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tkaulitzlvr · 1 year ago

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could u do 2008 tom getting in an argument with the reader and after arguing a lot, the reader just tries to go to bed. after a couple mins, tom realizes he was wrong and tries to climb in bed with the reader and is like super clingy and tries to touch the reader but gets ignored. and he’s all like “yk how i get when i can’t touch you” AUGHH😩😩 and then it’s js smut that ends with fluff/aftercare

btw ur my fav writer ever i absolutely adore ur writing 🖤

LET ME SHOW YOU - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you are tired of arguing, deciding to go to bed before things get too out of hand. tom realises that he has messed up, but you are being stubborn, still not over what he has done. he doesn’t give up so easily, begging to get what he wants.

content: angst to smut, little bit of fluff throughout.

a/n: thank u so much that really means a lot!! love this idea, i hope u enjoy!💞

“you know what? i’m done. i’m tired of explaining this to you when you clearly don’t get it.” i huff, shaking my head and running my hands through my hair.

“you’re right. i don’t get it. you’re mad at me for doing my job!” he shoots back, eyes cold and dark, jaw clenched as he stands across from me on the other side of the kitchen.

“you can’t be fucking serious! don’t paint me as some clingy selfish girlfriend when all i’m asking is that you don’t come home at midnight every night, and go straight to bed! it’s like we aren’t even together anymore. we live in the same house but we never talk, never communicate. you only show me affection if it’s a quick kiss or hug, or you want sex.” i rant, fuming at his lack of mindfulness, failing to believe how he is so oblivious.

“what so we’re just lying now, is that what this is?” he scoffs, taking a breath before continuing. “cause you know that’s not true. i always hug you, kiss you, tell you i love you, don’t i? and you know that i value you way beyond sex, so don’t even go there.”

“you’re completely missing the point!”

“then what is the fucking point?”

his voice raises far higher than mine, louder than it ever has before. he would never raise his voice at me, not like this. my mouth opens, tears clouding my vision as i am taken aback at his sudden outburst, but he doesn’t seem to care, my silence only seen as an invitation to keep going.

“hm, what is the point? you’ve always known that my job demands a lot of me, and i told you that it would be difficult, but i’m trying my best. if i could be with you more, i would. you know that we’re pushing to get this album perfect, so can you give me a fucking break and stop acting like i’m some awful boyfriend?” he shouts, anger laced within every word, each one stabbing me right in the heart, making me feel stupid for even bringing this whole conversation up. i just missed him, but he couldn’t seem to understand why.

i nod my head, pursing my lips together as the tears cascade down my cheeks.

“okay. i’m going to bed.” i whisper, not waiting for him to respond, turning away from him and leaving the kitchen, trudging up the stairs towards our bedroom. he doesn’t follow me, instead i hear a loud bang come from the kitchen, his fist colliding with the counter as he curses in frustration.

the room is strangely cold as i walk into it, completely dark with little natural light coming through the window despite the curtains still being wide open, reminding me of how late it is - and how long i had been waiting for tom to come home. my feet walk along the carpet, the floorboards creaking a little until i arrive at my bed, climbing into it and letting the covers embrace me, instead of tom. i feel numb, not enough energy in me to cry, yet too upset to just sleep it off. instead, i stare out of the window, the cityscape invading my eye line as i try to distract myself from what had just happened, watching the world around me as it moves on and on, wishing that i could do the same.

the door slowly creaks open, my head turning in its direction as tom walks through it, his expression one of pure regret. he is silent, not saying a word as he goes over to the mirror, taking his cap off and placing it gently on the dresser, taking his dreads out of their ponytail, his eyes suddenly meeting mine through the mirror as i stare into them.

“baby can we talk?” he says, still looking at me through the mirror as he removes his shirt, folding it neatly and leaving it on top of the dresser, his bare back facing me from across the room.

“about what?” i scoff, finally breaking the eye contact and laying down, staring motionlessly at the ceiling. “you were pretty sure of what you said, there’s nothing else to speak about.”

my gaze still fixed on the ceiling, i hear him step away from the mirror, walking cautiously towards the bed. i feel it dip beside me, before two arms snake around my waist.

i roughly pull away from his grip, taking his hands and shoving them back in his direction, not falling for his attempts to iron out the tension, especially ones that involve him putting his hands on me.

“baby…you know i didn’t mean any of that.” he calmly speaks, trying again to touch me, this time taking my hand in his. once again, i refuse, shuffling even further away from him.

“can you not touch me? i’m not in the mood for your shitty apologies just- go to sleep.” my voice is harsh, hurt taking over his expression as i speak, but i don’t feel an ounce of sympathy for him. instead, seeing him experience even a fraction of the sadness that he had just put me through satisfies me.

“leibe…please listen to me. i’m so sorry.” he begins, turning onto his side so that he is now facing me. “i’ve been a shitty boyfriend lately, you don’t deserve that. i’ve just been so caught up with the album and it brought me away from you, but i shouldn’t have let it. please baby, please forgive me. i’ll never let this happen again.”

as he comes to the end of his speech, his hand tentatively reaches for my cheek, his thumb trying to stroke the skin, but i move backwards, becoming irritated at his ignorance.

“are you deaf? stop touching me tom!” i ignore his apology, because right now, it means nothing to me, his initial words still a fresh wound. no apology, no matter how sincere, would be enough to make me forget them just yet.

“schatz, please, you know how i get when i can’t touch you. don’t accept my apology, don’t talk to me, i get it, i deserve it. but please my love, just let me hold you, that’s all i want.” he begs, his voice reducing to a whisper as it cracks a little.

his love language had always been physical touch, and, even when we were fighting, he would always hold me whilst we slept, no matter how mad i was. i knew that me refusing his touch was getting to him and, despite me being completely infuriated, it was impossible to ignore the slight pang of guilt that settled in my heart as i listened to his pleas.

i say nothing, moving a little closer to him, leaving enough space so that he would have to reach out to be able to touch me. he takes my silence as a yes, inching his body closer to mine, his arms pulling me tightly into him, his head resting in the crook of my neck. i feel him relax a little, his shoulders dropping as he pulls me further into his embrace, holding me so tightly that i can feel his heartbeat from within his chest. his breathing tickles my neck, his head snuggling into it as he takes in my scent, clearly having missed being this close to me. but still, i say nothing, giving him this small sense of comfort though anger still courses through my veins, in no position to forgive him just yet. however, it is impossible to deny the security i gain from his embrace, the way his hands run comfortingly up and down my back giving me a sense of contentment that only he can bring.

“i love you. i love you so much.” he whispers into my neck, planting a short and soft kiss there. “you’ll never understand how much i love you baby, you’re everything to me, my whole world.”

his hands begin to caress my lower back, travelling downwards and giving my ass a soft squeeze as his lips plant slow kisses on my neck and collarbone, all whilst he continues to whisper sweet nothings into my ear, pouring his heart out whilst his movements begin to increase - making his intentions crystal clear.

“tom please, not now. i’m still mad at you.” i say, trying to keep my voice stern, but an elongated sigh pours from my parted lips once his find the spot below my ear that makes me go crazy.

“you won’t be once i’m finished, i promise baby. just let me show you what you mean to me, mhm?” he asks, pulling his head from my neck to look into my eyes, a glint of desperation present within them.

i study his features, starting at his brown eyes - warm and enticing, looking into mine with so much admiration, so much love. his skin, smooth and flawless, unable to count how many times i have felt it against mine. his lips, soft and inviting, decorated with a small metal ring, loving how it would always feel against me, the harshness of it always contrasting with the warmth of his lips as they would move against mine.

and it is that small glance that makes me give in, my hands reaching for his head as i pull it downwards, quickly joining his lips with mine. he is taken aback, but it only takes him a few seconds to kiss me back, cupping my face with his hands and bringing me in even closer, our bodies merging as one.

he pulls away, a soft smile tugging on his lips as he begins to gently remove my clothing, starting with my shorts, kissing upwards until he reaches my hoodie, that soon following, leaving me in only my lingerie.

“so perfect.” he mutters, pecking my lips. “you’re so beautiful meine liebe, you know that?”

my cheeks heat up at his words as they spill like liquid gold from his pink lips, our fight feeling further and further away. it becomes harder to imagine that it ever happened, the way he touches me with such care making it seem almost impossible.

his clothes already off as he always sleeps in just his boxers, he reaches to remove his underwear, turning his attention to my own panties, letting them join the existing pile of clothes scattered around the room.

he moves to the top of the bed, sitting with his back resting against the headboard, gently picking me up and placing me into his lap as i straddle his waist, hands resting his shoulders as i stare into his eyes, a little nervous as i am never usually the one on top.

“tom i-”

“shhh, you’re okay, just ride.” he comforts, moving loose strands of hair from my face, placing a reassuring kiss on my lips.

i nod hesitantly, lifting my hips up and sliding down onto him, moaning as i take him in, my walls stretching as they become accustomed to his size. tom’s head has fallen backwards, fingers digging into my hips a little as his lips are parted, no noise escaping from them.

once i am used to his size, i begin to bounce slowly, picking up a steady rhythm as tom continues to hold on to my hips, helping me move.

“doing so well baby. just like that.” he sighs, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut.

it doesn’t take long for my legs to ache, no longer able to continue moving up and down, already tired. my movements are slow and lethargic, almost half-hearted as i try my best to keep going, chasing my release as i crave it more than anything, tom clearly feeling the same as his hold on my waist only tightens, his grip strong enough to leave faint marks on the skin.

“i can’t.” i whine, frustrated that i can’t keep going, completely spent. i fall forwards, collapsing onto tom’s chest, still inside him as he slowly thrusts upwards into me, his arms wrapping around my back as he kisses my forehead.

“you did so good baby, don’t worry.”

those are the only words he says before swiftly flipping us over, my back flush against the mattress as he begins to thrust into me at a relentless pace from above, my mouth falling open as loud moans pour from it, his name a mantra as it effortlessly falls from my lips. he hits places within me that have never been touched before, so deep inside me that i can feel him in my stomach, a small bulge visible as he moves in and out of me.

“love you so much, fuck-” tom groans, his hands on my thighs as he kneads the flesh, prying them further apart as the pleasure prompts them to try close around his waist.

“getting close baby, you close?” he mutters, moving his head so that his forehead is against mine, eyes studying my face as he awaits my response.

all i can do is let out an almost inaudible ‘mhm’, so close to my release that i can almost feel it, the knot in my stomach ready to burst any second. the way his dick twitches inside of me tells me that he is there too, his thrusts irregular.

“let go schatz, cum for me.” he says, watching as my face twists in pleasure, my release washing over me, the pressure of his coming at the same time too much as i squeeze my eyes shut, hands clutching onto his upper arms. my entire body shakes, the feeling overwhelming, mouth open in a silent scream as tom moans into my ear, still rocking in and out of me slowly, riding out our highs.

i am completely spent, laying motionless beneath him, my throat raw from the sounds that had emitted from it, breathing heavy and reckless. tom pulls out, wiping a few tears from my eyes that i hadn’t even realised had fallen, kissing the skin afterwards.

“you okay baby? you did so good, did i go too hard?” he says, my mind not fully registering what he is saying as i am completely exhausted, eyes starting to flutter shut. “you can’t sleep yet, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

i manage a weak nod, feeling tom lift me up bridal style, carrying me into the bathroom and carefully placing me on the counter. he walks over to the bath, turning the taps on and letting the water run, before rushing back over to me, taking a damp cloth and wiping me with it as a jolt when he is a little too rough, the area sensitive.

“sorry baby.” he mutters, kissing my forehead, separating my legs and moving to stand between them, embracing me in a hug and resting his head on top of mine whilst the bath fills up, small ‘i love you’s’ escaping his lips as he rubs my back, trying to soothe me in any way he can.

after a couple of minutes, he picks me up, gently placing me in the bath as the water submerges me, the warmth of it already easing the aching pain that runs through my body. he climbs in behind me as i sit between his legs, my back against his chest.

he washes my hair, massaging the shampoo into my scalp as my head falls backwards onto his shoulder, the feeling relaxing me even more, completely at peace in his arms. he moves to my body, carefully washing the delicate skin, planting occasional kisses on my shoulders and back as my breathing slows, on the verge of falling asleep.

he sees that i am too tired to stand up myself, picking me up and carrying me out as i wrap my arms and legs around him. he finds a towel, setting me back on the counter and drying my body, leaving the bathroom for a second and returning with some fresh ‘pyjamas’ - which consisted of a random t-shirt of his and some clean panties.

“come on baby, put these on then we can go to bed, mhm?” he says as i lift my arms up, allowing him to place the t-shirt onto my small frame, the material hanging off my figure as it reaches my knees. he takes my panties, moving them up my legs slowly, my hips bucking upwards so he can fully put them on me, finally putting his own underwear on.

he takes me to the bedroom, tucking me into bed and placing the covers over me, climbing in beside me, his arms wrapping around my waist as i cuddle into him.

“i’m so sorry for everything. i love you.” he whispers, kissing my hair softly.

i mutter a small ‘love you’ against his chest, falling asleep within minutes, completely exhausted.

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lovebvni · 5 months ago

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holaaa!! (dr rant + just an appreciation post)

(TW SLIGHT HINT TO GROOMING)

soo i’m shifting soon and i decided that im going to make my first album when i get there (LIKE START JT, DUDE. START IT. IM SO EXCITED) there’s going to b an ep i’m going to finalize when i get there and it will be released on the 26th of the month i get there (as it is kinda a diss on a MAN who was 26 when we dated… i was a minor still.)

i’m also gonna make a family tree because i’m really bored (and i also kinda js wanna see all my siblings yk? im gonna draw them all soon bc like AUGH AJAJDKDJ I MISS THEM!!!)

omgz i’m so excited dude!!

(appreciation below!!)

also i saw billie eilish in my dream last night. one of the funniest and sweetest people i know 😭 SHARK WAS ALSO IN THAT DREAM HES SO SWEET ‼️‼️ god i wish i could hug them today, just right now. yall don’t understand how much billie and finneas have been through together, and im so proud of how far they made it. i love you both, and although you won’t see this post in this reality, i know you will when we r together :DDD u guys make me so happy, so inspired, and just a better person overall. also huge thank you to billie in helping me with directing my music videos and being featured in one of my favorite songs — ripple effect. thank you finneas for just 😭 for keeping her alive, giving her a passion, and being so protective and supportive of her.

i’m so excited to b friends w both of them n js talk to them daily — it’s so fun.

i’m also super duper excited to meet one of my closest friends — nile — in person finally!!!! it’s been like 3 years of shifting together, and i know she’s excited too. i know she’s reading this, btw so i love u sm nile and thank u for being such a great and perfect friend throughout this whole journey. i truly don’t think i would still be kicking without you. i owe you the world, and i know you’re going to be blessed with many MANY things in the coming months, and the years following will be some of your best, but that’s only a taste of what is truly to come.

i’m so proud of you, and i’m also so round of everyone that has been clinging onto shifting even though it hurts. i’m always here for you. i love you all so so much. i want the best for you, and i know you’re going to get it. i’m always here to help in ANY way i can. ask me anything, i promise you i will answer with the wisdom God and the universe has given me!!

i cannot express my gratitude to my father, loki, enough. i don’t know how to even put it into words. he’s been there at my hardest, he’s been there at my best. i don’t think i would actually even be this far without him either. he’s one of the silliest and sweetest people ive ever met. i can’t believe he’s my FATHER you guys!! ITS SO COOL AUGHH

i also have so many people here i need to thank, there’s more that i can think of right now but just know i love and appreciate every one of you guys.

staring with @smellofemale!! you were such a sign when i met you. i don’t think i’ve met a christian shifter — you’re the only one i still talk to if i have! im just so so sooo blessed to have met you. i don’t know what to say, dude! i love you so much. you’re so sweet, so kind, and so inspiring. i love you!

