#and I sprayed the hall outside our door yesterday

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[ritualoftheancients]

Ritual of the Ancients Chapter 7: BANG!

by Roan Rosser

This is a chapter of a complete vampire novel with a trans-masc main character and a gay romance subplot. New Chapters are posted every Sunday. If you like the novel and want to support the author, ebook and paperback copies can be purchased here.

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I followed Jack back out to the reception area. “So, Everett Boesch?” Jack asked, approaching the desk. “The guy I called about yesterday from my apartment building.”

“Police were called about an attack in front of the building, and found a dead body,” Dave said without looking up from his monitors, continuing to clack away on his keyboard as he talked.

I furrowed my brow. “But the attack happened outside, so why search inside?”

Dave ignored me and kept talking. “Turns out, the girl killed was the roommate of the guy you asked me about. Anyway, what I want to know is, what is your interest? Doesn’t really seem like our gig.”

“Like I said, that was why I was late to work yesterday, and I was curious.” Jack tapped the counter and shot me a glance that I took to mean “be quiet”. “Just curious, that was all.”

“How the heck did this make you late? You don’t even live on the floor where the body was found.” Dave took his hands off the keys and spun away from his monitors to stare up at Jack. “And was this really important enough for you to come in on your day off?”

Jack gave Dave a little half-smile and slung his arm around my shoulder. I couldn’t stop from blushing at the contact. “Naw, came back to pick up this one.” He let go of me, but I wished he hadn’t. “To give a new shapeshifter a little night out on the town. Just thought I’d get the scoop about my apartment building on the way out.”

“You want to spend your free time with the newbies, fine, have fun.” Dave rolled his eyes and went back to his monitors. The exit door behind us buzzed as Dave unlocked it.

“The cute ones, sure.” Jack grinned and winked at me, and my embarrassment deepened. Jack went over and pulled open the door before the buzzer ended. “After you, sir.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, trying to keep the stupid grin that I felt bubbling up off my face. I stepped out the door onto the porch, glad I had an excuse to hide my expression from Jack.

The crack of a gun shattered the silence of the night, and it felt like I had suddenly been punched in the chest. I gasped and fell backwards.

Blood sprayed up from my chest in an arc.

Jack caught me, a line of my blood bisecting his face.

I tried to speak, but blood burbled out of my mouth instead of words. Jack dragged me back inside, slamming the metal security door behind us.

Dave tore off his headset and rushed out from behind the reception desk. “Shit, he’s been shot.”

Jack laid me out on the floor and then put both hands over the wound, putting pressure on it. My chest didn’t hurt, much. I’d have thought a gunshot wound would have hurt more. I felt disconnected from my body, and my limbs didn’t seem to want to obey me.

My fingers twitched, and my heels drummed on the floor as I fought to move. My blood, pooling beneath me, stuck to my clothing, soaking into my shirt and khakis. I felt my fangs descend to prick my lips.

A red-headed woman burst into reception hall. Her face was so pale her red freckles stood out like marks of paint.

“Dave, activate the security perimeter,” the woman snapped. “Put your headset back on and watch the cameras while Ted and Zoe hunt down the shooter.”

Dave scrambled back to his chair while the red-haired woman whirled toward Jack and me. “Jack, how is he still alive? He was shot right through the heart.” She fell to her knees next to Jack. “Wait, those are fangs.”

Jack grimaced, glancing up at the woman. “Stacy, I might have lied about him last night. He’s a vampire, not a shapeshifter. He’ll be fine once he gets blood back in his system.”

Stacy sighed and stood back up. Blood stained her perfect pencil skirt. “I’ll go get the stock then, but you better have a good explanation for this, Jack.” She turned and stormed away.

Something jumped in my pocket against my leg. That was the pocket I’d put the amulet in. Luckily Jack didn’t seem to notice, too focused on keeping pressure on my gunshot wound.

My head pounded and my thoughts grew fuzzy. Still keeping pressure on my chest, Jack leaned toward me. “Just hold on, Everett. Stay with me!”

His warm face was so close, the vein on his neck pulsing with a delicious, pounding beat. I jerked my head up, snapping my teeth at the snack leaning over me. Jack pulled back quickly, as if he’d been expecting my reaction.

Dave was talking quickly to someone on his headset, but I was too out of it to make sense of what he was saying.

A few minutes later Stacy’s heels came clacking back, holding another of the red plastic squeeze bottles. By now I was thrashing against Jack’s weight, and Jack was doing more to try and hold me down than to put pressure on the wound. Jack was my friend, and I didn’t want to eat him, but it was like I had only partial control over myself.

Stacy upended the bottle over my mouth without ceremony, and I greedily gulped it down. Like before, the blood was only lukewarm, but this time it tasted like the best thing in the world. After a moment I stopped fighting against Jack’s hands. Jack let go of me and sat back.

My chest tightened, and I felt a popping sensation. A bullet clattered to the floor and I sat up, gasping for breath. I hadn’t even realized I hadn’t been breathing until now. I was still very thirsty, but I was back to myself enough to be able to retract my fangs.

“Are you okay?” Stacy asked, hands on her hips, her mouth a tight, thin line.

“I think so,” I stammered, putting a hand to my chest to feel where I’d been shot. There was still a hole through my T-shirt and binder, and I was covered in blood, but my skin was unbroken, as if I’d never been shot.

Dave raised his voice. “Zoe and Ted found the shooter’s scent, but lost him at the highway.”

Stacy glanced back at Dave. “Thanks. Tell them to come back. If he got to the highway, he’s gone.” She turned back to me. “Now explain.”

“Someone’s after Everett.” Jack sat back on his heels and groaned. “They don’t know he’s a vampire—” He picked up the smashed bullet and tossed it to Stacy, who caught it with a snap of her hand. “—yet, obviously, and I’m trying to keep it that way.”

Stacy brought the bullet up to her nose and sniffed it. She made a face. “You’re right. Not silver. Why not tell me, at least?”

Jack grimaced, opening and closing his mouth a few times. I glanced at Jack, and then at Stacy. She was so pale, paler even than most red-heads. Right, Jack had said she was a vampire. One of those that he didn’t trust.

Finally, Jack managed to spit some words out. “I’m sorry, Stacy. He’s new in town, and hasn’t told anyone he’s here. I don’t know all the vampire rules. I didn’t want him to get in trouble, but I also didn’t want to give the people hunting him a chance to find out what he really is.”

Stacy put her hands on her hips and glared at Jack, and then me. “Fine, I guess I can see where you were coming from. Still, he can’t stay here, you understand?”

“Yes, got it.” Jack nodded vigorously. “I wasn’t planning for him to. I just couldn’t have him spend the day at my apartment building with it crawling with cops. We were on our way out when he got shot.”

The front door buzzed, and then opened. A big, black wolf came inside, accompanied by a tall, pale man that I assumed was Ted.

“I didn’t smell anyone else around, and the man who shot him is long gone,” the wolf said.

The wolf came up to me where I was still sitting on the floor, trying to catch my breath, and I flinched.

“It’s Zoe,” the wolf said. “I met you earlier.” With me sitting on the floor, she loomed at least a head taller than me.

I froze, unable to react as I stared up into her amber eyes. The doggie smell was stronger than before, nearly overwhelming. I wrinkled my nose and swallowed, heart pounding. My fangs came down unbidden. Zoe leaned down to sniff at my head, and I curled my lip to show her my fangs. I don’t know what had come over me, but I couldn’t help but react to how close the werewolf was to me.

Zoe responded by pulling her lips back and flattening her ears. We stared silently at each other from inches away.

“You smell like blood,” Zoe growled.

“You smell like a wet dog,” I shot back, not breaking eye contact with her. Zoe narrowed her amber wolf eyes and let out a low growl.

“Hey.” Jack grabbed the scruff of Zoe’s neck and pushed her away. “Both of you, calm down. Zoe, you know better than to get close to a vampire in your wolf form.”

Zoe shook her head, snapping at Jack’s hand before backing away with a huff and trotting away.

Stacy shook her head and gestured to the blood-splattered floor. “Well, they think they succeeded. That’ll give you time to get out of here.”

“Thanks, boss.” Jack stood and wiped helplessly at his bloody jeans.

“And for god’s sake, you both change before you leave. Take clothes from the shapeshifter stash.”

“Wow, Stacy, that’s—” Jack began.

“It’s coming out of your pay.”

“—so generous,” he finished with a grimace.

“Of course.” Stacy waved a hand, heels clacking back away. She opened the door to her office and stopped to look back at Jack. “Enjoy your day off.” The door closed firmly behind her.

I took the sweats and went to the bathroom to change.

As I was changing I caught sight of myself in the mirror and noticed something I hadn’t yesterday. My throat had a red scar across it that hadn’t been there before. I traced it with my finger and got a flash of memory. An arm grabbing me from behind, a sharp pain in my neck. I shuddered and turned my back to the mirror.

My pants looked like the sides and back had been dipped in blood, except for a perfectly round clean spot exactly around where the amulet had been in my pocket. That was… odd.

As an experiment, I set the amulet on the still-wet blood coating my binder. The amulet sucked up all the blood it touched, leaving a pristine circle in the middle of the gore.

That would have been a handy way to clean my binder, if it didn’t have a giant hole though the center of the compression layer.

The amulet was magic—it had to be—but I was still reluctant to tell Jack about it. He’d want to know where I’d gotten it, and I wasn’t ready to confess just yet. Jack seemed like a good guy, but I still wasn’t sure how he’d react to finding out I was a thief working for the mob.

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What am I to do with myself after the course finishes?

In the dream, AJ and I are sitting on swinging computer chairs and having a conversation. I am asking him what is wrong and he says something to change the topic whilst turning his chair away from me but I reach out with my hand and I swing his chair back, almost pinning him to the spot so he can’t escape and I say you’re always so evasive and then I say what’s wrong and he says yesterday he had a fight with his gf and it was about me. He says his gf thinks that by hanging out with me he is trying to be a hipster. I feel the energy of what he is trying to tell me more than I am registering his words. I can feel the energy of the fight they had. There is this feeling of accusations being made, blame, jealousy and insecurity. Then I ask him ‘this happened only yesterday?’, since in this dream I had gone over to their house a week ago. I am wondering if he is lying about the timing of it. I then realise that my intuition had been right all along, and that this was the reason why the last time we saw each other, the energy had felt very disconnected and awkward. I start to feel like did something wrong by coming over, I felt guilty. Then I realise we are alone at his house and the lights suddenly turn on and he says his gf has just come home and he gestures that I need to leave though the back door and leave through the backyard. I am panicking as I scurry away as I’m not sure how I’m going to make it outside without her noticing. It felt like this conversation was really happening.

We are at Kari’s house and she has a lovely, cosy, farmstead style house and at one point there is warm water spraying on the ground of a room we are in and we are dipping our feet in it. It is a weird feature of the house but it is so nice to feel the water against our skin. The water is jetting out from some outlet on the wall and there are puddles forming on the ground.

I am in a lecture hall sitting next to someone that I know from TAFE, I think Kari and we are waiting for class to start. We are both wearing mood rings and we are holding up our fingers to compare them. There's no particular colour on them, it is the colour that they would be if no one was wearing them but for some reason I feel that mine is different even though they are the same shade. Mine seems to have some black specks in it. Then a bunch of Asian girls enter into our row of seats and turn their backs to shuffle through to get to the seats positioned in the middle. One of them is UH and I don't think she notices me at all. I am kind of shocked to see her. When she goes to sit down a few seats along from me, I think about calling out to her to let her know I am here but I don’t bother, I just leave it. There is nothing coming from her. Then there is a boy's voice coming from behind me that reverberates throughout the lecture theatre and I realise it’s probably AJ's voice. I am relieved that he is here but then as I continue to tune into that voice I realise it’s not him and I’m disappointed.

I am going to the mall to the food court section to get some food and I can feel that somebody is following me and then whoever it is catches up to me and it is SB. I am trying to decide which café to get my coffee from. I am trying to tune into the baristas to get a feel for who would be better but I don’t feel anything from any of them. There is a little hip café where the baristas look older (middle-aged) and serious that is also serving some kind of sweets and a larger island café that is more generic-looking (like it's a chain) but the baristas look young and indie. I’m still deciding where to go.

[magicofsimplestories]

Supernatural 2.0: #17 Strangerville. Salvation

[Back to Foreword and #1 Meet Kira or #16 A Hunt]

The three of them spent their next morning in the Lab making the “updated” antidote.

“Looks like we are getting another morning habit “, commented Kira watching Dean turn on the testing machine.

“I wish this new habit of ours had nothing to do with this Lab”, mumbled Dean grumpily. 

“For this to happen we need to find a way to destroy the mother plant”, responded Mark. “Otherwise we will need to employ ourselves at this machine 24/7/365”

“If only 24/7/365 was efficient”, added Kira. “The antidote might cure the infected and protect healthy locals but all the newcomers will be at risk. Moreover, there’s no guarantee this infection doesn’t spread outside Strangerville”

“Yesterday Caitlyn mentioned a poison that had been developed to restrain the plant”, added Dean loading the flask into the machine. “I think we all have to meet tonight and discuss our next steps”

“We could do it at our place”, suggested Mark. “But before that, let’s please cure Lesley”

“On it!” nodded Dean.

An hour and a half later they were hugging cured Lesley.

After lunch Dean announced that Kira needed “some training”.

“Exactly what for, may I ask?” snapped Kira.

“Baby, if we are about to fight the mother plant, you need to learn a couple of grips”

A small gym was located in the same building as the bar. The gym was built by the militaries and for the militaries, however, for some reason was always empty. That day wasn’t an exception. Dean and Kira were the only visitors. 

“Look, it’s easy”, commented Dean approaching the simulator and performing a defence move. 

“Yeah?” chuckled Kira nervously. “Are you sure it’s easy?”

“Positive. Come on. Try it… Don’t be afraid, it’s not going to eat you… Punch stronger. And now move… Well, to the other side. Come on! You can do it, baby”

They trained till sunset and under Dean’s close instructions Kira managed to learn these “couple of grips” that he had spoken of. Dean was very proud of his student (and of himself, of course). 

The evening was more than productive. Caitlyn said that somewhere in the testing wing of the Lab barrels with poison were hidden. This poison if used massively and fast could kill the plant. Dean and Kira recalled the room filled with dozens of dark blue barrels in the Lab and reassured they would find the way to this storage again.

“So what are we waiting for?” asked Caitlyn standing up from her chair. “Let’s do it tonight”

They decided that only four of them would go: Dean, Kira, Mark and Caitlyn. Lesley was still too weak. Brigitte had no fighting skills and suggested she’d stay with Lesley to “keep an eye on her state”. 

“As for you”, she went on addressing the four. “I suggest you take the antidote now. It will be your second defence line in case something happens to your masks”

They followed doctor’s advice, all coughing and swearing heavily after trying the bitter light green liquid of the antidote. 

And so it began. They transported the barrels to the very heart of the Lab and loaded the spraying canons. The mother plant seemed calm. Its magneta palps were floating from side to side. The flower on top was closed. The plant was watching the visitors closely, as if trying to find their weak spots. 

When everything was ready for the attack, Dean gathered everyone for the last check. 

“Okay, let’s recap. We attack from four side simultaneously. I take the platform. Mark, you’re on my left. Caitlyn - on the right. Kira, take the back side. When the flower is close enough I throw the antidote into it. This would be the headshot. Everyone’s ready? Perfect. Let’s do it”

As soon as they “opened fire” the plant strained and made a loud battle cry. The magnetic doors on the opposite sides of the hall opened automatically and a couple of moments later the possessed townies appeared in the doorways. 

“Ah you coward!” snapped Dean spraying the plant with poison. “Too scared to fight alone? Come on! Show me what you’re capable on!”

The plant appeared to be very sensitive to language. It made another terrible screechy sound, its flower opened and sprayed Dean with sticky liquid.

“Son of a bitch!” screamed Dean angrily. “Now you will get what you deserve”

He screamed at the plant a couple of more nasty swearings and when it leaned towards Dean in another attempt to spray him he threw the flask with the antidote right into the burning heart of the flower. 

A deafening roar of desperation made the walls of the Lab tremble. The plant made a couple of last messy movements, put its flower straight up, froze for half a second and then collapsed motionless. The blue cloud started rising slowly over it. The mother plant was dead. Strangerville was saved.

“Kira!” was the first thing Dean screamed dropping his protective costume and running down the platform. His heart was beating much faster now: at some point of the fight with a corner of his eye he noticed Kira lying on the floor. 

Is she all right? Is she hurt? Is she ALIVE?! 

“Dean, I’m here”, sounded somewhere from the far corner of the hall. 

He ran towards her voice and there she was - safe and sound, smiling happily at him. 

“Thanks God you’re all right”, he exhaled pressing her tightly to his chest. “Baby, I saw you fall…”

She kissed him right away giving no chance to finish his phrase. 

Mark and Caitlyn approached a moment after. 

“I see you and Dean are a thing now”, said Caitlyn to Kira while the boys were exchanging silly jokes. 

Kira blushed feeling a bitter punch in the middle of her chest recalling the fact that Caitlyn and Dean supposedly had something between them in the very beginning of the investigation. 

“You are a beautiful couple, I must admit”, went on Caitlyn with a short smile. “A recklessly adventurous one but beautiful”

“Thanks, Caitlyn”, responded Kira with a shy smile still feeling her cheeks burn. “And thanks a lot for your help with this”, she pointed at the dead plant. 

The officer laughed. 

“My pleasure, Kira. But actually I must thank you two for leading this investigation to its victorious end”

They drove to the cliffs neighbourhood with Dean’s car. Both Caitlyn and Mark went directly home, to their families. Dean and Kira on the contrary decided to have a midnight walk. 

The desert that was lying down the cliffs was calm. There was no sign of purple plants anymore. The sky over the crater was clear and starry. Strangerville was finally at peace. 

“Did we really do it?” asked Kira with a smile enjoying the warmth of Dean’s arms around her shoulders. 

“Oh, hell, we did”, he smiled in response. “Did you like it?” he asked after a short moment of hesitating silence. 

“Oh, hell, I did!” she laughed. 

He hesitated again before speaking. 

“Would you like to do something like that again?”

She froze. He strained. She turned around and looked him in the eyes. He exhaled in relief: her blue eyes were smiling happily. 

My baby. 

“Are you inviting me to hunt with you?” she asked biting her lip playfully. 

He smirked meaningfully, pulled her closer and lifted her up so their noses almost hit each other. 

“And what if I am?” he murmured letting his heart speed up when her warm fingers touched the back of his neck. 

“Yes”, she said softly looking directly into his eyes. She smiled warmly seeing puzzlement on his face. “Yes, Dean Winchester, I want to hunt with you”

“I love you, baby”

“I love you too”

They didn’t make it further than his car. They watched the sun rise over the liberated Desert Town in each others arms. She fell asleep on his chest pressing his hand to her cheek. He kissed her on the forehead before closing his eyes. 

Baby. Home. He smiled slowly at his thoughts. 

They saved Strangerville from a poisons plant that was about to devour town’s whole population. In return Strangerville gifted them each other, saving from the devouring loneliness that both had been so desperately fighting for their whole life. 

The best remuneration ever received, Strangerville. Thank you. 

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P.S.

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NECESSITY NUMBER ONE: BOTTOMLESS MIMOSAS² ( sun kissed desires . )

Y/N finds herself on the lovers cruise she was supposed to be on with her fiancé—ex-fiancé—when she meets a single man in the suite right next to hers.

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You had, surprisingly, made it through your first night without another hitch. Room service brought you plenty of strawberry daiquiris and you’d even popped open the bottle of champagne. Suffice to say, you didn’t really remember your night.

What you do remember is the pounding in your skull when you woke up this morning. The way the boat was rocking didn’t really help the hangover, either.

Ungracefully, you pulled yourself out of the incredibly warm bed and made yourself somewhat presentable enough to get breakfast outside of your room.

The trip to your en-suite brought back unpleasant flashbacks from the night before and you took the liberty of vigorously spraying the tiny bottle of Lysol given to you underneath the sink. You pulled your hair back enough with a hair clip that you could wash your face and brush your teeth without it getting in the way, not even bothering with the idea of makeup before re-entering the bedroom part of your room. Your tiny makeup bag was still in the bottom of your suitcase and had yet to be unpacked, yet, anyway.

You unzipped the black duffel bag lying on the floor next to the dresser for the first time since you’d put it there. Grabbing the first pair of sweats and a tank top you saw, you slipped them on and shoved whatever necessities you’d need to leave the room.

The sound of another door clicking shut didn’t even register in your brain when you first got into the hallway.

“Good Morning,” a voice from beside you said. Your head snapped up to meet his gaze.

And there he was. He had a pair of black gym shorts on that showed off his thighs in the most glorious way possible and there was a small white towel thrown over one of his shoulders. Your eyes trailed the nakedness of his chest before the sound of him clearing his throat startled you out of your daze.

“Morning!” you blurted out. He offered you a small chuckle in response with a shake of his head before walking past you towards the gym near the end of the hall. Thank God you were walking the other way, lest you look any more like a creepy stalker girl.

