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thereisnochillinsideme · 4 years ago

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Chasing Rainbows (Yuri Plisetsky x Reader)

Hi, so I made my first post recently and all of you have already been so so supportive and I thank you so much. This will be my first fic. It’s between Yuri Plisetsky and a female reader who is a pianist and part of the deaf community. i thought it was a very interesting idea when I thought of it and I wanted to share it. i asked a friend of mine who is a member of said community to help me with accuracy because I myself am not part of it. i just wanted to try out writing it. I don’t think I’ve put in anything offensive, but in the beginning, when Lilia asks the reader to play piano for Yuri, Yuri asks how she is supposed to know what she is doing. I don’t think it’s very offensive, but if the community finds it offensive, please let me know and I will take down this post immediately. There are also parts in which I want to imply that the dialogue is in sign language, because I don’t want to write out the character signing each letter. Anything in italics is dialogue in sign language, anything with the regular quotation marks are spoken dialogue, and any thoughts from the characters have just one apostrophe at beginning and end instead of quotations. I figured since Russia is where Yuri and reader are, specifically St. Petersburg, I’ve made her use Russian Sign Language and typed out according to that, though I don’t know if I made any mistakes. Please alert me if I have so I can change it. I also didn’t want to assume anything about physical appearance, so I’ve left hair length, hair color, eye color, and skin tone open to interpretation. I don’t own Yuri, but I own the story and Y/n’s personality. That said, please read and enjoy and give me any feedback! Also, my asks are open and I don’t have too many ideas right now, so please request something! Enjoy!

Yuri Plisetsky wasn’t a very big fan of people.

There wasn’t really much wrong with them, it’s just that they were distracting and he was ultra-focused on reaching his goals.

There were a couple of them that he could stand, like his grandfather and his coaches to a certain degree. But in the grand scheme of things, Yuri Plisetsky decided to mostly stay away from people.

This is why he was so annoyed with his ballet coaches new announcement.

“A live pianist? What for?” Lilia rubbed her temples in exasperation. “You have trouble expressing certain emotions during your performances. Some come naturally, but others don’t. The music is what determines the emotion you’re trying to express, so what better way to help with that then to see the person making that music.”

Yuri groaned. “They’ll just slow me down and make mistakes! The recorded playing is enough for me! I don’t need a person!” Lilia looked at him with an annoyed expression.

“Do you remember what you said to me the first time we met? ‘If selling my soul is what it takes to win, I’ll give you this body, no holds barred.’ Are you going back on your word? If you’ll really do whatever it takes to win, this should be no problem.”

Yuri looked down and nodded his head. I guess I can find some way to deal with this.

Lilia smiled. “Good, you’ll meet her tomorrow.”

Yuri internally groaned again. Her? It was a girl? Great. She’ll probably fangirl over me so much I won’t get time to practice.

The next morning, Lilia informed him that the pianist would be joining them in the studio shortly, as she would be a bit late. Yuri was hoping she wouldn’t come at all.

But alas, his prayers were unheard when there was a knock at the studio door. Lilia immediately opened it to reveal a girl with h/l, h/c hair, e/c eyes, and a very cold and stoic expression, a red lollipop sticking out of the right side of her mouth. He noticed that strangely, she had gloves on.

The brown leather outlined the shape of her fingers so he had a slight idea of what her hand was like, but he wondered what she was hiding under the soft leather.

After she opened the door, Lilia began doing some strange hand signs that Yuri didn’t recognize. She moved her hands around rapidly, pointing at Yuri a couple times so the girl turned her attention towards him. She peeked out from behind Lilia and raised a gloved hand in greeting, the stoic expression never leaving. He nodded an acknowledgement, wondering if she knew who he was.

When Lilia finished her hand signs, the girl replied with some of her own. She then walked to the sleek black piano in the corner of the room and began running her gloved fingers over the keys. Yuri decided to try and talk to her, see if she was a fangirl.

“Hey,” He called out in her direction. it seemed like she wasn’t listening. All her attention was on the keyboard, running the smooth leather over the ivory keys.

“Hey!” He tried again.

Lilia walked over to him and began watching you as well. “She can’t hear you.”

Yuri was confused.

“What is she, deaf?”

“Yes,” Lilia replied

Yuri was very confused. How were you supposed to play the piano if you couldn’t hear? He couldn’t risk anything right now, he needed to win the Grand Prix!

“How the hell is she supposed to play the piano if she can’t hear?! She’s going to slow me down!! She doesn’t even talk, she just does her weird little hand signs!! i need someone who knows what they’re doing!!”

At this point, the girl had stopped looking at the keys and turned her attention towards Yuri yelling at Lilia. She looked to Lilia, silently questioning with her hands what Yuri had said. Lilia launched into rapid sign language, explaining everything Yuri had said. Yuri watched her expression, expecting her to cry or something. What he wasn’t ready for was her reaction.

As Lilia finished explaining, Yuri waited for the tears to start dripping down her face. Instead though, he heard a clear scoff come from her throat. He looked at her in surprise, hearing a crack as she bit down sharply on her red lollipop. She made your way over to him and grabbed him by the shirt collar with one gloved hand, bringing her face centimeters away from his. “H-hey! Put me down!”He could smell her cherry lollipop on her breath as she opened her mouth. He froze once he heard words streaming out.

“For the record, I can speak, pretty boy. I just don’t prefer to. I can communicate much more effectively through BSL. Yeah, I’m deaf, you got a problem with that? I may not be able to hear, but I can confidently tell you that I am the best pianist you can get around here. You want someone who can hear, don’t you? Someone who ‘knows what they’re doing’.” She said the words in a mocking tone. “No one but me decides whether I play for you or not. And you’ve just showed me that you’re not worth my time. Go settle for some second-rate pianist and have fun prancing around. I have stuff to do.” She dropped him down like a sack of potatoes, signed a quick goodbye to Lilia, and walked to the door.

Before she left, she stopped for a minute and looked back, quickly taking the lollipop out of her mouth. “Stop hiding behind your red.” She said, popping it back in. She walked out without a second glance

Lilia looked at the boy, still frozen, lying on the ground, barely hearing what the girl had said. Lilia pinched the bridge of her nose. “You just lost a very good pianist. I can try to find someone else, but they won’t be as good as her. I hope you realize what you just did. Now get back to practice, we’ll use recordings for today.”

After practice, Yuri began to think of the girl. If she couldn’t hear her own playing, how on earth would she know if she was playing well or not? It was impossible!

As he lay on his bed, he began to think more about the encounter he had with her, the bright red cherry lollipop peeking out of pearly white teeth, the light scent of leather wafting into his nose from the glove holding firmly on his shirt collar, what might have happened had she brought her face… just… a bit… closer…

His face immediately turned red as he covered his face in exasperation. What on earth was he thinking?! Why would he want to do… that… with her of all people?! He had only seen her today and she threatened him and left the studio!

Stop it Yuri. You shouldn’t be thinking such stupid things. You have a Grand Prix to win. You have to beat the piggy.

Lilia knocked on his door. “Come down for dinner. Are you sick? You’re as red as borscht!”

“I’m fine! Be down soon.” Lilia left as Yuri splashed cold water on his face, trying to rid himself of thoughts of you.

The next morning, Lilia brought in a new girl named Katerina. She was a bit of a fangirl, but Yuri figured he could deal with that.

At least she could hear her own playing.

During their practice, Katerina messed up the combinations at least 3 times each, Lilia making them start over every time this happened. By the end, Yuri’s legs felt like jelly and he had yelled at Katerina 7 times. The minute Lilia said she could leave, she ran out the door, hastily grabbing her things. At least now she knew why they called him the Russian Punk.

Yuri looked at Lilia staring critically on him as he lay on the floor, desperately trying to catch his breath.

“Couldn’t you *pant* find *pant* anyone *pant* better?’

“You had that chance before, you just threw it away.”

Yuri groaned, she was still going on about that.

“Just how good can a deaf person be at piano anyways?”

Lilia sighed. “You want to see?”

She pointed at the studio window that overlooked the street. Over on the other side was the girl walking with her lollipop and gloves. Even from here, her usual stoic expression was still visible. It never left her face.

“Follow her. Don’t let her see you. If you don’t take my word on her playing, you’ll have to see it yourself.”

Yuri sighed, but not questioning his instructor, he put on his jacket and walked out into the cold night, following the girl and her red lollipop. He hid in the dark corners they passed so that she couldn’t see him and pulled his jacket over his head, covering his tiger shirt. He shadowed her until they got to a small café, lit up by the string lights outside. He wondered why Lilia would make him follow her to a café, but not one to question his instructor, he crept inside, making sure she couldn’t see him.

The entire café greeted her with a yell. “Y/n!” they said. Y/n. So that’s her name. I never even got to learn it. He thought. He then wondered why he was thinking that because he would never have to use her name. Though she couldn’t hear, Y/n seemed to know they were greeting her and raised a gloved hand to return the gesture, her stoic expression still there during her greeting. He went and sat in a far corner of a café watching the girl with bored eyes. She walked up to the counter and gave some signs to the cashier, who returned them with some of her own and a bag with a single cheese danish inside. Yuri wondered why his instructor had sent him to follow this girl and watch her buy a danish. Nevertheless, he continued watching her.

He had nothing to do, after all.

As she was about to sign a goodbye to the cashier, he saw a small kid, around 6 years old, tug at the leg of her pants. She bent down to his height and tilted her head, silently asking him what he wanted. Yuri watched as he brought his hands up in front of him, making shaky hand gestures while still speaking to her out loud. “Miss Y/n… would you… play for us a little bit?” Yuri watched her. He saw something strange. Y/n’s stoic expression was slowly contorting. Her lips turning upwards and her eyes growing softer. She nodded a yes with a smile on her face. She ruffled the boy’s hair and held his hand as she walked to the piano at the back of the café. She sat on the bench and the boy sat beside her. She looked at him anticipation, waiting for him to pick something for her to play. He pulled some sheet music out of the bag laying next to the piano and handed it to her. She only looked at the first page for a split second, reading the title before nodding and handing it back. Finally, finger by finger, she pulled off the leather gloves. Yuri could see nothing at all different about her hands. They were just like anyone else’s hands, covered in s/c skin, with the lithe fingers of a musician. Yuri and the boy sitting next to Y/n watched her hands as she lifted them and placed them lightly on the keys. She lifted them again, preparing to start the song.

The minute her fingers pressed down on the keys, Yuri could no longer hear the notes. He only heard a sound. It was a beautiful sound, but he couldn’t really identify it. He didn’t hear the combinations of the notes she pressed, he heard music. It was less of what he was hearing and more of what he was feeling. It was just something in the way that she played the notes. Maybe it was how hard she pressed the keys, or when she pushed the pedal. No, it’s not any of that. He thought. It was the feeling she put into the music. The music brought him back to a memory. He was laughing, eating pirozhkis with his grandpa. He didn’t know what they were laughing about and he didn’t care. He was just happy to be there, with the person he loves. But how could she, someone who doesn’t even know him, be able to bring him back to such a precious, private memory with her playing? He then began to realize that it wasn’t the memory that she was conveying.

It was the feelings tethered to that memory.

There was love, and there was a second feeling. He would try to put it into words if he could, but it only felt like one thing.

Home.

He fell deeper into the haze of memories she threw him in, thinking about all the things he did with his grandpa back home. The playing made him feel like he was actually there, with his grandpa next to him, sitting with him after a practice ran late, eating pirozhki, laughing over something stupid.

He looked around at the people around him, all smiling fondly and he realized that the feeling she conveyed wasn’t just for him. It reached everyone. For him, that memory was of him and his grandfather. For the two men at the other table it was something else. It was a different memory for the 5 kids and 3 women as well.

It amazed Yuri, how she was able to make a simple combination of notes on an instrument convey such an intense feeling and hold such a personal meaning for every person in the room. He now realized why Lilia wanted her to help with the emotions.

Y/n gave a hug to the little boy and walked out with her cheese danish. After regaining his composure, Yuri left as well and went back to Lilia’s house. Lilia met him at the door, not asking any questions. But, as he walked by her, she quickly pulled his hood down, allowing her to see his face. “Your red, it’s fading. You did hear her play.” Yuri was confused by the words, but shrugged them off because he was tired. He walked up the stairs to his room, letting the love that still enveloped him deteriorate with each step.

The next day, after another mistake-filled practice with Katerina, Yuri crept behind Y/n again to hear her play at the café again. He did the same the day after that, and the day after that. The routine was like clockwork. Practice finished, and he followed the girl with her red lollipop and gloves. Every night it was a different piece that resurfaced a different memory. Songs with love, tranquility, joy and others. He would always keep his face straight, but let the emotion wash over him. Tonight, it was one filled with intense anger. With a different piece came a different memory. He began to remember when he had lost Victor to the piggy back in Hasetsu, even though he thought he had finally found his Agape. Agape wasn’t easy for him and finding it was one of the hardest things he had to do. The piggy didn’t even know how to perform Eros and he won with it by thinking of a pork cutlet bowl. They were good, but they shouldn’t have been good enough to make him win! It wasn’t fair. Victor always broke his promises. He remembered how he walked out of the competition early because it was painfully obvious that the piggy won.

He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles grew paler than they already were, which seemed impossible. He thought of how close Victor was with the piggy, how the piggy would be the one doing the routines Victor created, how he was not even sure that he could beat the piggy now that he had Victor. He didn’t even notice when you ended the piece, still stuck in a haze of red. He didn’t notice when the man at the table near him started crying, muttering something about his former wife. All he noticed was his own anger, all he could see was red.

Until he noticed,

He wasn’t supposed to be seeing red.

He was supposed to see the dark yellow hiding behind it.

She wasn’t conveying anger.

She was conveying betrayal.

The music was rapid and fast-paced, but it had an undertone of sorrow and longing.

Yuri wasn’t mad at Victor.

He was sad.

Sad that his trust was broken.

Sad that he couldn’t rely on him.

Y/n began playing something else.

Through the sorrow, Yuri began to listen.

At this point, he didn’t know what to feel.

The piece permeated his being, he could feel it through every part of his body.

It was the most beautiful piece he had ever heard in his entire life.

Yuri didn’t know what chords were in the piece, or how fast it was, or even if it was being played wrong.

All he heard was music.

Music in its purest form.

He had no idea what it was supposed to make him feel.

Yuri realized, it wasn’t supposed to make him feel anything at all.

The music was just music.

Music is just a combination of notes put in a certain order.

The emotions didn’t come from there.

They came from the person making the music.

He finally understood why he had trouble expressing certain emotions in competition.

It was like the colors.

He had all of them, an entire palette like everyone else. He was afraid that they weren’t pretty enough for other people to see, so he covered all of them with a thick curtain of red.

But here was Y/n.

She was here, showing off her rainbow to everyone else, letting them know that they had the rainbow inside.

Letting him know that she could see past his red.

Some people don’t like certain colors.

There are those who dislike red, some who hate blue, a couple who can’t stand the sight of purple.

But there are those who love those same colors.

Which side are you supposed to cater to?

You can’t please everybody.

You don’t need to please anyone at all.

You possess all the colors and you can use all of them as you wish, you can create.

We are rainbows.

We are humans.

The realization overtook his body. His eyes started to water. The tears started coming out and he didn’t even try to stop them. This was how he felt and he needed to accept it. The red curtain was blown away as he saw the rainbow inside of him. His sadness, joy, love, everything.

He was no longer a red cloud.

He was a rainbow.

She opened him.

The feelings swallowed him as she ended the piece, walking to the counter to get her danish.

But before she left, she walked straight to the table he was sitting at, tapping him on the forehead. “Oi, pretty boy, get up. Lilia’s probably worried. “

Yuri was surprised. How did she know it was him?! As if she was reading his mind, she replied. “You aren’t very good at creeping around and the hood does little to hide your face. Walk with me.” Dumbfounded and still dazed, Yuri got up and obeyed Y/n, walking next to her. She took out her lollipop, which was now nothing more than a stick, and threw it out. She picked the danish out of the bag and bit into it as they walked out of the café. They walked a bit in silence before they came across a ledge overlooking the nearby canal. Y/n sat down and patted the spot next to her, gesturing for Yuri to do the same. He obediently sat and watched the water move. She took another bite out of the danish before offering it to him. He took a small bite and leaned back, continuing to watch the water.

Soon, she began to speak.

“I noticed you the first time you followed me. i didn’t say anything because I knew it was Lilia’s doing.”

She turned her head, making direct eye contact with him for the first time since the day in the studio. Her eyes reflected the yellow from the dim streetlamps that surrounded the canal.

“Give me your hand.” She said simply.

Yuri agreed though he was still confused. She began tracing the lines on his palm before stopping at a specific one.

“You see that?” She asked. He nodded. “This is where your nails have left imprints on your palms, meaning you clench your fists a lot. It shows me how angry you get.”

She then tapped a covered finger between his eyebrows. “There’s a crease here, meaning you frown a lot.” She brought that finger down to the side of his lips. “You also have this small wrinkle here, showing that your lips are usually angled downward, adding to the frowning.” Her gloved fingers stayed there, brushing over the dent in his skin. He began to turn red when he realized the position they were in. She seemed to notice too, quickly retracting her hand, trying to hide the extremely faint blush on her face.

“W-what I mean is, if anyone looks at you for a couple seconds, they can see the small signs that tell how much you get angry."

“Your anger is a force to be reckoned with, that’s clear to see. But you give it too much power so that it shrouds your other emotions. Many people are like that. We all have one emotion that usually overpowers our others. The trick is learning how to control it as much as your others. The emotions you are composed of are what make you human. Your humanity is not something you invalidate.”

She stood up. “Lilia will get worried soon, you should get back.”

