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ode2rin · 1 year ago

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MAKE YOU MINE .ೃ

pairing. itoshi rin x gn!reader

genre. best friends to lovers | pining | light angst to fluff

in which: rin was never ready, so he watches you go with your boyfriend, wishfully thinking it was him instead.

💭 thank you for the request @/saetorinrin (unaffectionate)!

best friends are supposed to knock some sense into you, that's what they're for.

fortunately for you, your best friend of twelve years, itoshi rin, has always been quite good at it. right now, you're hoping he'll at least be kind while doing so.

“i don't know why you keep on going back to him. he looks like a fucking bull reincarnate, and he treats you like what? yeah, like a pup he dogs around.”

that’s wishful thinking, though. none of rin's words are known for their kindness.

you've known since a tender age of ten that both itoshi brothers have a knack for colorful insults — or rather, they insist it's a form of descriptive artistry. moments like these make you wish you could smack your younger self for befriending your teal-eyed neighbors. you really should have avoided them like the plague from the very first glare they shot your way.

if you did, you wouldn't find yourself sitting on a swing in the park near both of your houses, while rin spends the past few minutes expressing his displeasure about you getting back with your ex.

but what’s done is done. growing up with them wasn't all bad, except for that messy fiasco between sae and rin that left you caught in the middle, trying to mend their broken bond.

in the end, you chose rin’s side. for what reason? that's a reminiscence best saved for another day.

right now, your priority lies in letting rin hear a piece of your mind for his way of describing your ex — or boyfriend? actually, you're not sure anymore.

“you’re being mean, rin.”

“and you’re being stupid, y/n.”

“you won’t get it.”

“won’t get what? that you’re being treated like absolute shit?”

that’s it. he pushed enough buttons now. you stood up from the swing to face the 6-foot tall man in front of you.

“you won't get it because you’ve never loved anyone before! and you sure as hell have never been fucking loved!”

rin, before this moment, was sure he's accustomed to pain.

but now, he realized he wasn't.

realizing what you've just said to your best friend, your eyes widen, and you immediately reach out to touch his arm, frustration turning into regret. you didn't mean that — god, you really didn't.

“rin, i... i didn't mean—”

“save it.”

you were right about the latter. but the former? rin wants nothing but to let you know otherwise. if only you goddamn knew. but that's just it for rin too — wishful thinking.

because you're not done loving your boyfriend, and he knows he's merely using that as an excuse. if honesty were to intervene, he wouldn't be ready to let you know.

how many years does one need to be ready to confess to their best friend of more than a decade anyway? he doesn't want to find out.

rin heard your whispered apology, and his heart sank. he watched as you lowered your gaze to the grass beneath your feet, the weight of regret palpable in the air.

“come on, it’s getting dark. let’s go home,” he suggested, voice tinged with concern.

“actually, he’s picking me up here. mom knows already.”

of course. of course, he's picking you up blocks away from your house. is that how things work now? if it were up to rin, he'd personally ask your mom to take you out on a monday evening. you know, like a respectful person would do?

yet again. if it was him. another wishful thinking.

“where the hell is he, then? i am not leaving you here,” rin stated, his frustration once again seeping through his words.

“he's just a little late —”

“or ditching you again?”

“rin, please. just leave. i don't want to start again,” you pleaded, the exhaustion evident in your voice.

“fine.”

every step rin took away from you felt like chains dragging along, pulling him back with reluctance and impending regret. but he knew he had to leave.

he didn't have a place to stay here, not in this park, and certainly not in your heart.

it had been a week since you got back together with your ex, and in that time, rin hadn't uttered a single word to you. his silence was a constant presence, weighing heavily on the air between you. in the past, you found solace in his silence, finding comfort in the unspoken understanding that existed between you. but now, it felt suffocating, as if every attempt to say his name would only add to the tension.

you didn't blame rin for giving you the silent treatment. after all, the hurtful words you had spoken had cut deep.

rin had been harsh, yes, but you knew it came from a place of concern. he was your best friend, and looking out for each other was what you do. deep down, you couldn't deny that there was some truth in what he had said about your boyfriend. there had been moments when he treated you poorly, but that was normal, right? every relationship had its ups and downs, and this was just one of them. and perhaps, in rin's eyes, you were being stupid, but when weren't you, in his opinion?

still, you should have known better. you shouldn't have said what you did. not when you know yourself that he’s been loved. even if it was hidden and unspoken, it still counted, didn't it?

but despite the silent treatment, rin never failed to walk you home. even when he was wearing his sweaty jersey after a rigorous practice, he would be there outside your classroom, waiting for you. walking behind you, not saying a word, but his presence was felt. occasionally, he would walk beside you, especially when you were about to reach the busy side of the neighborhood.

every single day of the past week, he had walked you home.

and even back then starting from the days of school, rin never lets you walk alone in the dark.

today, however, you had to tell him that you wouldn't be walking with him. you had a date with your boyfriend, and he was waiting for you outside the school.

grabbing your bag and heading towards the door, you caught a glimpse of rin's duffel bag and his back. he was waiting for you again. rushing over to him, you spoke up.

“rin, i won’t be able to walk with you today. we’re going out. he’s waiting for me outside.”

rin simply looked at you, then nodded. he turned his back to you, but you could swear there was something he wanted to say.

that was the thing with itoshi rin. he never spoke when you needed him to.

rin was right. he had always been right. and you, well, you were just fucking stupid.

as you reminisced about the earlier screaming match with your now ex-boyfriend, tears threatened to well up in your eyes.

i’m such a fucking idiot.

you had known deep down that you had settled, but you never expected him to stoop so low. part of you wanted to say good riddance, but the truth was that time spent with a person would always leave a mark, whether you wanted it or not.

it was past 9 pm, and that prick had the audacity to drop you four blocks away from your own house. you wanted to scream at him, to demand basic human decency, to drop you off at your doorstep. but another part of you, fueled by the remnants of pride, refused to beg for the bare minimum again. so, despite your nervousness about walking alone in the dark, you slammed the car door in his face and decided to walk the rest of the way on your own.

it had only been five minutes of walking when you felt the first raindrops fall on your forehead. the realization of what was about to happen made you want to scream at whoever was watching from above. how dare they make you this unlucky?

great. just great.

the drizzle quickly escalated into a full-blown rain, showing no signs of stopping any time soon. a few blocks ahead, you spotted the park where you and rin used to hang out.

even in your darkest times, he’s still in your mind. it’s funny as it is ironic.

if only you had stayed content with loving your best friend from afar, maybe you wouldn't be feeling this hurt, right?

maybe you wouldn't have ended up looking for love in all the wrong places when the only place you truly wanted it to blossom had been right beside you all along.

exactly ten minutes before rin’s usual bedtime, his phone rang, your name shown on the screen. and for some reason, he could feel his heart leap out of his chest from how fast it was beating.

something was wrong.

without wasting a second, rin answered your call on the second ring.

“hello?” he said, anticipation heavy on his heart. he needed to hear your voice.

but anticipation was immediately replaced by seething anger and heightened worry as he heard your sniffs on the other end of the line.

“where are you?”

“rin... i know you're mad at me, but i didn't know who else to call–”

“it's raining. where the hell are you?” rin's voice grew heavy with indescribable anger, each word dripping with his overwhelming emotions.

“he dropped me off near the school, but i'm here by the park now. i–”

"stay where you are. i'm coming. don't end the call. i need to know you're safe." or else i will fucking lose it.

it’s these times that rin was glad he’s an athlete. within five minutes, he arrived at the park, his strides quick and determined. he would have reached you even faster if it weren't for the umbrella he was holding and the sound of your sniffs and sobs on the other end of the line, causing his heart to sink and his steps to falter.

he doesn't even let a goddamn mosquito come close to you, but that asshole had the audacity to make you cry? how dare he.

the rain had lessened compared to its earlier downpour, it was now more of a drizzle. but if you had been here before calling him, that meant you had been standing under the rain for almost an hour. with that realization, rin thinks your ex should watch his back from now on; he would never know when a ball might come flying straight at him — accidentally, of course.

as rin reached the park, his eyes scanned the area, searching desperately for you. and there, in one of the benches, he saw you. your head was tucked into your knees, one hand hugging them tightly while the other clutched the phone to your ear.

he swore, he fucking swore, he could feel his heart pounding in his throat at the sight of you.

ever since you entered rin's life, you taught him a lot of things. you taught him everything about how life was better when you had someone to lean on.

but most of all, everything rin knew about love, he knew from you.

and when he realized he loved you but couldn't let you know, the love he knew became intertwined with all the pain he learned.

this is hurting him. you, you were hurting him.

maybe you were right all along.

“you're right, y/n,” rin whispered into the phone, his voice barely audible as he stood a few feet away from you, the umbrella slipping from his grasp. he still had his phone pressed to his ear.

rin couldn't hear anything but the pounding of his own heartbeat and the soft pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the ground.

how many damn years does it take to work up the courage to spill your guts to your best friend of more than a decade? rin found out that sometimes, all it takes is one look at them in pain to make you throw caution to the wind. screw all the timing and planning.

“rin…” you called out, looking around to locate him.

locked in a gaze, time seemed to stand still as rin's eyes traced the contours of your face. your eyes, red-rimmed and soaked from the rain, revealed what you had endured. your drenched clothes and disheveled hair painted a picture of you running around in this rain. he couldn't help but think that you looked like a wounded soul, stripped of your own heart.

“you're right,” he repeated once more, and he was certain you could hear him, judging by the look of confusion on your face.

it wasn't a “now or never” moment for rin.

it was a now or never love another soul ever again moment. because to rin, it will always be you and him in the end. and that’s no wishful thinking, but a promise he made to himself.

there will be no after you, but just you. that was it for itoshi rin.

so he has to let you know. the hell with what happens next.

“about last week, you’re right about that. i would never get it,” he paused, taking a deep breath, “i would never get how someone could ever treat you this bad by someone who claims to love you. because i have loved you since we were kids, and i would rather die than leave you out here alone in the pouring rain.”

if this was what you called love, then maybe you taught him wrong.

rin could see how your eyes widened at what he said. and right then and there, he prepared himself for the worst.

it’s happening.

rin ended the call. he couldn't bear to hear your immediate response, fearing the rejection he had long braced himself for. with the umbrella in hand, he made his way towards you, his eyes focused on the wet ground, avoiding direct contact with your gaze.

you can reject him later. he needs to get you home first.

“come on, let’s go,” was the only thing rin said. he placed the umbrella over your head, shielding you from the rain while he stood exposed, allowing the droplets to soak him further.

you gazed up at him, seeking his eyes, “can you look at me, rin?”

and see the look of pity in your eyes? even at these moments, you’re cruel to him.

“i don’t want to.”

undeterred, you persisted, “why?”

because i’m about to lose you.

“i made peace with it a long time ago,” rin admitted, “let's just go. you're going to get sick.”

“say it again.”

your gaze held unwavering, demanding more from him. there was a longing in your eyes, a hunger for honesty. you craved his words, his confession – you need rin to speak now or else you will never know peace.

“no.”

“then i’m not going anywhere. say it agai —”

“fine! i have loved you since we were kids and i have loved you ever since i'm yet to even know what it was i was feeling for you! now, please, let’s go!”

silence enveloped the park. but rin could hear his own heart beating in rhythm with the soft pitt patts of the rain.

this was it then? twelve damn years. all those years, now dissipating like raindrops lost in the drain.

the rain continued to pour, serving as a backdrop to the delicate dance of emotions unfolding between you. each droplet seemed to echo the passage of time, washing away the years of looking at you in a lovelorn gaze.

rin knew where this was headed. he may not have watched many romance movies, but confessions like these – he had seen them before. this was yet another addition to the countless stories of shattered dreams lost to the rain.

but then as fate would have it, it will always intervene.

and so, as if a radiant sun had broken through the stormy clouds, a smile bloomed on your face, casting away the shadows of doubt in rin's mind.

“i’ve been waiting for those words my whole life, itoshi rin.”

rainbows really do appear after the pouring rain.

but only for a fleeting grace of moment in the sky.

“but i can’t, rin. not now. i’m too hurt to love you freely.”

the confession escaped your lips, heavy with the weight of past heartbreak and lingering pain. and to rin, it felt as if the rainbows had faded, leaving behind a somber reminder of the scars etched deep within.

it would be a lie not to admit that he was disheartened, but nonetheless, rin understood.

but rin was no saint; he can be selfish. he wants to be selfish for you. so there he knelt, bringing himself eye to eye with you, his hands gently cupping your cheeks.

“i’ll wait. i can wait,” it’s not a lie that the younger itoshi had a penchant for being selfish as he is selfless.

but he has waited for you for as long as he has learned to kick a ball. so what's a little more?

“are you sure?” the question escaped your lips, a plea for reassurance.

if it means it’s you and him in the end after all, then he’s nothing but definite.

rin's hands on your cheeks tightened gently, his voice a gentle murmur that danced along the edges of your heart, “take all the time you need. by the time you're done, i'll make sure to make you mine.”

the raindrops, cascading around you like tears from the heavens, seemed to pause in reverence as rin's words hung in the air.

as the rain began to subside, rin leaned closer, his forehead gently pressing against yours. your eyes closed, feeling his breath mingling with yours, you hear him softly sighed against your lips.

“i’ll treat you so good, y/n. so good. fuck, you have no idea.”

sure, you’re the first person itoshi rin has ever loved. but he can show you. better than your shitty ex ever could.

if there’s anyone who can most definitely show you what love was truly like, it will be him.

for a few precious moments, time seemed to stand still as both of you remained in that intimate embrace, rin's hands tenderly cradling your face, and your gaze locked in the depths of his teal eyes.

“let’s go home?” rin asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“only if you’ll walk with me.”

rin's lips curled into a small, affectionate smile at your hushed response. he reached out, extending his hand toward you, a silent invitation. “i've been doing that for the past years.”

and he’ll continue to do it.

few years from now, he will make sure he’s the man you’re walking with. be that on the way home, or down the aisle.

because to itoshi rin, it will always be you and him.

note. no thoughts, just pure vibes here. just kidding! here's the first request in my milestone event, and i enjoyed writing this despite it being shitty as an outcome. thanks for reaching this far!

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aonungslvr · 1 year ago

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he’s…what?

pairing ; jealous! ao’nung x f!sully! reader

taggings ; 🪽⭐️🐚

summary ; ao’nung quickly falls for the sully sister after she arrives in his village, but who is this boy she keeps talking about?