“Alcohol,” you said as you started your venture to the dining hall. You were in desperate need of some solid food if you were going to continue on your champagne escapades.

It was pretty dead when you finally made it there. Figures since it was currently 7:45 in the morning and the only reason you were awake is because you passed out at 9:00 the night before. You found a booth situated against one of the furthest walls and practically threw yourself onto the blue leather.

“What can I get you?” a brunette woman with probably the whitest teeth you’d ever seen in your life asked. Her smile was probably bright enough to blind you if you looked directly at it.

“Waffles sound nice…” you trailed off. “Do you guys have waffles?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said. The addition of the ma’am made you feel older than it should’ve. “Will that be all for you?”

“Chocolate chip waffles, please. And a mimosa,” you said.

“Just letting you know that we are offering bottomless mimosas for the extent of our allotted breakfast time this morning if you’re interested,” she said.

“That sounds perfect,” you practically moaned. If you didn’t get yourself together soon, you were sure you were going to get ejected off this cruise.

“I’ll be back with that in a little while,” the girl said. You dropped your head on the table the second you were alone.

You heard the seat in front of you being taken before you saw it, the leather crinkling beneath whoever was stealing your private time away.

“Honey, you look like you got hit by a hurricane,” Sigma said, her oddly freezing hand finding yours on top of the table.

“You’re so kind,” you said, the words muffled by the laminate.

“One of my many talents,” she said. You picked your head up off the table. She was in much better condition than you. She already had what looked to be a bikini on under a cover up and her hair was done up in dutch braids.

“Where’s your husband?” you asked, running the fingers of your free hand along your brow bone.

“Still sleeping. I was hungry and I couldn’t get him up, so,” she said, tossing one of the blonde braids over her shoulder. “What about you? I saw that key card of yours yesterday.”

“What?” you deadpanned.

“Your key card. You have a sweetheart’s suite…” Sigma trailed off. “Who’ve you got hiding up in there?”

Your face paled. Of course your room was a lover’s suite. That would explain the champagne. And the condoms.

“It’s not- I don’t,” you stuttered. “My ex booked this trip when we were still together and I’d already taken the time off work.”

“Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s fine. You couldn’t have known,” you said, smiling slightly as the waitress dropped your first round of mimosas off at the table. You noticed that she’d placed one in front of Sigma, too.

Maybe it was the headache in the back of your skill you’d get to take care of and maybe it was the fact that you’d just been brutally reminded of the entire reason you were on this cruise in the first place but you found yourself down four mimosas within the next half hour.

And another twelve before you’d decided to call it quits and head back to your room for the remainder of the morning.

Thankfully, you found your room faster than the previous day and were standing in front of the wood within ten minutes of your disembarkment. And there he was walking towards you again. The incredibly, way too hot guy that slept in the room next to yours.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” you said with a slight giggle. Your words slurred slightly but not noticeable enough to bring any extra attention to it.

“Oh, yeah?” the dark haired man asked. He’d barely made a move to enter his room, key not even in hand. He rested his fists against his hips as his eyes raked over your appearance. You felt the sudden need to hide your body from his view, crossing your arms over your chest. “How’s your day drinking going?”

“How’d you know-“

“You weren’t exactly quiet about your morning activities earlier,” he chuckled. You silently cursed yourself out for making yourself out to be a drunk before the sun was even fully out. “Saying ‘alcohol��� while stomping down the hall like you’re on a mission isn’t the most subtle thing in the world.”

“I promise I’m not an alcoholic,” you said, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m sure,” he said, though his tone was light enough that you could tell he was probably joking. Probably.

He was gorgeous, not that it was really all that difficult to come to that conclusion. His skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the fluorescence of the hallway lighting and the gold from the chain around his neck looked like it was sparkling. The towel from earlier was hanging out of his right pocket and it looked far from dry.

“Wait a minute. Have you been working out this whole time?” you asked, jae practically hitting the floor at your realization.

“You’d be surprised about how long I can last,” he said only for a redness to england his features seconds later. He must’ve realized what he’d insinuated.

“Wanna prove it to me?” you asked. Maybe bottomless mimosas weren’t a bad idea.

The man coughed, halfway choking on his own saliva. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” you said. The flush had already receded from his cheeks, though the slightest bit still stained the tips of his ears.

“My name is Sidney,” he said. “And maybe when you’re sober.”

He pulled the key card out of his pocket as he spoke, leaving you alone in the hallway before you really had the chance to comprehend what all had happened.

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Egg Stan Origins

In my notes earlier today, I saw that someone had liked one of my Egg Stan ficlets, and I decided to reread said ficlet.  And then before I knew it, I was writing stuff for the Egg Stan AU, because I can’t control myself.  So here, have...whatever this is.

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              Ford slowly drifted back to wakefulness.  As he opened his eyes, a fish darted across his field of vision.

              Shit!  I’m underwater!  Panicking, Ford began to swim for the surface, before realizing that he wasn’t drowning.  He let himself sink back to the ocean floor.  Why can I breathe underwater?  He held out his hands to inspect them.  His mouth went dry.  Thin, red webbing stretched between his twelve fingers.  He looked down at his legs.  Or rather, where his legs used to be.  In their place was a large, extravagant tail with golden scales and red fins.

              “Fuck,” he whispered.  He ran a hand through his hair.

              I’m- I’m a merman?  How did that happen?  He racked his brain, desperate for answers.  The creature!  The last thing he remembered was being on the ship, with a massive sea serpent bearing down upon them.  When the serpent opened its mouth to spray venom at him, Stan had jumped in front of him to act as a shield.  Stanley!

              “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Ford muttered, frantically looking around for his twin.  There weren’t any other mermen in the vicinity.

              Maybe he avoided this fate?  Doubtful.  Ford’s eyes landed on what looked like a large fish egg, partially buried in the sand. He swam over, rendered clumsy by his new tail, and gently lifted the egg from the sand.  The egg was red but transparent, allowing him to see the very young mer curled up within.  Is this- is this Stan?

              “No.  That’s not possible.”  Ford spoke aloud in an attempt to convince himself.  The mer in the egg suddenly twisted around, revealing its face.  Ford’s heart plummeted.  The mer had a face he recognized well.  No one outside their family had that large, ruddy nose.  “Stanley…”  Ford held the egg close to his chest, panic rising.

              Stan’s been turned into a mer child still in utero. I’m fully grown, but a merman. What am I supposed to do? Suddenly, his ears picked up the sound of voices in the distance.  He swallowed nervously.  I’m not one to typically ask for help, but I don’t really have a choice, do I? Ford swam towards the voices.  As he got closer, he saw the source – a young merman and mermaid, probably related, judging by their similar features.

              “Excuse me,” Ford called.  The merman and mermaid changed course, swimming over to him.  “I- I need some help.”

              “Why aren’t ya speakin’ Mermish?” the merman asked in thickly accented English.  His tail was a burnt orange, contrasting with his dark hair.

              “I wasn’t aware that merfolk had their own language,” Ford said.  The merman and mermaid looked doubtfully at each other.  “I- I’m human, you see, and-”

              “Uh, if you were a former human, you’d have a belly button,” said the merman, sounding suspicious.  Ford looked down.  His jaw dropped.

              “What the-”  He stared at the completely smooth skin where his belly button had previously been located.  “I don’t- I don’t know how that happened.”

              “Who’s this lil feller?” the mermaid cooed, peering at the egg Stan was in.  Her accent was just as thick as the merman’s.  She and the merman had the same large nose, but her hair was caramel-colored, matching her pale yellow tail.

              “My twin brother.  What happened to make me like this, it- somehow it affected him more severely and-”

              “What’s a twin?” the merman asked.

              “A sibling born at the same time as you.”

              “Yer claimin’ this cutie is from the same clutch you hatched from?” the mermaid asked.

              “Yes?  No? Look, I don’t understand your mer terminology, I’m human!” Ford burst out.  The merman and mermaid exchanged a concerned look.

              “It’s okay,” the mermaid said soothingly.  She held out her hands.  “I can take yer brother so’s ya can swim better.”

              “No!”  Ford held Stan’s egg even tighter.  Stan swirled around in the egg.  Alarm flashed in the mermaid’s eyes.

              “Okay, okay,” she said.  “I won’t take ‘im.  But I think that it might be best if ya come with us to our house, at least fer the night. It’ll get dark soon.  The guppy eels come out when the light fades.”

              “G-guppy eels?” Ford stammered.

              “They eat eggs ‘n guppies,” the merman said. Ford’s heart leapt into his throat. “Are ya goin’ to come with us, stranger?”  Ford swallowed.

              “I don’t really have any other choice,” he mumbled.  The merman patted him on the back.

              “That’s the spirit.  Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of room fer the both of ya.”

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              By the time Ford and the merfolk arrived at their destination, a large underwater cliff face, he was exhausted.  Not just physically, though the swim had been more taxing than he expected.  He was also mentally weary from the immense amount of information he’d learned from the merfolk.  Apparently, humans did turn into mers on rare occasions, but when they did, they kept their belly buttons.  In addition, mer eggs were laid in massive clutches and kept in something called a “guppy basket”.  His hosts had assured him that they had a guppy basket where Stan could go.

              But he’s not leaving my sight.  The merman, whose name was Lute, looked at Ford with some amusement.

              “Yer a bit out of shape, ain’t ya?” he asked. The mermaid, who was named Angie, punched him.

              “Be nice,” she chided.  Ford’s initial assessment of the two being related was correct; they were siblings.

              Not just siblings.  Clutch-mates.  From what Lute and Angie had told him, clutch-mate seemed to be the closest mer analog to a twin.  Clutch-mates were siblings that hatched from the same clutch of eggs, though they sometimes hatched days apart.  

              “I’ll go alert the folks we’ve got a guest,” Lute said.  He opened a door into the cliff that Ford hadn’t seen and ducked inside.  Ford looked askance at Angie.

              “It’s an optical illusion thing,” she said with a shrug.  “Unless ya know where the entrance is, ya can’t find it.”  Of the two siblings, she seemed the kinder and gentler, taking what Ford said at face value.  Unlike her brother.

              Though she could just be humoring me.  I’m fairly certain they think I’m having some sort of nervous breakdown.  Angie smiled at Ford, then opened the door.  I’ll take humoring me over mocking me.

              “C’mon on in,” she said.  Ford reluctantly swam inside.  He was in a pleasantly homey living room that, if it weren’t underwater, could be mistaken for belonging to a human family.  Potted plants lazily swayed from small currents.  A middle-aged merman and mermaid sat on a couch, speaking with Lute.

              Presumably, these are Angie and Lute’s parents. One of the many things he’d been told during the swim was that merfolk lived with their parents until they had a mate, after which they would find their own place to live.  As unmated merfolk, Angie and Lute had yet to move out. Lute was a carbon copy of his father, with the exception of his tail color; his father’s tail was blue.  Angie looked exactly like her mother, down to her tail color, but had her father’s large nose.

              “This must be the poor young man you found,” said their mother, catching sight of Ford.  She got up from the couch and swam over to him.  “Hmm…”  She looked him up and down.  “What’s your name, son?”

              “S-Stanford Pines.”

              “That’s not a mer surname,” the mother commented idly, still looking at Ford with a thoughtful gaze.  “But it is a human one.”  She smiled. “Let me introduce myself.  My name is Sally MerGucket, but if ya like, ya can call me Mrs. MerGucket.”

              “Mrs. MerGucket,” Ford mumbled.  Mrs. MerGucket nodded.

              “My mate Mearl is on the couch.”  Mr. MerGucket smiled warmly at Ford.  “It looks like you could use a guppy basket fer that egg.”

              “No, he’s going to stay with me,” Ford said firmly.

              “Of course he will,” Mrs. MerGucket said, sounding surprised.  “The basket will go in the same room ya sleep in.”

              “…Oh.”

              “Come with me, dear.  I’ll show you to yer room fer the night.”  Mrs. MerGucket took Ford’s hand and led him out of the living room, down a hall, and into what was clearly a guest bedroom of sorts.  Under normal circumstances, Ford would ask a million questions about the furniture in the room, particularly the bed, with a frame made of what appeared to be living coral.

              I don’t feel much like asking questions right now, though.  Ford looked down at Stan’s egg.  Through the membrane, he could see Stan sucking his thumb.  Mom always hated when he did that.

              “Stanford.”  Ford looked up.  Mrs. MerGucket sat on the edge of the bed.  She patted the bed.  “Sit with me.”  Reluctantly, Ford swam over and sat next to her.  “May I?”  Mrs. MerGucket held out her hands.  Ford shook his head, keeping Stan close.  “That’s quite all right.”

              “You don’t believe me, do you?” Ford asked quietly. “That I used to be human.  Your children certainly don’t.”

              “Yes, they’re convinced that ya hit yer head,” Mrs. MerGucket said.  “They were worried fer yer health, as well as the health of the egg, since a confused guardian ain’t a safe one.”

              “You’re dodging the question.”

              “I didn’t mean to.”  Mrs. MerGucket sighed.  “Stanford, I believe ya.”  Ford’s head whipped up.  He stared at her.  “I suspect my children would, too, if they weren’t used to human behaviors.”  Ford frowned.

              “What do you mean?” he asked.  Mrs. MerGucket gestured to her torso.  Ford’s eyes widened.  Unlike her mate and children, Mrs. MerGucket had a belly button.  “You’re…”

              “Yes.  I used to be human.  Since I helped to raise my children, they don’t realize yer behaviors ‘n tendencies ‘re human through ‘n through.  But I’ve spent enough time among merfolk to tell ya used to be human, too.”  Mrs. MerGucket looked at Ford thoughtfully.  “Well.  Either that, or ya were raised by humans.  But I suspect you’d be a tad more traumatized, were that the case.”

              “I’m feeling fairly traumatized at the moment,” Ford mumbled.  Mrs. MerGucket put her hand on his shoulder.

              “Son, you can stay here as long as ya like, okay?”

              “I just want things to be the way they were yesterday,” Ford whispered.

              “I understand.  Unfortunately, I ain’t sure whether there’s a way to do that.  But we’ll do our best to help.  Once we hear yer story from ya, rather than from Lute, we’ll have a better idea of what happened to ya.  But that can wait until you’ve had some rest.  You ‘n that lil egg have been through a lot today.”

              “Yes,” Ford said, his voice breaking.  “We have.”

              “I’ll bring ya the guppy basket to put the egg in, okay?  And once that’s done, ya can get some sleep.”  Ford nodded woodenly.  Mrs. MerGucket left the room.

              “Stanley,” Ford whispered helplessly to the egg that had been his brother.  “What- what are we going to do?”  Stan offered no answers, merely curling up tightly within his egg.

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              Stan’s egg rocked back and forth within the guppy basket.

              “Be patient,” Ford chided as he combed his hair. He’d learned the hard way that if he didn’t comb regularly, small crustaceans would take up residence in his thick curls.  After spending a few months with the MerGuckets, he felt more or less settled as a merman.

              At the very least, I feel less like a fish out of water.  Ford managed a small smile at the almost pun.  Every day, he learned more about merfolk and mer society from the MerGuckets.  They had yet to determine what sea creature had transformed him and Stan, however, and as a result, were no closer to reversing the process.  I suspect Mrs. MerGucket was right.  What happened to us can’t be remedied.  His good mood evaporated.  Stanley and I are stuck.  Said stuck egg abruptly rolled in the basket.

              “I told you to calm down,” Ford said, swimming over.  He wasn’t sure how much Stan was aware of in the egg, nor how much he would recall when hatched, but couldn’t shake the habit of talking to the egg like nothing had changed.  Like Stan was still his stubborn, adult self.  “I’ll put you in the sling in a moment.”  The egg rolled again.  “Fine!” Ford grabbed the egg sling off his dresser and put it on.  While it was impossible to carry an entire clutch in an egg sling, merfolk used them to keep close eggs they were concerned about.

              Luckily, I only have one egg, so transporting the full clutch isn’t an issue.  Ford froze. No.  Did I just- did I just think of Stan as being my child?

              “Everything all right in here?” a voice asked.  Ford looked over his shoulder.  Fiddleford treaded water in the doorway, smiling at him. A few days after Ford came to the MerGucket home, Fiddleford, Angie and Lute’s older brother, had returned home from an internship.  Very quickly, Fiddleford had become Ford’s favorite of the MerGucket children. Angie was kind and quite brilliant, but rambunctious in a way that reminded Ford of Stan and was thus painful to be around for long.  Lute was abrasive and curt, and still didn’t seem convinced Ford was telling the truth.

              Fiddleford, however, was gentle and warm, with an intellect to rival Ford’s.  The fact that Fiddleford was obsessed with human culture, and thus fascinated by Ford’s stories, only served to deepen their connection.

              “Yes, everything’s quite all right,” Ford said. He carefully placed Stan’s egg in the sling.  “Stan’s just being difficult this morning.”  Fiddleford swam over, frowning.

              “He’s just an egg.  How could he be difficult?”

              “Oh, he’s been moving around a lot.”

              “He…”  Fiddleford’s eyes widened.  “How long has this been goin’ on?”

              “A couple of days.  Why?”

              “Stanford, eggs start movin’ when they’re gettin’ ready to hatch,” Fiddleford said gently.  Ford’s mouth dropped open.  “I reckon ya might want to put the egg back in the basket.”  Numb, Ford did as he was told, removing Stan’s egg from the sling and gently setting it inside the guppy basket.  The egg began to rock and roll in earnest.  Finally, a tiny hand punched through the egg’s membrane.

              “He’s…” Ford whispered.  His voice failed him as he watched a newborn mer crawl through the hole.  “He’s…”

              “Quite the looker,” Fiddleford said quietly. The newborn mer, with fins and scales a drab green color, scrunched up his face and began to cry.

              “What- what do I-” Ford asked desperately. Fiddleford scooped up the newborn mer and gently placed him in the egg sling Ford still wore.

              “Newborn guppies like to be held,” Fiddleford said.

              Right.  Mer children are referred to as guppies.  And they don’t get their mature scale and fin colors until adolescence.  Ford stared down at the guppy curled up in the sling.  He was the spitting image of old family pictures of Stan.  Which makes sense, given that he is Stan.  Ford hesitantly stroked the guppy’s cheek. The guppy leaned into the movement with a soft crooning sound.  …Is he?

              “Is somethin’ wrong?” Fiddleford asked hesitantly.

              “I…”  Ford swam over to his bed and sat down.  Fiddleford followed, sitting next to him.  “I think that some part of me expected the Stan I knew to hatch from the egg. That he would be himself, with all his memories and quirks, but…a child.”  His voice began to quiver.  “That obviously isn’t the case.  He’s my brother, but not- not really.  Despite my best attempts, I’ve lost him.”

              “Don’t think of it that way,” Fiddleford said. He placed his hand on Ford’s shoulder. “Think of it as him gettin’ a fresh start.  Ya told me how yer pa wasn’t kind.”

              “No, he wasn’t.”

              “Well then, this is a chance fer him to get the kind of father he didn’t get the first time,” Fiddleford said gently. Ford swallowed.

              “…Yes.  I- I suppose you’re right.”  He removed the guppy from the sling to nestle in his arms.  The guppy looked up at him with curious brown eyes.  Ford carefully removed stray bits of egg from the guppy’s thick, brown curls.  “Hello.” The guppy cocked his head, interested. Ford held him close.  “It’s good-” he started.  His voice gave out.  He took a deep breath and tried again.  “It’s good to see you again, Stanley.”

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Just to show you what this power looks like in your inbox. I present to you, my immortal, in it's entirety.

Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!

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Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Ebony!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

“What’s up Draco?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

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Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don’t own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte.

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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Draco!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Ebony.” he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

“You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.” sang Joel (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).

“Joel is so fucking hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Draco looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Joel and he’s going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok ebony’s name is ENOBY nut mary su OK! DRACO IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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“DRACO!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Draco didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Ebony?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Dumbledore!

Chapter 5.

AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a prep or a posr! Da only reson Dumbledeor swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

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Dumbledore made and Draco and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

“You ludacris fools!” he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Draco comforted me. When we went back to the castle Dumbledore took us to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were both looking very angry.

“They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!” he yelled in a furious voice.

“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Professor McGonagall.

“How dare you?” demanded Professor Snape.

And then Draco shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”

Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor Snape said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”

Draco and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.

“Are you okay, Ebony?” Draco asked me gently.

“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the girl’s dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out….

Draco was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘I just wanna live’ by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.

Chapter 6.

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He didn’t have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact lenses just like Draco’s and there was no scar on his forhead anymore. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko.

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s Harry Potter, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 7. Bring me 2 life

AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Evony isn’t a Marie Sue ok she isn’t perfect SHES A SATANITS! n she has problemz shes depressed 4 godz sake!

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Draco and I held our pale white hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Satanist sings on my nails in red nail polish (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Maru Sue 2 u?). I waved to Vampire. Dark misery was in his depressed eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Draco. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Draco. We went into his room and locked the door. Then…………

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy’s thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

“Oh Draco, Draco!” I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Draco’s arm. It was a black heart with an arrow through it. On it in bloody gothic writing were the words………… Vampire!