@eneablack although you’re one of my newest friends, you’re another really really inspirational one. you’re so open about your struggles with shifting, even though you’ve had success time and time again. it shows me and many others how shifting sometimes is a hard thing to get used too, even with successes under your belt!

@daisys-reality! if you don’t know them, FOLLOW IMMEDIATELY PLEASE OMGGJAJSN she gives some of the best and most accurate readings i could ever ask for. also her drs (specifically her mermaid one) have inspired me so much!!

@kanachaka UR AO COOL BRO I JS LOVE SEEING UR POSTS AJSJDKDJD

@kazylynn i love u sm!! u rlly show me i can be an inspiration to others, and that’s something i’ve hoped for all my life. i want to be a good, helpful person — and i love you for showing me i can be.

@babybearthepsychic a few months ago you gave me a free reading that was just so accurate and so real. i don’t know if i would still be on this spiritual journey without it, because i was at one of my hardest points then. i cannot believe how just truly accurate and kind you are. i love you so much, you’re doing amazing. i wish i could give you the biggest hug, and i could donate like a million dollars to u rn but i literally don’t have a job 😭

@zipperrants i don’t think i rlly need to explain this… dude i thought u we’re so cool even when u we’re js interacting with @maddies-chronicles and i rlly wanted to interact w u so bad but i was so so scared bro!! and thank u hale for giving me the opportunity to meet them!!

@accidentalshifter YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MANY PEOPLE U REPRESENT IN THIS RESLITY — YOURE ONE OF THE FIRSR ADULT SHIFTERS I SAW ON HERR AND IM SO SO SO SO SOOO FUCKING HQPPY YOURE SO OPEN ABOUT IT! you’re just so free and it’s beautiful. i love you so much

and there are so many more but i just.. im gonna cry i love you all tooo much.. please know u all mean so much to me and i can’t wait to tell u so many stories when i get back, and help u guys shift. i am working so hard to post more, and i pray this post can help me become more active.

so so so much love, to everyone in this community, you’re so wonderful. may the gods bless you.

so much love, peace and joy

the abyss

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unknownarmageddon · 1 year ago

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what if cross just straight up died one day in battle but comes back as a ghost and decides to haunt killer bc killer always made fun of him but since killer can't see cross killer ends up letting all his emotions out and cross just ends up relizing killer was inlove with him and now has alot of guilt for just failing to live and love

AUGH WAIT AUGHH

Yeah I love that

And Cross just follows Killer around as Killer like. Has to cope with Cross fucking dying and Cross doesn’t really know why he’s still following him around other than some form of guilt

and he can’t really do much about it so he just has to watch Killer fucking like. Fall apart and he feels like he’s so far away when he’s just right there. Cause he can’t really do or say anything to make Killer feel better or he at least can’t think of anything. So it’s just this whole uncomfortable silent sort of thing almost?? I don’t know what I’m saying FHFHF

#Very depressing here for it /pos #answering asks #kawaiifreshypara asks #Cross x Killer

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years ago

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Paparazzi - Sonamy

Prompt:

It should have been a normal day, by all accounts.

Amy was waiting for Sonic in the Chao Garden, happily humming a tune and playing with the Chao by taking one of their pudgy, teardrop arms and spinning it up and around as though as they were both dancing.

The Chao loved it, seeming to roleplay a ball of sorts and the dashing prince trying to dance with Cinderella, as many other Chao seemed to vie over playing the parts next, tumbling over her shoulders and pawing at her hands to get her to lift them up and twirl them in pairs as well.

She giggled at their enthusiasm, “The duke, and the duchess!” She took another pair of arms and twirled them as well, these two being flying types, they gently fluttered their wings and closed their eyes, playing the roles well and then bowing to each other after she let them go and they did a figure-8 together.

“The prime minister and-” she stopped when she felt a brisk wind, and excitedly got up and turned around, “And my Sonic!”

He stood a little uneasy, but smiled as though feigning something. He was reluctant to have her hug him but didn’t protest her abrupt embrace, looking as though he really didn’t want to spoil her mood.

“Playing with the Chao again, huh?” He commented, smiling sheepishly down to one and bending his eyes as it came right up and tugged on his socks, wanting some affection too. He wiggled a finger to lightly tickle it’s head and then swirled the slight tip of his head around his finger from above before pulling up and seeing Amy’s excited expression again.

“They sure do they love pretend.” very motherly, she put her hands behind her back and looked to them, seeing them all cheering for Sonic and Amy to play as well. “I guess before our date, we could humor them, yeah?” She blinked her eyelashes towards him flirtatiously, but he again acted as though something was wrong but trying to hide it.

The two flying Chao took back to the skies and also grabbed Sonic and Amy’s fingers, lifting them up to lightly host Sonic and Amy to the top of their toes.

Amy giggled into her hand and then softly twirled, showing Sonic the game.

He sighed, but kinda awkwardly seemed to enjoy the silliness as he turned too, making the Chao cheer.

“The king and queen!” Amy sounded off, and the Chao gave an applause.

After letting go of their fingers, the two flying Chao took to each other and twirled as one, inspiring other Chao to partner up and try a silly “waltz” impersonation as well.

“So cute!” Amy cheered, her hands pressing together at their endearing whimsy. “I remember when I was that young... always dreaming of my true love~” she seemed to be referencing Sonic and he ducked his head and scratched his nose, looking away.

“I really don’t want to say this...” He admitted, but tried to toughen himself up, patting his cheeks to get himself to ‘man up’ and tell her. “But Amy, there’s something you gotta-”

“Look!” Amy pointed to a blue speed Chao, dancing with hops and jumps to a rhythm it made up, dancing with another Chao. “It acts just like you!”

“What?” Sonic was momentarily distracted, “I dance nothing like that!”

“Oh, you’re just jealous that he has better footing then you do.” Amy joked, moving up to his chest and placing her shoulders to it,��“Well, if you’re so inclined, why not prove me wrong? We can go dancing for our date today!” she thought herself so sly and raced ahead towards the fountain, looking in it’s reflection to ‘spruce’ herself up before believing she was going to be swept off on another fantastic outing with her hero.

Sonic gulped, pulled at his quills, and turned away from the sight. “Aw man, get it together! You have to tell her! It’s the only way she’ll understand!” he softly gave himself his reasons through the prep-talk, but looking back at her, he felt his heart sink at how happy she was right now... and how upset she’ll be if he told her.

“Stay strong...” he repeated to himself, and walked back up to Amy. “Amy, it’s kind of important I tell you what I heard and saw the other day.” he began, lifting a foot to the fountain as it caught Amy’s attention, her head tilting and turning to look at it. She was fixing her quills, but slowly looked up to Sonic, pausing as she noticed how he hid his mouth with his hand as though in strange thought, and spoke as though trying to upfront but indirect.

She raised an eyebrow, “Right now?” She smiled then, turning playful, “Why not tell me on our date!” she lightly hopped to his side and took his arm, pulling him back towards her as he swayed with the action.

“W-wah-o!” He caught himself and looked back into her eyes again. Sighing, he placed a saddened hand to her own on his arm. “We can’t... Go on dates anymore... not like this.” His voice definitely seemed to be conflicted, and Amy’s eyes blinked to a low-riding dispute as though she couldn’t understand.

“Is it Eggman?” Amy asked, about to give her reasons why that didn’t matter but he shook his head and held up his hand from on top of her own.

“N-no, it’s not that. I...” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from her and down towards the ground. Instinctively though, he held the arm she was grasping like a gentlemen, crooking it for her to have a better grip of. “I saw some photos... someone took of us on our last date. It’s kinda... all over the city now.”

“Ah!” Amy’s enthusiasm skyrocketed again, her mouth opening wide into a grin. “That’s wonderful!”

“W-what!?” Sonic was amazed at her response, turning back to her a little dumbfounded.

“Hehe, what are they calling us? The cutest new couple to emerge this year!? Ohh! Did they call us the Fashion Couple of the week? Oh-oh! Maybe we’re on Celebrity’s hottest new pairs!”

Her hands flopped around like a teenage girl and Sonic just shook his head, moving since her hands weren’t spazzing while on his arm anymore and put his hands to his hips. On his face, a clear expressive groan, but no sound to follow it.

He looked a little annoyed she didn’t understand, and looked away, grumbling, “Scandal... actually.”

“...What!?” Amy had to process that a moment before flinging her hands back behind her and having her mouth drop open this time, bewildered but also shocked at the news. “How could they say that!? You won’t even let me hold your hands across the table without worrying I’ll see you blush.”

Sonic’s whole body spiked up, “I do not!” he defended, but as Amy ‘aww’d his cute reaction, he coughed into his hand and played it off. “W-we-well, regardless, seeing as I’m kinda a hotshot and you’re my friend, it’s something I’m not comfortable with and-”

“Friend?” Amy gave him a funny look and he started sweating, shaking as he saw Amy’s fiery aura rising.

He made small whimpers as though wanting to say something, unable to change from his position of ‘coughing into hand’ when Amy’s hand flexed out as though threatening to summon a hammer.

“Friend..?” she continued.

After a few more attempts to speak, Sonic finally broke out of his intimidated fear and held his ground, putting his closed-hands up to his sides to show his determination at saying what he had too. “E-either way, Amy! We can’t be seen by the public eye anymore! That means... I can’t take you on a date today.” He straightened out, more of the usual, typical hedgehog boy she was used too.

He closed his eyes and relaxed his body, his head down as though ashamed he had to break the news to her.

“Once they caught wind of it, they started saying some things that I don’t agree with it. Especially about us. I won’t bother relating all the things I heard people talking about, it’s all fake news anyway, but I worry it could hurt who we are and what we stand for... I don’t want to see you misrepresented by people who don’t understand your feelings, Amy.”

It was kind. It was considerate...

But Amy wasn’t having it.

“OOOoooOOOh!” she let out her infamous whine and summoned her hammer, turning away from Sonic and bashing it around furiously in the air. “Who do they think they are!” she shook her fist up and bent her head down, “Spreading lies about my Sonic and I, will they!? Making my man feel the need to hide his appreciation for the well-deserving woman that I am!? Aughh!!!” She took a few, powerful steps and smashed a small but decently sized rock on the ground, causing the other Chao to freak out and fly away. “I won’t forgive them! I’ll make them pay! They’ll rue the day they came between me and my Sonic!”

At her declarations, Sonic just pulled back away from the scene a bit and looked the other way. “Stop it, Amy... you’re embarrassing me and frightening the Chao...” He didn’t know how else to respond to her, but was used to her flip-floppy emotions by now. “Anyway, I’m really sorry about all this. I know you were looking forward to today, too.”

From behind Amy, her rage seemed to rise and then fall all at once, and she turned back to Sonic, her eyes showing her ranged emotions.

“Why should we let them win? You promised me a date today and who are they to say you can’t keep it!?” She puffed up her cheeks, flushing red as her anger was quickly turning her to glossy eyes... but she wouldn’t dare cry in front of Sonic.

Instead, still frustrated and fuming, she kicked the now pebbles of the remaining rock she crushed. “It’s not fair! And I won’t stand for it!” she defiantly placed a foot down as her eyebrows shook. “Whoever disrespects my man’s honest intentions disrespects me!” she was really getting riled up, and Sonic poked his head into her frame to try and wave his hands out in front of him, looking a little already defeated as he knew he couldn’t calm her down now anyway.

“Amy, Amy... it’s not that big of a deal.”

“We’ll go somewhere else then! Somewhere no cameras or rude people will follow!” she stood proudly with a fist to her hip and her pointer finger wagging in the air their new plan, but Sonic felt he was getting roped into her antics again.

He shrugged, shaking his head. “What are ya gonna do?” he seemed to realize he wasn’t going to change her mind.

“Here’s the plan!” Amy swung back to him, shaking him up and pulling him down to her level as she gave him a held wink and whispered her idea. “We’re gonna go on the run! Just you and me! We’ll make sure no one sees your adorable girlfriend getting you all flustered.” she poked and wiggled her finger into his cheek and snickered at her go-hard-go-lucky scheme, but Sonic just felt his face being pushed and squished and tried to lean out of it, unable to as he struggled by rocking back but she would pull him with her arm over his shoulders back to her side again, continuing to brew her plan further.

“B-but where do you think we can go that they won’t follow, Amy?” Sonic was still uncomfortable with the idea, but knowing nothing could stop Amy once she put her mind to it, decided the sooner he got through this date the better.

“You leave that to me!” Amy encouraged, then let him go and lightly pushed him forward, having him try and catch his balance again as he stumbled forward and looked back at her. “You’ve been all over this world and back, only now you’re telling me you can’t even think of one spot that the paparazzi can’t get us?” She looked at him skeptically, “With all their lies and tabloids trying to fancy-up our innocent romance... I can’t believe you’re not trying harder to save our marriage!” she seemed to be idolizing something and half-daydreaming, but then turning to scold Sonic as he looked at her confused.

“W-what?”

“I mean our relationship! That’s what I said.” she folded her arms, blushing and pouting to the side as Sonic scratched his head.

“Hmm...” Sighing with a bit of a grunt at her obvious fib, he just let her carry on and took her up in his arms. “Sorry to make this awkward, Amy...” He seemed sincere enough, and Amy just happily held her arms around his shoulders, like how they normally would go running together.

“Don’t you worry, Sonic The Hedgehog! Little articles like that won’t stop me from marrying you!”

Sonic cranked his head slooooowwwllly her way.

“I-I mean, um, dating you! Haha!” She nervously corrected, but he lowered his eyes to her, showing he wasn’t amused by her imaginations. “... Okay, okay! Hang out dates...” she grumbled the ‘politically correct’ terminology and Sonic smiled at her acceptance of it.

“Hang on!” satisficed that she at least understood him enough to agree to keep prying eyes out of their conduct together, he took off towards where Amy had previously designed to take them.

But while racing around, popular news-drones chased them everywhere. They tried for a picnic retreat but the drones flew up with camera flashes. Sonic dived to save Amy as she gasped and then sped off with a serious look of annoyance to find another location.

They tried the deserts, basking in the sun on beach chairs, but the drones flew speedily by and took a shot, photoshoping it and printing out a picture of them sharing a chair and acting like a spoiled hero with his woman laying beside him and an arm wrapped around him.

The two were shocked out of their chairs.

“I-I-I didn’t know they could do that!” Amy gasped, realizing they could completely fabricate their relationship. “This... this is not good...” her fingers flinched against the sides of her cheeks as her eyes shrunk at the covers of magazines spreading falsehoods about her being some... some...!

“I’m not a trophy wife!” she bashed the drones and 10 more flew over to take pictures of her violent act. “Ah!” she cowered from the bright lights and kept swinging.

“Amy!!!” Darting from his own paparazzi drones, he dove in and grabbed her, protecting her by jumping out of the encircling camera drones and taking off.

Amy clung to him, looking back and seeing, just like printers, the drones having photoshopped Amy’s violence on Sonic, the header reading something along the lines of how she was forcing the greatest hero into submission, and how you can dominate your famous man into being your one and only.

“Ah! That’s awful!” Amy felt her chest tighten, “I would never do something like that...”

Looking back at her face, seeing how scared she was to lose face and be framed for something she wasn’t, Sonic’s righteous indignation also flared up. He scowled, wanting to say something but keeping it silently to himself.

The two tried to lose them in the bushes, but as the drones looked around, dived in and starting taking pictures of them trying to get away, showing instead that the two were ‘rendezvousing’ in the brush of nature’s finest temptations... each other.

“That is so blown out of proportion!” Amy smashed another drone and pulled out the original photo from inside it’s round body, “We look terrified!” the originally showed them pushing back to avoid the drones in the bush.

Sonic just grumbled, seeing another robot about to take a picture and jumped up to spin dash it, “Come on..!” he extended his hand, and suddenly... Amy’s imagination got away with her.

As she took his hand, him pulling her towards him, she imagined him and her running away to elope, and her jealous suitors pursuing them in raging envy.

