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[wheels-of-despair]

The Sacrifice Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Evil Woman makes an offering to the Prince of Darkness. Contains: A gift fit for a god, a little bit of bondage, some sticky substances, biting, tongue action, two ridiculous freaks in love. Words: 1k

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"Prince of Darkness, thine offering is ready."

"Please," Eddie begs. You shift on your knees, glaring down at him in warning. He shuts his mouth and squirms under your stern gaze, a slight sheen of sweat glimmering on his bare body in the light of the flickering candles. He's beautiful. He's helpless. He's tied spread-eagled to the bedposts.

"Silence, sacrifice," you spit, raising your weapon in the air and preparing to strike.

A slight movement from below catches your eye. He's awfully hard for a person who's about to be sacrificed, but hey, they don't call Eddie Munson a Satanic Freak for nothing.

"But I've been a good boy," he pouts. A bead of precum escapes from his tip, and you have to resist the urge to bend down and lick it off.

"Then why doth lies spout so easily from thine cakehole?" you ask, looking down at him with a quirked eyebrow.

Eddie snorts, and you scare the smirk off his face with a glare. You shake your weapon threateningly without breaking eye contact, enjoying watching his eyes widen in anticipation. He licks his lips.

Enough.

You bring the metal downward, quickly, and Eddie scrunches his eyes shut and stiffens.

You stop just before you make contact with his skin and press the nozzle at an angle. A gurgling sound fills the room, making Eddie's eyes fly open. When the cool whipped cream flies out of the can and makes contact with his hot chest, he yelps in surprise and tugs at his restraints. You reach out with your free hand and find his forehead, pushing him back down on the bed so you can draw the whipped cream bat on his chest without him ruining it by moving.

When your work is complete, you set the can aside and look upward. You raise your arms to the ceiling and close your eyes.

"In the name of all that is sick and twisted, I sacrifice thee, Edward Munson!" You pause for a few seconds. "Lord Ozzy, Devourer of Bats, come claim thine prize!" You wait a beat and open one eye. "Anytime now, Prince of Darkness!" Nothing. You open both eyes, drop your arms to your sides, and sigh in defeat. "Fine, I guess I'll keep him."

Eddie lies still, waiting for you to make the next move. He doesn't really have much of a choice.

Your attack is sudden. He barely has time to flinch when you pounce, leaning over to lick the whipped cream off of him, starting with the tip of a wing. By the time you get to his nipple, he's writhing so much that you have to hold him down; one hand on his neck, one just shy of his happy trail. Next time you'll have to tie him tighter.

"Stop," you warn between licks, "moving."

"Can't," he pants.

You growl and continue your trail across his chest, licking off the sugary bat as you go. When you reach his other nipple, you circle it with your tongue before giving it a bite. Eddie tenses. A warm drop splashes on your hand. You tug at his nipple with your teeth, and he releases the rest of his load with moans sweeter than the whipped cream you've just licked off of him.

When his body relaxes, you rise to your knees and look down at him. He stares up at you with a lazy grin and half-lidded eyes.

"Pathetic," you smile, wiping the back of your hand and the drops on his stomach with the t-shirt you'd stripped off of him before tying him up. "Worst sacrifice ever. Way too eager. Knew I should've hunted down a virgin… but they're just so damn hard to catch, y'know?"

Eddie chuckles sleepily, and you toss the shirt aside.

"Here," you say, reaching over to scoop up the last of the whipped cream with your finger. "Clean yourself up." You bring your finger to his mouth. He eagerly parts his lips to suck the cream off, eyes glimmering wickedly in the candlelight the entire time.

"Look at you," you admire, extracting your wet fingers to trace his jawline. "You're so fucking pretty like this, I'm never gonna untie you. I'm gonna keep you right here forever."

"Okay," Eddie whispers, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. You cup his face, then lean down to kiss him. You're not sure if it's the whipped cream still on his tongue or just him that's overloading your senses with sweetness.

Oh. Right. Whipped cream. You break the kiss to pick up the can and give it a shake.

"We should probably finish this off," you sigh. "Not much left. Not even worth walking back to the fridge for."

Eddie's eyes flick from you to the can. He licks his lips.

"What do you think we should do with it?" you ask deviously.

As if on cue, his cock magically twitches to life again.

"It's like you read my mind," you grin, reaching down to help him reach his full potential. When he's rock-hard and dripping again, you reach for the can and give it a final shake. "Brace yourself," you warn with a smirk.

Eddie moans sinfully when you begin to spray the cool cream around his raging erection. There's just enough left to cover him. He flinches when the can begins to hiss, empty at last. You set it aside and admire the cream-coated mountain of cock in front of you.

"I'm glad the metal gods weren't in the mood for a sacrifice tonight," you grin, tilting your head to look at Eddie's eyes, black and shining in the flickering light of the candles. "Because this is all mine."

And then you take the offering for yourself.

[meg-noel-art]

It is time

Ya’ll should go read the AMAZING update to ADORA: Vagabond of the Etherian Cosmos by @etherianfrigatebird​ because it’s gonna knock your friggin socks off

[bisexualklausmikaelson]

it scares me to think you could love someone the way i love you

a/n: au after season 4 - or Catra and Glimmer are imprisoned together and learn to cope...through sex (glitra, mentions of glimmadora and catradora). 1.6k words, slight-smut warning and slight-angst.

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She sleeps next to Catra but she dreams of Adora.

Of gold-spun hair, of starry blue eyes, of a smile that cuts sharper than a knife. 

(Adora is poetry in motion - a girl in the shape of a warrior and a voice that sings into Glimmer’s ears as she slumbers away. When her nights are the loneliest, she thinks of her friend. Things here, in this imprisonment are rough and torturous but at least she has Adora.

She will always have Adora).

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The mornings are the most painful - the sun drips down, honey-suckle yellow and filters through the cracks of their stone-hard confinement box. And suddenly Glimmer realizes once again, that she’s trapped inside a nightmare. There is a slight breeze in the daylight, it makes her wonder about the pastel sky and what it’s like right now, outside these four walls. 

“You’re awake,” Catra sleeps in the bed across from her, giving her a wide-eyed stare. 

“Unfortunately,” Glimmer mumbles, turning to her side to face the cat-girl. “Sleep well?” she asks, in such a mundane fashion but, talking to her once-sworn-enemy every single day is normal in this world.

Because she really has no one else.

“I didn’t,” Catra softly says, yawning, “fall asleep, that is,” she adds on which immediately sends a warm red blush to Glimmer’s cheeks.

This means she probably heard her whispering Adora’s name throughout the night.

However, Catra doesn’t mention that - doesn’t mention the fact that she envies that at least the girl across form her has friends to dream about. Meanwhile, all Catra ever dreams about is fire.

“Oh,” Glimmer sighs. “I’m sorry,” she sadly says.

Catra takes in a sharp breath and exhales out ash. “It’s fine,” she offers. “I can try again anytime - after all, who knows how long we will be stuck in here,” Catra reminds her and it makes her even sadder.

Glimmer feels something tighten at the back of her throat and she swallows, hard. “About that,” she gulps. “How long do you think it been, since we first got thrown in here, I mean, ” she questions Catra.

“Hard to say,” she replies. “Days, maybe weeks?” Catra goes on to say.

A darkness closes in around Glimmer - she looks at Catra, really looks at her. She starts picturing her fingernails tracing the line of her jaw, down her neck. She pictures her hands around her, and she’s gagging, chocking down like there’s hair in her throat, crawling all the way down her larynx.

(She feels like she’s going mad - maybe she is or maybe, she’s just been here too long).

“Funny,” Glimmer tells her instead. “Feels like it’s been much longer,” she offers, trying her best to push her insane thoughts away.

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Sometimes, it’s like falling down a rabbit hole.

Glimmer has nothing else to do - so her gaze lingers over towards Catra for much longer than she would like. Actually, she’d prefer if she didn’t look at her at all, she’s supposed to hate her. And the girl is evil, absolute malice from corner to corner, cheek to cheek.

But sometimes, she’s like a trail of light.

In this horrid cell where Glimmer has no one else, the cat-girl becomes her moonglow. She can can feel her fingers stroking along her arms and through her hair. It sends cold chills that last and all she can think of is fire - searing images into her mind like like bones sticking out the ground.

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“You’re going to leave a mark,” Glimmer moans between kisses, between the fire that is Catra’s touch.

Her bites leave only a spark, but a spark is all she needs. It consumes her, eats everything in its path as she feels the girl clench and unclench around her bony knuckles - her other hand has her dress, pushing it up and revealing the creaminess of Glimmer’s thighs. 

Catra looks up, with a raised brow. “Is that a problem?” she wonders, as she meets her gaze, unsteadily, eyes burning.

“Yes,” Glimmer gasps, still not accustomed to the fact that she had her greatest enemy down on her knees for her.

It could be poetic, in a sense - a sparkling princess and her fiery devil - only it isn’t.

Because it’s Catra and she knows exactly how to hurt her the most.

“Are you afraid Adora might see it?” she asks, shoving her fingers deeper inside, making the royal girl moan even louder.

“What?” she releases, unable to think straight, in this moment. 

Catra passes her hot touch over the bite-mark she left on Glimmer’s thighs, if she looks close enough, it looks like a heart.

“You still think she’s coming to get you?” she asks, with a hand caressing the princess’s cheek.

Glimmer feels herself melting into Catra’s body.

“Of course she is,” she reluctantly answer, half-believing it, half-disbelieving it.

Her heart belongs to Adora, always and forever.

But her body is elsewhere.

