleasure suck

Tom Rogerson- Finding Shore

Paul Jacobs- Pictures(,) Movies and Apartments

Ariana Grande- sweetener

Rina Sawayama- RINA

Marcel Khalife- Andalusia of Love

Gunter Hampel- Bounce (Live at Theater Gütersloh)

BAYNK- Someone’s EP

Omar Souleyman- To Syria(,) With Love

Blood Orange- Negro Swan

Open Mike Eagle- Brick Body Kids Still Daydream

First Aid Kit- Ruins

Shame- Songs of Praise

Homeboy Sandman- Veins

Playboi Carti- Playboi Carti

Eminem- Kamikaze

Troye Sivan- Blue Neighbourhood, BLOOM

Joey Bada$$- ALL AMERIKKKAN BADA$$

Priests- Nothing Feels Natural

Rhiannon Giddens- Freedom Highway

King Krule- The OOZ

Django Django- Marble Skies

Bon Iver- For Emma(,) Forever Ago

Calexico- The Thread That Keeps Us

Mary Gauthier- Rifles & Rosary Beads

Hookworms- Microshift

Aphex Twin- Collapse EP

Rae Morris- Someone Out There

Field Music- Open Here

Rhye- Blood

Shopping- The Official Body

MGMT- Little Dark Age

Christine and the Queens- Chris

Alela Diane- Cusp

Sonic Youth- Sister

Brigid Mae Power- The Two Worlds

Deafheaven- Sunbather

Various Artists- American Epic: The Collection Disc 1, 2, 3

Rich Krueger- Life Ain’t That Long

Lil Wayne- Tha Carter V

Modern Mal- The Misanthrope Family Album

Rejjie Snow- Dear Annie

U.S. Girls- In a Poem Unlimited

The Orielles- Silver Dollar Moment

Tal National- Tantabara

Marie Davidson- Working Class Woman

Superchunk- What a Time to Be Alive

Brandi Carlile- By The Way(,) I Forgive You

Car Seat Headrest- Twin Fantasy

Loma- Loma

Quavo- QUAVO HUNCHO

Marlon Williams- Make Way For Love

Nipsey Hussle- Victory Lap

Insecure Men- Insecure Men

Kendrick Lamar- Black Panther

Rapsody- Lalia’s Wisdom

Khalid- Suncity

Tracey Thorn- Record

Anna von Hausswolff- Dead Magic

Jinx Lennon- Grow a Pair!!!

Gwenno- Le Kov

Judas Priest- Stained Class, FIREPOWER

Robyn- Robyn, Body Talk, Honey

The Magic Gang- The Magic Gang

Essaie Pas- New Path

Bob Dylan and The Band- The Basement Tapes

The Decemberists- I’ll Be Your Girl

Pistol Annies- Interstate Gospel

BCUC- Emakhosini (Bantu Continua Uhuru Consciousness)

Jack White- Boarding House Reach

Yo La Tengo- There’s A Riot Going On

Sidi Touré- Toubalbero

Lil Peep- Come Over When You’re Sober(,) Pt. 2

The Breeders- All Nerve

The Vaccines- Combat Sports

CZARFACE- Czarface Meets Metal Face

Laurence Pike- Distant Early Warning

Chopteeth Afrofunk Big Band- Bone Reader

Leo Kalyan- The Edge

Hayley Kyoko- Expectations

Tristen- Sneaker Waves

Thelonious Monk- Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Brad Mehldau & Mark Guiliana- Mehliana: Taming The Dragon

Amy Rigby- Til The Wheels Fall Off, Little Fugitive, The Old Guys

BLACKPINK- BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA

Rose Cousins- Natural Conclusion

Nora Jane Struthers- Champion

Lilly Hiatt- Trinity Lane

The Rolling Stones- The Rolling Stones, The Rolling Stones No. 2, Out of Our Heads, Aftermath

MAST- Thelonious Sphere Monk

The 1975- A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

Jhene Aiko- Trip

Don Bryant- Don’t Give up on Love

EMA- Exile in the Outer Ring

Small Believer- Anna Tivel

Vera Sola- Shades

Cardi B- Invasion of Privacy

Darkthrone- A Blaze in the Northern Sky

Sarah Shook & the Disarmers- Years

Goat Girl- Goat Girl

Vic Mensa- HOOLIGANS

Unknown Mortal Orchestra- Sex & Food

Alasdair Roberts, Amble Scuse & David McGuiness- What News

Kali Uchis- Isolation

Wye Oak- The Louder I Call, the Faster It Runs

Migos- Culture II

Hinds- I Don’t Run

DRINKS- Hippo Lite

Alexis Taylor- Beautiful Thing

Jenny Wilson- EXORCISM

#music 2018 #music #best of #christmas

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doasyouwill-blog · 7 years ago

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He Came Back to Her in the Dark: An Inheritance Cycle Story Pt. 2 (Murtagh x Nasuada)

Author’s Note: Considering the fact that I was going to keep this to myself, I am so excited that some of you have read this and have responded. Thank you! And I hope it’s all right, but I am tagging those of you that reblogged and/or commented. If you’d like to be added to the tag list please let me know.

@fictionisalwaysbetter @thebrotherofmany @michael-jinx @piercing-the-valley @nandavore @babewith-the-power @theblackqueen-ofmyheart @blade3429 @murtagh-thorn @dragonheartstring360

I hope you’re in for a sloooow burn, because that’s what (in my opinion) makes sense for Murtagh and Nasuada . Also, I just want Christopher Paolini to come out with his new book...please man, come on! Hence, me writing this, and I’ve had this for yeeaaaars, so it’s been a while Sir Paolini!

If you would like to catch up, please see Part 1 here.

This fic is rated T for thematic elements. I hope you enjoy, and thank you!

Chapter 3: The Dark-haired Rider

One month ago

Murtagh slept fitfully in the dying light of their campfire, sheltered by Thorn’s red wing. The visions dancing before his sleeping mind aroused Thorn from his slumber. With a shout, Murtagh awoke, holding his knife aloft to the throat of some unseen assailant.

The same dream? inquired Thorn.

Yes, answered Murtagh, his exhausted sigh transmuting even through the soundless channel of their minds.

Anything new?

The same sense of dread, the future covered in impenetrable blackness.

Our future has always been uncertain, said Thorn, but my heart tells me this is something more.

I agree…some evil yet unknown walks Alagaesia.

It sets my teeth on edge.

We’ll keep our eyes and our claws sharp then, won’t we, my friend? Always, agreed Thorn.

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Thorn glittered brilliantly like a blood red ruby as he flew against the backdrop of a gray sky. The northern mountains loomed impossibly tall, even at the height which they flew, jagged black spires cleaving the horizon. Despite the ominous nature of their surroundings, the sight gave Murtagh an inexplicable sense of peace and exhilaration.

Shall we dance with the mountains today, friend, or do you wish to walk safely on the ground? jested Thorn. And have you call me a coward for the rest of our days? Never! responded Murtagh, letting Thorn feel his excitement and sense of reckless abandon.

Without another word, Thorn raced towards the dark mountains, a singular flaming arrow speeding towards black oblivion. Thorn roared with ferocious euphoria and Murtagh did the same as they entered the narrow gaps in between the peaks, twisting and diving mere feet, and sometimes inches, away from the mountain range’s razor edge. There was nothing, nothing, Murtagh concluded, that could ever come close to the feeling of flying with Thorn. Murtagh could feel the dragon hum sonorously in agreement. The roar of the wind rushing past Murtagh’s ears eradicated all conscious thought other than the sheer joy of present moment. Pain and sorrow, resentment and uncertainty melted into the blur of rock and stone and their fevered breathing. All he knew was the push and pull of the air, the thrill of being alive, and the touch of the sun warming his wind-chilled face.

After hours of swooping between the sharp, steep peaks Thorn and Murtagh emerged, weary but intoxicated from the thrill of their dangerous dance with the mountains. Thorn landed heavily on the golden plains that stretched for miles around the black spires. Murtagh dismounted with a groan, stumbling to the ground and landing on his hands and knees, his legs sore and his black hair matted with sweat. Still nearly prostrate on the ground, he looked back at the mountains, and feeling more alive than he had ever felt in his whole life, threw his shoulders back to face the gray sky and the dark ridges that extended to the heavens and let out a guttural yell of unbridled triumph. Thorn too, roared with all his might at the black mountains, releasing a magnificent jet of crimson flames, and there they stood, one dark-haired Rider and his red dragon, their exultant bellows echoing around the empty, golden plains.

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Later, in the twilight, Murtagh sat cross-legged amidst the tall grass and listened, stretching his consciousness out to the myriad of life forms that inhabited the seemingly bare lands. He heard a family of rodents eagerly collecting fallen seeds for their winter store, felt their joy as each deposited a massive pile of the day’s takings. He watched a great snowy owl as it swooped over the grasslands, searching for prey, the pangs of his stomach making his vision bright and his beak clack in anticipation of a meal. He felt the rodent family’s subsequent terror as the behemoth darkened the sky with his flight and relief as he passed over them. He listened until he heard no more, and the blood throbbing in his body seemed in perfect rhythm with the pulsations of the earth upon which he sat. Thorn probed Murtagh’s consciousness, the dragon’s familiar mind musical, noble, and powerful, saying, You have come very far, Shur’tugal. The significance of Thorn’s use of the honorific term was not lost on Murtagh. He smiled. My gratitude belongs to you, Bjartskular. Murtagh drifted into sleep to the sound of Thorn’s contented humming.

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The ugly lacerations on the young woman’s back contrasted with her satin skin the color of warm chestnut. Except for a tattered skirt of white linen, her figure was bare. Her trembling arms were wrapped around a stone pillar, with her cheek pressed against the rough column. Moving closer to her, Murtagh watched as a drop of moisture traced a tract down her face. From what was not obscured by shadow, he saw that she was very beautiful, but he could not recognize her. The drop fell to the ground and in the moonlight, he realized that it was blood. The woman shifted and the night’s luminescence lit her features clearly. It was Nasuada. A whip cracked out of the darkness and she screamed, and Murtagh found that it was his own mouth that was screaming in the soundless black.

Murtagh! Murtagh!

He awoke with a jolt, his throat raw, and found the force of his yell still reverberating around the desolate plains.

Thorn! Murtagh cried out with his mind, Did you see—

Yes, responded the dragon, his thoughts perturbed as he reviewed what Murtagh had dreamt.

Do you think—

It could be like what Eragon saw when he knew he needed to rescue Arya— …and that this is happening as we speak?