“Oh, Sonic~” she blushed and swooned, closing her eyes as she fanaticized and had her hands up to her cheeks, the two photos flying off in the wind behind his incredible speeds. “I’ve always wanted to run away with you~”

They hid in the snow, as the drones flew by and fought the winds, one scanned a pile of two snow heaps. Deciding nothing there was interesting, took off.

Their heads popped out of the snow, Sonic having some snot dripping frozen from his nose and went to sneeze as Amy’s bundled two hands shook in fury.

“Ahhh, come on..!” Amy tiredly drained out an exhausted cry, “At first this was refreshingly new, d-d-due to them not shooting at us like Eggman’s robots of course!” she looked to make sure Sonic wasn’t accusing her of over idolizing a situation again. “Ehem, but now it’s just tiresome! Why can’t we just explode them all..?”

Sonic folded his arms, showing a disapproval. “They’ll photograph that we’re destroying the right to say as they please... or something like that.” he had a sweat drop of uncertainty fall from the side of his face. “You know how these people get, that’s why I wanted nothing to do with them.”

She realized his plea and sighed, “I give up then.” she kicked the ground and sat down beside him, getting out of the snow and leaning up against his shoulder. “Sonic... we can’t just give up... right?”

He remained silent.

“What about our relati- I mean... our friendship.” she made the fish-lips as though upset she had to call it that. “They’re insanely persistent! But... I wasn’t wrong for wanting to spend more time with you... personally having you here with him is already a dream come true! Ah... But... I can understand if you’re growing sick of me.”

She was all dreamy and suddenly, realizing he didn’t like that, went to trying to be a bit more modest.

“I get it now. I’m something that could be an embarrassment upon your image and virtues... without me, you wouldn’t have to worry about this with Tails or Knuckles... I don’t like hiding the truth, but if that’s how you feel you can still hang out with me then... then...” She lowered her head, her eyes covered in dark shadows as her shoulders bounced slightly, clearly not liking what she was saying or accepting, and having her fingers dig slightly in shakes into the snow, showing her resentment at these things.

Then... all at once... Sonic’s hand gently and without delay, reached out to place itself upon Amy’s trembling and gripping for anything solid in her life hands... quieting some fears and reassuring her, being comforting.

She looked at his hand, startled, then up with sparkling admiration into his own.

He was so calm, smiling to her.

“Forget about being tagged for property damages.” Sonic joked, getting up and stretching out, “Hmm uh, hmm uh,... If we’re gonna get these guys... hu ho, hu ho, then we better start with luring them to us first.” As he did his exercises, he then took a deep breath out and offered her his hand, winking to her. “Let’s make it a clean hit, so they can’t crop and cut anything this time.”

Her heart grew so large with love for him, she just jumped up and embraced him, littering his face with her tears. “Oh, Sonic! Sonnnnic!”

He just chuckled sheepishly at her.

Later, the drones were still looking as Amy cried out, “Oh, Sonic, I’m soooo cold!” The drones quickly turned in the direction of their voices.

Sonic and Amy were hiding behind some trees, as Amy cupped her hands around her mouth to let the sound carry, “Hold me in your arms and never let me go~”

The drones paused a second, as though not believing it.

“They’re not buying it.” Sonic whispered, before raising his voice up. “I got something better in mind!” and then swooped a leg under Amy.

“H-hey!” she cried out, as he made her trip and fall down. “Offph! Sonic! What’s the big idea!?”

With that, the drones looked flustered, sparking and fritzing out in the air as they had anime blush marks over their camera lenses. They flew over to the trees, their apertures tensing and unclosing as though to show interest when a human’s eye dilates, looking to Amy in the snow as Sonic came out of hiding and rammed one of them with his fist, crushing their face and sending them flying.

“I’ll give you a show.” Sonic smirked, turning to the others. “Now, who’s up next?”

“Batter up!” Amy got up from laying belly-first in the snow, and wacked one that was distracted by Sonic, shaking in fear as it went to attempt a picture, and was bashed away by Amy’s hammer.

“You want hot and spicy?” She turned to the next drone, “Take a quick peek at this!” She whipped up her hammer as though a boxer spinning around his arm and laid a huge grand-slam with her hammer’s hilt into the drone like a saber.

It toppled in the air a few times before finally falling down. “Ah!” Amy noticed the insignia was Eggman’s, and realized who the freelancer was that was taking pics of them. ‘Oh no!’ she looked back to Sonic, still spin-dashing some of them in multi-hits. ‘If he finds out this was Eggman trying to ruin his happiness... he’ll think he can’t ever be with me again!’ she looked uneasily towards the trashed robot. ‘It does make sense though... I can’t let Sonic know about this... Not yet, at least.’ she took her hammer out of it and bashed the logo further into the snow.

‘No wonder those creeps were saying bad things about Sonic and I’s relationship! O-or friendly hang out sessions!’ she grew furious, racing around and beating up some more. ‘Eggman is the only one who could keep up with me and Sonic’s whereabouts! He’s been sitting back and making millions on exploiting our love! I-I mean- ohhhh..!’ she stood side by side with Sonic. “Let’s let them have it!”

He could tell she was riled up, but actually liked it.

“On your count, Amy!” he joined the fun. In unison, Amy swung her hammer and Sonic jumped back to reel his fist back.

“Counter strike!” Amy saw the drone rise up to dodge Amy, but she lifted her hammer up to match the direction of where it dodged, and Sonic held nothing back to slam his fist into her hammer’s other side to launch her swing with even more force--blasting back the force of air with it--to completely obliterate the drone where only a few minor pieces were actually sprayed like darts out into the trees trunks.

Another drones turbines kick up and blast the snow away as it retreats.

Sonic charges after it, following it by scaling up a tree as Amy looks around at the bear ground.

The robots’ had Eggman faces being exposed everywhere.

Amy’s eyes shook, “Oh no... oh no, oh no, oh no!” she quickly fell to her knees and tried to pile more snow over them, spreading them out but the heat of their explosions caused the light bundles of snow she was trying to put over them to melt in a few seconds. “Stop, stop, stop!” she felt her emotions getting the better of her and hammered the drones down into the ground, but the one she was working on wouldn’t budge. Yes, it dented it’s metal in, but the ground was too solid for it to pierce below and hide itself by Amy burying it.

When Sonic flung down, Amy knew it was already too late... he was too fast to expect herself to hide anything... and wondered what horrible fate lay in store... now that he knew.

She wouldn’t look up at him.

She knew he must have seen them. There was no way to hide them.

He stood there for a long time... ‘Oh! I knew this was hopeless! Now Sonic will never go on another date with me!’

She felt the tears, but held them back. ‘No... I can’t let him see this affect me... I’ve worked too hard to let Eggman, the press,... anyone stop me from being with him!’

As she lamented, silently trying to hide her crying, Sonic walked through the bare, frozen, and solid ground.

He bent down and showed her a thumbs up, just under her vision.

“H-huh?” She looked up with tears that frosted to look like she was crying crystals, as they glittered like stars, and watched as he closed his eyes and gave her the brightest smile she had seen on him to date.

“Nice teamwork,.. Amy!” It was a light acknowledgement, but when he said her name, it was so wonderfully pleasing to her ears, so soft and full of charming reciprocation.

He needn’t say those famous words... as long as he always said her name with such flare and devotion.

It filled her with such profound hope, that it inspired her to reach out to him.

A little startled by her reaction, he couldn’t resist hugging her back, and she held him as he picked her up and carried her to warmer climates.

END.

(Based this one off of Sonic X!Sonamy a bit, can you tell? ;)b )

#sonamy #cutegirlmayra #sonicxamy #sonic x #sonamy prompt #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prompt #amy rose #sonic and amy

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faithylilac · 3 years ago

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The Party Party Part 6

So... there was a bit of a situation... a very bad situation. Not a terrible situation, Faithy and Echo are doing quite lovely.

“Well we wouldn’t have been in this mess if I was the party leader!” Dax shouted at the shorter god. She simply huffed and started tapping her foot.

“Well I didn’t see you throwing any ideas around!” She looked around the dark cave they were in, double checking for a way out. “You twat” she said off handedly.

Dax’s eyes widen, sure what he said was rude... but not to deserve that.

What happened between the two residential celestial beings?

There they were, five papers spread across the floor, each with a different task. Cj explained that they decided to pick up side jobs to do on the way to wedding. Ash and Jo had realized they would be a week early if they went straight there, so this was a perfect idea.

Faithy just shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t party leader anymore so if anything happened, it wasn’t her fault.

“Wait which one is first on the list?” Dax finally decided to pipe in, as he knew he was free of compasses.

Carter held up their’s proudly, “we’re going after this thing called the uh....” he quickly flipped the paper around to read, “Mortem Spera... I don’t know if I said that right.”

“What is it exactly?” Ash asked. Carter read some more and shrugged. Apparently no information on it... weird.

Carter on the other hand, was having a tougher time that the two gods. Both of Ash’s and Jo’s cloaks were ripped to shreds. So their ears were out and the open, reminding Carter plenty of what they truly were.... Nyah Nyah kawaii anime cat people.

Jo had on a large hat, thank Gjhar feiiled, but her tail was sticking out. Ash on the other hand was a free cat boy, disgusting...

Carter was scurrying to look for a blind fold, make it out of anything... But there was hinderance to that plan.

“So Carter... Do you like oranges?”

Carter pulled all of his mental strength to not freak out that this cat girl was speaking to him. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes tight. “Why?” Jo just blinked at him. “I don’t want to answer that” carter continued. “I swear it’s not a deez nuts joke.” Jo replied. Carter kinda just roll his eyes but not, being that they are closed. “Kinda... but that’s so random— I’m confused.”

Jo giggle, “I just wanted to know if you liked oranges.” She replied. “I don’t hate oranges.”

“Anyway, I guess you can ask questions about me, or I can ask more about you— whatever you are more comfortable with.”

Carter shrugged, walking past her to pick up something he spotted once he opened his eyes. It was a clothe that was sticking out of rubble. “Uhhhh...” The nymph examined the clothe, it was embroidered with strange writing and lots of stars.

“Ash, you’ve studied a few ancient languages right?” Jo looked over him to find him staring at a large tapestry on the other part of the cave.

“No, where did you get that idea?” He asked. Jo just shrugged, “I didn’t know if you did, was just trying my luck.”

Carter brought over his clothe to compare the writing. It seemed to be the same letters, but slightly different... maybe it was handwriting? Ash looked over at Carter’s finding but they jumped away from him, trying to keep some distance.

“Oh shoot I forgot.” Ash said, flattening the ears on his head. Carter frowned and took a deep breath and inched back toward the bard. “Take this hurry up!” Carter shoves it at him and scurries farther away.

“Ok I guess.” Ash went back to the tapestry, trying to figure out the reoccurring letters.

Jo scooted closer to carter and smiled widely. “So... what happened with cats that caused you to be terrified so much?” She asked sweetly. Carter pauses. “Uhhhh....”

Earlier....

“Ok, everyone stick together. The shop keeper says there’s major stress at the entrance of the cave.” Cj explained as she examined the map that they bought from a gift shop. It was a old mine that housed crystals, but now it’s a tourist attraction.

The whole surrounding town was super old and and had a temple for just about every religion in the land. Even Gjhar feiiled.... Faithy kept her cloak on put away any loose jewelry. The main temple was up north, so as they traveled that way, more and more of them were more common.

But I’ll stop there. The shop keeper said someone covered in dragon scales came through the shop with a large box and went straight into the caves. He seemed like he was running for someone, so whatever was in the box seemed important.

As they ventured in the unconsciously huddled into three separate groups, Faithy and Echo on the left, Carter, Jo, and Ash on the right, and Dax and Cj in the middle.

Definitely unrelated though, Echo was tracing a wall painting with it’s finger and the mountain started shaking. “WHO DECIDED TOUCHING SOMETHING WAS A GOOD IDEA?!?” Ash screamed. “IT WAS CJ” Dax yelled back.

Like it was an action movie or something, rubble came tumbling down and separated the party.

“Ok whatever. Can you use your plants to get us out of here?” Dax asked he traced the walls of the cave.

Cj’s face read “oh duh” but as she went to feel the walls for roots or anything else she frowned. “No good. If I call them I have no idea what it’ll do to integrity of the cave.”

Dax huffed, frail mortals had to be so... frail. Sure the two of them would survive, but his favorite humanoids definitely wouldn’t.

A whistling noise echoed through the tunnel and they taking a fighting stance. Dax signaled her was going further in and Cj followed. They walk around a corner to see a green light emerging from further in.

“You got a few more millennias to live, I’ll go ahead.” Dax said dramaticly. Cj rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “Like someone would be able to kill, much less defeat a Chaos god.”

Dax slapped a hand on either side of his face and acted surprised.

“To think you’d have so much faith in me!”

Cj just punched his arm, “that would be Faithy, not you.”

“Can I help you two?” A voice from behind them caused them to scream and Dax jumped into the smaller God’s arms.

Even though she was a goddess, she didn’t have supernatural strength of any nature. So her small frame was having trouble keeping him up.

It was a very very very very very very very old person. Now, Cj and Dax had no room to talk, but they had a better skincare routine.

Dax jumped out of Cj’s arms suddenly and her arms flung upwards in a very fast motion, knocking her down in the process. Dax helped her up and they readjust themselves.

“Are you the reason I heard some rumbling?” He asked as he shown his blue lantern around.

A sweat ran down CJ’s back.

“Actually, it was a lizard thing.” Dax spoke up. Cj looked at him with audacity. He had just blamed her for touching the thing she shouldn’t have, causing the mountain to come down on them. So he knew....

The old person simply nodded, “ah well, it’ll take them some time to dig that out. It earns the nearby too much money from tourist to let it stay caved in.” He explained. “Now, why don’t we talk for a bit? I’ll pour some tea.”

They reluctantly follow him into his little cave house. Well it was a small cave room, what’s the term for that? Google isn’t very helpful because all it’s wanting to do is give me tips for a man cave layout.

“So what brings you into an empty crystal cave? You seem more like adventurers than tourist.”

Back to Carter and the cats.

“Oh yeah... cats.” Carter looked away, trying to avoid the question.

Jo sighed and took a step back. “Ok it’s ok, you don’t have to answer that.”

Carter sighed in relief and turned straight around. “But how did you learn to be so swag?”

Carter paused and slowly turned back to them and was about to answer when Ash interrupted.

“OK GUYS! The thing we’re are after is a weapon!” He then broke his instrument and tore off a part of his cape to make a proper torch. Now you might be wondering how they could see without a torch. Ash and Jo could see enough not to bump into anything and Carter could tell where the general area of something is. That piece of clothe was just pure luck.

“Jo can you light this?” He asked her. She nodded and snapped her fingers to start a flame and lit it like a birthday candle.

“How did you do that? I don’t think archers can do that.” Carter said in confusion. She laughed and pointed at her hat. “I can change my class depending on my hat. Not that I have any control of it... if kinda just happens and I can’t ever remember what hat goes with what, we kinda just got lucky.”

Carter blinked slowly. The hat made no sense and there was so no sense of making sense of the thing.

“Guys look!” Ash held up the torch near the tapestry to show the words formed a picture of a weapon. There were also stars scattered around it.

“How do you even know that’s the thing we’re looking for? It could just be something relating to something else?” Jo asked.

“Carter give me the flier.” Ash asked sticking his hand out. Carter scrambled around to remember where he stuffed it, “it’s on your belt of daggers.” Ash said. He grabs it and hands it to the cat boy.

Ash holds it up and looks for any similarity between the flier and the tapestry. “Well thats only convenient.” He said. Jo and Carter look over his shoulder and the weird drawing on the flier almost matches the tapestry.

“It’s missing the words that make up the weapon.” Jo pointed out. Now that was very apparent to Carter and Ash but ummm.... Jo is nice and is explaining what’s going on for you sweet Reader-Chan!