I was so angry.

“You bastard!” I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

“No! No! But you don’t understand!” Draco pleaded. But I knew too much.

“No, you fucking idiot!” I shouted. “You probably have AIDs anyway!”

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Draco ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Vampire’s classroom where he was having a lesson with Professor Snape and some other people.

“VAMPIRE POTTER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” I yelled.

Chapter 8.

AN: stop flassing ok! if u do den u r a prep!

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Everyone in the class stared at me and then Draco came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

“Ebony, it’s not what you think!” Draco screamed sadly.

My friend B’loody Mary Smith smiled at me understatedly. She flipped her long waste-length gothic black hair and opened her crimson eyes like blood that she was wearing contact lenses on. She had pale white skin that she was wearing white makeup on. Hermione was kidnapped when she was born. Her real parents are vampires and one of them is a witch but Voldemort killed her mother and her father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. She still has nightmares about it and she is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out her real last name is Smith and not Granger. (Since she has converted to Satanism she is in Slytherin now not Griffindoor. )

“What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!” Snape demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

“Vampire, I can’t believe you cheated on me with Draco!” I shouted at him.

Everyone gasped.

I don’t know why Ebony was so mad at me. I had went out with Vampire (I’m bi and so is Ebony) for a while but then he broke my heart. He dumped me because he liked Britney, a stupid preppy fucker. We were just good friends now. He had gone through horrible problems, and now he was gothic. (Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.)

“But I’m not going out with Draco anymore!” said Vampire.

“Yeah fucking right! Fuck off, you bastard!” I screamed. I ran out of the room and into the Forbidden Forest where I had lost my virility to Draco and then I started to bust into tears.

Chapter 9.

AN: stop flaming ok! I dntn red all da boox! dis is frum da movie ok so itz nut my folt if dumbeldor swers! besuizds I SED HE HAD A HEDACHE! and da reson snap dosent lik harry now is coz hes christian and vampire is a satanist! MCR ROX!

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I was so mad and sad. I couldn’t believe Draco for cheating on me. I began to cry against the tree where I did it with Draco.

Then all of a suddenly, an horrible man with red eyes and no nose and everything started flying towards me on a broomstick! He didn’t have a nose (basically like Voldemort in the movie) and he was wearing all black but it was obvious he wasn’t gothic. It was…… Voldemort!

“No!” I shouted in a scared voice but then Voldemort shouted “Imperius!” and I couldn’t run away.

“Crookshanks!” I shouted at him. Voldemort fell of his broom and started to scream. I felt bad for him even though I’m a sadist so I stopped.

“Ebony.” he yelled. “Thou must kill Vampire Potter!”

I thought about Vampire and his sexah eyes and his gothic black hair and how his face looks just like Joel Madden. I remembered that Draco had said I didn’t understand, so I thought, what if Draco went out with Vampire before I went out with him and they broke up?

“No, Voldemort!” I shouted back.

Voldemort gave me a gun. “No! Please!” I begged.

“Thou must!” he yelled. “If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Draco!”

“How did you know?” I asked in a surprised way.

Voldemort got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on his face. “I hath telekinesis.” he answered cruelly. “And if you doth not kill Vampire, then thou know what will happen to Draco!” he shouted. Then he flew away angrily on his broomstick.

I was so scared and mad I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Draco came into the woods.

“Draco!” I said. “Hi!”

“Hi.” he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No.” he answered.

“I’m sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you cheated on me.” I expelled.

“That’s okay.” he said all depressed and we went back into Hogwarts together making out.

Chapter 10.

AN: stup it u gay fags if u donot lik ma story den fukk off! ps it turnz out b’loody mary isn’t a muggle afert al n she n vampire r evil datz y dey movd houses ok!

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I was really scared about Vlodemort all day. I was even upset went to rehearsals with my gothic metal band Bloody Gothic Rose 666. I am the lead singer of it and I play guitar. People say that we sound like a cross between GC, Slipknot and MCR. The other people in the band are B’loody Mary, Vampire, Draco, Ron (although we call him Diabolo now. He has black hair now with blue streaks in it.) and Hargrid. Only today Draco and Vampire were depressed so they weren’t coming and we wrote songs instead. I knew Draco was probably slitting his wrists (he wouldn’t die because he was a vampire too and the only way you can kill a vampire is with a c-r-o-s-s (there’s no way I’m writing that) or a steak) and Vampire was probably watching a depressing movie like The Corpse Bride. I put on a black leather shirt that showed off my boobs and tiny matching miniskirt that said Simple Plan on the butt. You might think I’m a slut but I’m really not.

We were singing a cover of ‘Helena’ and at the end of the song I suddenly bust into tears.

“Ebony! Are you OK?” B’loody Mary asked in a concerted voice.

“What the fuck do you think?” I asked angrily. And then I said. “Well, Voldemort came and the fucking bastard told me to fucking kill Harry! But I don’t want to kill him, because, he’s really nice, even if he did go out with Draco. But if I don’t kill Harry, then Voldemort, will fucking kill Draco!” I burst into tears. Suddenly Draco jumped out from behind a wall.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me!” he shouted. “How could you- you- you fucking poser muggle bitch!” (c is dat out of character?)

I started to cry and cry. Draco started to cry too all sensitive. Then he ran out crying.

We practiced for one more hour. Then suddenly Dumbeldore walked in angrily! His eyes were all fiery and I knew this time it wasn’t cause he had a headache.

“What have you done!” He started to cry wisely. (c dats basically nut swering and dis time he wuz relly upset n u wil c y) “Ebony Draco has been found in his room. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists.”

Chapter 11.

AN: i sed stup flaming up prepz! c if dis chaptr is srupid!1111 it delz wit rly sris issus! sp c 4 urself if itz ztupid brw fangz 2 ma frend raven 4 hleping me!

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“NO!” I screamed. I was horrorfied! B’loody Mary tried to comfort me but I told her fuck off and I ran to my room crying myself. Dumbledore chased after me shouting but he had to stop when I went into my room cause he would look like a perv that way.

Anyway, I started crying tears of blood and then I slit both of my wrists. They got all over my clothes so I took them off and jumped into the bath angrily while I put on a Linkin Park song at full volume. I grabbed a steak and almost stuck it into my heart to commit suicide. I was so fucking depressed! I got out of the bathtub and put on a black low-cut dress with lace all over it sandly. I put on black high heels with pink metal stuff on the ends and six pairs of skull earrings. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Then I looked out the window and screamed… Snap was spying on me and he was taking a video tape of me! And Loopin was masticating to it! They were sitting on their broomsticks.

“EW, YOU FUCKING PERVS, STOP LOOKING AT ME NAKED! ARE YOU PEDOS OR WHAT!” I screamed putting on a black towel with a picture of Marilyn Mason on it. Suddenly Vampire ran in.

“Abra Kedavra!” he yelled at Snape and Loopin pointing his womb. I took my gun and shot Snape and Loopin a gazillion times and they both started screaming and the camera broke. Suddenly, Dumblydore ran in. “Ebony, it has been revealed that someone has - NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he shouted looking at Snape and Loopin and then he waved his wand and suddenly…

Hargrid ran outside on his broom and said everyone we need to talk.

“What do you know, Hargrid? You’re just a little Hogwarts student!”

“I MAY BE A HOGWARTS STUDENT….” Hargirid paused angrily. “BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!”

“This cannot be.” Snap said in a crisp voice as blood dripped from his hand where Dumblydore’s wand had shot him. “There must be other factors.”

“YOU DON’T HAVE ANY!” I yelled in madly.

Loopin held up the camera triumelephantly. “The lens may be ruined but the tape is still there!”

I felt faint, more than I normally do like how it feels when you do not drink enough blood.

“Why are you doing this?” Loopin said angrily while he rubbed his dirty hands on his clook.

And then I heard the words that I had heard before but not from him. I did not know whether to feel shocked and happy or to bite him and drink his blood because I felt faint.

“BECAUSE…BECAUSE….” Hargid said and he paused in the air dramitaclly, waving his wand in the air. Then swooped he in singing to the tune of a gothic version of a song by 50 Cent.

“Because you’re goffic?” Snap asked in a little afraid voice cause he was afraind it meant he was connected with Satan.

“Because I LOVE HER!”

Chapter 12.

AN: stop f,aing ok hargrid is a pedo 2 a lot of ppl in amerikan skoolz r lik dat I wunted 2 adres da ishu! how du u no snap iant kristian plus hargrid isn’t really in luv wif ebony dat was sedric ok!

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I was about to slit my wrists again with the silver knife that Drago had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.

“NO!” I THOUGHT IT WAS HAIRgrid but it was Vampire. He started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

I stopped. “How did u know?”

“I saw it! And my scar turned back into the lightning bolt!”

“NO!” I ran up closer. “I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and it turned back into the lightning bolt! Save me! then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco…………….Volfemort has him bondage!”

Anyway I was in the school nurse’s office now recovering from my slit wrists. Snap and Loopin and HAHRID were there too. They were going to St. Mango’s after they recovered cause they were pedofiles and you can’t have those fucking pervs teaching in a school with lots of hot gurlz. Dumbledore had constipated the cideo camera they took of me naked. I put up my middle finger at them.

Anyway Hargrid came into my hospital bed holding a bouquet of pink roses.

“Enoby I need to tell u somethnig.” he said in a v. serious voice, giving me the roses.

“Fuck off.” I told him. “You know I fucking hate the color pink anyway, and I don’t like fucked up preps like you.” I snapped. Hargrid had been mean to me before for being gottik.

“No Enoby.” Hargrid says. “Those are not roses.”

“What, are they goffs too you poser prep?” I asked cause I was angry that he had brought me pink roses.

“I saved your life!” He yelled angrily. “No you didn’t I replied.” “You saved me from getting a Paris Hilton p- video made from your shower scene and being vued by Snap and Loopin.” Who MASTABATED (c is dat speld rong) to it he added silently.

“Whatever!” I yelled angirly.

He pointed his wand at the pink roses. “These aren’t roses.” He suddenly looked at them with an evil look in his eye and muttered Well If you wanted Honesty that’s all you haD TO SAY! .

“That’s not a spell that’s an MCR song.” I corrected him wisely.

“I know, I was just warming up my vocal cordes.” Then he screamed. “Petulus merengo mi kremicli romacio(4 all u cool goffic mcr fans out, there, that is a tribute! specially for raven I love you girl!)imo noto okayo!”

And then the roses turned into a huge black flame floating in the middle of the air. And it was black. Now I knew he wasn’t a prep.

“OK I believe you now wtf is Drako?”

Hairgrid rolled his eyes. I looked into the balls of flame but I could c nothing.

“U c, Enobby,” Dumblydore said, watching the two of us watching the flame. “2 c wht iz n da flmes(HAHA U REVIEWRS FLAMES GEDDIT) u mst find urslf 1st, k?”

“I HAVE FOUND MYSELF OK YOU MEAN OLD MAN!” Hargrid yelled. dUMBLydore lookd shockd. I guess he didn’t have a headache or else he would have said something back.

Hairgrid stormed off back into his bed. “U r a liar, prof dumbledoree!”

Anyway when I got better I went upstairs and put on a black leather minidress that was all ripped on the ends with lace on it. There was some corset stuff on the front. Then I put on black fishnets and black high-heeled boots with pictures of Billie Joe Armstrong on them. I put my hair all out around me so I looked like Samara from the Ring (if u don’t know who she iz ur a prep so fuk off!) and I put on blood-red lipstick, black eyeliner and black lip gloss.

“You look kawai, girl.” B’loody Mary said sadly. “Fangs (geddit) you do too.” I said sadly too, but I was still upset. I slit both of my wrists feeling totally depressed and I sucked all the blood. I cried again in my bathroom and put the shades on so Snap and Loopin couldn’t spy on me this time. I went to some classes. Vampire was in the Hair of Magical Magic Creatures. He looked all depressed because Draco had disappeared and he had used to be in love with Draco. He was sucking some blood from a Hufflepuff.

“Hi.” he said in a depressed way. “Hi back.” I said in an wqually said way.

We both looked at each other for some time. Harry had beautiful red gothic eyes so much like Dracos. Then……… we jumped on each other and started screwing each other.

“STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS!” shouted Professor McGoggle who was watching us and so was everyone else.

“Vampire you fucker!” I said slapping him. “Stop trying to screw me. You know I loved Draco!” I shouted and then I ran away angrily.

Just then he started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

“NO!” I ran up closer.

“I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco…………….Volfemort has him bondage!”

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SPECIAL FANGZ 2 RAVEN MY GOFFIX BLOOD SISTA WTF UR SUPPOZD 2 RIT DIS!11111111

HEY RAVEN DO U KNOW WHERE MY SWEATER I

Chapter 13.

AN: raven fangz 4 gelpin me agen im sory ah tok ur postr of gerard but dat guy is such a fokin sexbom! PREPZ STOP FLAMIGNG!

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Vampire and I ran up the stairs looking for Dumbledore. We were so scared.

“Dumbledore Dumblydore!” we both yelled. Dumbledore came there.

“What is it that you want now you despicable snobs?” he asked angrily.

“Volsemort has Draco!” we shouted at the same time.

He laughed in an evil voice.

“No! Don’t! We need to save Draco!” we begged.

“No.” he said meanly. “I don’t give a darn what Voldemort does to Draco. Not after how much he misbehaved in school especially with YOU Ebony.” he said while he frowned looking at me. “Besides I never liked him that much anyway.” then he walked away. Vampire started crying. “My Draco!” he moaned. (AN: don’t u fik gay guyz r lik so hot!)

“Its okay!” I tried to tell him but that didn’t stop him. He started to cry tears of blood. Then he had a brainstorm. “I had an idea!” he exclaimed.

“What?” I asked him.

“You’ll see.” he said. He took out his wand and did a spell. Then…… suddenly we were in Voldemprt’s lair!

We ran in with our wands out just as we heard a croon voice say. “Allah Kedavra!” It was……………………………….. Voldemort!

Chapter 14.

AN: fuk off PREPZ ok! Raven fangz 4 helpin agen. im sory ah kudnt update but I wuz derperessd n I had 2 go 2 da hospital kuz I slit muh rists. PS im nut updating til u giv me 10 god revoiws!

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WARNING: SUM OF DIS CHAPTA IS XTREMLY SCRAY. VIOWER EXCRETION ADVISD.

We ran to where Volcemort was. It turned out that Voldemort wasn’t there. Instead the fat guy who killed Cedric was. Draco was there crying tears of blood. Snaketail was torturing him. Vampire and I ran in front of Snaketail.

“Rid my sight you despicable preps!” he shouted as we started shooting him with the gun he Then suddenly he looked at me and he fell down with a lovey-dovey look in his eyes. “EbonyIloveyouwiluhavesexwithme.” he said. (in dis he is sixteen yrs old so hes not a pedofile ok)

“Huh?” I asked. ”Enoby I love you will you have sex with me?” asked Snaketail. I started laughing crudely. “What the fuck? You torture my bf and then you expect me to fuck you? God, you are so fucked up you fucking bastard.” I said angrily. Then I stabbed him in the heart. Blood pored out of it like a fountain.

“Nooooooooooooo!” he screamed. He started screaming and running around. Then he fell down and died. I brust into tears sadly.

“Snaketail what art thou doing?” called Voldemort. Then…… he started coming! We could hear his high heels clacking to us. So we got on our broomsticks and we flew to Hogwarts. We went to my room. Vampire went away. There I started crying.

“What’s wrong honey?” asked Draco taking off his clothes so we could screw. He had a sex-pack (geddit cuz hes so sexah) and a really huge you-know-what and everything.

“Its so unfair!” I yielded. “Why can’t I just be ugly or plain like all da other girls and preps here except for B’loody Mary, because she’s not ugly or anything.”

“Why would you wanna be ugly? I don’t like the preps anyway. They are such fucking sluts.” answered Draco.

“Yeah but everyone is in love with me! Like Snape and Loopin took a video of me naked. Hargrid says he’s in love with me. Vampire likes me and now even Snaketail is in love with me! I just wanna be with you ok Draco! Why couldn’t Satan have made me less beautiful?” I shouted angrily. (an” don’t wory enoby isn’t a snob or anyfing but a lot of ppl hav told her shes pretty) “Im good at too many things! WHY CAN’T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT’S A FUCKING CURSE!” I shouted and then I ran away.

Chapter 15.

AN: stup flaming ok! btw u suk frum no on evry tim sum1 flams me im gona slit muh ristsz! fangz 2 raven 4 hlpein!

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“Ebony Ebony!” shouted Draco sadly. “No, please, come back!”

But I was too mad.

“Whatever! Now u can go anh have sex with Vampire!” I shouted. I stormed into my room and closed my black door with my blood-red key. It had a picture of Marylin Manson on it. He looked so sexy in a way that reminded me of Draco and Vampire. I started to cry and weep. I took a razor and started to slit my wrists. I drank the blood all depressed. Then I looked at my black GC watch and noticed it was time to go to Biology class.

I put on a short ripped black gothic dress that said Anarchy on the front in blood red letters and was all ripped and a spiky belt. Under that I put on ripped black fishnets and boots that said Joel all over them with blood red letters. I put my ebony black hair out. Anyway I went downstairs feeling all sad and depressed as usual. I did sum advanced Biology work. I was turning a bloody pentagram into a black guitar. Suddenly the guitar turned to Draco!

“Enoby I love you!” he shouted sadly. “I dnot care what those fucker preps and posers fink. Ur da most beautiful girl in the world. Before I met you I used to want to commit suicide all the time. Now I just wanna fucking be with you. I fucking love you!.” Then……………. he started to sing “Da Chronicles of Life and Death” (we considered it our song now cuz we fell in love when Joel was singing it) right in front of the entire class! His singing voice was so amazing and gothic and sexxy like a cross between Gerard, Joel, Chester, Pierre and Marilyn Manson (AN: don’t u fink dos guyz r so hot. if u dnot no who dey r get da fuk out od hr!) .

“OMFG.” I said after he was finished. Some fucking preps stared at us but I just stuck up my middle fingers (that were covered in black nail polish and were entwined with Draco’s now) at them. “I love you!” I said and then we started to kiss just like Hilary Duff (i fukin h8 dat bitch) and CMM in a Cinderella Story. Then we went away holding hands. Loopin shouted at us but he stopped cuz everyone was clapping by how sexy we looked 2gether. Then I saw a poster saying that MCR would have a concert in Hogsmede right then. We looked at each other all shocked and then we went 2gether. Chapter 16.

AN: u no wut! sut up ok! proov 2 me ur nut prepz! raven u suk u fuken bich gimme bak mah fukijn swteet ur supsd 2 rit dis! Raven wtf u bich ur suposd to dodis! BTW fangz 2 britney5655 4 techin muh japnese!

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We ran happily to Hogsmede. There we saw the stage where GC had played. We ran in happly. MCR were there playing ‘Helena’. I was so fucking happy! Gerard looked even sexier than he did in da pictures. Even Draco thought so, I could totally see him getting an erection but it didn’t matter cuz I knew know that we were da only true ones for eachother. I was wearing a black leather minidress and black leather platinum boots with red ripped fishnets. Draco was wearing a black baggy MCR t-shirt and black baggy pants. Anyway, we stated moshing to Helena. We frenched. We ran up 2 the front of the band to stage-dive. Suddenly, Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the others. We gasped. It wasn’t them at all. It was.,……………………….. Volsemort and da Death Dealers!

“Wtf Draco im not going to a concert wid u!” I shouted angrily. “Not after what happened to me last time? Even if its MCR n u no how much I lik them”

“What cause we…you know…” he gadgetted uncomfortbli cause guys don’t like to talk a bout you-know-what.

“Yeah cause we you know!” I yielded in an angry voice.

“We won’t do that again.” Draco promised. “This time, we’re going with an ESCORT.”

“OMFG wtf/ Are you giving into the mainstream?” I asked. “So I guess ur a prep or a Christina or what now?”

“NO.” he muttered loudly.

“R u becoming a prep or what?” I shootd angrily.

“Enoby! I’m not! Pls come with me!” He fell down to his knees and started singing ‘Da world is black’ by GC to me.

I was flattened cause that’s not even a single, he had memorized da lyrks just 4 me!

“OK then I guess I will have to.” I said and then we frenched 4 a while and I went up 2 my room.

B’loody Mary was standing there. “Hajimemashite gurl.” she said happily (she spex Japanese so do i. dat menz ‘how do u do’ in japanese). “BTW Willow that fucking poser got expuld. she failed al her klasses and she skepped math.” (an: RAVEN U FUKIN SUK! FUK U!)

“It serves that fuking bich right.” I laughed angrily.

Well anyway we where felling all deprezzed. We wutsched some goffic movies like Das niteMARE b4 xmas. “Maybe Willow will die too.” I said.

“Kawai.” B’loody Mair shook her head enrgtically lethrigcly. “Oh yeah o have a confession after she got expuld I murdered her and den loopin did it with her cause he’s a necphilak.”