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when you and your family had first arrived in awa’atlu you hated it. the sound of ilu’s chirping and waves thrashing against the sand wasn’t normal. the smell of salt was disgusting. there were no trees to shield you from the suns rays or give you coverage when you wanted to be alone. no grass or cool dirt to dig your feet into.

this wasn’t your home; you belong in the forest. you had been chased out of your home after having a knife held to your throat by sky demons; obviously you weren’t happy to be here.

your nerves certainly were not eased when the tsahík of the metkayina, ronal, had grabbed your four-fingered hand to show the crowd. you were instantly met with hisses and snarls from the lighter blue clan. you gently trembled at her touch, less from fear and more from annoyance, and continued staring into the sand, trying to dig your feet into it like dirt. it was too hot; this wasn’t your dirt. your mother intervened, seeing your discomfort, and held you to her; raising her fangs towards the tsahìk. your father entered himself in hopes of calming the situation down, showing the clan his own 4 fingered hand.

when ronal had moved on and the attention focused on the leaders of the metkayina, you glanced up, seeing the ocean clan more clearly this time. you had noticed a girl and two boys closer to your family than the others; they looked around your age. the female was eyeing your youngest brother before her vision shifted towards you. she offered you a warm smile along with a small wave. you looked her up and down before giving her your own smile and wave, though you lowered your hand as you could tell she was now focused on your extra finger.

you looked beside her to see a taller boy with a bun, he had been the one to make fun of your brothers thin tails, the tail you all shared. you sighed and continued staring at the teen, for some reason you couldn’t stop. that was proved false when the boy looked your way, you diverted your eyes back to the sand as fast as you could. you hadn’t been able to see it, but the teal na’vi eyed you up and down silently. his shorter friend slapped his arm and laughed at him, whispering something you couldn’t quite pick up.

apparently whatever your parents and the leaders were talking about had been concluded. you heard the olo’keytans stern and loud voice speak out among the crowd, before he faced your family directly and spoke a bit softer.

“my son ao’nung, and my daughter tsireya will show you our ways.”

ao’nung and tsireya. the boy you had stared at spoke up in disagreement, leading you to his name being ao’nung, as well as him being the chiefs son. the kind girl had also made herself to be tsireya when she guided your family to your new home.

you walked among kiri, trailing shortly behind her. you followed tsireya and ao’nung had followed from behind you all, paired with his little friend.

“i do not like it here kiri.” you spoke as you looked up to face her.

she scoffed in return, “yeah me neither.”

“these are ilu, if you want to live here, you have to ride.”

you and your siblings were all hip length deep in the sea, surrounded by multiple swimming animals, they were called ilu. they reminded you of your ikran.

the ocean siblings had been tasked with training you all to learn how to survive within their clan, and it was time to tame your animal.

tsireya first helped lo’ak, you already knew why. it was quite obvious. he had settled onto the creatures back and held onto the saddle. he made tsaheylu with the marine animal and she took off. you watched as your brother had tried to hold on as best he could but was ripped off due to the speed and pressure that being underwater included.

he had failed miserably and tsireya continued to guide him, but you couldn’t all wait for him. (you’d be there for years.)

ao’nung had invited you over a few feet to show you how to get your own ilu. he explained the process just as tsireya had. you mounted the animal and waited for instruction.

“hold here, when you make the bond, you need to think with her. not against her. let her guide you.”

after seeing what happened with lo’ak, you figured that was a load of bullshit and you would be swept away too. you gripped on the saddle with one hand and grabbed your braid with the other.

“your position is wrong.”

the blue teen pushed your back down and shifted your legs. the feeling was different, the extra skin on his arms were odd. your heartbeat quickened for a moment and the ilu beneath you flapped her fins.

“there. remember, bond gentle.”

you connected your kuru with the creature, and took off. you panicked for a little until you were reminded with how dramatic lo’ak is. he had made this look like such a hard task, it really wasn’t too bad. the water pressure threatened you but you were able to manage. you tightened your grip and squeezed your eyes shut. as you felt the tide flow with you, you slowly opened your eyes. you instructed your ilu to slow it down, which she listened too.

the sea wasn’t horrible. there were so many new creatures you had never even known about. you looked among the fish and corals as you smiled at the sight. feeling your chest begin to tighten, you and your ilu went back up to the surface, swimming closer to where you had left the others.

tuk was the first to congratulate her big sister, “that was so cool (y/n)!”

“yeah way better then lo’ak”, laughed your eldest brother, neteyam.

“ok bro, who invited toruk makto?” your youngest brother was always the jokester, and you laughed at the reference.

looking back at your mentor, you noticed ao’nung hadn’t held any malice or laughter towards you, you took that as a good sign.

throughout the training of your family, you had sectioned off into unofficial groups. tsireya tended to assist lo’ak and tuk, while ao’nung helped neteyam, kiri, and you. ao’nung had tried selling you off to tsireya because he was upset he had to deal with three sully’s while his sister only had two. she had argued that having tuk was basically like having two in one, and she stood with her statement.

with annoyance, he taught you what you all needed to know to adjust to the ocean. most of his lessons were filled with sighs and reprimands when someone would do something wrong, but that had started to fade lately.

“what do you mean ao’nung is nicer? no he isn’t? he still makes fun of us during training…”

oh.

it had only began to fade for you.

well this was fine, neteyam was probably just exaggerating. after all, he was certainly a charmer yesterday.

. . .

“you are not breathing right.”

you and ao’nung sat on a jagged rock in the middle of the reef, he was giving you a private lesson on holding your breath because apparently you were falling behind. (not true.)

you looked at him as he demonstrated how to intake the air and hold it, but it just looked like normal breathing. you tried to repeat what he did but it still wasn’t good enough for him.

“what are you even doing? are you even breathing?”

you rolled your eyes and looked away from the teal teenager, he was so dramatic.

“pay attention to me forest girl,” he redirected your face back towards his.

he placed one of his wide hands on your smaller diaphragm and the other where your heart layed.

you panicked at the sudden contact and prayed he couldn’t feel your heartbeat pick up beneath his touch.

“eywa please i never ask for anyth-“

“your heartbeat is fast. that’s why you cannot breathe.”

thanks great mother.

despite the metkayina’s teasing, he had genuinely seemed to adjust to you. you two spent more one on one training together and even hung out when it wasn’t time to train.

it was nearing eclipse when ao’nung had come to your families marui, unfortunately, your father had noticed him first.

“what are ya’ doin’ here boy.”

the shorter navi hesitated for a moment until he was able to speak up,

“i’m- i’m here for (y/n.) sir.”

your father looked him up and down with a stern look on his face. ao’nung was convinced he would be thrown outside by toruk makto himself. jake grunted and leaded down into your new friends face.

“she’s back by 10 before eclipse. a second after and i’ll cut your tail off. she comes back with even a hint of your touch on her i’ll drag you deep into the ocean by your braid and leave you there. understood?”

“yeah- got it.”

“i said understood.”

“uh-understood sir!”

your dad sighed before finally alerting you of the conversation,

“(y/n!) visitor!”

you showed up at the door as your father was walking away, and was greeted with the sight of ao’nung shaking in the sand.

“hey ao’nung! you alright?”

he eyed the exit, indicating you to leave with him. once you step out he grabbed your thinner arm and ran towards the shore, looking back for the deadly gaze of jake sully.

“oh my god (y/n) why didn’t you tell me your dad is fucking terrifying.”

you giggled and brought your hand to your lips, trying to conceal it.

“whatever, no big deal, follow me.”

despite his ego being damaged, he led you along the shore, pointing out some shells he though you would like on the way. you two eventually made it to the more foresty part of his island, farther from the clan.

you were unaware this area existed and instantly fell in love. it had been months since you had seen a tree. the sight reminded you of your home and it brought you so much happiness. you glanced at the back of ao’nungs head as you continued to follow him where he led. you two made it to a part of the small forest that opened out into the beach. you could see the sunset and water clashing onto the sand all from behind a tree.

“ao’nung! this is so beautiful, it’s just like the forest!”

“well yeah, that’s what i was hoping for..”

he was hiding his flushed face but you could hear the smile he was trying to hold back.

“come!”

you grabbed his arm towards a tree you deemed was tall and had enough branches. effortlessly, you climbed up the tree. you jumped and stood on branches, easily making it to the high thin branch you wanted. you had planted your left leg and arms on the branch as your right leg hung down.

the lighter blue na’vi watched you and his mouth dropped open. he had made fun of your family for being poor divers, but god you were good at climbing. him and his friends would break the branches if they were to ever try that.

“get up here!”

“yeah…i don’t think so.”

you quickly remembered you were among the sea people now, and their bodies simply weren’t built for climbing like you were.

“ah right.”

you hopped down onto a lower branch then the ground, the teen boy staring in aw yet again. you ran up to him and pulled him into a hug while giggling.

“thank you ao’nung, really. this was great”

he scoffed in embarrassment and rubbed his neck,

“yeah, we’ll there’s actually one more thing. i was just wondering if you’d l-“

you cut him off before he could finish his question.

“this is just like what txäol would show me!”

what.

ever since the first mention of this “txäol” they kept coming.

no matter how many times ao’nung tried to get you to like him more, it always ended up as a talk about txäol.

“ao’nung this necklace is so pretty! it looks like the one txäol gave me!”

“txäol used to say that! he’s super funny.”

“oh eywa this shell would look great next to the flowers txäol gave me!”

you were beyond oblivious at the way ao’nungs eye would twitch when you brought up your best friend from back in the forest.

it was a comment on the gifts he’s given you, or the stories he used to tell you, or sometimes you would show the metkayina boy some things the omatikayan gave you before you left the forest.

ao’nung raised his concerns with tsireya first. she was pretty close to you, so he thought she might have some intel.

. . .

tsireya automatically burst out laughing when her brother questioned her.

“your-your joking right? sweet eywa, your so funny! your helpless brother- truly!”

“what- tsireya what are you talking about?! who is txäol?!”

“oh-oh my eywa i cant-“ she continued laughing.

“is he her boyfriend?!”

this just caused tsireya to start laughing again. she gripped her stomach and bent over, unable to stop the giggles that flowed out of her.

“whatever- your never any help! i’ll just ask her!”

and so that’s what he did.

the teal teenager approached you while you were mounting your ilu, getting ready to go hunting.

“(y/n)!”

you turned your head to the sound of your name and saw ao’nung riding his own ilu towards you.

“oh- hey! did you need anything? i was just about to head out.

he had been torturing himself over this question for so long he just cut to the point.

“is txäol your boyfriend?!”

you paused and had no words. your ilu had picked up on your shock and had even dropped her own jaw.

“t-txäol? h-“

you were cut off by the reef na’vi.

“if he is- just tell me. i understand if you have a lover back home that you can’t forget about. all i’m asking is you let me know!”

“he’s n-“ you tried to speak before you were interrupted again.

“i just can’t deal with the not knowing! i see you, (y/n), and i need to know if you see me too! you talk about this txäol guy all the time, so if your in love with him instead, tell me! i won’t be an-“

“he’s gay!”

oh.

bonus!!

the sky people had finally returned back to their planet, and wouldn’t be coming back this time. this meant your people were safe. you could go back to the forest! back to the forest…

when you first arrived at the reef, all you could think about was going home, and how happy you would be. but now that home was right in front of you, you just couldn’t. not without ao’nung.

you two had recently began courting each other, and had plans of mating once you both completed your rite of passages. you couldn’t leave him behind now. so if you couldn’t leave him behind..why not take him with you!

. . .

you yipped for your ikran, calling her down to the sandy shores.

“seyä! hi girl!” you rubbed her nose and cleaned off some sand off her head.

you mounted seyä and invited ao’nung to do the same.

“no fucking way.”

“she doesn’t bite!”

“yes the fuck she do? look at her!”

“aww you poor thing..is he being mean to you?”

you rubbed your ikrans head and made tsaheylu. she flapped her wings and screeched, scaring the hell out of ao’nung.

“yeah there’s no way i’m going anywhere near that th-“

he was cut off as seyä picked him up under his arms using her claws, flying up in the air. you giggled and grabbed ao’nungs hands, pulling him up behind you on the saddle.

“that wasn’t so bad- right?” you could swore you saw a tear running down his face, but he denies it.

. . .

the fly had taken a few days and you were exhausted, ao’nung had given you company and made sure to hold you extra tight when you were getting tired. if it wasn’t for him stopping you to make you sleep, you probably would’ve flown while sleeping.

after what felt like years, you finally arrived back at the forest. you flew over the trees until you saw the omatikaya people, your people. your smile had began hurting your jaw as you landed your ikran on a tree, hopping off and landing on the branches. you would just jumped right down but you had to help the metkayina.

“here- just..place this foot here. and then this arm right here.”

it took awhile (32 minutes) to get him down around 7 branches. it usually took you a few seconds, but who were you to judge.

he mainly just trailed behind you as you greeted so many friends you had missed. he felt like the outsider now, surrounded by darker blue people with thin limbs. he stayed back until he heard someone scream your name. a boy scream your name.

“(y/n)! oh my eywa- your back!” he ran up to you and embraced you in the tightest hug out of everyone else.

ao’nung looked this guy up and down and frowned at him, about to step in and announce himself as your boyfriend until you spoke up.

“txäol! oh i missed you so much-!”

oh. him. the metkayinas anger was reduced, but still present. this boy was all over you! how could he not be upset? he stepped up closer to you and wrapped his hands around your waist, hugging you from behind.

“oh- txäol meet ao’nung, ao’nung meet txäol!”

txäol raised his nonexistent eyebrows at how the boy hugged you and eyed you. he would definitely need you to tell him about everything he missed.

“i’m txäol, (y/n)’s best friend!”

“ao’nung. her mate.”

you kicked ao’nungs knee, trying to get him to be nicer. he was still jealous and god did it show.

“speaking of mates..” txäol started.

you stared and him and gasped. “your lying.”

“(y/n) meet ityea, my boyfriend.”

a shorter omatikayan male entered from the forest and held txäol’s hand. you screeched. like loud. ikran loud.

“txäol oh my eywa i can’t even- you guys are so cute!!” you hugged your best friend and spun around.

“right?! but no- you guys too! i can’t believe you found someone in another clan- you guys are adorable!!”

ao’nung backed up and grounded himself. right. he was gay.

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redheadspark · 7 months ago

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heyy can i have benedict from bridgerton x reader prompt #17

A/N - I love this for Benedict! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Tame

Summary - Benedict was not one to tame his wife, he would rather let her be herself instead

Warnings - Just angst and fluff mixed together.

“The audacity of that woman!”

You plopped down on the loveseat, a scowl on your face as your husband, Benedict Bridgerton perked up from his spot at his office desk. You were rubbing your temples, and a headache was threatening to come over you rapidly from the conversation you said had some minutes before in the parlor. Now you simply wanted to hide out with your husband on the other side of the estate. It was mostly a home, not even an estate since it was rather small and only a handful of rooms.

“I take it the tea went well with your mother?” Benedict hummed in amusement as you glared at him. Benedict knew you weren’t truly mad at him, a soft smile on his lips as you leaned back a bit more in the loveseat, not even caring how un-ladylike you were appearing in the teal dress you decided to wear that day.

“She was not in the best of moods when discussing my brother, though I would rather hear her gossip about her circles of friends and their poor taste in men than to hear her talk about my brother in such a way,” You explained in a mellow tone. Benedict chuckled as he took out a spare notepad, then retrieved a charcoal pencil that he would use to sketch as he leaned back in his chair and eyed his wife. He loved the spitfire nature you had when you spoke about the dysfunctional nature of your family. It would make him chuckle to hear you rant and rage about your mother in particular, who was always trying to make a great impression in society but could never do it naturally.

“Do you wish to discuss it?” He asked, knowing fully well that it was better for you to let it all out than to hold it in. He discovered that tactic very early in their friendship together, even before he decided to court you and then ask for your hand in marriage. Bottling it up inside of you never worked in your favor in the past.

So you took in a long inhale, then recited the entire conversation word for word.