As he stood up as well, she stopped him and brushed the hair away from his eyes. She stared into them, and surprisingly, let out a soft giggle. He gave her a questioning look. “Your red.” She said. “It’s cleared.” She tucked the hair behind his ear and walked off in the opposite direction, leaving Yuri to think about her for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Yuri went to the studio, expecting another day filled with Katerina and mistakes. What he didn’t expect to see was Y/n with her gloves off playing warm-up scales on the piano. He looked at her in awe as Lilia made her way over to whisper in his ear. “We somehow got her back, don’t botch this up again.”

Practice went perfectly that day. Y/n never made a mistake with what she was asked to play, and Yuri began to let his emotions take the lead in the dance. He was slow to accept them at first, but gradually let them in. Once practice ended, Yuri walked up to Y/n and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked at him, wondering what he wanted.

He brought his hand up, closing it into a fist. He then brought his fist to his chest and moved it in a circular motion. Y/n’s eyes widened.

He was saying sorry.

Yuri then brought his open hand to his chin and then moved it forward, clearly mouthing two words so that she could read his lips.

Thank you.

Y/n remained in shock for a minute and Yuri feared he had done something wrong. ‘Damn YouTube video!! They probably gave me the wrong gestures! What if I said something offensive?!’

The thoughts stopped streaming in when he heard Y/n speak again. “No problem pretty boy. Just refrain from saying anything stupid. Now I have a danish waiting for me. Want to come?”

Yuri nodded, following Y/n out of the studio.

He stopped her once again outside the café, a strange look on his face. “Got something to say?” She asked. He nodded. “If you enunciate well enough, I can lip-read.”

He opened his mouth. “That day, what I said to you about you not ‘knowing what you were doing’, I’m sorry. I’ve been under so much pressure for my senior debut and I was scared that you might slow me down. You are an amazing pianist and I shouldn’t have judged you like that. I know i insulted the entire deaf or hard-of-hearing community and I sincerely apologize.”

Y/n nodded. “Just because I’m deaf doesn’t mean I can’t do stuff like any other normal person. Don’t worry, I accept your apology. Just don’t say anything like that again, pretty boy.”

Yuri nodded in understanding and continued into the café for Y/n’s daily performance.

After that day, the boy’s routine changed a bit. He would wake up and go to practice, but afterwards, instead of hiding in alleyways trying not to be seen, Yuri would walk side by side with Y/n, talking and laughing on the way. He would enunciate his words more clearly so she could lip-read and understand him. He also started taking some online sign-language courses so that he could communicate with her more effectively. Their conversations were mixes of a few words and signs, but in the end, both understood each other perfectly. Y/n started to carry around two cherry lollipops, one for Yuri. Yuri would carry around an extra jacket for Y/n, who frequently forgot to wear one. “Seriously dumbass! Who remembers to wear gloves but not a jacket?!” “Me.” “You’re an idiot.”

Every night, Yuri would sit in on Y/n’s performances and they would share the danish on the way home. They would sign a goodnight at the canal and repeat it all over the next day.

Their conversations were of anything they could find to talk about, resulting in both knowing extremely random things about each other. ‘Y/n only wears the gloves because she’s really prone to dry skin. Yuri has three cat-ear headbands. Y/n doesn’t even know that she looks mean. Her stoic face is just her resting face. Yuri believes conspiracy theories. Y/n has a least favorite multiple of three, it’s 27. Yuri has a pair of fluorescent orange socks with cats all over them. Y/n’s feet are cold 24/7 because she doesn’t like wearing socks. She thinks they feel weird.’

Eventually, one day, Yuri decided to go to the rink and skate as a change of pace. He also decided to bring Y/n with him.

Can you skate? He signed as he watched her lace up her skates. “I can move around without falling, if that’s what you mean.” She steadily replied out loud.

Y/n stood at the side of the rink as she watched Yuri perform the Agape that failed him back at Hasetsu. His movements were perfect, but the emotion was not. The movements, aside from being perfect, were so sharp and harsh that Y/n physically winced. Yuri had vented to her many times about the incident at Hasetsu involving Victor and the other Yuuri, so she had a basic idea of the situation. As he finished, she gestured for him to come over. This is the routine from back at Hasetsu, correct? She signed. He nodded. Your agape isn’t there. You’re letting the anger from the incident cloud the entire routine so it becomes angry. Don’t think about Victor during the routine. Think of your agape. Yuri nodded and tried the routine again. This time, his movements were still perfect, but more fluid and beautiful. Y/n smiled. Now this is agape.

As they made their way back, through broken signs and a couple words, Yuri explained his desire to beat the other Yuuri at his next competition. Y/n giggled. She thought it was cute, the way that Yuri referred to people by little sign language nicknames he made for them instead of spelling out their names. He referred to Victor as just V in sign language, not wanting to spell out his name. He referred to the other Yuri by putting an open palm under his chin and curling and uncurling his knuckles, the sign for pig. He referred to Yakov as old man, and Lilia as scary ballerina. She wondered how he would refer to her. One day, when she got curious enough, she asked him. She expected him to do something silly, but instead, he hooked his index fingers together and shook his fists twice.

Best friend

Y/n felt a rush of happiness. This was the first time anyone had called her their friend, much less their best friend. She immediately hugged Yuri and felt him stiffen under her. He was frozen for a few seconds, but eventually, he wrapped his arms around her, muttering “Don’t go all soft on me now.” even though he knew she couldn’t hear him. She could see the blush on his face when she pulled away, but she decided not to mention it in hopes of hugging him more often. She blushed at the thought she just had. Why did she want to continue hugging Yuri?

Y/n brushed off the thought and continued walking with Yuri as he changed the subject by asking her a different question.

Slowly, Y/n began to get more comfortable with Yuri, the same with Yuri. One day, he finally plucked up the courage to ask her something he had been wondering for a very long time.

If you don’t mind me asking, how can you speak so well?

Y/n smiled sadly at the question as she signed back.

I was born with hearing, but it slowly deteriorated due to a medical condition. When I was 9, it went away entirely. I could already speak quite well and I just learned sign language.

Y/n gave Yuri a moment to register what she said because he was still a beginner when it came to sign language. She then continued when he nodded.

I always loved to play piano. I stopped for some time after I lost my hearing because I was afraid of making mistakes. Eventually, I realized that hearing wasn’t what was stopping me from making music. It was me who was stopping myself. Mind over matter. Once I broke down my personal barriers, I could play again. I’ve applied to a couple conservatories recently to see if I could play professionally.

Yuri stopped walking and held Y/n’s hand as he stared into her eyes. Something wrong? She asked. He put a hand on her cheek as he continued staring into her eyes. It’s blue, isn’t it? He signed. Your dominant color. Sorrow. Y/n nodded.

I know i said all that stuff about mind over matter, but almost everyday, I wish I could hear at least one note that I play. I would give anything at all to hear the music.

Yuri moved forward and wrapped his arms around Y/n as a few tears dripped from her eyes. It was still, quiet, except for Y/n’s barely audible sobs echoing in the empty street. Suddenly, Yuri felt something drop on his head. He looked up to see a drizzle starting, eventually becoming full-on rain. Y/n slowly pulled away as she felt it too. As she looked at the rain coming from above, she began to smile. She grabbed Yuri’s hands.

Dance with me, she signed.

Yuri laughed. There’s no music.

So? Who needs it. I certainly don’t.

Yuri scoffed at the girl’s silly behavior before putting his hands on her waist while she did the same on his shoulders. They swayed slightly, Y/n moving forward to rest her head on Yuri’s chest, his chin on top of her head. Both were blushing, neither could see. They just lived in the moment, each relishing the feeling of the other in their arms.

After some time, Y/n pulled away. I don’t want you to catch a cold. We should get home.

Yuri grabbed onto her wrist. Wait.

I wanted to tell you something.

Then say it. She was always so blunt.

I would’ve, but I believe actions speak much louder than words you can’t hear.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. What did he mean?

Yuri tilted the girl’s chin up, moving forward until his lips met her own.

If someone told Y/n the day she met Yuri Plisetsky, that one day she’d be kissing him in the rain, his arms holding her as if she’d disappear once he let go, she would’ve drop-kicked them to Japan.

But right now, she wasn’t thinking of the ironicity of the situation, or even what would happen after the kiss. She was thinking of what she could do to make sure Yuri Plisetsky didn’t stop kissing her. As they continued, Yuri reached for her hand, only to pull off her glove and stick it in his pocket. He did the same to her other hand as she took her bare hand and tangled it in the soft blond mass of hair, lifting it away so she could see Yuri’s perfect green eyes. But she wasn’t going to see them. She was too afraid to open her eyes, fearing that once she did, she would discover that all of this wasn’t real and she was still alone.

But as she felt Yuri’s lips on her own, his hands on her waist, she had a sudden rush of courage. She slowly opened her eyes, only to be met by Yuri’s own green ones, there, clear as day. Tears started streaming down her face, mixing with the rain. Yuri immediately noticed and pulled away. What’s wrong?

Nothing. I’m just so happy. I thought I would open my eyes and you wouldn’t be there, or you’d disappear-

Yuri pulled her into him and held her tight. He kissed the top of her head as she buried her face into his chest. He held her there tightly so she wouldn’t see the tears on his own face as he, knowing she couldn’t hear him, bent next to her ear and whispered “I’m right here.”

He shivered and pulled away, signing at her. We’re going to catch a cold dumbass! Why do you like rain so much anyway?

Y/n looked up at him, a smile on her face, holding up shaky hands.

After the rain, comes the rainbow.

After that day, Yuri’s routine was altered a bit more. It was still mostly the same, he would have practice in the mornings, walk to Y/n’s performances, but it was different in the little ways, which he liked.

He liked how he now held Y/n’s gloveless hand on the way to the café as they continued to talk and laugh over whatever they could find. He liked how he walked her out of the café with an arm around her waist. He liked how they spent a few extra minutes at the canal, watching the water and stealing kisses before leaving.

He never wanted it to end.

But it did.

Yuri finally got his assignments.

On the same day, Y/n got an offer from a piano conservatory in England.

Both were panicking.

Neither knew about the other.

They were too afraid to leave each other behind.

The walk to the café that day was quiet, both were thinking of how to tell the other.

They tried to put it off as long as possible.

After Y/n played at the café, they ended up blurting it out at the same time.

Neither knew what to say.

Y/n made the first move. She walked forward and wrapped Yuri in a hug as he hugged back. She pulled away.

I’m so proud of you! She signed.

And I’m proud of you! He replied.

You’ve made such amazing progress with your agape and I know how amazing you are. You’re going to win gold! I know it!

Yuri smiled. And I know how amazing you’ll do at the Conservatory!

Yuri’s smiled started to fade. I don’t want to lose you. I want to pursue my dreams and I want you to chase your’s, but I can’t wake up every morning pining for you.

Y/n understood. The feelings were strong, but it couldn’t be like this. Both of them had their own dreams and would do anything to achieve them.

I understand Yuri. Which is why i think we should give this relationship some time. You are the right person, but it’s too early. We can both achieve our dreams and pick up where we left off. We have to chase our own rainbows.

Yuri thought about that. Skating was something he loved, but he also loved Y/n. Y/n loved her piano, but she also loved him. The relationship was nice, but he wanted to win gold, and a relationship wasn’t what he needed right now. She didn’t need it either. He nodded.

It’s probably a better idea to get our careers more on track before this. But I want you to know that I do love you. I love you so much. Never forget that.

Y/n grabbed his hand and stroked it. I love you too. More than anything.

Y/n looked down at his hand and smiled as he raised an eyebrow. What are you smiling at? Y/n pointed down at his hand.

The line I showed you that day, the one left by your nails. It’s gone. You haven’t clenched your fists as much. She lifted her hand to his face. The creases are gone too. You’ve improved Yuri! She cupped his cheek. Yuri smiled.

It’s all because of you.

You showed me my rainbow.

Y/n came to see Yuri off at the airport when he left to compete. Her flight to England would leave the next day. She grabbed Yuri’s hand right before he boarded the plane.

Don’t forget to text me. You have my number. Just because we’re on a break doesn’t mean you’re not my friend anymore, pretty boy.

Yuri laughed. I thought you stopped with that nickname.

Never, pretty boy.

Okay, I promise, now my flight will leave without me.

Fine, I’ll let you go.

As she let go and he was about to leave, she grabbed him again. He turned around.

What now?

It’s just… I love you. Don’t forget that.

Yuri rolled his eyes. I love you too idiot, and I couldn’t forget you if I tried. Now I have to board my plane.

She nodded. Go Yuri. Go chase that rainbow and don’t you dare stop.

Yuri walked to the flight attendant who then scanned his boarding pass. He looked back to see Y/n waving at him. He waved back and forced himself to leave, not looking back. Y/n did the same. It hurt for both of them, but they knew it was for the best.

4 years later…

Yuri laced on his skates while he thought about the girl waiting in the audience for him. He thought about all he had to go through those past 4 years without her. There were days when he woke up feeling horrible, needing her comfort, but unable to receive it. There were even days when he hated her. Scrolling through his Instagram to see a picture of her standing a bit too close to a male friend. He even tried to move on a couple times, agreeing to small dates with the women who flirted with him at parties. But every night, he would come home dejected because those women were not her. They knew nothing except his physical appearance. They didn’t know about his fuzzy pair of orange cat socks and they didn’t tease him about the fact that he believed in conspiracy theories because he never told them any of that stuff. He couldn’t tell them any of that stuff.

They weren’t her.

They never would be.

He couldn’t ever find someone like her, she was one of a kind.

There were days when he thought he would never feel love again.

But there was something that kept him going.

Six words

I love you. Don’t forget that.

The message she sent after he saw that photo ranting about how annoying that male classmate was, the good-luck FaceTime she gave him before every serious performance, him doing the same to her. All the little things kept him afloat.

And most of all, the promise she made him.

He was talking to her late at night, trying not to get caught by Yakov. He was ranting about how the music for his performances just never felt right to him. Yuri’s eyes were beginning to droop out of exhaustion and she saw his signs getting slightly more sloppy, he was getting sleepier. He was lying down, and as she continued signing, she saw his eyes close as he fell fast asleep. She smiled at the sight of sleeping Yuri before her. She didn’t know that he was only half asleep, so he could still hear. She did something she hadn’t done since the night she showed him his rainbow.

She spoke to him.

It was only 11 words, a promise that she didn’t expect him to hear, but he did.

“Yuri Plisetsky, I promise, one day, i will play for you.”

She then ended the call to let him sleep, not realizing that he heard you.

He kept that promise in mind during every performance, giving them all his best no matter how he felt. He was going to achieve his dreams so that he could see her again.

And he made it.

He won gold at the Olympics, breaking many records in the process.

She had become a critically acclaimed pianist, performing in a world-touring orchestra and teaching children when she had time.

Their dreams were achieved.

And now, she was there in the audience, about to see him for the first time in person after 4 years.

He still loved her.

She still loved him.

And she was keeping her promise.

He skated onto the rink, ignoring the crowd cheering and looking for only one face.

There she was,

Right in the front row, closest to the rink.

She had changed.

She no longer wore the gloves, and she didn’t carry around the red lollipop.

But it was still her.

As his name was being announced, Y/n and Yuri looked at each other.

He signed one thing to her, something he wished he could say to her again every day after he left.

I love you

Y/n signed it back

I love you too. Now kick some ass out there. I didn’t record this piece for nothing

Yuri smiled, she really hadn’t changed much at all.

He listened to the announcer.

“Now, we have Olympic gold medalist,Yuri Plisetsky, skating to “Rainbow”, an original song by the London Philharmonic Orchestra, written and conducted by Y/n L/n with a piano solo from her as well.”

Yuri took a deep breath as the starting notes of the song rung in his ears.

It was amazing.

He threw himself into the performance, every movement perfect, the love perfectly clear in every breath he took. It was the best performance of his career.

Because she was there.

As the last few notes rang out while he was in his ending pose, he was only looking at her and she was only looking at him.

They were the only two people in the world.

The score didn’t matter to him now, it didn’t matter to either of them.

She got out of her seat and threw her leg over the barrier separating you from the rink. Y/n knew it was reckless to get on the rink without skates, but she didn’t care.

Yuri skated over and caught her as she jumped over the barrier into his arms.

He was still holding her, so he couldn’t sign. Y/n read his lips instead.

“You idiot.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too idiot. You really couldn’t wait, could you?”

“I’ve waited 4 years. That’s enough.”

She grabbed his face and roughly kissed him, still in his arms, as the audience cheered.

“I kept my promise, didn’t I, I’m still here.” Yuri said with a smirk.

“Yes, you did. Why did you chase after me anyways?”

Yuri grinned.

“After all the rain comes the rainbow. i never stop chasing my rainbows."

#yuri on ice #yuri on ice x reader #yuri plisetsky #yuuri katsuki #romance #fanfic #victor nikirofov #victor x yuuri #yuri on ice fluff #yuri on ice fanfiction #yuri on ice fandom #yuri on ice fanart #x reader

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honeyedlashton · 5 years ago

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“Waiting for you to take the show.”

Word count: 1814

Warnings: language. (Should I even make that a warning anymore?)

A/N: I was in the mood for some domestic Lashton, so basically get off my back. It’s so cute. I don’t really have a substantial plot. I have extreme writer’s block for some reason smfh. But the idea was cute, so I’m here. This is basically just fluff. Like the whole thing. Every single bit. So enjoy some pretty much entirely mindless fluff.

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“Ow, Ash, that hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Luke answered through gritted teeth. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Ashton continued cleaning Luke’s injured fingers with the peroxide and a cotton ball. Thank god he’d had the foresight to buy a first aid kit. He applied the Neosporin, and secured the band-aids on the cut fingers.

“There. It should be good as new by morning,” Ashton kissed each bandaged finger softly and looked up at a pouty Luke.

“Thank you, Ashy,” Luke sounded tired.

“I don’t mind, baby,” Ashton assured him and put the kit away. “How were you supposed to know the guitar string would break?”

Luke cuddled up to him when he sat back down. He was still somehow able to fit his large frame in Ashton’s arms, so Ashton held him close. He kissed Luke’s forehead and rubbed his shoulders, trying to think of something, anything he could do to take Luke’s mind off of it.