(Aughh that took thirty years off my life. I feel like I’m writing on Wattpad again)

But every single star was present. “Wow I feel smart for figuring this out.” Ash said proudly.

“Do they make a pattern?” Carter asked. Ash shoved the flier at him and started kicking random rocks until one fell apart. He picked it up and grabbed the flier back from carter and plopped down.

He used the fragile rock as chalk and connected each start. “Oooh smart.” Jo added.

There were five large stars and a few smaller stars scattered as well. When Ash connected them all together it looked like a deformed turkey.

“Surely that’s not right.” Ash quickly dusted off the flier and connected only the large stars. “Ok tell me if I’m wrong, but does this look like a straying path?” He pointed out.

It started at one point, split into three, then back to another. “Oh yeah I can see that.” Jo replied.

“Maybe we were going to split up anyway and the rubble just sped it up.” Ash purposed.

“I still don’t see how this has anything to with the Mortem Spera“ Carter replied. Ash thought on his question for a minute but shrugged. “Most of these stupid quest have no reason to link up together the way they do.” The cat boy replied.

“Wait, that means we should be able to meet back up with the others then.” Jo replied. Ash quickly rips the tapestry off the wall and rolls it up. “I don’t know if this will be helpful, but it’s worth a shot.” They then head off the find the others.

“So these star forgers are immortal?” Cj asked before taking another sip of tea. The elder nodded.

“The only thing known to strike down one of these beings is something called the Mortem Spera.” He replied, drinking some of his own tea.

The two gods looked at each other, remembering that was thing they were hired to receive.

“But hear my warning. No mortal has managed to get their hands on it, and if they did they would surely meet their end.” He added.

“So who wielded it?” Dax spoke up. Dax did not have tea, he was drinking black coffee. Not that the old man had coffee, he made it himself— French press and everything.

The old man fell silent and put down his cup. “I don’t know the answer to that question. My theory was a dying god.” Interesting, interesting cool story bro.

“But I don’t actually know that. But I don’t think too much about the subject.”

“Well thank you for your time, but we need to find our friends.” Cj announced and pulled Dax up with her.

“Thank you for humoring me, you young folk have fun.” He said as he was went back to drinking tea.

Cj and Dax scurried out and proceeded further into the cave. “I’m sorry I don’t think he knows what’s he’s talking about.” Dax said.

“How so?” Cj replied. The older god sighed. “As long as I’ve lived, I would have at least heard about a dying god THAT desperate to live. Sure some seek out the fountain of youth, but trying to kill something like a star forger.”

Cj thought on it and nodded, “he did seem like he belonged in a loony bin.”

They then turned another corner to find... Faithy and Echo having a tea party?

She had on a fake crown and Echo had on a fake mustache and top hat. But this wasn’t your average tea party, it was the real thing. With delicate dishes, a tower of Pastries, and Gjhar feiiled forbid... a white lace table clothe.

“Is this what you’ve been doing this whole time?” Cj asked, not that she was one to ask.

“We ran into this lovely dwarf who owns a restaurant in here and we’ve been waiting on the rest of you.” Faithy explained before drinking out of her cup with her pinkie at ninety degrees.

Dax and Cj looked at them confused, “how did you know we were coming this way?” Cj asked.

“Ahh... so the shop owner was telling us that the cave coming down on itself was just a illusion.” Echo replied.

Cj flops down onto the ground and leaves an indention around herself.

“Yeah the whole thing is tourist trap role playing adventure. At the end they trick you into trading a sack of gold for a wooden spear.” Faith added.

“That does explain why it didn’t get any darker when the rocks blocked the entrance.” Dax replied.

Cj shot up from her Cj shaped hole in the floor and started screaming incoherently. She then stop and narrowed her eyes at Dax. “You’re a Chaos god and you couldn’t sense an illusion?”

Dax just shrugged. “I’m a chaos god, everything I do is legit. I have no use for mortal’s artificial magic.” He said with disgust. “That and I wasn’t thinking about it.”

Then. A loud thundering noise echoed through the cave, causing everyone to get up and put up their guard. But here comes ash carrying a stupidly large tapestry and Jo carrying Carter like a baby. How were they making so much noise????

“Ok good, we all found each other and someone isn’t trying to get through rocks like an idiot.” Ash said in relief.

“How did you know about the illusion?” Cj asked. Ash raised his eyebrow, “what illusion? The freaking flier made a map. It’s stupid simple but it works I guess.” He replied.

So... this was so freaking long.

And color coding is a pain

Never again

Ever

I hate everything

Masterlist

Figure out who everyone is, I dare you

#saveethanchanfromsoup #the party party #friendfiction #original story #cottage core goddess might fight chaos god???#garfield #red herring #don’t trust old people #cat boys

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novantinuum · 5 years ago

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Hollowed Moon (Ch. 1-3)

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: T (for sensitive content in later chapters)

Words: 1.5K~

Summary: Stevonnie doesn't crash the Star Skipper onto that jungle moon. Instead, they crash on a craggy fragment of rock suspended thousands of miles away from its associated colony, long forgotten.

On that lonely hunk of rock is a domed garden.

And standing in that garden, just as lifeless seeming as the rest of it, is a pink Gem.

Okaay, so this is the beginning of a little series of drabbles I’ve been posting on AO3 over the last two weeks. It’s an AU that diverges from just after Lars of the Stars. I have seven chapters posted already on AO3. Link to that will be posted in the reblogs, for anyone interested.

Ch. 1

The force of the impact nearly vibrates through their bones as the Star Skipper hits the surface, throwing them against the cockpit’s control panel at such speed that they barely have enough time to put up a bubble. Thankfully, ‘enough’ is all the time they need. In but a millisecond the world tints pink. Following momentum, their neck snaps forward, causing their head to smash against the solid barrier. Stevonnie yelps, vision going temporarily woozy. It takes a while for them to fully recover, with the wrecked remains of the ship spinning like a top from their perspective as they slowly lift a quivering hand to their forehead to check for wounds. They groan, nearly every square inch of their body aching something terrible, but there’s nothing. No blood, no easily distinguishable breaks, nada. Lucky them! Score, Stevonnie one, busted, broken spaceship zip.

It must be your healing powers keeping us in one piece, ‘cause that was one really violent crash.

Well, also my bubble is pretty strong!

“Hah, well... we’re lucky even a bubble got me outta this scrape,” they murmur out loud, and let out a shaky breath as they attempt to ground themself. Taking a cursory glance around, they notice that the cockpit’s window has shattered, leaving the ship open to the vacuum of space. At least, they’re assuming it is. Whatever hunk of rock it is they’ve crashed on, it doesn’t appear to have an atmosphere. “Oh boy, guess I gotta keep this thing up for a while,” they say with a nervous laugh. They press their cheek against the bubble’s rim, peering at the cracked display screen. “Now, I wonder if any of this tech is salvageable...”

Stevonnie shifts in the seat. Without any iota of warning the ship’s engines explode, launching their protective bubble hundreds of feet closer to the very stars they’re lost amongst.

Oh, what a day it’s been.

Ch. 2

This shard of planetoid isn’t particularly large, but it has just enough mass that its gravity pulls Stevonnie’s wildly spinning bubble back to the surface. Their heart pounds as the bubble collides hard upon the craggy surface, bouncing a few times before finally coming to a rest. They gasp for breath, pulling themself to their knees.

“Aughh, my everything hurts.”

Slowly but surely they rise to their feet, their knees still shaking. All around them, the remains of the Star Skipper (may she rest in pieces) are now barely distinguishable, nothing left but melted twists of scrap metal. Even if there was any possibility of fixing up the communication array earlier, it’s a moot point by now.

Steven, how are we gonna-?!

“Oh, no, no no no no!” they cry out, gripping at their hair. “Oh, this is bad. This is so, so bad. How is Lars gonna be able to find us now?”

They adjust the straps of the backpack around their shoulders and begin pacing as they continue to talk to themself, walking back and forth across the dust and rock within the bubble like a hamster in a ball.

“Okay, Stevonnie, calm down,” they say, hugging their arms around their chest. “We’re fine. I’m fine! Let’s just work this out bit by bit. So. We’re stuck on some weird asteroid, or something. We have no ship. No means of communication. We’re safe in this bubble... for now. But... I honestly don’t know how long I can keep this up. I don’t usually use it longer than a few minutes at a time.”

What about when we first met?

“That’s different, though,” they stress, plopping down to sit crisscrossed. “That time he didn’t summon it voluntarily. And that time, we weren’t stuck in the vacuum of space! Although... Okay. Okay, we were stuck under the ocean, fair point. And I guess there’s that time Steven was marooned with Eyeball. But still. It’s only been a few minutes and I’m already... so... so tired.”

Stevonnie’s breathing grows shallower, each puff of air coming in staccato gasps in their exhaustion. They grit their teeth, hand clenching against the rose quartz gem at their midsection. Over time they’ve come to realize that maintaining any one of Steven’s shields or abilities for a long period of time is super taxing to them, more so than it is for the young half-Gem himself. Makes one wonder if that’s because they’re a 75% human hybrid, because of the nature of being a fusion, or because they simply haven’t trained enough together.

They moan, frustrated at this whole dumb scenario, desperately wondering if there’s anything they could’ve done differently to avoid it all together. Lars and his friends will find them soon once they follow their trail and do a flyby, hopefully, but there’s still so many variables to consider here. They quickly hop back onto their feet inside the bubble.

Stevonnie squints, for a moment thinking they can see dimmed starlight glinting off of a domed surface in the far distance. Perhaps there’s some Gem technology hidden away here that could prove useful. For now, all they can do is explore and wait.

Ch. 3

The dome encapsulates a gigantic garden. At least, what they can only guess was once a garden. All the plants have long since shriveled up into husks of their former glory, much like the hollowed-out moon hanging high above. There’s a single service doorway on the dome’s exterior, a feature Stevonnie is exceedingly lucky to have found before finally fading to exhaustion with their bubbling ability. Now freely wandering around the dome's interior, they approach a massive platform towards its center. Eyes glittering, they brush their hand against some eroded etchings in the old stone. They’re sure it used to be quite a sight to behold in its heyday, this whole complex. Such a shame time had to carry this place to eternal rest. What used to go on here, they wonder? What kinds of Gems would use this space? Did they all leave when the colony above was... fully drained of its resources?

Their nose crinkles just thinking about it.

Hey, they muse suddenly. Up at the top... I think that’s a warp pad.

Are you sure?

Pretty positive.

“Couldn’t hurt to look,” they mutter softly, climbing up the stairs. Their legs are still burning from the long walk they set upon to reach the dome in the first place.

When they reach the top they kneel in front of the warp, and place a palm flat upon it. They close their eyes, focusing their mind on the tangled web of warp stream signatures old users have left behind, almost like a fossilized travel record. Except it’s energy based. Well, kinda. They’re sure it’s far more complicated than that, but to be fair Steven wasn’t paying full attention to Pearl the day she was teaching him how to do this. His loss, Stevonnie thinks with a snort. They think all this Gem history stuff is pretty fascinating.

The web comes into focus in their mind’s eye, one particularly bright thread stretching further across the stars than any warp pad they’ve ever seen before can.

“Galaxy warp,” they breathe in giddy realization. “This is an actual, working galaxy warp! But- no!” they cry, grinding their hands into fists. “That means we can’t use it, because Earth doesn’t have an operationa—“

“Pink, is that finally you??” a high pitched voice cries in joy from the distance.

They whirl around in a flash, scanning the interior of the (perhaps not so?) extinct garden. The complex is massive, but it’s not long before they locate the origin of this new voice, trapped amongst the browned and hardened brambles.

Standing midway between the raised galaxy warp platform and the stagnant fountain at the center of the dome is a short pink Gem.

From this distance, they’d have to guess she’s maybe half their height, perhaps a little taller. Her gemstone is on her chest, a heart shaped type they don’t recognize. The Gem’s hair is pulled up into messy little buns, twisted to look like hearts themselves. She stands with her arms open wide, baggy eyes alight with anticipation as she waits for their response.

Mouth agape, Stevonnie skitters down the steps of the platform as fast as they can. Who is this Gem? Why is she alone in a withered garden, in the middle of deep space? And why are her feet literally bound by roots?? How long has she been standing here?

“Oh! Oh, hello! I, uh- I don’t think I’m who you’re looking for, sorry,” they say with an apologetic smile. “I’m Stevonnie. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here all on your own?”

“I’m playing a game,” the small Gem replies simply, clasping her gloved hands together.

“A... game?”

“With my best friend, yes!” she enthuses. “She’ll come back any day now, I can just feel it.”

Her voice sounds chipper enough, but perhaps as a result of Connie’s lonely childhood and the walls a person learns to erect in those situations, Stevonnie can intimately sense the cracks in her facade. They may not yet understand the full scoop, but they can tell she's desperately trying to convince herself of her own cover story.

What on Earth happened to this Gem, here in this forgotten garden?

#su #su fanfic #steven universe #stevonnie #spinel #su fanfiction #hollowed moon #my writing stuff

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 6 years ago

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Were you ever annoyed at Tenn for breaking cover so many times? There was the time when Lily convinced him he would see Sophie at the school, then when he snuck on the ship, and lastly on the bridge when Minnie followed us. I see why people would be upset with him, but i mean Minnie is his only biological sibling left, and he hadn’t seen her in a year. He’s literally the sweetest, best boy and he deserved better :(

I don’t think annoyed is the right word.

I don’t know what you’d call it.

Because I like Tenn as a character [yes, even now piss off ya haters] and I wasn’t ever mad at him for doing what he did because I perceived him as a naive, hopeful kid who doesn’t think things through.

It’s like what AJ says. It’s obvious that breaking cover was stupid because that’s what Lilly was trying to do and Tenn just so easily fell for it. I understand that he wants to know what happened to his sisters, but kid, walking up to a bunch of raiders who want to kidnap you and turn you into a soldier is not the smartest way to go about it.

And, ultimately, yeah, if he hadn’t broken cover, Mitch probably wouldn’t have gone after Lilly like that and my son would be alive. Tenn even apologizes for trusting Lilly.

Then him sneaking onto the boat or getting caught and brought on just kind of made me go “Yeah, okay, this might as well happen, sure.”

But then we get to the bridge scene.

He can see that Minerva’s bit and she’s dying and she’s lost her goddamn mind. She’s literally like, “Hey, I’m going to kill you so that you can go see Sophie and Mom and Dad, okay?” and he just…

Okay? Minnie I’ll go with you?? Even as she’s being devoured in front of him and Louis/Violet’s holding him back he’s STILL trying to go to her??

Hence why AJ has to “make the right call” or not depending on if you trust him.

Which either kills Tenn or it kills Louis/Violet.

That pisses me off.

As I’ve said, I actually restarted the episode after realizing that Louis was going to die because I didn’t want AJ to make any more calls.

I think what almost made it “easier” for me to let Tenn go and be killed in order to save Louis is the conversation we had with Tenn in ep1 when he’s drawing. He tells us that he isn’t afraid of death because it isn’t scary, and he gets to go to the place where everyone gets to be a person again, like what Minnie was trying to persuade him with.

I’m not happy that he died or that AJ had to shoot him like that, but at the same time, I get it? If Tenn wants to desperately to go to Minerva as she’s being devoured by walkers then I’m not going to let Louis die because of it.

And I almost hate saying this because I feel like I sound like Jane and her whole “let them die, ya can’t save ‘em, and if ya try, more people will die” thing.

Because you know what this whole thing with Tenn reminds me of?

Sarah.

Tenn is like Sarah in a lot of ways but the conflicting idea of saving them at the risk of another’s life is done much better with him.

Because Sarah only kind of gets one person killed and that’s Reggie [but c’mon it’s Reggie I mean-] when she doesn’t do her work or when Clem doesn’t because she’s busy helping her.