It was therapeutic for you to confide in Benedict with all that was happening with your family. At first, you were afraid to tell him, thinking that it would paint you in such a bad light to say such things about your family. However, Benedict was never one to judge when it came to family gossip. He too had to deal with his siblings and their antics, you two would swap stories in your early courting moments. But after seeing you in distress and about to be in tears after talking to your mother and father, he simply brought up the suggestion of talking about what happened.

After you unload all that was inside of you for at least 5 minutes, Benedict was watching your shoulders lose the tension and the stress melt away from your face. You were even breathing easier, a look of shock on your face as Benedict smiled widely at you and took your hand in his.

“Better?” He asked, you looking at him with a tentative smile and nodding your head.

“Much better,” You replied.

This was just the same, you talking wild about the gossip your mother was telling you. Gossip about your brother’s upcoming marriage and the apparent scandal behind your future sister-in-law. Benedict was giving you the space to unleash all of the rage that you had bottled up from the moment you left the tea and made it back home, his charcoal was already at work as he was sketching and listening to you at the same time. You then got up and paced back and forth, your hands moving wildly as your tone was going up and down with the insane story you were telling him.

“And poor Josephine! She’s so lovely and makes my brother happy, though my own mother does not see that and only sees her last name! The nerve of that woman, she’s acting the same way she did when she found out I was marrying you!” You commented, Benedict looking up briefly from his sketch and chuckling.

“She warmed up to me in the end, did she not?” He reasoned though you huffed at the words.

“Took her far too long to do so, dear,” You replied as you looked over at what he was doing. He was still sketching, you raising a brow to him and then pointing to his paper.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him, the heat and anger no longer evident in your voice as Benedict still remained calm at his desk.

“Simply drawing the love of my life,” He replied nonchalantly, you feeling that tension and anger that you had second ago melted away from the sentence as he looked up at you with his smile and the brightness in his eyes. You knew deep down he was listening and letting you get it all out of your system to feel more at ease, Benedict was amazing with you when it came to making you feel loved and safe. No matter that he loved amusement and being more light-hearted than his other siblings, he still had a heart and adored taking care of you. Perhaps even distract you and find a way to bring you ease.

Ever since you two started courting one another, you wanted Benedict of your fiery nature how you were no dainty flower. He never strayed from your warnings, in fact, he was more intrigued with you as you two were publicly a couple. Rumors and gossip about you and Benedict being together spread like wildfire, plenty of Benedict’s friends and fellow bachelors were warning him about your temper and how you were no true young lady because of the rules you would never follow.

Yet he still stayed on your arm, still accompanied you to balls and galas, and he would protect every rumor that would come your way. In the end, your wedding was the talk of the town, and you were now in a healthy marriage with the love of your life who saw more light in you than any other dared to in the past.

You walked over, seeing Benedict lean back a bit for you to see his handiwork as you peered over his shoulder, A small sketch of you on the couch, the curves along your arms and the detail on your cheeks and nose, it was a gorgeous sketch that he whipped out of nowhere.

His craft was nothing short of perfection in your eyes. He found beauty in everything around them, though he would brag that you were his muse from the moment he laid eyes on you at a Spring Ball so long ago. He would leave sketches of you to find all over the home, especially on days when you were stressed or sad. You’d find a sketch on your nightstand next to the bed, on the kitchen table next to your favorite tea cup, or even in your own office on top of your desk. You loved that quirk about him, among other things that had you falling in love with him. The one attribute that you adored about your husband was his eye to see the beauty in everything around him.

Including you.

“Benedict,” You hummed, seeing the sketch with wide eyes and a soft smile on your lips. You were no longer thinking about the tea or even the heated argument you had with your mother, you were simply staring at the simple and yet beautiful picture that your husband drew within minutes. Benedict got up from the chair and wrapped you in his arms, kissing you soundly and taking your breath away. He gained against your lips, your heart slamming against your chest rapidly as you were smiling against his lips in return.

When he pulled away, he peered down at you with his smile still evident while he reached with one hand to frame your face lovingly, “You are quite the woman with that fire in your belly, it only reflects in the beauty I see in you,”

“And you are far too good of a husband to let me be vocal and vile when I need to be,” you commented. Benedict was then chuckling as you pecked his lips, “How do you put up with me so easily when I act un-lady-like?”

“It’s not me putting up with you, it’s me letting you be yourself and feel open to do so,” He explained, you hugging him tightly. You adored being with Benedict all this time, through the tough and light times and even through the joy and the pain. Benedict never let your love dwindle or diminish, and you have a bright future to look forward to together. He gave you room to be ourself, to vent or lash out when it was stuck inside for far too long.

Leave it to Benedict to never tame you.

The End

May Prompt Session

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ellewritesalright · 10 months ago

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The Panther and the Hound

Nikolai Lantsov x reader

A/N: Hello folks! This is a request from an anon that has been sitting in my drafts for many months now so I hope y'all enjoy!!

Request: nikolai lantsov x yul bataar!reader, black cat reader and golden retreiver nikolai.

Synopsis: Needing help on a mission at sea, Nikolai recruits a captain feared by slavers and military ships alike. The Panther, as her enemies call her, or, as Tolya and Tamar call her, their sister.

Warnings: Mentions of heists, fighting, and violence, but mostly fluff and pining I'd say.

Word count: 2450

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Tamar and Tolya stood at the bow of the Volkvolny. There was no containing their grins as they watched a ship with black sails sit docked in Ketterdam's Fifth Harbour. The Prowler was a fine ship, with a hardy crew and a fearsome captain, a captain that just so happened to be their sister.

The Volkvolny sailed nearer and nearer to the harbour, and when it docked the twins were the first off the ramp. Nikolai could barely keep up with them as they approached the Prowler. He wasn't sure why they were so excited. Sure, they hadn't seen their sister in a year and a bit, but he couldn't fathom actually wanting to see a sibling; he wouldn't mind only having to see his own brother every five years or so, let alone just over a year. Yet, Tamar and Tolya were practically giddy when they'd convinced Nikolai to partner with the fearsome Panther for a job.

You were supposedly the greatest captain on the True Sea. You were credited with a long list of ships you'd sent to the depths, and an even longer list of slavers you'd cut down with a slice of your sword or a twist of your corporalki wrist.

He wasn't sure how much of your reputation was built on embellishment, but once he saw you giving command from the top deck of your ship, he could see what some of the fuss was about. You stood straight-backed and proud. You donned a cutlass and a black pistol at your hips. Your eyes had such a sharp glint to them, he wondered if you ever even had to make use of your sword; surely your looks could kill.

But as you saw Tamar and Tolya at the top of the ramp, the tough exterior melted and you grinned like the sun.

“Look what the tide washed up, huh?” You said, voice clear as molten sugar.

Nikolai stood aside as he watched the reunion of siblings. Tolya scooped you up in his arms first, and then Tamar squeezed you enough to make you let out a breathless laugh.

“I think you’ve grown, little sister,” Tolya grinned as he rested his forearm on your head. “You’re a taller armrest now.”

“Very funny,” you said drolly, though you maintained a smile. Tolya dropped his arm.

“I think it’s just her boots. Are they new?” Tamar said as she observed your footwear.

“Knicked them off a ‘leather merchant’ bound for Ketterdam who was hiding two dozen Kaelish women in his cabins.”

“Did you sink his ship?”

“Does a spear pierce best when sharp?”

A comfortable silence settled between you three siblings.

Your eyes met Nikolai’s and your smile curved into a slight smirk as you eyed his teal coat.

“Who’s the peacock?” you asked Tamar and Tolya.

Before the twins could answer, Nikolai stepped forward and held his hand out to you. “Sturmhond.” You shook, then he glanced up at the black sails. “You have a lovely ship.”

“Lovely? Never heard it described that way, Sturmhond,” you said, a hint of amusement in your voice.

Nikolai shrugged slightly. “The craft of the mast and the hull are beautiful. Did you have a hand in the design?”

“Not at all. I commandeered it from its old captain.”

“Commandeered it?” Tolya let out a soft chuckle.

“Mutinied it from your old captain, you mean,” Tamar piped up, a sly edge to her voice.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Tam,” you lightly glared at her.

“It is generally frowned upon to mutiny against your captain.” Tamar tilted her head. “But in your circumstances, I think you were justified.”

Tolya looked at Nikolai, ready to let him in on this conversation. “Our baby sister here held a mutiny against the old captain after he sank a ship full of Fjerdan refugees fleeing for Novyi Zem.”

Your face hardened. “There were children onboard. Families. I felt thirty frightened heartbeats, all of them put out after he brought the cannons around on their ship.”

“Why?” Nikolai had to ask.

“Because that Ravkan bastard was a nationalist zealot who would rather see innocent people dead than allow a Fjerdan flag to sail,” you replied, tone still hard. “So, I organized a mutiny that night, took his ship, then I dumped him on some frozen rock of an island up in the Bone Road.”

Nikolai nodded as he listened to this. He couldn’t help but admire your actions against your old captain.

“But enough of this prattle,” you said, clapping your hands together. “We have a job to do, don’t we?”

……….

You sailed out the next day. After a strategic meeting with your sister, brother and their interesting captain, the Prowler hit the open waters.

It was your ship that this Sturmhond needed most. While his Volkvolny was well equipped, yours was faster. It amused you that your ship was faster; as they sailed side by side, his Hound of the Waves couldn’t keep up with your Panther, as your crew affectionately called her. But Sturmhond needed that speed for this mission of his.

In your meeting the night before, he said there was something he needed to steal off the coast of West Ravka and charter to Novyi Zem in one week. You’d replied that you only needed four days of sailing to get all the way across the True Sea.

Soon enough, you were docked in West Ravka. You treated with Sturmhond on his ship this time. Your brother and sister had sailed with you for the short journey, though they seemed eager for you to see the Volkvolny. As they toured you around the ship, a bunch of tables were set out.

“Sturmhond likes for the crew to dine together before a big mission,” Tamar explained.

“From the smell of it, it’s the chef’s best turnip stew,” Tolya grinned.

Dinner was set out on the main deck of Sturmhond’s ship. Tamar and Tolya sat with some of the crew, and you went to pull up a chair from a nearby table. As you took hold of the wooden arm, someone at the table said your name.

“Have a seat, captain,” Sturmhond smiled up at you.

You raised a brow at him, ready for him to buckle under the intensity of your eyes. He didn’t. You decided to pull out the chair and sit beside him.

“I’m surprised I didn’t see you there at first, especially considering that garish coat of yours,” you said cooly.

“Not all of us can pull off black leather,” he replied, raising his cup slightly to you.

“And you think you’re pulling off that teal?”

“Am I not? It’s a shame that I’ve only heard this now, considering I’ve worn this coat for years now. It’s sad to think none of my crew have had the heart to tell me it doesn’t suit me,” he remarked, still smiling confidently.

“It’s a bold colour. Must attract a lot of attention when you wear it on the street,” you said as you took a sip from your cup. “I hope you’re clever enough not to wear it on our job tomorrow.”

“Thank you for your concern, but some say I’m very clever, you know,” he grinned.

“Is that so?”

He nodded, still smiling. You’d yet to see him without a smile on his face, whether it was friendly, polite, sly, confident, or clever.

One of the crew brought around a tray of food and set it out at your table. You both began to fill your plates.

“So,” Sturmhond began again once you started eating, “what got you onto the sea?”

“I followed my brother and sister out here,” You replied. “We split when I was sixteen. We docked in a Ravkan port near the border to Shu Han, and I crewed up away from them.”

“Why?”

“I needed the chance to grow. They’d protected me for all of my life, and I felt like I needed the space to be my own person.”

“So you left.”

You nodded. “When did you leave home, captain?”

“When I was fifteen.”

“So you know what it’s like.”

He nodded as well, his smile softening. “It’s tough at first.”

“Until you find sailors you can trust, it’s lonely.”

“Your siblings were that for me. Trusted them as soon as I met them.”

“I don’t know why, considering they’ve never ever looked friendly.”

Sturmhond chuckled. “Regardless, I am glad I did.”

“I’m glad you did too,” you raised your glass slightly to him. “Having met you now, I’m not sure what all the fuss is about, but my siblings greatly admire you.”

Sturmhond seemed about to take offence, then he noticed the sly spark in your eye. “You’re tricky.”

“Am I?” you smirked at him.

He merely smiled and brought his cup to his lips again, watching you over the brim.

……….

“Ah, here he is: Captain Surplus.” Nikolai heard you tease as he stepped onto the Prowler the night of the mission. You stood at the railing of the upper deck, your telescope in hand.

In order not to draw too much attention, only a skeleton crew went ashore to carry the package to the docks. Sturmhond, deemed non-essential by the twins, had relented to staying behind. So, he decided to wait with you aboard your ship so that he could sail with you once the package was acquired. Tolya and Tamar would captain the Volkvolny across the True Sea at a slightly slower pace in order to throw off any authorities that might be chasing the package.

“Very funny,” Nikolai said with a smile and scrunch of his nose at you.

“Thank you.” You handed him your telescope. “I spy something orange.”

“I spy?” He raised a brow at you.

“Yes. Have you never played?”

“Not since I was a child.”

He raised the telescope to his eye and peered beyond the long docks to the Ravkan port town. His vision dragged along the different colours, waiting for something orange to appear.

“Is it that sweet shop?”

“Nope.”

He looked again. “That market stall?”

“Which one?”

“There’s only one orange one: the fruit vendor.”

“Hmm… no.”

He gave you a quick glance from the corner of his eye, unimpressed by your smirk.

“Given up, Captain Surplus?”

“Never,” he grinned. “Is it… that bush with those pointy-looking flowers?”

“Those flowers are pink.”

“They’re orange.”

“They’re very much pink.”

“Fine. They’re salmon then.”

“Salmons aren’t orange, they’re pink.”

“You’re splitting hairs.”

“By not being delusional?”

His eyes narrowed on a crate with a bright orange tiger painted on the side of it. “Is it that crate?”

“Which crate?”

“Saints, woman, what other crate?” He grumbled softly. He pointed it out. “That one. The one with the tiger.”

You grabbed his wrist, raising it so the telescope was level to your eye. Nikolai pretended to be casual as you held onto him.

“That crate?” your lips frowned a bit as you stared through the lenses.

“Yes, that one. Is that the orange thing? The tiger?”

You lowered his arm and gave him a look, almost to say he was wrong. Then a smile cracked on your lips. “Yes, that’s the orange thing,” you said sweetly.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I know.”

He stared at you for a second too long, drawing your attention away from the harbour. He couldn't bring himself to play coy and look away once you looked back.

"Are you always smiling, or is your mouth just like that?" You asked him, eyes trailing along his face.

Nikolai laughed. "Which answer would you prefer?"

"The honest one."

"A smart choice," he said, still grinning. "The former."

"Really? Because I can recognize Tolya's handiwork from a mile away," you replied with a challenge in your eyes.

Nikolai held back his surprise at the shift in conversation. Still, he enjoyed the suspicious smirk you gave him.

"He's only tailored my eyes, hair, and nose," he replied. "Everything else is all me."

"I find that hard to believe," you said with an almost haughty tone as you turned back towards the harbour. "Lips as nice as those are hard to come by."