“Kawai.” I commnted happily . We talked to each other in silence for da rest uv da movie.

“OH HEY BTw, im going to a concert with drako tonight in Hogsmeade with mcr.” I sed. “ I need to wear like da hotset outfit EVA.”

B’Loody Mairy Nodded ENREGeticALLlY. “Omfg totally lets go shopping.”

“In Hot Topic, right?” I asked, already getting out my spshcial Hot Topic Loiyalty carde.

“No.” My head snaped up.

‘WHAT?” my head spuin. I could not believe it. “B’Loody Mary are u a PREP?”

“NOOOO!NOOOO!” She laughed. “I found some cool goffic stores near Hogwarts that’s all.”

“Hu told u abut them” I askd sure it would be Drako or Diabolo or Vampire(don’t even SAY that nam to me!). Or me.

“Dumblydore.” She sed. “Let me just call our broms.”

“OMFFG DUMBLYDORE?” I asked quietly.

“Yah I saw the map for Hogsmeade on his desk.” She told me. “Come on let’s go.”

We were going in a few punkgoff stores SPECIALLY for the concerts in Hogsmeade. The salesperson was OMG HOTTER THAN GERARD EXCEPT NOT CAUSE THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE and he gave me a few dresses. “We only have these for da real goffs.”

“Da real goffs?” Me and B’Loody Mary asked.

“Yah u wouldn’t believe how many posers ther are in this town man! Yesterday loopin and snap tried to buy a goffic camera pouch.” He shook his head. “I dint even no they had a camera.”

“OMFG NO THEIR GONNA SPY ON ME AGAIN!” I cried, running out of the changing room wearing a long black dress with lots of red tulle coming out and very low-cut with a huge slit.

“Oh my satan you have to buy that outfit” The salesperson said.

“Yeah it looks totlly hot.” said B’Loody Mary.

“You know what I am gona give it to you free cause u look really hot in that utfit. Hey are you gonna be at the concert tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah I am actually.” I looked back at him. “Hey BTW my name’s ebondy dark’ness dementia TARA way what’s yours?”

“Tom Rid.” He said and ran a hand through his black-dyed hair. “maybe I’ll see you there tonight.”

“Yeah I don’t think so cause I am going there with my bf drako you sick perv!” I yelled angrily, but before he could beg me to go with him, Hargrid flew in on his black broom looking worried. “OMFG EBONDY U NEED OT GET BACK INTO THE CASTLE NOW!”

huh. my immortal is shorter than i remember

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CHAPTER 1: Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim.

Summary: 19 year old Elizabeth Hillard is met with the truth that she is actually a late blooming Omega.

Please read the trigger warnings and tags!: description of medical vagina examination, abandonment and verbal scolding/abusive tones. non-consensual treatment. non-consensual drugging.

Notes: A gift to @cursedcursingviking

“Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim” means “be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.”

April 15th 2023, 13:00pm, Saint Heiler, Jersey, United Kingdom.

“Holy shit, holy shit, no, no, no!” she was sobbing. Stick in hand, a horse shoe and a smiley face soaked in her urine on the tip. Five other tests were on the floor around her feet, all positive; all Omega.

She couldn’t believe this, her whole life said “Alpha, Alpha, you are an Alpha.”

Her parents were both Alphas!

She was meant to be an Alpha!

The possibility of being an Omega for her is less than six percent. The last Omega in her family was her great-grandmother on her mother’s side or some distant shit like that. Her aunts and uncles were all betas and Alphas.

Her family have always told her that “to be an Omega is to be a waste of time.”

Omegas were submissive, obedient, they were at home looking after pups or in the hospital at the nursery or at daycares looking after loud, slobbering toddlers.

Her family were strongly built, they were made of soldiers, police officers, construction developers, political leaders and company CEO’s. Not pathetic, whiney housewives.

Currently she was seeing her whole world swirling down the toilet as she flushed it.  She wanted to stay in school and study to be a high paid vet! Now she’ll be sent to a correctional centre or foreign country with extra distant family and forced to knit and paint until finally sold off to a partner or a birthing centre for science.

She sobbed harder before finally vomiting over the toilet bowel induced by the overwhelming stress.

Laying her cheek on the seat she glanced at her watch and cringed. Her mother would be home any minute! Picking up each test, she considered snapping them in half and clogging the toilet up with them yet what was the use? When scent was in the picture evolution was the final bitch.

Looking at the many smiley faces she felt like they were mocking her, laughing at her. Normally she would get angry, but now…instead she was sad. Tears sprung in her eyes again as she cradled them to her chest. Stumbling out of the bathroom she clamped up the stairs to her bedroom. She shut the door instead of slamming it. Gentle, considerate. Dropping the tests onto the side table, she fell into her bed and crawled under her covers.

“W-worst day ever.” She cried over and over, muffled by the softness of her pillows she inhaled in.

April 15th 2023, 16:30pm, Saint Heiler, Jersey, United Kingdom.

“Beth! Come down here please!” Her mother called from the kitchen.

Elizabeth’s eyes flashed open, she was wrapped in a tumble of her sheets and blankets. Her mother must’ve just come just gotten home, she was always so busy with her corporate work, she hadn’t seen her dad in two weeks since his overtime in the city bank.

She could hear her call again, firmer this time around.

She groaned and dragged herself up from her bed and down the stairs. Her stomach growled, hungry. She wondered what her mother was planning to cook or if they were just going to have pizza.

Stepping into the Kitchen her mother was kicking off her leather shoes and ripping her suit jacket over the counter.

“What did I say about boys?” She snapped over her shoulder. Drinking down a Painkiller. Great, she was already in a bad mood. She forgot her mother only got her cornrows re-braided yesterday, her head must’ve been violently sore. Elizabeth tried warning her to not go into work, call in a sick day, but no one would attempt to change Mrs. Hillard’s mind once it was made, like most mums.

But boys? Now that Elizabeth didn’t understand the sudden burst of tone. She felt her body loosen and turn icy, her skin covered in goosebumps. She mother was furiously popping an second pill before her when Elizabeth shivered, “D-don’t bring boys over.”

She sneered, her canines flashing; her large brown eyes identical to her daughters, glared her down.

Stepping around her to the cupboards, she whipped out an air freshener and dosed the room in a scent of lavender…only to be clouded by hormonal pheromones.

She felt the air grow painfully heavy as her mother hissed and sprayed the can out, before furiously slamming onto the counter and slamming the cupboards shut.

“Then why the fuck do I smell an omega?!” her sharp nail pointed to the ceiling and she began yelling as though there was someone upstairs she was calling to, “You tell that bloody boy to get out before I haul his goddamn omega ass out onto the fucking sidewalk!”

Omega…She thinks I brought an omega over…She smells…me…omega…I’m an omega…no…no…

“M-mum…I don’t have a b-boy over,” Elizabeth stepped from side to side.

Her mother pinched the bridge her nose and sighed, “Well Beth…I didn’t know you were into girls,” gently reaching out, and peeled back her daughter’s silk cap lovingly releasing her coily hair, “…but she needs to leave.” Her mothers fingers touched her cheek, boiling. It was then that colour started to fade from her face.

“Mum, please-” Before the poor teen could explain that she was the scent, Mrs Hillard marched her way up stairs and slammed open the door to her room where a giant wave of humid Omega scent flew out.

No…no! Mum! Stop! No!

Her voice was silent, her lips shut in a worried grimace.

As Elizabeth ran up the stairs, she heard her mother scream.

April 15th 2023, 17:45pm, Saint Heiler, Jersey, United Kingdom.

The hospital was…cold…the air-conditioning pelting down on her neck made her snuggle deeper into her sweater. Her mother was trembling just as hard as she was. She was shaken up herself, Elizabeth couldn’t tell if her mother was experiencing fear, rage even …disappointment. She hadn’t let Elizabeth touch her ever since she found all the positive Omega tests. When she tried to hold her hand, her mother growled at her.

Elizabeth though craved touch, she needed support, she needed her mum, she needed affection.

The waiting room was almost empty, the only other people was an Omega man with his pup in a sling while his Alpha wife continued to protectively touch their baby’s forehead. Elizabeth stared at the baby though… pups…where are my pups?...

“Elizabeth Hillard?” an English accent cut through the train of thought on the baby. In the doorway to the hall, the tall doctor was looking between her and the couple. When she stood up, with her mother hot on her tail, he smiled and led them to his office.

Awkwardly Elizabeth sat down onto waiting chair next to the doctors desk. Taking a deep breath she could smell the scent of Alpha and hand sanitiser. The overwhelming senses made her feel slightly nauseas.

Her mother sat beside her with a mournful sigh, she lifted her hand out to the doctor to shake it, “Julia, Mrs Hillard, Beth’s mother.”

He smiled, “Hello Mrs Hillard, I’m Doctor Cavill.” After the two Alphas acquainted themselves he finally sat in his wheeley chair and regarded Elizabeth.

“What can I help you with today Miss Hillard?” he smiled. Beth noticed how he looked so clean, and was built like a brickhouse, he smelt like an Alpha. The rooms light glinted on his medical wrist band proclaiming him as his blood type and confirming his own scent. Behind his spectacles, his eyes were kind, made of two colours, blue and his left eye had a tip of brown…it was merely something she saw...his smile was warm like a freshly baked cookie. Oh god…she was aroused.

Beth didn’t realise she wasn’t answering his question when he stared at her and her mother finally answered.

“She smells like an Omega.”

The Doctor then turned his attention away and pursed his lips and lifted a single brow at Mrs. Hillard, “Is something wrong with that?”

Her mother scoffed and rose her voice to a humiliating state. Elizabeth’s heart was beating fast, her cheeks were heating up and she tried sinking further into the seat. Her nose dug into the woollen shoulder of her sweater.

“Her father and I are both pure blooded Alphas! How can this happen!? The last omega we had was my great-grandmother and that’s it!”

Doctor Cavill sighed calmly taking off his glasses and setting them on his desk he then folded his arms and stood from his desk, “I see, well then Mrs Hillard, please step outside to the waiting room. I will need to conduct a blood and vaginal test.”

Her mother obviously huffed and grumbled about ‘how unprofessional’ and ‘surely I can stay’. Even now Elizabeth wanted her to leave with her hostile attitude. Luckily there was no way a female Alpha would argue with a male Alpha. When the door shut though it felt strange. All the heavy tension in the room lifted off of Elizabeth’s chest. She felt instantly calmer and made it easier to breathe.

The doctor sat back into his desk chair and crossed a leg over another casually.

“So…” he smiled, “How do you feel Miss Hillard?”

She gulped slightly and shakily answered, “Everything is smelling sweeter than normal,” she hated the scent of hand sanitiser but now it was something she wanted to shove up her nose. If it blocked out every other scent from the dust on the walls to the chocolate in the vending machine outside to the scent of the alpha right in front of her…she’d drink it all down.

“No,” he chuckled pushing back from his desk and started rummaging through his desk for medical items, “I mean, are you okay? Are you stressed or scared, or are you alright? I can always get a cup of water for you. But we need to take your blood first.”

She shook her head and tucked her neck deeper down into her sweater. Her fingers felt the scratchiness of the wool. She nodded and slipped the material off over her head and folded it neatly onto the chair her mother sat.

“I’m terrified,” Elizabeth confessed, her voice choked up, “I don’t want to be an Omega, I hope this is just a stupid puberty flux…maybe it’s a flip!”

It wasn’t uncommon for this situation to happen. Hormones can sometimes Flip and shows signs for the two other blood types, sometimes blood has become contaminated due to high iron levels or too much sugar intake. Diabetes were always Flipping the board. There were a million things that could cause a Flip in the hormonal pool.

“There’s nothing wrong with being an Omega you know,” her doctor commented sternly, holding up a needle, changing the needle point while Elizabeth choked.

She felt unusually insulted, “Everything is wrong with being an Omega, I won’t get the job I want and I won’t be allowed to come to parties with my friends, I’ll be stuck home with a…a…a fucking baby. Or sent to a breeding farm! I heard about the science experiments conducted on pregnant Omegas in the camps.”

The doctor turn abruptly at her and narrowed his eyes at her, he seemed offended. What does he need to be offended about, he’s an Alpha!

But his frown became a smirk, “You’re aware they are safetly committed with the Omegas consent,” He patted the medical chair in the centre of the room, “But whatever case, what do you want to do Career wise?” he asked while she crawled up atop of the tall chair and let him pull up her sleeve and wipe the alcohol on her arm.

“I want to be a vet,” She winced as the needle broke through her skin. She looked away from the bubbling blood being sucked up through the tube.

As he pulled away and capped the needle tip he asked, “Ever thought about midwifery?”

“I don’t like babies,” she snorted, “They’re so uncomfortable to be around. And I don’t want to listen to a screaming woman in labour.”

She noticed the movement in his shoulders as they slumped, he nodded and she felt like she was failing an unspoken test. She felt a rising anxiety, she growled to herself, it’s just a hormonal Flip.

“Fair enough,” her doctor said off handily, he sealed up her blood in a plastic bag and started to write her details. The pen cap lazily hung from his lips. He looked like he smoked…he didn’t smell like it though, maybe it was the way he stood. His scent was so easy to smell and feel…the omega yearned to know if he could smell her. And to her tragic uncontrol, her underwear were rubbing rough against her sensitive areas, the fumes dragged out this needing slick that was sickening.

Being omega is disgusting, this is what they do all the time? Gross! GET ME SOME ALPHA HORMONES NOW. She knew this had to be wrong, all the time she had been surrounded by alphas and she had been strong and confident like an alpha, maybe a little strategic like a beta. She was sure though she was alpha rather than beta and there was no possible way for her to present as a dormant omega for this long!

“How old are you Miss Hillard?”

“I’m eighteen,” she informed him of her birthday and he nodded, writing it down in the corner of the bag.

She was officially pissed off, crossing her arms she felt her eyes watering. “I want to be an Alpha or even a Beta,” she whimpered, “I can’t be an Omega, no way.”

The whimper…Shit! Stop whimpering you baby! Stop proving this point! Could you be anymore Omega!?

The doctor placed the test bag on his desk before gifting her a soft tissue “Have you taken a home determine test?” his hands settled onto his knees as he crouched down before her.

She broke out into a light sob and nodded, “ugh huh, I took six different ones…all positive for Omega.”

The doctor smiled sadly and handed her the box of tissues he had on his desk.  A nurse came knocking barely after she had started. It made her feel puny when she couldn’t stop herself from crying. She felt helpless, why couldn’t they just get her some alpha hormones already?

“Please take this to the test room,” he asked the nurse, handling a plastic bag with her needle inside.

Doctor Cavill let Beth cry as long as she wanted and reminded her that it wasn’t a hundred percent if she was an Omega yet.

The doctor rubbed her back and cleared his throat. From a draw below her feet he pulled out a green plastic cape, “Miss Hillard would you like to step into the bathroom there and remove your bottoms? Put the gown on?”

Time to get the vaginal confirmation that she was tighter than a needle hole. She pushed his hand away. God he sounded patronising, even if he was being merely polite about the events unfolding she took it as a personal attack, an underlying “You’re a weak omega, deal with it!”

No! I’m not an Omega!

Things were escalating to quickly; she barely realised the conclusions she was leaping to and how dramatic she was pushing with these emotions. She sniffed hard and snapped at him, “Can’t I just take my pants off now?”

Doctor Cavill shifted back uncomfortably, he grit his teeth and scrunched up his eyes, “I merely am offering a more comfortable option,” he clapped his hands, “But you may if you wish, have you ever attended a gynaecologist for a papsmear?” he asked as he got his tools ready from another draw.

She leaped off the chair and slammed her foot down.

“Duh!” She yelled, kicking her shoes off, and shoving her pants down, she was furious. Moodswings was a popular symptom of Flips.

“I just want to get this over with. Mum is so pissed off. Can’t wait for some fucking A-pills.” She grumbled, leaning back into the chair and spread her legs apart…normally she did this with a female doctor but right now she was too impatient to request a woman and she needed to know how fucked up her Flip was and how long would she experience it and how powerful would the drugs be. She couldn’t ever stand the look her mother gave her when she held up the positive determine test with horror.

The doctor cleared his throat again, snapping white gloves onto his hand and over his wrist band. He squirted a tube of lube over his hands and over the speculum, lining it up to her vagina and pushed it inside slowly, “Miss Hillard, please relax for me.”

She huffed to herself. I am fucking relaxed! No you’re not, you’re a bad omega, obey him!

The metal was cold inside of her but she was looking forward to the results: Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, I am Alpha.

He took a flashlight and shone the light down her passage, looking down at her inner muscles, “How often do you practise sexual intercourse Miss Hillard?” looking up at her from her pussy.

Shit, the scent was strong, it was so sweet like maple syrup and honey but sweeter…lick me. Oh fuck please alpha please please.

She shook her head and blushed, “N-never, I’ve only masturbated. So….” She swallowed hard, her head felt hot and she swore she could feel cold sweat dripping down, “Am I an Alpha or Beta?”

The doctor dipped two rubber fingers inside of her, patting down and around inside her. And suddenly his eyes widened, he gently slipped out his fingers and the cold speculum out. On his fingers was blood…oh shit…

“You may sit up and dress Miss Hillard, “The doctor set his tools and gloves into a silver tray. She was shaking…what was she?

He was washing his hands in the sink right beside her head when she bit her lips and lifted up her undies and jeans back up. The room was so quiet, the only noise was the sinks running water and the air conditioner. Beth shivered and sniffled.

Doctor Cavill’s shoulders were low, he turned his head and faced her. Twisting his fingers together he shook his head, “Miss Hillard,” he started with a long exhaled breath, “You’re days away from your first Estrus.”

The earth dropped and the moon broke and the stars were dimmed…“What do you mean Estrus!?” she questioned. Tears spurted from her eyes again. Gagged by nature.

No fucking way. Yes way.

“‘Heat’, an Omega will go into Estrus or commonly known as Heat while an Alpha will go into Oestrus commonly known as a ‘Rut’,” Doctor Cavill tried explain only for the angry young woman to scream abuse at him.

“I know what it is! I must be going into Oestrus, n-not an estrus, I can’t be an Omega, doctor! Ch-Check again!”

Sweat trailed down her face onto her neck, her heart was punching her insides, seeking an escape of her ribcage.

When she tried undoing her pants again, her doctor tore her hands away and took her wrists up, he was breathing harshly through his nose, “Miss Hillard I’m going to have to ask you to sit down and take a deep breath. Listen to me.”

She shook her head over and over, she couldn’t believe it! She was finally sobbing hard, choking on her tears.

Wailing, “No, no, no, please doctor, please!”

Out of the depth of the doctor’s chest came a stern growl, “Sit. Down. Now. Or I will have to restrain and sedate you.”

Her body was out of control, she didn’t want to sit but her arse met the chair cushion anyway. Good omega.

The doctor huffed, shaking his head with disappointment, her head flinched down, cowering and humiliated. She felt apologetic, but this wasn’t the real her.

“Good girl,” he praised, handing her a paper cup filled with water from the sink, “Now drink.”

The water was gulped down in a heartbeat, she needed the refreshment even if she didn’t want it, her doctor nodded, “That’s it.”

As she sipped on some more water the nurse from earlier stepped inside and handed the doctor a sheet of paper. The blood results… she shook on the spot, her red face panicking.

“Pl-please.” She choked on the water slightly, clearing her sore throat she sniffled, “What does it say?”

There was still a chance, maybe he was wrong; maybe this was just a intense Oestrus that was causing her to bleed. Maybe it was so strong her vaginal walls were stabbing themselves, seeking out an omega cock to claim.

Cavill looked from her to the parchment a few times, he shook his head. He held out the medical sheet to her and pointed to a positive cross.

The world went silent even as he was talking to her…it was a distant noise.

“Miss Hillard, you are as I had diagnosed, Omega positive,” he scratched his gland gently, “You are days away from your first Estrus I will give you a choice to either battle through it with medical aids or medical suppressants.”

She dropped the paper and the cup, the shock was as cold as ice. She felt weak and her arms numb, her eyes rolled back and her mouth lulled open. Her life was completely over.

Elizabeth Hillard the Omega fainted.

April 16th 2023, 1:25am, Saint Heiler, Jersey, United Kingdom.

When Elizabeth woke up, she was delirious. The world wouldn’t stop twisting and turning. Abover her was a bright light, she cringed away and whimpered. There was a mean bite at her wrist. She felt cold, washed out. Her body was laid out and angled up a slight. Her cheek rubbed into the soft hospital pillow. She smelt blood, so much metallic salt in the air. And her stomach was viciously growling. She peered down and noticed what was pinching her wrist. Handcuffs. She was handcuffed to the railing of her bed!

Clearing her eyes, she found herself surrounded by three blue curtains. One was quick to open, startling her. The nurse from earlier smiled at her eagerly, her Beta tag was super shiny in the light, forcing Elizabeth to blink rapidly, “Oh look, you’re awake. Can you please tell me your full name sweetheart?”

When she sat up slowly and moaned, “Elizabeth Hendrix Hillard.”