And I guess you could say she’s a little responsible for Nick’s death, but we all know that’s the writers fault 100% so I barely count it.

Other than that, Sarah isn’t directly or indirectly responsible for any major character’s death.

It’d be different if in her first optional death that if you slapped and saved her, you lost Luke or Jane because of it but no. Luke and Jane make it out regardless if you leave her to be devoured or slap her.

Unlike Tenn, who you can argue is indirectly responsible for Mitch’s death [an important character damn it!] and directly the cause of Louis/Violet’s [VERY IMPORTANT CHARACTERS AUGHH] death.

And shit, if you REALLY want to spit some harder accusations at him, you could even go as far as to argue that if he hadn’t left cover, Louis/Violet, Aasim and Omar might not have been kidnapped and none of this would’ve happened.

[I personally believe it would still happen because game and story guys c’mon]

The reason I say they wrote this kind of conflict better for Tenn’s story and ultimate fate than they did Sarah’s is because Tenn’s has different outcomes.

You either save him, or you save your lover/best friend.

Are you willing to sacrifice Louis or Violet for a kid who’s literally trying to walk into a death trap with no thought for the one holding him back?

I understand that he’s all fucked up from seeing Minerva like that and his ideas of “going somewhere better” are causing him to do this, but I personally would rather let him go than to sacrifice Louis/Violet.

And that really fucks me up.

He did deserve better, anon. I have watched or played any of the endings where he survives instead, and I honestly don’t plan to. It sounds wierd but I’d rather have Louis and Violet alive and safe and I wierdly find him dying, coming back as a walker for AJ to find a fitting end for him. Not totally deserved because I want all of them to live, but that’s just how it goes.

I don’t know if these thoughts make much since but it’s 3 in the morning where I am so I don’t know how clear I’m being or if my point comes across as strange or whatever.

All in all, I don’t hate him, I hope he’s somewhere better now, and I’ll bring him back to life for my fics.

#asks #twdg spoilers #twdg tenn #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg sarah

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hey-its-me-rai · 6 years ago

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Cross that. Don’t answer that.

Title: Cross that. Don’t answer that.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley/F! MC

Summary: Care of Magical Creatures isn’t really your forte, but it sure is Charlie’s expertise. You do so much better with research and writing essays, and your latest one (How Everyday Words are Just as Magic as Latin Spells) was a hit with Professors Flitwick and McGonagall that it made a lot of sense for the Weasley boy to ask you to write an essay together. The problem? Well… the topic really doesn’t pull back their punches.

Word count: 1239 words

Author’s note: I’m back with my second fic! A little short, but I was compelled to just write this for some reason. A little bit of innuendo and awkwardness featuring our one and only Dragon boi. Tagging @delicrieux who hosted the 11K challenge which got me back into writing and @wispila who mentioned me as a HPHM blog to follow ( ˶˘ ³˘(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)♡

“Alright class, gather round me!” Professor Kettleburn called for the attention of the students. The class slowly gathered near the eccentric professor, their chatter not yet dying down.

“Say Charlie, have any idea what he’s going to teach us today?” Penny asked as she bounced from foot to foot, making the damp soil squelch beneath her shoes. “Doesn’t really seem like the best day for Fire Crabs.” Barnaby nodded, “I agree with Penny. Since it just rained the Fire Crabs are more likely to either be sleeping off the cold weather since they’ll move a lot more slowly.”

“Or,” Charlie interjected “they could be pairing off to nest for the rest of the year. It’s about time for that anyway.”

“Engaging conversation, my dear students!” Professor Kettleburn beamed and clapped his hands. “And right on topic too. In fact, class, this is what our class will be talking about for this class. Now, as it is us Professors must make sure that what we teach you isn’t too ahead or too behind with your age and err… knowledge of the world at large, if you will.” He began awkwardly. “And how more creature; magical or not, sentient or not, came into being…”

“Oh god, this is awkward…” Rowan whispered from the corner of his mouth. Looking around, it was a sentiment shared by many. Even Merula and Ismelda. Penny winced, “Reminds me of the talk my parents gave me before term started.”

“Lucky you even got a talk,” Tulip snorted. “Me mum just gave me a worn pamphlet an’ was all ‘Well Tulip dear… You’re a grown lass and will want to explore. With who is none of my business, but I am too young to be a grandmother and you remember that!’” She even mimicked the movements, with her hands on her hips.

“At the very least it wasn’t an elder sibling the one giving you any sort of talk…” Charlie pursed his lips. You couldn’t help but snicker at his misfortune. “Bill gave you the talk? Blimey, do tell how that went.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Well, when the time comes and you need tips to seduce the bloke of your dreams don’t come to me for help.”

“Charlie,” Rowan began. “You are th-aughh! F/N, I was just-

“Keeping quiet, right?” Your eyes shot daggers. “Come on we should try to pay attention. If it’s uncomfortable for us, imagine how Kettleburn feels so the least we could do is pay attention.”

“So, in short, today after completing your sketches on Fire Crabs start on a diagram of a Bowtruckle’s anatomy. Work in pairs, and later I’ll assign you essay topics. So without further ado, class is in session!” Professor Kettleburn waved an arm in the direction of the students.

“Your Bowtruckle diagram is very detailed, Lee.” Charlie walked over to join you and your housemate. “It’s even the real size!”

Barnaby looked up and smiled. “Thank you, Weasley. I told (L/N) I was having trouble drawing it, ended up too big or too small. So she had the brilliant idea to have Barnaby Jr lie on my parchment and have me trace him.”

“Barnaby Jr?”

“Well, he’s technically (L/N)’s baby but we’re doing this co-parenting thing and-

“Co-parenting.” Charlie deadpanned, and it made your stomach drop slightly.

“Yes, it was one of the smaller sessions. If I’m not mistaken you had Flying lessons then.” You smile, quill tapping aimlessly on your parchment. Charlie’s eyes dropped to focus on your gesture. You always did that when you were around him.

“I wish Kettleburn let me name a Bowtruckle.” He sighed, sitting down nestled between the two of you. “I’d have name him something cool, like Ridgey.”

“Ridg- how is that cool?” You snorted.

“Like the dragon!” Barnaby grinned. “I like it.”

“Alright, Romeo and Romeo… The next time Kettleburn asks me to name a creature I’ll call for you two.”

“Alright children, pair up now! Khanna, you take Lee please. If he ends up with Weasley, their essay will undoubtedly end up in a different albeit enjoyable and enlightening direction. Sorry to part you from (L/N), but it’s for my sake.” Kettleburn muttered the last part of the sentence under his breath. “I have also put the topics of your essays in this box. This is to avoid embarrassment on both our sides, as well as to avoid me being called in for review yet again. So please line up with your partner and take a topic from the box. Once you’ve received the topic, you are free to return to the castle. Any exchange request will not be entertained.”

You looked around to see that most of the class had already paired up. A pair of blue eyes met yours. The owner cocked his brows.

“Want to pair up?”

“Sure can, Weasley. Your partner did steal mine.”

“Hey, at least we can work on our essays in the common room! Khanna and Lee can work in theirs, too.”

A box was shoved into your chest. “Always dilly dallying, (L/N). How do you expect to find the vaults that way?” Merula sneered. “You’re the last to choose, so you’ve got whatever leftover topic.”

“Thank you, Merula.” Charlie smiled politely. Your lip curled slightly in amusement. Ever since she was told off by your red-head extraordinaire of a partner, Merula has been playing nice. (As nice as Merula Snyde can get, and only during shared lessons.) Violet eyes smothered haphazardly in black eyeshadow met yours and narrowed. “Sod off.”

He took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the box. “Want to do the honours and read the topic?”

“Sure.” You took the paper. Unfolding it gingerly, you read the topic and couldn’t help but laugh. Just your luck.

“Um… what’s so funny? I didn’t think Kettleburn would be intentionally funny…?” Charlie’s brows knitted in confusion. Gently, he took the paper from your grasp and read it himself. “‘The study of breeding techniques and the differences between sentient and non-sentient magical creatures.’ Merlin, this is a loaded topic.”

Your cheeks flushed and you can feel the heat creeping across your cheeks. Of all topics, of all partners… of course it had to be Charlie Weasley and Breeding Techniques. His expressions was mostly unreadable, and you couldn’t help but felt pressured to say something - anything.

“Maybe you can write about the tips Bill gave you.” Did I just say that????

His head snapped to look at you, his face a mix of horror and unbridled amusement (and honestly, you never knew humans were capable of such an emotion).

“Unless you’ve got your own tips?” Why can’t I shut up?????

Charlie opened his mouth and closed it without having said anything in reply.

“Or instead of writing it, you can show me first?” Why didn’t the Ice Knight just stab me????

While the Ice Knight remain a defeated part of the recent past, you were hit by the realization of what exactly you said and the obvious implications that came with it. “Cross that, Charlie. Don’t answer that. In fact, let me write the whole thing and we can pretend I never said any of tho-

“Breeding typically requires two parties, dear. Can’t have you doing it all by yourself.” He smirked, finally responding after what seemed like a horribly awkward century. “Be warned though, what I show you should preferably remain between the two of us.”

#Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM #charlie weasley #charlie x mc #charlie weasley x mc #barnaby lee #male!rowan #humour #innuendo #hey-its-me-rai

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themightykirin · 4 years ago

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Chapter 14: The Old 'Castle'

It was only a short while after, that Keiran woke him. The cold winds were growing too hard and fast, and it seemed that, if they didn't find shelter, they might very likely be overtaken by an uprising blizzard. The storm had caught up with them, and it caught up with them quick.

The two trekked together for a while against the wind and snow as it mounted at impossible speeds, not sure what to do or what kind of shelter to hope for... When Keiran spotted a structure in the distance.. something that she recognized to be other than a grove of especially tall trees, already covered in snow: it was the spires of a building.

“Look there! Up ahead!” Snow flew from the front of weary, determined black boots as she shot a finger in the direction of their last hope; shelter to keep them from freezing to death that night:

An abandoned castle.

It was small for a castle, but there was no denying it for what it was. And they did need shelter.

The redhead hesitated.

“Uhh... I ain’t sure about this. I mean...!” He shouted over the wind and snow, and tried to think of some logical explanation besides ‘possibly haunted’, like; “What if people own the place and they call the guards?”

“Good!” Came her reply, continuing on without him. “Then I'll get arrested and sleep in a warm cell.” Serdtse paused, considering the place. If it was vacant, the thought of a nice glowing fire in the hearth, possibly snuggled up to Keiran ‘for warmth’ suddenly outweighed the grey dreary visions he had of whispers from bodies no longer there. With a blink, he cleared his head and realized Keiran was still going on without him.

“O... Oi! Keiran, wait up, I’m coming!” And he hurried along after her.

Once inside, Serdtse’s reservations came back full force. The large, ornate wooden door, mottled with heavy iron, made a loud, groaning creak and then echoed through the foyer as it closed behind them. 'Definitely haunted' -came Serdtse's internal dialogue. And afterward, the absence of that noise was somehow even worse; as if he was sharing a hospital room with someone... and suddenly one less person was breathing.

“K-Keiran...” Serdtse whispered, immediately embarrassed he had stuttered.

“What..!” She hissed, suddenly angry because she didn't want to admit he was making her nervous about spooky things. “Don’t be stupid. There’s nothing to be afraid of. There’s no one living here.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.“ He answered, and the back of Keiran’s hand smacked him against the chest for that comment. A huff of an awkward chuckle escaped him as he ran a hand through his wild red hair and then he followed after her. Crouched down together as they cautiously explored, pushing tattered, stained drapery out of the way, and making sure not to fall over the dusty furniture; Keiran found the drawing room. With purpose in her steps she approached the hearth and dropped her sack, and then began to knock flint and steel together.

“We need more wood.” She told him.

“Uhh... where am I gonna-...”

“The house is full of furniture; pick something!”

Serdtse looked at an old, sun washed, deteriorated chair, with vines entertwining weakly into it like a lifeline, as if something, some force, was still clinging to this place, and wanted its chair. He shook his head.

“Keiran, I can’t do that. What if it makes the spooks angry? I’d be angry if somebody busted my stuff.”

“Stop being stupid! I told you there’s no one here! There hasn’t been anyone here for years, look at this place! We’re lucky the windows are in tact. Now bust up the chair.” She ordered. Serdtse raised both hands in trepidation, looking around. Finally, he blurted out aimlessly,

“Hey! If this chair b’longs to anybody! I’m gonna use it for firewood, so we don’t freeze, ok?” He paused, listening. His head lifted like a child trying to hear sleigh bells on Christmas Eve. “...Ok??” He asked. Keiran rolled her eyes. She still didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she was nervous. And she renewed her determination not to be. Patience lost, she stood and flipped the chair over, grabbing one of the legs, and using her foot as leverage, she quickly had it off, tossed it into the fire, and began to work on the next one. Serdtse stood looking at her awkwardly.

“Uh... I coulda done that.” He interjected. Keiran just squinted at him briefly before she continued.

Soon they had a decent fire going. Serdtse began looking for a blanket, feeling braver now that they had broken the chair and started a nice warm, glowing fire, -and nothing had tried to steal their souls. Maybe Keiran was right. Maybe there was nothing to be afraid of.

“I’m gonna go look upstairs.” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb, and with a slight hop, he turned and began bounding to the second floor.

Immediately, he regretted this. Serdtse swallowed anxiously. His single green eye looked back down the way he had come, and he was briefly comforted by the image of Keiran, and the resonant glow of the fire. And then he continued on. The first thing he found at the top of the stairs, was a linen closet. His gratitude exploded in his chest and his voice eeked out with childish enthusiasm,

“Luckyyyyyyyy~!” Then, throwing the door open, nothing less than a pile of bones wrapped in tomb-stained winding cloth; skulls and femers and fingers and ankles; all came spilling out onto him. Dust of long-dead things he didn’t ever want to know the origin of splashed everywhere and hung on the air. He flailed in shock, accidentally inhaling the probably cursed ashes and stumbled back and cried out, being further sullied by the contents in his panic.

“Augh! AUGHH!!” He continued to flail, scrambling to get up off the ground; dust flying everywhere. Keiran heard this and was immediately up the stairs after him.

Backing up away from the bones, Serdtse bumped into her and cried out again, but she caught him and shook him a bit.

“Stop! Stop it! What’s wrong with you!!” She shouted, not so much angrily as urgently. The further they got from the fire, the harder it was to see clearly, and at the very top of the stairs there wasn’t much moon light coming in from the stained glass windows. Serdtse grabbed onto her arms in turn, trying to collect himself.

“In-... in the closet!” He started. “Sk- skelletons! Look!” But when he turned to point them out to her, they were gone. Completely gone. Only the open linen closet stood, with clean, neatly folded towels. Serdtse was beside himself. Surely Keiran would think he was insane. Dust was gone. “No! No, wait! They were here! I swear they were! They fell out, all over me! I was coughing, I-... couldn’t breathe!”

Keiran squinted at the closet, arms folded. Then she looked at Serdtse. Not sure what to make of this, she didn’t say anything, reserving her judgement for a later time. Instead, she continued on into one of the bedrooms, and began to pull with determination on a blanket covering the bed there. Serdtse followed after her, bewildered, worried what she must think.

“This will do.” She told him, tossing it into his arms, and then she began to make her way back down toward the fire.

“K-Keiran...” He said, not understanding why she hadn’t spoken one way or the other. She must think he was nuts, 'of course she does', -he convinced himself. “The... closet-...” He spoke, almost in a whine. Why did her opinion matter so much? He knew what he saw. And still...

“What about it?” She asked, hardly making eye contact.

“The skelletons!” He cried out, exasperated, looking briefly back up the stairs as he followed her back down.

“Well they’re gone now, what do you want me to do about it!” She shot back. Serdtse paused on the stairs, still holding the comforter in his arms. So... she didn’t think he was crazy? Or she did, and she was humoring him. -Oh gods, she must be humoring me and not want to argue about it. He convinced himself. His shoulders slumped, defeated as they went back to the hearth.