He blinked to catch up. Were you flirting with him? No, you couldn't be… could you? "Wait, what?"

But before you could answer, your Second called you over, and you stepped away from him.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out, captain," you smirked as you left him there to wonder.

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That night, as the Prowler was sailing towards Novyi Zem, there was a knock on your cabin door. You'd been forging some documents and you called out for the visitor to enter. You'd expected your Second, but when you glanced up, it was Sturmhond approaching your desk with his hands clasped behind his back. There was something almost militaristic about the way he often stood.

"Shouldn't you be asleep in the cabin I so graciously provided for you?" You asked, raising a brow at him.

"It's barely midnight. All my best ideas come to me after midnight."

"Is that so?" You leaned back in your chair. "Let's hear one of these ideas, then."

"There's my idea for a flying ship using Squaller crew members," he mused, smiling softly at you. "Then my glamorous idea about a device that recycles waste from the crew on the Volkvolny." He stepped a bit closer to your desk. "And of course there's my brilliant idea to come to your cabin tonight and confess that I'm mad about you."

You nearly dropped your pen. You looked up at Sturmhond, your eyes tracing his features, trying to detect his motives. The frightening thing was that he seemed to be telling the truth. There was a hint of worry in his brow the longer you went without responding to him.

"So are you going to do it?" You asked.

A small wrinkle formed on his forehead. "Do what?"

"Confess your feelings for me?" You said in a small voice, a hint of hope underlining your words.

He smiled widely at you, his pretty grin once again lighting up his face. "I'm crazy for you. You're clever and kind and yet ruthless in the best of ways."

"I'm ruthless?"

"Beautifully so." He nodded.

You stood, walking around your desk to face him properly. "And you like that?"

"More than you could know," he said, still grinning at you.

"Then perhaps you should do something about it," you said to him, your eyes glancing at his perfect lips.

His grin widened as he dipped his head lower. He smelled like leather and vanilla. "Perhaps I should."

Then his perfect lips were on yours, and you were smiling into his kiss.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Feel free to like, reblog, and comment--I really appreciate the feedback! Otherwise, I hope you have a great day/night :)

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valdiis · 3 months ago

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FFXIV Site Write #6: Halcyon

(One of the few times I do not plan on actually fitting the word into the writing. Enjoy some halcyon times.)

"Papa! Look!" An eight-year-old boy ran up the creek to his father, who was vigilantly watching his two boys - eight and four - play in the shallow water. Vy'montain (Monty to his wife) was happy to let the children work out some of their restless energy. He wasn't entirely content to leave his very pregnant wife alone for long, but she had insisted he take the bored children out to play before she went crazy.

Little Vy'thanis splashed to a stop in front of his father and held his hand out proudly. "I found a rock!" he declared.

"A rock?" Papa asked. "Is it a special rock?" By the time Vy'thanis was five, he'd begun to display an unusual affinity for rocks. He claimed they sang to him. He would unerringly bring precious stones home and Vy'montain couldn't say the rocks - which were usually sold at the nearest village - hadn't helped the family stay fed.

"It's special, but it's for you," his son proclaimed. "Hold out your hand."

Obediently, Papa did so. The little boy placed a rounded river rock into his palm. It fit perfectly, just the right size for holding when he needed some extra grounding and a reminder of his son's love. His eyes prickled a little. "What a lovely gift, Vyth," he said, managing to keep his voice steady.

Vy'thanis beamed proudly. "I made it just right!"

Vy'montain paused. "You...made...it?"

"Mmhm!" His son held up his hands as if cupping a stone and ran one over top the other. "It wasn't quite smooth enough, so I fixed it. It wanted to be that shape."

This was new. Papa eyed his son for a moment before pocketing the special rock. "Can you show me?" he asked.

"Sure!" Vy'thanis bent his head and searched around in the water until he found a small pebble. "Nuri and me like marbles, right? So watch this! This one needs to be a marble."

He didn't bother correcting his son's grammar as he watched the child run his fingertips over the pebble. Little chips fell away into the creek water as if Vyth was peeling it like an orange. Within moments, the irregularly shaped pebble was perfectly rounded and smooth, a fine marble. His breath caught. "Vyth, my boy," he said gently, "you need to keep this talent between us, alright? The Wailers would use you for ill if they knew about it."

The Wailers were quite rightfully the children's boogeymen and Vyth's teal eyes grew wide. He nodded solemnly. "Can Nurimont and Mama know?"

"Yes, the family can know," Papa said. "But keep it safe and secret."

"Okay!" Vy'thanis nodded again. There was a loud splash from about fifteen fulms off and the little boy turned at the same time his father's eyes shot to the sound.

His other son, four-year-old Nurimont was sitting in the water, face screwed up as he visibly fought back a wail. Even at four, he'd learned the valuable lesson that one did not make loud noises in the Shroud. It could bring the Wailers around.

Father and elder son both rushed to the little one's side. Vy'thanis crouched down and reached a hand out. "Did you fall?" Nuri nodded. "Take a deep breath then. That's it. Now let it out slowly. Good! Do you hurt?" Nuri nodded again, his blue eyes watering. The elder brother placed his outstretched hand on Nuri's shoulder. "Here. I can carry you home if you want."

"Can walk," the littlest said.

"Okay," Vyth responded. "Let's get you home. We're both wet."

Vy'montain chuckled. "That you are. We need to check on Mama anyway. You can play marbles in the yard for a bit." He smiled as Nurimont pushed himself to his feet and reached for Vyth's hand. The two boys joined him as they walked the quarter-malm back to their ramshackle house deep in the Shroud woods.

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siennamakeschaos · 13 days ago

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first 4 chapters of my cringy self insert au

it's so bad omg

i'm currently rewriting it tho lmao

writing under the cut

@cassieisinthebasementt look i did it :3

Prologue

One step.

One breath.

Another step.

Another breath.

Freedom was so close.

She could almost taste it.

There was chaos behind her.

She had to push forward.

She had to survive.

For both of their sakes.

She couldn’t be responsible for another death.

Sienna sighed as she glanced around the museum. She had her earbuds in, blasting music as loud as she could.

Gladiators are so cool!

Imagine getting to stab people…

I’d love to be a Roman emperor…

The music helped quieten the thoughts a little. Just a little.

A boy caught Sienna’s eye. He had the most gorgeous brown hair- and were his eyes teal?

Sienna let out a quiet breath as she turned back to the armour displays she had been looked at beforehand. A tap on her back made Sienna whirl around.

Standing there, the beautiful boy she had just seen, in all his teal-eyed glory.

“Hey,” The boy had a crisp accent, vaguely similar to the ones Sienna sometimes mock-imitated with her little brother.

Sienna was silent for a few seconds before responding. “Uh, hi? Can I help you?”

The boy grinned a movie-star-worthy smile.

Sienna instantly flushed. “...Well?”

“Is this you?” The boy shoved an article forwards- the local article, in fact.

‘WINNER OF STATE MATHEMATICS COMPETITION!!’

Underneath the headline was a picture of Sienna.

“Uh- I-” Sienna stuttered over her words for a moment. “Well, yeah.”

The boy grinned. “Cool, right person, then. I’m Fitz Vacker.” He held out his hand.

Sienna hesitated before shaking it. “That’s a weird name.” She said.

Fitz rolled his eyes. “It’s not weird. Now, come on, we have a place to be.”

Sienna frowned. “What do you mean we?” This guy- Fitz- was crazy if he thought she was going to just come with him.

“Oh. Yeah. I probably have some explaining to do,” Fitz chuckled. “Listen-”

“Stop,” Sienna interrupted. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but rack off.”

Fitz flinched slightly. “Sienna-”

Sienna was already striding away.

Sienna ha to perform a horrible task that afternoon- her parents were at work so she had to look after her ten-year-old brother, Cory.

“Sienna! There’s somebody at the door,” Cory yelled from the front hall. “Is it your booooyfriend?”

Sienna groaned. Stupid little brothers. “Cory, shut up,” She winced as she drew closer to her brother and his thoughts.

I’m so telling Dad that Sie told me to shut up!

Sienna opened the door and froze.

It was Ritz.

Wait, no, that’s a food, she told herself.

Fitz- that was it.

“Can I help you?” Sienna sighed.

Fitz grinned what Sienna had now deemed The Smile. “Just came to talk.”

He glanced at Cory.

“Go away,” Sienna told Cory bluntly. “If I catch you eavesdropping, you’ll be in huge trouble.”

Cory scampered away, muttering a highly inappropriate comment.

Fitz gave Sienna an amused glance. “That was cute,” He commented.

Sienna shot him a glare. “What do you want?”

Fitz sighed. “Do you trust me?”

“No.”

“That was to be expected,” Fitz extended his hand. “Please, Sienna, this is important.”

Sienna was silent.

Fitz groaned. “Listen, I need you to come with me.”

“Oh, okay, let me get in your van too,” Sienna deadpanned.

Fitz frowned. “What…? You know what, never mind. Please, Sienna.”

Sienna glanced backwards for a moment.

“Don’t worry about your brother,” Fitz said softly.

Sienna sighed. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” She took his hand.

Fitz laughed. “You won’t, I promise.”

Sienna watched as Fitz pulled out a stick with a crystal on the end. “Nice magic wand,” She said sarcastically.

Fitz rolled his eyes. “It’s a pathfinder. My dad’s one, actually.”

Sienna blinked.

“Oh, right, sorry,” Fitz chuckled. “We elves light leap to get around, it’s-”

Sienna interrupted him. “Elves? As in tiny guys with pointy shoes that work for Santa?”

“...Santa?”

“You don’t know him!?” Sienna proceeded to then spend the next ten minutes explaining Santa and Christmas to Fitz-the-dumbass, who was now laughing.

“I am not a tiny slave!” he wheezed.

Sienna scowled.

“Now,” Fitz’s expression turned more serious. “I need you to concentrate on me, yeah?”

“Okay?” Sienna was confused.

Fitz raised the weird pathfinder-that-actually-belonged-to-his-dad thing to the sunlight outside, holding Sienna’s hand tightly.

Sienna gasped softly as a beam of light was reflected from the crystal.

Then Fitz pulled them both into the light.

Sienna felt a mix of swirling emotions as her whole body tingled. All she could see was light, brightness everywhere.

Then, she was on solid ground, instantly falling.

“Never- ever- make me do that again,” Sienna muttered. She was about to Vegemite up her lunch.

Fitz was still wearing The Smile on his face. “You’ll get used to it,”

“What do you mean ‘get used to it’?” Sienna demanded, but Fitz was already walking forwards.

“Fitz!” Sienna hurried to catch up. “What- oh!”

The sight in front of her was absolutely breathtaking, erasing the millions of questions in her mind from focus momentarily.

A crystal city. Buildings rose up, each constructed from a different gem. Amethyst, diamond, ruby, obsidian…

Sienna let out a quiet gasp.

“Eternalia,” Fitz said, gesturing to the shimmering city. “The capital of the Lost Cities.”

“...Lost Cities?”

“Right. The Lost Cities, the land that belongs to us elves. Among other intelligent creatures.”

“Not us, you guys,” Sienna corrected.

“No, Sienna. You’re an elf too.”

Sienna froze. That was ridiculous. She wasn’t an elf- she didn’t have pointy ears, or jingle bells…

“No I’m not,” She scoffed. “That’s stupid.”

Fitz sighed. “I know it’s a lot to take in. But it’s true. You are an elf, Sienna Fox.”

Sienna was silent. She was an elf. Not Sienna the girl- Sienna the elf.

“Why is your head silent?” she blurted.

Fitz tilted his head. “What do you mean- wait.”

There was a moment of silence between them.

“You’re a Telepath?” Fitz’s eyes widened.

Sienna’s voice was barely a whisper. “...Yes.”

Fitz seemed to take a few moments to digest this information. “Okay, Sienna. Let’s…get you back home.”

As soon as Sienna was ‘light leaped’ back home, Fitz was gone. She looked around, confused.

Had she imagined the whole thing?

Sienna stumbled through the front door, hearing the familiar sound of the TV down he other end of the house.

Sienna peeked into the lounge room to see Cory watching a show or something like that. She let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t noticed her brief disappearance.

Sienna fled to her room. What was going on? Was she going crazy?

She sighed as she flopped down onto her bed.

“The thoughts are getting to me…” She murmured.

Sienna had hit her head when she was five, waking up in hospital. That was when she could suddenly hear other people’s unfiltered thoughts.

Sienna was terrified at first- who wouldn’t be?

She soon found ways to quieten the crashing waterfalls of thoughts, however.

Loud music, reading, zoning out…

As Sienna laid in bed, she sighed. Why couldn’t she be normal?

Ever since the accident, Sienna had been different. Even her parents noticed the change.

Hearing everybody’s thoughts must finally be getting to her.

The sound of her dad’s voice down the hall alerted Sienna to his presence.

Sighing, she reluctantly stood up. “Hey, Dad,” Sh greeted, poking her head out of her door.

Her dad grinned. “Hey, kiddo. Good excursion today?”

No, it was horrible, Sienna thought to herself privately. “It was good, I guess,” She said instead.

“That’s great, what-”

Her dad was interrupted by a very loud Cory.

“Dad! Sienna should be in suuuper big trouble. You won’t believe what she said to me today…!”

Sienna groaned internally. Stupid Cory.

At school, Sienna tried to stay away from the older kids.

Some of them had the most horrifying thoughts. Sienna knew many things she definitely did not want to know.

THe library was just about empty that morning, like most days. There were a few people nearby, but their thoughts were focused on their studies.

Sienna was reading a fantasy book- her favourite genre. (Also the only genre she read.)

Just as she was at the climactic battle scene, somebody interrupted her.

“Hey, Sienna,” Fitz flashed The Smile at her.

Sienna paused. “...what the hell? Are you stalking me or something?”

Fitz laughed at that.

“I’m serious…” Sienna mumbled.

Fitz rolled his eyes lightheartedly. “Listen, I’m taking you to see my dad,” He explained.

Sienna frowned. “I’m at school! You can’t just take me away when class is about to start!”

Fttz sighed. “This is important, Sienna.”

Sienna went to protest, but Fitz seized her wrist. “You need to come,” He told her firmly.

Sienna muttered a curse under her breath. “Fine.” She relented. She certainly wasn’t immune to The Smile on Fitz’s face.

Fitz let out a breath of relief. “Okay, let’s go.”

Sienna didn’t understand how they were where they were.

She and Fitz were standing in front of huge, glowing gates.

She hadn’t wallen this time, but definitely felt like Vegemiting up her food again.

“Everglen,” Fitz gestured to the glittering mansion behind the gates. “My house.”

Sienna almost choked. “What are you, billionaires?”

Fitz shook his head. “Human houses are pretty tiny, huh?”

Sienna crossed her arms. “This is unnecessarily huge, though,” She pointed out.

Fitz tilted his head. “I mean…”

Before he could elaborate, the glowing gates swung open.

A tall man with hair and eyes the same colour as Fitz’s stepped forward. “Sienna,” He greeted warmly with an accent just like Fitz’s. “It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Alden Vacker.”

Sienna realised he couldn’t hear Alden’s thoughts, just like it was with Fitz.

While Alden kept talking, she was distracted. Sienna had read plenty of books about telepathy. Maybe…?