“What if we went to the beach later, hmm?” Ashton offered. “If you wanted? We always have a decent time at the beach.”

“Okay,” Luke agreed softly.

Ashton couldn’t be convinced that having Luke live with him wasn’t the perfect set up. It was like touring again, or back in the early days when they all lived together. Except this was just he and Luke. With Calum and Michael only a phone call away.

The idea was to heal each other—though at first it was just drinking and fucking to forget about what was going wrong in their lives for a little bit. But as time progressed, they started untangling their assorted issues, one by one. It was gentle, and slow, and like trying to unravel a tight knot. But they were getting somewhere with it at the very least.

But it hadn’t been enough yet. Luke was still going through it mentally, and Ashton felt somewhat helpless at times. He felt so useless when things were bad. But he stood by him unflinchingly, because he knew things were going to get better.

Ashton suspected the pain had somewhat subsided in Luke’s fingers when he heard him sigh quietly. Ashton played with Luke’s growing hair, wrapping the curls around a finger so he could see the way the ringlets looked. He loved Luke’s hair like this, and it was only getting longer, and more beautiful. He especially loved when they went to the beach and Luke’s curls got all big and wind blown. Maybe that’s why he suggested it, now that his mind had wandered.

Petunia gave a huff from where she was sleeping beside the couch. She was awake now, Ashton gathered, and Luke perked up at the sound.

“Is that my pretty girl?” Luke smiled and looked over from where he lay on Ashton’s chest, and held out his arm to her. “Come here, piggy baby.” Ashton was basically just holding Luke up now.

Petunia’s nails clicked as she trotted over at Luke’s call. “My baby,” Luke hummed and leaned over to kiss her on her nose.

“Hey, pig,” Ashton whispered softly and stroked her back and sides fondly.

“Did you have a good nap?” Luke asked, holding her whole face. “I hope so, darling.”

Petunia just looked at the windows where Luke had drawn all over them in bright red expo marker.

“Dad, I’m hungry,” Luke pulled a fake voice for her. “And I’m not gonna look at you till you offer me f-o-o-d.”

Ashton giggled.

“Laugh all you want, Petunia and I have an unspoken routine: she ignores me till she gets hungry, then she cuddles me when she’s fed. It’s a really good system.”

“You’re a lot like that too, you know,” Ashton smirked. “You only love me after you’ve raided my kitchen.”

“So what do you call this, then?” Luke smirked and gestured to how he was lying on Ashton.

“Some strange swap in the multiverse,” Ashton smirked, “unless you’re actually hungry.”

Luke considered it. “I mean, I could eat.”

“I honestly don’t know why I expected you to say that you weren’t hungry,” Ashton sighed. “Get up. I’ll make you some food, I guess. But only because you’re injured.”

Like got up and examined his fingers. “Oh, I’d almost forgotten.”

“Well don’t tell me that,” Ashton smirked. “I’m the one giving you food, remember?”

“Oh yeah, I’m so injured. I honestly don’t know how I’ll make it through the night.”

“That’s it. That’s the drama I’m looking for,” Ashton teased and went to the kitchen. “You want leftovers? Eggs? A sandwich?”

Luke and Petunia followed, and Luke perched himself on the island counter. “Surprise me.”

Ashton decided on sandwiches. Luke kissed him softly as a thank you when he handed it to him, and dug in immediately.

“Alright, Piggy,” Ashton said to a very patient, but very expectant Petunia. “You hungry, girl? You want some food?”

Petunia must have recognized the tone and the words, because she practically pranced at Ashton and huffed excitedly.

“Well, come on then. Let’s get you fed, princess,” he giggled.

And once everyone was occupied with chewing, Ashton felt at peace.

“Stop stealing my chips, you bastard,” Ashton swatted Luke’s hand away.

“Please?” Luke practically begged, “one more, I swear.”

“Yeah, I gave you one more, three chips ago. Now you’re just robbing me,” Ashton pointed out.

Luke made a pouty face in response.

“Luke, don’t do that. Don’t pull the face. There’s a whole bag over there.”

“I don’t wanna walk. I just want one last chip.”

“I have a hard time believing this is the last one.”

“Ashy... Baby,” Luke grabbed Ashton’s hand, and looked into his eyes. “Please?”

Ashton sighed and pushed the plate towards Luke—who kissed him in excitement and gratitude. “Whatever, get off me,” Ashton added melodramatically but leaned into Luke’s hug.

“Thank you, Ashy,” Luke continued, kissing his cheeks and jaw. Eventually, he settled down and ate the chips gratefully, and Ashton sat on the floor to spend time with Petunia, who nuzzled him now that she was fed.

“All you Hemmings’ are the same,” Ashton smiled fondly. “You only love an Irwin when food is involved. But I’ll forgive you cause you’re so fat and cute.” He kissed her forehead and scratched her back till she rolled on her belly, and then he scratched that too, cooing soft words to her.

Ashton looked up at Luke to find him videoing them. “No flash photography,” He held up a hand to the camera, “Leave Piggy alone, please.”

Luke just giggled and adjusted his position to point the camera at them again. Ashton tried to block the camera, again. And when they both were giggling messes, he tried to grab the phone from Luke’s hands entirely.

“Civilians can’t film her without her permission,” Ashton attacked Luke by tickling him. “It’s against the law!”

Luke fell to the floor in a fit of laughter, practically writhing out of Ashton’s hands. Even Ashton was laughing uncontrollably now. “Stop stop, Ash, I cant breathe,” Luke practically wheezed.

“Shoulda thought about that before you broke the law,” Ashton teased, but slacked up. He kissed Luke’s smiley and blush blown cheeks.

Luke caught his breath, and kept his grip on Ashton’s shirt so he’d stay in place right over him. “Every time you tickle me we end up in a compromising position,”

“Yeah well maybe if you’d keep your legs closed...” Ashton teased, and smacked the outside of Luke’s thighs from where he rested between them.

“Are you calling me a slut?” Luke said in obvious mock offense. His eyes got that teasing twinkle, and the corners of his mouth were twitching.

“Indirectly,” Ashton smirked. “Why? Are you gonna deny it?”

Luke bit his lip on a smile, “fuck you.”

“Actually, I’d rather fuck /you/,” Ashton smirked.

“Mmm I’m sure you would,” Luke’s flirtatious tone practically told Ashton that he’d rather that, too.

“Am I that predictable?” Ashton hummed.

“Yeah, kinda,” Luke looked up at him, and widened his legs to accommodate Ashton more comfortably.

“Careful, Lu.”

“What?” Came the innocent response and lip bite.

“If you think I won’t fuck you here on the kitchen floor, you’re wrong,” Ashton nearly growled. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Mmm. Good, it’ll keep me warm,” Luke rubbed one of his calves up Ashton’s legs.

“Such a slut,” Ashton shook his head fondly and kissed Luke. He felt Luke’s arms circle around him, pulling him down to deepen the kiss.

The sound of familiar clicks and pants came around the kitchen island, and Ashton felt a cold wet nose hit his cheek. He broke the kiss and giggled. “Petunia’s obviously not having this.”

Luke laughed at the displacement, and how Petunia was pretty much shoving her head between theirs, “Petunia’s eyes say: ‘dads chill out. It’s cuddle time.’”

“They say: ‘dads, chill the heck out, I eat in here.’” Ashton giggled got off of Luke to cuddle both of them. “I’m starting to think making out on the kitchen floor is a bad idea. Every time we do it we get interrupted.”

“That’s right! I forgot Calum called us last time.”

“When it’s not one child, it’s the other,” Ashton smirked.

“She’ll fall asleep soon,” Luke sighed petting her soothingly. “Pretty baby wanting to cuddle with us. So sweet. I love you.” Ashton was about to make a quippy comment when Luke turned to him, “and I love you.”

Ashton hummed. “I love you.”

“What will we do at the beach?” Like asked examining the bandages on his fingers.

“Get you some ice cream, write our names in the sand, swim...” Ashton kissed Luke’s forehead, “Whatever you want, baby.”

“I wanna swim. And write our names in the sand. And eat ice cream. Get a double scoop and I’ll share the cone with you. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Ashton took in this moment, and the moments just before—the smiles and happiness and giggles. He would trade everything he had to keep that smile on Luke’s face. There was nothing more gratifying than seeing his band mate—his best friend, his /soulmate/—with a genuine smile again.

And he knew the moments like this wouldn’t last forever, but he would hold him through a million bad days for the hope of one good one.

“Hey, Lu?”

“Hmm?”

“Stay here forever.”

There was a slight pause. “Okay.”

Ashton leaned onto Luke’s shoulder and got an excited lick from Petunia right across his nose.

“I want you here, too, Piggy,” Ashton assured her.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, Ash,” Luke sighed softly and leaned onto the top of Ashton’s head.

“I’d bandage your guitar injuries every day if you wanted me to.”

“And make me food?”

“Only because you’d be injured.”

Luke giggled.

“C’mon then,” Ashton got Luke up and smacked his bum. “I want to see how nice your ass looks in swim shorts again.”

“Okay, okay.” Luke laughed, and turned to Petunia. “C’mon, Princess. Maybe we can convince daddy to get you some ice cream, too.”

And they definitely would.

#5sos #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #lrh #afi #lashton #this is a fic i wrote #this is pure fluff #fluff #gay 5sos #lashton hemwin #michael clifford #mgc #calum hood #cth #malum #scholarly

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glorifiedsnickersbar · 5 years ago

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Farthest North

Chapter 8 - Bittersweet

Word count: 1421

"Your land is a lot like mine," Canada twirled around, only to fall in the snow that basically swallowed him.

It was a warm spring day. The snow was melting, birds were chirping their glorious noon-day songs and Alaska was showing Canada what her land was like. They were indeed similar, aside from the trees and some wildlife.

"Maple trees don't grow here?" he questioned for about the millionth time, earning the same answer from the taller State.

"Nope, the permafrost doesn't allow much to grow in most places, aside from bushes and lichen. Spruce trees are what grow here mostly, some birch."

"Ah, yes. Birch makes wonderful syrup."

"So does Spruce." She giggled, earning an odd look from the Country. He hadn't thought of Spruce syrup...

The two pranced through the snow laden field, Alaska having to drag him behind a rock as a pack of wolves tramped by. They watched, Alaska with a loving gaze, Canada simply awestruck. She managed to get the Alpha to accept her as not being a threat when they sniffed the two out, bending to all fours and nuzzling the large wolf under his muzzle, somehow convincing the more timid character behind her to copy her movements. So they ran with the wolves for a good long while, laughing all the way, playing with the three pups, almost grown now by Alaska's estimate.

"He favors the second largest," Alaska pointed, the group of mammals having stopped at a nearby carcass to feed. The dark furred Alpha wasn't showing affection, instead he was tolerating the medium sized pup as it jumped over his father over and over, "Most likely the runt will make his own pack."

"How do you know?" Canada looked to her, lifting himself up to his feet after petting one of the females.

"Look at how he bites at his sister."

The smallest wolf was indeed biting at his much bigger sister, who was trying to steal his morsel of frozen flesh.

"He may be the runt, but to have the guts to go against his sister, who is two times his size, proves that he'll most likely lead a mighty pack one day."

She slid to her stomach, catching the bigger beast's attention, making an excited whining sound. In turn the dog-like animal lowered her front end, seeing that this new addition wanted to play. Alaska giggled as the female "attacked" her, and they rolled in the melting snow. Alaska pushed the wolf away with her head, only for her arm to be stuck in the female's maw, and Alaska playfully forfeited by playing dead.

"You are strong Amaruq," they connected their heads before the Alpha male chuffed, and his daughter bounced to her two brothers, who also answered the call.

Canada watched in awe as the group of wolves left the mostly eaten carcass for it's next visitor. The Alpha looked to the two, seeing if they were going to come along, guessing not when Alaska only made the move to stand, and waved a calm 'goodbye'. Canada too waved as the pack disappeared over the waves of snow, simply amazed.

"What does... Amaruq, mean?" he looked at the State, who wore a soft smile on her blue face.

"It's Wolf, in Kalaallisut, one of many Native languages of my land."

The two made the trek back, a snowball fight or two having been commenced in between the wide expanse of untouched land. Canada couldn't believe the amount of cities everyone had compared to her, yet many were miserable because of it. The red and white Country was running away from the blue and gold State as he stumbled upon a wide expanse of nothing, running into a blackened tree. He held his head, wondering where on Earth it came from, considering he could have sworn there were none past the tree line he had just escaped. Looking up, he saw why he thought that.

Indeed there were many trees ahead, all dead, black and swaying in the slight wind that whisked broken branches away. The snow allowed little to hide from Canada's sight, apart from what was beneath it. Lowering to a single knee, he rummaged through the snow until he hit dirt, or rather, soot. There was no moss, no grass, just a blackened depth ready to be thawed. He brought a worried look up to Alaska, who was staring at the grave sight of her forest, gaze saddened.

"What did this?" he questioned. The damage was vast, and tipped over the far hill.

"Lightning strike," she answered, "No one was harmed, aside from a few animals cooked in their burrows."

Canada cringed, and stood, covering the blackened spot up again.

"That's a relief... I think."

Alaska merely shrugged before smiling to her new-found friend, and changed the subject as she led the way back to her home.

"So uh... how is America... taking all of this?" she asked hesitantly, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from his closest ally.

Canada sighed.

"He's been... better," he told her, "but he's been worse... I think."

She opened the door for him, and he thanked her, inviting the warm air onto his chilly face. The Country had seen her house earlier so it was... not as surprising to see the amount of oddities decorating the small cabin, but he always managed to find something new... like the bear trap he seemed to have missed hanging on the wall at the end of the hallway... Alaska gave him a cup of hot chocolate, and he thanked her.

"I just wish I didn't have to do this," she admitted, her smile losing it's friendly and outgoing charm as it turned into a melancholy frown.

"Well... I'm sure if you reconsidered... America wouldn't treat you the way he has." Canada offered with an awkward smile.

Alaska only shook her head, suddenly finding the taste of cocoa unappetizing as she put her own cup down.

"He promised that already, and he broke it," she looked back to Canada, who looked to the State with interest, "August 1st, 1867. What was known as Seward's Folly, I was bought from my father. The Contiguous States claimed I was a mistake. I wasn't profitable. America thought otherwise. Then gold and oil was found on my land. I was so excited, I wasn't useless!" her smile was pained, an excited pain that showed hard work... all lost, "I should have hid my findings. America praised me for my work, then turned around just to sell it off. I don't have Federal taxes and others because of it, but it's useless now, especially with the economy going down hill as it is."

The Country raised a brow.

"Then, why take this out on America? He has one of the best economies."

Alaska rolled her eyes, huffing.

"Because he has piggy backed on my oil countless times, selling it to other Countries," she snapped, "Often without my permission on how much he sells. My reserves have almost run dry. What was once a flowing river of black gold is now barely enough to call a stream. I can no longer meet the demands of my Country, yet he has not changed such demands.(!)"

Canada saw the dilemma, and the fact that it had no other solutions, no safe solutions anyway.

"Aren't you being a little-"

"Harsh?" Alaska finished for him, "Perhaps... but I'm tired of this long string of abuse. I am not ungrateful for what America has done for me. Far from it! He helped me through a very troubling time during World War 2, and saved me from my father. I don't want to hurt him..."

Looking at the picture on the wall, Alaska cried. As Germany stated, she looked so happy in those pictures. She wanted to be happy again, she wanted to smile with her father figure, play with him, throw snowballs and meet her siblings! If only she could relive that one day, over and over. Feel his warm embrace as he realized just how bad the abuse was after finding shards of glass covered by healing skin. Alaska had still reeked of her father's alcohol, yet America hugged her, and it didn't hurt.

She felt another warm embrace, not her step father's, but Canada's as he saw the torture she was putting herself through in order to be seen, valued, and cared for. His raccoon hat tilted back as he brought her close, and they both cried, Canada's tears an unsaid apology.

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(!) - Further oil discoveries have been made and proper precautions taken throughout the years

#countryhumans #countryhumansamerica #countryhumanscanada #countryhumansussr #countryhumansrussianempire #countryhumansgermany #america #canada #ussr #russianempire #germany #statehumans #statehumansalaska #alaska #farthestnorth #au #alternateuniverse #countryhumansau

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krispyweiss · 5 years ago

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It Was 50 Years Ago Today at Akron Civic Theatre, Akron, Ohio, Sept. 28, 2019

"I've got blisters on my thorax!" came the paraphrasing-Ringo Starr cry as Todd Rundgren wrapped a throat-shredding take on "Helter Skelter" that found him rocking so hard, he head-banged the sunglasses right off his face.

It was one of the only moments during the Akron stop of the It Was 50 Years Ago Today tour celebrating the Beatles "White Album" - which came out 51 years ago for those keeping score - where the performers took any liberty at all with the songs as they appeared on the landmark double LP that preceded Abbey Road, which did turn 50 this year. Every other song - whether it was the false ending and porcine snorts on "Piggies," the birdsong and tapping of "Blackbird" or the shoo-be-dos on "Revolution 1" - was rendered as the Beatles recorded it, which was wise because the Beatles had a good idea of what they were doing.

The Fab Faux Five consisted of a Utopian (Rundgren), a Monkee (Micky Dolenz) with a Badfinger (Joey Molland), a dude from Chicago (Jason Scheff) and Christopher Cross. Motley and, unbelievably, well-matched, the group was backed by a stellar four-piece band who provided essential vocal backing and played synths, keys, drums, guitars, harmonica and bass as needed. They didn’t get a break, while the stars spent little time on stage all together (now), instead coming and going to play 23 of the Beatles' 30 tracks and two solo/band songs apiece.

Split into sets of 75 and 50 minutes, respectively, the show went, Beatles, Monkees, Badfinger, Chicago, Rundgren, Cross and more Beatles in Act 1 and Beatles, Beatles, Beatles, Beatles and more Beatles in Act 2.