As he sat there though, with the blanket around his shoulders, brows raised in hope, almost pleadingly, he opened his arms to her, inviting her to come in when she was done fixing the fire. They were both exhausted and nipped with frost. So she did so, without making eye contact. But that was enough for Serdtse. Under the guise (however legitimate) of keeping her warm, he tightened his arms around her and rested his cheek against her lovely raven hair, watching the fire grow and ebb, and dance, playing shadows on the wall.

And then one shadow moved deliberately against the actions of the fire.

Serdtse froze solid. Had he seen that right? Only his bright green eye followed the movement. He lifted his eyepatch, blinking with both eyes a moment... And after a minute or two, all seemed as it should be again, and he started to doubt himself... he let it go, trying to settle in and enjoy this moment with Keiran at his side.

But it wasn't over. It was then it emerged; the shape of a head out of the light, cast against the wall, and before he knew it, it leaped at him!

Serdtse choked and his vision went immediately black. He couldn't move. It was as if someone had taken the use of his limbs. He tried to cry out to Keiran, but while, in his head, the screams were clear, he was aware they made it out as nothing but urgent muttering whispers. He sounded asleep, no matter how hard he tried to call for help. His chest arched in twitches, his head turned, eye still closed and vision black. He continued to cry out to her, desperate, and feverish.

Keiran was aware of nothing save for the fact that Serdtse seemed to have fallen asleep at some point, and was now either having a nightmare or a seizure. Thinking maybe the scare upstairs, whatever it was, had compromised his nervous system, she rolled him to his side to prevent him from choking. And she had no sooner done so, then he opened his eye and gasped... and then, overwhelmed, a quiet sob left him. What did all his strength, all his knowledge matter, against something he couldn’t show anyone? Or against something that could take his own body if it wanted to?

Confused and scared for him, and for herself, Keiran gathered him into her arms.

“Ok, I’ve got to get you out of here.” She said, looking around. And then suddenly, the fire went out and everything was still. Keiran’s sharp eyes widened slightly, half in panic, and half to be intensely aware of her surroundings. She clutched Serdtse tightly to her as her focus flew to one side of the room like a cat. The rustling of something like tracks of small animals, running through the walls echoed. Then something emitted a low growling sound. 'This is not good.' She thought, making the familiar click sound of her sword being drawn from its sheath.

“Iron..!” Serdtse blurted out, pointing at the fireplace tools as he got up and grabbed a shovel for himself, and handing her handle of the poker. And then they stood together, back to back, looking around, and hearing the sounds of the racing animalistic scuffling all along the walls, growing heavier. His voice was subdued. “It’s just... superstition a' course, but...” He swallowed; his green eye wide and busy, trying to focus everywhere at once. “Iron should rend the apparitions. Y'know, disperse their energy. It'll give us time.”

“It won’t kill them??” Asked Keiran, somewhat exasperated. Serdtse, scared and tired and his face still wet with tears, his patience was about gone. He shot back accidentally comical,

“Of course it won’t kill them! They’re already dead, Keiran!!” And something else took a leap at him from the walls. Keiran shoved him aside and slashed through it with so little effort it looked like she hadn't done it at all.

“Run!” She cried out, taking a defensive stance to cover him as he did, facing the dark, empty hearth, and the shadows now obviously moving and swirling as they regained their stamina. “Run!” She shouted again, staggering her feet and ready to make another blow.

Serdtse hesitated only a moment, still holding his shovel. He quickly grabbed their bags, and looked behind him to make sure she was still there. Keiran was following him, walking backward as she fought them off. With urgency, he pulled the heavy door open, and this time, the loud groaning noise that accompanied it was a welcome sound. The snow was the answer to their prayers. Serdtse made it outside, throwing their bags several yards from the door, to safety. And he paused. Anxiousness seized him. Was she still coming?

“Keiran!” He cried out, beginning to head back toward the open door.

And it slammed shut.

'No!' He thought. Then, racing to the entrance, he attempted to open it again, in vain. It wouldn’t budge. He pounded on the door.

“Keiran! Keiran come out! Keiran, open the door! What’s going on!!” He kept shouting, doing whatever he could to pry at the ancient and swollen wood of the door. How had they ever opened it in the first place? It seemed like the doors had been weathered shut for ages. His voice broke a little.

“Keiran!!” He called, hearing nothing. Silence in the snow: there was nothing from the other side of the door that looked like it had ever been opened. He was doubting his senses. His vision circled about at his surroundings. Had she come out with him? No, he was still very much alone..

Not sure what to do with himself, and doubting all of his faculties in the deafening snow, he couldn’t let go the possibility that Keiran was still stuck inside somewhere. Sure he could be hallucinating again, but he had to do the best he could with what he had. The ex-pirate rounded the corner, noticing the window to the drawing room was inconveniently tall. He backed up and took a running leap toward it anyway, scraping the wall with his big green boot, and just barely catching the windowsill. Then he pulled himself up and stood on it only a moment, before he wrapped his large knitted scarf loosely around his face, and with his shoulder, he made a strong charge against the stained glass. It shattered and he fell inside with a loud thud against the floor.

“Ow.” He expressed absently, climbing up off the floor.

“GRrAUGHHH!!” Keiran came at him swinging the poker, and stopped, just centimeters short of his 'good' eye. Her focus widened. “Serdtse!” She blinked. And when her guard was down, some dark shadow flew at her and she dropped the poker and fell to the floor. Serdtse cried out and caught her.

Internally, she struggled against an unknown force while in his arms. Her brow furrowed, angry inside, and she continued to fight. 'MY BODY IS MINE AND YOU WILL GET THE HELL OUT OF IT!!' She roared from her heart, and then she startled awake. The energy and determination had forced it out. She looked up at Serdtse and shouted at him accusingly. “What the hell are you doing in here! I told you to get out!!” And she shoved him toward the window. Without trying to argue, Serdtse scrambled in the direction he had come. Keiran followed quickly, one hand on the redhead’s back as he knocked out the lower bits of remaining glass with his boot, with Keiran looking behind them, and making preemtive strokes at nothing for good measure. And once he had taken a leap out and tumbled into the snow, Keiran followed and rolled once, landing crouched on her feet.

When they were safe outside again, Serdtse pounced her for joy and snow splattered every which way unceremoniously.

“Keiran! Oh gods I was so worried!” He drew back to look her over. “Are ya alright? Gods, I didn’t know what ta think! The door closed, an’ you were still in there, an’ I was thinking I was goin’ crazy, I didn’t know what ta do! Hey lookit me, look it me! Lemme see ya. Ya ok??”

Embarrassed, Keiran jerked her head away.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” She answered... then, more pensively, her shoulders relaxed, her focus veered off at nothing, her mind full... and she sighed. “What the hell was that...” She asked, looking to him for answers. She knew Serdtse was the reading type. He blinked at her. Wasn't the answer obvious?

“Keiran they were ghosts. Bad ones too.”

“I don’t believe in ghosts.” She responded, confused. And with a huff, she picked up her backpack, and continued on up the trail. Serdtse stood dumbfounded, pointing absently to the castle they had just narrowly escaped with their lives. How could she say that after what they just witnessed?? He stuttered out meekly,

“B-... but-...the-...”

“Are you coming or not??” She called over her shoulder, not wanting to argue about it.

“Uh-... yeah!” And he took his pack, slung it over one shoulder and followed, confused, and fascinated.

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butiaintgonnaloveem · 7 years ago

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Good Riddance

Pairing/Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, others

Word Count: 2200

Warnings: Language, teasing, fluff, sass, AU

A/N: Here’s my Coffee Shop AU with Barista!Sam for @luci-in-trenchcoats Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge. This was fun, but I don’t know how to summarize without giving too much away. Enjoy some tattooed Sam and Tattoo Artist Dean with plenty of coffee. Many thanks to my pal @idreamofhazel for the beta read on this one. I hope you enjoy it!

*Don’t forget, I love feedback and constructive criticism!!

Walking into the coffee shop, you take a deep breath when the scent of freshly roasted coffee hits you. A quick glance behind the counter confirms that he’s there, and your mouths curves against your best efforts into a restrained smile.

“Good morning, Sam,” your voice turns into a shy drawl.

“Morning!” he calls from behind the espresso machine. “I’ve got a good one for you today.”

“Oh really?”

“Yup,” he flashes you a teasing smirk before going back to watching his work. His hair hangs loose around his jaw, the ends curling just a bit. Your eyes are drawn, as always, to the vivid designs that creep up his shirtsleeves and out of his low collar.

The way your morning routine goes, you’re able to miss the daily rush of people and get to enjoy the few minutes of interaction with the people at the shop. All of them friendly and incredibly enthusiastic about coffee, but Sam is your particular favorite.

You’re drawn from your ogling when you notice him reach over for a lid for your drink, and the muscles surrounding your lips strain while you try to fight your smile as you wait for him to hand it over.

“I’m telling you, this is the one,” he says.

“We’ll see. You’re lucky I love coffee because you’ve said that before.” You grab the drink, holding eye contact with him for an extra few seconds before you straighten your shoulders to leave. “Thanks, Sam.”

His grin grows and you turn away, walking out the door before you lift the cup to eye level, reading the side ‘DANGER - It’s my middle name.’

Your nose crinkles as you snort a shoulder-curving laugh. You turn with a big toothy smile back to the window, looking at Sam through the glass. Closing your mouth, without successfully hiding your smile you shake your head ‘No’ while he puts his hands up in a shrug before moving one of them in a quick wave. Your hand bobs a bit as you wave back, still chuckling.

Your smile softens, but doesn’t quite disappear by the time you make it to work yourself, your coworker shakes her head as you settle in.

“You should stop flirting with him and get him on a date.”

“What?”

“Coffee man.”

“Sam? What? No. It-it’s just fun.” You squint and shrug her off.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, rolling her eyes, “So, what did he come up with today?”

Again, the self-satisfied smile appears while you flush with embarrassment, words tripping out of your mouth, “Uhm, uh ‘Danger’.”

“Danger?” You hold up the paper cup to allow her to read it. She pouts and nods, “Cute.”

“Yeah, way better than ‘bandana’ and what was the other one?” You ask, snapping your fingers together to pull up the memory.

“Oh, remember ‘antidandruff’?”

“Ugh. Yeah,” you chuckle, “He’s trying, though.”

Pulling open the door, you suck in the coffee scent, eyes drifting to the counter, but not quite making it before someone calls your name. Following the voice, you find Sam, huddled at one of the cafe tables with another guy that you don’t recognize and a few cups of coffee spread out on the table between them. He beckons you over once you acknowledge him.

“Well, this is weird. You off today?” You stop at the edge of the table, lingering next to the chair, uncertain whether or not to sit.

“Yeah, I’ve got some stuff to do today with my brother,” he gestures to the guy next to him.

He lifts his cup as a hello. “I’m Dean, the older and better brother.” You stand there and nod, looking him over - just as tattooed as Sam, but a little more gruffness to him.

“Shut up, Dean,” Sam kicks him under the table, “I got your drink for you already.” He picks up one of the cups, holding it out for you to grab it. Again, it takes you an extra few seconds to catch up with him.

“Oh, uhm thanks.”

“My pleasure, so, danger doesn’t work for you?”

Finally, your face cracks into a smile, “Not so much.”

“Hmmm, okay,” he drops his gaze, giving you a quick one-over, “Are you an Elton John fan?”

You pinch your lips tight, as a very graceful snort escapes while you try not to spit your drink out at him. “What?!”

“Tiny Dancer?” Even with the healthy layer of scruff, his dimples pop, making you itch to squeeze him because he’s too much in a single bundle.

“Wow, that’s just terrible-”

“Ohhh,” Dean interrupts, “Is this her?”

Sam’s eyes narrow in a glare, “Shut up, Dean.”

You turn and glance between them, waiting for some kind of scuffle

“Well, that sounds like a yes. I don’t think she likes Tiny Dancer. Oh! How about Tony Danza?” Dean teases, lines forming by his eyes as he smirks.

You shake your head at them, “I never should have told you, and now your brother’s in on it too? So much no, and before you try it, I’ll also go ahead and reject Dance Like Nobody's Watching.”

“You can dance for me like nobody's watching,” Dean mutters. Your face opens in surprise at his words. Again, Sam sends a tight-lipped glare his way along with another kick under the table. “Okay, jeez Sammy, lighten up. By the way, whenever you’re ready to take care of it, let Sam know and I’ll do it myself.”

“Really?” you question, hopefully.

“O’course, I’m the best damn artist in the state, can’t have my brother’s girl- ooof -” he hunches over slightly, jaw clenching as he swallows the pain. A tight, and forced, smile graces his face, “I mean, any friend of Sam’s is a friend of mine.”

“Well, thanks.” You curl your lips in, biting them as you imagine how the sentence might have finished.

“Yeah, this is all Dean’s work,” Sam flexes his arms, twisting them to show off a bit. “Today, he’s finishing a portrait for me.”

“Portrait of who?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink.

“Jessie,” Dean answers, “Sam has this gorgeous picture of her, with the sun making her hair this beautiful gold color I’m excited to work on - “

“Wow, really? Sounds really...beautiful,” the lump that quickly formed in your throat makes it hard to speak, but you don’t want to hear anything else about this Jessie. “Sorry. Love the coffee, but I gotta run, have a good one guys.”

Sam opens his mouth to respond, but you dart out the door, not looking back or hearing whether or not they’ve said goodbye.

Tears don’t quite form, but the hurt is evident in your expression when you get to work.

“What happened?” your coworker asks, immediately ignoring her task.

“Nothing,” you sniffle, “It’s stupid.”

“Sam? Did he say something?” She holds your biceps, keeping you from turning away.

You groan, “Aughh, I know I’m not really one to talk, but I found out he’s getting a portrait done. Her name’s Jessie and she’s beautiful, and has gorgeous golden hair, and I just had to leave because that - sucks,” you roll your eyes as you finish, annoyed by your own jealousy.

You looks defeated for you, “I’m sorry, hun.” Her hands rub up and down your arms to soothe you.

“It’s okay, it was just a crush anyway.”

“Morning, Sam,” you politely smile, controlling yourself from letting your eyes roam as he wears the hell out of that red and black plaid shirt.

“Hey! Got a question for you,” he smiles as he slowly pushes your drink across the counter. You tilt your head to prompt him. “What’s your sign?”

Your hand smacks your cheek then drags down your face in second-hand embarrassment for him, “Oh no, Sam, really?”

“Come on, it’s a good one today.” He juts his chin at your cup. You lift it to see he’s drawn a picture of a crab with the word ‘DECAPODAN’ next to it. “Could work if you fall under the Cancer sign.”

“First. No. Second, I’m not even sure that’s a real word, but I appreciate the effort. See you later.” You smile politely again, not missing the confusion that flashes across his face.

“Sure, see ya,” he quietly calls after you.

He continues to try. Day after day goes by with the usual pleasantries and more and more words on your cups, though it doesn’t bring the same joy as before.

“Good morning!” Sam sing-songs as soon as you walk into the shop.

“Hey,” you breathe out softly.

“What’s wrong?” His forehead lines with wrinkles as he looks you over.

“Nothing, just the usual today, please?”

He passes it across the counter, ready for you before you’d gotten there, “I really think today’s the day. It’s a good one.” He timidly smiles and nods at the cup as you grab it.

“Don’t waste your time, I’ll figure out something else.” You keep focused on the floor, noting the scuff marks on the toes of your shoes.

“What? Why?” he asks, voice going high.

“Just...cause. This is a bit inappropriate and you don’t need to worry about it. It’s stupid.” You sneak a glance, catching him swallowing nervously before shifting back to a small smile.