Without hesitating, she tried to focus on Alden, and his mind.

One beat.

Two beats.

“You’re making me go through a test?” Sienna exclaimed loudly.

“Sienna!” Fitz looked horrified. “You can’t just read somebody’s mind without their permission!”

“...Oh.” Sienna hadn’t known that.

Alden gave her a sympathetic smile.

“It’s alright, you don’t know our rules,” He assured her. “And, yes, a test. To determine whether you’ll be attending Foxfire.”

“...Foxfire?”

“One of the most noble schools in the Lost Cities!” Fitz piped up.

Were they implying Sienna was going to go to school here?

Alden led them both through the gates, towards the crystal mansion. Sienna as in complete awe of the giant estate around her.

“Enjoying the view?” Fitz chuckled.

Sienna’s face flushed slightly. “I don’t usually see houses like this every day,” She hiffed.

She watched as Alden pushed open the beautiful front door, revealing an interior even more elegant as the exterior. She found herself staring at the decorated walls as Fitz shepherded her into what seemed to be the lounge room.

The breathtaking girl sitting inside caught all of Sienna’s attention.

The girl splayed out on one of the couched was the most beautiful person Sienna had ever laid eyes on.

Long strands of chestnut hair reaching down her back. Striking teal eyes that just reflected the sunlight in just the right way. Tanned skin that looked as smooth as silk. Curves in all the right places.

Sienna had to resist the urge to gasp.

The girl turned to look at them. At the sight of Sienna, she scowled. Even her lips were stunning, painted a gentle red that drew Sienna’s eyes to them.

“Fitz, who is this?” The girl demanded, rising to her feet.

“Sienna Fox,” Fitz replied, since Sienna was too busy trying not to stare at the beauty before her.

He nudged Sienna gently. “My sister, Biana."

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc writing #we're gonna ignore sienna (me) simping over biana for a full page (a5)#kotlc fanfic #self insert au #biana vacker #fitz vacker

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vilevenom · 8 months ago

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Guess who finally got a couple hours of time to write? Aw yis.

Here is the first of a small series of non-consecutive drabbles/ficlets I plan to write to expand on the 'Hello My Old Heart' Hickdory series.

First up - a baby hatches!

Forlorn. That would be the word Hickory would use to describe the expression currently on John Dory's face.

John was sat at the kitchen table, his arms folded over the surface, and chin resting atop them. In front of him sat their egg, propped up and half wrapped in the softest blankets they could find. The shell had finished developing its colors a few weeks ago; a soft blue at the top fading into a vibrant orange at the bottom, with yellow speckles chaotically scattered all over, while from the top sprouted a curly tuft of orange hair.

"What's got ya lookin' so sad, darlin'?" Hickory asked, setting a mug of hot cocoa next to John's elbow.

The teal troll sighed as he sat back, mindful of the mug as he moved. "Doctor Moonbloom said it should've hatched by now," he muttered, taking up his mug and cradling it close to his chest.

"It'll happen when it's meant to," Hickory said, pressing a kiss to John's temple, "Ya just gotta be patient."

"I know," John snapped, immediately looking contrite as Hickory raised a brow at him. "Sorry," he muttered, curling around his mug, "I just…what if I did something wrong?"

"Like what?"

John shrugged, blowing on his cocoa. "I don't know. Didn't keep it in my hair enough? Jostled it too much? Sang the wrong song around it? Didn't let /you/ carry it enough? There's a multitude of things I could've done wrong."

"I think yer bein' a bit harsh on yerself, hun," Hickory said with a lopsided smile. "Sometimes eggs just hatch late. I think I recall one egg, back before, well, everythin'," he waved a hand casually through the air, "I think it hatched a whole week later than the doc said it would. Nearly drove their poor parents batty."

"Yeah, that'd drive me batty, too," John grumbled, taking a sip of his cocoa. "My family doesn't hatch late. All of my brothers hatched around their expected dates, almost to the day. Branch was so on time we were all already sitting around his egg, waiting for the first crack when he wrestled his way out."

Hickory let out a quiet snort of laughter at the thought of a tiny Branch struggling his way out of an egg shell. "I wish I could tell ya how my family was, but Dickory didn't exactly share a whole lotta history with me. An' ya know my parents were gone before I could meet 'em, so…" he trailed off with a short shrug.

"I know you probably meant for that to make me feel better, but it didn't," John muttered, tipping his head back to look at Hickory stood next to him. "What if I've already fucked our kid up?"

Hickory sighed heavily, placing a hand on John's shoulder to give it a comforting squeeze. "Ya didn't, darlin'. I promise."

Three more days passed, and John Dory was growing restless. He was pacing the living room floor of their pod when Hickory came home from the market, their egg in his arms. He was muttering quietly to either himself or the egg, Hickory couldn't tell which, looking like he was about three seconds from bursting into tears.

"Johnny?"

John jumped slightly, clutching the egg to his chest. He gave Hickory a wide eyed stare while taking in a shuddering breath. "Oh. You're home."

"I am," Hickory said softly with a little nod, setting the bag of food he'd bought to the side quickly. "John, what's wrong?"

"I ruined it," John hiccupped as Hickory cautiously approached, tears welling in his eyes.

"What'd ya ruin, hun?"

"Our baby," John nearly whispered, dipping his chin and squeezing his eyes shut as tears began to run down his cheeks. "It hasn't hatched yet. It's five days late. I ruined it. I wasn't perfect and now it'll never hatch."

"Oh, darlin', no," Hickory was quick to sooth, wrapping his arm around John's shoulder and coaxing him to sit on the floor with him. He tugged John into his chest once they were both kneeling, running his fingers through the teal trolls hair as John cried silently over their egg. "Ya just gotta give it a bit more time, hun. I promise, ya didn't do nothin' wrong. It'll hatch." He held the teal troll closer as he felt Johns head shake under his chin. "Yes. It will. It's bein' a stubborn little bug, but remember about that other egg I told ya about? It was a whole week late. An' I'm sure there's loads a' parents around the village here who have stories a' their own little ones taking forever to come out."

John leaned into Hickory, sniffling quietly. He didn't agree with Hickory, but he also didn't try to actively argue the point again, so Hickory took it as a win.

Another day came and went, and the egg still remained unbroken. John was staring at it again at the kitchen table.

"Hey." Hickory bit his lip as John jumped, having obviously been lost in his own thoughts and didn't notice Hickory's approach. "I packed us up a nice picnic dinner. Thought we could go star gaze, an' get outta the pod for a bit."

John blinked owlishly at Hickory for a moment before shaking his head and pulling the blankets and egg towards himself. "No. We can't leave. What if it hatches?"

"We're obviously gonna take it with us, darlin'," Hickory said with a kind smile. He reached out to gently take the egg from John's hands, only to settle it carefully in John's hair. It was large enough now that it stuck out of his teal locks a fair bit, the orange tuft a stark contrast against his own hair.

"But-"

"No buts. We're gonna get outta here, enjoy some good food, an' have a nice time. It's warm out, and the stars are promisin' to look real pretty tonight. Personally, I think you enjoyin' yerself will probably be good fer the egg," Hickory said, tipping John's chair to force him to stand.

"How so?" John asked, stumbling to his feet. He reached up to ensure the egg was secure, following after Hickory at a sedate pace as the county troll scooped up a picnic basket and a couple blankets.

"Because you bein' in a good mood will have better, ah," Hickory snapped his fingers, word on the tip of his tongue, "Uh, vibes? Energy? I dunno, Poppy said somethin' t'me about it the other day. But, the long an' short of it is, you bein' happy will help make the egg happy."

John looked skeptical, but didn't argue with Hickory as they left their pod, gave a brief greeting to Rhonda, and began heading up to the hill that overlooked the village.

"This is nice."

Hickory hummed, leaning into John's shoulder as they watched the stars on the horizon. "Told ya."

John chuckled, squishing a small berry into Hickory's cheek, earning a squawk of indignity from the county troll. "Yeah, yeah."

The two continued to sit in pleasant silence for a few more minutes, when suddenly John sat stock still. Hickory was in the middle of trying to ensure the red berry smeared on his face wouldn't stain his fur when he noticed John's panicked expression.

"Darlin'? What's the matter?"

John's wide eyes went from staring at the horizon to looking fearfully at Hickory. "It's moving."

It took Hickory a moment to realize what, exactly, John was talking about. He jumped into action as soon as he did, grabbing the extra blanket he'd brought in case it got chilly, and bundling it up in front of John. He and John reached into his hair, carefully extracting the egg and place it on the blankets. It wiggled weakly at first, before jerking violently to the side.

"Woah!" John cried out, reaching for the egg, only to be stopped as Hickory grabbed his hands.

"Let 'em do it on their own," he breathed, rapt gaze focused on the wriggling egg.

The two at silent attention as the egg wobbled one way, only to jerk in the other direction not a moment later. It was the most movement John could recall seeing from an egg, and he'd witnessed all four of his brothers hatch. "Come on, baby, you can do it," he whispered in encouragement, letting out a quiet whoop as the first crack appeared in the shell.

Hickory's grip had gone from holding John's wrist, to holding tightly to his hands, the two unconsciously leaning forward as more cracks began to form around the first. Finally, a tiny blue fist burst through the shell, grabbing at the air, before disappearing back inside.

"Oh! It's blue," John half cried, tears in his eyes and a grin on his face.

"Yeah," Hickory breathed, in awe as their child's fingers reappeared to pull at the shell, tugging pieces inside, rather than pushing out. He chuckled wetly, his own tears forming. "Hey, bug, I think yer doin' it a little backwards, there."

After a few minutes of the tiny hand yanking bits of shell into the egg, a brilliant green eye peered out of the hole. It blinked at John and Hickory, before disappearing again. The two laughed at their baby's apparent shyness, only for Hickory to yelp and John to reach out in a panic as the egg tipped backwards. It would seem they had little to worry about, however, as two tiny blue legs burst out of the shell, followed by their baby sitting up. The top of the egg shell still sat on his head, while the rest was in little scattered bits all over the blanket. He grinned and giggled up at them, clapping his hands together, before shaking his head to toss the last of the shell away, releasing a head of puffy bright orange hair.

"Oh," John breathed, reaching out to scoop their new baby boy into his arms, "Hello there."

"He's got freckles," Hickory noted next to him, leaning into John's shoulder and gently cupping the baby's cheek. He let his thumb trail over sparkling yellow freckles.

"And your nose," John chuckled, booping the baby gently on his light yellow nose. This elicited a bright and loud giggle from the baby as he tried to grab at John's fingers.

"Did you think of a name?" Hickory asked, letting the baby catch one of his own fingers and snorting a laugh as it was nearly immediately shoved into the baby's mouth.

"What do you think of Sky?" John asked, glancing at Hickory out of the corner of his eye.

Hickory pressed a kiss to John's cheek, curling into his new family with a happy little sigh. "I think it's perfect."

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls world tour #trolls john dory #trolls hickory #trolls oc #trolls fanfic #hickdory #things that i wrote

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dragonrider9905 · 2 years ago

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Sunset in Your Eyes, Sunrise of My Life

Thank you so much for the prompt @photogirl894!!! I really like how this one turned out, and I hope you do too!!!! This piece is a participation in @clonexreaderbingo!

Bingo card square: sunset

Being a bartender at 79’s had its perks and its downsides.

One of the perks was serving a very lively and lovely crowd: the clones.

One of the downsides: you had strange, strange late hours that threw you for a loup.

But you loved it.

Tonight was one of those nights that got your blood boiling a good kind of heat. You were laughing and dancing around the bar table filling orders, flirting and socializing with what came to be your favorite group of human beings. These clones were (almost) always respectful, kind, considerate, brave, modest, funny…there were a few bad apples in the bunch but overall, whenever you worked this job, you always had fun, and left with a glow in your face and warm feeling in your heart.

If only you didn’t have to work your other job to make this one possible!

The lights were low and the music was high, loudly beating out a jukebox favorite. The bar was busy, just how you liked it. The dance floor was filled and you saw many happy faces, as there ought to be. All of your favorite people were gathered for a relaxing evening where they could forget the war for a little while. All your favorite colors were in town. The grays, the golds, the blues, and finally a few teals showed up. A familiar kind face finally making his way to his normal spot with the same kind, tired smile.

“Hey Howzer, how’s it going? Your normal?”

You knew most of the regulars and their orders by now. Howzer was more than a regular to you though. He’d become sort of a brother, watching out for you when the boys would get rowdy or when nat borns would get disrespectful. He was quiet at first but you brought out the playful side of him. You always looked forward to seeing him and worried when he was deployed, whether or not he’d come back.

“Yeah, you know, not bad. Better now that I’ve seen you.”

“Thanks hun. Here you go. You know, there is more to life than Mailoorun cocktails? Try branching out a little, it’s on me. If you hate it, you can get your next regular free.”

Howzer laughed, “No thanks, I’m good. I like the fruity stuff. It is one of two reasons I come back here.” He held up his hand and coughed into it while saying “I’ve got to make sure my vod’ika stays out of trouble.”

You gave him a look and he returned it with a goofy grin.

“Plus, I don’t want to take money from your hard earned tips…I know you don’t earn a lot working here.”

“You’re worth it though.”

Howzer’s face softened a little. “Thanks…but all the same. The fruity stuff, vod’ika. Tell me how you’ve been?”

For a good half hour, you went between chatting Howzer’s ear off, ragaling him with tales of work, 79s, school and your family life. Howzer returned with stories of his brothers. Never of the war, always jocular tales of the boys.

During this time, clones would come and go but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a pair of clones who always made you smile. They entered not too long ago but were engaged in conversation so you hadn’t approached them yet. The one with the five tattooed on his forehead had his arm slung over his buddy with a hand painted on his chest piece. Quite obviously annoying his brother by the look on his face. Howzer grinned a knowing grin at you and eyed the same pair, raising his eyebrows a little.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything! He’s a good lad, and he’s obviously nervous. Why don’t you talk to him?”

You chuckled. “I know who he is, Howzer. He’s one of my favorites. I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to flirt with him first; let’s see how red we can make his face.”

“You’re horrible, but I love you for it.”

“Aw shucks, thanks!”

You made your way down the bar, talking and pouring more drinks. The closer you got, the more you caught of their conversation.

“You should talk to her.”

“No! She is too good for someone like me. I’ll just bongle everything up.”

“You’re so sweet to her; you’ve got a chance. This isn’t your first time talking to her. You should just ask her out.”

“No way; that could be taken as disrespectful. She deserves all the respect in the galaxy, and if I mess it up, she wouldn’t speak to me again—wouldn't blame her for it either.”

“Hey, she’s coming over this way. I’m going to call her over and you’re going to talk to her.”

“Don’t you dare! Fives!”

“Hey miss! We’d like to order here, please? When you have a moment?”

“Fives you little—” His angry expression cut short when you walked up to the pair with a smile, shocked nervousness and wide eyes replacing the annoyed look of before.

“Uh, hi, yes, we’re thirsty, water please? Water good. You’re pretty. Good. You’re good at this, and kind. Thank you for asking.”

“This is a bar, you can have something else besides water.” You leaned over the counter and practically put your face next to his, and watched the clone blush at your closeness to him. That, or from his embarrassment. “We do have good Corellian whisky. Might be a good change from your normal, Galaxy Explosion.”