Walking on to the taped strains of "Revolution 9," the entire band kicked off with "Back in the U.S.S.R," which found the principals swapping lyrics and licks - save for Dolenz who banged a tambo - before Scheff led the troupe through "Dear Prudence." That was it for sequencing as Rundgren fronted the ensemble for a terrific take of "Everybody's Got Something to Hide Expect Me and My Monkey," which found Dolenz, in a long, black coat, fedora and shades, sauntering on stage to look dourly at the frontman as he sang.

Hey, hey he's a Monkee. Get it?

Oddly, the musicians, who range in age from 57 (Scheff) to 74 (Dolenz) mostly fared better on the Beatles material than on their own stuff. That's because most of their voices have diminished with age, and while they were pretty much - Rundgren being the exception and Scheff did well recreating Peter Cetera's vocals - unable to recall their past glories, they were able to use their vocal instruments to make the Fabs' songs fab.

They didn’t imitate John, Paul and Geoege; instead Todd, Micky, Joey, Jason and Christopher embodied the characters in each song.

Here's a look at each:

Runderen was the most colorful character, playing a recreation of the Fool as he sang "While My Guitar Gently Weeps," dressing in white and bestowing fragrant flowers on the audience during "Sexie Sadie" and prancing around in camo short-shorts (an obvious Ted Nugent caricature) and spraying the audience with an oversized squirt gun on "The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill." Akron is fertile Rundgren territory and the audience full of partisans ate this - and his own "I Saw the Light" and "Hello it's Me" - up as the brought his unique persona to this unique band setting.

Dolenz: He can't sing at all anymore, but he can perform. "I'm a Believer" and "Pleasant Valley Sunday" were fun because they're fun songs, but he butchered them. The Monkee was much more successful when he bounded around the lip of the stage asking the front few rows the musical question "Why Don't We Do it in the Road?" and when he sat on a chair and regaled the audience with the story of "Rocky Raccoon."

The jean-jacketed Molland was the least-present of the five front-line musicians, leaning on Rundgren for vocal support on "Baby Blue" and "No Matter What," and pulling off a couple of subdued guitar solos in the process. His "Savoy Truffle," however, was sweet.

As bassist, Scheff was on stage more than any of the key players - taking occasional breaks when the back line took over the bottom end - and shone brightly whether he was standing in for George Harrison (the aforementioned "Piggies"), John Lennon ("Glass Onion") or Paul McCartney (duetting with Cross on "Julia"). Scheff had the dubious honor of not having any original material of his own, instead reprising his role as a Chicago transplant on "Hard to Say I'm Sorry" - a lowlight - and "25 or 6 to 4," which had no business working with synthesized horns and no Terry Kath, but was a solo-portion highlight.

Cross was the biggest surprise. Sporting a tam and a Steely Dan T-shirt, and having issues with his electric guitar, the show-biz kid nevertheless played a fine solo on "Ride Like the Wind," which made up for the "Sailing" he and Scheff tattered just before. While Cross struggled vocally on his own material, he was like a fifth Beatle on the album tracks - particularly during the acoustic portion that opened the second set when, seated on a stool, he ran through "Blackbird," "Martha My Dear," "I Will," "Mother Nature's Son" and "Julia." His version of “Honey Pie” was also sweet.

After a long sequence of playing in twos and threes and fours, the full band reconvened for the homestretch, which climaxed with "Birthday" and "Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da,” while the Akron Civic Theatre shook its collective stuff to the celebratory tribute to the Beatles' strangest opus. As the latter came to a close, the pre-recorded strains of "Good Night" (Ringo was the only Beatle unrepresented in performance) filled the nearly sold-out house as the audience - many of whom were surprised by how well this thing came off based on Mrs. Sound Bites' comments and random conversations heard at set break - filtered out with Beatlemania on the brain.

Grade card: It Was 50 Years Ago Today at Akron Civic Theatre - 9/28/19 - A-

See more photos from the show here.

9/29/19

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shielddrake · 7 years ago

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Rebel of Sky City Ch. 9

I’ve had lots of extra time lately, so here’s the next chapter very soon after the last!

Chapter Nine

Jesse woke up to a snout in her face. She grumbled at being roused, causing Reuben to give her elated oinks as he continued to press his nose into her neck. She laughed as he tickled her, waking her up completely. She scratched Reuben behind his ears, his favorite spot, and stretched, kicking her covers off her bed in the process.

“I never should’ve let you start to sleep in my bed.”

Reuben just smiled and oinked, his expression clearly showing that he didn’t believe a word she said.

“Yeah, yeah, you grew out of the basket, just like I said you would,” she groaned. “And I haven’t gotten around to making you a larger bed. That doesn’t mean you have to commandeer mine.”

Reuben snorted and leapt off the bed, allowing Jesse to sit up. She glanced out the window where her hidden ladder to the bottom was located. Jesse moaned again and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Reuben, the sun’s barely up. What’d you have to wake me for?”

If pigs could smirk, Reuben was doing so right now.

Shaking her head, Jesse got up and checked her wardrobe, thinking about what to wear that day. It wasn’t going to be a day she could sneak out, so it was probably in her best interest to wear something her mother would approve of. She decided on a long dress with red flower print, something similar to what her mother would wear but with a bit more elaborate style. It was a lovely dress, but it seemed The Founder cared more for Jesse’s appearance than her own.

“Don’t know why Mother bothers,” she muttered, glancing at Reuben. “I never see anyone outside the palace…as far as she knows. I could wear a flour sack and no one would care except her.”

Reuben cocked his head at her and raised an eyebrow. He took one glance at the dress and huffed.

“Yeah, I prefer my overalls too, but Mother insists,” Jesse said as she dressed. “It’s not that bad, right?”

She wasn’t sure if Reuben agreed with her or did the pig version of a shrug. She just sighed and headed for the door.

“Lukas would like it,” she insisted. “…I think.”

Jesse always wore overalls or other very casual clothing when she snuck out of the palace. This was not only for practical reasons (trying to climb down a ladder or across the roof of a building in a dress was not the easiest thing to do after all), but also to decrease the chances she would be recognized by any of the guards roaming around the city. She had been able to keep out of their sight thus far, but she didn’t want to take any chances.

As such, she had never worn anything more formal during her visits to Lukas or the others. Lukas himself would wear very simple clothes, and Milo’s outfit always seemed a little scruffy, so she was pretty sure that fancy clothing was not something either of them cared much about.

It was a good thing too, otherwise Jesse would have worried more about whether or not Lukas liked her appearance as much as he seemed to.

Jesse’s heart started beating faster as she thought of the blond young man. Lukas had taken her little “confession” (from which she had fled from) as a sign that he was allowed to be more affectionate. They had yet to kiss beyond cheeks, but Lukas gladly embraced every hug she gave him (while claiming she was a good hugger) and was more than pleased whenever Jesse would reach out to hold his hand. He took things slow, always letting her take the initiative for anything new. Lukas never pushed her to do anything, and she really appreciated it, considering this was the first time she had any kind of companionship outside of her mother, Reginald, Ivor and Reuben, none of which elicited the emotions she had been feeling lately.

It was just over a month since the two had started dating (and thanks to Petra, Jesse actually understood what that meant), and it seemed like Lukas was constantly on her mind. She couldn’t get his eyes, his smile, or his laugh out of her head. Jesse was reaching a point where she had to watch what she said around the palace to make sure she didn’t slip up and start talking about him…as she just had to Reuben.

She just couldn’t help it! Every time Jesse spotted Lukas practicing a new crafting recipe from across the room, especially when he succeeded and made the item for the first time, her heart would flutter. The way his blue eyes would shine and his long nose would crinkle at the slightest excitement only encouraged her to show him more things to build, and indeed, out of all of Build Club, Jesse had shown Lukas the most. Petra and Milo were close second and third.

And although their “dates” consisted mostly of walking around town, watching the sunset, or hanging out at Build Club, she wouldn’t trade that time with him for anything in the world.

Which was why it was particularly annoying when Jesse knew she was going to be cooped up in the palace for the day. She couldn’t sneak out all the time, although she had been seriously tempted to just snuggle with Lukas by the fireplace in his father’s inn for the evening on more than one occasion.

No, today was a day for her cage, although having Reuben prance next to her as Jesse headed for the living room for breakfast eased her heart a little bit.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Reuben,” she told him as they walked. “You keep me sane in here, you know?”

Reuben smiled, his piggy teeth showing under his snout.

Breakfast was a quiet affair, chiefly because The Founder wasn’t there. This was nothing new. Isa sometimes started early when it came to dealing with her duties as leader. Reginald was still there, watching over her, but other than some small talk he was quiet as usual.

Jesse was just finishing off her beetroot soup when Isa and Ivor entered the room, the former holding a serious expression and the latter with a apologetic one. Jesse blinked at them as they approached.

“Uh-oh. Don’t like the looks of this.” Reuben squeaked in agreement.

“Jesse, may I speak with you, dear?” Isa’s tone was stern but worried. Jesse simply nodded in response, and Isa took a seat next to her. “It has come to my attention that your education is suffering.”

“Huh?”

“Ivor, if you please?”

The alchemist walked over and placed the parchments on the table. Jesse glanced through them and quickly recognized them. They were some of the examinations she had taken in the past months. Based on the various marks, she had not done well.

Crud.

“Jesse, you have always been very bright, but recently your scores have suffered and you have not internalized as much of Ivor’s teachings.” Isa folded her hands on the table and looked at her daughter straight in the eye. “Has something been bothering you? Something I need to know?”

Jesse gulped, keeping her eyes on the papers. “No. I didn’t know I was doing so poorly.”

“And this is even with your study days you’ve been spending in your room.” Isa clicked her tongue. “Perhaps independent studying isn’t working the best strategy?”

“No!” Jesse had to keep herself from jumping out of her chair. “No. There’s nothing wrong with it. I’ll do better on the next one, Mother. I promise.”

If she knew I wasn’t actually studying…and being at Build Club doesn’t count when the tests are about brewing.

Isa stared at her, and Jesse could see Ivor crossing his arms out the corner of her eye. If she hadn’t been doing well in her studies for this long, why hadn’t Ivor mentioned it earlier?

If I don’t have an excuse to not be outside my room, I won’t be able to see Lukas and the others again.

“Mother, really, I’m all right.”

Isa sighed and bowed her head. “Very well. I’m just concerned for you is all.”

“And I appreciate it.” Don’t make me study somewhere public. Don’t make me study somewhere public!

Her prayers must have been answered, as Isa nodded and stood. Ivor seemed to relax as well.

“That is good to hear, Jesse. I know you are a better student than this. But you can talk to me about whatever is bothering you.”

“Of course.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.

“In any case, we’re inducting a group of new guards today,” Isa said. “It’s time to introduce you to them.”

“New guards?” She blew a raspberry. “Great. More people to treat me like glass.”

“Jesse, you know why the Guard is the way it is,” Reginald reprimanded.

“Yeah, I know.” She shook her head and raised up from her seat. “I still don’t like it.”

Reuben jumped onto her chair and stuck his snout into her bowl, lapping up the remains of her soup before jumping down and returning to Jesse’s side, dripping beetroot all over the floor in the process. Jesse just laughed at his antics.

“Reuben, must you be so messy?” Isa asked, but the growing pig just oinked at her.

Jesse followed her mother and Reginald down the dark halls in the direction of the throne room, passing only a few windows in the process. Ivor stayed in the shadows, but jogged to catch up to Jesse as they walked behind The Founder and the Captain of the Guard.

“I’m sorry, Jesse,” he said. “I couldn’t keep giving your mother excuses for your poor performance. It wasn’t my intention to get you in trouble.”

So I have been doing badly for a while. Jesse looked at him. “Why didn’t you tell Mother earlier?”

“I was hoping it was just a phase,” he answered. “But I couldn’t keep covering for you.”

Covering for me?

Their conversation came to an abrupt end as they arrived in the throne room. Jesse could see that the entire area was closed off, with at least two guards at every entrance and exit. Before the throne was a group of about twenty new guards, which Jesse only knew by the wide-eyed expressions on most of them.

They stood in two rows of ten. Many of these faces blended together. After seeing so many guards, it was quite a task for Jesse to keep them all straight, something she frequently felt bad about. There was one male guard near the end of the back row who was larger than many of the other guards, and Jesse immediately decided that she didn’t want to get on his bad side.

He’ll be easy to remember at least.

Glancing at the guard standing in front of the larger man, Jesse barely kept herself from stumbling. Although she was saluting and wearing the standard uniform of the Guard, Jesse had become familiar enough with the red hair and deep brown eyes that she felt she would recognize them anywhere.

Standing as part of the Guard of Sky City was the last place Jesse ever expected to see Petra.

Isa sat delicately on her throne, looking over the new recruits with a hopeful spark in her eye. Reginald stood to her right, saluting to The Founder before returning to attention. Jesse’s spot was to Isa’s left, and it was just her luck that this put her right in front of Petra.

Jesse bit her lip. Stay calm. Don’t stare. Don’t stare. Don’t stare…

She was staring, and Petra’s eyes narrowed just a little bit. Jesse immediately looked away, taking in the other guards in an attempt to look anywhere but at her friend.

“Good morning to you all.” Isa remained in her seat as she began her customary speech to the new recruits. “I am pleased to see so many people interested in the safety of our fair city.”

The recruits remained saluting, with a couple glancing briefly at Reginald for any instructions. Isa smiled.

“At ease.” And they were. Some even let out sighs of relief. “Now, as your Founder, I’m sure you know that I am ultimately in charge of everything that goes on in Sky City. Anything involving building or crafting has to come through me…”

Petra’s not saying anything, Jesse thought as she wrung her hands. Maybe that means she’s going to keep quiet?

“…and it is your duty to ensure the safety of our people,” Isa continued. Jesse missed much of what she had said. “For guard duty, you will report to Reginald. I’m certain you have already become accustomed to that…”

Why would Petra join the Guard? She’s in Build Club! She complains about Mother’s laws all the time! Why would she put herself in a position where she’d have to enforce them?

“…and anyone who violates our laws are to be brought to me immediately for questioning.” Her mother’s tone had become more serious now, but Jesse was just barely paying attention. “Even if they proclaim their innocence, in the end it is my word that determines their guilt. No one else.”

No way she doesn’t recognize me. Jesse snuck a glance at the ginger, who simply raised an eyebrow at her. Oh man, I’m so—

“On a final note,” Isa said, and Jesse jumped just a little. Was she at the end of her speech already? “I would like to introduce to you my daughter, Jesse.”

Jesse bit her lip again and looked anywhere but at Petra. “Hello.”

The new guards all appeared surprised, but most of them kept their composure, including Petra.

“I know it is a surprise to you, but I have kept Jesse’s existence a secret from the citizenry of Sky City for her own protection,” Isa explained. Her eyes narrowed and gave each individual recruit a firm look. “It is your upmost priority to keep her safe while you are stationed in the palace. In addition, you are to never reveal her identity or presence to anyone outside the Guard. If you fail to do so, you will know no greater wrath than mine. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” The recruits all shouted instantly, and Isa nodded solemnly.

“Very good. Welcome to the Guard.”

Jesse didn’t pay attention as Reginald started listing off duties for the newcomers, and didn’t move from her spot until the group began to disperse. She looked up one last time at Petra, but the redhead had already turned and left the throne room, presumably to take up a post somewhere. Jesse sighed as Reuben began nuzzling her legs, trying to comfort her. She bent down to scratch his ears, trying to ignore the ball of iron forming in her stomach.

Following all that, most of Jesse’s time was taken up by tutoring from Ivor. She did her best to catch up with what she was falling behind in, and thankfully Ivor’s teaching methods always worked well for her. This was probably why Isa allowed the potioneer to stick around as Jesse’s teacher as long as he had. Ivor’s sarcastic wit seemed to pierce her brain better than any normal teacher, including her own mother. To this day, Jesse wasn’t sure what that said about her.

Tutoring was a nice distraction, but the moment it was over for the day Jesse’s anxiety returned. There were so many unanswered questions going through her mind. Why did Petra join the Guard? What was she hoping to gain from it? Didn’t this contradict her beliefs about Build Club? Why hadn’t she just exposed Jesse in front of The Founder about her sneaking out of the palace?

Most importantly: Was Petra going to tell Lukas?

Determined to get the answers to these questions, Jesse searched the palace high and low for Petra. With Reuben by her side, she eventually found the taller woman standing guard in one of the hallways leading to the kitchen. Reuben ran ahead and grinned at Petra, who kneeled down to give him a pat on his head.

Reuben’s always been a good judge of character. Jesse paused and took a deep breath. Okay, Jesse. Relax. You can do this.

Facing her new friend with her old identity was not an ideal circumstance in her opinion. Nonetheless, she knew it was too late to keep it secret anymore.

“Hello, Private,” she greeted, not sure how to address Petra at the moment. She wasn’t sure if anyone else was going to listen in. No one else was around, but Jesse didn’t want to take any chance. “May I speak with you alone?”

“Yes, Young Miss.”

Jesse felt bile raising into her throat. Oh great. Now Petra of all people is going to call me that.

Reuben led the two of them to a simple conference room with only a single long table and a couple of chairs inside. There wasn’t even a single window, giving them the privacy Jesse desired. Reuben jumped on one of the chairs and curled up, looking back and forth between the two women in anticipation. Jesse waited for Petra to be completely inside before closing the door and locking it.

As Jesse turned around, she noticed that Petra had broken her stiff guard posture and returned to what Jesse knew to be her normal self…at least, her normal self that was incredibly cross. Petra had her arms crossed and her face lowered so she was looking at Jesse from just beneath her upper eyelids. Her brow was furrowed together and her foot tapped very lightly, being the only sound in the room.

Oh boy. Here we go.

“So, either you have a long-lost twin that was separated from you from birth, or The Founder’s daughter has been running around Sky City without telling anyone who she really is.” Petra’s tone clearly showed just how displeased she was. “Should I guess which one is true, Young Miss?”