Before she could ask the handcuffs to be removed, the nurse smiled and held up a torch.

“Wonderful, now I am gonna need to shine a little light in your eye, can you please look into the corner of the ceiling dear?”

Doing as she was told, it was quick and over as soon as it had begun. The nurse was pleased, “Fabulous, right, I’ll be right back, Doctor Cavill needs to have a chat with you.”

“B-but my hand…”

Ignoring her, the nurse left.

Something was clearly off. Why did they handcuff her!? She started to tug at the chain, feeling her anxiety seep deep and activate a sense of fight or flight. The curtains reopened. And in stepped the doctor.

He grinned and nodded his head to her, “Hello there Elizabeth, how are we?”

She wasn’t amused in the slightest, quick with retort. “Chained to a bed rail.”

He smiled and whipped out a key, uncuffing her from the bed. She cradled her wrist, murmuring ‘thankyou’.

Her stomach loudly purred, extinguishing the level of discomfort she wanted to send the doctor. “…and hungry.”

“I’ll tell the nurse to get you some jello,” he chuckled, rubbing his hands. Just as he was to leave, she launched herself forward and caught his medical coat, “Wh-where’s my mum?”

He softly assured her, “She is just sitting in my room, we were discussing options after I showed her and your father your blood results.” Oh…dad…oh jesus…

She suspected her father to have been incredibly furious. How much furniture did he break?

“You…” she paused, “options…” she gulped and smiled at the doctor, “….I want suppressants...as soon as possible.” They would surely fix everything! She could have some and go have a coffee with her friends tomorrow.

“Not those kind of options…” He sighed and perched himself near her feet at the foot of her bed.

That was a weird answer…what does he mean? Could they change my DNA? Could they turn me into an Alpha. She had heard of some new sciences like that coming in.

“What other types are there?” she laughed hesitantly.

When he didn’t answer her, she felt the air grow heavy again…there’s a reason they kept you chained like a bitch.

There was only one other option….a correctional institution. She felt ill.

“I want to see my mum,” she gulped and moved to slip out of the bed. The medical gown was scratchy against her skin, she started to feel worse, her fingers scrunched up and unravelled. Her body felt dizzy when she stood up to quickly. The doctor attempted to block her way when she peeled back the curtain to many empty bed and a single door with a sign, “Farewell room.”

No, no, fuck, no! where’s mum and dad!

She hurried to the door and shook at the handle, but it was locked, she was locked in with the doctor. She couldn’t escape. The floor cleaner and bright lights were clouding her senses, blinding her eys and stinging her mouth and nose.

She ripped a heavy breath, not thinking it would be so painful after holding it in too long. I won’t cry, no, no crying!

“Elizabeth I’m gonna need you to calm down,” the doctor informed her, setting his hands over her shoulders, she was fast to slap them away. She lowly growled at him and bared her teeth ferally. Don’t you fucking touch me!

When she realised whatg she had done, especially to an alpha, she felt instant regret and guilt, she choke on more tear and buried her head into the doctors chest. His heart was beating fast too, but not like her rabbit pounding blood.

“N-no,” she cried, “I want my mummy!”

She felt the doctor soothingly rub his hand over her head and down her back. He hushed her until she was just a whimpering woman.

The door unlocked, and finally…“Beth…” her mother spoke out to her.

She snapped back around and saw her mother and father beside the door. Her father barely came him, his lips curled in, disappointed, disgusted and silent.

A tiny smile came to Elizabeth’s face, her hands reached out, “Mum!”

But Mrs Hillard stood back from her. Again and again. The closer Elizabeth sought out her mother, the more Mrs. Hillard distanced herself and stood closer to the door.

“M-mum? H-hug me…” she begged, “pl-please mum?”

She sighed and looked away from her, refusing to look her in the eye. Shame. “Doctor Cavill, your father and I believe it is best if you…go away for sometime, “ she clutched her own arms, “…where people can help you.”

Elizabeth did not see it that way at all, and she knew her mother was lying out of her arse.

“I don’t need to be helped,” Elizabeth sniffled and smiled, “I just-just need some suppressants.”

“Elizabeth,” she seethed through her gritted teeth, “Go with the nice nurses.”

“M-mummy, please,” She put her hands together and got to her knees on the cold tiled floor, “Please don’t do this!”

“STOP!” her mother screamed, “You are making a scene!” she rolled her eyes and turned around to leave, “You will go to ‘Saint Selene’s School For Adolescent Omega.’ We may see you during the summer.” And slammed the door closed.

She ran to the door and found it locked, she pounded the window with her fists and screamed out, “D-don’t leave me, please don’t leave me Dad!…M-Mummy!” her father and mother did not look back as they walked away, abandoning their only child. Their backs and bodies continued to  get smaller and smaller the further they walked. The sight broke her heart. The concept of betrayal could not be clearer. Her breath clouded the glass, her tears sliding down and tapped onto the floor, onto her naked feet.

Doctor Cavill’s hand reached out and wrapped around her bicep, trying to tug her back from the door. “Come on,” he said.

She felt her body move and she went into a frenzy of defense, “Let go of me!”

When he did not, she saw a lonely pen on the end of a bed frame with a clip board. She grabbed it and jabbed his forearm. The blue ink spattered across his skin while he yelled in pain.

“Get the fuck off of me!” she squealed again and held up the pen with both hands, take a few steps back from the now pissed off Doctor. The sound of the door opening again had her heart rushing.

Mum!?

To her massive disappointment, it was the nurse who was shocked by the scene unfolded. Now Elizabeth was surrounded.

“Put the weapon down!” the beta demands, holding up her own hands in defence, “Now.”

“Calm,” was the word she heard him say beside her ear, before pressing her back into him, grasping her jaw and finally feeling an incredibly long sting in her neck followed by the unusual flow of liquidised drugs into her body, “calm.” Her last thought was, that’s a lot of fucking morphine.

[acklest]

I. The Virus

LIBRARY.

DEAN: So it's not a demon thing, like a... a Croatoan thing? SAM: Dude, I've looked for all the signs that would prove this was a demon thing or an angel thing or any other kind of monster thing, and they're not there. I mean... I think it's just a virus. DEAN: Awesome. So a virus is out there killin' people and we just, what... SIT AROUND? SAM: *wryly* You know, there HAVE been non-monster viruses now and then. Swine flu, Ebola... DEAN: *sullenly* I don't like it. SAM: *mock sympathetic* I know it frustrates you when you can't punch or kill something. DEAN: Oh, bite me. SAM: *standing up to stretch* I'm hitting the hay, man. I'm beat. DEAN: *turns the laptop around and reads what's on the screen* SAM: Don't stay up all night reading about this shit, you'll make yourself crazy. *walks away* DEAN: *to himself* Still pretty sure Ebola was a demon thing. SAM: *from the hallway* We never proved that!

THE NEXT MORNING.

DEAN: *in the same place where Sam left him, staring at something on the screen with glassy eyes* SAM: Seriously? *walks around to see what Dean is looking at* Oh. You're watching a movie, I thought you were binging on — *watches the movie for a few seconds* Is this —? You're watching Outbreak. Okay. *confiscates the laptop* Dean: HEY!

II. The Virus is Stateside

NEWS VIDEO: Health officials advise a distance from others of at least six feet. SAM: *scoffs* Yeah, that'll help. DEAN: *sitting approximately four inches away* What, like it can go a little over five feet, but six feet is right out? That's stupid.

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DEAN: *bent down, examining the bunker's open door while wearing a 50s-era black respirator over his face* SAM: *already exasperated* What are you doing? DEAN: *muffled grumpiness* SAM: The door seal is fine, the way you're checking it is probably making it worse. DEAN: *muffled denial, offended gestures* SAM: I SAW you pulling on the seal when I walked up. You're overreacting anyway. DEAN: *muffled thoughtful tone and rising inflection* SAM: Don't turn this into a project just because you think the mask is cool. DEAN: *standing, amused tone* SAM: No, you look like an idiot, you're probably letting who-knows-what into the bunker — DEAN: *turns back to the open door* SAM: And since that mask is like a hundred years old, you're probably breathing in asbestos. DEAN: *hastily removes it from his face, and holds it far away with two fingers* Ugh. Surprised you could even hear me in this damn thing. SAM: I couldn't. *walks away* DEAN: *confused, then annoyed, tosses the mask at the floor*

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SAM: *watching a video on his computer of panicked shoppers in a Wal-mart* DEAN: *watching over his shoulder* Yep. "Dumb panicky dangerous animals", right on time. SAM: You know, with all the news reports, I'm kinda surprised YOU'RE not out there trying to buy up everything. DEAN: *drawing back* What the hell for? SAM: *gestures at the screen* Because we'll need some supplies? DEAN: *laughs incredulously* Okay, listen, at any give time, there is enough shelf-stable food in this place to hold us for four months. SAM: *dryly* I bet, all the beer and bacon we'll ever need. DEAN: No, SMARTASS, I'm talking beer, bacon, soup, coffee, dried meats, pasta, rice, dehydrated milk — SAM: *hands up defensively* Okay, I'm sorry I even — DEAN: — big jugs of water, hand sanitizer, first aid stuff, your stupid fruity shampoo — SAM: Okay, I get — DEAN: I brought a bread-maker. A BREAD-MAKER, SAM. Do you know why? SAM: ...to make bread? DEAN: *slaps his hand down on the table, then points at the screen* 'Cause whenever any kind of shit hits the fan, THIS happens. That woman just bit the other woman on the FACE over toilet paper. ON THE FACE! These yahoos freak out and it can get people killed. SAM: Not to mention bitten. DEAN: *glares* It's called a contingency plan! SAM: Okay, I get it, you planned for something like this. That's awesome. DEAN: *walks away muttering* "Because we'll need supplies"... we live in a BUNKER.

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DONNA: *over speakerphone* You kids okay? Dean wasn't answering and I got a little worried. Did I call the wrong phone? I didn't want to abuse throwing up the bat signal, but with all that's going on... SAM: No, I'm sure you... called the right one. Dean's been, uh — you know, since they said that there were some people diagnosed in New York, he's been... [internal: batshit crazy] ...preoccupied. DONNA: I tell you, I'm jealous of the grocery store he put in that place. Almost lost an eye this morning just trying to buy a can of cinnamon rolls! They're not even shelf-stable. SAM: *brow furrowed* Uh, yeah, he — he made a good call with that. DONNA: Hey, can you put him on the phone? I just wanna say hi. DEAN: *walking purposefully down the hall, wearing goggles, a red bandanna over the lower half of his face, with a rope over one arm, duct tape in one hand, and a what appears to be a makeshift flame thrower* SAM: Oh god. *to Donna* Hold on for just a — DEAN?! What are you doing? DEAN: *distantly* CONTINGENCIES! SAM: *to Donna* Dean is either about to set something in the ventilation system on fire or... or maybe rob a train. I'll call you back.

*****

DEAN: *wearily* I thought there might be something wrong with the ventilation. SAM: Yeah, I get that. But you’re not getting the flame thrower back. You can keep your stupid rope, though. DEAN: *looking down at the rope* Was that Donna on the phone? SAM: Yeah, she was worried about you because she called and you didn't answer. DEAN: Was gonna call her back but — *looks up* Wait, is she alright? SAM: *smiling* Besides almost losing an eye when she tried to buy a can of cinnamon rolls, she's doing fine. DEAN: *furrowed brow* A can of cinnamon rolls? SAM: I know, they're not even shelf-stable. DEAN: Right?!

III. The Virus is in Kansas

SAM: Dean, you're not even high risk. You don’t have respiratory issues or underlying health stuff. Even if you DID catch it, you wouldn't die. DEAN: *relaxes slightly* SAM: I mean, not from the virus at any rate. DEAN: *glares*

****

GARTH: *over speakerphone* How are y’all holding up? No fever, no sniffles? SAM: No, we've been staying inside, washing our hands, the whole bit. GARTH: How's Dean taking it, with his uh — SAM: *looks around and listens to make sure Dean isn't nearby* They just identified a couple of cases in the state and he is LOSING it. GARTH: *laughs* Yeah, I figured he wasn't going outside for awhile. SAM: That's the thing. He DESPERATELY wants out of here. He NEEDS to get out of here. I know the look. GARTH: But outside is — SAM: Right. GARTH: So you're dealing with a recluse who has cabin fever. SAM: *huffs* Welcome to my world. GARTH: Full hazmat gear, spraying you with hand sanitizer? SAM: *hastily takes the call off speakerphone* Please don't tell him that they come in sprays. GARTH: *laughs* He won't hear it from me. Well, at least you guys don't have to go shopping, huh? Not with that big supply cache of yours. SAM: You know about that? GARTH: He sent me some pictures when he started a few months back. It's crazy organized. We're thinking of doing something like that ourselves. SAM: Yeah it's... it's something else. GARTH: You should TRY to get him out of the house. Maybe if he sees a little bit of the outside, he'll realize it's not like 28 Days out there. SAM: *mentally adds that movie to the “NO” list* If I can manage to talk him into it. GARTH: Well, I'll let you go. Tell Dean I said hey and you two try not to kill each other for once. SAM: *smiling* Nice. GARTH: *pause* Oh god, why did I say "for once", I don't know where that — I just mean, don't go crazy or — oh god, I'm just gonna hang up.

*****

KITCHEN.

SAM: I don't think you need to wear the mask inside. DEAN: *through mask* You coughed this morning. SAM: I choked on some toast, Dean! It was ONE COUGH. DEAN: All I'm sayin' is, you weren't coughin' before, then you go out and now — SAM: I only went out because you wouldn't shut up about the masks! DEAN: I didn't mean GO OUT, in all that — *vaguely gestures at the outside world* I meant it would be good to have some if we HAD to go out. SAM: *hopeful* So now that we have them, you might go out? DEAN: Why the hell would I do that? SAM: You just said — DEAN: HAVE to go out, Sam! HAVE to. SAM: Dean, I promise you, it's really not that bad. Take the stupid thing off, at least in here. DEAN: *firmly* No. SAM: *closes book loudly* Okay. *reaches across to pull the mask off one of Dean's ears* DEAN: Hey! Don't touch the face! SAM: *sees that there's a second mask underneath the first one* Seriously? DEAN: CONTINGENCIES!

*****

JODY (over text): You boys sheltering in place? SAM: all locked down SAM: what about you guys? JODY: We're all socially distant here JODY: And a couple of us are emotionally distant just to be on the safe side JODY: But the wifi went out yesterday and I thought there'd be blood on the floor SAM: well at least we still have internet SAM: for now at least JODY: And like a million books JODY: And the grocery store Dean put in can't hurt either SAM: he told you about that? JODY: Told me? He sent me a three minute video tour SAM: *eyeroll* JODY: He's so proud it's cute JODY: Not like "I killed Hitler" proud but it was up there

*****

SAM: *knocks on Dean's door* It's like, noon, dude. *starts to push the door open* Even for you that's — *looks at the made-up bed* Damn it. SAM: *loudly addressed to the entire bunker* Dean?! *to himself* Oh god, don't tell me he went back up to the ventilation. DEAN: *distantly* In here. SAM: *walking towards the sound to the "war room" of the bunker, which is dark* Dean? DEAN: Quit yelling, I'm right here. SAM: *hits the lights* DEAN: *blinking and wincing at the map table, eight books around him* Dude... SAM: Why are you sitting here in the dark? DEAN: *defensively* The table lights up. SAM: That doesn't mean it's — whatever. What are you doing in here? DEAN: Well... *starts to rub his face but looks at his hand and drops it back to the table* I was thinking, this thing runs on some kind of network right? SAM: The bunker? Yeah. DEAN: So this place is protected from bombs, nuclear fallout, tornadoes... and "other environmental concerns", whatever the hell that means. SAM: *smiles* Not very comprehensive. DEAN: Right. Environmental, is that germs? Could that mean germs? SAM: That would probably be under something like "biological concerns." I don't think "germ warfare" was big on the priority list at the time, or at least there wasn't much they could do about it. DEAN: *sleepily* I guess not. SAM: *picking up one of the books* These are like... old programming books. DEAN: Yeah... I thought maybe I could figure out how to make adjustments to the ventilation so that maybe it was... I don't know, more strict? Granular? I don't know, man. SAM: Is there a way to do that? DEAN: *dry laugh* Oh sure. SAM: One where we don't suffocate and die? DEAN: Not so much. SAM: That's what I thought. *picks up another book* FORTRAN? COBOL? Dean, no one under 80 years old knows either of these. DEAN: That's not true, there's YouTube tutorials. SAM: *stares at him* DEAN: I'm not sayin' they were helpful. I'm just... sayin'. SAM: *flips through another* Dean, this one's written in Cyrillic. DEAN: Hadn't gotten to that one yet. It'd probably make about as much sense as the others. At least COBOL has like... words. SAM: So your plan was to sit here for hours and hours, in the dark, in your stupid pajamas — DEAN: *glances down at pajamas, hurt* SAM: — to try and tweak something that was obviously built as a closed system to prevent exactly what you were planning to do, that may even run partially on MAGIC — DEAN: What the hell else am I supposed —? SAM: —  With no programming know-how of any kind, you were just gonna sit here all night until you learned a programming language from the 1950s? DEAN: *mumbling* Does sound kinda like bullshit when you lay it all out. SAM: It IS bullshit! DEAN: Whatever. Man, I'm just saying... if this place starts to malfunction, I won't have any idea what to do. None. And then the MoL are SoL, dude. SAM: *rolling his eyes* Okay, get up. We have to get you out of here, just for a few minutes. DEAN: What? Go out there?? SAM: Yes. Wear your mask, wear seven masks, but we have to get you out of here before you make us both crazy. DEAN: No. SAM: Look, when you go out there, you'll see that it's not that bad. Just a few minutes, dude. Down the road! You won't even have to get out of the car. DEAN: No? SAM: No. *puts his hand out to help Dean up* But you should sleep first, you look like you're about to fall over. DEAN: *slaps Sam’s hand away and gets up by himself* Fine. SAM: *smirks* "The MoL are SoL"? How long have you had that one on tap?  DEAN: *grins* A couple of weeks now.

****

DEAN: *in his dead guy robe, trying not to fall asleep over his cup of coffee* SAM: Still can't sleep, huh? DEAN: *without opening his eyes* Don't wanna throw off my sleep schedule. SAM: Dude, you HAVE no sleep schedule. DEAN: Can you give me like... a half-hour before you start nagging me? SAM: I'm not nagging you! I just... So I just got off the phone with Jesse... DEAN: *opening his eyes* New Mexico Jesse? Are those two alright? SAM: They're just fine, they're out in the back of beyond. They were already doing the social distance thing. DEAN: *closing eyes again* Good. SAM: But Jesse asked me if you had worked out the cooling issue with your... supply... grocery thing, and... I've never seen it. DEAN: I wasn't gonna show you until it was done. SAM: But you sent the pictures or whatever to like, every number in your contacts. DEAN: Well they don't have to live off of it, but you do, so you can see it when it's done. SAM: Well... technically... Garth sent me a picture, so I have... kind of seen it already. DEAN: *opening eyes again, cursing under his breath* SAM: So show me what all the fuss is about. DEAN: *sighs* Alright, fine. *pushes his chair back from the table* But there's one last thing I need to do, so don't judge it yet. DEAN: *walks farther down the hall to a room marked "Cold Storage", looks hesitantly at Sam, then squares his shoulders to open the door and hit the lights* Go on. SAM: *walking inside* Cold storage? Isn't this where — Whoa. *looks at neatly organizes metal shelves, upon shelves, upon shelves, a colorful display of beers, and three freezers along the back wall* Dude. DEAN: *a little proud, rests against one of the freezers with his arms crossed* I mean, it's a bunker, so it's stupid that we just had bread and ground beef and milk in the fridge, you know? The room was just sitting here, might as well use it. SAM: *smiles a little at the bread-maker on one shelf with some bread next to it and snags a piece, chews for a moment, then spits it out* Oh my god, that's the driest thing I've ever tasted. DEAN: *offended* I'm a beginner! SAM: Right. Sorry. *looks around* What's not done? DEAN: *gestures at a back corner with an empty table* I'm gonna try to set up some lights in here and try to grow some vegetables, maybe one of those big fans. You just grow them in big pots and I wanted there to be like, a tomato or a carrot before you saw it. *grins wanly* Can't stock up on four months worth of salad for your dumb ass, so... SAM: *laughs* Yeah, guess not. Dude, how long did this even take? DEAN: Started a few months back, just working on it a little bit at a time. Wasn't gonna use the freezers because, you know, corpses were in there, but buying those suckers new is expensive. These still seemed to work fine, so I just cleaned them. *frowns slightly*  Like a few times. SAM: It looks awesome. DEAN: Cooling system thing took awhile. I mean, fine for corpses, but not for long-term freezing. *yawns* Then there was too MUCH cooling so that was a mess. Had to rewire some of the outlets for voltage after I did that. *yawns again* There was already a generator set aside for this room, but a couple of weeks back, I set up a back-up generator that runs independently so if we... SAM: *turns away from the shelves* So if we what? DEAN: *chin resting on chest, snoring softly* SAM: Great. Why can’t this ever happen near like, a couch or a bed? 