“Uhhhh, yes please, Ma’am. Sounds good. Wait, you remember what I drink?”

You smiled, “I remember a lot about you, Echo.”

He froze, and stared into your eyes, mouth agape. You could almost see the cogs turning in his brain, trying to figure out what you meant by that.

“Here I was hoping you’d say the same thing, love. I’ll be right back with your drink. What’ll you have, Fives?” You leaned over to give the extroverted brother some attention.

“Give me the same as him!”

“You got it!”

You chuckled, then went to fetch the glasses and materials needed to concoct the specialty. You saw Echo let out a big breath then shove his brother next to him.

“Fives, I swear…” but you interrupted again, coming with a few bottles.

“Have you ever seen one made? Watch this.”

You started flipping the bottles, tossing them in the air then catching and pouring them. You lit the top with a blue flame then served him, smirking satisfied at his gawk.

“You are…that was perfect. Thank you.”

“You haven’t tried it yet, hun. Wait til you do, then compliment the work.”

He eyed the glass suspiciously, turning it around in his hands.

“I didn’t poison it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Echo looked up aghast. “I…it’s not that. How do I drink something flaming?”

“You blow it out first.”

“Oh.”

Still not looking convinced, he blew out the flame and brought the cup to his lips, face still scrunched up suspiciously.

Echo was a person of habit, you knew exactly why he was reacting this way but it was too good not to tease him about it. You snickered and he raised his eyebrows.

“I’ll get you your regular, hun. I can tell you don’t like it!”

“No! It is really good…”

“But it isn’t what you wanted. I’ll be right back.”

While you were mixing Echo’s new drink you saw Echo run a hand through his hair.

“I’m digging my own grave right now, Fives. I just insulted her and I have no idea how I did that. Just bury me now.” Echo clunked his head on the counter.

“Eh, I don’t think she took it as an insult…hey, she’s coming back.”

Echo shot straight back up.

“I like what you made, but thank you for this. I’m sorry I was rude…”

“Echo.” You broke him off rather sharply. “You weren’t rude. I’ve seen you in here a bunch of times and this is what you get because you like it. If you weren’t in the mood for the other one, I wasn’t going to make you drink it, even if it was good.”

Echo let out a breath.

“Still…”

“No buts or stills. Tell me how you’ve been, love.”

Echo colored a little bit at the nickname and slowly the shyness melted away as his slow, calculated speech started to turn playful and quick, filled with fun and smiles. It did not escape your notice that Fives was being uncharacteristically quiet, signature smirk ever present on his face.

The nervousness was replaced with a happy glow, and Echo soon started to smile at your special nickname for him. Throughout the night, you bounced between the customers but always came back to him to finish one of the many conversations you’d started. Howzer just smiled. He liked where this was going.

“That’s why I like sunsets…” you concluded. “They say everything is going to be ok. A sort of promise, you know? After a long day, they offer some peace, some serenity. A farewell to the day, even if it was bad, there is still something to be grateful for. I can’t even describe how I feel when I watch one…each is so different! If I miss a sunset, I try to watch the sunrise. It either starts my day out right, or ends my day well.”

“Good luck seeing anything on this polluted planet. I swear it just turns from night to day. Nothing like what I’ve seen on other planets.” Echo scoffed.

“Coruscant has some of the most lovely sunrises and sunsets, if you know where to look for them.” You placed your hands on your hips, raising your chin challengingly, “You can’t see them most places but believe me, it is worth it—if you know the right spot to sit. I know some secret places that would rival some of your ‘oh so great’ sightings.”

“If you say so.”

“Say, I get off at 400 hours. Want to head back around six thirty and we can watch the sunrise together?”

“Or how about I just stay here, you know, to protect you. Fight off all those unrulies for you. Make sure you’re alright. Some sketchy people can sit in a bar late at night.”

“I’ve survived before you came along, Echo.” You smirked but your eyes betrayed their sparkle. “But if you wanted to stick around, I wouldn’t protest. And by unruly, you mean Fives right?”

Echo’s lips pulled up into a smile.

“Of course.”

“Hey! I heard that!”

“Then it’s a date!” You said excitedly.

“A…date? Yes! A date!” Echo looked flustered. You could only snicker, it was so cute.

The night went quickly and slowly the patrons trickled out of the bar. You said goodnight to Howzer, Fives took his leave, then it was just you and Echo alone in the empty room.

“I have to clean up, then I’ll be ready.”

“I can help.”

“No, Echo, just sit and enjoy yourself…”

“No, I’m helping. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go on our ‘date’.” Scooping up a bunch of glasses and heading for the kitchen, the discussion was ended. You could only shake your head with a touched smile.

— — —

You and Echo climbed to one of the highest buildings of the city. The world below buzzed with activity but up here, it was only a distant noise. The lights of the city were glowing softly, like a blazing campfire.

You took a seat on the platform and patted the spot next to you.

“You’ll have to admit I’m right.” You said a little winded. “This spot is the best on Coruscant.”

“Ok, you win with this one. No matter what the sky looks like, this is pretty amazing.”

You smirked a little and looked out towards the east, waiting for the glorious gold you knew was to come. Echo fiddled with his hands a little trying to form his thoughts. Finally, he came up with something.

“You know, what I wanted to say was that you’re pretty, and kind. Still stands. Would you go out with me?”

You tore your eyes away from the horizon.

“What?” Had you heard him right?

Echo turned a deep red. “I said, uh, would you go out with me, on a date—a real one where I can treat you special?”

Your confusion turned to pure bliss. “Echo, I couldn’t love anything more.”

You looked into his eyes and noticed they were their own sunset. The amber color threw off golds and rich browns as the reddened sun flashed across them. There was a firmness, a fierceness, enflamed there yet a kindness that ruled them all.

His eyes held all the power of the setting sun and you knew you no longer would have to wait until the end of the day for serenity and peace and certainty. All you’d have to do was look deeply into the eyes of the man before you.

“Say, we come back here and watch the sunset tonight? I’ll pack some food, and maybe some music, if you want to dance that is.”

“Echo! You’re such a romantic!”

“You have no idea.”

In that moment, the sun broke from its cage in the clouds, spilling over the planet, blanketing it in a sheet of gold. Echo gasped, spellbound.

“Ok, you were right. This is…amazing.”

You chuckled but he interrupted you.

“But I’ll just have to one up you by bringing you to Kamino to watch a sunset or sunrise there. They’re rare but nothing can beat a sunset at home.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

You watched every sunset you could together after that. Your relationship grew with every rising sun. When you’d work late, Echo would stop by and watch the sunrise with you. If you had school and worked your other job, he’d join you for the sunset. You continued your routine when Echo was deployed but it wasn’t the same. It was always so much more special with him. Every once and a while, he’d comm you but nothing compared to having him sit in silence next to you while you watched the sky transform before you.

When he was finally home, you’d spend the evenings chatting away. Tonight was different though. An unknown heaviness weighed on your heart. You couldn’t explain it, or put your finger on it. It just sat there, its presence demanding to be known. Echo had been back for nearly two weeks and you soaked up every minute you could together before he was deployed again tomorrow. You’ve been through this so many times. Why was this different?

“Echo, I have a strange feeling about this one. I wish I could tell you not to go, but I know I can’t…just…be careful, ok?”

Echo knew he hadn’t told you much about this mission. It was dangerous and he didn’t want you to worry. But he was an ARC. This is what he was made for. Besides, when he got back from the Citadel mission, he’d have a good story to share with you. But all he could say was:

“I promise.”

You stayed silent after that, snuggling up a little closer to him, as if it would be the last time, and watched the world fall to night.

— — —

To say you were in a foul mood was an understatement.

School sucked today, your other boss was being a jerk for no good reason, and you just mourned the first year anniversary of Echo being killed.

If another person tried to make a pass or ask you out, their hand was going to be shattered today. If another kriffer told you to move on because enough time had passed, you were going to kriffing break something, like their face.

You weren’t nearly ready for that.

No one could replace your Echo.

It had been so long but at the same time, it felt like only yesterday you’d seen Fives walk in, dressed in full uniform before the bar closed, face more serious than you’d ever seen it, and you knew. He didn’t have to say anything, you just knew. And you were grateful for him coming at the end of your shift because you wouldn’t have been able to make it through that day if he’d come sooner.

You remembered how Fives helped you close up, took you home, and took care of you in the following days. You helped each other heal. You’d always been friends, but you became good friends after that. A knowing smile here, a remembrance there, a slight “he woulda loved this” “I know.” Shared between the two of you.

But then Fives was ripped from you as well.

Lots of men never came back. It always saddened you, but it never weighed as heavily as it did now after Echo’s demise. Every death stung so much more.

“Don’t you ever do that to me.” You’d told Howzer. “Or I’ll kill you.”

He’d smile sadly at you and make the promise he knew he didn’t have the power to keep. You knew he couldn’t keep it because life had different ideas in place. You just needed to hear him say it, promise that he’d do anything he could to survive. He came less and less to 79’s due to his new outpost on Ryloth but you kept in contact through holocalls. It became your only reassurance he was alive, as his barstool sat abandoned more and more frequently, only to be taken up by some stranger instead.

Heart and feet heavy, you strolled into work to prep the bar for an evening of “fun”. You had an hour to sulk in before you had to plaster a smile on your face. Clean the counter, set the glasses, cool some of the products, prep the pretzels, then give yourself five minutes to rehearse a convincing laugh.

The minutes went by quickly, and you were lagging. Becoming more exhausted, earlier than normal. You knew why, but that didn’t help. It only made it harder. Bracing your palms in a tight grip on the back counter, stepping back and bending at your middle, you leaned over hoping that would relax you and help the air into your lungs.

You just needed a few minutes, then you’d look like you were ok, even though you weren’t.

You heard a throat clear behind you, and you could tell whatever the man had to say was going to be a jest or a horrible flirt. To be frank, you weren’t in the mood. You opened your mouth to say so in the most (un)kind way you could think of so the kriffer would back off and leave you alone (plus you weren’t even open yet, what the heck) when you heard:

“Uh, hi, yes, we’re thirsty, water please? Water good.” The man had to stop and compose his voice before continuing. Laughs and emotion hidden under the surface. “You’re pretty. Good. You’re good at this, and kind. Thank you for asking. But what I wanted to say was that you’re pretty, and kind. Still stands. Would you go out with me?”

You froze. Not daring to move.

“Hm, I remember the service being better here before I died. Perhaps my memory is wrong. Thought she’d at least glare at me for how bad that was. Rude really.”

You gasped and gripped the shelf behind you until your knuckles lost feeling, not daring to look back. You could feel your lungs protest, claiming an unusual rhythm on its own, body shaking, eyes stinging.

It couldn’t be.

“Echo?”

It was barely a whisper but the voice heard you, and responded with a chuckle.

“How could you tell, was it the corny compliment?”

The voice was closer; it was no longer behind the bar but directly behind you. You could feel his breath tickle your ear and push your hairs to your cheek.

“I-is this real?”

You couldn’t look up. If you did, he’d surely vanish. After all, that’s how dreams worked. If you didn’t look up, the longer he’d stay.

Instead of an answer, you felt an arm snake around your waist, your back flushing against his chest. Instinctively, you closed your eyes and grabbed the arm wrapped around you. You couldn’t look, if you did, you’d wake up. This brief moment of happiness would be over.

“I hope so. Because if this isn’t, I’m not leaving this dream.”

“...that sounds like something someone would say in a dream…”

The phantom of Echo, with very real arms, huffed.

“Or perhaps it is something half romantic, half stupid, only Echo could come up with.”

“Now I like that a lot better.” His voice sounded so jocular.

“Echo…?”

“Hm?”

His face was in your hair now. You could feel him nuzzling his way to the crook of your neck so he could rest his chin there.

“You were dead. You…”

All strength left your body as the shock wore off. Tears fell unchecked and unstoppable. Your legs gave beneath you. If it wasn’t for Echo holding you, you would have fallen. Echo held tight but guided you to the floor so you could rest. He didn’t move from behind you yet, but waited for you to turn around when you were ready.

Sobs wrecked your body, so Echo decided to sway you back and forth in hopes it would comfort you. Assuring words easily came. When none seemed to be working he tried something else.

“Death cannot stop true love; it can only delay it for a little while.”

Your gasp turned into a snort and airy laugh, his words having the desired effect at last.

“We’ve watched too many old holofilms together. They give you the worst ideas. You really had to say that, didn’t you.”

You could feel him grin against your cheek.

“That was pretty good, you have to admit. I planned that one out for a while. Never thought I’d be able to use it, then I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”

“Oh, did you now?”

You finally shifted in a half circle to look at him directly. What you saw was not what you were expecting. One hand was gone, replaced by a metal scomp, his head where his goofy hair used to be, had ports, and his cheeks were hollow, face pale. A look of all the suffering he endured plastered on his face.

But those eyes…they were the same. You would know them anywhere.

You reached your hand up to stroke his cheek.

“I know I look different…” a shadow of doubt clouded his face. He looked away trying to find words. Your hand gently guided his gaze back to you.

“Echo I couldn’t care less what you look like…You’re here. You’re back…”

Another wave of emotion crashed against you. Heaving, you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m just so glad you’re back. I missed you so much.”

“Cyar’ika, we’ve….got a lot to talk about. Can we talk after work tonight?”

“Echo, you’ve been dead for a year. We can talk right now.”

You glanced at the clock. “I’ll get Ted to cover my shift, we’ll still have time to catch the sunset.”

— — —

You jostled the crate in your arms. It was heavy, but you were used to hard work.

You heaved and pulled it closer to you, grunting under its weight. Sure you were used to it, but this kind of work also used to be more pleasant.

This bar wasn’t as good as the one you were used to, but it was a job, you got paid, and it was away from all the ‘noise’ in the galaxy. You knew it wouldn’t last forever but for right now, it was what you needed.

After the Empire rose and the Jedi Order fell, you fled Coruscant and ended up here of all places.

By here, you meant the backwater, sketchy, seedy, good for nothing planet of Ord Mantell in a bar owned by someone of similar repute. She went by the name ‘Cid’ but some part of you doubted that was her real name. You couldn’t help but to be suspicious. You trusted less than no one here.

Nevertheless, she hired you and didn’t ask questions (too many questions); just how you wanted it.

You’d lost Echo one more time…Your heart was so sore but numb by now; After what you’d seen what had happened to the clones, how they all weirdly changed from robust to robotic, you never reached out. Echo never reached out either…from what you knew. You changed your comm channel a long time ago. If he’d suddenly decided after a month of nothing to contact you, you wouldn’t know it.

Your arms started to ache. Cid had you running all sorts of errands that weren’t technically your job, which made you salty, but you couldn’t afford to lose this job. Money was a rare thing in the galaxy and earning it honestly, was even rarer.

A sigh escaped your mouth—you couldn’t decide which was more rare, money or love. You’d gained a beautiful man who loved you, only to lose him. He came back, only to disappear again without a trace. Was he dead? Did he just forget about you? What had happened? You didn’t get it.

Maybe we just weren’t meant to be. Perhaps our sunrise was supposed to melt into something else. Maybe our relationship has had its final sunset.