Jesse hid her eyes behind her hand. “For all that is holy, don’t call me that. Please, Petra.”

The taller one relaxed her arms and instead put her hands on her hips. “Sorry, but it’s just a little more than annoying to have made such a good friend only to learn that everything about her is a total lie.”

“I wasn’t lying! I was just, uh, not telling you the whole story,” Jesse insisted. Petra’s blank face did not comfort her. “Fine, I was lying. Listen, I’m really, really sorry. I never meant for it to get this far.”

“You mean you never meant for anyone to find out,” Petra corrected her.

The dark-haired woman lowered her gaze. “Yeah.”

Petra’s expression softened as she saw Jesse’s hurt face and she sighed. “How about you tell me everything from the top?”

Reuben took a small nap as Jesse recited everything that had happened from her point of view, from before the Spring Festival to the celebration itself to the current day. Petra was silent, not giving one bit of commentary as she listened to the tale. She leaned back against the wall while Jesse sat in a chair, and the latter kept her gaze away from her friend. Once she was finished, Jesse finally glanced up at her again.

“So your mom doesn’t know about any of this?” she asked.

“Are you kidding?” Jesse’s eyebrows disappeared into her hair. “If Mother found out about this, she would…Well, I don’t know what she would do. Honestly, I don’t want to think about it.”

“So bad you don’t know what it is?” Petra teased with a smirk.

“Pretty much.” Jesse shrugged every so slightly. “Probably along the same lines if Mother learns you’re a member of the you-know-what.”

“Our secret club.” Petra cringed a little. “Yeah, let’s not think about that.”

Jesse rubbed the back of her head. “You won’t tell anyone what I’ve been doing, right? Please?”

“Oh, you asking me now?”

“I’ll beg you if I have to.” Petra, please…

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” Petra rolled her eyes. “Of course I won’t tell, dummy.”

Jesse let out a long breath. “I guess you can’t really tell in case I tell Mother about Build Club.”

“So…” Petra dragged out the word in faux thought. “I guess we’re blackmailing each other, huh?”

“Looks like it.” Jesse finally gave a true smile for the first time that day. “Thanks, Petra.”

“Don’t thank me yet. This is a big deal,” she said. “I won’t tell if you don’t want me to, but you should at least tell Lukas the truth.”

Jesse felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. “No!”

“But you should.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Petra, think about who I am and who Lukas is,” Jesse described, throwing up her hands. “My mother is the person who locked up his father for most of his childhood! It’s her laws that keep them from having something as simple as a book! She’s the one who keeps rejecting Milo’s petitions!”

“Your point?”

Jesse’s mouth dropped open at the question. “How do you think Lukas would react if he found out he was dating the daughter of the person who essentially makes his life miserable?”

“It’s not making his life miserable,” Petra asserted. “More difficult maybe, but not miserable.”

There was a thunk as Jesse dropped her head against the table. “You’re missing the point.”

“The point is that Lukas knows not to judge someone by who their mother or father is.” Petra tapped her foot on the iron floor. “Lukas knows and loves you. He’s not going to care about any of that.”

Loves? Jesse’s face flushed bright red, reaching her ears as she ran her hand through her hair. “He loves me?”

“Why do I bother with you people?” Petra closed her eyes and shook her head. “I can break the news to him, if that would be easier for you?”

“No. No, you’re right. I should be the one to tell him.” Jesse took a breath and slowly released it. “How am I supposed to tell him exactly?”

“I’d figure just being honest would do it.”

“You’re no help at all.” Jesse rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“But I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I’ll tell him, all right? But I want to do it at the right time, okay?”

“Fair enough, but I wouldn’t wait too long.” Petra gave her friend an adamant look. “Lukas is going to find out eventually, and the more you postpone it, the worse it’s going to be.”

Jesse’s shoulders slumped and she covered her face with her hands. “I know, I know. Just…let me have this for now, okay?”

Concerned about the level of distress in his friend’s voice, Reuben leapt down from his chair and nestled into Jesse’s lap. Petra’s face softened further, and she walked over to put a hand on her companion’s shoulder. Jesse looked up at her, her eyes shining bright.

“I’m not trying to be a jerk, but Lukas is my best friend,” she said. “And he’s not going to think badly of you. I promise.”

Jesse sighed again. “I guess we’ll find out eventually, won’t we?”

Petra straightened up and looked at the door. “I better get back to my post. I don’t want to get in trouble on my first day of guard duty.”

“If you do, I’ll just tell Reginald you were with me,” Jesse offered. “You won’t get in trouble for that.”

“Good to know. I can use you as my excuse for whenever I do something wrong.”

Jesse gave her a gentle punch in the shoulder, and the two girls laughed while Reuben oinked in agreement. The little pig bared his teeth. He always preferred it when Jesse was happy.

The three left the conference room and returned to Petra’s spot only to be faced with the large man Jesse had seen earlier. He was looking around with a worried twinkle in his dark eyes. His concern visibly deflated once he caught sight of them.

“Petra, there you are!” he hollered, his voice booming through the halls, causing Jesse to shake a little. “I was supposed to trade your post, but you weren’t here. Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah. Everything’s fine. Sorry to make you worry.” Petra waved her hand between the man and Jesse. “Jesse, this is Axel. He was my partner during training. Axel, I’m sure you know Jesse.”

“Hello, Young Miss,” Axel said with a salute, and Jesse bit her tongue to keep herself from releasing another groan. “Petra, you call her by her name?”

“She said I could. She actually doesn’t like being called Young Miss.” Petra chuckled a bit at this, and Jesse just glared at her.

“It’s not funny, Petra,” she said.

“Sorry, not sorry.”

“You can call me Jesse too,” she said to the man. “Axel, was it?”

“Yes, Young Mi—er, Jesse,” he answered with a crocked grin. “We probably can’t call you that in front of the Captain or The Founder, but I guess that would be okay when we’re alone?”

“I’d like that,” Jesse concurred with a smile. “I’m kind of short on friends around here. You two want to hang out?”

“Um, Captain Reginald wants me to take this shift in this hall,” Axel replied.

“I insist. Private, you will accompany me to the kitchens for a snack,” Jesse put her hands on her hips. “That’s an order.”

Axel let out a guffaw. “Well, you know I can’t disobey an order, especially if it means I get some food.”

“You’re such a lazy bum, Axel,” Petra mocked, poking him in the stomach with an elbow.

“I’m just big boned,” he objected. “That’s what you told me during training anyway.”

At this point, Reuben made himself known by jumping into the middle of the triangle the three humans had formed and flopping onto his back, his demand to have his belly rubbed clear for all to see. The group laughed and Axel bent down to do exactly that.

“You’ve got a pet pig!” he declared. “Awesome!”

“People always love a pig,” Jesse said with a bright smile.

The four headed for the kitchens, Jesse’s heart still heavy from the idea of having to tell Lukas her secret, but her shoulders less tense from having to hold up the secret in front of Petra.

If only I could tell Lukas who I am and have him understand.

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Second Time Around

Thank you for making it to the end, if you have!

9 - A New Future (+ Story Notes)

The bed was soft, comfortable, familiar. His body on auto-pilot, Karma stumbled out of the covers, struggling to stay upright and make it to the bathroom. Freshening up, he looked in the mirror. He had a vague memory of something slicing his cheek, but there was no mark. Mustn’t have been too deep.

Not five minutes later, he spat out his water, leaving marks over the faux marble kitchen island.

The sun was high in the sky, catching every speck of dust that covered the apartment, a low rumble, cars well below on the ground, could be heard, and birds chirped, signalling a bountiful spring.

He was home.

He’d fallen asleep in front of their old classroom, beaten and bruised and numb inside and out, having watched Sensei die yet again. There was no mark on his cheek because he’d aged to his real self. No aches or pains, no stumbling over limbs that felt too short, no need to make sure he kept up a mask and tread the line between edgy teen and government official.

There was no need to think when he woke up because this was his apartment, he could navigate it drunk in the dark, even with a cat curling around his ankles, meowing for a second (sometimes third) dinner. His knee didn’t ache and everything felt right, felt like home and his ears felt hot and his face was wet with tears. Karma didn’t know the result of his actions, didn’t know whether he’d saved the world, was a hero, or had fucked everything up further, but for now, this was enough.

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He remembered Karasuma’s message: My wife returned and I have a daughter.

He ignored where Karasuma had lived in his time and went straight back to the place he shared with Irina. A small girl opened the door, perhaps five or six. She blinked up at him and he looked down at her. She was a clone of Irina, no doubt he had the right place.

He’d always worried that nobody else would remember their past, or perhaps only remember the altered version. He’d neglected to think he wouldn’t necessarily know the changes in the new world. About to ask if he had the right house, or if her parents were home, a shriek interrupted his thoughts. He covered his ears as his stomach took a hit.

“UNCLE KARMA!!”

Both her parents were home (“It’s Saturday after all!”) and he was welcomed in, Irina fussing (“You’ve been missing for a year, Karma!” When he didn’t reply, shocked at seeing her so loud and boisterous when she’d been dead for years, when the version he was more recently familiar with had less lines around the eyes, still enjoyed dressing that little bit more provocatively, she continued, more indignant, “We’ve been worried sick, you little brat!”) and his ‘niece’ demanded piggy back rides and a tea party and he couldn’t very well say no, could he?

Karasuma looked better than Karma had seen him in years, clearly the man had been eating more than just convenience store food and was actually sleeping now. Irina was busy calling everyone to come over (“He’s really back! Waltzed up like he hadn’t been missing or something! Barely even an apology, so of course it’s him!”) and the little one was glued to the tv, watching some famous idol prance around on a too bright stage.

The house was large, with a small backyard, perfect for relaxing. Irina brought them tea before leaving them be (she’d only called half the class, and of course they wouldn’t just come and leave; she suspected they’d be here for lunch and wouldn’t leave until well after dinner). Karma was already sitting, staring blankly at the tiny garden, a little out of it, not quite sure what to do now he was back, but Karasuma still stood. Once Irina left, he bowed, deeper than Karma had seen anyone bow before.

His golden eyes were wide, processing what the hell was going on. The older man sat next to him, grinning. (Karma had never seen such a face on Karasuma and it kinda creeped him out.) A hand was on his head, ruffling his hair. “You did well, Karma.”

Heat flushed around his neck and tears pricked at his eyes. The full story could wait for later. Karasuma knew and he was happy and Karma was home.

—

The public only knew of an attack on Kunigaoka’s campus. Most assumed some type of student crime, perhaps a bitter E Class student, or a crazed parent annoyed their child only got a 90 instead of a 95 on their last test. The public gossiped, but nothing came of it, and the media ignored it after the hype wore off. The main campus knew nothing, except that those idiot E Class kids had caused problems again. Gakuhou kept quiet, still employed at the school (which ran more in his original direction, the type Sensei endorsed instead of the type that encouraged blood baths and nothing but study).

Karma had been reported as missing for a year. Most assumed it was the pressure of government work and he’d wandered off to commit suicide. Others assumed a life lived alone was the cause (Karma could count the times he saw his parents post junior high graduation on one hand, and it was well known his love life was practically non-existent, despite the press running stories on such an attractive bachelor with good connections). Others still said that his past as a delinquent had come to collect interest.

Karasuma and the others had all been investigated over his disappearance. Thankfully Karasuma knew what was going on (and was the only one who did - Karma didn’t get it, but apparently once you truly learnt about time travel, or have contact with a different time, as he did through Ritsu’s programme, you could never forget? It sounded like bull but Karma was beyond questioning) and had kept everything as he left it. The electricity and water in his apartment still worked and his cat lived with Hazama. Karma didn’t believe he had much of a chance of convincing it to return home, since the fat thing enjoyed nothing more than curling up with people on the couch, and considering the bookworm Hazama was…

There was a shout as a group tumbled through the door, ignoring Irina’s scolding. The tiny garden felt smaller when it was crammed full of overly excited people. Karasuma rescued the still steaming tea and Karma was hugged and pulled and noogied from all directions.

“Dude! What’s the story!” Karma could see the ring on Sugino’s finger.

Maehara had tears at the corner of his eyes, but he was laughing. “Honestly, I thought you were past your trouble making days!”

Terasaka and his group came together. Karma was sure he would bruise from how hard Terasaka smacked his arm, but the other man wasn’t good with words, and Karma understood that feeling so much right now. He’d give the other a reprieve, just this time.

Karasuma had filled him in earlier. Karma’s actions had changed things for the better. No monster wars, no missiles (well, a few, but that was life), no mass panic and fear about losing journalists and loved ones in the interests of scientific advancements and human testing.

Karasuma was the only one who had interacted with Karma’s timeline, apart from the person who had discovered their discussions, leading to Karasuma’s disgraceful exit from the workforce. After Karasuma had lost his job, that person had gone missing. “Family said he was a good man, no problems. Not sure what happened.” Irina was casual, genuinely curious about her husband’s former coworker, since they’d met a few times.

Karasuma had gone still, kept his eyes locked on the small traditional rock formation at the back of the garden.

To Karma, Karasuma was always a teacher who had once been a soldier. Now he wondered how much of his wife’s skills he’d picked up. It couldn’t be easy living on Irina’s wage alone, and Karasuma never seemed to be the type to want or enjoy an early retirement.

Karasuma remembered both worlds, though, like Karma, the memories that were new took a while to come with him. For Karma, there would be no issue, people would assume he was stressed or whatever, amnesia ridden due to his disappearance. Karasuma had had it hard, Irina wondering why he bawled at the sight of her and furious that he had no idea who their daughter was.

Most of the others only remembered one world. Occasionally they had glimpses of the other world, or flashes like deja vu - “hey, I swear I’ve already done something similar!”, but everyone brushed it off as sleep deprivation or general idiocy. They were few and far between, not frequent enough to be concerned about, not contradictory enough to wonder about their sanity.

The new version, the world Karma had created, was the one everyone remembered.

It was something he worried about, and it had come true, but it was interesting. He and Kayano had been bitter to each other in that world, he’d always pushed at her, but their relationship now seemed to be like their original one.

“Events are easier to change. Choose option B instead of option A. But bonds are something we build up over a lifetime, they’re much more chemically ingrained in our memories, beliefs and thoughts. I don’t think they’re so easily changed.”

He wasn’t sure how much he could buy into Karasuma’s theory, but considering it was time, and not individuals that had changed, the redhead couldn’t say much against it. So they weren’t the same people he knew, but they weren’t that different either. It would take adjusting to, but he could deal with that.

In the case of Terasaka’s group, it meant talking to them more than he had previously (he had to admit, some of his fondest memories from the reboot were with this group - after all, most friends wouldn’t help you commit arson). Karma could make an exception for Hazama though (she wore glasses permanently, the damage clear on her eye, thanks to that day, and he’d always feel guilty about it but it could have been so much worse), who shoved her phone at him, the photo application opened to an album called “Kuro Hime”. Fat, black, overbite. That was his baby alright!

People were trying to talk to him, celebrate his return, but he was more interested in the photos. Everything around him had changed. Not enough to be beyond recognition or to feel awkward, but enough that he knew. This fat little creature, with eyes half shut or with the cutest little blep, hadn’t changed. It was still demanding, still fluffy, still his.

The door opened again. “He’s really here?”

Nagisa. Karma turned to look and felt his heart stop. Following the shorter man (Karma may be beyond teasing Nagisa about his feminine appearance, his height was still fair game and Karma grinned, glad it hadn’t changed), was Kayano, clearly rushing from work (seemingly fine, but he was told bikini modelling was impossible and she’d spent a year in hospital, looking like a gladiator, Sugaya, hair covered with paint the colour of vomit, and Okuda.

She beamed, barely kicking off her shoes before she rushed out the back. He smiled back, patting her on the head as she wailed, tears staining his shirt. Takebayashi came not long after and Karma felt a pang in his chest. His family was back together.

This world would take some adjusting to. It was his, yet not his. It was strange, considering he was the one who had shaped it’s very existence. But it wasn’t all bad. He had his cat, his apartment, his family.

He had a second chance and every opportunity available to him. A chance to right things and start new wonderful things.

“Did you succeed?”

He nodded, throat tightening as his eyes became clouded with tears. “Yeah. Everything’s good now.”

The world wasn’t perfect. It never would be. Humans are strange creatures that do strange things, so there was no surprise there. The world wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be.

Waiting for them was a good future.

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Thank you again for reading <3

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-Scrivener’s spell check was being weird, resulting in numerous “Karma-kins” instead of kuns and “Ritzs” instead of Ritsus. Mega replaced Megu, and it took me a while to realise I wasn’t writing about Pokemon lol Let me know if I missed any!

-I apologise if its weird. Trying out a new style and missing out a bunch of scenes (we all know what happens and this is sorta? A character study? Thing?) makes it seem a bit jumpy, but I still kinda like it haha. Also Karma is a brat and talks to such few people…

-Turned out more Karmanami than I thought? This was originally meant to be no ships…

-I feel like some parts I got Karma down well, and others… not so much lol

-Also, some things are probably inaccurate. This is in part due to no research/me not caring (time travel lmao), changes that have come about due to Karma’s actions, and me not watching the show for a while. I used the episode synopsis from wikipedia as my base, so manga only things aren’t involved, same for the extracurricular episodes (though I don’t believe Karma was much involved in those anyway). Speaking of which, non-Karma centric things have been ignored.

-Also, I’m bad at fight scenes, sorry ;.; But like, when the fate of the world/someone’s life is on the line, I’d like to think middle schoolers would use it as a chance to fight all out. Sure, they’re somewhat trained assassins, but they’re kids who are allowed to beat each other up during class time. Personally I imagine the situation to be much more over the top, due to all the emotions behind it and the fact it’s their first time really going at other people.

-There’s a line in ‘Change’, about Terasaka not being as aligned with E Class as he should be. I don’t know where I was going with this lmao

-The lab in the forest is based off the lab in the live actions.

-The original plan was to reverse the tentacles in Sensei and make him human again. Whoops.