IV: The Virus is in Lebanon. Maybe.

SAM: So, we got you outside, and into the car. This is progress. Baby steps. DEAN: *wearing multiple masks in driver's seat* Let's just do this so you'll shut up about it and I can get back into the bunker. SAM: Still don't think you need all the guns though. DEAN: Pffpt. SAM: See, we'll just go up the street, into town. Just a few miles. DEAN: Stow it, Mr. Touchy Feely. Let me do this. SAM: *mocks gently* Okay, at your own speed. DEAN: *glares and eases the car out onto the road* SAM: See? No bodies lying in the streets, no boarded-up storefronts, it's just something that's going on and some people are dying, and that sucks, but most people are just — *gestures at some people walking down the road* Dealing with it, see? DEAN: Oh, you mean those assholes THAT ARE IN A GROUP? Roll down your window. SAM: Are you serious, you just — DEAN: ROLL IT DOWN! SAM: *rolls eyes, rolls down window* DEAN: *to the people walking* HEY, NO GROUPS! SAM: *tries to roll up the window* I'm not sure three people counts as — DEAN: Did that dude just SNEEZE? He's not wearing a mask! SAM: Dean, don't... DEAN: *yelling to the guy from Sam's window* HEY! DID YOU JUST SNEEZE? GUY: For the last time, I have allergies! DEAN: Yeah right, YOU'RE GONNA GET US ALL KILLED! SAM: *quickly rolls the window up again* DEAN: No, don't roll it up, I still — *looks out his own window* Are these two assholes MAKING OUT? SAM: Dean... no, okay, I was wrong, this was a bad idea. You were right, let's go back to the bunker. DEAN: What? No, no one's out here like monitoring these people??? If I'd known that I would've been out here weeks ago. *rolls down his own window to yell at the lovebirds* HEY! THAT'S NOT SIX FEET! SAM: *sinks down as far as he can into the passenger seat* Oh god.

Brochester Hijinks Masterlist

[starrysupercell]

A quick one shot I whipped up over the course of yesterday evening to now. Give it up for our holiday-loving Pirate girl!

~💰~Penny For Your Pranks ~🃏~

It was very early in the morning, or super late at night, depending on how you want to describe it. The sun was nowhere near to coming out yet, and everyone was soundly sleeping.

For one girl, it was the perfect time to get up- for her plan that is. What plan was that, you ask? Well, it was the funniest day of the year, April Fools', and it would be such a waste to let it pass without topping last year!

No section would be left untouched by Penny today! She had targets everywhere.

To get started, she had to get from her room to the deck first. That meant sneaking past Darryl's room, then dropping down to the small rowboat attached before he noticed. Then, if things went well, she'd be out of reach thanks to her top secret plotted out map.

Penny opened the door slowly, carefully. She peered out and looked down the dark looming hallway. First right, then left.

She stepped out, opening the door further to take her brown bag stuffed full of tricks and tools she needed. Her trusty cannon was strapped to her back. For now, she also held her boots at hand to minimize any noises she made for the trek.

Penny tiptoed down the hall, stepping on the wooden boards that creaked the least. It took several long minutes, but it was well worth it when she made it to the surface without a problem.

The girl walked to the side of the ship. It was chilly, but nothing she wasn't used to. She placed the bag on the small boat one end, and began to climb over the side of the ship. She stood on it now with a triumphant grin and began to shift the ropes necessary to bring it down.

Penny looked forward and froze.

There, at the center of the deck stood a bot. Not the one she was on the lookout for, but one who could still make it or break her scheme. He bounced in place idly, a grin on his face. "Klafshgijnknalu?" Tick asked.

Penny held a finger to her lips and whispered. "Shhh...! Tick- Look. It's April Fools'! You can't expect me to hold still today."

"Spiwygdt? Ydeimwiwhbpa. Lwbikdya!" Tick frowned.

"I had to keep this under wraps, buddy!" Penny told him. "I would have told you, but this a big top secret project, I promise! Next time, I'll bring you along, but I need you to just keep it on the downlow, can you do that for me?" She reasoned with him.

"...Skjshfkulinbanieu," Tick said. "Lempikenlochopak."

"A month?" Penny rolled her eyes. "Fine! But I'm not gonna cover your tab anytime soon pal!" She stuck her tongue out.

"Sjsjkfjkti." Tick grinned and hopped away.

Even with the drawback of extra chores for a month (overpriced favor!), Penny smiled again. She looked out the water. That little exchange may have set her back some minutes, but she could still make due time. She lowered the boat carefully into the water. The rope went up, and she floated atop the water.

She shoved her boots on. She took off her beanie. The finishing touch to her ensemble was a Jester's Hat. Just for the occasion.

Penny began to row to the mainland of the Park.

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The first place hit was the Junkyard. When they opened that day, everything seemed okay.

Pam had left some projects on the worktable the night before, so after breakfast she opened her toolbox and grabbed a hammer. Wait. It felt... light. She was strong for sure, but hammers usually had some weight to it.

With a strange look and unadulterated confusion, Pam hit the tool against the table. Squeak! "What in the..?"

Pam looked at her box, her tools. She grabbed and lifted it. Light as a feather. She turned the box upside down to dump out the contents of fake tools, but dozens of nuts and bolts fell out as well with a loud clatter. "Ugh!" Pam exclaimed.

Wait another pickin' minute. Today was a certain day, wasn't it? That day.

Jessie poked her head in through the door. "Are you okay, Mom?"

"It wasn't you who did this, was it Jessie?" Pam asked. For her sake, it better not have been.

"Um, no?" She said, walking in. She poked at one of the tools with her foot and giggled at its squeak. She stopped when she realized her mom was only frowning.

Pam believed her. She raised her so Jessie would know better than to lie. "Nani!" She called, annoyed as she kicked at the inflatable tools. "Come here!"

The robot entered with a smile. "Yes? What is it?" She asked.

"Go through Peep's archives. See if he filmed the troublemaker responsible for this prank."

"Okay." She responded dearly, sending a signal to her analog. The hovering bot zipped in, circling the room once before landing in Nani's hands.

Near instantly, fast moving scenes of the night before began flashing on Nani's screen. Dinnertime, preparing for bed, scouting the halls.

At one point, there seemed to be a flash of a silhouette with dark shades of purple and green present, but Peep's screen was suddenly shot with something that obscured his vision. He started the self cleaning process, but by the time it was done and he was ready to record again, whoever it was vanished. Everything seemed unchanged, so Peep went on his way.

"Crafty little.. bugger." Pam said, minding her language in front of her daughter. She sighed.

"Sorry," Nani said, her eye returning onscreen.

"Ehh, it ain't your fault. I'm more ticked at whoever's done this." Pam assured her. "I guess I'll continue later- well I'm expecting whoever it was to return or something. I'll raise hell if I don't get my tools back."

Jessie stayed quiet, the scene made her vaguely recall something that morning...

The more she thought about it, the more she could swear she recalled being woken up briefly by a bit of clattering outside. She sat up sleepily and looked out her window, where she saw a figure stumbled over a pile of junk outside.

She looked around and hastily ducked out of sight somewhere out of view, not noticing Jessie at all, it seemed.

Whoever it was, had short pink hair.

After that single observation, Jessie fell back tiredly and slept soundly once more.

'Penny?' Jessie wondered now. 'It makes sense too.. she loves every holiday.' The young redhead smiled to herself, a plan of her own beginning to form.

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Tara meditated, facing the sun and feeling the warm glow graze her face. This was how she greeted every day. Reflection was essential. Taking time to be at peace with one's self, and the world around them was a daily task for her.

She inhaled, and kept her breath.

Somewhere inside, Sandy was drowsily walking along. He mumbled sleepily at Gene's garbled good morning.... and stepped on the rug placed in the living room. As soon as he placed weight on his foot, the bubble wrap underneath popped and he jolted, startled.

Sandy hopped forward to escape the noise, but only managed to set off more of the wrap. This went on for another couple of dance-like steps before an eye slipped open and he looked down at the carpet. "..."

He sidestepped and continued on his way to the bathroom, pretending nothing happened even as Gene laughed. He was fully awake now (as awake as Sandy could be that is.)

Tara exhaled evenly, but her eye was closed in a smile.

Yes, she did know. Nothing could escape her- not even a mischievous little jester... but that didn't mean she was obligated to warn everyone else here.

She laughed quietly in her mystic chorus of voices as she thought about the other little noisy traps set throughout the house.

'Like those cheap party poppers attatched to nearly every door,' Tara mused, hearing the tell-tale sound of the first one going off.

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It was always a dilemma, practically ritual by now.

He took off the hat, and considered how he looked. He put it on, striking a different pose in front of the mirror. Then off again, and he worked on his hair with a hum.

Chittering from his Bats right outside his door made Mortis glance over. "What is it, my pretties?" He called, then mumbled absent mindedly as he continued to preen. "I'm trying to look pretty."

They started to scratch at the door. Mortis sighed, placed the top hat on his head, gave a "hmm," and tossed it to his bed to go and open the door.

His cloud of Bats flew in overhead, and Mortis ducked partway. "What? What is-?" He looked up at them, and his mouth opened slightly in a shocked, confused expression.

"Why are you all... festive?!" Tiny, colorful party hats and bow ties adorned a good number of the colony- Who... and how...when...?

He made it out of his room and darted to the dining room but Frank and Emz weren't there. He looked out the window, and was even more distressed.

The outside looked like....!

Mortis ran outside, his cape trailing behind him. He kicked the front door open, where there they were- His niece and Frank.

The scenery was bright and colorful- looking like someone's birthday party. Balloons littered the place, and there were streamers all along the house.

Frank was looking around, scratching his head.

Emz was flashing pictures. "You know, I'd thought this place needed a splash of color. And look at that, I was right!"

"This is a graveyard!" Mortis exclaimed. "It's supposed to be dreary!"

"Yea, I guess." Emz rolled her eyes. "I'm just saying, geez." She fixed her hair, and turned so the balloons would show up in her background.

Frank had walked to the side upon noticing a shining sheen of paint high above on the house. He grunted at the two to call them over.

It was a sparkly portrait of a unicorn gracefully mid-run. Pastel spray paint which likely had glitter in the mix. (It was washable, but the Spooky Triad didn't know this yet.)

"Who even had the time for all of this??" Mortis asked, hands in his hair and truly bewildered. "My Bats, the balloons, THIS!"

"Do your Bats look this cute too?" Emz asked, taking a whole new photoshoot with this backdrop too.

"Yes, the most precious things you'll see in your life, ever! But that's not the point here!" Mortis said in distress.

Frank laughed. He knew one thing. He wasn't going to help clean this up.

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A tropical setting at the Snowtel, complete with coconut halves instead of paper snowcones for Lou.

'Please Use Other Door' signs were posted on every door in the Gift Shop... inside and out.

Sticky notes scrawled with 'out of order' was on everything in Bea and Rosa's Lab. Yes, everything. The computer, plants, Sprout, the desk, every single pen and pencil...

Bull's Diner... was now Bull-erina's. Instead of the cool and retro vibe the Gang was proud of, you guessed it. It was now a ballet dance studio-themed diner.

And so on and so forth with pranks along these veins at each of the sections. It was mayhem in Starr Park. The wild lass actually did it.

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Penny yawned as she rowed back to Darryl's ship. Her bag was empty. Everyone would be discussing this until next April. And nobody caught her! All in a night's/morning's work.

The prankster climbed over the railing of the ship. She felt great.

One thing left, she tilted her near empty bag and scattered countless marbles on the floor.

And then, she headed back to her room to snooze for as long as possible.

It was a long night, so took her hat off, changed into some comfy PJs, and threw herself back onto her bed. She closed her eyes with a smile before hearing a faint beeping.

Penny opened her eyes in time to see a hatch on her ceiling open and a pie fall out.

The attack was direct on its target. Her face. Cherry Bomb...

The girl sat up, wiping off the fruits and crust as best she could to at least be able to see. Ugh..! Was this Tick? That little rat! She trusted him!

Penny stood and headed to her bathroom. She may as well take a shower. She's been up all night and then this. Afterward, she could sleep.

As she showered, the cherry smell never went away. She'll just deal with it later, she supposed. However, as she was drying off, she finally realized it. Her skin wasn't clean- she was sticky.

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"...And as I was walking here, I saw a whole bunch of other places she hit already. So you'll be hearing from them if anyone pinpoints the pranks to her like I did." Jessie explained, popping a cherry Jolly Rancher in her mouth as she talked to Darryl at their table. "Thanks again for letting me put that motion sensor above her bed."

The Captain nodded. "If she dishes out pranks, she should expect them too."

They then began to chat about other things, how work was, the weather, and more.

Tick listened in and snickered at the turnout for the day. He went to the deck and slipped on some marbles. "Ogjwbrqltbbsheka!" He cried out.

[vannahfanfics]

Rainy Days

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Characters: Tohru Honda, Kyo Sohma

The subtle hint of hibiscus hung in the air as Tohru scrubbed the dishware with the magenta floral-scented dish soap. Bubbles wafted in the air, their effervescent membranes sheening with curvy rainbows before bursting spontaneously. Tohru hummed a poppy tune under her breath as she finished the last of the dishes; she'd heard it on the radio at work yesterday, and it'd been stuck in her head ever since. As she placed the clean white plate in the drying rack, she swung her hips exaggeratedly and flapped her arms a little, splattering water droplets over the counter. 

"There we go! All finished!" she chirped as she swept a dish towel over the counter to clean up the spilled water. She dried her damp hands before folding the cloth neatly and setting it beside the sink. Smiling proudly, she flicked her bangs from her face with one hand while gripping her hip with the other. "Dishes are all done, so now it's off to work!" she proclaimed in a sing-song tune. Just as she was about to head off to her bedroom to get ready, a splattering, splashing sound drifted into her ears. Blinking, she instinctively glanced at the window above the sink to find raindrops pounding against the glass. 

"Oh? The rain started early," she frowned. The weather report had predicted that the storm wouldn't roll in until an hour after Tohru got to work, but meteorology wasn't exactly a perfect science. It wasn't like the atmosphere was exchanging memos with the meteorologists! It's not raining hard, so I should be able to suffice with just an umbrella! Tohru reasoned as she skipped out of the kitchen. Yuki and Shigure were watching the developing weather report with keen interest, while Kyo was slumped over the kotatsu table, barely awake and groaning petulantly. Tohru couldn't help but snicker; Kyo's cat-like habit of snoozing on rainy days was just too endearing. 

"Miss Honda," Yuki quipped as she passed into the hallway joining the kitchen and living room, "are you sure you should go to work today? They're predicting that the storm will get quite bad." Tohru smiled sweetly in response to his concern. 

"Oh, it's all right. I'm sure it'll blow over by the time I get off! Besides, it's too late to call out. I'll be all right!" she reassured him. Without pulling his gaze from the television screen, Shigure clicked his tongue. 

"Our dear sweet Tohru, so hard-working and full of integrity," the older man sighed dramatically. Kyo whined under his breath at the wheedling in Shigure's voice and cracked an eye open to glare at him. 

"Shaddup. God, why are you so irritating this early in the morning?"

"Stupid cat, it's already nine." 

"I didn't ask you!" Kyo hissed at the silver-haired boy, invisible hackles bristling at Yuki's detested huff. Squinting angrily, Kyo slid off the table to flop onto his side and curl up on the floor. His eyes peered at Tohru through the bright orange hair that fell into his face. "Anyway, just don't come home cryin' that your rain boots are all full of water, ya hear?" Tohru giggled again and shook her head. His tone was as gruff as always, but she knew that behind the harsh words existed genuine worry. 

"I'll be just fine!" she insisted before dashing off to her room. She grabbed her umbrella and her purse before running back down the hall, heading for the front door. "I'll see you all this evening! I'm making beef stew for dinner tonight!" Shigure cried out at her announcement, melodramatically holding the back of his hand to his forehead.

"Oh! Tohru, what would we do without you? Don't forget your raincoat!" Tohru paused at the front door to shuffle through her shoulder bag until she spied the edge of a rubber cloth in the depths. In the gloom of her purse, it looked like the pink-and-white fabric of her raincoat. 

"I’ve got it! Bye now!" she called back before scampering out of the door. She unfolded her umbrella as she jumped off the porch, and the rubber sang as the cascading raindrops pounded against it. Tohru smiled pleasantly as she inhaled deep to drink in the aroma of disturbed earth and the slightly salty rain. I love rainy days! she thought. As she set a brisk pace down the path, she jumped through the puddles, splashing her boots with the muddy water. Her giggles joined in with the symphony of the raindrops, completing the aura of contentment. 

The storm continued throughout Tohru’s workday, though she didn’t notice. Humming the same poppy tune, she proceeded through her list of tasks for the day- cleaning all the windows, sweeping and mopping, and taking out the trash. Time always flies when one is busy, so five p.m. came very quickly. Tohru stored her work cart and uniform and headed towards the front of the building after bidding her coworkers farewell. She swung her umbrella around her wrist contentedly as she strolled towards the front doors, a bounce in her step as visions of beef stew danced in her head. She screeched to a halt as soon as she walked into the lobby.

“Oh, dear,” Tohru blinked with a faltering smile. “It didn’t blow over…” In contrast, the rainstorm had worsened considerably. Rain slapped in sheets against the glass doors and windows, coating the pains in thick streams that blurred the image of the street into a watery mosaic. Thunder rolled endlessly in the gray heavens, and lightning streaked in jagged white snakes through the thick angry clouds. Their flashes illuminated the street like massive strobe lights to flood the streets and buildings with bright whiteness. Pouting, Tohru tapped her cheek with the pad of her index finger. 

“I have to get home somehow,” she fretted as she pulled up the weather forecast on her cell phone. The thunderstorms were predicted to continue until well into the wee hours of the morning, so there was, unfortunately, no option for Tohru to simply ride it out. Sighing, she slipped her phone back into her bag and sulked at the dismal weather raging outside. 

“O-kay!” she huffed after a few seconds of mental preparation, clenching her fists determinedly. “It’s just a little storm! I can walk home just fine! Come on, Tohru, time to put on your raincoat!” Trilling triumphantly, she fished into her back to pull out the waterproof garment. However, when she grabbed the rubbery material and yanked it out, she was dismayed to find that it was not her raincoat, but rather a little plastic coin purse she’d used her extra funds to purchase for Kisa. Right, she thought as she deflated with disappointment, I was going to surprise Kisa this weekend when she comes over… 

“Well, there goes that idea,” she groaned and slipped the floral-patterned child’s purse back into her bag. Tohru critically inspected her umbrella. It would likely protect her from most of the rain, but with the gusting wind, she’d much rather have a raincoat to keep her clothes from becoming drenched. There’s nothing for it… she lamented with a small sigh. She’d wasted enough time already mulling around; she really ought to hurry home so she could get dinner started. As the automatic doors slid open to allow her exit, she opened up the umbrella, protecting herself as the gale blasted water towards her. A few stray raindrops splattered into her hair, threading the brown strands like dewdrops. 

Tohru held the umbrella at an angle to protect herself from most of the slanted rainfall, but the calves of her skinny jeans were soon darkened to a deep indigo blue. Water began to slide down into her rainboots and dampen her socks, making her wriggle uncomfortably. She thought back to Kyo’s comment. Maybe I should have taken more effort to make sure I had my coat, she sighed forlornly.

Because she held the umbrella out in front of her, Tohru’s field of vision was limited; therefore, she didn’t realize that someone was in front of her until she bumped right into them. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” she squeaked and threw her umbrella up instinctively. She yelped when the wind exploded in her face, spraying her front with water. She blinked rapidly as the water dripped down her cheeks and chin. “Oh my.” 

“Yeesh…” came the sarcastic groan from in front of her. Tohru recognized the voice immediately and glanced up to see Kyo’s scowling face. He had a white umbrella propped over his shoulder and was wearing a brown-and-white raincoat that made the orange hair peeking out from underneath the hood blaze all the brighter. “You’re hopeless. I came all this way to bring your raincoat to you, and you’ve already made it pointless.” 

“I’m sorry,” she whined on reflex and looked morosely at her soaked clothes. Her cotton blouse clung to her body, crimping up in damp folds around her hips and beneath her bust. Kyo, a bit flustered at how openly the curved of her body were showing, blushed and pushed the raincoat into her chest. 

“H-here! Just put it on already before it gets worse!” he grunted and grabbed her umbrella so he could hold it over her while she slipped into the protective gear. Tohru smiled sweetly at his kind gesture, beaming as she unfolded the coat and wiggled her arms through one of the sleeves.

“Thank you for bringing it all this way, Kyo! I know how much you hate rainy days.” Kyo responded with a small “tch” and looked off into the sodden distance as she slid her other arm through the coat. 

“Yeah, yeah… I just happened to walk by your room and see it hanging on the bedpost. Jeez, you’re such an airhead. I thought you said it was in your purse?” Tohru laughed bashfully as she buttoned up the garment. 