Thinking like that wasn’t going to help anyone. Shaking your head, you tried to rid yourself of the thoughts, but they’d always haunt the back of your mind and you knew it. You had other things to worry about so you tried to focus on that.

Cid’s ‘special team’ was going to be in today. Apparently they’d run a few high risk jobs with very successful outcomes—a very rare feat for some of the rumors you heard about the jobs. It was unfair you hadn’t met them yet. It honestly felt like Cid was keeping you from them on purpose and you didn’t like it. It wouldn’t be in your interests naturally. If she didn’t want you to know them, you’d better introduce yourself soon, you thought.

The door slid open quietly. Cid’s gravelly voice already talking at a loud volume.

“My bartender is out. Should be back with the stuff you boys want soon. Why don’t you wait in my office while I’ll settle stuff with her before we discuss your next job.”

Yeah, yeah, whatever Cid, I’m moving. I’m moving.

You weren’t supposed to be back for another half hour…you’d gotten back early. Perhaps this was a good time to make an entrance, bother the cranky old lady by not only showing her your efficiency (not that that would do anything) but you’d drop in on the team. The look on her face would be worth it.

But when you stepped fully inside, your body locked up. Your fingers turned cold and became rigid, but in their rigidity, they lost all their strength.

The box crashed on the floor with a bang, undoubtedly cracking the crate. You heard the bottles clank, probably broke a few. Your feet started to get wet, so that was a good guess.

But you couldn’t look down. Your eyes were locked on the scene in front of you.

Four men and a little girl were crowded around your counter, now all turned to look where the noise came from. A familiar set of amber eyes rested on you, first with surprise and shock, then excitement and love.

“E-Echo? I-is that you?”

Your throat tightened and tears sprung to your eyes without permission, breathing becoming irregular, air demanding to be let in in heaves.

The clone in question broke from his brothers and made his way to where you stood, cautious but quickly.

“Echo!” You cried again, breaking out of your stupor and running towards him. “Echo! You’re ok? You’re alive? Echo…”

Echo scooped you up in his arms and held you tightly.

“Oh cyar’ika…I was so worried about you.” He cradled you against him, stroking your hair and rubbing soothing circles on your back to abate your sobbing, “I tried to call you but there was never an answer. I was so worried. I couldn’t at first because it was too risky. It made me sick but I had to protect you. Not hearing from you…I thought something bad happened…”

When your cries finally overpowered his own worries, he tried to calm you by abating those. “I’m here; I’m fine. I’ve got a sister now, I’d like you to meet her. She’s great and she’ll love you. I’m ok, I’m really here…It’s over now…I’m never leaving you again.”

You had to laugh. Of all the places, this is where you’d meet him?

“So your Cid’s special team?”

He chuckled. “So your her amazing bartender who always disappears when we show up? All this time you’ve fetched us things and I didn’t even know it was you…”

Your mind ran through all the errands Cid had you do at the request of her ‘special team’ getting parts or food and whatnot.

“Still looking out for me, even if you didn’t know it.”

You bit your lip. Did Cid intentionally keep you apart? Anger started to course through you, but you’d never said anything to her about Echo. Had Echo said something to her?

Echo watched the different emotions cross your face. He knew you must have questions and there would be time for answers later. Now he only wanted one thing.

He leaned down, lips grazing yours as he whispered:

“Would you like to watch the sunset? It's been so long…”

You prayed there’d be more sunsets between you. You hoped beyond hope that this sunrise wouldn’t end. That you could sit together side by side and watch the days melt away together and weave a glorious glow of memory. The only sunset you needed was right before you, in Echo’s eyes.

#the bad batch #tbb echo #clone x reader #clone x you #echo x you #echo x reader #fives clone wars #echo #clone trooper x reader #echo the bad batch #echo the clone wars #howzer #captain howzer #CFB2023

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sleepyfan-blog · 7 months ago

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Author’s note: this is Mer-Deimos’ debut! Next

Warnings: transformation

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Summary: Deimos uses a special mirror to aid him in mimicking his target.

“Mirror, mirror shining bright, what will you show me tonight? A glimpse of my enemy, koving where they should not be? My allies’ whispered plots and lies? Or the truth that all disguise?” Deimos croon as he swims gracefully around a very old, very well taken care of and highly polished silver backed mirror. He swum around it nine times exactly as he chanted the words before moving up to the mirror's surface and looking into it.

What the alpha legionnaire saw was not his reflection - a bald mer-octopus with teal skin and bright silver rings that warned those who could see him of the venom he could spit and bite at will, but a striking Blood Angel, the other's gold-spun hair shining in gilded waves around him as his sanguine eyes shone and he covered his mouth to laugh, eyes flicking over to a companion

Demos tilted his head as he memorized the other Astartes’ form. First, his eyes shifted from the aqua-blue that made him stand out slightly amongst his brothers to the keen-eyed, shifting to the crimson of his target. His nails - kept carefully filed and sharpened shortened and the color of the top half of his body shifted shades. finally his lower half began to shift from the eight tentacles to the singular silvery tail and long gliding fins of his currently clueless target.

Hair grew from his scalp, tickling fiercely. It took several long minutes to adjust it to the right length, wave pattern and shade. He stared at his target, shifting his cheekbones and nose into the correct shape before bearing his many jagged teeth, realignment and shifting them one tooth at a time. Careful, now. Patience. Blood Angels lived in tightly knit pods, and he would need to trail his target for days to ensure his scent and vocal mimicry were correct.

Once Deimos was sure that his mimic was as correct as he could make it, he swim off to report to his superior officer, to get his full mission. Their primarchs’ sacred mirror was an incredible, enduring gift their beloved fathers had given to all Alpha Legionnaires, but could only give them so much.

The brief expressions of panic and distress that his brothers shot his way as he swam past them, careful to use his new fins and tail in the ways that Blood Angels’ effortlessly glided through the water pleased Deimos greatly. It meant that his disguise should stand up to proper scrutiny.

#Celestial Seas au #oc: deimos #alpha legion #my writing #mermay 2024

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sister-cna-reader · 2 years ago

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How Red hood became a Househusband part 7 Preview

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Jazz couldn’t help the dry mouth she had as she watched Jason’s body in motion. When she had found him in the alley, halfway to dead, his body was suited in kevlar and layers of leather and carbon fiber. In the Ghost Zone, his soulless body was more like a doll, a mere sculpture. Even then, the body still had a shirt on.

But now…

Oh Ancients she was starting to understand the physical attraction thing. The power he carried in his body was a well-honed thing. Swift movements were compounded by his flexibility. While his older brother was clearly the more flexible one, with his backbends and high kicks, Jason moved like water.

Flowing around strikes and crashing hits. The upper half of his body was naked, allowing maximum movement, and letting her watch the symphony of muscles play under his skin.

“Dora would have a fit if she knew you were watching.” Dan rumbled next to her ear.

“Mm? Whys that?” Jazz follow the action and listened with half an ear.

“Apparently, it wasn’t that long ago where feats of strength were used for courting between ghosts. Why do you think she gets so flustered with Fright Knight nearby?”

As the words sunk in, she watched as Jason managed to pick Dick up and bodily throw him up and over onto the mats. He panted and stretched his shoulders. The pose lengthened his torso and let the pants he wore show his hip bones.

Their eyes met and Jazz could feel her core buzz.

“ - a round with him?” the baritone of Dan’s voice jolted Jazz from Jason’s gaze.

“What?” she gasped.

Dan’s fangs shone and his red eyes glowed with humor. “You want to take a round or two with him? Not for long. I have a plan.”

Her hands tingled with anticipation of feeling his warm skin. But she knew her strengths and limiting herself to only her upper body wasn’t going to cut it. “I’m in a short dress Dan.”

He pushed her to the mats anyway. “Like I said, I have a plan. Just keep him on his toes for a bit.”

Jason’s smile as she stumbled into the ring sent butterflies carreening in her belly. He eyed her bare feet and pulled his boots and socks off to even the playing field.

“And here I thought the big guy was joining to be next.” They circled each other, “I’m assuming you’ve had some training?”

Jazz shrugged, “Mostly from my mom. I’m not even sure what you’d call that kind of thing.”

He was the first to lunge forward, open palmed, intending to scare instead of the full hits he gave to his brother. She danced around the playful bats, forcing him to move faster.

It sent a thrill through her as their skin connected where she grasped his arm in a lock.

Jason had felt the same thing from the way his breath hitched. His muscles loosened under her palm and she took that opening kicking his leg out from under him. They both careened to the mat knocking the air of his lungs with a wheeze.

She had him pinned, hips pressed together and her legs locked around his. It wasn’t a good pin. If he wasn’t so winded he’d easily use his upper body strength to overpower her and get her under him.

Her loose hair curtained their faces, pooling on the blue mat as they panted. This close she could make out a long healed scar along his cheek and the individual waves of his irises.

Between their shared heartbeat she could hear a purr that made her insides feel like goop.

Teal light splashed over his face as her eyes glowed and his answered with a green reflection.

She was leaning closer and closer, their bodies harmonizing into something she had never felt before. He was melting under her, eyes half lidded.

Their lips almost met when she was jerked away with a cackle.

She couldn’t tell if the scream she heard came from her throat or her ghost core.

#Dan can't help but be a menace #Even when testing Jason for ghost powers he has to be as Dramatic as possible #If this isn't big brother energy I don't know what is #jason/jazz #halfa jason #househusband au #tall jazz #dan phantom #danny phantom #jazz fenton #jason todd #dp x dc

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clairetomyjill · 1 year ago

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how about Claire and Jill realizing they have feelings for each other? can be from either POV!

*JILL IS THE ONE FOR ME*

(requested by anon)

themes: LGBTQIA+, love confessions, fluff, hand holding

Claire had been sitting at her computer for the whole afternoon now, staring blankly at the dim white glow projecting from her word document.

She had a 4000 word essay to complete for college that was due at midnight, though she couldn't get that girl off her mind.

Her raspy voice, her striking eyes, her toned physique,

The point was, everything about her was lingering in her thoughts.

Claire was introduced to Jill by her older brother, Chris, sometime a few years back. Jill had just joined the special tactics and rescue service, mostly known as S.T.A.R.S, with Chris.

Claire always suddenly lost her confident personality as soon as she caught eyes with Jill, though she didn't know why. Her vocal chords threatened to break and she always felt butterflies in her stomach.

Claire always had the urge to tell her these things, but she didn't even know what these feelings were HERSELF. They were so sudden and and you really couldn't put them into words.

More importantly... why did she only feel this way around Jill?

Sure she was cool, drop dead gorgeous, smart and badass

But Claire knew so many other people who fit that description, why was it that she ONLY felt so strongly around Jill?

She felt her heart beat frantically as she thought about it more, she couldn't help but smile to herself as images of Jill appeared in her mind.

But then, she figured it out.

She was in love.

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An hour later, she was on her motorcycle on her way to Jill's apartment.

She didn't have the guts to call her before, so she wasn't even exactly sure she was home. She had never felt so alive now that she understood her emotions, she was beyond joyful.

She didn't know HOW she was going to address her feelings of romantic admiration, maybe she would do it dramatically like in the movies, or maybe she would just do it casually as herself.

She got to Jill's apartment in no time, soaring through Raccoon City, the neon lights blurring into one big ball of colour. The noise and distant music protruded her ears. Though, it was all so far away now that she was standing in front of Jill's doorstep, she was only focused on the footsteps approaching the door.

Thank god she was home.

The wooden door opened, revealing Jill standing in a teal tank top and basketball shorts, her hair was damp and still had a comb in it, she probably had just gotten out of the shower.

"Oh, Claire!" Jill grinned.

"Jill!....." Claire smiled shyly in response.

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After what felt like an entirety of awkward small talk later, Claire finally decided to speak up.

"Uh...so...Jill” Claire spoke.

Jill shot up from the slouched position she was sitting in on her chair. She stared wide-eyed at Claire in sudden interest.Claire gulped nervously.

“I…have something to tell you..” Claire whispered.

“What…what is it?” Jill’s questioned.

“I…I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now” Claire confessed.

Jill’s expression grew more puzzled by the second.

“I…have-“ Claire’s sentence was cut short.

“I have feelings for you too, I..I have no idea why I kept this from you Claire, I like you, LOVE you even and-and I..” Jill rambled, she quieted down as she saw Claire’s smile.

“Shit…I should’ve let your continue” Jill scratched the back of her neck, a shameful expression on her face.

Claire leaned in closer to Jill, smelling the lilac scented body wash bounce off her figure.

“I like you too, ya big dummy” Claire giggled.

Jill’s face lightened up and she giggled back at Claire.

Claire grabbed both sides of Jill’s face, and pulled her closer, feeling her lips press against her own

#resident evil #jill valentine #claire x jill #claire redfield #clairejill #resident evil lesbians #resident evil shitpost #leon kennedy #resident evil on crack #music #fanfic #fandom ships #fanfiction #girls kissing #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers

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hecate-valentine · 1 year ago

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FF7 characters as my favourite song

Sephiroth - Monster by Lady Gaga

"Look at him, look at me

That boy is bad and honestly

He’s a wolf in disguise

But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes"

Vincent Valentine - Suspended in Dusk by Type O Negative

"Four centuries of this damned immortality

Yet, I did not ask to be made

Why?

I will never again feel your sun upon my face"

Cloud Strife - No Surprises by Radiohead

"A heart that's full up like a landfill

A job that slowly kills you

Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired, unhappy"

Aerith Gainsborough - First Love/Late Spring by Mitski

"The night breeze

Carries

Something sweet

A peach tree"

Tifa Lockhart - Cover Me in Roses by Holden Laurence

"Take me in your tender arms, roll me in the dirt

Cover me in roses, cover me in pearls

And then when the sun sets low, roll me in the dirt

Cover me in roses, cover me in pearls"

Red XIII - The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil

"Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring

I promise you, they'll sing of every time

You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child

Witness me, old man, I am the wild"

Yuffie Kisaragi - Silhouette by Pastel Ghost

"Pastel ghost you're sleeping

Soft teal in the evening

You won't leave me and nights just

Get colder and colder and colder"

Barret Wallace - Back to the Old House by The Smiths

"I would love to go

Back to the old house

But I never will

I never will"

Cait Sith - Little Dark Age by MGMT

"Oh-oh, I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange

I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away

If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone

Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age"

Cid Highwind - Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother

"I made a wreck out of my hand

I put it through the wall

I made a fist and not a plan

Call me a reckless wrecking ball"

Lucrecia Crescent - Jobless Monday by Mitski

"He only loves me when

There's a means he means to end

Oh, I miss when we first met

He didn't know me yet" (Ouch, that hurt)

Reno - Evil by Interpol

"Rosemary

Heaven restores you in life

You're coming with me

Through the aging, the fearing, the strife"

Rude - I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

"I bet on losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

By the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down"

Tseng - This Charming Man by The Smiths

"I would go out tonight

But I haven't got a stitch to wear

This man said, "It's gruesome

That someone so handsome should care""

Rufus Shinra - Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood

"And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too"

Genesis Rhapsodos - Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead

"Breathe, keep breathing

Don't lose your nerve

Breathe, keep breathing

I can't do this alone"

Angeal Hewley - Viva La Vida by Coldplay

"I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'

Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field"

Zack Fair - Come a Little Closer by Cage The Elephant

"Time shakes, found you at the water

At first you were my father

Now I love you like a brother

Earthquakes shake the dust behind you"

Take a shot for every Radiohead and Mitski song I put :)

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter)- Ch. 4: Welcome to Auradon

Fairy Godmother and Ben’s parents leave to make further preparations for my classes and I’m left alone with Ben, who starts texting on his phone… at least I think it’s a phone?