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Tip-toed feet make their way to her bed - when Glimmer is not crying into the night, she is begging for Catra’s carress, not with words but with her actions. With the extra space she leaves on her mattress for her, with the way she turns her head slightly over her shoulder, with the way she looks at her.

(Catra complies, crawling into bed beside the other girl and wrapping an arm around her waist. She goes to her princess without much dismay).

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“What happens when we get back?” Glimmer looks at her as if she’s crescent-fallen. As if she’s crumbled into herself and dug her nails into the palms of her hands. Her heart swelling and thinking about reaching for the other girl, but she doesn’t. 

“What do you mean?” Catra questions, tucking Glimmer’s cotton-candy soft hair behind her ear, fingers clumsy and slow and so un-Catra-like in every way.

“How do we explain this?” The princess asks. “Explain us?” she specifies.

The old Catra would want to scream - all passion and pent-up anger , scream for the girl who’s had her heart broken over and over again. Scream for wanting this moment to lasts longer. Scream for being a killer, a woman, a seventeen-year-old mess.

But instead, all she says is: “I haven’t thought about that, to be honest.”

Glimmer is silent for what seemed to be a very long time. She had to remind herself of who she was with but she just couldn’t remember anymore. “That’s all I ever think about,”she sighs, looking sad.

“We’re going to be okay,” the monster in her bed whispers to her, electric-eyed and full of lust and desire. “You and I,” she, unexpectedly, offers her a smile.

Glimmer’s fingers are caught in the mess that is the wild cat’s hair, all tangled together and twisted - pulling her closer towards her, almost as if she wanted to fuse together with her.

“You’re so different here,” she murmurs, tucking her head under Catra’s chin. “It’s nice,” she murmured again, closing her eyes and inhaling her scent.

Sometimes, Glimmer thinks she doesn’t want to go back

-

Catra steals kisses from her.

She leans back into her - wraps a palm around the back of her neck, eyes closed. There’s a sudden flash of light that blinds her even through closed lids. It feels like there’s a long line of heat at her back, skin sticking to skin, sweat dripping down as she breathes hard and fast.

Glimmer hates her for it, for making her so wild-eyed and hungry and desperately wanting to grind her face against her dripping wet -

“I’m almost there,” Glimmer exhales, as Catra’s fingers draws sinful circles around her clit.

“C’mon Sparkles,” she breathes in to her ear, “come for me,” she orders and it makes the princess finish so fast she almost cries out.

She can’t stand how the other girl so easily gets under her skin.

-

(Catra can make her come, can make her cry, can make her beg for the most unholy things - but, in the night, it is still Adora’s name that she whispers in her sleep).

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They’re being transported to another cell.

Catra kicks and screams while she’s being dragged away and another guard holds Glimmer back - they couldn’t do this to her - they couldn’t take her too. Not after every thing, not after losing her mother, all her friends, her kingdom -

She coudln’t lose Catra too.

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Glimmer’s new cell is much smaller. She doesn’t know if isolation is this place’s latest torture method for her, but whatever it is, it’s working. She realizes that she had once been human and beautiful - full of light and life. She had once loved a monster too - a monster so feared and who made her feel so alive. She couldn’t explain it - she would laugh, if the world were not so very cruel. 

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(In the distance, there is a hero and a heroine making their way towards them. Heavy feet and loud steps, a brightness so blinding it’s almost self-destructive in its nature.

“Glimmer, are you in there?” Adora whispers, golden locks hanging down the wide open crack of her cell.

“We’re here to save you,” Bow says, to the empty air.

And suddenly, out of the rumble and destruction, crawls out this girl covered in dust.

“Hey Adora,” Catra sings in the same way she always does, making the blonde realize just how great of a mistake she had made).

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[chatnoirismycinnamonroll]

Alternate Ending to Mayura/ Song fic

I get a lot of inspiration from songs, so I'm probably going to have a lot of fics based on songs, such as this one and my previous one, Only Human, which many of you have already read. Thank you for reading. Enjoy the fic :)

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Disclaimer: I don't own, and never will own, Miraculous Ladybug or any other songs my fics are based on. Inspired by I'm Still Here from Jem and the Holograms.

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It seemed like the battle was over. Chat Noir and Ladybug were groaning on the floor, having been beaten physically by Hawkmoth. He was still red, since Ladybug wasn't able to take away his cane successfully and shatter it. The other akumas had them surrounded, but Hawkmoth kept them at bay. He wanted an audience that would laugh and point along with him when he succeeded in taking the heroes' Miraculouses. Hawkmoth smirked as he stepped towards the heroes, watching them try and fail to crawl away from him.

"You both are no match for me. You are still so young, so inexperienced. You still dont know how to keep your transformations. You're sad excuses for heroes. Not only did you fail to protect Paris..." Hawkmoth stood over Chat Noir, and Ladybug's eyes widened as he reached down towards her partner. "...you even failed to protect each other from me."

Hawkmoth grabbed his hand, ready to pull his ring off, when a small red body collided into him, shouting "Don't you dare touch him!"

"M'Lady, no, wait!"

"Get off me, you stupid girl!"

"Chat!"

"Cataclysm!"

"NO!" Hawkmoth cried out in anger as Chat turned his cane into nothing but dust. He watched as his red akuma fluttered out. He reached out to grasp it, only for a red yoyo to soar over his head and conceal it within its healing light.

He felt the red bubbles envelop him as he watched the purified butterfly fly out of the yoyo and his anger grew with every flutter of its wings. He reached behind him towards the spotted heroine and finally grasped her and pulled her off his back, holding her by her neck as she kicked in pain and defiance while he threw that blasted yoyo away from her grasp. He leaned in close to her ear, and whispered menacingly:

"You may have won the battle, but you have not won the war. I wonder if this wingless Ladybug can fly."

His voice held nothing but cold anger, and Ladybug's eyes widened as she felt the flex of his arm as he quickly drew her back and threw her over the side of the railing.

"LADYBUG!"

The sound of her body hitting the landing 50 feet below them echoed in Chat Noir's ears, and he rushed to the edge as fast as he could. His emerald eyes glimmered with tears and dulled with pain and grief as he saw her motionless body lay on the metal landing, not a sign of life coming from her closed blue eyes. He couldnt feel anything. His eyes went blank as he desperately tried to shove down the pain of losing someone he loved (again!), but the anguish practically glowed form his cat-like eyes.

Hawkmoth could see the pain, and like any moth, he was drawn to it. But he still had uses for the boy, so akumatization wouldn't be so ideal. But a boy filled with hate for his loved one, and everything she cared about, would be perfect in destroying the city she loved to protect. He would be the perfect minion.

Chat's eyes widened as he heard the sound of a string being pulled, and he turned around to see Kim, akumatized regularly back into Dark Cupid, and a black rose hitting his chest. His vision enveloped into black, and he knew no more.

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"Dupain-Cheng! Wake up! Ugh, you better not be dead or I swear on my Miraculous I WILL sting you."

"Chloe-"

"Its Queen Bee, Cesaire. Get it right, fox."

"Everyone knows who you are, Chloe, since you were the one who gave up your identity on your first day, so it doesnt really matter what I call you, now, does it?"

"Its for the principle here that matters!"

"Girls, now is not the time! We need to do something! Marinette, dude, please wake up."

"Shes not going to wake up, Nino! She's, she's-!"

"Still alive." Marinette groaned out, her head pounding as she finally got her eyes to open.

"Marinette!" Marinette cried out softly as she got crushed between two bodies, but it didnt last because a third person pulled them off and slapped her arm none too gently.

"Ow! Chloe!"

"That, Dupain-Cheng, is for daring to have been my hero all this time without telling me or your friends and for almost dying today. I'd consider giving you the gift of hugging me for your comfort, but I dont want your bloody lip getting anything on my designer jacket." Chloe sat back down with a huff, looking away with bright red cheeks as the trio of heroes looked at her in shock.

Marinette finally chuckled and smiled when it drew Chloe's attention. "Thanks, Chloe. I'll try not to die anytime soon, and I might, might, take you up on that offer for a hug. If you're nice."

Chloe made a disgusted face that made everyone laugh. Marinette's chuckles, however, died down at her sudden realization that something, or someone, was missing.

"Um, guys? Where exactly are we? And where's Chat Noir?"

Their chuckles died down at Marinette's questions. The trio looked at each other, trying to decide who would be best to tell her. Chloe rolled her eyes, but kept her eyes averted nervously as she spoke.

"Well, Dupain-Cheng...Marinette, Foxlya and Ninopace decided it would be such a brilliant idea to shove us all into a storage closet in my daddy's hotel while your mangy alley cat and Big, Bad and Unfashionable destroyed Paris."

Marinette stared at Chloe, silent with shock. Alya waved a hand in front of her face, but she still didnt react.

"Um...Mari?"

"He...they...what? Chat would never-!"

Nino spoke up, his voice tinged with a grim determination. "Oh, we know. Dark Cupid got to him first. I guess seeing you fall 50 feet and then lay motionless must have left him emotionally vulnerable, dude."

Alya looked sadly at her best friend as she looked down at the covers, her fists clenching and unclenching with her troubled thoughts. Marinette might not have known who Chat Noir was, but it was obvious that she loved him almost, if not just as much as she loved Adrien.

"So, you guys know. Then where's...?"

"Shes eating and resting in the other room. She was panicking about you, so we sent her with our kwamis to calm her down. You want to call her in?"

"That sounds just like Tikki. Always worrying about me." Marinette smiled fondly to herself before looking up at Alya. "Bring her in, Alya. I want to make sure she's also fine with the fall."