“I was mistaken…” After she took the umbrella back from him, he knocked on her forehead with the back of his hand. “Oh!” she squeaked and rubbed the small mark that bloomed on her skin as a result of his gesture. Kyo smiled softly down at her, making a warm and bubbly feeling blossom in her chest. 

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you have me to keep an eye out for you, huh?” he chuckled endearingly. Tohru blinked, pink-cheeked, and then nodded with a big beaming smile. 

“Uh-huh!” Her cheeriness, as always, flustered the emotionally constipated boy; his smile fell from his face, replaced by a bashful frown. Whining aloud, he whirled on his heel and rubbed the back of his neck underneath his hood. 

“Gah… A-anyway, let’s stop standin’ around in the rain! I feel like I’m gonna pass out here,” he complained lousy. Giggling, Tohru grabbed the sleeve of his raincoat and tugged him forward as she took off down the sidewalk in a playful sprint. “H-hey!” he cried in alarm, not expecting her to jerk him forward. The water splashed up around her rainboots as she scampered on, calling for Kyo to hurry as she released his sleeve and wrapping both her hands around the handle of the umbrella. She could hear Kyo splashing behind her as he sprinted to catch up. Tohru turned the umbrella back as she glanced heavenward, not minding the raindrops that splashed down over her face and slicked her hair to her forehead. 

I really do love rainy days! She glanced over her shoulder as Kyo caught up, panting and nudging her with his elbow in her sigh. She squirmed away from him with a giggle. Because rainy days just bring people together!

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[atinytokki]

My Way

i. The Morning on the Beach

To open his eyes was to face reality. So Hongjoong kept them closed.

Gradually he had become aware of the sand beneath him, the waves lapping at his legs, and the way his head pounded. He knew where he was.

He had practically been raised on this beach. And he knew he hadn’t washed up here on accident. 

Last night was the storm, and the boat splitting, and his parents—

No. 

Hongjoong squeezed his eyes shut harder. To open them was to accept what he already knew. 

They were gone. There was no way they had survived.

Part of Hongjoong was unsure he had even survived, but unless this really was the afterlife with the sun beating down on him and the spray of sea water on his face, that meant he was the sole survivor.

That meant he was alone.

Hongjoong kept his eyes screwed tightly shut and refused to allow tears to build in them. 

This was all just a bad dream, and he’d wake up soon wondering how he had dreamed so vividly. His mother would laugh at him and push some food in his direction. His father would chuckle from where he prepared the nets for another day on the water.

Another normal day. Clear skies and calm waters.

The pounding in Hongjoong’s head was becoming a throbbing hammer crashing down on his senses. He could barely move, and he already didn’t want to. 

Fear gripped him as he caught sight of blood in his peripherals. It had dripped down his face, and his head wound must be worse than he thought. 

Suddenly he was fighting the pull of sleep. If he fell unconscious, he might not wake up again. Part of him resigned to his fate and the other part pushed him to crack an eye open.

A sliver of daylight appeared, and in the distance a pair of boots.

Hongjoong wasn’t sure if he imagined them, but in his waning consciousness they grew closer until there were arms around him, dragging him out of the shallows and up the beach.

There was no telling where he would end up, but Hongjoong couldn’t fight it anymore. He hoped that if he died, he’d at least be able to see his parents. And the rest of him was numb and lifeless.

The dark shadows closed in and he let himself be swept away by sleep.

...

“...washed up, half dead, so you can imagine our surprise...”

“...so glad you arrived when you did, otherwise we’d have had to break the news to him...”

“...horrible, really. Poor lad.”

Sounds filtered in before the light reached him. It was an unfamiliar voice, but it sounded quite close, maybe even in the room with him. 

Hongjoong squirmed in place and hesitantly opened his eyes. He lay in bed in an unfamiliar room, and a deathly cold panic began to cover him.

Birds chirped incessantly into the morning air somewhere just outside the window, and as Hongjoong’s eyes darted around he spotted a door on the far end of the room and a person next to it.

A woman he didn’t recognise. She held a bandage roll and her apron was stained with blood, which immediately made Hongjoong wary of her, but her face was soft and kind, and she turned to face him with such relief in her eyes that he didn’t think to flee when she ran over to his bedside.

He also didn’t think he could flee if he wanted to.

She grasped his hand in hers and turned to call back at the door to whoever had just arrived that she was talking to, “He’s awake!”

The person she had been talking to emerged from the doorway, and this man Hongjoong recognised.

“Uncle Ryeowook?”

His face was very grave as he removed his hat and joined the woman at his bedside. He looked as if a single word could shatter him like glass. Hongjoong was afraid to utter anything at all. 

“How are you feeling?” The woman asked, drawing his attention away for a moment.

“A bit sore,” he admitted, lifting his hand to meet his head. The sting of his wound met him, and the woman pulled his hand away from the bandage wrapped around his head with a tutting noise.

“You slept the whole day away yesterday with that nasty bump,” she told him, smiling softly. “For a few moments, we were afraid we might lose you.”

Hongjoong’s brow furrowed and he looked over the room once more. “Where am I?”

“In our spare room,” the woman explained, tucking the blankets closer around him before he got too antsy and tried to run off. “My husband, Dongmin, is the lighthouse keeper. He found you on the beach and brought you here.”

The beach.

Fragments of the memory returned to him.

The stormy night, splintering wood, crashing waves...

Then morning stillness. The sun beating down and the sand hot beneath him.

Tears gathered in his eyes as he remembered what had happened. If only he had stayed asleep, he wouldn’t have to wake up to this... this dark, cold aftermath. This horrible twisted version of what a normal Friday morning should be.

“Your parents died in the storm,” Uncle Ryeowook said suddenly, as if he had practiced the lines and decided it was better to just rip off the figurative bandage and tell it to him straight.

Hongjoong bowed his head and let the weight of those words rest on him.

It just wasn’t fair.

“Where are they?” He asked, shaking as he tried to sit up. “I want to see them.”

Because if he couldn’t see for himself, he’d never fully believe they had died. 

Uncle Ryeowook sighed and stood again, holding out his arm for Hongjoong to take. Trembling, he rose to follow him outside, to which the lighthouse keeper’s wife fussed behind them the whole way.

“Thank you,” Hongjoong said softly once the carriage pulled up outside. The woman cupped his face in her hands and looked him over one last time.

“Don’t thank me, my boy,” she whispered back. “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

Hongjoong wasn’t so sure he could agree, but he climbed in to the carriage and sat still as a stone for the ride, unbidden tears silently falling where his uncle was afraid to look.

...

“Has anyone inquired about their wills?” 

Hongjoong almost dropped his glass at the nonchalance of the question. 

He had been ushered by his Uncle to Jangwon Hall, the ancestral home of his father’s side, and the residence of most of his extended relatives. Before any “inspection of the corpses” they were to eat lunch. So far he had only been able to stomach a few bites of his fish and a glass of water.

Mercifully, Aunt Minkyung had allowed him to eat with them in their private wing of the great hall, away from the rest of the family and the prying eyes Hongjoong barely recognised. 

He lowered his glass and regarded her defeatedly. It had only been a few hours since he had awoken from a state of near death and already he was being reminded at every turn that he was alone in the world now. 

Hongjoong hadn’t even had a proper cry yet over the events of the other night and already they were moving on to the next event.

“Ryeowook, it’s an honest question,” his aunt insisted, leaning over to catch her husband’s eye. “If you can’t secure one, who’s to say where he goes?”

There was no need for her to mention Hongjoong by name. He knew that without a will from his parents saying exactly what to do in the event of their unfortunate early departure... the hall would be in chaos and he would be tossed around like a new toy.

“I’ve sent Seyong to their cottage to look around,” Ryeowook finally sighed. “But it’s too soon for all this. Do Dongwon and Donghyun even know about the tragedy yet? I haven’t been back to the hall since—“

“I’d like to see them now.” 

Hongjoong stood from the table and silently begged to be excused. Both Uncle Ryeowook and Aunt Minkyung looked up at him in surprise, like they’d forgotten he was there.

“You should speak to your Grandfather Kiduk before you—“

“Yes you may.”

Ryeowook cut off his wife without ever breaking eye contact with Hongjoong.

“He’s had a hard day,” he heard him explain as he quickly left the room.

Hongjoong had been told they were in one of the back cellars, awaiting inspection from the coroner. So he took a moment outside the door to breathe deeply and remind himself that he wanted this. He wanted to see them before they were packed away and disposed of like rubbish. 

He would never be ready to look at their dead bodies. But he opened the door anyway.

They looked much like they had when he had seen them outside that day. It was wrong to him that their skin could be that colour- so lifeless and warped into some dead creature. It looked as if they had never been alive. Hongjoong wondered briefly if these were just stuffed mannequins made to slightly resemble his parents but he quickly dismissed it after hesitantly reaching out to touch his father's hand. 

No one would be able to convince Hongjoong that the cold, dead people in front of him had not once been alive and happy, and full of laughter and song as well as tears and angry words, but most of all of love. Mother and Father had been real with a full range of emotions and every day they had lived and breathed and they had been his. His parents.

He didn't want to assume, and he wasn't a great sorcerer with the gift of foresight like the characters in stories he had read, but he knew himself and he was fairly certain he wouldn't have any semblance of a clear head during the actual funeral ceremony, whenever that took place, so he figured that if he were to "say goodbye" or anything of the sort, he had better do it now. 

Hongjoong opened his mouth to whisper something, but his eyes filled with tears, and he found himself clamping his mouth shut to trap a sob from escaping. Saying goodbye would have to be goodbye forever, and he couldn't do it. It just wasn't fair. Cousin Seyong could say goodbye to Uncle Ryeowook and Aunt Minkyung and it wouldn't be goodbye forever, it would be "goodbye until I see you later.” 

How anyone could be expected to say "goodbye, I'll never see you again" to their own mummy and daddy escaped him. 

Was it really forever? Hongjoong didn't know. There were so many things Hongjoong knew he didn't know, and he didn't know where to start. "I love you," he choked out. "I love you." 

He repeated it aloud until his voice broke. 

He couldn't beg them not to go, because they were already gone. He couldn't ask them what to do, because they wouldn't answer. But he could tell them he loved them, because he knew they loved him back. He knew they loved him back.

...

A/N: Well this actually worked out quite nicely because 1) I wanted to post something as a gift for yall since it’s my birthday and we just finished the most recent spinoff poll the other day and 2) Hongjoong won that vote and also happens to be my bias xD So welcome to My Way!! It’s going to be a little (lot) hectic and sorry for such a sad first chapter but hopefully you’ll stick around :)

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[xjamlessparkx]

betray | pjm | kth | 08

summary: in which taehyung leaves you on the day of your wedding to run off with your best friend and you finding out about their secret

pairing: park jimin x reader | kim taehyung x reader

genre: angst

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(a/n: is still have no beta reader since i have no native english friend (sad life lol) but i’ll definitely work on it!! so i apologize for grammatical errors and mistakes. i’ll make a post about my update-schedule, so don’t miss that if want to know when the next chapter of a certain story will be posted. thank you ♥ have fun reading)

You woke up early since you weren't used to sleeping at someone else's place. It felt like your body had an automatic sensor that signaled you that you were not in your own bed. Slowly, you scanned the room of Jimin as you stood up, throwing the blanket to the side. You folded his blanket and turned around, looking through his room. The way his pictures were hanging on the dark wall created a comfortable atmosphere. His bed was white and you noticed a door in his room which you remarked as his closet.

At that moment, you heard the sound of glass breaking, followed by a loud groan. Quickly, you left the room and ran into the direction where the noise came from.

"Jimin? Are you okay?" you asked, entering the kitchen only to find Jimin on the ground as he was picking up the broken pieces of glass.

"Y/N?" he sounded a little nervous. He stared up at you, "I'm sorry, I woke you up" he bit his lip with that innocent face of his.

You chuckled softly. "Nah, I was wide awake already" you smiled as you kneeled down to help him out with the broken pieces.

"It's okay, don't touch it. You'll cut your-argh" he winced, letting go of the pieces which he collected. Your eyes widened and you rushed up to him and grabbed his finger. He cut his index-finger and even though the cut wasn't that deep, it started bleeding severely.

"Shoot- it's bleeding" you gasped at the view of blood. You were extremely sensitive when it came to blood in general. One time in high school you passed out because you saw blood coming out of your own nostrils. It was horrific but you've tried to work on that problem.

"It's just a small cut Y/N" he smiled at the way you were staring at his finger.

"Where is your first aid kit?" you asked, worry written in your thin voice as you stood up.

"It's in the bathroom in the drawer next to the bathtub," he said and stood up to show you the way. H realized that you didn't know his house at all. Of course, you were friends for quite a while now, but you've never been to his house once. You followed him to the bathroom, taking out the first aid kit.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault" you apologized, taking out the things you needed while you turned to him to wipe away the blood.

"Yah, it's not. It's just a small cut anyways" he said, staring down at you as he watched you taking care of his index finger.

"But it hurts, right?" You grabbed the disinfectant and he shook his head.

"Come on, I'm a man. I feel no pai-AH!" he shrieked when you sprayed the disinfectant on his wound in order to clean it.

"A true man" you laughed at him, turning around to the first aid kit to take out a wound dressing to place it on his wound. You were surprised that the cut was still wide open even though it wasn't that deep. He went through his hair awkwardly as he bit his lower lip.

"Operation succeed!" you joked and smiled up at him.

"Thank you" he mumbled, his eyes not leaving yours.

"What?" you asked as you felt his gaze fixed on yours with a confused look on his face.

Both of you were standing quietly and awkwardly in front of each other. You felt your cheeks heat up as he wasn't taking his eyes of yours. It felt strange but also kind of pleasant? It was the first time you've ever examined his small eyes, his petite and cute nose, and his plump and big lips. Jimin was indeed a beautiful human being and it was the first time you admired his beauty from near.

Jimin went through his hair the second time this day as he took a deep breath. He stared at you as if something was burning on his tongue. As if there was something he wanted to get rid off but he failed to pull himself together to talk courageously.

"I guess we should clean the rest up" you broke the silence as you felt your heartbeat increasing. You were afraid that he might hear it. Turning around, you left the bathroom and went up to the kitchen to clean up the rest. You didn't know what was going on with your body but you blamed it on the awkward atmosphere. It might have been just a feeling of nervousness and anxiety since it was silent and it made you feel strange.

"Y/N?" you heard Jimin's voice from behind you, sounding a little frustrated. You cleared your throat as you turned around with a wide smile plastered on your face.

"Yeah?"

Again, the awkward silence filled the room and before it took over both of you, he broke it.

"Let's clean up and eat outside" he stated as he kneeled down on the ground to clean up the rest with your help. 

_ 

It was afternoon already and you two went into a small coffee shop after you ate breakfast outside. Jimin sat across from you, sipping on his coffee while you kept on blabbering about the Christmas event you were going to hold soon. Next to him was his phone where he wrote down the things you wanted to do arrange and get for that special day.

"Oh, and we have to arrange a choir. We need wonderful Christmas songs on that day," you smirked and Jimin sighed as he stared down at the long list.

"Y/N, I guess it's enough. We have the nativity play, Christmas trees, decoration like snowflakes, snowman, stars and so on. Also, we have snacks, drinks and music blasting through the hall. I don't think we need a choir-" he started but was cut off by your words as you shook your head.

"No! We need live music! The parents will love it!" you explained, taking your cup of coffee to take a sip.

"I don't think that the principal will allow us to pay a choir in order to have live music." Jimin sighed.

"That's why you will do it" you giggled as his eyes widened. He shook his head fast.

"No Y/N, that's not a good idea. I can't even sing-" you cut him off.

"You can! I've heard your voice when you took over the fourth graders music class since the teacher was sick. You were playing the piano as you sang along with the children." you admitted, putting your coffee back on the table. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink as he lowered his gaze, still shaking his head.

"That was just for fun" he chuckled nervously, "I really can't sing that well" he mumbled, still avoiding your gaze.

"Please, Jimin. Do it for me" you pouted innocently. Jimin stared up at your dazzling eyes and froze at the sight. For him, you were too adorable to handle and he knew that he was about to give in with a smile on his lips.

"Come on! For the sake of our friendship! I'll owe you a lot for this one favor" you added and his smile dropped slowly. He just nodded quietly, not even responding to you as he started feeling awkward again.

"Thank you so much!" you giggled and for him, your voice was music blessing his ears. His heart jumped at the happiness in your voice and he smiled faintly for being able to make you happy after all.

"It's going to be awesome! I see it coming-" you started but were cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. Furrowing your eyebrows, you grabbed your bag and took out your phone to check the caller ID.

"It's Seokjin" you remarked and Jimin nodded as you answered the call.

"Y/N?" he said, his voice having a worried undertone.

"Yeah?"

"I'm heading to your place. Are you home?" he asked and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"Actually, I'm outside, why?" you mumbled.

"Oh, when will you be home?" he asked and you bit your lower lip as you looked at the huge time behind Jimin.

"I don't know to be honest but why?" you said because you wanted to know why he was heading there. His voice was monotonous and it made you curious. Jin was always a cheerful person but he didn't sound that delighted at all.

"We need to talk Y/N and I'd rather talk to you in person" he stated and you sighed. Your heart started to beat slightly faster since you weren't sure what he was going to talk about.

"Okay. I'm coming home" you replied, ending the phone call as you turned around to Jimin.

"I'll go home Jimin. Seokjin is waiting for me and he didn't sound pleased at all. I wonder what's going on" you said and Jimin nodded in agreement. He paid for the coffee and both of you left the coffee shop.

"I'll walk you home" he requested and you shook your head with a smile plastered on your face.

"No need to. I'll take the bus" you pointed at the bus stop next to the huge building and he nodded. You said your goodbyes and parted your ways.

You wondered why Jin sounded so cheerless. The bus came to halt and you jumped in, sitting in an empty place. Everyone was busy staring at their phones while you looked out of the window. The ride wasn't long. Approximately ten minutes until you reached the bus stop which was near your house.

"Jin" you called out from behind as you saw him standing in front of your door. He turned around with the red cheeks since the weather was still really cold. There was nowhere a smile to be seen on his face and you hoped that his concern didn't include his girlfriend. You walked up to him and greeted him. Opening the door, you stepped in and walked up to the living room. You still wore your clothes from yesterday. The only thing you wanted to do was taking a warm shower and changing your clothes to something comfortable.

"You look sorrowful, what's the matter Jin?" you asked while he was taking off his coat.

"To be honest, I don't know how to start this. I really hope that it'll be a good idea to tell you that" he started as he walked up to you, sitting down on the couch next to you.

"I guess you and Taehyung had a talk yesterday" he spoke slowly and you knew that he met up with him in order to know that.

"Yeah?" it was rather a question than a reply. Indeed, you were pretty curious and wondered why Seokjin even talked to him again.

"Yesterday, he knocked on my door and when I opened it, I found him looking miserable and downcast. It was the first time in my life that I saw him like that and I know him for a pretty long time already" he started, staring at the ground. 

"He wasn't like that even after Somin left him" you started playing with your fingers, listening to his words closely.

"At least now he knows how I felt when he left me" you mumbled and felt how Seokjin turned his face to you.

"Y/N, I know what he did was awful. It's hard to erase your pain and I believe that the pain will still cause damage if we don't find a solution for everyone" he inquired and this time you turned your head to him, shaking your head.

"So you're talking about solutions as well, now? Seokjin it was you who splashed the water on my face. It was you who woke me up in order to turn myself into the strong person I once was. Yesterday, I was strong enough to talk to Taehyung and listen to him. And now, I really want to know what you mean with 'finding a solution for everyone'" you remarked and your anger was showing. 

"I know I've said all of his but I'm still concerned for my friend. Of course, nothing will hide the fact that he left you and ran away with Somin. But even though they ran away, both of them are unhappy," he said, his eyes still not leaving yours. You rolled your eyes, standing up to take off your own coat since you sat down without changing yourself. At that moment, you felt really hot and it was hard for you to breath. Probably because of your anger towards Seokjin. He was the last person who would talk about Taehyung in front of you. Yet he was the first one to approach you because of Taehyung's concerns. 

"Seokjin what exactly are you trying to say? Is it my fault that they're unhappy? I mean they decided to run away together-" he cut you off immediately, shaking his head and standing up to walk up to you.

"No Y/N, that's not what I'm trying to say and you know that. It's just that Taehyung found himself in a toxic relationship where he is unhappy. Not just him but Somin as well" he mumbled, turning to you with a fond look on his face.

"What do I do?" you asked, "What am I supposed to do? Should I help them or what?-" again he cut you off before you talked further. 

"No, Y/N. But you're the key of their happiness. Actually the key of Junho's happiness" he started, sighing as he sat down on the couch again. "This toxic relationship is bad for both of them but it will cause a lot of harm to Junho than to anybody else." 

Seokjin wasn't wrong at all. You hated to admit it but Junho was suffering a lot more than his parents actually see. That was probably the reason why he was struggling in school. He was the shy one who liked to spend his time on his own and you wondered what he had to witness at home. 