Murtagh sprang to his feet and began to pace furiously. If his vision proved true, Nasuada was in very grave danger. From whom or from what, he could not tell, but the overwhelming sense of foreboding convinced him that all was not right in Alagaesia. And if so, why has Nasuada been left defenseless? What of Elva? Her friendship with the elves or the dwarves, the Urgals even? What of Eragon? He thought back to when he and Thorn had left. Alagaesia had yet to choose a new ruler and he knew that whoever came into power after Galbatorix’s defeat would be vulnerable to attack from the old regime’s allies. He paused and comprehension dawned on him.

Of course, Murtagh thought, Nasuada must have deposed Galbatorix. The longer he considered it, the more obvious it became to him.

She is a formidable pack leader, said Thorn, but her enemies would be many and the danger would be great.

None would be better suited, agreed Murtagh, but after undergoing torture in Uru’baen…Grief and self-hatred tore at him at the memory of her imprisonment and his hand in it, I hoped she would perhaps leave the grueling and dangerous task of repairing the Empire to someone else.

From what you have told me of her and what I know myself, observed Thorn, I could not imagine she would leave so crucial burden to another.

She is a woman of unmatched virtues. Her sense of duty, intelligence, and strength are unparalleled.

I see why you still care for her, even after all this time.

Thorn’s perception of his regard for Nasuada piqued his irritation some, but he knew it was useless to bemoan the loss of his privacy, even within his innermost feelings. The bond between Rider and dragon superseded such boundaries. Murtagh sighed, and again his mind began to race. Regardless of his affection for Nasuada, if her life was in danger and if she, in fact, was the caretaker of Alagaesia, then the very fate of Alagaesia hung in the balance. Peace, he knew, was a fragile thing especially after a tyrannical reign of over eighty years and without a capable, magnanimous ruler to guide its recovery, Alagaesia was liable to plunge into another war, this time amongst those who seek to gain dominion over the land as soon as the opportunity arose. All that they had fought and died and suffered for would be lost.

Is it time for us to return to Alagaesia, Murtagh? asked Thorn, his tone solemn.

Murtagh turned facing the south while to the east the sun was just beginning to break upon the horizon and the golden plains that stretched before them seemed to be suspended in time, as if the earth itself held its breath in anticipation for the plunge.

Yes, Thorn, said Murtagh, I believe Alagaesia calls us home.

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Murtagh tarried no longer, gathering his supplies and securing Thorn’s harness so quickly that the sun had not yet broken fully from its place on the far point of the plains. Climbing lithely into the saddle and lashing the black scabbard containing Zar’roc tightly to its front, Murtagh sat, his brow furrowed and his limbs trembling with impatience.

Murtagh, said Thorn.

What is it? asked Murtagh, curious at the tumult of emotions Thorn was transmitting.

I am proud to have you as my Rider.

Murtagh grinned and exclaimed, Then let us be off, so that we may be worthy of the name Shur’tugal!

With a roar, Thorn spread his massive wings, beating the air with such force that the grasslands around them flattened and the very air seemed to warp. Within seconds, Murtagh and Thorn were naught but a flaming pinprick of red against the silvery blue sky.

Chapter 4: “Do as you will.”

“Again!”

Nasuada parried Vanir’s blow with as much speed and ferocity as she could muster, her hand and a half sword a silver blur. Her limbs trembling, she looked up and despite herself, grew irritated at Vanir’s apparent lack of exhaustion. He lunged forward with a stabbing motion quicker than the human eye could follow, but this she anticipated, sidestepping it and returning with a slashing blow towards his neck. He dodged this easily and touched Nasuada once on the thigh, eliciting a cry from her and then held his blade to her neck.

“Good,” stated Vanir, as he sheathed his sword, “but you are distracted today.”

Nasuada nodded, sheathing her own sword. “The dwarves are arriving from Farthen Dur. Some new evil has been stalking their lands. Orik himself wishes to meet with me and discuss the welfare of our kingdoms.”

“All this on the eve of Eragon’s Day and Galbarotix’s fall,” Vanir’s usually smooth brow was creased with worry. “The elves too, have sensed a shift in the earth,” he corroborated.

“Do you return for Du Weldenvarden soon?” inquired Nasuada.

Vanir paused before answering her. “I will wait for the dwarves to arrive. I need to hear their account. If the need is great I will scry Queen Arya, but more likely she is within Du Weldenvarden and will therefore necessitate my leaving Iliria to inform her.”

Nasuada thanked him for again taking the time to improve her swordsmanship and then took her leave of Vanir, ending their session prematurely. While she knew she was a more than proficient archer, the number of attempts on her life and direct experience in battle convinced her that mastery of a close combat weapon could only help her. However, Nasuada got the sense that if she continued practicing with him, her rigid mental blockade would falter and that Vanir would inadvertently learn of the full reason for her distraction.

Returning to her chamber, Farica helped Nasuada change out of her sparring attire and into apparel more suitable for attending to matters of state. As Farica tightened the laces on the deep purple bodice, Nasuada couldn’t help but look at the large doorway leading to her balcony in recollection of last night. The memories of it filled her with confusion and some apprehension…

Murtagh, as he stepped into the lamplight, appeared travel-worn and so beset with exhaustion that it seemed that it might topple him at any moment, but otherwise he looked well. He wore a dark red traveling cloak over a leather jerkin, a simple black tunic and pants. His tanned hands were bare, the gedwey ignasia glowing slightly with an iridescent light. His tousled dark hair was longer than before, and he seemed somewhat deeper in the chest and more solid in the shoulders as though he had spent the last few years hard at labor.

Recovering slightly from her initial shock, Nasuada still held up her jeweled dagger. If she was in danger, where was Elva? And her Nightstalkers, faithfully posted outside her chamber, why did they not hear Murtagh, and moreover, his thirty foot long dragon?

As if guessing her thoughts, Murtagh said, “I placed a spell surrounding your rooms. I thought it best if Thorn and I saw you directly.”

Her thoughts racing, Nasuada’s alarm gave way to animosity.

“You had no right to do such a thing,” she said heatedly.

For him to show up on her balcony in the dead of night, after being gone for five years, filled Nasuada with a myriad of conflicting emotions, livid confusion being at the forefront.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, examining Murtagh’s face for any sign of instability or ill-intent.

Seemingly aware of Nasuada’s fury (her eyes were glinting rather dangerously) and unwilling to provoke her further, Murtagh answered promptly.

“I had a vision,” he said. “The sort that you can’t ignore. I believed that you, and the whole of Alagaesia, were in the most grievous of perils. So I came back.” Surprised, Nasuada lowered her knife slightly, though not wholly convinced.

“You came back?” asked Nasuada. She made no effort to disguise her incredulity. “Just like that?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve been in danger plenty of times before you showed up. Only two days ago someone tried to poison me.”

“Of that, I have no doubts.”

“Then what brings you back? Why now?”

“This time is different.” Murtagh’s brow furrowed. “For months, I’ve been having dreams that some darkness was seeking to envelop Alagaesia. And then, one month ago, I saw you, as clearly as you stand before me now, imprisoned and nearly at the point of death. The same type of vision that Eragon had that led him to rescue Arya from Durza.”

Nasuada nodded, recalling Eragon’s strange account. “Even if I were to believe you, and I’m not saying I do,” said Nasuada, “that still doesn’t make any sense. I’m obviously not imprisoned, and as far as I know, not dying. How could that be?”

“I don’t know,” replied Murtagh frankly, his mouth narrowing as he continued to think, “but whatever it means, it was a strong enough compulsion to return here. I’ve studied magic long enough to know that such premonitions bode some ill yet to be discovered.”

Nasuada considered the situation, and then a fearful idea occurred to her.

“How do I know you are truly Murtagh and not some illusion conjured by an enemy spellcaster?” His gray eyes looked back at her. He nodded.

“I would feel the same in your place. Ask me something then, that only I would know, something that you have told no one else.”

“And you won’t try to enter my consciousness?”

“You would know it if I did.”

Adjusting the knife slightly in her grasp, Nasuada scoured her memories and she harkened back to her imprisonment in the Hall of the Soothsayer, their stolen moments, snatches of conversation and companionship amidst Galbatorix’s cruel interrogation.

“Who was the man that I would sneak away to see and what did he show me?”

Though not a crucial piece of information, Nasuada so rarely spoke about herself, let alone her childhood, to another person that this tidbit is one that she knew had only shared with Murtagh.

Murtagh thought for a moment.

“His name was Taganna. You used to run away from your nurse so that he could show you his wares. He sold knives and daggers in the market streets of Aberon.”

At this, Nasuada lowered her knife. “There’s only one thing left to be done then.”

Murtagh raised his eyebrows inquisitively. “And what’s that?” he asked.

“Touch my mind. That is the only way I can be sure once and for all that you are Murtagh and not some clever trick.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his tone uncertain. “If I were to be an enemy spellcaster, it would be almost nothing to force myself within your consciousness.”

“Aye, I know it. But before that happens, I will stab myself and Elva can bypass any magic you have placed around these rooms and alert my guards. They won’t defeat you, maybe Elva might, but at least the people would know that there is danger in their midst. If you are truly Murtagh then I most likely need not fear you and if you aren’t or mean me ill, then I’m already dead.”

Murtagh shook his head in wonderment. “You are as tenacious and iron-willed as I remember you to be,” he said and he couldn’t help as a slight grin of amusement touched his face.

Nasuada extended her neck and looked at him square in the eye. Her expression serious, she said, “Do as you will,” echoing the first moment she gave him her full trust. Seeming to remember the significance of her reply as well, a bright spark illuminated Murtagh’s gaze before he half closed them. Then, Nasuada recited a scrap of verse as a tendril of thought brushed against the solid walls of her mind but did not probe further. As his mind reached out to hers, Nasuada knew without any further doubt it was Murtagh. And yet, gone was the cold black heart of anger that defined his being so prominently when she last touched his mind. Instead, she perceived a fervid red glow over gold-dusted plains, the expanse extending to the farthest reaches of his mind. In it too, she saw with a shock that he still cared for her, his feelings tangled in crimson spirals of confusion and guilt. After a few seconds, Murtagh drew away. When her mind was once again her own, Nasuada opened her eyes and looked up to see Murtagh’s soft gray gaze, his face inches from hers.

“So it is you,” she murmured. Murtagh nodded. For a moment, neither them moved. Nasuada found that she was following the curve of his lips and remembering the heat of them, how they felt on hers the day he left. Almost involuntarily, she felt her head tip back as if to receive his kiss and (was it just her imagination?) Murtagh leaned forward slightly.