Marinette watched Alya stride towards the door, her hand reach towards the handle, but flinching back as a little red goddess phased through the door and rushed at Marinette.

"Marinette! Oh, I'm so glad you're alright! I was so worried it was all so sudden, I wasnt sure my magic would cushion your fall in time!"

Mari's blue eyes twinkled with joy and exasperated fondness as Tikki snuggled up to her cheek, worrying all the way. "I'm fine, just a little sore, I think. It still surprises me that I can survive a fall that high in the suit."

"Yeah, but please dont make it a habit."

Marinette smiled, but she turned serious as she once more pondered their situation. The look on her face finally destroyed any doubt her friends might have had that Marinette wasnt Ladybug.

"Marinette?"

"We need to capture Hawkmoth once and for all, but we cant do it alone. We need Chat Noir back. No offence guys, but you're still fairly new to working with me. And I need someone who really gets my way of thinking. Chat is that person, and i wouldn't trade him for anyone, or ever leave him at the hands of evil. Once we get Chat, Hawkmoth is going to have a hard time without all his other akumas."

Alya, Nini, and Chloe smiled eagerly, and leaned forward. "We're in."

"Great. We'll start immediately. But first, I need to get up and trans-augh!" Marinette fell forward as a sharp pain flashed through her abdomen, but Alya caught her before she hit the ground.

(Start playing I'm Still Here from Jem and the Holograms)

"Marinette, you need to move carefully! You literally just survived a life-threatening fall." Alya scolded Marinette as she helped her stand fully. Marinette smiled thankfully up at her, and looked down at Tikki. Her heart started beating faster.

"Ready? You think we can do this?"

"Of course, Ladybugs have always won. You can do this. It's written in the stars."

Marinette called on her transformation as she walked towards the door, her steps gaining confidence as she thought, "It's not over. I've still got fight."

Part of her worried over Chat Noir, wondering if she would be able to draw him from the darkness like last time. And she promised herself that Hawkmoth would pay for taking her kitty.

She looked at her team, so brave to rise after being broken. They didnt know what was coming, but they'd face it head-on.

She opened the door, and saw nothing but flames. Paris was up in flames, and it felt like her heart was burning with it. She looked at her team, and together they took the leap, falling before catching themselves, and she felt the familiar rush that told her "I'm still here." They ran across the non burning buildings, the flames licking them when they leapt over the burning ones.

They headed towards the Eiffel Tower, and she could see the height differences between the landings, and felt the ghost pain of falling, and a fire to defeat Hawkmoth once and for all. He was standing there, with Chat Noir at his left, a small collar around his neck, like a symbol that Chat belonged to Hawkmoth.

Ladybug's eyes narrowed. She ducked under a burning arch as they snuck up onto the landing. Oh, hell no. That's her kitty. He just crossed a line, and she's taking her kitty back.

"CHAAAAAT!!!!" She cried as she launched herself at him. His lips were black again, but Ladybug was not going to spend almost an hour chasing him again. Her lips crashed against his, and she rolled with him as Carapace shielded her while Rena and Queen Bee attacked Hawkmoth and Dark Cupid.

Her kitty's eyes were like fiery waterfalls. His tears burned her as she saw his pain at thinking she was dead.

"I'm here, you stupid Chat."

"My Lady?"

"Who else? Now, let's get that Miraculous."

They rushed into the fight, Hawkmoth's face whitening at seeing her still alive.

'I'm still here.'

"This isnt possible! You're supposed to be dead! You should be gone."

"And yet, I'm not. I'm still here. And I'll always be here, as long as you continue to terrorize people, Chat Noir, Rena Rogue, Queen Bee, Carapace and I will still be here to take you down! You cant win against us, Hawkmoth, and you can never get rid of us. You tried, and you failed.

I'm still here."

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I'm just going to leave this here. If anyone actually wants to write the ending in which they defeat Hawkmoth, that's cool. I just kept hearing that song come up in my playlist and thought, this is a great comeback song. Like, you cant defeat us, no matter how hard you try.

I'm still here.

@mindfulmagics @drarrylover007 @zoe-oneesama @marionettedupaincheng @lunian @un1cornf1ghter @dreamteaze

[xyliane]

lawfully unwedded

summary: they get married fourteen times. well, they never get officially married—there’s never been any paperwork filled out, and after the third time, most people are convinced it’s just an excuse for them to have a massive party, and they’re not wrong. (knuckle still cries every single time.)

notes: I’ve been working on this thing off and on for months now, but now it’s done! it’s a very very belated birthday present for @wuzzyletoastermac who is an amazing friend and has amazing ideas. (and I am borrowing ari who is wuzzy’s wolfgirl pup and is adorable) G, killugon throughout the years, featuring friends and family and some ocs and some headcanon about parenting for killua and gon. this work is rated F for Fluff. 4400 words.

also on ao3!

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The first wedding is an accident. Well, mostly. It isn’t planned, it isn’t intentional, and it never is an actual wedding. In fact, neither Gon or Killua realizes anyone would take it as anything more than a joke, not with the obvious ridiculousness of Aiai City and Greed Island providing the backdrop for an image sent to Alluka.

Their now-regular meet up with Leorio proves their judgment to be slightly flawed.

“What do you mean you got married?” Leorio demands, half of the people trying to eat their lunch at this restaurant spinning at the noise. “You’re seventeen!”

“I’m eighteen, Killua’s seventeen,” Gon says. “A summer wedding is always nice, right?”

Leorio attempts to pull his hair out, knocking his glasses askew. “You can’t get married at seventeen!”

“Age of consent here is sixteen, Leorio! I wouldn’t even need Aunt Mito to sign for anything.”

Killua rolls his eyes to try to pretend he’s not blushing. “We didn’t actually get married,” he says. “There wasn’t any paperwork, it was just some asshole in a stupid hat that wanted pictures. I don’t think anything on Greed Island is really all that legal, anyways.”

Leorio brandishes his phone, said picture zoomed in to the point of being pixelated and blurry but not disguising the glimmer of rings on their fingers. “Then what are those?”

Gon grins and digs out a square of rumpled gold foil from his pocket. “Chocolate rings,” he says. “The photographer gave them to us as payment for helping with his project. Killua ate both of them.”

His boyfriend—partner—husband—best friend chokes on air. “You kept that?”

“Well, of course!” Gon says, a far too innocent glimmer in his eyes. “It was our first wedding, after all.”

“First?” Leorio and Killua say, Leorio still trying to wrap his head around his friends and wedding being in the same sentence, and Killua with a look of oddly enthusiastic dismay.

Killua takes Gon’s hands, pale thumbs drawing circles across the callouses on his knuckles. “You know, we don’t have to get married, right?” he says, cheeks turning pink. “I don’t…you know. It’s not important to me.”

“But you’re important to me.” Gon presses a kiss to Killua’s cheek, smile widening in direct correlation to how red Killua turns. “Do you wanna get married? I’d rather do whatever you want, Killua.”

If they weren’t almost sickeningly adorable, Leorio would throttle these two kids. Kids. “Are you two getting married or not?”

The two teenagers exchange a look Leorio can’t read, and Killua shakes his head. “Not now,” he says slowly, eyes still on his best friend, who smiles.

Gon adds, “We have our whole lives, right? We can live them together however we want. It’s more fun that way.”

Killua just about bursts into flames, and Leorio can’t bring himself to be annoyed anymore. That they love each other is nothing new. They deserve each other. But some amount of revenge is worthwhile. “Well, if you’re both so intent on this. It’s time someone told you about sex.”

Both boys squawk and try to flounder out of their seats as Leorio brings up a set of diagrams on his phone, a smile growing on his face that is not at all evil or the result of years’ worth of vengeance for his friends being reckless idiots. “First off, condoms.”

The resulting screeches get them all kicked out of the restaurant.

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The second wedding is more complicated. 

Leorio’s interrogation-turned-sex-talk (a conversation Killua vehemently insists never happened and makes Gon turn curiously silent whenever it’s brought up) is only the tip of the iceberg once Alluka “accidentally” sends the photo to her brother’s friends. While funny for the first few weeks, it gets frustrating to have to explain to every single person they know that, no, they’re not married, no they don’t have plans to get married anytime soon if at all, and for fuck’s sake Knuckle please stop crying, it’s embarrassing to everyone.

Which is most of the reason they’ve ended up in front of a flowered archway and a brightly colored canopy, forcibly cleaned and shoved into matching tuxes before being physically deposited in front of what feels like hundreds of their friends and family. Judging by the quantity and quality of baked goods, Killua suspects Palm as having a heavy hand in the proceedings, and Gon can easily identify Zepile’s handiwork in the eclectic but well-made decorations around the garden.

For some reason, it’s Morel who’s been enlisted as the officiant. The only thing preventing him from openly sobbing are his sunglasses.

Both Gon and Killua glance at each other, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. The only reason they haven’t bolted is because no one’s given them a proper explanation, and Killua refuses to leave without sampling the massive chocolate fondue fountain visible all the way from the other side of the garden. Gon says, “Thanks for all of this, Morel, but…”

“This is bullshit. We aren’t married. We’re not getting married,” Killua says. He grabs onto Gon’s hand as a lifeline, and Gon latches on just as tightly.

Morel sniffs and wipes his eyes. “I had a feeling,” he says, voice stuck in his nose, and waves to a few people from the crowd.

Alluka, Palm, and Knuckle are led up to the front by a bemused Leorio. “I tried to tell them this was a bad idea,” Leorio says.