“But, I still have so many more to try. There’s, uh, there’s danish, and sedan, and - and fandango, and abundant -”

“It’s okay, really. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do, and other-other people to worry about.” You start to march out the door, stopping when you hear the crash behind you. Turning back, you find Sam standing next to the broken napkin dispenser and a mess of cups rolling around on the floor, chest a little huffy from jumping across the counter. “Shit, Sam, you okay?”

“Yeah - I mean, no, but what’s wrong? I’m sorry if I said something -” His hands pull through his hair with obvious frustration.

“It’s okay, Sam. I brought it on myself. I’d make fun of me, too, but it’s not fun for me anymore.”

“Why? What did I say?” He moves to reach for you, but you jerk away, flinging coffee from your cup and onto your shirt and the floor. The flash of burning pain sends you over the edge, ripping all politeness from your tone.

“It’s because of Jessie, okay? Because I’m hurt and mad you never mentioned her. And you know what?” you start to hiss through clenched teeth, “It’s a little hypocritical of you to tease me, when you go and get some girl’s picture tattooed on you!”

His face goes long as his jaw drops, lips forming a perfect ‘o’ for a few seconds until the corners start to twitch. His teeth appear as his smile forms, fits of laughter escaping from him as the stiffness leaves his shoulders.

“You’re a jerk,” you spit at him, twirling away.

“No! No, hang on!” He snags your arm, pulling more coffee from the lip of your cup which thankfully misses you this time. You focus on the droplets on the floor, watching the milky bubbles pop while you avoid eye contact with Sam. “I was never making fun of you and I’m not a hypocrite.”

He bends to roll up a pant leg, slowly revealing a fresh tattoo on his calf. ‘Jessie’ in a lovely font, her golden hair somehow shining on his skin, her head tilted in a playfully curious expression, her floppy ears perked up, and tongue slightly hanging from her snout.

If anger hadn’t been boiling in your body, you might have reacted better, but tears spring to your eyes as you half cry, and cough out a laugh. “Jessie’s a fucking dog?”

“Ye-heah,” Sam lightly chuckles. “She was the best dog I ever had,” he lets the fabric fall back, standing tall again. “I was never making fun of you, I was trying to have fun with you and was hoping to ask you out at some point.” He tucks his hands in his pockets, shoulders lifting in a shrug as he stands there, waiting for you to respond.

Two months later, Sam walks with you hand-in-hand into the tattoo parlor.

“Well well well,” Dean says as he stands, wiping his hands on his thighs. “Today’s the day?”

“Yeah, you came up with the perfect design, Dean, thank you.”

He tries to play it off cocky, but you see the way he almost hides his face in his shoulder that he’s flattered, “No problem, darlin’. Now, let’s get you all set and you can tell me how you ended up with that in the first place.”

“Not much to tell,” you say, pulling off your overshirt and turning your back to Dean so he can see it. “I was young, had a few drinks, and thought I was in love.”

He takes a finger, pulling down the back of your tank and the band of your bra, “Wow. That’s it? It really just says ‘DAN’ right in the middle of your back? You didn’t even give him a ‘forever’ to go with it.” He laughs from deep in his chest.

“Last chance for Tony Danza. Dean would be happy to do it,” Sam whispers in your ear.

“Still better than decapodan.” You smile, turning and nuzzling against him. “You smell like coffee.”

“I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you shake your head before you sigh, “You know I love coffee.”

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ripplesofaqua · 7 years ago

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Catch Me

Cassandra finds the geography of the Forbidden Oasis more treacherous than she expected.

Based off this prompt from @the-modern-typewriter.

Cassandra/Varric ~ AO3/FFN

1,195 words ~ rated T

They’ve been in the Forbidden Oasis for days, and Cassandra begins to suspect that she is not built for the heat. Her entire body feels raw from the sun and blowing sand, and her throat aches for more liquid than she dare take from her waterskin. Underneath her armor, sweat glues cloth, sand, and skin together, but she will not regret her earlier disregard for Varric’s advice. She does not need special clothing for this heat, and if she is to be the only warrior present on this excursion, she must be armored well enough to defend the others on her own.

Still, the weight of her armor and the sun-heated air presses heavy upon her.

She sighs. Their most serious enemies have turned out to be two things she is near helpless against: the weather and the Inquisitor’s inability to recognize their own dismal navigation skills. She has lost count of the wrong turns they have made, of the many tunnels they have taken only to end up somewhere unexpected and unwanted.

And now they have followed the Inquisitor up steep ladders and across neglected scaffolding in a vain attempt to figure out where they are from higher ground. At this point, all Cassandra knows is that they have set up camp at the very top of a very-neglected mining structure - one that does not look safe.

She risks a glance at Varric. He determinedly faces away from the edge, and Cassandra catches the tension in his eyes. For once she cannot blame him, as she too longs to feels solid ground underneath her feet. Longs to reach out to him, to place her hand on his shoulder and anchor them both to reality.

Or perhaps, not to reality but to a dream.

“Oi, can’t reach me up here, can you? Ugly, wolf-y thing.”

Sera’s taunt snaps Cassandra out of her musings, and she looks over to find the elf aiming a jar or bees at a pack of hyenas, snarling far below.

Cassandra rolls her eyes. This is what happens when she gets distracted for even a moment. She opens her mouth, ready to chastise Sera, for the bees would undoubtedly make the situation worse.

But something creaks, and Cassandra reaches out instinctually to grasp Sera’s arm. Using all her strength, Cassandra pulls Sera away from the edge, just as the board under the elf’s right foot gives way and plummets to the ground far below. Their balance off, the two collapse into a pile atop sand-covered timber and Cassandra winces at the impact. After a moment, Sera pushes against her and scrambles to stand up.

“Shit-biscuits, I have sand… in places. Aughh, it’s in my shoes.”

“You are alive, Sera.” Cassandra’s voice is grim as she pulls herself to her feet, annoyance flashing as Varric fails to hide his laughter behind a sleeve. “Inquisitor, I believe we have spent enough time up here. Let us continue on.”

Mercifully her companions agree, and after the long climb down, they resume their weary trek through the desert.

It is not an improvement.

Cassandra can feel his eyes on her and she stops herself from fidgeting. She cannot bear to give any indication of her discomfort. After all, how can she pretend her heart is impervious to these feelings if he is aware he has some effect on her.

It feels strange. After months of criticizing his lies, she is now the one lying to herself. To them both.

But lying is not in her blood, and she wonders how long this fragile falsehood can last before the truth escapes her chest.

Their party trudges on, and the sun does not seem so harsh compared with his gaze burning into the back of her neck. She did not think it was possible to feel warmer than she had in this weather, but something scorches a path down her chest and into her stomach.

She cannot take it anymore.

“Alright, out with it dwarf.”

Varric chuckles, frustratingly nonchalant, and takes a few quick steps to walk beside her. His grin bodes nothing good. “If I swoon into your arms, Seeker, will you catch me too?”

“No.” Her curt reply offers a flimsy shield against the fluttering of her heart.

There is a strange look in his eyes, but she will not think about how it would feel to wrap her arms around his muscular frame, to feel the weight of his body pressing against her. No, she refuses to imagine what his strong arms, now bare in his sleeveless armor, might feel like wrapped around her own body. Would those arms have the strength to–

“Ughh,” she scoffs, sending a quick prayer to the Maker that her sun-burnt skin hides any trace of the blush that refuses to disappear.

This is pathetic. She is a grown woman and there is a task she must complete.

And then she can leave this forsaken place and take a much-needed bath.

The thought of returning to Skyhold, to its cold and comfort, centers her mind and keeps her focused on something other than the headache blooming between her eyes.

Keeps her from thinking about Varric.

They do not make it back to the Desert Camp until after sunset, and Cassandra’s shoulders sag in relief at the prospect of a proper tent and some water. She pauses for a moment just outside camp, leaning against an ancient column as she revels at the thought of sleep.

The sand shifts beneath her feet and the pillar lurches away, though for some reason she does not move with it.

Something warm and hard wraps around her waist, a welcome weight anchoring her to the earth. For a moment, she gazes down the cliff in front of her, and she is unsure which is more responsible for the heavy pounding of her heart: the distance she would have fallen or Varric’s warm body behind her.

She does not think she wants to know the answer, but something deep inside tells her she will be unable to deny it for long.

“Careful, Cassandra.” His voice is rough against her neck, and she shivers. “Dwarves aren’t made for this heat, and my reflexes aren’t what they should be. I’d hate to see you fall where I can’t catch you.”

There is more than one precipice hidden in the meaning of his words, and suddenly Cassandra thinks that it might not be so horrible if she let the truth slip.

She turns to face him, though the confidence of her words belies the gnawing at her heart.

“You will find a way, Varric. You always do.”

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theartificialdane · 8 years ago

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Galactica, part 230

In this Sutan tries to escape, Alaska goes out, Bianca seeks forgiveness, Pearl wonders, Nina is on the war path, and Violet can’t breath.

Thank you @veronicasanders @toriibelledarling and @samrull <3

“Does this taste weird to you?” Violet held out her cup of tea, not really looking at Sutan as her boyfriend took the cup from her. “Did your housekeeper do something to the kettle?”

“Violet, I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Just taste it, please.” Violet picked up the kettle, checking it over, even though she had no idea what she was looking for. “Do you think I should leave her a note, I’d really hate to tell her how to do her job, but my tea is almost undrinkable and I really want to pick Frida up before work...”

“I’d rather not.”

“Sutan, what are you talking about?” Violet turned her head, looking at her boyfriend, a confused expression in her eyes.

“I’m sure the tea is fine. I haven’t been to the dentist yet, so I’d really rather not.”

“What do you mean you haven’t been to the dentist yet?” Violet couldn’t believe what had boyfriend had just told her. It had been about weeks since their lunch date and Violet had assumed Sutan had gotten it fixed, the man one of the most responsible people she knew.

“It’s not a big deal. I don’t have to go to the dentist.” “You just refused to drink a cup of tea. That does seem like a big deal.. Or a potential one..” Violet took the cup from Sutan, the sour taste of it forgotten. Violet didn’t like telling Sutan what to do, didn’t like this conversation one bit, but her cheek was still stinging slightly from last night, the intimacy they had shared during the night giving her the courage to stand up to him. “So I’m scared of the dentist, everyone is scared of something.” Sutan shrugged, not really meeting Violet’s eyes as he went to the fridge to grab some juice, Violet watching his broad back.

“Sutan, you should really go… What if it’s because there’s something seriously wrong? You’d never know if you don’t go…”

Sutan turned around, juice in hand, watching Violet. “Does it really matter that much to you?”

“It does..” Violet bit her lip, the pain centering her as she stood her ground.

“Fine.”

“Really?” Violet’s eyes lit up, not expecting her boyfriends easy defiance, or the smile on his lips.

“Yes, but only if you go with me.”

“I’d love to.”

***

“Do you think it’s bad?” Courtney asked, wriggling out of the clothes she’d traveled in and pulling on a pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt.

Ben lay on her bed, scrolling through her text messages with Bianca. “I’m going back so I get the full context.”

“Okay, but don’t scroll up too far, because you’ll see--”

“AUGHH!! JESUS CHRIST, COURTNEY!!”

Courtney laughed. “I told you not to scroll too far.”

“You haven’t learned your lesson with the nudes?”

Courtney rolled her eyes. “The lesson boosted my album sales.”

“Fair enough. Okay, so...damn…” Ben started reading their text messages. “You’re stone cold, sis!”

Courtney sighed, sliding onto the bed beside him, taking Kylie into her arms. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how much of a bitch was I?”

Ben read some of the messages aloud. “Bianca: Bunny, what time is your flight landing? You: 4:30. Bianca: Okay, I’m gonna try to get home early. I can’t wait to see you. Heart Eyes. You: No Answer. Her, an hour later: Day moving so slow. Her: This is torture. Xoxo. Two hours later: Did you land safely? Love you baby. You: Yup.” Ben looked up. “Cold as ICE.”

“Did you see Fame when she was here?” Courtney asked.

“Not really. I saw her briefly in the morning, when I got home.”

Courtney made a face. “What was she wearing?”

“Pasties and a thong. I dunno. Probably a dress. Who cares? Why are you so freaked out about their friendship?”

“Because! They used to be more than friends, and--and…”

“Didn’t Bianca fuck like, everyone in town? So what?”

Courtney’s shoulders sagged. “It’s not that. Fame runs to her every time she has an issue with her husband. And it’s like...their relationship is so…”

“...I’m listening...”

Turning on her side and cuddling Kylie against her chest, Courtney looked into Ben’s eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks as the turmoil she felt inside came bursting out. “Ben, everyone in Bianca’s life thinks I’m not good enough for her. Sometimes, /I/ don’t think I’m good enough for her. But Fame? You know what a dream couple they’d be? They’d be fashion royalty and I’d have nothing, and the thought of it just makes me sick, and I can’t even look at her. Do you know that she was trying to sleep with Bianca in SEPTEMBER? And sure, Bianca said no, that time, but Bianca is human and Fame is a gorgeous woman who happens to have a personal tragedy every time we’re apart for a few nights, and I can’t...how am I supposed to compete with her!”

“I love you, sis, but you sound like a paranoid psycho right now.”

Courtney wiped her eyes. “Yeah, well. Maybe because I am. So what?”

Ben laughed and reached over to give her a hug. “Touché. By the way, have you actually talked to Bianca about any of this?”

“I’ve tried. She’s not interested.”

“Try harder.”

Courtney leaned her head back against the pillows. “Yes, sir.”

***

Alaska held open the door for Kim and ushered her inside. Kim looked at her, delighted.

“Is this a barbeque joint?”

“Yeah, girl. The greasiest, grimiest, most delicious smokehouse in all of Waikiki.”

“Oh. My God. I fucking LOVE you!” Kim threw her arms around Alaska and squeezed her tightly. “I thought for sure you were taking me to some juice place.”

“No way. I mean, I eat healthy at work because everyone is so judgey there. And with the girls because both Jinkx and Adore would literally drink butter if I didn’t cook vegetables for them. But trust me, this place is worth every calorie. I used to come here like 8 times a week during college.”

Kim followed her to a booth, pulling out a stack of sketches and storyboards. “I really want to show you the updated concept art in a dignified way, but I’m way too distracted by the crispy onion rings on that guy’s steak over there.”

“That’s called the Heart Attack. It’s also got pork, 3 kinds of cheese, and 2 sauces. It was featured on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.”

“I LOVE TRIPLE D!”

Thirty minutes later, with the art spread all over the table, Alaska’s notes scrawled in a notebook, and barbecue sauce all over Kim’s face, Alaska leaned back. “Okay. I think we’re good. We’ll meet the director tonight, help the team finish prep work tomorrow, and then shoot on Wednesday.”

“Mmmph,” Kim agreed.

“You’re stunning, by the way. The picture of glamour.”

Kim raised her middle finger, stuffing another ginormous bite into her mouth.

***

“Baby!” Bianca’s voice rang out.

Courtney looked at Ben, taking a deep breath. “Here we go,” she said softly, and then called back, “In the bedroom!”

The door banged open and Bianca tossed her coat and briefcase onto a chair, slightly out of breath from running, kicking off her shoes. Her eyes smoldered at Courtney. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“So...do you still hate me?”

Courtney’s eyes softened slightly. “Of course I don’t hate you.”

Still gazing directly at her girlfriend, Bianca said, “Ben, get out.”

“Nice to see you too, B.”

“Fine, stay,” Bianca said, jumping onto the bed and pressing Courtney into the mattress, kissing her deeply, hands sliding under her shorts.

“Gross,” Ben said, moving away from them. “Come on, Kylie. Let’s let these lesbians do...whatever it is they do. Ugh.”

“Shut the door!” Bianca yelled after him, then turned back to Courtney, kissing her neck, sucking lightly along her jaw.

“B…” Courtney said, shifting, “We really need to talk...”

Bianca lifted her head, moving her hands up to cup Courtney’s breasts, rolling her hips. “You want me to stop?” She ran her thumbs over Courtney’s nipples.