However in the next moment Nasuada recovered, drawing in a sharp breath and breaking their eye contact. She turned towards her inner chambers to hide the blush that had risen in her cheeks.

“How inconsiderate of me!” she said, clearing her throat. “You must be exhausted. Would you like anything to eat or drink?” Nasuada thought she saw a slight look of disappointment cross Murtagh’s face, but that could just as easily have been the shadows flickering in the candlelight. He shook his head. His voice was soft when he replied.

“You are very kind, Nasuada. It has been a hard journey and Thorn took nearly no rest. Our sense of urgency was great. He needs to hunt and then sleep.” He paused. “Also, I believe it is best that our arrival remain hidden for now, until we figure out what our next move is.”

Nasuada understood. “There are accommodations for both of you on the east wing of the castle. I will make sure you have everything you need. It is relatively empty and kept ready should Eragon or Arya choose to visit, though I have no idea if Eragon will return—” Murtagh interrupted her.

“Arya?”

“Ah yes, the green egg hatched for her, not long after you…left.”

“And Eragon is gone? Where?”

“He left Alagaesia a year or so after the Galbatorix’s defeat, to raise the dragons and the next line of Riders.”

Nasuada heard a surprised huff from Thorn, spewing out a small flame that nearly lit her curtains on fire. Murtagh too, considered the information with surprise. He met her gaze.

“It seems that we have much to catch up on,” Murtagh said simply.

A deep, musical voice brushed against hers. Familiar with the touch of a dragon’s mind, Nasuada knew it was Thorn and allowed him to communicate with her.

We are glad you are well, Lady Nightstalker. She smiled at the name.

It has long since anyone has called me such, O dragon, she said projecting her thoughts. I am pleased to be reminded of my past self by one as fearsome as you. May you hunt and rest well tonight.

Thorn rumbled, his approval evident. At this, Murtagh bowed to her with a slight incline of his head and mounted Thorn. Looking down from the saddle, Murtagh raised his hand “We will see you soon.”

“Is that a promise?” asked Nasuada, with a note of jest in her voice.

Though he smiled slightly, Murtagh’s expression was as intense as it was inscrutable. He locked eyes with her for that brief moment.

“Yes, it is,” he answered, and before Nasuada could reply they flew into the night sky, Thorn’s wings pushing against the air with the force of a thunderclap.

#the inheritance cycle #murtagh x nasuada #murtagh morzansson #nasuada #christopher paolini

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Come Together pt 7

Bts gang au x hybrid reader and friend

Warnings: cursing as usual, banter, barely a suggestive theme

http://rofics.tumblr.com/post/171297480797/come-together-pt-8-bts-gang-au-x-hybrid-reader-and

I wake up in the middle of the night, something happened in my dream that felt like real life. Jungkook's back is turned to me, still fast asleep. I slowly peel the covers away from my warm body, cool room air kissing my skin. I gently stand up, tip toeing out the door. Everyone one else is also asleep, so I tip toe down the stairs as well. I sniff the air, something's off, there's a didferent scent. I turn the corner and see Eli standing there in the kitchen.

"Brother? Why are you here?" I ask, barely a whisper but he hears me clearly.

"Jax is planning more attacks on you, I plan on exposing myself to your friends tomorrow so I can help you. I can't stay in the shadows anymore. I can't bare to see you getting hurt" he replies in the same volume. Before I can get a response out he vanishes into thin air, now how in the hell does he do that? I sigh, walking to the cabinet to get a glass and fill it with water. I take a sip, keeping the cup near my mouth, breath fogging the glass.

'More attacks huh? That's just crazy..' I think, fingers ghosting over my stomach. 'Maybe having an extra person will help? Eli was also great at hand to hand combat, even better than me. But would he be accepted? They know he's alive..but he has worked with Ayden' the thought continues and I sigh again, dumping the water out into the sink. I dry it off and place it back in the cabinet, turning around to go back to bed.

"Damn Bee, give me a fucking heart attack why don't ya!" I seeth, not hearing her enter. Fucking rabbits are stealthy as shit.

"Sorry..I heard whispering and had to check it out, just doing my job" she replies, shrugging her shoulders.

"I think Eli would be a good addition..especially since he's not evil" Sacha adds as I walk over to the couch, plopping down dramatically.

"Yeah, I just don't know how I'll deal..it's been 10 years Bee, you know how I get around people I haven't seen in a while. He's even my twin for crying out loud!" I mumble, leaning my head on her shoulder so she rests hers on top of mine

"I know Jinx, but maybe it'll be good! He was like my brother too ya know" she adds and I give her a side hug. Sacha was an only child, so we were basically related with how close we were.

"We'll see what the guys think, since Eli would have to protect them as well" I murmur, lifting my head up. She nods, taking my hand as she stands up. We walk back up the stairs, feet making no noise as we part ways. I slip back into bed, snuggling into Jungkook's back as I try to go back to bed. I can't sleep so I just lay there, brain thinking of different ways tomorrow can end.

I must have drifted off to sleep at some point because I was being shaken awake by Sacha. I can be pretty scary if I'm woken up in the wrong way (true story, i hate being woken up by other people)

"What time is it?" I mumble, shileding my eyes from the piercing sun drifting through the blinds.

"It's around noon, I know you didn't get any sleep so I advised Jungkook not to wake you in the morning" she replies, sitting on the edge of the bed. I groan and stretch out my stiff bones, joints popping back in place as I sigh happily. I flop to the side of the bed and kick my legs like a child

"I don't wanna get up..the bedy is coomffyy" I whine, rolling around. Sacha sighs and shakes her head

"Okay, there are other ways to get your butt downstairs" she threatens, and I grin at her. I hold my arms out, wanting her to pick me up. Thin and tall or not, she is a hybrid with extra strength. She places an arm under my back and legs, mine wrapping around her shoulders. I let out a whee as she lifts me up, walking out the bedroom in a bridal style. I start humming the 'here comes the bride' theme as she goes down the steps. When we come into view of the kitchen I strike a pose and laugh. I'm plopped onto my chair and I pout

"That's no way to treat your spouse" I tease, poking my fork at her to which she pokes her tongue out. I dig into my food, chewing happily as we chat. Mid chew I get that weird feeling in my stomach when Eli or Ayden are about to appear and I swallow my food forcefully.

*knock knock knock*

They ring through the house and Sacha stares at me 'this soon?' Her look screams and I send her back a confused eye look.

"I got it" I mumble, pushing my chair out and sucking in a breath. There stands Eli, in casual clothing, splitting image of me. I step to the side, motioning him in. Everyone got curious so they all filter out into the living room. Namjoon wasn't surprised, nor was Jimin since he knew that Eli wasn't a bad guy but the other guys didn't know. Well except maybe Yoongi, dude knows everything. Everything. Eli coughs, clearing his throat

"Hello Bangtan gang, my name is Eli L/N, younger twin brother of Y/N. I know you may think I'm evil but I'm the opposite, I was promised a reunion for working with Ayden. I can also provide extra protection if needed" he introduces with a small bow. I glance between Eli and bts, not knowing what will happen but ready to step in if fists fly.

"It's nice to meet you officially Eli, I'm Namjoon, or RM by my leader name" He replies, holding out a hand that Eli takes in a firm grip.

"Why are you appearing all of a sudden now?" Jin questions, stepping next to Namjoon.

"Simple, for Y/N. I heard what happened with that bear, a maniac but genius witch Jax escaped a maximum security magick prison and has some kind of vendetta against hybrids. And somehow he has something against Y/N as well, hence the attacks everytime you go out. I even have some leads and the same exact skillset as Y/N" Eli defends, inner Malamute coming out. Jin looks at Namjoon, the younger returning an unwavering look. What Namjoon says, goes.

"Yoongi can pull up facts if you need to be reassured. In fact, I think all of you should know the hidden truth" Namjoon speaks, rubbing his temple. I pat his arm, poor guy. We all sit down, Eli standing at the end of the couch.

"The gang confrontation with Tae the first time we met Sacha and Y/N was staged. My father has been behind a lot of the unfortunate things happening. He was the one who helped Got7 kill their families, wanting the power all for himself. He kept eyes on all three of them, thwarting every plan Eli ever had to try and reach out to Y/N. He even payed Jaebum to date Sacha in order to get information out of her, it didn't work of course because our Y/N here is one hell of an obstacle to get by. I think father even had something to do with Jac, but that's just an assumption. Long story short, Eli isn't evil, he only played the part. And I agree to have him help" Namjoon informs, going full on boss mode. I shivered at the site, dude does it pretty damn well.

"So I got my ass kicked for nothing?" Tae questions, face in a frowny pout.

"Unfortunately Tae, but me helping you was genuine! Nobody hurts my cuddle buddy!" I pipe, throwing fake punches.

"If Bee is okay with it, I'm fine with him joining. She is our other protector after all" Hoseok adds, standing next to her. 'Oh. My. Gosh!!!! He called her Bee!!!! The ship has sailed, repeat; THE SHIP HAS SAILED' I scream to myself, biting back a smile.

"Of course I'm fine with it, we grew up together as well. I'm an only child so these two are my siblings" She says, nudging Hoseok's shoulder. My tail wags happily at the sight, they so cute!

"I guess I'm okay with it, but I will use my elder status if you mess up" Jin states, looking at Eli who holds his hands up in surrender.

"Oh you won't have to worry about him if he messes up, I'll take care of it" I warn, putting my fists up again. Jin chuckles and tousles my hair.

"Kook? You okay with it?" I ask, turning to look at him with my best pouty eyes. He stares at me so I turn my ears downwards, the finishing move. He shakes his head at me, breaking into a smile and nods. Sacha sends me a look of disbelief 'that boy is so whipped for you omg' her eyes say and I blush sending her a 'nah, I'm just cute as fuck' look back. She rolls her eyes, the universal whatever. The next few minutes were a bit awkward, us just sitting in silence.

"We don't have an extra room though, I just remembered that" Jin mutters out of the blue and my hand shoots up.

"I can sleep with someone! I don't mind a bit, or someone can sleep with me and move their things into my room" I offer with a smile, tail wagging in excitement.

"I could move into your room and Eli can have mine" Jungkook speaks and my eyes go wide. 'Oh the possibilities..wait brain no! Bad brain, no dirty thoughts!' I think, scolding myself.

"I can agree to that as long as I get Y/N some nights for cuddling, they're the best pillow" Tae chimes in and I smile at him

"Of course! I need my Tae pillow too" I reply happily, I really do love all of this attention.