-The ending is basically the same as the canon epilogue with slight differences.

-This was meant to be 6k (6 chapters accordingly, all with ‘future’ or ‘past’ in the title), 10k if it got too big. Total word count is just under 22k.

#Fic #submission #Akabane Karma #Karasuma Tadaomi #Hazama Kirara

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Piggy-Back (Alexis/Farrah) - MoulinMousse

A/N: Hi, I’m a new writer here on AQ after having lurked around as a reader for a long time, I decided to give it a go myself. Any feedback would be appreciated, it’s my first try at writing anything of this nature. It’s based off the piggy-back ride Alexis gives to Farrah and the subsequent episode. Enjoy :)

“Yay yay, it’s today!” Cameron neighed, voice crinkled with his stellar horse impression, his legs wrapped tightly around Alex’s midriff, arms locked over his shoulders as he ‘galloped’ into the workroom, stumbling slightly. Cameron’s smaller, leaner form shook with giggles into Alex’s ears, the galloping halting around Cameron’s (eventually found) workstation, his lithe body wiggling a little bit as he dropped to the floor, landing with a dainty hop then clumsy stumble, hand reaching out to grab at Alex’s bicep for safety.

Alex laughed at Cameron’s foal-like movements, his arm burning where it was being held. His face seemed to take the cue. Feeling his blood rush to his cheeks and suddenly feeling flustered and ever so hot, Alexis’ laughs turned slightly shakier as Cameron looked up at him innocently through his eyelashes, fluttering in a curious blink. Was he wearing mascara?

As quickly as the moment had come, Cameron had made a noise of exclamation and rushed off to be coddled by Eureka or Aja. With that, Alex let out a shaky breath and felt his body relax, his heart pounding slightly as he leant against the workstation for support. Shea shot him a sympathetic smile, eyebrows raised as Alexis felt his face readjust to the freezing workroom.

Alex wasn’t too sure how much longer he could keep this up. To tell the truth –and he hated himself for it- he may have developed some sort of attraction to Cameron. Whiny, bratty and entirely childish Cameron. Smiling, giggling and completely charming Cameron. Cameron with his fully, pouty lips, excessive highlight and excessive touching. Cameron demanding piggy backs because ‘he liked piggy-back riding’, a statement that absolutely didn’t make Alex swallow harshly, Cameron’s little smirk making him consider that maybe Cameron was aware of what he was doing; that maybe he wanted Alex to take him back to his room tonight and pin him down and…

Whoa. Whoa. Alex blinked harshly, startling himself, reminding himself with a scold that ‘Those thoughts are fine in night-times, in his bed, alone.’ But he was here, Cameron laughing behind him, the cameras poised. He suddenly felt awfully exposed.

This being the day of the performance -and therefore the elimination- Alex pondered over the results of the day. He knew Nina was salty over her role, Cynthia might struggle as she didn’t have a great competency in sitting down and learning things, and Farrah…

She hadn’t done too well in the rehearsals the day before, her nervous energy and stumbling over a simple hand routine worrying him, his teeth biting his lower lip with every frustrated sigh from Todrick.

He had felt increasingly protective of Cameron with every eye-roll and whispered glance thrown at him from the other members of the team. He wanted to sit down with him, teach him the routine, slowly, carefully, coaxing him through it, making sure he was safe from the bottom two today. But he didn’t. His behaviour was already suspicious enough without devoting team time to babying Cameron, who couldn’t learn a goddamn patty-cake clap.

Yet he felt guilty as Cameron pranced around the room, his antics usual but with an underlying tension. Maybe he should have heeded the warning, because as much as he should really leave Cameron alone, his going home was a real possibility, and as many problems as Cameron brought him, Alex knew he really, really didn’t want him to leave. …

The performance came and went as quickly as Adore did. Farrah didn’t do too badly, in Alexis’ opinion. But following the runway (Farrah’s perky ass making him flush-again!), she was called forward with Alexis, and she was certainly wasn’t in the top.

After a significant beating down from Michelle about her ‘basic’ outfit (Alexis silently fumed in indignation), it was Farrah’s turn. Within seconds, Michelle had clocked her highlight for being too heavy, Farrah nodding but her eyebrows lifting as her red lips turned into a subtle pout. Within seconds, her eyes began to redden as she nodded along to the gradually harsher critiques, evidently trying to compose herself.

Alexis knew this wasn’t going to go well. At all.

Backstage, Farrah was immediately in floods, the other girls gathered around her as she sobbed, clearly heartbroken at having let her idols down in a challenge she was so earnestly excited about. Alexis reflected on that for a second; earnest. That’s really what Cameron was. He was earnestly excited about life, he was being honest when he sobbed, he was never there for attention, never there for drama; he was just trying really hard to navigate such an intense experience so young. This thought made Alexis a bit angry; there was Cameron, trying his absolute best to earn the approval of his idols week after week and being so helplessly shot down and feeling so alone, his tiny frame sobbing about them ‘not liking anything’ he did, his distress so raw and evident the other girls rallied around him with sighs and compassionate ‘oh’s.

Eureka was coddling him with reassurances as though he was a small child, his sobbing breaking out again as Valentina petted his knee. The room broke into laughter after her sniffled confession of her highlighter-related upset, the mood lifting slightly before her face crumpled in reflecting upon the upcoming lip-sync.

…

In terms of said lip-sync, Alexis thought, her back against the wall, eyes fixated on Farrah’s perked ass wiggling back and forth and hoping that it was too dark for the cameras to clock it, Farrah seemed to be doing okay.

She could win with her baby doll shtick, her sultry yet innocent look and purposeful movements serving her well. She would have died against Aja, but Cynthia seemed to be a bit all over the place. Or maybe that was what Alexis was trying to tell herself. She clutched the fabric of her stupid goddamn dress as the music drew to a close, heart drumming faster and faster.

Farrah’s waterworks had turned on again almost immediately, clearly overwhelmed and afraid of her potential to fail at such a crucial moment. Alexis had to resist the urge to go over there herself and gather her up in her arms and pepper her face with kisses until she was chirping and laughing as she always was.

In a tense moment, Alexis held her breath in shaken anticipation. This was it.

Or it wasn’t.

Appearing like some sort of angel sent from a higher power, a shadow darted up to Ru, the queen excusing herself, leaving confusion in her wake. The queens looked at each other and murmured things around her, but Alexis was fixated on Farrah, whose small frame was rasping with nerves, her face contorted, her brain clearly a mess. Alexis couldn’t help but think it was cruel to leave her standing there, her tear tracks staining her cheeks as she stood so vulnerable after maybe the most intense experience of her life.

With her arrival, Ru called Eureka forward. Alexis froze. For a second, there was a realisation that maybe Farrah wasn’t in danger after all. Cruel to say, but with Eureka’s announced departure, relief washed over Alexis like a wave, she was drowning in some sort of elation she had to hide. Farrah’s ugly whale-like sobs breaking the stunned silence, surprisingly comforting in having a source of laughter to diffuse such a situation. Hugs followed, Eureka assured with an invitation for next season. … And like that, it was over. Farrah had calmed considerably, the occasional tear dribbling down as she walked on her bambi legs to the coach for the hotel, trembling. She clung to Alexis’ black fur overcoat, breathing heavily as Alexis propped her up and guided her on-board, the crew waving them off. Sat next to the window, Farrah was cuddled into Alexis’ shoulder, her highlighter no doubt rubbing off on the fur. Alexis didn’t particularly care, grateful for Farrah’s heavy breathing and warmth against her side as she stared off into the night of LA, the street lights flashing past as if in a dream. The coach was silent, Farrah occasionally wriggling closer, fidgeting and sighing into Alexis’ neck.

Once at the hotel, everyone began to file off in a zombie-like state. Alexis shook Farrah’s shoulder in an attempt to rouse her, whispering; “Cameron, c’mon, we’ve gotta go, we’re here now.” with some semblance of urgency. Farrah engaged slightly, her eyes widening and closing again as she pouted;

“’m tired, carry me?”

Alexis briefly considered refusing, but instead sighed and huffed while saying, “alright, okay, arms up.” The thoughts running through her head being over how ludicrous the whole situation was. Farrah complied, arms linking around Alexis’ neck, Alexis lifting her as though it was nothing, her arms supporting the backs of her knees and upper arm cradling her head as she nuzzled into Alexis’ soft jacket. Struggling down the aisle and dropping heavily off the bus, Alexis carried Farrah across the freezing parking lot, tightening her grip as if to protect her from the cold and into the hotel.

A member of the crew tried to interject as Alexis stalked towards the lift, reaching out to try and remove Farrah from her arms. Alexis flinched away, hands curling possessively around the boy he carried, glaring at the crew member from his position in the lift.

Upon arrival at the floor of the rooms, Alexis was surprised to find an absence of patrolling. Were they really that far behind the others? Regardless, Alexis wriggled Farrah around and whispered, ‘hey, which one is your room?’ determined to get her safe and warm as soon as she could.

Farrah’s wide blue eyes opened and met his, filling again as he begged; “Please, I don’t wanna be alone tonight… Can I sleep with you?”

That inherent vulnerability, matched with a tiny, hopeful smile as his grip around his neck tightened and he lay so easily in his arms… Alexis couldn’t say no. He couldn’t. That desire to protect Cameron overpowered his rational thoughts of the torture the night might bring.

And like the dominant force he was, he made the decision to swing into room 203 quickly, slamming the door open lest a crew member materialise and send Farrah away.

Upon his entering to the hotel room, Alexis proceeded in dropping Farrah unceremoniously onto the bed like hot lead iron as he realised the gravity of the situation he had placed himself in. He had voluntarily put himself in a room with Cameron, of whom he had some… noticeable feelings for, at night time, with one bed between them, and Cameron being well… Cameron.

Whining, Cameron - who was still Farrah, in full makeup- sat up and frowned at Alexis, who was still also in full drag. Running into the bathroom, Alexis threw some makeup remover at Farrah, who threw himself back onto the bed with a huff and a, “’m too tired Alex, can you do it?”

Alexis was incredulous, “Me do what?”

Farrah groaned, “My makeup, take off my makeup! Please?”

Alexis, being the sucker he was (and the gravity of his appeasing Cameron only just dawning on him) grabbed a makeup wipe and began scrubbing away at Cameron’s slowly emerging face. He swiped and rubbed carefully, gently at times, rougher others, in response to Cameron’s squirming under him, his eyes screwed shut and wriggling increasing when he seemed displeased with the amount of force Alexis was applying.

This wasn’t really the place Alexis wanted to be five minutes into the night; hovering over Cameron as he squirmed beneath him, murmuring in his fatigue, Alexis slowly realising he had an ever-growing problem he’d be hard pressed to hide.

Once deciding, ‘this’ll do’ and quickly as he could storming into the bathroom to remove his own makeup, he attempted to dress quickly into his pyjama bottoms as to hide himself in his embarrassed state… or maybe just wait it out; shut himself in the bathroom all night, sleep in the bath?

“Alex?”

No such luck then. Sticking his head round the door, he saw Cameron sulking from his position on the bed, eyes boring into Alex’s.

“I don’t have my pyjamas, Alex.”

Oh.

Great.

“You can, um… you can wear mine?”, Alex’s voice was shrill with tension

“I can? Really?! Wow, thanks Alex!”, Cameron’s eyes crinkled as he grinned excitedly at Alex, his glee unashamed as he jumped off the bed and ran to the closet, rummaging noisily through the hangers.

Alex sighed and returned to the bathroom, preoccupying himself with cleaning out the already clean bathtub, his thoughts desperately trying to wander to something other than Cameron wearing his clothes, Cameron in his room, Cameron in his bed.

Not helping, he thought as he desperately palmed his erection through his sweatpants in some feeble attempt to calm himself down.

“Hey Alex, is this okay?”

Alex spun around, face red and catching site of Cameron standing nervously in the doorway, tugging at Alex’s shirt that was dropping off his slim shoulders, just brushing his upper thighs. Cameron yawned and rubbed his eyes in a way that really shouldn’t have been sexy as he hummed. Alex’s pants tightened uncomfortably.

“‘M tired now Alex, come to bed?”

And there it was, that strangely domestic line making him bristle as he grunted in response. After splashing his face with water, he followed Cameron into the room, Cameron already in bed, smiling drowsily at him.

Alex climbed hesitantly in next to him, as far away as is humanly possible, lying on his back, stiff as a board and playing nervously with the sheets. He reached over and switched off the lamp, hoping the darkness would offer relief. Cameron shuffled closer.

“I’m cold, Alex”

Alex had frozen, did he have to be such a tease? Did he know? Was he doing it on purpose?

Alex felt a cold finger poke his side.

“Alex?”

‘Alex this, Alex that,’ he thought, ‘Jesus’. He replied, his voice hoarse, “yeah, okay Cameron, I know.”

Cameron seemed to take this as a sort of permission, rolling ever close until pressed up against his side, warmth bleeding through Alex’s pyjama shirt. Alex hoped he couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating.

Cameron’s arm was thrown over his chest, leg suddenly hooked over his own, crotch pressed into his hip. Alex glanced downwards at Cameron, his eyes already closed and cheek squished up against his shirt, breathing already calmer and face serene

That lithe body radiated heat and that distinctly Cameron smell; sweet but earthy. Alex sighed to himself rigidly, glaring up at the ceiling he could faintly make out. He was still hard, resigning himself to the fate of uncomfortably aroused sleep, trying desperately not think certain things when Cameron would let out an uncomfortable whine or wriggle closer, pressing his crotch into Alex’s hip or cuddle closer.

After what seemed like years, Alex fell into a fitful, tense slumber.

…

Stirring from his sleep, Alex was alarmed to discover that it was still dark outside. He was also alarmed to note that Cameron had moved positions quite significantly, his backside now against Alex’s crotch area, which had been alerted to the position and was firmly ready for action. Alex’s face burned, trying to shift backwards to his place on the bed, but Cameron was dead weight on one arm, gripping the other and his legs entangled with his.

In his attempts to slide backwards subtly, Cameron had let out a moan, burying his face in Alex’s arm and perky ass firmly pressing harder backwards, wriggling himself against Alex’s erection.

Alex’s breath stopped, teeth gnashed as he held back a groan. The movement continued, Cameron in his sleep rubbing back and forth over Alex’s length, the friction torturing Alex into heavy breaths, allowing his hips to jerk forward slightly.

Cameron sighed, “Alex…”

Suddenly, it all became too much. The heat, the tension, the smell of Cameron’s hair overcrowding him.

“Cameron,” he hissed, “hey, wake up!”

Cameron startled awake with a shake, clearly confused with a voice thick with sleep;

“Huh? Alex? Oh-”

Cameron had registered the hardness pressed so firmly against him, and stilled himself, his breathing heavy in the silence of the room. This was really bad, Alex thought. He felt dirty, perverted for enjoying Cameron’s vulnerability, he felt like he’d taken advantage of him. What would Cameron think of him now? He’d probably leave so fast there’d be a Cameron-shaped hole in the wall, shouting assault to the crew.

There was a moment of thick, thick suspense. Alex held his breath.

Then Cameron, in the slightest of movements, ground his hips backwards, his bubbly ass taunting him for the last time.

Alex’s restraint snapped.

He flipped Cameron onto his back, hands pinning his to the sides and slammed his mouth down onto his. Cameron kissed back feverishly, breaths escaping him raggedly as his arms struggled out of his grasp and came to pull desperately at his hair. Alex’s hands traced down and down, thumbing his pebbling nipples harshly through his borrowed shirt, Cameron gasping and screwing his eyes shut through the kiss.

Alex rubbed his thumbs over Cameron’s hips, breaking the kiss. He began to press hard kisses over Cameron’s jaw and down to his pale neck, stopping to suck and bite as Cameron whined, hips thrusting upwards.

“Alex, please…” Cameron groaned as he turned his head to the side, watching Alex’s hand dip beneath his underwear waistband teasingly from his splayed position on the pillows, only to circle around his protruding hip bones again.

Alex watched him with a sly smirk, “Please what, baby?”

Cameron simply whined in response, huffing and pressing his prominent erection upwards into Alex’s hand.

Alex sniggered slightly, leaning forward to press a kiss next to Cameron’s ear, whispering to him, “C’mon baby, use your words for me.”

Cameron’s eyes were glazed over, his hair splayed out across the hotels pillow, lithe body squirming as Alex brushed his cock through his boxers teasingly. Cameron opened his swollen lips, words spilling out in a breathy, desperate sigh; “Alex, please, please touch me, I need it so bad”

And there it was. Alex rewarded him with a quick tug to his cock, resting hot and heavy in his hand, Cameron arching upwards, the shirt riding up to reveal his porcelain-skin stomach, taut with tension as he grabbed Alex to bring him back down for a kiss.

Alex rubbed his hand upwards, thumb brushing over the tip, rubbing over the pre-cum slicked head as Cameron clutched at the sheets, whimpering.

“That feel good, hmm, baby? Yeah?”

Cameron nodded feebly, panting.

“You’re so good for me, such a good boy, hey?”

Alex’s tone was teasing as he continued his long and languid strokes up and down, taking his sweet time, enjoying the view of Cameron sprawled out, so needy for him, in his own shirt.

“You know… you’re such a goddamn tease!”, Alex’s hand sped up, biting harshly at Cameron’s neck. “You wanted this all day, didn’t you? The piggy back rides, the cuddling, the crying, that rubbing of your cute little ass on me all night… you wanted me to take care of you, you wanted me to pin you down and make you feel good.”

Cameron was getting close, his eyes spilling tears feebly as he bucked upwards, mewling urgently

“Such a cry-baby, ham? Oh baby, it’s okay, I’m taking care of you… Do you wanna come for me? Do you wanna come for Daddy?”

Cameron pulled Alex close, smashing their lips together frantically as his toes curled, sobbing into Alex’s feverish kisses as he came, Alex teasing and stroking him through his orgasm.