Palm scowls, the gem on her forehead glinting in the sunlight. “What do you mean, a bad idea? Do you see how many people are here for these two? How many people helped us put this all together?”

Knuckle is in a similar state as Morel, eyes watering and nose running but lacking any sunglasses to hide behind. He manages to say, “No shit, Palm. It’s Gon and Killua! Alluka asked, and how could we say no? These punks deserve the wedding of a lifetime, and that means people show up for it.”

This makes both of the not-quite-grooms flush. “But we’re not getting married,” Gon says as gently as he can.

“If we were getting married, we’d decide on it,” Killua snaps. He’s been taller than Knuckle for a few years now, and it’s still weird to glare down at him. Glaring down at Alluka is only weird because of how betrayed he feels. She beams sunnily back at him, an expression that wouldn’t look out of place on Gon, reflected by the beads in her hair like a halo of grins. “Alluka, what the hell were you thinking?”

Knuckle swipes at his head, enhanced open-handed slap severely messing up Killua’s slicked-back white curls. “Don’t talk to your sister like that!”

“Fuck off, asshole!”

Before they can start actually fighting, Morel steps between them with a placid smile on his face, earning glares from everyone. “Miss Zoldyck?”

The girl in question casually brushes off her skirts, a flurry of lace and colors that bring out her eyes. “Yes, Morel?”

“Why are Killua and Gon getting married?”

Her smile widens. “For the party, of course!” she says.

The entire wedding party, attendees and grooms alike, seem to pause. “The…party?” Leorio asks into dead silence.

Alluka looks entirely pleased with herself. Herselves, more like, because Killua would eat his rented tux if Nanika isn’t also involved in this mess. “I know Brother and Gon aren’t getting married,” she says. “But they didn’t have a party the last time they didn’t get married, and Brother keeps forgetting about his birthday, so I thought this would be a good way to make up for that.”

Killua’s mouth open and closes without any noise coming out.

“And I couldn’t rent the chocolate fondue fountain without having a party,” she adds.

Gon makes a noise that might be choked laughter or might be a frog being tossed into a pond.

“Can we still celebrate them getting not married?” Ikalgo calls from the front row. He’s wearing a top hat, a blue rose tucked into the band for the occasion. Some of the people around him echo his call, clapping and whooping from the crowd.

Alluka peers up at Leorio through her lashes, a smirk on her face that looks far too much like her brother for Leorio’s comfort. Killua’s still somewhat in shock, so Leorio just shrugs. “Sure, why not,” he says.

Morel clears his throat. “I think I have the final say on this?” he says.

Gon and Killua stand straight as though electrified. “We’re not—” Gon starts.

Morel taps his pipe on the ground twice, the sound echoing like a gavel and silencing the entire garden. “I am happy to pronounce you not married,” he says solemnly. “You may now kiss each other or however you would like to celebrate.”

Gon grins brightly and before Killua can think to object, dips his best friend into a kiss. Killua makes a muffled protest against his lips, the sound lost to the cheer erupting from the crowd.

Morel and Knuckle burst into identical sobs, as do Bisky, Palm, and Zepile. If Killua had noticed, he would have yelled at them for being saps. But he’s preoccupied.

Gon pulls Killua back to his feet, both of them a little breathless. “Ready for this?” he asks.

Killua nods seriously. “Chocolate first,” he says, and drags Gon out of the canopy.

—

Wedding three features a second attempt at the chocolate fountain. It goes about as disastrously as at the second wedding, although Gon manages to rescue Killua early enough that no one is injured this time. Alluka rules that there is to be no more fondue until certain people can control themselves.

—

The fourth wedding isn’t supposed to be a wedding. It is supposed to be a party for Killua, though. Killua and his daughter Inedal.

It’s the only thing Aunt Mito’s asked in exchange for her help with the adoption process, that she and the rest of Whale Island be allowed to celebrate the adoption as well. From what Gon understands, between what Aunt Mito tells him and Killua doesn’t, Killua showing up on the island with a five year old blonde girl hanging onto his arm is much less worrisome now that any attempted assassins sent after Killua and Inedal met with an unexpected thunderstorm over open water. That there were assassins at all has more to do with who Inedal was, but Killua refuses to give her up, and Gon gets the feeling that Inedal refuses to leave just as fiercely. 

Gon’s here because Killua asked. He’s not comfortable with any of this--with having a kid, with Killua having a kid, with being anything close to a dad. But Killua asked, for Gon to be here and for Gon to help, not as a dad but as Gon, and for Killua, Gon will try.

It’s not like Gon’s good at turning down Killua if it’s something he wants. Killua asks for so little, it’s the least Gon can offer to say yes.

Aunt Mito takes advantage of Gon’s presence to make him in charge of carting all of the massive tables and platters down to the beach, helping the sailors and handiworkers and whoever else Aunt Mito’s bribed or wrangled into the job. The party is in full swing by the time Gon is able to sit down for food, wolfing down what might be four people’s worth of fish and rice before pausing long enough to take a breath.

People from all over the island are coming up to congratulate Killua and Inedal, small things from unfamiliar faces just here for the food and drink and massive baskets of chocolates and sweets from old friends that recognize Killua from the first time he came to the island, twelve and nervous about visiting his best friend’s home. But people also keep coming up to congratulate Killua and Gon. And by the time Nui the woodcarver drops off a fruit basket with a wink and vanishes before Gon can ask what’s going on, it is becoming clearer and clearer that this has nothing to do with any adoption process.

Inedal looks between the two of them, the growing pile of gifts, and then back at Aunt Mito. Her mouth opens in a little “o” of comprehension. “I thought this was my party,” she says.

“Well, it is, sweetie, for you and your dad,” Aunt Mito says. Gon’s close enough to his best friend that he can feel Killua vibrate at the sound of being called Inedal’s dad, especially by someone like Aunt Mito. She’d know if someone weren’t a good enough parent, and she knows Killua is more than good enough. There isn’t much Gon can add to that, so he laces their fingers together and squeezes.

Inedal shakes her head, pigtails bouncing arrhythmically. “But it’s their party too, right? They’re getting married.”

Gon and Killua nearly knock over the table in shock, Nui’s basket tumbling into the sand. 

“No, Inedal, we’re not…”

“Fu--Godda--Inedal how the he--heck did you get that from this?”

“The nice ladies selling sweets in the fish market were talking about how it was ‘damn time someone made an honest man out of little Mito’s kid,’ and that means marriage.” Gon does his best not to choke on air, but Aunt Mito suddenly develops a coughing fit. The little girl crosses her arms in front of her chest, legs planted and chin set with a stubbornness that is identical to Killua’s in intent if not expression. “Old man, you’re too old to get married. You’re almost eighty!”

Somewhere in the world, Gon’s sure that Leorio is laughing.

Killua strangles what sounds like a half-dozen curses in the back of his throat. “I’m twenty-five!” he screeches. “Gon’s older than me! How many times have I told you that?”

“Then why’s your hair white?” she asks. Gon bites his lip to try to keep from cackling as Killua’s face starts turning purple in a mix of betrayal, amusement, and mortification. Inedal glances at Gon through errant strands of blonde hair. “Sorry, Gon, I don’t know if you noticed. You’re too cool to see stupid things like that. I don’t know why you’re marrying this geezer.”

Killua doesn’t actually try to throttle his newly adopted daughter, but it’s a near thing. Nor does it help that the elder that runs the pharmacy and her grandchildren in the government office get wind of the “wedding” from the ladies at the fish market. Both Priya and Mata are wholly unapologetic, and they gift Gon and Killua with massive rings of flowers despite (or maybe because) of their vehement insistence that they are not and have not been and will not for the foreseeable future be getting married. Before the end of the night the party has sprawled into an unintended but not unwelcome celebration for Gon and Killua’s lack of desire to get married, the whole island turning out for dancing and a feast. If Aunt Mito gets a little teary eyed, Gon pretends to not notice.

Killua dances with Inedal almost half a dozen times, spinning her across the dirt with a smile on his face so bright it makes Gon’s chest hurt. The girl laughs, pigtails askew and flowers scattering out of where they’d been tucked behind her ears or in one of her hairties, and Killua looks like he’s flying with his feet still on the ground.

Killua dances with Gon twice, and neither of them step on each other’s toes. The second time, Gon reaches up to kiss his best friend, and it’s almost impossible to hear the music over the cheer and the blood rushing in his ears. Inedal promptly pries her dad away, informing Gon that he’s cool and all, but gross.

Shortly after, Gon is taking a break from dancing and singing and fending off well-wishers when Killua dumps a giggling Inedal onto him. “She wants to dance with you. She won’t ask, and I’m the adult so I guess I have to,” he says, face flushed and voice sounding almost drunk with laughter, happier than Gon’s heard in years.

So Gon takes her and flips her in the air, relishing how she giggles on the way down as both Killua and Aunt Mito protest, with varying levels of amusement and annoyance, that this isn’t dancing. 

Killua passes out before sunrise, not waking even when Gon carries him back to Aunt Mito’s and tucks him into bed. Inedal, who insists on walking back with her hand tucked into one of Gon’s, doesn’t resist when Gon clumsily loads her into the bed next to Killua. She passes out almost instantly, snuggling into Killua’s side.

Gon kisses Killua on the forehead and, after a moment’s hesitation, gives Inedal the same. 