"Since you're new blood you gotta help Kook move Maple boy" Sacha demands, using Eli's old nickname.

"Holy shit I forgot about maple boy!" I laugh, pointing at Eli to which he pokes his tongue out, ears twitching.

"What's maple boy?" Jimim asks, staring at us as we lose our shit.

"When we were younger, this dumb ass ate/drank a whole bottle of maply syrup to get out of training" Sacha snorts and I laugh harder.

"Coach was so pissed at him, he still had to train!" i roar, tears forming in my eyes, holding my side.

"I've never eaten syrup since" Eli shudders, looking out the window dramatically.

"Oh you're gonna hate pancake day" Hoseok says with a smile as Eli looks at him in horror.

"Namjoon I appreciate the offer but if there's a pancake day I must go" Eli tells the leader jokingly, pretending to get up and leave. He makes Namjoon chuckle, baby bro is just like me! Who wouldn't be able to love a Malamute? Have ya seen one? We so cute and fluffy~ Jin seemed to be the only one unimpressed which made me sad, should I talk to him? The others however, are opening up a lot quicker than I expected. They sure are trusty for a bunch of "gangsters", notice how I put the quote around gangsters.

"Well if I am going to be living here is it okay if I get some stuff? I wasn't expecting to be accepted by you so quickly RM" Eli says with a sheepish grin.

"Namjoon is just fine, only other gangs call me RM" the older replies, returning the smile. Eli shuffles out of the house awkwardly, getting into his car I assume because how else did he get here?

"I'll go get my stuff ready" Jungkook states, getting up from his seat.

"I'll help! Eli will probably be a while, plus I have to my stuff around to fit yours" I add, jumping up. We head up the stairs together, entering our rooms. I walk into the closet, moving my clothes close to each other and placing my shoes in the same area. 'I guess I'll have to rearrange some furniture so he can have a dresser' I think, trying to map out a plan. I'll put mine in the left corner, then place his on the wall next to the closet. I slide the dresser over with ease, walking over to Jungkook's room. He's seperating his clothes on hangers for easy transport. I lift up his dresser and calmly walk back to my room, placing it down gently.

"Wow, that thing is fucking heavy and you moved it by yourself?" Tae asks, leaning against the door frame and I nod.

"Did you forget how strong hybrids are Tae? Do I need to remind you?" I tease, pinching his cheek.

"Yah, I'm older than you" he scolds playfully and I pinch his cheek again, making him fake glare. It doesn't take much time for Kook to change rooms, both of our things merging pretty well.

"Make sure to clean your bed, I'd hate for Eli to find something not pleasant" Jimin teases, coming up the stairs. 'Something unpleasant? What would be..oh, oh! Oh ewwww!!!' I think, face scrunching up

"Tmi guys, tmi" I mutter, shaking my head as Jungkook stares at the ground in embarrassment. (I'm jokingly talking about jizz on the bed)

Eli's car pulls up again, this time right by the front door, that was fast. He came in with a few duffle bags and two suit cases, guess he didn't need any furniture.

"Thanks again, I won't let you down" Eli promises, crossing his heart. I show him where everything is, and who's room is who's. His eyes light up about the arcade, I only learned from the best, and the best is Eli.

"Fancy a healthy sibling rivalry of air hockey?" Eli asks, mischievous smile etched on his face.

"Oh hell yeah! I'm gonna smoke you!" I retort, racing down the stairs into the basement.

"Oh no, those playing games gets very hectic. Watch your genitals and fingers, those always get attacked" Sacha warns, following Y/N down to the basement. You can see them gulp, hands cautiously moving to their privates.

*crash*

"Did you have to hit it that hard??!!!"

"I'm sorry!! I got excited!"

*sigh*

"What have you done Joon?" Jin asks, sounding like an old man.

"I mean, they are Malamute siblings, what'd you expect?" Jimin questions Jin, giving him the side eye.

"I don't know..guess I'm still in denial about the whole uncle kim thing..and about Eli being a good guy" Jin confesses, staring at the basement stairs.

"He's telling the truth, I won't lie, he came to me when I was in the office and I put him through the hardest lie detector tests I could think of, like Hoseok level hard and he passed. We also have Y/N if he acts up" Yoongi says, staring at the oldest who sighs, wide shoulder sagging.

"Okay, I'll try to get to like him. How bad could he be right? Like a different Y/N?" He asks himself

*bang, thud*

"Really?! You're gonna tear the whole place down at this rate!"

"I said sorry!!"

"Why do I even bother?" Jin whines, Jimin patting his shoulder. They walk downstairs into the arcade chaos, the pool table was knocked over and there was an air puck in the wall.

"The puck was Bee's fault!" I declare, throwing my hands up in surrender and she hits my shoulder

"You ass!" She scolds, hitting me again while I giggle.

"The table was Y/N though" Eli snitches and I gasp, pressing my hand to my heart.

"How dare you tell on your own sibling" I sniffle, throwing my head back dramatically.

The night is full of small crashes and apologies, with threats of arcade rights being taken away from the twin trouble makers. That or child proofing everything, both work.

*no p.o.v*

Be prepared Y/N, for this time you will not make it out alive

-Ro! Lighter chapter to get away from the gore! Do you like lighter or darker themes?? Eli ship??? I could def do him and Namjoon~~~ as always i hope you enjoy and thank you for liking this series <3

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fanfic-scribbles · 7 years ago

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20. Costumes

A/N: Sooo…maybe this is the beginning of a bunch of connected drabbles because when I was absently planning out what I might be able to do for the prompts I got a little story thread going. Ahead: some angst, some drama, and eventually some well-earned fluff. Also, I hope you like this one, but if not then stay tuned, I will do better. No joke I tried to write this two other times. I think I threw out about 2k words before I even wrote this beast >.>; Also also: thanks to the lovely people enjoying this/reblogging/liking/commenting. I’m still getting the hang of messaging on Tumblr but I’ll try to reply when/if I can. Writing these every day takes a large chunk of my time, so please forgive my lack of social graces <3

Words: 1758

Warnings: Crowley crushing on Reader. Use of a princess nickname but in a way that doesn’t necessarily denote the reader’s gender. (I hope. I’m trying real hard and will continue to do so.) Pining for Cas and mentions thereof but no actual Cas (gasp).

“Phantom of the Opera” has lied to you.

So has “Labyrinth.”

Masquerade parties are dull as shit.

Case in point: you have found, through the under-appreciated art (Dean) of eavesdropping that this party is at least a third, if not half, attended by supernatural creatures, while the remainder are trust-fund (figurative) zombies. This should be an interesting fact, maybe a little anxiety-making, but you’re so fucking bored that you almost wish a vamp would jump you. At least then you’d get to do something other than itch under your mask, but no.

Your eyes skim over the crowd. You see Dean charming the hell out of two young socialites and the top of Sam’s head, but not who he’s talking to. You sit at a tall table and absently swirl the wine in your glass. It’s probably fine but at a party with such mixed clientele, you don’t tend to take chances with food and drink. Especially considering the people currently throwing the party…

“It is covered by angel warding,” Cas said.

“But this guy’s house is where those things came from?” Dean said, looking at the map.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Cas was edging toward anger.

“That just means we need to check it out even more,” Dean said. “Rich asshole collecting monsters? Why?”

“Private zoo, apparently,” Sam cut in, tapping away on his laptop. “Charlie hacked into his emails, financial records…she’s still sifting through the info but get this: Hugo and Alex Ellison are brothers, inherited a fortune and are basically socialites. They throw parties and show off their money.”

Hugo and Alex haven’t been apart all night. They have a little posse up on a dais and they seem too concerned with their immediate little world to care about the party at large. Unfortunately, security is fairly tight so you also can’t get close enough to see what kind of monsters they are, or if they’re witches. Maybe demons. Because rando rich dudes don’t know the kind of things that make Cas sulk and pace outside.

You puff out some air. Can’t get to the high and mighty revelers, can’t go check a few of the ‘pets’ they brought along, can’t shoot silver into that handsy fucking dog that walked by you earlier. This is turning out to be a total waste of time and you’re about ready to throw in the towel and make a break for it.

You rest your elbow on the table and your head in the palm of your hand. You wish Cas could be here. Not really for protection, because you can handle yourself, but you think he would have looked good. Uncomfortable, but good. A nice fitted suit and bright blue eyes piercing out of an old, ornate mask. You smile at the thought.

Though, hell, even if you couldn’t have Cas looking all dapper, Gabriel would have been nice to have around. Say what you will about him, the guy knows how to make his own fun. Instead, you’re sitting at a table with a very drunk, pretty young redhead who looks like she’s either going to make an important existential observation or get sick all over the table. Both seem pretty repugnant to you right now but at least if she throws up you don’t have to fake politeness to excuse yourself.

“Hey…heeeeeey.” She smiles like she’s only just realized you’re there and you fake a smile back. “Have you seen the ami-al- the an-i-m-a-l-sss?” She giggles. “They’re wild.”

“I’ve heard about them.” Apparently some people –mostly drunk humans, and pretty boys and girls at that– have been chosen to go see the small selection the Ellisons have brought to the event. You’ve been hearing all sorts of animal parts and have sort of tuned it out.

“I only got to see, like, two before I got tossed out.” She pouts and holds up her silver bracelet. “I accidently…well, “accidentally” fell into that cutie Hugo. He fuh-reaked. How was I supposed to know he’s deathly allergic to silver?!”

Hugo is possibly a shifter. That’s interesting, and more than you’ve gotten otherwise. Huh. Satisfied with that tidbit, you smile politely and eye the crowd again for Sam and Dean. This might be enough to get you out of here.

“Hey.” She leans in closer and licks her lips as she eyes you. “What’d’you say we go slip off these masks…and maybe a little bit more?”

“No thank you,” you say and slide out of your seat. The woman, though, has a strong grip on your hand. Too strong, in your opinion, for someone who looks drunk enough to be a floppy noodle. She keeps her hand on yours and comes around the table to sidle up next to you. “Come on, Hunter,” she whispers and flashes her fangs at you. “We could have some fun, and you smell delectable…”

“Oh sweetheart, don’t lose your head,” you say with the sweetest smile you can muster. She snarls. “No sense of humor. Sorry, but that’s why it won't work out between us.”

She grips your hand tighter. “Eating the human guests is strongly discouraged but I bet I wouldn’t be–”

“Oh, hello Love.”

Can this night get worse? you ask yourself and for once you aren’t worried about jinxing yourself. The Monster Zoo somehow getting loose and running amok would actually improve things, in your opinion. You look at Crowley and his bodyguards but your exasperation only serves to make him smile wider. Of course.