Finally, Cameron had calmed down and Alex looked down at him, his body covered in a sheen of sweat, lying bonelessly on the bed, tears drying on his face, sniffling but smiling shyly. Alex snorted as Cameron peeked at him, face reddening.

“Hey, hey, you’re embarrassed? C’mon baby, you wanna get cleaned up?”

Cameron nodded as his smile became more prominent, Alex hoisting his limp form into his arms and carrying him to the bathroom. Cameron sat on the floor, exhausted as the bath filled. Alex lowered him into the warm water after tossing the cum-stained shirt into the corner.

Cameron yawned as Alex rubbed him down gently with soap suds, pressing gentle kisses to the back of his neck, Cameron squirming and giggling. Alex dried him off carefully and eventually got him back into bed, covering the pair in the duvet as Cameron resumed his incessant cuddling. The pair finally dozed off after Cameron sought out a goodnight kiss.

#farrah moan #alexis michelle #smut #moulinmousse #tw daddy kink #rpdr fanfiction #submission #farralexis #canon compliant #s9 #on set fic

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bookiplier-and-terror · 8 years ago

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so many nastiesssssss…

(by the way, i don’t wish anything upon these guys. i love them dearly and it’s merely me expressing my kink)

Okay, but Ethan being fed all these fattening foods by Mark and Tyler encouraging the whole thing? Like one day Ethan tries to put on the maroon jeans he loves so much and he cant get them to close so he wears a baggy shirt to cover it until Tyler notices. Tyler notices and calls him a little piggy, Ethan blushing really bad and hides his stomach and Mark just loves up on him and feeds him until the shirt is tight on him. (Ethan really likes namecalling in this, so tyler’s calling him a pig, “”fa/t-sham//ing”” him and mark joins in after a little while and smiles when Ethan lets out a moan when Tyler smacks his tum lightly and calls him a pig)

Mark kinda keeping up with making the foods for Ethan and not even realizing that his own pants are tightening until one day he puts on a pair of skinny jeans, buttons them, sits down and notices the button is on the other side of the room. He doesn’t anything about it. He just thinks that they were an old pair that he forgot to get rid of because the boi is strong and got big thighs, but Amy notices when his shirts are a little bit tighter than normal, showing off his little tummy and thighs getting a bit bigger than they were. (it’s an indicator that he’s gaining weight because she can start to see the divet where his belly button is and keeps it to herself). Tyler notices because Mark is now matching the amount of food now-pudgy Ethan eats and when they can’t wear their fave jeans, they know something is up. Mark already doesn’t wear a shirt around the house so it’s been blatantly obvious that he’s been gaining weight and Tyler sees EVERYTHING. Amy teases Mark about it and at the same time she finds it really cute. He gets all flustered when she touches his tum. He’s glad his face cam doesn’t go down far enough for the fans to see his tummy because they would f l i p. When he does challenges, he’s skeptical and keeps asking if the camera shows him at an unflattering angle while Ethan prances around in his new chubby bod and Tyler just eats i t u p. Mark feels like something is wrong when no matter how much he exercises, his still gains weight and his lil tum turns to a big one bc of all the eating he does in the recording booth and at lunch/dinner and it starts to show. Tyler starts noticing something is wrong when the portion sizes get smaller and he asks “are you trying to starve yourself” and doubles the sizes so he knows Mark won’t have a choice but to finish his plate (he’s a stubborn person. Give him a plate of food and he will devour it all even if he’s full.) Tyler basically makes so much more food that he’s guilting Ethan and Mark to eat more.

Amy thinking it’s hella cute when Mark can’t move from the table and rubs his tummy and calls him her big boy and comments with “this is a good size for you” and cuddles him all the time because she’s tiny and always cold and he’s big and super warm. Amy can’t keep her hands off Mark and she says that he turns her on even more like this and he’s just like “If she gets turned on by this, then this means better sex. Better sex means more sex, and more sex could mean children. I like kids, she likes kids *gasp* WE COULD START A FAMILY BECAUSE I’M GETTING FAT” (related to the sex) Mark getting bashful when Amy asks to ride him and she looks at him with doe eyes all like “can I please ride you Markimoo?” and the one nickname turns into her calling him a cow and he loves it. Mark going with whatever she wants bc he can’t move a whole lot without being worn out so when she rides him, he makes all these cute little noises that make her come faster than anything.

((lowkey sept//iplier)) Jack teasing Mark over a skype call and Mark stands up, lifts his shirt like “It’s not funny, look!” and Jack goes “yeah, not funny, but you’re fucking adorable!”

(back to the button incident) when Mark first starts getting bigger, he wouldn’t notice at the button incident, rather during a challenge and he has to squat to get something, there’s a huge rip, Amy gasps and everyone sees his boxers and he’s like “wtf”. Amy and Ethan start snickering, Tyler lets loose his laugh™ and everyone but Mark starts giggling at how embarrassed he is. Amy claps a hand on his shoulder and says “it’s okay, those parts were going to rip anyway because they’re so old” and just saving his ass from embarrassment instead of taunting like “didn’t I buy those for you last week?” Amy keeping the embarrassment to when they’re alone, so she’ll corner him and ask how much he’s eating, then his mind would go fuzzy when she starts sucking him off and when he stutters out “I-I don’t know… a-a lot apparently” she moans and lets him moan.

((yikes more sept//iplier)) Mark sees Jack for the first time after gaining a ton of weight and when he’s at the airport to get Jack, a ton of girls “accidentally” brush up against him because it’s December, people are coming home for the holidays, they’re in Ohio for a charity event, and these girls are “cold” and the fans just stay by his sides because he’s hella warm. Jack doesn’t recognize him at first and asks if it was a joke that he was bigger.

(back to chubby Ethan because that’s the shit) Ethan tries to sit on Tyler’s lap and hears a little groan from behind him. He asks if Ty’re okay and he says “yeah, just got a bone from my baby boy”. Ethan wiggling his big butt on Tyler’s lap, sighing contently when he finds the “perfect spot” (Ty’s dick right between his cheeks) and lets Ty rut against him and moan into his shoulder. “You like that?”

Mark feeling Amy run her hands up and down his thick bod while they’re cuddling and he lets her feel his cock harden against her thigh and she just fucking M E L T S and whines, saying that she “wants to ride her boy’s fat cock”.

Tyler noticing that Mark and Ethan start wearing less and less clothing around the house and Mark continually eats snacks when he’s not recording and Tyler notices that there aren’t any leftovers when they have dinner because Ethan and Mark like to eat late at night when no one is up. As revenge, Amy and Tyler make all these really good fatty recipes for dinner and Mark end one night with “I think I over did it, I can’t move” and Amy tackles him. (sex being the actions following the tackle)

#i'm so sorry #👽peebs👽#🤽🏼‍♂️ty🤽🏼‍♂️#💎eth💎#🔥meme king🔥#🏳tum stuff🏳

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Completely Harmless Ch. 33

Completely Harmless An SSO SilverGlade Re-imagining Story (Or Fix it Fan Salt fic) By Ginny O.

When Lily and her friends wanted to buy horses and were directed to the Silverglade Manor and its myriad of problems, they didn’t expect to start a revolution. They were just a bunch a stable girls. Completely harmless. Right?

A/N: Things are only canon if I say they’re canon. Pre-Saving the Moorland Stables compliant for the most part. Posted in its entirety on my website. Posted in 2000 to 4000 word bits here. Rated T for Swearing Word Count 177,577

Chapter Thirty-Three Rainbow CRASH!!

The first day of Rainbow Week couldn’t have dawned any better. Clear skies, warm breezes, everything looked like it was going to go off without a hitch. The girls scrambled through the daily chores and then dressed in outfits for a day of having fun.

They stood in a circle and put their hands on top of each other.

“Right, girls, time for fun,” Regina said.

“Get ready to party!” Brittany shouted.

“Go Silver Drakes!” They shouted and raised their hands together. “Whee!”

“To Moorland!” Tyra pointed.

“To Moorland!” They all agreed as they mounted their horses and rode out.

The main part of Moorland’s festivities were taking place at the festival area. So, that’s where they went. First stop, they went to the tent to choose what friendship bracelet they wanted for their charm bracelets. There were two different rainbow styles to choose from and one that was hearts.

They would have to talk to Jenna at the stable to get their charm though.

They took photos at the selfie wall, browsed the Jojo and Rainbow Week shop. It had clothes and mysterious powders for their horses and interesting tack. They made bows and put them on at the crafting stall.

There was a large table where they could make and write Rainbow themed Friendship Cards for everyone. That took the longest, and was perhaps the most fun. They made them for everyone in their Clubs and the other Clubs. They even made them for the Bobcats, because no one wanted to be mean. It was Rainbow Week. Embrace the power of friendship! There were huge sacks of letters they stuck theirs in to go to the post office later.

And then when Jojo got on for her first set, they went and did a line dance in the front row.

Jojo jumped up and down she was so happy to see them and insisted for the second song that they dance with her. Which was tons of fun.

They promised her to come back later to listen to a full set.

They had just enough time to get their bow charm from Jenna before joining the parade to go to Fort Pinta!

Loretta insisted Lily ride with her. “Tan’s outfits were a disaster,” she said.

“Which is why you’re wearing the black on black,” Lily observed. The vest and capri pants had rainbow piping, and there was a rainbow bow at their necks.

“It was so tacky. I told her that next year, I’ll have someone else do the Festival grounds if she can’t focus on decorating and coming up with a reasonable design.” Loretta rolled her eyes.

‘I’m sure she tried her best. Rainbow is challenging.”

“Well, this was like a rainbow puked over everything. So not tres chic. We have fashion police on Jorvik and I don’t want to be arrested!”

“I don’t think that’s what the fashion police do.”

Loretta gave her a long look. “Nobody is supposed to know what the Fashion Police do. They’re, they’re this secret agency that we know exists. Think of all the Fashion crime they’re stopping by merely existing. Do you want to wear 100% polyester? The Fashion Police put a stop to that,” Loretta shuddered.

“For being secret, you know a lot about them.”

“Look, Tan might want to be a fashion designer, but I think I’m a top pick for the Fashion Police if I can’t make it in Eventing. I have studied everything. Fashion history. Fashion laws. I know it.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine at it,” Lily said trying to hide her dubiousness. Okay then. “Whatever you end up doing, that is.”

“I’ll win the eventing circuit in Jorvik if Anne Von Blissen doesn’t come back. Just watch me,” Loretta tossed her head. “I’m a shoo in. And, between you and I, I’m prettier than Anne. And everyone thought she was going to be a model before she went after the dressage circuit. Then, she’s gone. You know what I think.”

“No. I’m not psychic.”

“I think she was losing and couldn’t hack it. So she elected to disappear rather than face the shame of it all.”

“That’s a wild theory. I don’t know Anne at all.”

“She’s stuck up.”

Lily bit her tongue. That was rather hypocritical of Loretta to say.

Behind her, Pauline snorted.

“Like, Herman told her she had these fancy magic powers, that don’t exist, and I mean, she already thought she was better than the rest of us and that made it worse.” Loretta rolled her eyes. “She started hanging out with complete losers like Alex and Lisa and that nerd, Linda.”

“Isn’t Lisa a music star like Jojo?”

“She wasn’t then,” Loretta huffed. “Come on, it’s like you don’t get how this works.”

“No, Loretta. I don’t get how you do friendship,” Lily’s voice turned tart. “If I waited to be friends with someone before they were somebody, then I’d have no friends. You’re friends with Tan.”

“Tan gets it.”

The parade ended at the gates of Fort Pinta. Fortunately, because Lily was about to lose her temper. She rode straight into Fort Pinta without even saying good bye. She just, she couldn’t or else she was going to say something she’d regret later.

Pia ran over. “You came!”

Lily smiled as she looked around. There were pinatas in the trees and people of all ages lining up to look at them and take a swing to crack them open.

“Of course we came!” Pauline said. “Forgive Lily, she’s in Loretta daze.”

“Ugh. I understand. Mayor Peanut has the charms,” Pia explained. “So, you can head over and get them there.”

“The art show is,” Lily paused. “Colorful.”

Arrayed around the fountain were stands and little tents and umbrellas, all were rainbow themed, and under the rainbow themed tents and umbrellas were more, well, rainbow themed things.

Pia led them and their horses around the edge of it. DJ Kai was blasting “I Hate Plastic” in the disco. The floor lights turned random colors, the disco ball turned radiating small square lights onto the walls and the door of Disco Daze Clothes Shop.

Pia put a hand to her forehead. “I didn’t even ask for it and they, they showed up with tie dye. All of them! I mean, there’s pillows, and blankets, and wall art, and I don’t know what that is,” she gestured at something. “And t-shirts, I mean, get yourself a rainbow tie dye t-shirt.”

“We will,” one of the girls said.

Mayor Peanut had a rainbow sequin band on his new shiny black top hat. And someone, cheekily, had put a large rainbow tie around his neck.

The girls put up their horses in the stable first before coming back to see him.

James had rigged up a motion sensor and a bunch of recorded phrases it seemed as Mayor Peanut was talking almost non-stop. They got their charms, the pony head. And took selfies with him. He had a snack station too. And the tourists were using it egregiously. The girls though gave him extra scratches that he enjoyed just as much.

“It’s a good thing that James has to take him out with Fussywithers,” Tyra murmured. “Or he’d be getting fat.”

Eyes widened.

They found the backdrop near the statue and took more selfies with it.

Lily leaned against the sign as she waited her turn that explained who the statue was, one Governor Gareth. It popped open.

Lily jumped. “What in the world?” She went to close it and stopped. Inside was a round seal. She swiped it out and shut the sign up. It had a sun on it, like, the sun on Elizabeth’s dress design. It felt warm in her hand and her skin tingled. Lily glanced around. No one had noticed. She slipped the seal into her pocket. She’d show it to Linda later.

She didn’t think much of the hiding spot though.

They browsed the art show and there were purple t-shirts with rainbows on them. Of course, they bought them. The purple was a light purple and dark purple tie dye, then with the rainbow tie dyed in as well. They were perfect.

They decided they’d have to wear them the next day.

Of course, they had to dance to DJ Kai’s music and eat some cookies at the café. They stopped to look at all the cute piggies at the Pet Shop. The owner warned them that they wouldn’t be that small for long. Pigs, even dwarf pigs, could grow as tall as a person’s waist. Though normal pigs were taller than an average human.

The short take away was that pigs were big and were a commitment.

“Oh, we’re browsing,” Lily said. “Do you know anything about pet ducks?”

“No,” the owner said slowly.

“We have lots of ducks around our stable,” Linn said.

“Some of them want to adopt us,” Pauline giggled.

Once the pigs had gotten enough pets, and there was some stomach rumbling, they decided to head to the next place.

“All the sugar cookies are making me hungry!” Stacy said.

“Sugar does that,” Elsa said flatly.

They all rolled their eyes and headed to the Farmer’s Market where all the different restaurants had stands. They chose what they wanted and reconvened outside to eat in the sunshine.

They were halfway through the meal when something strange happened.

Across the Golden Fields, a rainbow appeared. Now, it didn’t appear like it shimmered into being. No. It appeared as if it had been spilled down from the sky (that was mostly clear still) and rammed into the ground.

“Is that?” Regina asked.

“Normal?” Melody finished.

“That’s not scientifically possible,” Elsa said.

It didn’t fade away either. It stayed there, exceptionally bright and vibrant.

As one, they got up and walked over finishing their meals. When they arrived at the base of the rainbow, they received no more answers.

Near the base of the rainbow pranced a being. They were dressed in a green jacket with an equally green top hat, and had two arms and two legs and one head, but that’s where the similarity to humans ended. For one, this being had grey brown fur all over their body. Their feet were cloven like a goats. They had a tail. And set in their rather beaky face were two big black eyes like, well, a spider.

“Krampus,” Brittany murmured.

They all looked at her confused.

She shrugged.

Lily approached cautiously. “Excuse us, good neighbor, is there something wrong?”

“Wrong!” The being’s voice was definitely male. “Yes. Much wrong. Rainbow crash. Rainbow gold go flying all over. Chaun flung to ground.”

“I’m sorry,” Lily said. “That sounds painful and terrifying.”

“Sounds like sabotage.”

“Brogan!” Chaun waved his fist and jumped up and down. “Brogan hate Chaun. Wants Chaun’s rainbow gold. Get gold. Chaun give gift. Gold scattered in dirt.”

The girls looked around, and sure enough, scattered around the area were piles and piles of dirt.

“So, if we go through the dirt and get the gold, you’ll give us something in return,” Lily said just to make sure.

“Fair. Chaun get gold. You get gifts.”

Right then. The little being or Krampus was gruff and short, but Lily didn’t have a reason not to think he wasn’t being honest. He was being pretty clear after all.

“And if we see Brogan?” Brittany asked.

“Capture. Bring to Chaun. Chaun deal with Brogan.”

That seemed reasonable. They didn’t want to get involved in a feud between Krampus leprechaun creatures.

The girls scattered to the different mounds to rummage through them for rainbow gold.

“Not what I thought I’d be doing today.”

Thankfully, it wasn’t difficult to find. They brought it back to Chaun who had a selection of items they could trade the gold for like he had a shop in magic space.

Chaun turned his head like a bird and seemed happy enough with what they’d returned to him. “Chaun go now.” He said and hopped onto the end of the rainbow and it drew upwards back into the sky.

“Okay, that was weird,” Lily said.

“Only on Jorvik,” Tyra said.

“Like, are we just going to accept that happened? We, we talked to a leprechaun,” Abigail waved her hands.

“Krampus,” Brittany corrected.

“Is there a difference?”

“Yes.”

“Does it matter?”

Brittany bit her lip. “For the sake of this discussion, no.”

“Right. And found his gold for him? Like, I’ve heard at gold at the end of the rainbow,” Abigail trailed off again.

“I need to wash my hands,” Lily said.

“We should pack the heavy gloves.”

“You think he’ll come back?”