"Do they still live together in the same house?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Apparently, yes" he replied, sighing deeply because he was confused about his situation.

"What do I do?" you were confused as well. No matter how much you tried to avoid them, they kept coming back with their problems. But this time you were concerned about Junho. You remembered telling Jimin that you wanted to help him out and you do witness his behaviors in school. You tried to think of a good solution without interfering into their life and it was hard. But your will to help Junho out of this toxic game was strong.  

"I'll talk to Somin" you took a deep breath and Seokjin widened his eyes. He was fully aware of your situation and the fact that talking to Somin could hurt you again. But he was impressed and proud that you're not hiding anymore.  

"But I'll also need your help" you added and he nodded quickly.

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[fortunei]

log #417

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She never wanted to be a killer, a destroyer. Or to be exact, the catalyst of destruction.

She just wanted to do her job right.

She just wanted to be useful.

She just wanted to save people.

The sea of fire is still present in the back of her mind; people in white coat are screaming, the center of the fire is also screaming. The one who shielded the remaining of the blast stood before her, along with the ones who’s able to stand despite the heat. The calcium – the calcification, the specks of calcium carbonate, flying around and about, slowly turning into an ash alike the research papers that’s burned clean from the table.

She could still call her drone to tend the injured around her, but the fire spiked up like a volcano, like a hell’s scorching alive on the Earth.

There, she witnessed something worse than the Catastrophe itself; a wild-eating fire, her proud creation, her patient—

.

Her eyes jolted open in dimly-lit room. Unlike all the fire and scalding hot air in her dream, the table she slept on was comfortably cold. Quickly, she raised her head up, ignoring the mess of book stacks that she made upon her wake.

It was dark out, or maybe she has yet to open the vertical blinds from the baring sun. As much as she wanted to pull the curtain, she found the task to spend more energy than checking the owl-shaped wall clock on the wall. She adjusted her glasses to see well: it is indeed morning, though it’s 2 AM in the morning, a not-so-normal waking hour.

She was still on her table working, despite it should be a day off, technically. Her shift on medic quarter should have ended two hours ago and she could retire somewhere else, but then it seems her sleep cycle preceded her judgment (again, as if she didn’t see it coming). She didn’t remember which paragraph she was in with her report before her episode of narcolepsy kicked.

Should have prepared some stick notes, though she peered the expanse of her table to find that her to-go office equipment was void of it.

“Ptilopsis has detected an increase on your pulse, Dr. Silence.”

Silence blinked. She straightened up on her chair as the lamp to the medic quarter is lit. Ptilopsis was standing behind her, the door was ajar. She has her signature sickle moon cane tied on her back. The ends of her jacket were dirty; she was clearly just freshly arrived from field duty. On her hand was a duty report card, another card that needs to be refilled by the Medic Operator in-duty for any operation. Her orange-colored eyes skimmed on the content before she signed at the available box.

“Did someone need a medical attention?”

“Ptilopsis have taken care of it earlier.” She said. Silence has been used to her monotonous tone, yet she couldn’t help to think it has grown a little, melodious. A soothing sound. A bit similar of what Silence ever remembered of her.

“They only needed a half roll of bandage and a minuscule amount of disinfectant spray, three sprays; about 0,12 ml. If you have done the inventory report earlier, Dr. Silence, I can add it up to the list of ‘emergency action’.”

Silence nodded, she sought the today’s—actually yesterday’s—inventory card. Of course, she has yet to fill it in because of her sleep episodes.

“About the increase on your pulse, it is still persist. Do you require any medical assistance about the problem?”

The brown owl held her gaze. Ptilopsis didn’t check her pulse, or touched her, though she always somehow knows. Ptilopsis is a fast-learner, perceptive, work-oriented, though at times she is too focused on one point that she would ignore everything else. She also changed fast, though – she is now starting to be more aware to her surroundings, and-

Ptilopsis cocked her head to the side, “Dr. Silence? Do I need to repeat on my latest query?”

-yes, just like this. She will try to help. And she won’t back down. No Medic Operators will ever back down on a presence of patient. Never. It is Rhodes Island, not Rhine Lab environment. Ptilopsis is no longer a data scientist. They are but the same Medic Operator.

“What option would you recommend to me?” Silence tapped on her chin.

Ptilopsis pursed her lips, all the while Silence fought an urge to smile. This is no test, or even a tease. Or maybe it is a tease. Wait, who’s bad habit is this; did she happen to hang around other merry Medic Operators too much?

“Of the 100 options that came to my database, I would recommend for you to take a ‘fresh air’,” Ptilopsis said. “Taking ‘fresh air’ perhaps unadvisable outside the perimeter of Rhodes Island right now, as it might alert the security. But I believe the route to canteen is open …”

There was a visible shift to her ear-tufts, Silence waited patiently as Ptilopsis finished the rest of her mumbling, partly amused, partly used to it, and partly found her passive jiggles were fascinating.

“Or, if you wanted to hear the other 99 options, I would be happy to iterate.”

“I’ll take on the first offer, then.”

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Even though the alleys and emergency quarters are open 24/7, the canteen is not. Both of them knew about this fact, yet the two birds kept on walking. Ptilopsis waited until Silence finished on packing her equipment and discharged her Drones before they departed for the closed-but-not-gated canteen.

The hall was empty as expected, but Ptilopsis urged Silence to sit at one of the long bench there, the one located between the vending machine to purchase lunch tickets and the one with cold beverages. Silence didn’t speak of anything else, or hinted her wants to drink something, Ptilopsis was the one who checked out the beverage machine and came back bearing two cans of the strongest black coffee available there.

Caffeine is a harmless joke to their narcolepsy, they agreed to it. It might keep them alert for a bit but that’s that. It might be counter-effective to her spiking pulse, but Silence didn’t mind either way.

Not like the ‘calming’ tea is free from that particular alkaloid substances.

“Weren’t you tired from all the mission?” Silence asked as she cracked her can open. She gave the white owl a sidelong glance as Ptilopsis was the one to sip the bitterness.

“Ifrit said to me,” Ptilopsis began. “That I should spend more time with you when you need it.”

“She did?”

Ptilopsis looked away, “Ifrit also said that Dr. Silence enjoyed our alone time together—umm, Dr. Silence, are you okay? Ptilopsis detected a sudden intake of breath.”

“I’m, I’m good. Please continue.”

Ptilopsis looked over, searching her eyes behind the glasses. Silence lowered her coffee can to the space between them. Following the orange contemplative gaze, Silence closed her lips. When Ptilopsis is like this—brows furrowed, face’s a controlled mask—it became even harder to predict.

She might be her patient, Oripathy might have robbed her to her most ability to express herself, and then again Silence knows personally when the sky is unpredictable.

“Ifrit said that you’re not alone,” She continued. “You have Ifrit, Saria, Doctor, other Oripathy researchers,” their gaze unbroken. Silence didn’t recall when their fingers laced there, beside the coffee cans.

“And you have Ptilopsis.”

It is as though the nightmares she had ended a long time ago. Everything suddenly felt right, just for that moment. The scars from that day won’t disappear, but everyone is still here, they can do something, they can put an end to the things that they started.

 You have no longer need to suffer alone, Dr. Silence.

Silence couldn’t hide her smile. Ptilopsis tried to return it, it seems, but it was only forming as a small curve. Not to mention, her usually pale cheeks are darkening with red blush.

Oh.

“I see that you have calmed down, Dr. Silence. Shall we go back to rest?”

“I would love that, but …” Silence gestured to their joined hands. “I want to stay a bit longer to your company today.”

“Request accepted.”

[misfitsluug]

just listen to my voice | kritz

aaa a aaa back at it again, i don’t know what to say so yeah akcjsmfn

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john.

The best way to start off summer is getting cute boys number.

My mind raced, I sighed dreamily while walking to work; music playing through my ears as I hummed along to it.

It was the next day, however today was bright and early, I took the morning shift so I could hang out with Cameron again.

Cameron.

I felt my cheeks heat up, I scolded myself for finding such interest in a guy I just met yesterday.

Either way, once I made it to the diner, I began mopping the checkered floors.

A couple of customers entered and I served them until I recognized a familiar face. "Welcome to Nanc- Smitty?"

"Heh, the one and only! I decided I'd pay ya’ a visit," Jaren explained, I smiled and followed him to a table, sitting on the other side of the table. "How've you been, Johnny?"

"Pretty good, actually. I met this guy yesterday during work and I- he's- he's really cute."

"Hm, my gay senses are tingling. What's his name?"

"Cameron, Cam for short. He's like one of those cliche bad boys but not really that bad, ya know?"

"You gonna see him again soon?-" A loud cough from same guy in the kitchen interrupted our conversation, I sighed softly and stood up. "Yeah, seeing him later today. I'll be right back, 'kay?" I spoke and he nodded, I brought the other customers their orders as I finally gave Jaren his own order, a simple strawberry milkshake and a plate of waffles.

"Aye, thanks Johnny."

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me that," I groaned, pulling out my phone to see (2) two messages. "What? You think I'm not gonna call you that? Plus, it pisses you off, therefore anything you say is irrelevant.”

"Yeah, whatever, asshole," I complained, reading the messages on my phone:

Buttface McGee : 'Hey broski, I'm going out with my friends. See ya.'

'Whatever. Have fun:)'

I replied to my sister's text and went to a different message that I was happy to see.

Cameron:)) -

'good morning honey :-)'

'Morning, ass-wipe.'

'yikes, woke up on the wrong side of the bed?'

'Nah. I'm assuming you're still in bed?'

'hey, I'm not getting outta bed till you calldjeidi'

'You okay?'

'just dropped my phone 😎' He replied, I giggled and sighed, to which Jaren noticed. "You texting him?"

"Heh, yeah. I dunno, for a guy I just met yesterday, he's being too nice," I said, putting my phone back into my pocket.

"Well, at least he's being nice. If he's ever acting like an asshole, I swear, I'll beat the shit outta him," He said while eating his waffles.

"That isn't necessary, Jaren. I'm just scared, what if we become more than just friends?"

"Then be happy about it."

"It isn't that simple," I mumbled.

"John, I swear I'm gonna punch you," Jaren threatened, sipping at his milkshake. I sighed almost hopelessly, then my phone buzzed again.

"Who is it?"

"Cameron."

"See, it's pretty simple. Why else he be texting you or give you his phone number? You fucking dummy."

"Whatever," I spat, I could see Jaren's small grin from the corner of my eye as I looked at the message.

'hey honey, whatcha' doing today?'

'I'ma hang out w/ a friend, wanna come?'

'no it's okay, i don't wanna bother'

'You won't be, he wants to meet you.'

'you sure?'

'yea, why not?'

'aight, call me l8ter then:))'

'kay uwu’

"Hey, do you mind if Cam joins us?" I asked and Jaren's smile widened.

"Fuck yeah, let him come. I'm gonna make so much fun of you," He claimed, although I didn't doubt him. I stood up and picked up the leftover plates from different tables, walking into the kitchen and cleaning before heading back to Smitty, taking his plates as well, then changing back into my non-work clothes.

I stayed around chatting with Smitty until my shift ended.

I sighed and stood up from my seat. "Hey, you ready?"

"Yep," Smitty stood up, stretching with a pained groan. "Yo, my fucking ass hurts from sitting."

"Hah, loser. I'ma call Cam, hold up," I said, Smitty nodded and I clicked his number, sending it into a call.

"Hello, my honey," He spoke, making me flustered.

"Whatever, nerd. You still down to hang out?"

"Yeah, I'll wait for you."

"Alright, I'll be outside your place soon."

"Cool, see ya," Cam hung up, I motioned Smitty to follow me to Cameron's complex. I told him about how he called me honey, how he's so fucking tall (he's 6'7), how kind he is despite the fact he wears mostly all black, how he and I went on an adventure and spray painted on an abandoned apartment wall, and how sweet Cam is until he said:

"You have a crush on him, don't you?"

"What the fuck dude, no!" I exclaimed, crossing my arms.

"Shut the hell up, I know you do."

"Do not!"

Do I?

"Psh, whatever, you oblivious fuck."

"Shut up bitch. We're here," I replied, standing in front of the fence, texting Cam that we're here, I immediately saw him walk towards the gate door and opened it. "Cam, Jaren. Jaren, Cam."

"Nice to meet you, mate," Cam shook his hand as Jaren stared at him flabbergasted (most likely because of how fucking tall he is). "Sup dude. So, where are we going? John mentioned something about an adventure?"

"Oh, it's a surprise. Wouldn't want to ruin the fun for you, just follow me."

"Something tells me he's gonna murder us," Jaren whispered to me, I glared and him with a tiny giggle. "Anyways, Cameron. Can I speak to you privately?"

"Yeah? I guess."

"Just stay back here, Johnny," Jaren winked, walking up to Cameron whilst I mentally panicked; Jaren isn't afraid of telling anybody anything.

I couldn't hear them anyway, which made me more anxious. Cam shook his head 'no' twice and Jaren nodded, walking back to me.

"What the hell did you—"

"Okay so, I asked him if he could tell us where we're going, he said no. Then I asked if he was gonna murder us, then he said no."

"Really? Why should I believe you?"

"Because we're besties," Smitty fluttered his eyes seemingly innocent.

"Fine, whatever," I rolled my eyes, looking at the back of Cameron's head.

His hair looked brownish in the afternoon light but his hair was a pretty dirty blonde, his black leather jacket wrapped around his waist with a white shirt and black ripped jeans; which didn't at all fit his personality and I wish I could tell him that. Then I slowly realized where he was taking us.

"Hey, isn't this the way to the train tracks?"

"Bingo! Except we're taking a bit of a short cut," Cameron continued. "Because I don't want the cops chasing us again, decided on going this way."

"Wait, you guys were chased by the cops?" Smitty gasped.

"Yeah, you didn't tell your little friend about that? About how amazingly awesome and hot I am?"

"No, I didn't tell him about the cops," I said prior to Jaren shouting: “And I'm not that short!". After that was said, there was an awkward silence floating in the air, the tense rose, as we approached and entered the lush forest where we ended up close to the train tracks and soon enough, the apartments appeared. "See, now we're here!" Cameron exclaimed.

"Why didn't tell me about the short cut before? This was so much faster," I asked him while Jaren examened the apartments; Cameron's face suddenly tinted a light pink. "W-Well, I didn't know the shortcut existed until one of my sources told me."

"Do you even have a source?-"

"Anyways! Let's head inside," Cameron announced, walking towards the tall buildings. I followed him before replaying what he just said in my head. "Wait, we're going inside?"

"Yeah, don't you want to go to the top?" He inquired.

"Hell yeah!" Smitty shouted.

"Fuck no!" I belted. "No way in fucking hell am I going up there. No offense to the both of you but I am no fan of heights."

"C'mon, let's have some fun! Please, John," Smitty begged but I just shook my head. "Cameron! Help me convince him!"

"Here, I got you. You'll be okay," Cameron spoke sweetly, grabbing my hand. "You won't fall or anything."

I felt my cheeks heat up, I looked down at our intertwined fingers and back towards Cam. "You better fucking promise."

"Yeah, I fucking promise," Cameron smiled.

"And you told me that you didn't have a crush on him," Smitty whispered to me, I scolded him mentally as we entered the apartment. It was extremely vacant and quiet, grey walls are torn and the smell of cement lingered in the wind. We were all completely silent, anxiety started to pool inside my chest as I squeezed Cam's hand. "Hey, you'll be okay," He mumbled to me, I nodded again. The stairs creaked with each step as we got higher until we reached a hallway where a ladder awaited at the end of the hall. Cameron let go of my hand to climb the ladder, me and Smitty climbed after him.

There we stood at the top, I looked up to see the forest and behind all those trees was town. The sounds of the trees swaying sent a cool breeze, making my hairs rise. I walked to the edge of the building, looking down only to see the ground that felt miles away from where we stood, I stepped back with a yelp. "Hey hey, calm down, honey. I'm right here," Cameron's hand on my shoulder as I turned around, he offered his hand to me again and I took it hesitantly, holding him tightly. The sky was a beautiful light blue, orange and pink while the white clouds began turning into a light purple. "This is fucking amazing.”

"Yeah, it is," Cameron answered, his voice soft and calming.

"Hey, I'm glad you came along, Cameron," Smitty mentioned.

"Yeah, no problem-"

"WHO'S UP THERE?!" A deep voice shouted, making me jump and hold Cameron's hand stronger, Smitty looked back and turned around to Cam. "Shit, the hell are we supposed to do?" The Canadian whispered.

"You guys hide behind that," Cameron pointed to a vent block as Jaren ran except for me. "John-"

"Cam, what the fuck are you doing?" I whispered anxiously, the other man's footsteps getting closer. "John, please. I can do this, I don't want you getting hurt."

"You think I want the same for you?" I whisper shouted.

"John, go back there now," Cameron grabbed my shoulders. "Please."

I hesitated but moved backward to Jaren, my anxiety pumped as I watched the policeman walk towards Cameron. "Young man, what are you doing here? These parts are closed off."

"Yeah, I know," Cameron put his hands in his pocket. "Listen, I just wanted to see the view."

"Mhm, listen, let's just head on down and back into town. Deal?" The man asked, Cameron nodded and silently followed the policeman. I let out a small breath, Smitty looked up and sighed, standing up quietly. "You okay, John?"

I couldn’t answer.

I just wish I hadn't gotten attached so quickly to him.

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[athousandfootsteps]

30th May 2019

It is currently Day 3 of my journey. We have been in Hollywood for 2 days now and are leaving today to go to Anaheim because tomorrow we are going to Disneyland!!

On Tuesday when we arrived, Mum and I were so tired that we went to sleep early. We caught the Flyaway bus from the airport to Hollywood and Vine and then walked to our hotel which was about a 20 minute walk. My bags are so heavy and it was so uncomfortable. Then we went to Taco Bell just down the road, but the Taco Bell didn’t live up to what I thought it would. They didn’t really have burrito bowls like Guzman y Gomez, I remember liking it a lot better last time. But then after that we had our first trip to Walgreens and bought some stuff, then we walked around Hollywood for a while, we saw the stars on the walk of fame, we saw the Chinese Theatre, we saw all the other theatres and even saw Vin Diesel and Jamie Foxx at a Star Ceremony! 

We got tired really quickly and made our way back to the hotel via Trader Joes which I really wanted to go to because people I watch on Youtube talk about going there. Trader Joes is a grocery store which sells a lot of organic products, it is a little bit expensive, but there are no other supermarkets around where we are staying so we haven’t had a choice.

For the rest of the day we just cooked and slept and then got up early for our big next day.

Yesterday, 29th of May, we got up early and had breakfast and then headed down to Hollywood because we had a sight seeing tour booked. We were early so we walked around and took some photos. I am taking mostly film photos but I am also taking some on my phone.

The tour started late because we were waiting for another group to arrive who didn’t even show up. But we left and soon realised that we had been lied to by the guy that sold us the tickets because we didn’t get out to take photos, we didn’t go to Bel Air or up close to the Hollywood sign. But we got a tour of West Hollywood, Beverly Hills residential and business district and we got to take a picture of the Hollywood sign from a distance. The bus driver made a diversion to Bel Air because Mum and I kept asking if we were going there. So I got to see the Bel Air sign and take a picture of the gate and see it, which was nice since it was the whole reason we booked the tour. 

We didn’t realise that we had to tip the driver when we booked the tour, but I tipped him $15 and Mum tipped him $11. 

After the tour, we stopped for lunch which we had prepared, I just had a sanga and Mum ate leftover food. Then we went to Madame Tussards which I had never been to before. I saw all of the wax sculptures which looked so realistic of famous people. There were only a few I did not know. I had fun pretending to pose with the famous people and especially in the horror section. Then we went on this interactive Avengers movie which I didn’t really like because my 3D glasses didn’t work properly and I didn’t like water spraying on me or things touching me.

Then after Madame Tussards we caught the train out to Santa Monica and walked along the pier for a bit which was really pretty, but I was just getting really tired and wanted to go back to the hotel to eat, cook, shower and sleep.

We also saw Jimmy Kimmel Live in Hollywood, his star is just outside the studio.

First time on a Los Angeles train!

Santa Monica pier.

It took us like 2 1/2 hours to get back from Santa Monica as we also stopped at Trader Joes and Walgreens again on the way back to pick up a couple of things. We ate, cooked and then pretty much just went to bed.

I didn’t get a good sleep again because I was woken up at 3am by the man across the hall from us talking really loudly on the phone and he was on the phone for ages. Then when I finally got back to sleep, he banged on the door and woke us up at 7am. Very annoying.

Today we are catching public transport out to Anaheim which will take around 3 hours, we don’t have anything major planned for the rest of the day, maybe I can finally buy a SIM card because I’m still living on wifi which is only at hotels.

I can’t wait for Disneyland, I’ve wanted to go there for a long time. However Disneyland is very expensive to buy a ticket for and so I ended up just buying a single park pass for me and Mum from Klook, a third party website, as it was a little bit cheaper. So we will only go to the traditional Disneyland and not the California theme park next door. But that’s okay. We will still have a great time :)