“I’m sorry, love, but we’re busy,” Vampirella says.

“I wasn’t talking to you, leech,” Crowley says and looks at her with derision. He flits his hand. “Shoo.”

She growls, but leaves in a huff. You rub your now-sore hand but Crowley quickly steals it and purrs your name before pressing a kiss to it. “I always knew you’d clean up nicely.”

You always tried to be cordial in your dealings with the King of Hell but right now his flirtations are even more annoying than usual. “Crowley.”

“And what is my favorite little hunter doing in a place like this?” Crowley says and takes a seat next to you. You remain standing and keep skimming for Sam or Dean because fuck where are they?

“Just enjoying the atmosphere. And you?”

“Oh, accepting an invitation from a friend. Mingling. Networking. Saving a hunter from a vampire.” He smiles smugly at you. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

You narrow your eyes. “I can handle a–”

“My love I know you can, however, half the crowd is some form of “monster” themselves and the other half hasn’t even had a papercut.” Crowley sips his wine. “All of them are decidedly not on your side should you come back covered in blood.”

You roll your eyes. He has a point. Damn it. “Then thanks. For saving my outfit,” you grumble.

“You’re welcome. You do look quite fetching in it. Now, since you and I are both here and bored out of our respective skulls, fancy a dance?”

“Actually, I was just about to leave. Nice seeing you,” you say as you finally see Sam and Dean. Just as you take a step though you see that they’re being cornered by intimidating guys in suits. Who may or may not be human. Though…why go human when you can get stupidly strong demons or vampires to do the job for you? Your stomach drops.

“Moose and Squirrel have done it again, have they?” Crowley puts an arm around your waist. “You know…I could get them out of here.”

You glance at him. “In exchange for?”

“Oh, I love it when you get right to business,” Crowley says and overacts a shudder. Ew. “I’ll get your boys and you out. In exchange, you will be my date for the remainder of this dreadful party.”

The suited men (or somethings) are trying to drag Sam and Dean away. “For the rest of the party I will be your date. In return Sam, Dean, and I leave here, alive, our souls intact.”

“Let’s seal the deal then,” Crowley says. You try not to think too hard about it when you…ergh…kiss Crowley. It’s just business, it’s just business and God damn it Dean and Sam Winchester you two fucking owe me.

You pull away (and look away from Crowley’s self-satisfaction) and in the next second you’re in between the guards and Sam and Dean.

“Crowley?” Dean says and Sam hisses your name. You sigh and turn to them while Crowley schmoozes with the guards.

“I have to stay for a little while, but you two are leaving,” you whisper.

“The hell you are!” Dean says.

“Well, sort of. It is part of the deal she made to clean up your little mess,” Crowley says and wraps his arm back around you. “You can go hang out at Denny’s with your giraffe as far as I care. Your partner will be out at midnight.”

“Not a fucking ch–” Dean disappears mid-rant, as does Sam, and you jolt. The teleportation thing is something you never get used to.

“They’re with dear Castiel. Shall we have that dance now?” Crowley says and lifts a hand. You brace yourself for the next few hours, and accept it.

The party picks up a little bit and Crowley seems to enjoy having you on his arm, which is a weird thing that you can’t quite figure out, but you go along with it because that’s the deal. He also doesn’t seem to mind you’re otherwise crappy company, and you try to tune out when he talks about souls and deals, though he doesn’t make any while you’re around. You’re grateful for that, because you don’t want to make him get pissed and void the deal.

You’re feeling fairly tired by the last dance but all you can think of is getting home and crawling into bed. And of Cas. Crowley leads the dancing and you wonder what it would be like to dance with Cas. You’d have to figure out how to teach him but this seems easy enough. Cas in his suit and mask, holding your hand. Cas moving with you, moving closer to you…

“Such a shame, Cinderella; your carriage is about to be a pumpkin,” Crowley murmurs and kisses you, deeply. There’s no deal, no joke, and just as suddenly as it starts it stops and you find yourself outside on the street in a lightly drizzling rain, your flimsy coat over your shoulders, wondering what the fuck just happened.

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littlemissnack · 8 years ago

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The Next Generation Part 3 Chapter 3

The story of Albus Potter, Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy, and the countless adventure’s they get into in there years at Hogwarts.

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The bright lights of the infirmary blinded Albus and his eyes began to flicker open. Before he was fully aware of his new surroundings he felt a strong hold around his neck and barely managed to see a mess of orange hair with ribbons in on his chest.

“Oh Albus!” He heard the unmistakeable cry of his sister Lily. The next thing Albus noticed was the grogginess of his head he felt as though his thoughts and comprehensions where made of mist, unable to actually touch but so close.

“Oh, thank Merlin! You gave us such a scare!” He heard his brothers voice and realised his brother was stood by his bedside too. Albus tried to recall how he’d ended up in the infirmary but his memories hadn’t returned yet.

“W…what h…happened?” Albus struggled to get out. James realised Albus was in need of water and instinctively grabbed the plastic disposable cup on his bedside table and helped him drink it.

“Well… I’m afraid you’re going to have to tell us bud…” James sighed as he helped Albus drink.

“Yeah we don’t actually know. The centaurs from the forbidden forest brought you in, they said they’d found you passed out in the forest but other than that they didn’t hear or see anything!” Lily explained wiping her tears of relief away.

“You’ve been in here a week and you haven’t stirred, Madam Lakehurst couldn’t work out what was wrong with you, you had no irregularities or anything, no injuries, nothing. She thought maybe you were under a sleeping curse but when she checked you all over for signs of curses or jinxes she found nothing. It was so strange we didn’t know if you were ever going to wake up again!” James explained. Albus stared from his brother and sister in confusion. Slowly his memories of the man in the forest that had attacked him came flooding back but he realised if he told them all now about him he may have to tell them about his involvement with Morana and he didn’t want anybody else that he cared about getting involved with her.

“I don’t remember… All I remember is going for a walk in the forest … and then nothing.” Albus lied. Suddenly Lily curst into tears and James instinctively wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s all my fault!” Lily wailed. Albus stared at her in shock, still feeling to week to move.

“How is any of this your fault Butterfly?” Albus asked calling Lily by the special nickname he came up for her when they were little.

“Rose said you went for a walk because you were upset about what I said to you that morning. All that stuff I said in the library…” Lily wailed. Albus managed to move his arm enough to beckon her towards him. Lily obeyed and lay down next to her brother.

“Doesn’t mean it’s your fault! I shouldn’t have been in the forest in the first place! It was a silly fight Lily, brothers and sister fight it’s what we do! It’s not your fault I broke the rules and went into the forest!” Albus insisted. The three siblings stayed there silently for a while James using one arm to rub Albus’ shoulder and another to rub Lily’s back. The silence however was broken soon after when the hospital doors opened with a violent slam and in flew Albus’ mother followed swiftly by his terrified looking father.

“Oh my Albus! Oh thank Merlin!” Ginny exclaimed in relief hugging her middle baby as Lily wiped her tears and got off the bed. Harry took to the other side.

“Al! Merlin! Don’t ever scare us like that again!” Harry gripped his son tightly.

“I’m sorry…” Albus started.

“Sorry for what? What exactly happened Albus?” Ginny demanded her mood changing quickly from relief to anger.

“I don’t remember… I just remember going for a walk in the forest and then I don’t remember anything” Albus lied again, he knew he didn’t want to lie to his mother and he knew if she ever found out he had he’d be dead but he didn’t want them involved in any more dangerous stuff.

“The FORBIDDEN forest! Al what on earth would possess you to go there in the first place!? You KNOW it’s forbidden! Do I have to worry about you breaking the rules now as well as your brother and sister?!” Ginny snapped.

“No mum… I just… I wasn’t thinking… I….” Albus nervously tried to string together a sentence.

“Your damn right you weren’t thinking! Why would you do something so dangerous and stupid!?” Harry demanded. Ginny then put a reassuring hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“Honey, I don’t think you can really lecture him about dangerous and stupid… That’s why I do it remember?” Ginny reminded Harry silently about his own escapades in the forest. Harry started to object but looked at the ground defeated.

“Anyway! Now that the shouting’s over and I can’t technically punish you until Christmas…. I’m just so happy my baby’s okay!” Ginny hugged her youngest son again.

Albus was beginning to get tired of repeating the same lie so many times in one day. Madame Lakehurst was sceptical of his telling of events and Albus could tell she didn’t trust him. The headmaster professor Harlow had also quizzed him and had tried a lot harder than Madame Lakehurst to get the truth but Albus stuck to his lie. Professor Harlow couldn’t punish him for what he had done but could still punish him for being in the forbidden forest and so had taken 300 points from Gryffindor, an act than Albus realises would cause his entre house to turn against him, and 10 weeks of detention. The only people Albus hadn’t had to lie to was Rose, Scorpius and Thalia when they had come to visit him. However, he didn’t want to risk Madam Lakehurst or anyone else finding out so he’d simply told his friends he’d fill them in when he got out. By evening Harry and Ginny had left for home wishing their son a speedy recovering and making him promise to write to them and keep them updated. James and Lily, who had barely left his side had gone to the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff common rooms to get some much-needed sleep and it was now just Rose, Scorpius & Thalia left trying to cheer Albus up. The four of them were discussing what Albus’ mother was going to do to him when he was home for Christmas when all of a sudden the doors slammed and before any of them could notice a flash of a blonde-haired girl was running toward Albus. Before Albus could properly note Sienna’s appearance her arms were round his neck in an intimate hug. Albus, who had now regained enough strength to move, put his arms around her waist and could feel her tears hit his gown. Part of Albus wanted this to last forever but soon she pulled away and met his eyes. Albus suddenly felt Sienna’s soft lips as she kissed him on the cheek. He could barely hear Scorpius’ chuckle or Rose’s gasp he was too in awe. When she pulled away Albus noticed tears running down her cheeks but also a flash of complete fury running through her eyes. As he registered her anger he felt a hard palm hit his face with terrifying force. Albus barely had time to register the fact that Sienna had just slapped him when he felt her face in his neck again and heard a sob.

“If you EVER do that to me again I will go mad Albus Potter!” Sienna pleaded letting out another sob. Rose, Scorpius & Thalia all looked at each other in shock and surprise and slowly all rose from their seats.

“We’ll leave you two alone…” Scorpius suggested as he ushered the other two girls out. Albus moved his hands up and down Sienna’s back to comfort her but she just seemed to sob harder. After a while Sienna moved to lie next to Albus with her arms around his chest and his arms around her shoulders.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” Sienna warned. “….I thought you weren’t going to come back!” Sienna winced at the memory.