—

The sixth wedding is cancelled because Fen gets sick. Fen’s only been with Killua for a few months, but it’s enough to decide that Pa is an appropriate term for the adult-shaped person in charge of food and welfare when he’s not training a pack of students the fine art of punching each other in the face, and that Gon is an excellent jungle gym with ample protection from Pa’s wrath. But for all Fen’s enthusiasm, and Inedal’s well-intentioned but ill-practiced attempts at healing-via-chocolate, his illness just won’t go away, and neither Gon or Killua have gotten any sleep in days. It’s not until Alluka and Kurapika show up, boxes of not-wedding gifts in hand, that anyone remembers there had been something planned for the weekend other than a sick child. This turns out to be something of a stroke of luck, because the wedding party is coming in town anyways and all of them are more than happy to keep an eye on a nauseous but rambunctious seven year old who is already starting to take after his Pa in using his cuteness for chocolate.

Gon and Killua are sent to the honeymoon suite as a “wedding present” even without the wedding, a move Killua protests because it’s his kid that’s sick, he should be taking care of him. Not that it works when he’s physically carted off to the hotel by Bisky, Gon not even bothering to hide how hard he laughs. They spend the entire weekend sleeping, playing video games, and eating pancakes, enjoying the arsenal of pillows in a bed as big as their bedroom for a knock-down, drag-out war that is interrupted briefly when they get a call from the front desk asking if two pro Hunters could help them with a thief. 

It’s a good weekend.

—

By the time their ninth wedding rolls around, some years after the Hunters-only party-turned-miniature-war of the seventh wedding and the relatively tiny dinner that made up the eighth, Killua doesn’t so much have kids he’s adopted as ducklings that’ve followed him home, mingling with his trainees and eating all of his chocolate. Dura and Lu, he found in the fighting rings in Begerose, twins in desperate need of a sensei and attaching to him like leeches. Ari, Mevera, Fen—sometimes they just hang onto him like monkeys, giggling as the static in his aura shocks them and stands their hair on end. And there’s Inedal, who’s been with him since he didn’t even know he could be a dad, who’s his and he’s as protective of her as she lets him be.

All of them love him, and he loves them just as fiercely.

What he doesn’t expect, months after the last time he sees Gon and burying the all too familiar ache of loneliness beneath work and training and the kids, is his oldest to use all of her admittedly formidable skills to kidnap him in his sleep and deposit him in front of an altar, a tux and rings and everything already at hand.

“Old man, I know you have a thing about getting married,” Inedal says, a look on her face that says that the thing could be either how much he never wants to be married or a thing that she never wants to consider her dad doing with his partner. Killua, older and more knowledgeable than she ever will be, merely raises an eyebrow and tries to ignore how he’s standing at an altar in his boxers.

She sighs. “Look, the twins found out you got married before but it didn’t count, and they told the rest of the trainees, and now they all want to watch. And I knew if I asked Gon, he’d say to ask you, and you’d say no. So I kind of. Planned a surprise wedding.”

Killua’s eyebrow arches up even higher. So that’s what she’d been sneaking around with the trainees for. Sure enough, he can feel their auras flickering nervously in and out of zetsu from the foyer. He feels an odd burst of pride. It seems like she’s wrangled all of his students plus his kids, a skill Killua himself doesn’t have most days. But as their trainer, there are some things he can’t just let slide. Sloppiness is one of them. “Four hundred extra push ups for everyone outside!” he calls, and Fen curses loudly. “Now, dumbasses, or you’re running laps for the next three hours!”

“It’s a surprise to me too,” says a voice that might as well be electricity and sunshine and home all bound up together. Killua turns to face his best friend, who’s covered in something that might be the insides of a swamprat hive, who scoops up Killua in a bear hug before he can protest.

He gives himself a moment to relish this, to rest his forehead against Gon’s and breathe. “I missed you,” he says in a tone that means I love you.

“I missed you, too, Killua.” Gon chuckles, the rumbling felt straight through Killua’s chest. “You should probably put pants on, though.”

Right. That. He takes another deep breath, then turns back to Inedal. “You didn’t kidnap him in the middle of the night, did you?”

She stares defiantly back at him. “Gon’s too cool for that, geezer. I just told him you’d meet him here now that he’s done with work for a bit.”

Killua stares at Gon, who goes a little red. “You just believed her?” he says.

“I didn’t think there was any reason not to!”

Killua flicks him in the forehead, because they might be nearly in their forties but Gon is still an idiot. Killua loves him because of that, sometimes. “Have you already forgotten the mint wire incident? Or the thing with the cheese foam?”

Inedal huffs, arms crossed over her chest and shoulders hunched inward. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? It’s not like I get to see my dad happy all that often, and I thought this would. Be okay.”

Any semblance of irritation Killua is still feeling dissipates with the words my dad. He extracts himself from Gon to place a hand on his daughter’s shoulder, causing her to look up at him. “It’s okay,” he says. His voice sounds oddly stuffy to his own ears. “It’s more than okay.”

She smiles hesitantly and hugs him, arms tight around his waist. He hugs her back as best he can. It doesn’t last long—he understands all too well not wanting to deal with emotions at seventeen, even if it was a lifetime ago—but it’s more than enough. She says, “You don’t have to get for real married. Knuckle offered to officiate—something about having called dibs last time? He knows you two are weirdos.”

That earns a laugh from both men. “He’s weirder than both of us put together,” Killua says.

“It’s not so bad. And I get to see you all dressed up,” Gon says, trailing a warm hand down Killua’s back, nails scratching at his muscles. He grins lazily and stretches a little at the touch.

Inedal makes a face like she’s bitten into a lime and found prune juice. “Gross,” she says, and Gon laughs because she sounds exactly like Killua. So Killua reaches back to ruffle Gon’s hair, grimacing at the swamp sludge coating his hand.

“You are gross. I’m not not-marrying you if you’ve got bog juice up your nose.” He wipes his hand on Gon’s jacket, which only makes the mess worse. But it gives him an idea. “You need a shower.”

Gon looks wholly too innocent at that suggestion, especially compared to what his hand’s doing. “Probably,” he says. “You know where we can find one?”

“I have some ideas.”

“Ialsoinvitedallyourfriendsthey’llbeheretonightbye,” Inedal says in a loud voice, and flees for the door before Killua can attempt to throttle his daughter who he loves very much and who certainly does not have a death wish.

(The wedding goes off without a hitch, the problem kind or the actual-marriage kind. Gon showers and Killua does not actually get married in his boxers. He pretends to get cold feet at the last minute, so Dura and Lu take it upon themselves to physically drag him up to the altar, where Gon’s laughing so hard he falls over. Knuckle doesn’t get through the vows because he starts crying again, which sets both Bisky and Leorio off, and Killua can’t get Gon to stop laughing long enough to make these idiots stop sobbing. Under the direction of Inedal, Killua’s kids uniformly declare this a resounding failure to get their dad Actually Married and go off to the party.)

—

“Hey, Killua.”

Gon’s brown skin has wrinkles, laugh lines so deep they might as well be canyons carved next to his eyes. Killua traces them as gently as he can, ignoring how his hands ache with old scars, content to simply lie on their bed counting the stars they can see out the window. “Hmm?”

“Do you wanna get married?”

He hasn’t heard this question in years. “That would be, what, our fourteenth wedding? Fifteenth?” he says. “Why, do you?”

Gon’s laugh is still the same it’s been since he was twelve, loud and carefree even with the weight of decades that have turned his hair almost entirely white. “Not really,” he says. He catches Killua’s hands with his own, bringing knuckles to his lips. Brown eyes dance as he asks, “Do you, Killua?”

Killua smiles. “Nah. I’m happy with us.”

“Me too.”

“But we should have a party anyways. I’m sure if we pretend we’re actually getting married, Alluka will rent that chocolate fondue fountain again.”

They should be too old for a pillow fight, but Gon smacks him with a pillow anyways. Some things never change.

[secondstartotheright-imagines]

There Is No Escape - Part 12

Note: The plan is in motion but how much of yourself will you lose to make sure that it works out….that Killian gains back his heart? Having such power over the pirate isn’t something Pan is going to give up easily. (I am so sorry for the delay in posting this part!)

Killian Jones x Peter Pan x Reader

Words: 1,848

Warnings: Violence, mild language, and some name calling from Pan.

Disclaimers: None of the GIFs are mine. All credit goes to the creators <3

Masterlist.

Felix was dead.

You may have fallen unconscious not long after your confrontation with him but you knew that much – his glazed over eyes were the last things you saw before darkness consumed you completely. It was all because of you as well.

In your frantic search for Killian’s heart you hadn’t once considered that someone might have been watching, least of all Felix, you remembered that the majority of the time he was attached to Pan’s hip so you had simply assumed he had been with him once he left the treehouse.

Oh how wrong you had been. The only question running through your mind now as you remained in the darkness of unconsciousness was whether Pan was fully aware of what had taken place or not. Did he know that you had tried to take the heart or had he simply walked in and witnessed Felix attacking you?

As light began to invade your eyes you knew it wouldn’t be long before you found out.

Your eyes slowly flutter open, allowing your eyes to adjust to the bright surroundings now that the sun had risen on the island, and before their focus is at their best you know Pan is sat beside you – his figure, even when his details are currently so blurred, is unmistakable and although a wave of nausea hits you at the thought of him being so close to you there is also a small part that is grateful he didn’t just leave you unconscious on the floor.

“[y/n]?” There is a tone to his voice that you have never heard before and as you are coming out of your unconscious state of mind you find it confusing you more than it probably should have done. “[y/n] are you okay?”

“What do you care Pan?”

Your voice is hoarse and you can barely even reach a volume that is above a whisper as you pull an annoyed face at him. He must have known what had happened so this whole worried act he has going on isn’t about to fool you.