“Um, what’s with the magic plastic box?” I give the device a strange look.

“Oh right! You’ve been in the woods the whole time!” Ben lets me hold the small thing, which is surprisingly light. “This is a phone. You can call, text, and do all sorts of things with it. Right now I’m just letting some people know we’re gonna be stopping by.”

My eyes widen. “Who? And what for?”

Ben grabs my hand and leads me out of his room down the hall. “Since you’re gonna need some help adjusting I’d like you to meet some other students.” Ben points to an approaching dark-haired girl who looks around my age and is wearing a bubblegum-pink sundress. “This is Audrey-”

“Princess Audrey, Sleeping Beauty’s daughter. Benny Boo, who’s the new nobody?”

This starts to ignite my temper. “Excuse me? Who elected you queen of the bitches? I am no mere peasant who will be pushed around-!”

“Ok, ok- moving on!” Ben ignores Audrey’s irked glare and tugs me over to another dorm- one with knights painted all over the door.

“Why in the name of Auradon did she call you ‘Benny Boo?’” I ask with a disgusted face.

Ben shuffles his feet and looks to the ground in slight embarrassment. “Um, she’s kinda my girlfriend.”

“What?!” I respond sharply. “And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I know, I know, I got a girlfriend and didn’t tell you. I’m sorry! It just sort of… popped up.”

I give him an evil smirk. “Meaning she wants the power tied with your royal position and made herself your girlfriend without you asking?”

Ben huffs. “Yeah.”

“Just give the word and I’ll hex spiders to come out of her pillow.”

Ben’s eyes widen. “No, no! No more pranks! She’d kill you, then me!”

I flinch at Ben’s argument. “It’s not like she’d know it was me. I’m surprised, Brother Ben. You used to like parking people. What happened? Going to be king and all the fun goes away?”

Ben doesn’t say anything and goes to open the door. Inside a brown-eyed brunette boy is admiring a brand-new sports jacket in front of a mirror.

“Chad?” Ben calls, but he still doesn’t notice. “Chad!”

He looks away from the mirror. “Oh, hi Ben. Didn’t see you, just fitting on my new blazer.” He goes back to admiring himself.

“And I thought the Evil Queen spent too much time in front of the mirror,” I mutter.

“Magica, meet Chad Charming. Son of Cinderella and Prince Charming. Chad, this is Magica. She’s new here.”

Chad takes a second to give me a once-over, and then gives an approving nod. “You seem worthy, but will you be able to pass the initiation?”

I frown. “Wha-?”

“No, we are not doing that! Moving on!” Ben drags me out before I can question the dim-wit further.

“What was that all about? What initiation-?”

But Ben doesn’t answer. Instead he shows me to a white door with hot pink lilies and green leaves painted on it.

A disturbing thought crosses my mind. “Um, Ben? Will I ever be able to visit my father? Will I ever get to see him again?”

He thinks for a moment, then Ben says: “There’s family days sprinkled throughout the school year, so you’ll be able to see him then. As for visiting… I’ll have to double-check with my folks before I can determine an answer.”

Oh. Great. The only caring family member I love and I’m forbidden to see him. Perfect.

When Ben opens the door a blast of pop music hits my ears and I can hardly hear myself think. Inside the dorm is decorated with pink, green, and blue drapes, as well as multiple butterflies that have been enchanted to flutter around the room. There is also a dark-haired girl wearing a teal top and black leggings dancing around.

“Hey, Lonnie!” Ben yells over the noise.

The girl stops dancing and smiles at us as she goes to turn the music off. “Hi Ben!”

“Lonnie, meet Magica. She’ll be starting classes here next week.”

“Oh really? Hi! I’m Mulan’s daughter! Who are your parents?”

Immediately I try to frantically search for an answer that will not get me shunned from my new school. Um- random gypsy? Unknown parents? Orphan? Yes! Orphan it is!

“I’m an orphan,” I lie as smoothly as possible. “I’ve grown up in Sherwood Forest my whole life, so I’m not quite used to this… modern way of living.”

Lonie’s mouth drops. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I can’t imagine what it must be like to never know who your parents are. I’ll never bring it up again, I promise.”

Ben gives me a confused glance but then gets where I’m going with this. “Also Lonnie, um, Magica also has a few talents…”

“Really? Like what?” Lonnie asks with wide eyes.

On que, I conjure some pink flames that dance around my fingers. “Sorcery. Pick thy pleasure. What wouldst thou have me do?”

Lonnie gasps at the sight of my magic, and all she can do is stare until Ben waves a hand in front of her to bring her back to reality.

“Wow… you must be very accomplished! What kinds of magic can you do?”

I’m taken aback at the thought of someone asking questions of interest regarding my skills instead of interrogating me so they can lock me away.

“Oh! Um… Levitation, illumination spells and extinguishing spells, and some invisibility hexes. I’ve also been working on a variety of potions and tonics.”

“Really?” Lonnie exclaims.

“Really?” Ben asks, dumbfounded.

I just shrug and go to say more, but Ben grabs my arm and leads me back to the hallway.

“Gotta get going- lots to see.”

“Oh- ok. Nice to meet you, Magica!”

After Ben shuts the door he gives me a look that’s a mix of bewilderment and fear.

“I didn’t know you’d been practicing that much. I thought it was just a few simple tricks. Just how much magic can you do?”

Ah, here it comes. I was expecting this would happen sooner or later. Ben is already questioning my powers with uncertainty, and soon after he’ll tell his parents and me being restrained from magic will surely follow. I don’t want Ben to think he’s made the wrong choice, but then again… A part of me doesn’t want to tell him just how much witchcraft I’ve learned. After all, I'm related to Winifred Sanderson, one of the most well-known witches. I would rather be known for being a powerful witch than a scatterbrained flirt like my mother, so I should just bide my time and let Fairy Godmother help me control my magic. I can be good without Ben babying me. For now I think I’ll just downplay my skills and keep the more powerful magic a temporary secret…

I try to act shy and look at my feet. “It’s not much, really. Just some pocket spells and a few jinxes and hexes. Nothing major.”

I’m not even going to mention Mother’s spellbook.

But Ben seems to believe me and takes me to another door, this one being painted with pink and periwinkle daisies. This time Ben knocks, and the door is slowly opened to reveal a nervous-looking girl wearing a light blue tea dress and pink bow in her cute hair bob.

“And last but definitely not least: Jane.”

“Um, hi Ben. Did my mom send you?” She asks in a timid voice.

Ben gives her a warm smile and gestures to me.

“Jane’s the daughter of Fairy Godmother. Jane, this is Magica. She’s a new student here.”

I give a small wave. “Hi. It’s very nice to meet you, Jane. I must say, you’re very lucky to have a mother like yours.”

Jane seems to relax when she realizes I’m not going to eat her alive or whatever she thinks I’m here for. Now she opens the door wider and gives me a look-over.

“So who are your parents?”

Here we go again.

“I’m an orphan. But I did inherit some sorcery skills, which is why I’m here.” To prove this I send some pink sparks floating up into the air. Now Jane’s lost almost all fear of me and gives me a joyful smile.

“Surely you’ve gotta be in my Mom’s magic sessions! With stuff like that, you’ll easily be able to get a job on the Magic Committee! The last student who got inducted was Bianca, daughter of the Blue Fairy. Um… would you maybe want to sit together at lunch?”

Jane’s friendly request is asked as if she’s wondering if I’d consider willingly falling off a bridge. At first I’m against it. After all, I’m trying to keep to myself and pledging my potential friendship to someone this soon could get out of hand… But when I see the hope and eagerness in Jane’s eyes it reminds me of just how much I want to have friendship too.

“Of course I’d love to eat lunch with you,” I say warmly with a smile. “Maybe after I’m done with the tour?”

Ben seems surprised at my sudden acceptance of friendship, while Jane looks as if her birthday just came early.

“Really? I’d love that! Um, guess I’ll see you later?”

Ben gives a wave and starts leading me off just as I can say “See you later!” and then takes me back to his room, which is decorated with knights like Chad’s only the colors are blue and yellow.

“That was… different. You’re normally not so accepting of hanging out with others. Remember what happened with Willow?”

I cringe at the memory of Willow pouring ice water on me, wondering if it would melt me since she’d already thought I was a witch. Turns out it had only pissed me off and sent me running to the woods to nearly burn half the forest down in attempts to calm my temper. That had been a hard day for both me and Binx, and when Ben had found out he had Willow write a formal apology to me, although I could tell that the writing was very forced and cruel-minded. However Ben did let me cast a hex that made her hiccup for a week, so I felt better.

Now, the recent memory of her leading the accusation of me being a witch plagues my mind. And it’s still all too painful to think about. But not everyone is Willow, and unlike my other family members I do not want to be left with cruel, wicked witches as ‘friends.’ At the end of the day I want at least one good friend who won’t let me down, who won’t betray me and leave me.

Ben’s let me think over my response, but I can tell he’s just on edge as I am about me opening up to others.

“I know I’m not the most social person, Ben, but I really want to show that I can be good, that I am good. And in order to do that I’ve got to actually change and talk instead of always hiding in the woods when I’m scared or upset. Besides, Jane seems nice. Especially compared to Willow. Or Audrey, for that matter.”

Now Ben starts pacing, a telltale sign that he’s overthinking.

“Magica, I… I don’t know what to think about you. I mean, we haven’t seen each other for so long, and people change. I’m not saying you’ve become someone else, but you’ve got to understand that being king is a very big responsibility. I can’t be a part of any more childish pranks, and you should be using your magic for more appropriate uses. And orphan? Where’d that come from? Between this and you being more involved with intense magic I don’t know how many more secrets you’re planning on keeping from everyone, from me.”

He’s upset, but in a frustrated kind of way. Not angry, but close.

I bite my lip and go to Ben’s balcony to look out into the courtyard.

“Ben, you know you’ll always be my big brother. I didn’t know how much you really changed… how grown up you’ve become. But if you want me to be more mature, then I’ll try. I really want to make a life here in Auradon. But I don’t know who to trust. You need to understand how much pressure I’m going through as a villain kid, and I want to make everyone proud. Please, just let me test out this new environment and see how well I can cope.”

My old friend still seems doubtful, but soon comes over to give my hand a gentle squeeze.

“I know you’ll make us proud, Sparks. I’ll be with you ‘til the end, no matter what.”

I nod. “Thanks, Ben. At least I know I can trust you.”

But after what I’ve learned today, can I really trust him…?

Ben now leads me back down the hall to another door across from Jane’s- a plain one.

“This is your dorm. There’s no one else living in it, and there are more empty dorms nest to yours in case more students come during the semester. Feel free to decorate it however you like, as long as,” Ben holds up a finger. “It’s not too extreme. No big magic forest or whatever. Keep it simple.”

I roll my eyes. “Ben, I’ve been keeping discrete all my life. I think I know how to keep things simple. After I get settled I’m going to lunch with Jane. See you later.” With that I shut the door and let out a deep groan as I sink to the floor- which is covered in soft carpeting, a luxury we never had in the cottage.

“Everything going ok?” A voice asks.

I jerk my head up to find a sneaky black cat sitting in the window.

“Binx? How’d you find me? How’d you get in here?” An overjoyed smile spreads over my face.

“Of course I found you. I wouldn’t just let them take you away and let you be left by yourself.”

I sigh. “At least I can count on you. Ben’s turned into Mister King Goody-Goody and everyone else is… ok.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Just then another familiar face joins us. Twilight jumps into the windowsill and gives a confused meow.

“Your friend is asking if pets are allowed here,” Binx tells me.

I get up and hold Twilight to my chest, letting her warm, soft fur give me what little comfort I can get.

“Oh, Twilight. You’re not just a pet. You’re my companion. And if they don’t allow pets then I’ll just have to make Ben pass a new law to keep you here. You too, Binx. It’s just… I didn’t tell Ben about how in-depth I’ve gotten with my magic. I- I didn’t even tell him about Mom’s spellbook. When I told what little I did he started acting all paranoid, as if he made the wrong choice to let me stay. And now on top of hiding the fact that I’m a villain kid, I’ve been made Ben’s Royal Advisor! How am I supposed to keep up with that? People will think that I’m manipulating Ben with my magic and then here come the torches and pitchforks!”

While I’m talking, Binx goes over to my bed and gives me a hopeful look.

I roll my eyes. “Go ahead. It’ll add to the woodsy witchcraft aesthetic I’m going for. Gotta ‘keep it simple!’

With my blessing, Binx goes to town scratching up my bedpost. When Twilight sees what’s going on she jumps from my arms and joins in.

“Can’t see Dad again, stuck hiding my powers, having to live next to Audrey,” I say in a mocking, high-pitched tone. “I’m starting to think I was better off practicing in the woods.”

Binx looks up from his playtime routine. “I’m always here if you need me, Magica. Look on the bright side: at least you’re getting proper help to control your powers and not just experimenting with that book.”

I grunt. “Guess so. The only problem now is trying to figure out who to trust. I thought I could trust Ben, but after today I’m starting to have second thoughts…”

Just then I hear a knock on the door, and both cats scramble under the bedskirt.

“Magica? It’s Jane. Do you still want to go to lunch?”

The nervous voice gives me some consolation with the hope of finding a potential friend.

“At least she seems friendly. Come in!”

Jane gently opens the door and looks around my dusty, gray-colored dorm. “Have you decided how you’re going to decorate?”

I force a smile despite the sadness, anger, and confusion swirling within me. “I think so. Would you like to meet my roommates?”

Jane frowns. “Roommates…?”

I look over at my bed. “You guys can come out. She won’t bite.”

Binx cautiously pokes his head out, followed by Twilight. When Jane sees them she giggles.

“Aw! They’re so cute! Where’d you find them? Did they follow you here?”

I try to remain calm during her outlandish excitement and introduce my companions. “This is Twilight, and that’s Binx.”

At his name, Binx gives a small nod. “Delighted to meet you, Jane.”

Jane’s face freezes and her eyes go wide. “D- Did- Did he just… talk?”

I nod. “His name is Thackery Binx. He was human before- before a witch cursed him to become a cat. Twilight can’t talk, but she’s still just as good a companion. In my opinion, animals are more of a friend than any human.” I stumble a bit when reciting Binx's story, remembering that I can't mention my Aunt who cursed him.

“I agree.” Jane goes over to stroke Twilight. “So… are you still on for lunch?”

Actually, having lunch with Jane sounds… nice. And for once maybe I’ll be able to forget my problems without someone pouring water on me or trying to burn me at the stake.

“I’d love to! Just let me set a few things down and I’ll be right there.”

Jane goes to wait in the hall while I quickly hide Mom’s spellbook behind a dresser. I can go without it for half a day.

When I meet Jane outside she’s got a giddy look on her face. “Ready?”

A calm, almost eager sensation comes over me as I return her smile. “As ready as I can be.”

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