“I’ll always come back to you…” Albus instinctively responded.

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep… especially to me.” Sienna sighed.

“Do people do that to you a lot… break promises?” Albus asked. Sienna shrugged in response.

“I’m a care kid. Every foster family I’ve ever had has done that to me. They all promise this time it’ll be different. They all promise they’ll stay. They all promise they love me and want me and next you know I’m back in care.” Sienna couldn’t meet Albus’ eyes and she let her guard down to him. Albus lifted her chin until their eyes met. For the first time ever Albus saw real vulnerability in them and could finally understand why Sienna was so cruel and harsh. If she pushed everyone out no one could hurt her.

“Yeah well I’m not here to make false promises. I’m not going to make a promise I won’t keep. I’m in your life Sienna and I’m here until the moment you get fed up and push me out. I’m not going anyway. I’m alive and I’m staying.” Albus insisted. Sienna curled into his chest and the two spent what felt like hours curled into each other’s arms until Madame Lakehurst insisted Sienna leave for bed. Despite everything Albus had been through this past week he went to sleep with the biggest smile on his face.

Albus was kept in the infirmary for another 3 days for observation, and in hopes of him remembering what he was actually doing in the forest. By the end of his stay even his brother didn’t believe him.

“Come on bud! You know I won’t tell anyone! Brother’s code! Just tell me what you were REALLY doing there…” James pleaded as he left the infirmary with Albus.

“I told you I don’t remember! Why don’t you believe me!?” Albus sighed in frustration.

“Because it takes a rule break to know a rule breaker and you most defiantly are a rule breaker! But I gotta say little bro even if you can’t remember what you did to break the rules, I’m still a little proud! All these years of trying to get you into pranking and troublemaking and I thought maybe my trouble gene had just skipped to Lily, I was ready to give up! And then you do this! 300 points from Gryffindor! That’s so impressive! Welcome to the troublemaking family baby bro!” James pretended to wipe a proud tear away and his shook his brother’s shoulders. Albus rolled his eyes and shrugged his annoying brother off.

“I’m not a troublemaker! I ACCIDENTLY wound up going for a walk in the forest without realising and then I collapsed I don’t remember the rest end of story! Now will you please leave! I’m fine I’m going to meet Rose Scorpius and Thalia in the library to catch up on the work I missed!” Albus lied. His brother smirked.

“Whatever you say little rulebreaker! That Slytherin girl going to be there?” James nudged his brother suggestively. Albus’ tried his best not to blush but his entire face went red.

“W...What slytherin girl?” Albus tried to lie but his voice broke in the middle of his sentence.

“Don’t play dumb! The one that kept coming to visit you while you were unconscious!” James teased. Albus’ eyes went wide.

“Sienna visited me while I was asleep!?” Albus asked trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“Sienna huh?” James’ beamed at his brother embarrassment.

“I mean… who?” Albus tried to lie but even he knew it was hopeless.

“It’s cool I won’t tell mum and dad about your little girlfriend. Go have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” James’ laughed as he started to walk away.

“There’s nothing you wouldn’t do! …. AND SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!” Albus called after his brother who was laughing as he walked away.

When Albus arrived at the library everyone was already waiting for him. He was immediately greeted by a hug from Rose.

“It’s so good to see you back on your feet and well again!” she sighed as she took her seat next to Scorpius again. Albus’ eyes met Sienna’s who had managed to regain her tough cruel composure since he’d got out of the hospital and refused to meet his eyes.

“Now it’s just us Al, You have to tell us what happened!” Scorpius insisted. Albus nodded and leaned forward on his chair.

“I was attacked! There was this man, I think he was a muggle, he sure dressed like one, in the forest and I tried to help him thinking he was lost but when I said my name he went crazy! Started talking about how his mistress needed me and my friends and he had to bring me back to his mistress. He didn’t use any magic but he attacked me and threw my wand away from me. I panicked and did the only thing I could think to do, I bit his hand that was covering my mouth so he jumped away and I didn’t have my wand so I couldn’t fight back but then this word come to my head. It definitely wasn’t English. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before but it was all I could think about so I shouted it and he was thrown away like magic. Then I started getting really tired so I grabbed for my wand and then I must have collapsed!” His friends were all on the edge of their seats listening in captivation.

“What was the word?” Scorpius asked. Albus repeated it and they all looked to Thalia.

“Is that… is it Delvinish?” Scorpius asked hesitantly.

“Delvinish?” Rose asked getting distracted by Scorpius’ new word.

“Well I figured since she has her own language it should have a name. Delvinish… like Delvine?” Scorpius suggested, Rose nodded bemused.

“No. That’s defiantly not… Delvinish…” Thalia tested out the name. “But…. It sounds like a word I saw in the journal. One of the ones I didn’t know” Thalia frantically searched her bag for the journal she always kept with her.

“Wait! So there are two languages? … Delvinish and…. Albusese?” Sienna suggested. Scorpius nodded his approval.

“Well if Thalia can’t understand the words that come to Albus’ head and Albus can’t understand the words that come to Thalia’s head then there must be! … Nice name by the way!” Scorpius complimented. Sienna grinned.

“So you did a spell in Albusese without your wand?” Rose tried to wrap her head around it. Albus shrugged.

“Speaking of the journal though I’ve been managing to translate a little bit more. I found a paragraph that talks about 3 sources connected to a person… it was quite confusing and I’m still not sure what it means exactly!” Thalia tried to offer.

“Well done Tha, keep trying to translate all you can.” Scorpius put a hand on Thalia’s shoulder in reassurance.

“Do you think that man, do you think he could have been a servant of…” Rose tried to continue he sentence but it was so dark and scary for her to even think.

“The mist woman. I thought the same” Albus bleakly finished her sentence.

“So we think she’s forming some kind of army of muggles to get us?” Sienna tried to sum up.

“Maybe? I wish we had come kind of a clue as to what she wants, what she’s up to! Why does she need us?” Rose pondered.

“Look right now we don’t have any idea and after Albus’ encounter in the forest it’s far to dangerous to go back to the tomb so I say we all just try to find whatever we can about her here” Scorpius suggested.

“What choice do we have!?” Thalia reminded everyone.

“Let’s just try live our life’s and not think about her. We know she can’t get into the castle there’s too many protection spells, so as long as we don’t leave the castle unless necessary we should be fine. Now I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m STARVING. I’m missing dinner for this!” Sienna tried to be optimistic and cheer the rest of them up. It worked to a degree everyone smiled again.

“Sienna’s right I need food! Come on let’s head down to dinner!” Thalia suggested. Her Albus & Sienna all got up to leave but Rose & Scorpius remained in their seats flicking through some books they’d got while waiting for Albus.

“Coming guys?” Albus asked.

“You go ahead I’m gunna stay here and research for a bit.” Scorpius smiled. Rose looked at him then at her friends.

“I’ll stay with Scorpius, go on ahead” Rose nodded. Sienna shrugged and grabbed Thalia and Albus by the wrists to bring them with her to dinner.

“You didn’t have to do that, you can go to dinner if you want…” Scorpius smiled.

“It’s fine. I’m not really hungry anyway, plus I always feel happier in the library” Rose shrugged. Scorpius chuckled.

“How did we not get along for an entire year when were so similar?” He mused.

“Parents” Rose answered half-heartedly.

“Yeah they tend to ruin everything.” Scorpius frowned in contemplation. Rose studied his face for a moment trying to understand his answer before she spoke

“Is everything okay at home?” She finally asked. Scorpius chuckled.

“Okay and my home don’t go in the same sentence. Nothing’s ever okay there” He joked. Rose looked up at him from her book and turned to face him.

“Something’s different about home now, though isn’t it? I saw you already signed up to stay here over Christmas, you’ve never done that before. Are you okay?” She asked concerned. Scorpius sighed.

“I’m fine. I’d just rather be anywhere but home.” Scorpius shortly replied. Suddenly to Scorpius’ surprise Rose grabbed his hand.

“You can tell me. What happens in the library stays in the library.” Rose joked trying to lighten the mood slightly.

“I’m not ready to talk about it, I haven’t even told Albus yet!”

“That’s fine you don’t have to say anything but, I think whatever your not saying is eating you up inside and I think you’ll feel a lot better when you talk about it.” Rose suggested still caressing his hand. Scorpius moved his other hand on top of hers.

“My mothers gone.” Scorpius blurted out. Rose looked at him in confusion.

“Gone where?”

“I don’t know. I came home for summer and she was gone. Father wouldn’t even tell me for 2 weeks. Then he finally gave me her notes to me and dad. She said she was sorry but she couldn’t stay in a loveless home anymore and she had to get out. She said she didn’t want to be found and would send signed divorce papers through her parents. She told me she was sorry and she loved me but she had to go and she’d miss me every day. Even said I was the only thing keeping her here in the end.” Scorpius recounted. Rose was stunned.

“Oh Scorpius, I’m so sorry!” Was all Rose could think to say. Scorpius shrugged.

“I don’t even care that she left. But why didn’t she ask me to go with her? Why didn’t she take me too?” Scorpius asked to no one in particular.

“Do you think you would have gone with her if she’d asked?” Rose asked curiously

“I don’t know, maybe, depends where she was going. I love Hogwarts it’s my home and I can’t imagine ever going to a new school and leaving everyone. Albus is my best friends and Thalia’s so funny and Sienna’s even grown on me… And you Rose. I can’t even begin to fathom leaving you!” Scorpius blushed slightly not meeting her eyes. “But I hate him just as much as she does! I don’t want to live with him either! Why didn’t she take us to live somewhere else in Britain! Why didn’t she at least talk to me about it first instead of just up and leaving one night. Leaving me with him!” Rose caressed him back comfortingly with her other hand.

“Is that why you’re not going home for Christmas? You don’t want Christmas without her?”

“No. I don’t want Christmas with him. Now that she’s gone he’s barely gotten out of bed. All summer our butlers had to bring everything to him. It felt like there was no one in our big huge mansion but me. I’ve felt lonely before. Hell I’ve spent most of my life feeling lonely in that place but with him not leaving his room and my mother god knows where it was too lonely. Too empty. We have such a huge house and no one to fill it anymore. It was hard. I understand he’s sad she left but he didn’t even take me to diagon ally or my grandparents manor house…. Or hogwarts. I had to take myself to the train this year. I get he’s sad but I can’t spend my Christmas in that house anymore.” Scorpius had tears in his eyes.