“Seriously? You’re going to call me Pan even after what I have just done?”

The caring tone to his voice has gone but instead of it being angry, as you would have expected from such a petty little boy, he sounds almost hurt by the fact that you aren’t calling him by his first name. Maybe he truly thinks that you hate Killian now, that you are actually going to choose to stay with him, the very thought has you restraining yourself from laughing right in his face – a hard feat to pull off but given that your plan seems to be working so far you don’t want to blow it just yet.

“Wh-What do you mean?”

As you feign ignorance to the whole thing you bring a hand up to your throat, sitting yourself up on his bed, and rub at the fire that still seems to be burning through it. You knew that Felix had been strong, trained by Pan himself, but gees are you beginning to wonder how your head is still firmly on your shoulders.

Pan didn’t answer your question and instead he simply gestures to the side of the bed where Felix is still laying lifeless on the floor.

“Felix.....”

“He was going to kill you [y/n] the grip he had on your throat if I hadn’t stepped in when I did it would be you on the floor right now, not him.”

If it hadn’t been for the fact that you are desperate to get a hold of Killian’s heart you may have even wished that it was you in his place. At least then you would be out of Pan’s grip once and for all. It is becoming pretty clear to you that once he got those slimy fingers of his into something he liked he didn’t plan on letting it go anytime soon.

“Why....What happened?”

“I don’t know. He hasn’t uttered a single word to me today. I thought he was just going to stand guard....”

He may have been a malicious demon the majority of the time but as you watch his eyes look over the lifeless body of his friend you can almost see a glimmer of humanity inside them. Killing Felix has hit him harder than he would ever admit to anyone around him and you are about to reach out a hand to him when the second eldest boy, Nathaniel, burst his way into the treehouse.

Pan had noticed your hand and it looked as though he actually wanted you to touch him in some way – he didn’t say it in so many words but the look in his eyes had betrayed him instantly. The fact that a boy interrupting you flared his anger came as no surprise to you.

“Seriously?! Can I not get a bloody moment with [y/n] here?!”

It is now that his infamous darkness starts to make an appearance as he holds out a single hand and you watch as Nathaniel’s feet leave the ground and he claws at his throat to rid it of the invisible force constricting it.

“P-P-Pir.....ates!”

The boys eyes are wide, almost bulging right out of their sockets, as the snarl on Pan’s face turns into something that would befit a wild, savage, animal than it would a human being. His eyes cloud over so they are nothing more than two black holes ready to suck anything in that isn’t bolted down and it is only when you finally place your hand onto his shoulder that he snapped right out of it.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as slowly but surely his anger subsides to a more acceptable level and the boy’s feet finally touch the floor once more. Pan’s invisible grip on him doesn’t stop straightaway though and so the boy continues to gasp desperately for air.

“Peter let him go. We need to hear what he has to say.”

His eyes turn to face you and for a moment or two it looks like he is simply going to ignore you but then when a loud gasp of air echoes out around the room you know that he has released his deadly grip on the boy.....a grip that, as soon as you know Nathaniel is safe, is one that has you rubbing at your own neck as you remember the force Felix had used to hurt you.

“The pirates....they’re in the camp!”

He can barely speak, practically having to cough his words out at the same time as trying to take in some much-needed air, but he said enough to have Pan stand to his feet. You, however, decide to stay right where you are as you wonder what the hell is actually going on. This isn’t part of the plan, in fact if anything Killian’s crew turning up this soon is only going to ruin it, and there is only one person you know who is stupid enough to screw everything over.

Smee.....when this is over he needs to take a walk on the goddamn plank!

It isn’t easy to hide the anger you feel for the imbecile that Killian is so attached to but luckily the one person you are trying to hide your true emotions from is more focused on the new threat that had come about.

“Nathaniel get up off that lazy arse of yours and get the boys to prepare for a battle. [y/n] you are going to stay here an-“

“Not a chance. You think after what Killian did to me I’m going to just sit back and allow his crew to hurt the only family I have?” You can’t exactly find out what the hell is going on if you are cooped up inside of here. You have a plan and there is no way in hell you were going to let that pot-bellied fool ruin it for you or for the pirate that you love. “If Smee is out there he is mine.....I have been dying to kill that one for a while.”

A devilish smirk makes an appearance on Pan’s face as you allow your darker side to come out and play – he had always liked this particular side of you, it was what had drawn him to you in the first place, and now that he had managed to get that damn pirate out of the way (or so he thought) he was convinced he would finally have his evil little Lost Girl back once and for all.

“My Lost Girl can have as many pirates as she wants.....” He steps closer to you now after having sent Nathaniel away to prepare the others, and when he is close enough to do so his hand snakes around to the back of your neck, his fingers combing through the locks of your [h/c] hair before gripping onto them tightly so your head is forced back ever so slightly. “....so long as I get to watch.”

For a few brief moments your heart feels like it is about to jump right out of your throat, having him touching you in the way that he is has you thinking he knows exactly what is going on but when his words finally leave his lips you feel a huge wave of relief wash over you. He is still clueless......but with Smee throwing a spanner into the works you can soon lose your advantage over the King of Neverland.

                                              * * * * * * * * * *

The more you look into the eyes of the overweight pirate the more you can feel your nostrils flaring with the anger boiling away inside of you. Turns out him and the rest of the crew haven’t found Killian, much to your delight, but they are still wanting to stir up trouble among Pan and his boys.....and of course you.

“Always told Cap’n that having a girl around is no good. You have ca-“

“Seriously? You come and disturb me and my boys just to talk about Captain Codfish?” Pan wastes no time in stopping Smee from saying any more, still under the impression that you know nothing of your past with the pirate, and a rather nervous sounding laugh escapes him as he steps between you and the crew of annoying pirates. “There I was willing to spare your lives should you prove to be entertaining enough and you just had to bring him up into the conversation. Wrong move.....very wrong move there porky.”

Each boy draws out his weapon the moment those last few words have escaped their leader’s lips and the pirates mirror such a reaction by drawing out their swords too, showing that they had not come without their own array of weapons, and then Smee points the tip of his blade in your direction while his eyes turn to look at Pan.

“We’ll be taking Miss [y/n] now. If there is one way of drawing our good Cap’n out it is using this one here as bait.”

Smee you idiot.....

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(still plenty of room if anyone else would like to be added! if I have missed anyone off then please let me know and also I apologise for anyone that should have been tagged in the last chapter and wasn’t.)

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Chapter 14 is up!!! And today, March 20, is supposed to be Athela’s birthday!! I will soon draw something, I promise ;v;

For those who can’t access AO3 or just don’t want to do it, the chapter is pasted under this sexy cut!!!

Bloomtale

Chapter 14 – The missed call

  Athela sighed while covering her right eye with her bony hands, trying to protect the flowers from the bitter cold. It was more of an annoyed sigh, actually, since she was just… kinda fed up with her actual situation.

 She thought things would be different once she got out of the Ruins. Maybe she would find smarter monsters who would help her if she needed it. Perhaps things would be easier. But no, of course not. Instead, she got an awful icy breeze and angry teenagers.

 Just what was that guy’s deal?

  She faked a smile as she waved goodbye with her free hand. The young bird-monster waved back with a not-so fake grin, and left her alone after what the skeleton thought it had been a whole eternity.

 Once she lost sight of him, she sighed again.

  She had died twice to that monster. She would by now think “what a bother”, or something similar, but it was not that easy. Poor Athela now had two more flowers struggling to get out of her right eye, and as cringey as that could feel, she had to endure it.

 What was worse is that she couldn’t see with that eye anymore.

  Athela had a horrible freak-out moment once she re-spawned near the save-point; as soon as she realized she couldn’t see anymore, she felt like crying and yelling and breaking something. But there was nothing to break, so she just resorted to screaming. Those cries brought the attention of… Snowdrake was his name? That kid. And because of her meltdown, he felt bad about her and didn’t make her go through his confusing, confusing battle.

 Because Athela didn’t understand what was that she needed to do to make him happy. Or just to make him go away… He always started with a strange sentence, and got mad immediately after she did something. Then, he had a temper tantrum and threw what looked like magic snowballs at her. And those hurt a lot. Too much, in fact.

 What did “macaroni and freeze” mean, anyway?

  Another tired sigh. At least he was not evil; she could guess as much. He just looked angry, and sad. He surely didn’t mean to hit that hard, she managed to catch a glimpse of his face the first time she died, and he was terrified to say the least. Of course, she couldn’t blame him; nobody would expect someone to die after getting hit by a few snowballs, right?

 Well, her flowers disagreed.

 The skeleton checked her HP. She didn’t even fight, and she had just saved, but she felt weak anyway. So she checked, just to make sure she was alright.

 She wasn’t.

  “Fourteen…” Sighing yet again, she tried saving again. Maybe that would restore her HP.

  She approached the glimmering light, thinking about pollen and sunshine. The glowing star-like object reminded her of the outside world, somehow. And that made her feel resolute. She would get out of that place, yes she would. Just wait and see.

 Athela closed her eyes even before the pain came, she just expected it by now. There it was, the sharp, small flash of pain. As it was usual now. After it calmed down, the young monster checked her HP again.

 Still at fourteen.

  “… Sigh.” It was sighing day, apparently. But she just didn’t feel like doing anything else. Everything was so wearing. Why didn’t her HP go up anymore? Was it because of the flowers? Did the curse do that to her too?

  She didn’t care anymore.