“Well, he’s not the only one running around and it is Rainbow Week and if this,”

“Don’t say his name!” Brittany interrupted. “Do you want to call him to you?”

“If it makes him easier to find.”

“It’s not like the rainbow damaged anything.”

“Other than our sanity,” Elsa said.

Lily ignored them. She strode off to get her horse and headed to Steve’s farm. A quick use of the water bucket cleaned up her hands. The other girls joined her. Thankfully, they were all in short sleeves. There were some grass bits sticking to knees, but mostly they were fine. It wasn’t like the dirt had been damp.

Kate raised her brows at seeing all of them. “Do I want to know?”

“If you see a rainbow ending in a field, there’s a little guy named Chaun at the end that needs help retrieving his rainbow gold.”

“Are you ill?” Kate asked.

“You’ll see.” Lily warned. They went and got their charms, a rainbow with a cloud that now felt more ironically appropriate, from Steve. “Oh, and there might be another one named Brogan running around. I want to make a teddy bear,” she said brightly before Kate could respond and leaving her horse at the stable, she headed into town to see Daxton.

The other girls fervently agreed.

“Pack thick gloves,” Tyra warned.

Kate stared after them. “Well, that happened,” she murmured.

Making teddy bears with Daxton was soothing and grounded them back into reality. Harold had plenty of cookies for dessert. And Lance and Lillith were rocking it out on the steps of the Village Council house.

They really weren’t that bad.

They’d drawn a crowd too.

But they’d promised Jojo they’d go back and listen to her sing and sewing teddy bears by hand took a lot of time. And if they didn’t go now, they’d be late. So, they grabbed their horses and headed back to the festival area in Moorland.

On the way between Steve’s Farm and castle, one of the girls scouted a bit of red where red wasn’t supposed to be. “There he is!” She shouted.

The red thing stopped scurrying about, stiffening.

It looked almost exactly like Chaun, except it was wearing a red coat and a red felt flat topped conical hat with a long tassle.

“Get him!” Another girl shouted.

Wisely, Brogan took off at a sprint. He was fast, but the girls on their horses were faster and knew the area better.

They cut him off.

“Hello,” Lily smiled. “You must be Brogan. Chaun is unhappy with you.”

“Chaun greedy.” Brogan stomped his cloven hoof foot and then jumped up and down. “Keeps all rainbow gold for himself. Brogan likes gold too. It shiny!”

“Uh huh, it’s not nice to crash his rainbow though.”

“Brogan get rainbow gold,” Brogan said with a smirk showing off his pointy teeth.

“Red cap,” Brittany breathed in horror.

“I thought Chaun was a Krampus.”

“This is a Red Cap type Krampus.”

“Do you mean fae?”

Brittany waved a hand at the other girl when she realized Brogan was staring at her.

Lily cleared her throat.

“Help Brogan!” Brogan wheedled. “Get gifts in exchange for rainbow gold.”

The girls pursed their lips and looked at each other.

Brogan wanted dandelions. Not that he would explain what he wanted dandelions for. They needed to bring him dandelions.

Lily was suspicious. But they went and got him some dandelions.

As soon as he got them, Brogan cackled and disappeared with a pop.

“Oh, that!” Regina waved her arms.

Brittany sighed. “He wasn’t very specific was he.”

“Oh, I will nail his little hooves to the floor.”

“That will kill him,” Brittany sing songed.

“So, they are fae.”

Brittany shrugged. “They didn’t lie. I’d say they might as well be fae.”

“Well, we’ll have to be quicker if we see him again,” Lily said.

They rejoined the now much larger crowd. Jojo’s last set went through sundown and the sky turned dark. They used their cellphone lights like lighters, and waved them in the air. As she finished her last song, a huge display of fireworks went off behind the Silverglade Castle.

Jojo jumped and spun around. Her eyes widened. She squealed and waved her arms about how awesome it was. They overheard her say she couldn’t believe they’d done a rainbow themed fireworks show just for her.

Lily rolled her eyes. They’d given Jojo a schedule. The fireworks had been on the schedule.

No one was willing to burst Jojo’s bubble and tell her it wasn’t.

FOR THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGES PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE MY WATERMARK AND CONTACT INFORMATION. THANK YOU. I get it. Some of you might get excited and want to see this stuff in the game, especially the clothes, tack, and pets. However, the only way I want to see this in the game is if I get paid for it. If I see it in the game and I’m not paid for it, there will be hell to pay. You think I’m salty. I’d be angry. Personally, I’m not going to send this info to SSO. If you do, leave my contact information there! Don’t give them any excuses to steal.

Now, I’ll know you haven’t read this note if you leave me comments about how ‘salty’ I am about the game and if I hate it so much I should do something else. I am doing something else. It’s called Mystic Riders MMORPG Project. Mystic Riders however is a very baby phase game. You can check out our plans on the game dev blog. (Skills, Factions, Professions, Crafting, Mini-Games, 25+ horse breeds!) If you know anyone who would be interested and has money or contacts about game making, direct them to the blog.

#star stable #star stable online #sso #fan fic #jorvik reimagined #star stable salt #rainbow week #silverglade reimagined #completely harmless #many nods to ruth westside #Brogan is mine

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thicckittyyy · 6 years ago

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WHAT I DO FOR LEISURE :)

Okay, so most of my friends know that I’m not really into writing stuffs (just wanna put it out there lol). Though, I like discovering cool things while having fun around the city and I’m a huge fan of photography too. I love taking photos of ANYTHING about urban lifestyle, food, makeup, you know, those “millenial” stuffs lol. But basically I’m just a yuppy with an SLR, so I thought why not just put up a blog.

Well, here goes nothing. Wish me luck! >.<

I’ve always had that feeling like I need to document all of the photos I take and share it to my friends, heck, to the world. Like, why not spread news about a new hang out spot, new ideas, new products, and the GOOD VIBES, right?

(Excuse our faces, we just came from work. Lol)

Like most people, or at least most filipinos like me and my gals, we just go out during or after the salary day haha. Why? because first, we’re on a budget. We can’t just run around breaking the piggy bank *oink oink*. After all, we’re here to work, save moolah, so when we get home to The Philippines, we’re gonna have the time of our lives! YASSS #partyanimals

Secondly, we run a tight schedule. Working 12 hr shifts in a roughly 18-20+ days in a month isn’t really something fun. We’re physically, emotionally, and mentally stressed so most of us are extremely tired even on our rest days. Not to mention, doing house chores. So whenever I hit my friends up like “Hey! Mall today?” err guess what?..... a rain check. -_-

Lastly, an honest truth, there’s really not a lot of fun stuffs to do here unlike back in the Philippines where you can just get off work and go to a bar or a beach, get wasted, and go back to work the next day with a hangover. *ssshhhhh*. jk.

(The Pumpkin Spice is back y’all!)

So you might wonder, what do we do to chill over here. Well, for me at least, I try to stay fun and sane by going to the mall, have dinner with friends, and for the most part, SHOP. Nothing fancy. I’ve just always been a city girl anyway and most girls like me have the blue print of these places inside our heads, haha. It’s our comfort zone, we just know it from A to Z. Talk about special talent. <3

My favorite go-to place is Hayat or Danube Mall, the one next to Sahara Mall which is just 20 minutes away from my house. Grab an iced coffee, have a “chismis” with whoever is available on that day, take a stroll, window shop, and if you’re like me, buying make-up or anything for skin care. Lol.

Now, let’s talk about the latter. if you’re a big fan of MAC, (aside from we’ll be very good gal pals) do you know that they have a promo this month? They’re selling all their bestsellers in MINI VERSION which means you only get to pay LESS THAN half of the original prices. Cool, RIGHT?!

Name it! They’re Fix Plus, strobe light primer, mascaras, even their concealers I think. And of course, their highly pigmented and topnotch lipstick shades like RUBY WOO, WHIRL, MEHR, AND VELVET TEDDY!! Gah, I just couldn’t resist!

Love, my friend who’s wearing the blue scarf in the first pic, even told me that I totally change my personality whenever I step into a make up store. Lol. (Don’t worry, I don’t have a split personality disorder... NOT YET lol). Because I entered the mall with a totally calm me, and a minute after seeing the store, I went coo coo! >.<

So, can you IMAGINE how I reacted when I saw this?! haha. #crazy

The small versions are being sold for only 49sr (around 680 pesos). The upsides are: it’s the best especially if you don’t wanna commit into buying a regular, bigger one which is around 110sr (1,500 pesos more or less), and it’s more travel friendly.

Compared to the original packages above, the mini version looks super cute next to them. I purchased the shade called “Velvet Teddy” which I’ve been planning to buy but never did. I wish I could swatch and show it to you, but I’d rather apply it with my full make up on instead of just wasting a sample on my hand or arm. It’s tiny that I can’t afford to waste a dang swipe! haha! sorry x

To put a cherry on top, there are a couple of other makeup brands that are sitting right next to MAC. My friends went bonkers to the popular Korean Brand ETUDE HOUSE while I pranced my way to NYX with the following words that rang inside my head: “Dear gawd, please, stop me!!!!! This is soooooo not planned.” hahaha

Naturally, I got another product. T_T

They’re not as expensive as the high-end brands out there, with a price tag of only 35sr and are re-usable too, I just couldn’t stop myself from grabbing these wispy lashes! They’re not mink, nope, but they look as gorgeous!

The next thing I know, the cashier was already handing out the change into my hand. Perhaps you’ve heard about cliché: “it’s so bad but it feels sooo good”? Coz that’s exactly how I felt at that moment, I totally lost control of myself. AGAIN.

*Great job, kitty, giving in to temptation is exactly your forté.*

So, anywho, that’s it for now. Remember, the promo in Mac is only for the month of September according to the MAC sales rep (but they may extend it for the next months) and it’s okay to treat yo self from time to time kids! haha till the next! x - Kitty

#mac nurse malling shopping filipinaoverseas nurses amateur photography citylife urbanlife riyadh saudi saudilife nurseinsaudi

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greggeverman-blog · 7 years ago

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Star Trek, Another Generation. 2. Not the Captain who knows the Captain

'Well’, Captain Mclintrix thought as he peered out through the thick electricity bars of his prison cell. ‘That pathetic runt wasn’t kidding when he said he’d get me thrown in the “piggy bank”.’ Just two weeks after the incident Starfleet approached him to place him under house arrest at his home in Denver, Colorado. He quickly learned what the charge was: Forcing an inferior officer into a situation which was proven to be unsafe! Not long after that, here he was aboard the USS CALLAHAN prison barge! ‘Oh, the nerve of that box-eared punk!’ he thought to himself, steaming with rage. ‘It sure didn’t make much difference to him what was the truth, did it! If I ever get out of here I’m gonna pound him!’ And, in his defence, it wasn’t just the injustice of it all that bugged the ex-captain, actually it was more the taste of the prison food that was getting to him. ‘Somewhere between Klingon Gobik juice and unsalted chocolate!’ he thought, trying to scrape the unsavoury flavour off his tongue with his teeth. But it stuck on like mustard on his captain’s uniform. (That yellow shirt had actually been white when he got it.) “Get used to it, little fish”, the big, ugly-looking Bejoran prisoner said to him through mouthfuls of the stuff. He and Mclintrix were cellmates. “It may not seem good at first, but you’ll learn to hate the taste eventually.” “Its not the only thing in this cell that I hate!” the ex-captain erupted on him. “The fact that YOU’RE still locked up in here means you’re a giver-upper!” “Giver-upper?” the alien retorted, almost laughing. “Yeah! It means you give up on a lot of things! NOT EVERYTHING THOUGH!” (He was leaving the back door open, just in case) “Why don’t you just eat your lunch, sonny?” was the Bajoran’s irritated reply as he dug into his own slop. “Not until you say you’re sorry!” he responded harshly. “I’m not sorry- WHAT!? Sorry for what!?” “Existing! You’re nothing but a…uh…giving-up guy!” The ugly alien looked like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You mean a ‘quitter’?” “NO!” “Yes, you do.” “NO I DON’T!! ‘Cause YOU made that word up!” The guy went back to his lunch, rolling his eyes. “Just eat some slop, ok”, he finally said. “I WONT!” he shouted back. “I hate that stuff!” “I love it”, was the alien’s sarcastic reply. “You do!?” Mclintrix answered astounded. (Sarcasm was obviously not something he understood too well.) “No”, he replied, squinting his eyes in disbelief. “Then why did you just say you did!?” the ex-captain thundered. “I know I heard you just say you did! Don’t even think of denying it! Don’t even THINK!!” He folded his arms confidently. “I’m WAY too smart to fall for something so stupid!” The Bejoran decided to just ignore him for awhile. After a half-hour of trying every single means at his disposal to find a way out, Mclintrix finally sat down on the cot next to his cellmate. “I couldn’t find the way out”, he said. “No!?? Really!??” he replied humorously. “I’ve been in this cell 20 years! And you didn’t think I’d searched everywhere by now-!?” Mclintrix wasn’t paying any attention, and interrupted him by asking, “So, what’s the way out?” Just then the sound of the guard- a tall, scrawny human man- approaching with their dinners could be heard. He opened the cell door with his phaser trained on the two of them. “Supper is served!” he exclaimed, coming in with two bowls in his hand. “Hey, Marty?” the Bejoran asked him. “The new goof here (he jabbed a thumb) wants to know the way out?” He grinned. The guard smiled all over. Looking over at the ex-captain, he replied, “Oh, why, it’s right out the front door here.” He gestured a hand. Mclintrix couldn’t believe his luck. He smirked and scoffed at the Bejoran. “‘No way out’, huh? Fool!” He pranced his way out of the open door… The guard blasted him with his phaser- set to stun! He then belly laughed. “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! What a wonderful moron!” He finally recovered himself and tossed Mclintrix back in. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you, Stupid, that no one has ever escaped this perfect prison?” Mclintrix was mad- especially after being lied too! “Until today!” he retorted. He was interrupted by another chorus of laughs from both of them. “I like this twerp, Lab!” the guard exclaimed to the Bejoran. “I don’t!” he responded. They both broke into uproarious laughing. “You won’t be laughing so smart-like when I walk right out that open door!” Mclintrix retorted hotly. “Try it, dopey!” Mclintrix did. The guard blasted him again. “Any more bright ideas, little piggy?” he asked as the ex-captain slumped back onto his cot. Mclintrix had another idea. He tried the same thing again later when the guard came to give them their midnight snack. Once again that fateful shrieking/gagging sound of the phaser knocked him back onto his cot. When he awoke again the next morning the Bejoran just shook his head at him. “Got a real plan to get out, kid?” he asked humorously. Mclintrix held his throbbing head for a while. Suddenly he slowly grinned as an idea dawned upon him. “Yeah…I do”, was his reply.

Later, the guard showed up to give them their 10 o’clock special- weenies and beanies. As soon as he opened the door Mclintrix shot out past him and made a break for the exit two hundred yards away. Needless to say, that didn’t work. AAAAAUUUUHH! the phaser sounded. Two hours later he awoke on his cell cot to the sound of the guard opening the door. “Lunch time, folks!” he exclaimed. Mclintrix was on him in an instant! …And back off, lying upon the ground at his feet, an instant later. “You know, Mclintrix, I’m getting just an eensey-weensey bit sick of these pathetic escape attempts of yours”, he stated, shaking his head. All of a sudden Mclintrix found the strength in his arms to seize the guy’s boots and attempt to bite them! That familiar howl from the phaser sounded again. AAAUUUUUUUUUHHHHH! His eyes popped open hours later upon hearing someone walking past the cell. He dived off his cot past the eye-rolling Bejoran, reached the bars in an instant, and reached out both arms to try and seize whoever it was! It turned out to be the guard! AAAAAAUUUUUUHH! Two hours after that his eyes popped open again. Just as he was about to spring off his cot, the guard, who was already in the cell, blasted him. AAAUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!

Later. Mclintrix plopped himself down beside the ugly Bejoran, who was reading a data-recorder book. “Well, Labby. I tried to get out, but I couldn’t.” “No kidding”, he remarked. “You are correct. I was not kidding.” The ugly alien went back to his reading. “So”, Mclintrix began, trying to be sociable. “What’s your name, Lab?” “You just said it”, he replied lazily. “No, what’s your full name?” Lab looked a bit nervous. “Doesn’t matter”, he said after a long pause. He attempted to continue his reading, but the ex-captain didn’t go anywhere. “Know what I think?” Mclintrix began. “I think you’re one of those stupid, silent types who doesn’t tell anyone his name to make himself look tough.” “No!” he complained. “Its not that at all!” he looked away. “It’s uh…it’s not that.” Mclintrix began to grin. “What!?” Lab exclaimed, throwing his book down. Mclintrix just kept grinning. “Look…” the guy began. “It’s embarrassing, yeah! But that doesn’t mean-” “You think it rhymes with Laboratory!” Mclintrix interrupted. “That’s why you don’t use your full name, Mister Lab-rat Tory!” The guy’s eyes opened wide. “What-you…you think that’s what it is!?” “I know it, Lab-rat Tory!” he grinned. The Bejoran actually thought about that for a moment. “Hmm… Know what, kid? I like the sound of that! Mister Lab-rat Tory. Nice ring to it and all!” He clapped Mclintrix on the shoulder. “When I get out of here, I’m changing my name to that!” “Changing!??” Mclintrix replied in shock. “That wasn’t it, then!?” “What-OH! Uh…uh…Yeah… Yeah that was it all along.” He faked a laugh. “You sniped it, kid. I guess I sure can’t fool you.” “No”, Mclintrix agreed. “Know why?” “Why?” “Because I’m not a fool.” The Bejoran laughed and placed an arm around the human’s shoulders. “I think you and me are gonna get along well, sonny!” The two of them shared a long laugh. “There’s just a little problem though…” Mclintrix said at length. “What?” “I’m actually not your son.” The Bejoran grinned. “Sorry. I thought for sure you were”, he played along. “Luckily I noticed”, Mclintrix answered, settling into bed. “As I said before, I’m not a fool.”

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