“I understand. It must have been hard to loose your mother and father in one summer.” Scorpius nodded in agreement. “For what it’s worth though, you did still have a home and a family. Hogwarts is your home and we are you family. Friends are the family you choose after all! You know you can come to any of us, right? When you feel lonely or sad where all here for you. You can come to me if you ever need to talk.” Scorpius smiled at her as they rested their foreheads together.

“Thanks Rose. Thanks for being so sweet and understanding. Your right it did help to talk about it”

“Hey, I’m always here for you. You can always talk to me.” Rose smiled. Their eyes met and Rose could see a deep gratitude and relief in Scorpius’ eyes. There moment however was interrupted by Thalia who coughed loudly to alert them to her presence. As soon as they noticed her the pair split apart both turning red.

“I just came to see if you guys wanted me to bring you any food up... am I interrupting something?” Thalia smiled slyly.

“N…no.” Rose quickly tried to justify

“We were just researching! We’ll come down to tea with you now!” Scorpius got up flustered and grabbed all his book.

“Researching huh?” Thalia raised her eyebrows at Rose who was scrambling to get her stuff together.

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settingtrends · 8 years ago

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ziam fics for the soul

I’ve read (and reread) loads of amazing fics lately, soooo here are some recs!!! If you read them, please, p l e a s e, please remember to leave kudos and/or comments!!!

Long & Lost by abovetheserpentine

Retrograde Amnesia. Zayn’s learning all kinds of things about the brain and memory, and how the brain accesses memory. It’s interesting – he’s always been silently intrigued by these kind of things, loving to read the Wikipedia articles in his spare time. It’s different, though, when it’s happening to you.

Especially when the likelihood of his memory returning decreases with every hour that he can’t recall anything past July 2014.

Set early 2015.

*it is angst hell but very very beautifully written

Young Gods by abovetheserpentine

This is Liam’s first Grand Slam. He’s eighteen, he’s a wildcard, and he has a thirst to prove himself even if he can't quite believe he's in Australia. Backed by world famous coach Louis Tomlinson, Liam feels like his chances are pretty good.

Then he remembers that twenty-two year old Zayn Malik is back from injury to be a part of the tournament. Suddenly, Liam’s odds don’t seem so good anymore.

Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by eternallyunleashed

In the 18 years he's been alive Zayn has learnt to deal with the insane amounts of anxiety and stress that life threw his way. It was always easy to stay back and pretend he was invisible. After agreeing to Harry's idea of an internship he realizes all his hopes of maintaining a quiet simple life as he works towards Med-school get tossed out the window. Liam Payne enters his life. Zayn can't put a name to all the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to rip his body apart by just being near Liam, but he is certain of one thing. The mere thought or sight of Liam makes him lose the ability to breathe.

For Liam his goal is pretty simple. Ever since he laid eyes on Zayn, who looks like sin in human form with eyes that threaten to rip a man's heart out, he knew he had to have the boy. He needs him more than he's wanted anything in his entire life. Otherwise his red hot desire for the boy might just take him to his death.

Jinx by JoMouse

Famous actor, Liam James Payne, has quit acting at the height of his career.

University student, Zayn Malik, wasn't expecting to see his celebrity crush enter the laundry room of his dorm, but there he is.

Comically by TeamEmma

Zayn is a professor and also renown Comic book writer.

Liam is his nervous, bumbling student who needs this English class to graduate.

Carlo’s Bakery by sunnysideup

Where Zayn can’t bake. Zayn is skint, Liam runs a bakery, Liam has a vacancy in the bakery, Zayn’s best mate can bake, Zayn tells a white lie and this is what happens next.

The Money Maker by deniallisstrong

This is who I gotta pretend to be in a relationship with?” Zayn whines, shaking his head when he sees the crinkly-eyed boy with the buzz cut, the hoodie, the sunglasses.

“You’re no looker yourself,” Liam snorts, squinting his eyes at Zayn as he pulls off his sunglasses. But he’s lying. Of course he’s lying. His cheekbones are sharp enough to cut wood, his eyes bright enough to start a fire. But Zayn doesn't have to know that.

Zayn is perplexed—already—by Liam. He’s sharper, quicker than he expected. With a sigh, Liam slides down his hood, tiredly sliding his fingers through his hair. “Alright, well, let’s get this… thing started. I want it over as soon as possible.”

Zayn wonders suddenly what Liam’s hair feels like, has a strong urge to reach forward and kiss him back into the wall, find his own fingers in the boy’s brown hair.

Zayn's lying, too. But Liam doesn't have to know that.

(Or a fake relationship AU where Zayn struggles to hide his fond for Liam, and maybe--just maybe--Liam has the same problem with Zayn)

Viva La Vida by iambluehead

In which Liam is not a princess, but needs saving anyway; everyone is just a pawn in a dangerous game of politics and brutality he’s not sure anyone knows how to play; there’s more than one side to everything and maybe no right side to anything; and you can find and love and learn to live without people even after you’ve lost them. And instead of a princess that needs saving, there might be a boy who never needed anything, except maybe something worth dying for.

(Or, Liam is the crown prince of England who gets kidnapped by rebels and finds out that the world is a big, ugly place full of beautiful, broken-up people who may never get a happily ever after, no matter how hard they try.)

For All the Stars We Cannot See by iambluehead

Zayn grins sheepishly, the light hitting his face and making him squint, his fingers curling around the strap of his bag and his other hand rubbing at the back of his neck, a habit of Liam’s own that he recognizes on the other boy. “Yeah,” he finally says. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Yeah,” Liam says, letting out the breath that he’d been holding in his lungs until it burned. “Yeah, see you then.” The door slams shut, and Liam watches him walk up to his front door, wondering what would have happened if in that moment, he would have just leaned forward and— “The boy’s in bloody love with you,” Louis says bluntly, pulling away from the house and slamming around a corner at the speed of light. “You should get over your fear of everything and just kiss him already.”

(This is the high school AU where Liam plays football and is afraid of failure until someone puts Zayn in his life and he learns to be brave. There’s music Liam’s never heard of, eventful rides home from school, and drunken toasts to the stars they can’t see from Wolverhampton.)

Slow and High Tempo by zipplekink

"I just want you, Liam," Zayn whispers, skating his lips across his. "Can I?" Liam's lips part more as Zayn's do, exhaling slightly as Zayn's words sink in. He doesn't understand what they mean, but he knows he meant it when he said Zayn could have anything he wants.

His eyes flicker open to stare up at Zayn's dark ones, filled with a warmth that seems to consume Liam as he waits for him to respond. "Yeah, babe."

Through the summertime, winter, spring, and fall by zipplekink

They change with the seasons, burning bright during the summer and biting cold during the winter, but that feeling of being in love Zayn found in the summer clings to him through it all.

Tunnel Vision by scottmcniceass

In which Zayn is an award-winning popstar with a knack for getting himself in trouble, and Liam is the bodyguard he didn’t want to hire who has a few problems with staying professional.

Double Standards by rorz94

it doesn’t have a description but Zayn is a secretary at Liam’s company, basically. A really good read!!

It’s Always Darkest Before The Dawn by historyziam

At a time in his life when Zayn thinks he has forgotten what genuine happiness feels like, Liam comes into the picture and changes everything.

*read the fic’s tags before ya read it

(never) how it should have been by zizizrites

In which Zayn has a park to oversee, Liam is the raptors’ whisperer, Harry and Louis are the bickering computer techs and Niall accidentally creates a Holyshitosaurus.

kill monsters in the rain by blackwayfarers

A story where Liam can't get over how great Zayn is at singing and drawing and pretty much everything, how just being near Zayn is enough to make Liam's life a hundred times better, how lucky Liam is to have a best friend just as dedicated to pretending to be a superhero as he is.

we are the quiet ones by englandziam

Zayn feels invincible, in the midst of this small town with a couple of best mates and literature students who seem to get him. He misses home but as every day approaches these people feel less like strangers and more like family.

(Or a University AU where Zayn is an English student and Liam is the football captain).

you can coax the cold right out of me by loveontherocks

“Give me a week.”

Zayn raises his eyebrows. “What?”

“Give me a week,” Liam repeats. “Seven days. Just come hang out with us and let me show you what we do. Please? If by the end you still hate us and everything we stand for, then I won't stand in the way of your petition. Just let me show you.”

“A week?” Zayn asks. “That's it?”

It's a good argument. Seven days and he can meander around hungover college kids and make a list of all the reasons Greek Row shouldn't continue.

Nodding, Liam reaches out his hand to touch Zayn's arm. Zayn doesn't brush Liam off.

“Alright, fine. One week, Liam. And I'm not easily amazed, so I hope you've got something interesting to show me.”

Laughing, Liam rescinds his hand from Zayn's forearm and shakes his head. “I think you underestimate us, honestly. But just you wait.”

or; zayn drafts a petition to shut down the frat houses, but liam convinces him not to.

Once For Everybody Who Got Left Behind by pukeandcry

Liam doesn’t know how to wrap his head around this, because the question shouldn’t be -- the question should be how is there a ghost in his room, not whether or not he’s done something to offend it. “Well, like. I might’ve told him that ghosts don’t exist?”

“Oh, no, he doesn’t like that,” Louis says.

(or, the AU where Zayn is a ghost, and Liam moves into his attic).

When we meet on a cloud by retts

'By the way, Liam, Zayn here is your biggest fan. He’s a total fanboy. Practically lives in your tag on Tumblr, he does.'

Zayn is going to kill Louis.

Picture Perfect by zayniekins

Inspired by Liam and Zayn mirroring each other's selfies.

Aka the one where Liam discovers Zayn's Instagram by accident, tries to copy some of his poses, gets caught which initiates a selfie war and the fluff and smut that comes in between.

i’ll see you down the line by blurrychildren (roadside)

AU where Zayn works in the snack shop of the local skating rink and Liam’s a hockey player (worse, an attractive one).

Be cruel to me (’cause I’m a fool for you) by frenchkiss

“Baba, can I get the same job as Leeyum when I grow up?”

“If you want, flower,” Zayn snorts, ruffling her hair fondly. “Liam here can teach you.”

“Oh, no, I can’t have someone who could potentially love penguins more than me threatening my job,” Liam says in a fake-serious tone. “I mean, Raani here even has a t-shirt and I don’t think I can compete with that.”

“No, no, Leeyum, I won’t steal your job,” Raani shakes her head hurriedly. “I’m only five, I don’t think I can steal your job until I’m old.”

Or the one where Zayn is a stressed out single dad, Liam might just be what he needs, Louis and Niall are always happy to babysit and Harry's a loud snorer.