 Well, she cared, of course she cared. But… it just wasn’t surprising anymore. What else could even happen? She was just deciding to ignore that growing uneasiness inside of her because she didn’t want to go crazy, and that was all. If she wanted to stay sane and get out of that hellish mountain, she needed to be positive.

  So what if she couldn’t see with her right eye anymore? At least she had another one, right?

 Exactly.

  Athela looked at the save point again, and her eye wandered to the path which she had come from. The Ruins didn't look so bad now, did they? But going back was useless. The door was closed anyway. And no one was there.

 She should just keep on going.

  She was cold, so she slid her hands to her pockets. There, she stumbled upon something. Oh, the phone Toriel gave her. Of course, she still had it… she took it out and looked at it with a sad expression on her face. She missed Toriel so much. What if…?

 …

 She started dialing.

  She could remember Toriel’s number by now. The phone made its funny sounds and then emitted that beep that indicated that it was indeed calling the other person. Athela waited for Toriel to pick up, as she usually did.

  …

  …

  …

  …?

   “She’s not picking up...” Athela muttered. Toriel wasn’t picking up. Why? Did that dog steal her phone again? Or… was she mad at her? Did she forget her phone at her house? Did she have an accident? Well, she looked too strong to have a problem with another monster, and Flowey was with her at the moment, so… maybe… maybe she was sleeping. Surely that was it. Why wouldn’t she pick up if not?

  Athela started feeling nervous. Her optimism was fading away, as sadness replaced it. She just wanted to hear Toriel’s voice… of course, life would not let her do what she wanted, huh?

 Resigned to her awful fate, she just put her phone back in her pocket and started walking again, head down. She didn’t feel like looking up anyway. How gloomy…

  She saw a box with a sign, but she didn’t feel like reading it either. It was just a box anyway. She would’ve usually checked it out, but… she was still thinking about Toriel. As she did that, she kept heading straight. To… wherever she was going, she didn’t know.

 However, after some self-depreciation, she had to go back. It was not like her, ignoring something instead of checking it out.  But despite everything, it was still her, so…

  First she read the sign, hoping it would give away some information about her surroundings, or about the box itself.

  “This is a box.” She started reading out loud. “You can put an item inside or leave an item out. The same box will appear later, so don’t worry about coming back. Sincerely, a box lover.”

 How nice. Whoever wrote that sign must be really, really nice. At least, they sounded nice, and Athela liked that; it lifted her spirits a bit. She didn’t understand what “the same box will appear later” meant, but that was not important. Or… well, she hoped so.

 She then proceeded to open the box itself. It wasn’t locked, so the lid slid up with no difficulty. Inside, she found a single grey glove. It looked like it would be perfect for five-fingered folks. And she had five fingers!! Excited about her new discovery, she took it and tried to put it on. It was just one glove, but certainly it would do its job of keeping her hand warm…?

  …

 …

  It didn’t fit her.

  “Are you serious?” Athela complained as she tried to push her hand inside the glove, but to no avail. Her hand was too big. She grumbled. Of course. That was just her luck. If she found some clothes, they had to be child-sized. Yes. Just like the clothes she found at Toriel’s house, none was bound to fit her.

  Still sighing, she left the glove back in the box. Who knows, maybe someone would need that glove later. Maybe.

 Then, she closed the box and resumed walking.

 She could almost hear Flowey laughing at her. Not that she could actually hear the little weed, but she was SURE he was laughing. It was funny to her, too, in a sour way, so the skeleton was certain he would find it hilarious.

  Athela was going to continue forward, but she heard streaming water nearby, so she decided to follow the noise. Heading north, she took a short path that led her to a river. Water streaming in such a frozen, white place… how beautiful. Smiling, she approached its shore and bent down to touch the water.

  “Freezing!” She squealed upon touch, and immediately took her hand out. Despite the cold, she was smiling. It was just cold water, it was fine. And it wasn’t technically freezing; if it was, it would be ice.

  It was nice, touching water. Athela felt as if it had been an eternity since the last time she touched actual water, too. She remembered the mountain’s river, and how she used to have lunch next to it. Usually with her mother…

 Her expression became sad again. She missed those times…

  “… Huh?” Amidst her sadness, she noticed a fishing rod next to her. It was affixed to the ground… maybe a fish was on the hook? There was no one around to stop her, and the young lady really wanted to check it out, so she just… reeled it in. But all that was attached to its end was a photo of a weird-looking monster. “Call me! Here’s my number!” She read it out loud.

  …

  Athela decided not to call.

 She sent the line back out.

  She could’ve called, but… no. No, thank you. She had had her share of weird monsters. She didn’t even know if that one was friendly, and… if she wanted to call someone, well, Toriel would not answer, but… she still had her phone buddy!

 …

 Who, she just remembered, hadn’t called in a while. Well, she usually called first… but she forgot to call at some point. Maybe… maybe she should call again, to tell him where she was, and what she had done. Perhaps he would be interested? After all, he was a really nice guy.  She felt regret build up once she remembered their last conversation… she said she would call back later, but… apparently, her multiple deaths and all those puzzles distracted her. She should definitely call now!!

 She smiled and got her phone out again. Not like she remembered his number, but it was stored anyway, so she could call him anytime. So she did just that. As she dialed, she felt slightly nervous. What if he didn’t remember her? Wait, no, he HAD to. They talked twice, didn’t they? She had faith in it… because… if he didn’t remember… that would be really sad. She cursed her forgetful mind as she listened to the call tune.

 She waited…

 “…SECOND, UNDYNE, I THINK I RECOGNIZE THIS NUMBER,” she heard a familiar voice at the other end of the line, and what she heard made her smile widely. He recognized the number! That meant he remembered her!

 “Hello?” She called, her smiling only widening. Funny how you don’t even mind the cold when you’re really excited for something.

“IT’S YOU AGAIN! HELLO!” The already recognizable high-pitched voice greeted the young skeleton. “IT’S BEEN A WHILE!”

“Y-yes it has! I’m sorry for not calling sooner, I was… busy, and… Well, I…” Athela tried to excuse herself while she also attempted to calm down a bit. Her mind was racing and it was difficult for her to talk.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER PHONE PROBLEMS? IF YOU CALL SOMEONE AND HEAR A LADY’S VOICE SAYING “LEAVE YOUR MESSAGE”, THAT MEANS YOU HAVE TO LEAVE A MESSAGE.”

“What the heck, dude?” Surprise. Athela could hear a lady’s voice at the other side! Seems like he had company…

“OH, THIS IS THE PERSON I TOLD YOU ABOUT! SHE WAS HAVING PROBLEMS WITH HER PHONE, AND I GLADLY AGREED TO HELP!” He sounded proud. Athela couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiastic tone… but… wait…

 Phone… problems?

 “Don’t sound so proud about that.” Whoever that lady was didn’t seem impressed. But her annoyed statement was ignored.

“HEY! HOW DID IT GO? DID YOU MANAGE TO CALL THAT IMPORTANT PERSON?” He asked, sounding impatient. “I GUESS YOU DID, BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T CALL AGAIN FOR ALMOST FOUR DAYS, SO…!”

“I… Didn’t…?” How strange. She was sure they talked at least twice. Didn’t he… remember?

“NOT REALLY! I WAS WORRIED! I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU!” He started; Athela could feel his concern, his distress. Fortunately, he cheered up soon. “BUT IT’S A GOOD THING YOU’RE CALLING AGAIN! GLAD TO SEE YOU’RE FINE, FRIEND!”

“Oh?” She felt flattered, her cheeks burned up slightly with that. Knowing that someone cared about her, even if it was just a bit… it felt nice. But she was still confused. “N-no, I’m fine, I just… I…”

 Wait.

Did she even save after she called…?

 “…Of course,” she sighed, cursing her own stupidity. They had such a nice talk, and she didn’t even save it. They talked, then she died, so the call was erased forever. Stupid Athela, stupid, stupid, stupid!! It had been such a nice call… of course he didn’t remember, now.

 What a shame, really. But there was nothing she could do about it anymore.

 “OF COURSE? OF COURSE WHAT?” The guy probably didn’t understand her groaning. Athela quickly dismissed what she just muttered and smiled, pretending everything was fine.

“I mean… of course I’m fine! And I managed to call that important person immediately, all thanks to you!” Well, since she messed up the whole thing, she might as well praise him double. She also felt like she owed him, since… he really gave her the push she needed, back then. “Thanks a lot. I mean it.”

“WOWIE! I’M BEING HIGHLY PRAISED! UNDYNE, SEE? I’M HELPFUL!” He sounded so joyful. Athela giggled, happy to make him happy.

“Never said you weren’t, you punk,” the unknown lady, presumably called Undyne, sighed. Athela had trouble making out what she was saying, since her voice sounded muffled. Probably because of the distance…

“THANK YOU, FRIEND! AND REMEMBER, IF YOU NEED ANY HELP WITH A PUZZLE, JUST CALL ME! MAYBE IT’S BAD IF I SAY SO MYSELF, BUT I’M A PUZZLE EXPERT, YOU SEE?” He responded with an even more enthused voice. Athela could hear someone saying something that sounded like “dork”, but she wasn’t sure.

“Oh! Well, actually… I’m in Snowdin? The forest…” She saw the chance. She asked. “It’s cold, and… are there any puzzles in here?” Truly, she was concerned about her well-being. Asking her friend about puzzles didn’t seem like a bad idea, so she just did it.