#ayyyyyyyyyyyyyy #i hope i didn't fuck anything up #also zayniekins got some shit that sounds good af *side eye emoji*#i put links to authors i've read before and know for sure there's more good stuff if you're wondering #why some are linked and others aren't adlfkjadfl #but i could fix that if anyone wants #i hope y'all enjoy #like i think i've rec'd some of these fics before but i reread them so why tf not #plus i loved a lot of these loads #also i miss blue #her fics are sososososososo good #ziam fic

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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 years ago

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My Queen

Characters: Dean x Reader, Celeste (reader’s sister), Travis (reader’s ex boyfriend)

Word Count: 2,311

Warnings: Mentioned of abuse in relationship (very minimal), a little angsty, but Dean fluff at the end

Summary: You haven’t seen your sister in years so you and Dean pay her a visit. What happened when she’s dating your ex boyfriend?

A/N: I know I’ve been completely disregarding my responsibility as a writer and I apologize for that. I’ve been stressing over school and work but things have simmered down enough. All I ask from you guys is to send in requests. None of the fics I have written were requested and I am running out of ideas on my own. Please send in what you want to see written!

Growing up, you and your sister were inseparable. You always told each other your secrets, stole makeup and clothes from one another, talked to each other about boys and drama, and always had a bond that was unbreakable. However, as you grew older, she turned into this other person that you didn’t recognize.

She started going to parties, getting drunk more often, smoked a cigarette or two, and was transforming into a girl you didn’t know. Of course, you told each other everything still but it was like you were losing that bond with each and every day that passed.

It wasn’t until you started hunting that you did everything together. Yes, she knows about the supernatural because you couldn’t keep her from not knowing but you could keep her from hunting alongside you.

You were glad that she didn’t want that life and decided to be extra help with research if you needed it. You wished that you knew how to fight like you did now for when you were kids but now you could really put her in her place thanks to the Winchester brothers.

They taught you everything you knew about combat and firing multiple guns and also other weapons. You knew how to fight a little and you’ve been shooting before but this time, it was different. They really knew their stuff around weapons. You didn’t know where you would be if it hadn’t been for Dean Winchester saving you. Before you met them, you and your sister lived together and tried to make just enough money to pay rent. You were the hardworking sister while she could barely hold a job.

You had gotten sick and tired of her shit that you decided to be on your own and let her deal with her life by herself. You were tired of holding up her weight. She needed to learn that what she does have consequences. After you left her, you didn’t know where you were going and decided to spend a few nights in the nearest motel.

That was the worst, yet, best decision you could ever make. Good, because you met the love of your life but bad because a demon was going around motel rooms and possessing people or trying to make deals.

You were relaxing one night until all of a sudden, you heard someone knocking on the door. You opened it and the next thing you knew, you were knocked out. When you came to, you were awake and alive but you weren’t in control of your body. It was like someone pushed you out of the way and had taken hold of you.

You didn’t know what was going on since you didn’t know about the Supernatural at that time. You watched yourself do pretty horrible things including killing someone, stealing, and fighting off two very attractive men.

They started to exorcise the demon but that didn’t change the fact that you killed a person and participated in criminal acts. They tried to assure you that it was the making of a demon and from one look at them, you knew that they weren’t lying to you. You immediately trusted them because you instantly felt safe around them.

They offered to help you get back to where you lived but you told them that you had nowhere to go. The taller of the two, which you came to learn was Sam, offered to let you live with them until you figured out your situation.

The shorter one, Dean, was reluctant but agreed to help you. So you went with them and stayed at their Bunker for a couple of days until you found their shooting range. You saw a gun on the counter, just taunting you and you couldn’t resist in picking it up and shooting the targets ahead of you.

Both Winchesters heard you shooting and went to investigate but stood shocked at what they saw. Apparently Dean was the one who saw potential in you and asked if you wanted to learn more. Before you knew it, they were teaching you everything they knew and sooner or later, you were hunting with them.

Not long after that, you started talking to your sister again and learned that she actually turned her life around and was dating someone. She was happy and you were happy for her. You didn’t know who she was dating but that wasn’t the point.

You told her that you were dating someone too. You told her all about how you met Dean and what they did. You made her promise not to tell her boyfriend or anyone she knew and she agreed. Somethings never change between you two and you were grateful that she would still keep all of your secrets.

You fell in love with Dean from the moment you met him and your relationship blossomed into more and from that moment on, you never wanted to let him go. That was a year ago and you thought it was time for him to meet your sister since you always talked about her.

So that is what you and Dean were doing. You two were in his beloved Baby and on your way to see her and her new boyfriend.

“Dean, I have to give you a few warnings about Celeste.” You turned to look at him but already saw him staring at you.

“What about her? Is she going to murder us both?” He joked.

“Dean, I’m serious, she doesn’t think before speaking so she may come across as a jerk but I promise you that her intentions are good; at least I hope they are. She isn’t really independent but I’m happy that she told me about this new boyfriend of hers and you need to keep your eyes on the road.” You sighed to yourself. Dean nodded and chuckled, looking away from you and at the road.

“I’m sure I can handle her. Plus, we’re only going to be there for a few hours anyways. What harm can she do?” You bit your lip in worry, not wanting to jinx it. You and your sister were talking and acting like you were younger but there is this sense of hostility between you two.

"Still, I think it's a good idea to warn you." Dean put a hand on your thigh and you looked at him with worry.

"I think I'll be alright as long as I have you by my side." You blushed and smile at him. The rest of the car ride was silent and you arrived at her house in less than 10 minutes. You got out of Baby and made your way to the front door, knocking on it. You were preparing yourself mentally when the door opened to reveal someone you haven't seen in such a long time.

"Travis?" Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at your ex-boyfriend.

"Y/N, hey." You saw your sister from behind the douchebag. All of a sudden, you got memories and flashbacks to the time you two were together.

"Travis! I'm just going out with a few friends. Why are you always so possessive all the time?! You know me and I would never cheat on you." You rolled your eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me. You're not going out and that's final."

“You know, you’re not my dad. You can’t tell me where I can go and who I can be with! Ever since we started dating, you’ve been acting like a real bitch sometimes.” Travis growled and raised his hands. You expected the worst and closed your eyes, only to jump when his fist connected with the wall.

"Don't ever call me that again, you understand me?" You nodded out of fear and he stormed off, probably to get a beer or some type of alcohol.

Travis never hit you but every time you pissed him off, it would look like he would. Ever since that first scare, you had trust issues and he basically kept you as his personal housekeeper rather than his girlfriend. You tried to get out but when you mentioned about breaking up, he would get one of two ways.

The first way would be really angry and he would usually break stuff, expecting you to clean up his messes. The other way, he would get all vulnerable and beg to change (which he never did) and you fell for that every single time he did it.

One day, you had enough and when he was out with his friends, you gathered what little you had and left. You changed almost everything you had including your phone to your credit cards to even your clothes. You didn’t want him finding you, yet here he stood.

"Who's Travis?" You heard your current boyfriend say from behind you.

"Travis is my ex-boyfriend." You glared at him which didn't seem to affect him. Celeste let you inside their house and you stalked past her, glaring at her as well. She seemed to be affected by this the most and coward inward.

"Celeste, can I talk to you for a moment?" You shot a look over to Dean before disappearing with her into another room.

"Look, I know how it seems..." Celeste started to say.

“Yeah it seems bad! You were the one person who knew we were having problems. I came to you, every night, crying because I couldn’t go out and hang with my friends. I lost some pretty important people because of him and you know this. So why are you dating him?” You looked at her with hurt eyes. You were hurt that she would do this.

" We love each other and he's changed since you two broke up." Celeste tried to defend herself.

“Do you not remember what he did to me? I’m surprised that he never hit me. Celeste, you are my sister, and I love you but do you honestly think this is a healthy relationship? He wasn’t a good man to me and he may seem like he loves you now but you don’t know that he’ll stay that way.”

"Y/N, I know what he did and that wasn't okay but he's changed now and if you just go out there and give him another chance, you will see." She pleaded.

“I’m sorry but I don’t ever want to be near that man no matter what. If you want to keep seeing him, that’s your choice and I can’t stop you. But I won’t stay here and watch him strip whatever good that is left inside you.” Celeste knew what he did to you and actually helped you out of it.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Dean and Travis were sitting silently in the living room.

"Hey so why is Y/N so upset?" Dean asked Travis. Of course you couldn't tell him what he did. If you mentioned even the smallest of things to Dean, Travis would not be alive at the moment.

"We used to date." Travis put it vaguely.

"Yeah? I see some of my exes and I don't see them running away and yelling." He couldn't hear what you said but he did hear you yelling at your sister.

"We didn't end it on good terms." Travis wouldn't look at Dean. Immediately, Dean thought of what Travis could have done to you and he glared at him.

"What did you do?" He asked calmly.

"What makes you think I did something?"

"Because she wouldn’t have been so upset at the mere sight of you. So I'll ask again, what did you do to her?" Dean got up and looked over Travis who got up as well. Dean was bigger than Travis and taller but Travis didn't seem affected by this.

"It isn't really any of your business but if you really want to know, she had a hard time following orders."

“Are you telling me that you treated her like garbage?” Dean assumed.

“I’m not saying that. I am saying that I am surprised she’s with you. With after how we ended things, I was sure she would be dead.” Travis was only saying that because he knew it made Dean angry. That was one of Travis’ many problems. He loved to provoke people and get unnecessary reactions out of people.

"You are so lucky we are at her sister’s house because otherwise, you would be on that floor with a bloody nose and I’m putting that lightly." Travis was about to say something but one of the doors opened to see you with a hurtful expression on your face.

“Let’s go, Dean, I don’t want to be here anymore.” You walked to the door and Dean happily followed behind you. You didn’t dare look back as you got inside of Baby. Dean started the car without another word and left. About halfway home, he pulled over to the side of the highway and turned off the car. He turned to you with concerned eyes.

"Are you okay?" With one shake of your head, he was pulling you onto his lap.

"Seeing him brought back all those unwanted memories." You sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry." Dean being Dean, he naturally blamed himself for this.

"Don't be Dean. Leaving him was the best thing I ever done because I met you. I met the love of my life." You leaned up and pressed your lips to his softly. He kissed you back and held you close; afraid you would leave him if he let go.

"I promise to always treat you like a queen. You deserve the best and I will do my best to give it to you." Dean promised.

"I wouldn't want anything more." You whispered before kissing him back. Let's just say you were a few hours late arriving home.

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