“WAIT, ARE YOU IN SNOWDIN?? WOWIE!!” Athela was taken aback slightly by the sudden yelling. Well, not like the guy’s voice was low in the first place, but… he raised his tone a bit. He looked happy. “THAT’S GREAT!! MAYBE WE CAN MEET AND… I CAN SHOW YOU AROUND!” So enthusiastic. He sounded as happy as a child who had just been given a huge candy bar. It was contagious! Athela couldn’t help but smile and do a little excited hopping.

“That would be great!” She replied, as keen as him. Maybe even more, since the chance to meet someone that would really help her for a chance was… certainly great. “I’d love to!”

“PERFECT! SADLY, I’M NOT IN TOWN AT THE MOMENT…” he then whispered to the phone, secretively. “I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT MISSION, YOU SEE. SO MAYBE WE CAN MEET LATER.”

“Oh! I understand,” she whispered back. So he was on a mission. That was… really cool. Somehow it sounded like a movie. Athela didn’t want to bother him in the slightest.

“BUT LEAVING THAT ASIDE, I SHOULD ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!” And so, he went back to the original topic. ”YOU SEE, SNOWDIN HAS MANY PUZZLES!! GREAT PUZZLES CRAFTED BY ME!!” He seemed proud to announce that, somehow. Maybe if he had created the puzzles, they would not be so bad? Athela held onto that hope. “OH, NOTHING REALLY DANGEROUS, OF COURSE. SOME SLIDING PUZZLES, SOME SPIKES… NOTHING TO REALLY WORRY ABOUT!”

“W-wait, spikes?” Oops. Somehow that didn’t sound really pleasing…

“Hey, leave the phone already! We were having a meeting here, punk!” The woman that was with the phone guy seemed pissed. Indeed, they had been talking for a while now, but… but the spikes?? What was that about? Athela wanted to know!!

“RIGHT. SORRY, I’LL CALL YOU LATER, IS THAT OKAY?”

 Oh no.

 “B-but…” Athela felt nervous. Guess she would have to see it for herself? She wasn’t confident, but… she didn’t want to be a bother anymore. So she just nodded, slowly. “Er… fine. Okay. We can talk later.”

“EXCELLENT!! IT WAS GREAT, TALKING TO YOU AGAIN!! ALMOST AS GREAT AS I, THE GR-“

“Ngaaah!! Quit it already!!” Following the annoyed yelling, a wimpy scream resonated through the phone. Athela did not know what to think about it…

“PLEASE DON’T NOOGIE THE SKELETON!!” Pained screams, a wicked, playful-sounding laugh and then… the beeping of the phone that announced the call had ended.

 Athela stood on her same spot, speechless. What just happened…?

 Wait.

 Did he say “don’t noogie the skeleton?”

 That meant… maybe he was a skeleton too?? Athela’s eye sparkled with excitement with the sole thought of it. Finding monsters was cool, but… another skeleton!! How lucky she was! Just because of a small phone fiddling, she ended calling another of her kind?

…

Well, that was just a theory. An Athela theory.

But nonetheless, it seemed like it was true!! She would just have to wait and see for herself!

 Feeling happy, the young monster put her phone back in her pocket and started walking again, heading east. Or… north. She didn’t even know anymore. Forward. Always forward.

 “Wait wait wait wait!!” She stopped herself in the middle of her pacing and started walking backwards… right to the save point again. She giggled nervously. “Better save this just in case…”

 Of course, she didn’t want that conversation to be erased. So she saved. Plus, she didn’t trust the world anymore. Another reason to save.

 It was a real mystery, how she managed to stay alive back in the surface.

 …

 Mother really knows best, huh?

 Athela smiled slightly after feeling the usual sting on her skull. It was done. Now life could not take that conversation from her again. Also, the memory of her mother helped the skeleton in her intents to stay determined. Everything would be fine. She would keep going.

And so she did.

 Walking again through that forest, surrounded by silent. Only accompanied by the muffled sound of her shoes crushing the snow. There wasn’t even an echo now. It was… slightly unsettling. She had had enough noise just some time ago, first with Snowdrake and then with… the guy on the phone.

She never got to ask his name…

Well, she would! Soon!

 Despite all the quietness and the creepiness that the dark, deserted forest transmitted, Athela smiled anyway. She had friends, and a purpose. She would keep going… despite having one eye covered with flowers.

And maybe that wasn’t even that bad! Perhaps she would eventually find a solution to that, too! Maybe, if she left the mountain, the flowers would go away. Or maybe not, but the possibility was there, so she decided to think like it was true. Staying positive, Athela.

 Feeling good, she started taking longer steps. There was something in the distance that she wanted to check. Looked like a big cardboard box. Intrigued, she got closer to it and checked it. There was some narration on it…

“You observe the well-crafted sentry station,” Athela started reading aloud the text written on the box. “Who could have built this, you ponder…I bet it was that very famous Royal Guardsman!”

 That sounded cool. Not like the thing was really well-crafted, but she would definitely give three golden stars for the effort. After all, she wouldn’t even be able to make something like that on her own, so...

Oh wait, there was a note… she also read it out loud.

 “Note: Not yet a very famous Royal Guardsman… hehe,” Athela chuckled at that last line. It was almost… no, it was definitely cute. She could feel the effort of whoever did that. Their resolve to be a Royal Guardsman. Surely they would achieve their goals, one day.

 Still in a good mood –because, let’s be honest, she had been experiencing only good things in the last… fifteen minutes? –Athela left the well-crafted sentry station and… soon enough, she found another sentry station. Or at least, what looked like one. There were lots of stands on that place, huh. She had seen three so far.

Were they all from… Royal Guardsmen? As that previous note said. Maybe that person was trying to imitate the other stations. If anything, that made the whole thing cuter than it already was.

 The young skeleton hugged herself as she walked to the sign that was next to the post. It was cold… too cold for her liking. But fighting the cold was useless, too. She wished she had some better clothes. Not just her pajamas, but something warmer. She should’ve gotten at least her jacket when she got out… but how could she have predicted this? Not like she had ever felt cold before. The whole situation she was in was the most unpredictable thing ever.

At least she could do something about her flowers. She made her eyes glow for some more, and the heat emanating from her magic soothed the golden buds for a while. Just for a while, tho. She could not keep her magic active all the time, so surely they would be cold again soon.

 Sighing, and patting her flowers, she got close to the sentry station. There was a sign next to it, so she naturally started reading it. What she read left her really… confused, to say the least.

  “Absolutely NO MOVING!!!”

 Huh. No moving.

 Wait, why? No moving? Why no moving?

 Athela froze immediately, of course. It sounded like an order, and… evidently, she followed it. Not really knowing why, but she did it nonetheless.

Was there any purpose for this? Maybe not.

 …

 Hold on a second. If there was no purpose, why should she stay still in such a cold place? Why should she obey a random sign anyway??

Sigh.

She really played along for a second there, huh? But she could not manage to do so; she better just keep going. The station was empty, so no one was watching her disobey… right?

 …

 Oh. Oh no. Oops. It wasn’t empty at all…

 “Did something move? Was it my imagination?” Astonished, the skeleton saw how a funny-looking dog, wearing an adorable tank top with a smiling dog, slowly crept out of the post’s counter. Looking everywhere, as if looking for something.  He was… cute, but…

“…” Bummer. Caught red-handed. The shame!! Not daring to say anything, Athela stood perfectly still, hoping the dog hadn’t really noticed her moving. It was a dumb hope, but… she hoped anyway. If she thought about it twice, the order was odd enough to just right out question it, but… She still felt somewhat bad enough for disobeying.

 Anyway. She expected the dog to call her out and say something. But… he was looking everywhere except at the place she was at. Was he not seeing her? Or was he ignoring her on purpose? No, that didn’t make any sense… maybe…

“I can only see moving things,” the dog-monster suddenly added.

 Oh well. That explained a lot of things. She was about to feel bad for him for being blind. Now she would just feel half-bad… because he was half-blind.

No, scratch that. She was feeling bad anyway. They had something in common, somehow, then. Yay for half-blind partners.

 “If something WAS moving… for example, a human…” The monster’s voice started turning more and more heavy each second, as if he was muttering a deadly threat. Athela shivered slightly. But… a human? That sure was random. She was thinking that, when the monster’s next statement paralyzed her. “I’ll make sure it NEVER moves again!”

 OKAY.

So IT WAS a deadly threat!!

 Just what was the deal with underground people??

She saw how the dog took out two dangerous-looking daggers, and she felt her SOUL sinking in fear. Literally. Her SOUL was again in front of her, fluttering, as purple as ever. In her distress, she took a single second to stare at it. Shiny… it was beautiful.

But there was no time to be mesmerized by sparkly upside-down hearts. Athela was more worried about the scary monster that said she would never move again. She needed to stay alive. The skeleton stood completely still and silent as thoughts crossed her mind at the speed of sound.

She needed to come up with a strategy. Apparently, he wasn’t even seeing her… maybe…

 “Don’t move an inch!!” Doggo yelled, and his knife shone as it turned cerulean. Was that some kind of magic…? Athela didn’t know. She just knew the knife was going right at her. She… should she stay still? No way, she was too scared!! The knife was going to hit her if she didn’t move!! It was coming right at her, she needed to avoid it!!!

 However… as she tried to dodge the knife… she felt her SOUL slicing in two. The pain was so great, she wasn’t even able to yell… she just stared at the air, in shock. And as she turned to dust… she heard the dog’s confused screams. She could feel how the flowers fell from her eye sockets, slowly, to turn the snow golden.

She could fully see everything one last time… before everything turned black again.

      Athela - LV 1 Snowdin – Box Road Nº Resets: 31