Courtney whimpered as sparks raced through her body, arching up against Bianca, grinding against her, fingers digging into her shoulders. “How come you always play dirty?” she asked, panting.

“Because being dirty with you is my favorite thing,” Bianca replied, smirking, rubbing her nipples harder, brushing their lips together.

Courtney moaned and threw her head back, bucking her hips up and wrapping her legs tightly around Bianca’s waist. She could feel the tightness growing in her abdomen, and by the time Bianca’s mouth traveled down her body, warm hands pulling her shorts off, she was trembling, desperate for release. Bianca started to kiss her, lick her lightly. She threaded her hands into her girlfriend’s hair and yanked her head up.

Bianca gasped, both shocked and delighted by the suddenness of the hair pulling.

“No fucking around,” Courtney said, “No torture. Be nice.”

Bianca laughed, kissing her inner thigh teasingly. “Who, me?”

Courtney pulled on her hair again. “I’m serious!” she insisted, digging a heel into Bianca’s lower back.

“Yes, your majesty,” Bianca said, and began to hum against her.

Courtney closed her eyes, finally relaxing, giving herself over to the moment, wrapping both legs around Bianca’s shoulders with a deep sigh.

Bianca licked her, sucked on her, bit softly at her, felt her fall to pieces. When she was on the edge, moaning uncontrollably, Bianca pressed two fingers against her and crawled over her, trailing her lips against her warm, wet skin until she was hovering over her. “Courtney.”

Courtney writhed against her, letting out a petulant whine.

“Courtney...look at me.”

Courtney forced her eyes open, which were liquid with agony.

Bianca kissed her forehead. “Who loves you?”

“You’re a bitch!” Courtney panted.

Bianca laughed. “True...but you knew that already.” She nibbled on her earlobe, rubbed the pads of her fingers against her clit with an excruciatingly soft touch.

Gasping for air, Courtney dug her nails into Bianca’s back, whimpering, near tears. “Please B, please…”

“Do you know how much I love you?” Bianca whispered.

“Yes!” This was how Bianca always won. Because she ignored the point of the whole argument and just bulldozed her way through. Courtney wasn’t upset because she thought Bianca didn’t /love/ her. She was upset because, first of all, she just straight up didn’t like Bianca and Fame having slumber parties when she wasn’t around. But she was more upset because she knew that she didn’t have any right to tell Bianca not to spend time with one of her best friends, especially when she was going through a difficult personal trauma and Bianca was her source of comfort. She was upset with herself, for being insecure, and she was upset with Bianca for not allowing her to talk about it. For never wanting to acknowledge that something in their relationship wasn’t perfect. Courtney could handle feeling upset. What was worse was having her feelings be minimized by someone she loved. But of course none of this would matter, ultimately, because Bianca was doing what Bianca always did. Using sex as a weapon to put her in her place. And of course, it worked. She was putty in Bianca’s hands, as usual. “Yes, yes!”

“Do you love me?”

“Oh, god, yes!”

“Good.” Bianca kissed her firmly on the mouth, sliding a finger inside her, watching her eyes roll back. She slowly worked her way down Courtney’s body again, licking at her nipples, then pushing her thighs apart and sucking hard on her clit.

Courtney moaned and arched, hips thrusting against Bianca’s face, spasms rocking her whole body over and over. Her hands gripped the comforter, knuckles white, sweat dripping down her brow. “Oh, fuck, B, keep going,” she gasped, letting out another moan.

“Mmmm…” Bianca hummed, swirling her tongue, trailing her fingers up and down Courtney’s thighs.

Courtney swallowed hard, heartbeat finally slowing down, chest heaving. She threaded her hands back into Bianca’s hair, cradling her head. “Oh, god.” Her hips continued to roll slightly, riding out the aftershocks.

Bianca sucked on her again, squeezing her ass. “You taste so fucking good. What have you been eating?”

Courtney laughed, falling against the pillows, spent. “I was in LA. So like...mostly those roadside fruit stands...And coconut water...”

“Fuck.” Bianca rubbed her face against Courtney’s abdomen.

“I’m actually starving,” Courtney admitted, still breathing hard. “You wanna order some dinner?”

“No thanks, I just ate,” Bianca said sleepily.

Courtney laughed again and pulled on her hair. “You’re the worst, you know that?”

“Yep,” Bianca grinned up at her, dimples deep in her cheeks. “By the way, I have something for you. Open the top drawer of your nightstand.” Bianca danced her fingers over Courtney’s skin.

Courtney reached over and pulled out box wrapped in shiny pink paper. “Wow, you really felt guilty, huh?”

“Yeah. And so Fame said I should buy you jewelry.”

“Did she,” Courtney asked flatly. She slowed down her unwrapping process, a funny feeling creeping into her stomach at the mention of Fame.

“She also called me a homewrecking slut and said that you not trusting me was my karmic destiny.”

Courtney burst out laughing. “That’s probably the funniest thing she ever said,” she proclaimed, then added, “Sorry.” Inside the box was a rose-gold butterfly necklace covered in rainbow Swarovski crystals. Courtney lifted it out, trying to suppress her smile.

“Do you like it?” Bianca stroked her thighs, gazing up at her.

“It’s a sparkly rainbow butterfly. What’s not to like?”

“Well...believe it or not...there are people in the world who wouldn't necessarily want a sparkly rainbow butterfly.”

Courtney ran her fingers through Bianca’s hair. “That’s really sad. Those people probably kick puppies for fun and hate sunshine.”

“Probably...” Bianca lowered her face and began to kiss her again, watching through her lashes as Courtney bit her lip, squirming.

“B...seriously, we do need to talk…”

“Talk about what, baby? What’s more important than how much we love each other?” Bianca whispered against her, hands smoothly parting her thighs.

Courtney closed her eyes. “Nothing,” she sighed. “Nothing’s more important than that.”

***

“Laila! I can’t find my leather pants!” Pearl was digging through her closet, annoyance itching at the back of her mind, her and Laila's wardrobe smashed together, all of Laila’s thing overflowing the already stuffed closet. Pearl waited for a beat, before she realised that Laila wasn't’ actually home, the other woman visiting the friends that had taken care of Turbo while they were in Europe. Pearl cursed and kicked the closet.

“Fuck!”

Pearl grabbed her foot, her toes aching and she threw herself down on the bed, a desperate meow coming from the bed since she had fallen on Turbo, Turbo speeding off, the cat hating Pearl even more than it already did. Pearl sighed, angry tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. Fame had been horrible since her meeting with Patrick, and the blonde wouldn’t share the details at all, Fame making outrageous demands and expecting a level of perfection and tidiness she /knew/ Pearl couldn’t provide.

Pearl loved her job, she liked writing, and it was okay being a boss, like, most of the time, but sometimes she wish she was just free. Free to go on all night benders, free to do whatever she wanted. Pearl sighed and turned over, Laila’s computer on the bed and Pearl smiled, the stickers she had put on it years ago still there. Pearl had suggested a new one for Laila, had even said she’d paid, but Laila had said no. If only she could didn’t have any obligations, if she could stay home all day and do whatever she wanted. Pearl smiled slightly, imaging to herself what it would be like if she was Laila’s stay at home wife.

***

Nina marched into Bianca’s office and slammed the door behind her. “I cannot believe you!”

“Uh…” Bianca gestured to the phone in her hands, pressing the mute button. “Excuse me...what the fuck?”

Nina crossed her arms. “I’ll wait,” she said snidely, sitting down onto the sofa.

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Suit yourself.” She unmuted the phone. “Yes, yes, that all sounds FABULOUS, darling! We’ll have to get a group together the next time we’re in Italy...well, I’m hoping in the Spring, but if not then maybe next Fall, after fashion week. It’s been so long since I had a real vacation there…” she laughed. “Of course, of course…”

Nina glowered, tapping her foot.

“Well yes, we absolutely adore this new campaign. It’s just outstanding...I might have to steal your models, though…” Bianca laughed again. “No, not like that, you cad, I’m off the market now. Come on...Yes, really...Yeah, even for Luisa...Tell her I’m flattered, though… Right!…Yes...” Bianca looked over at Nina, making a hand gesture indicating that the other party wouldn’t stop talking. “Yes, wonderful...Alright...I’ll have Joslyn set that up...Thank you so much...Okay...Ciao!” She hung up and turned to Nina, who was glaring at her venomously. “I’m sorry, did you want me to tell the Fendi rep to shut the fuck up because you decided to have an unscheduled hissyfit?”

“We talked about this Violet Chachki Galactica spread last week and now Dan tells me you’re moving forward full steam ahead?! Are you KIDDING me?!” Nina exploded.

Bianca took a calm sip of her coffee. “I heard your concerns. I overruled you.”

“I am SICK AND TIRED of all this nepotism!”

“Can you please chill out? She’s a very talented designer. You LIKED the clothes she designed for the last two fashion weeks. So why are you giving yourself an ulcer over it?”

“BECAUSE! There are lot. A fucking LOT of young, talented designers out there! We know this! I meet hundred of talented designers every year. And do they get meetings here? No, they do not. But because some woman you used to fuck wants her little protegée to get a feature, BAM--”

“You are totally out of line, Garcia--”

“Maybe so, but am I wrong?! Look at the number of political hires here! I didn’t even choose my damn assistant!”

“You love Shannel.”

“Yes! I do! But she got that job before she walked in the door, because of who her father is and who her godmother is, and how the hell can you, as a fellow woman of color--”

“Oh, here we go…” Bianca rolled her eyes.

“--continue to let that happen!? DON’T ROLL YOUR EYES, BIANCA! How are young people like you and I going to get a shot if you keep hiring white kid after white kid because of family connections, without even interviewing other candidates?”

“Bitch, you went to boarding school. Your daddy is just as rich as Shannel’s. Don’t try my fucking patience.” Bianca went back the her computer, suddenly bored with the whole conversation.

“Bianca, I suggest you take this seriously. Diversity makes an organization stronger. You’re crippling the creativity of this place by refusing to accept that our homogeneity is a problem.”

“We’re done now. You can go.”

Nina rose from the couch, fuming, and walked to the door, shaking her head.

Bianca picked up the phone. “Joslyn...call Violet, and tell her that I want her to come in tomorrow at 4 with everything she’s finished so far. I’d like to move up the date of the Galactica photoshoot and I need to see what we’re working with.”

“Got it!” Joslyn chirped.

***

Betty hated going into the warehouse, the place giving her the creeps, and even though Shane insisted that it wasn’t haunted, Betty wasn’t sure she agreed. No one made as many lives miserable as Raja and Fame did without causing at least one poor soul to the brink of madness. Betty turned around a corner, the light dim in this part of Galactica’s gigant layer of fabrics, buttons, laces and sewing supplies, when she heard a faint cry. Betty stopped walking. She wasn’t superstitious, not really, but in that moment she swore on her grave that if anything happened to her, she would haunt Shane until the day he died.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?”

The sounds stopped, and as Betty turned the corner, she saw… Violet? sitting on a large pile of cotton-wool.

“... Violet?”

Violet looked up, her face red, her mascara running, her lipstick smudged, her neck filled with red marks, her necklace in her hand and it looked like she had torn it off, her nails cutting into her skin.

“Chacki, are yo- Violet…. Are you okay?” Betty sat down, the other woman making herself even smaller as she pulled her legs closer, Betty not reaching out to touch since she didn’t want to do… She didn’t even really know, but she had never seen Violet like this before.

“I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?”

“They want to see the collection. They want to see the collection tomorrow and I’m not ready, I’ve got nothing!” “Hey, hey, Violet, calm down.” Betty grabbed her friend, giving hell to the thoughts she had had only moments before, Violet’s slender shoulders feeling so fragile and breakable in Betty’s hands as she held her. “You have plenty, I’ve seen your stuff, I’ve seen your wor-”

“It’s not done.” “Violet. They don’t expect you to be don-”

“What if I fail?”

Betty furrowed her brows. She had never seen Violet this freaked out before, her friend covered in sweat, and Betty suddenly realised why it all looked so familiar to her. This was what Shane looked like whenever he had a panic attack. What was she suppose to do? Violet was breathing heavily, like she was going into another burst of hyperventilation, and Betty felt herself panic as well. If this had been Shane she would have slapped him, plain and simple, but this wasn’t her boy- husband, this was Violet who was still a mystery to her, so Betty did the only thing she could think of, which was hug Violet tight. Violet held her breath, the woman stiff and Betty was just about to panic and figure out if she could somehow call Sutan without moving, when Violet relaxed against her, her arms going around Betty as she clung to her, Violet’s breath finally returning to normal as the two sat together.

***

“Okay, mum, that’s a great idea, I’ll tell her…” Ben said into his phone, walking into the bedroom, where Courtney was sitting on the bed, earbuds in, Kylie in her lap, working on some lyrics, humming to herself. She didn’t notice him until he was practically in her face and then she jumped about a foot, startled.

“JESUS!”

“Nope. Just me. Mum and I think that this whole ‘I’m not good enough for Bianca del Rio’ emo nonsense is a bunch of bullshit. Right mum?”

Annette, via FaceTime, waved to Courtney. “Hello darling! I didn’t put it exactly like that, but we do think that you need a boost of self esteem and that--”

“You need the self-pity slapped right out of you!” Ben exclaimed, giving his sister a hearty slap on the cheek.

Courtney shrieked, grabbing her cheek. “BEN! MUM DID YOU TELL HIM TO DO THAT?!”

“BENJAMIN LUCAS WHAT IN HEAVEN’S NAME!” Annette cried. “No, I most certainly did NOT!”

“How is you hitting me supposed to improve my self-esteem?” Courtney asked, still holding her face.

“Ummm...I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” Ben said. “But I feel much better. Okay, bye mum, talk to you later!” he made some kissy noises and hung up the phone. “And Courtney...stop being such a whiny little bitch and embrace how awesome you are. I mean shit, you’re related to me, and I’m everything.” Ben sashayed from the room, calling, “Goodnight, don’t wait up!”

Courtney watched him, shaking her head. She looked down at Kylie, scratching him between the ears. “Your uncle is crazy.”

#galactica #au aag verse #rpdr fanfiction #my fics

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carry-on-my-pretty-weeper · 8 years ago

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Saving Grace

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character: Reader and Steve

Relationships: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1221

Warnings: Yelling, swearing, birth, and mentions of bullet wounds

Author’s Note: Frickin-bats asked

-Hi! I saw you were taking request and I was wondering if you could please write one where Steve and a heavily pregnant reader are both avengers and one day Steve gets seriously hurt on a mission and the stress causes the reader to go into labor so the team is there for her? Lot of fluff/angst and maybe a happy ending? Thanks soooo much! 😊

“Ouch,” you muttered to yourself.

“What? What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Is it coMING! DO I NEED TO CALL DOCTOR CHO?!” Bucky asked freaking out.

“No Buck I’m good! It was just a kick,” you said chuckling. He looked immediately relieved like you could’ve given birth right there and then on the path. Then he looked a little upset. “Hey,” he said squatting down to be level with your belly, “you treat your mom good okay?”

“Bucky, babies kick. It happens from time to time. It’s a normal thing,” you say trying not to giggle. You two start walking back into the tower. Steve has been on a mission with Tony Clint, and Sam. That left Bucky and the girls to take care of you. Of course there was Bruce but he was scared of hurting you normally now being pregnant he won’t even stand close to you. Once you entered the tower you knew there was something wrong. Wanda and Nat were rushing around the room and as soon as they saw you they stopped and tried to act casual. “Hey y/n welcome home,” Nat said weirdly.

“Um hey,” you responded, “is something wrong? You guys are acting really strange.”

“No, no, no nothing’s wrong everything’s okay,” Wanda said unconvincingly.

“Uh-huh,” you said looking around, “okay guys I know you’re lying so what is it?” They looked at each other before the phone rang you went to pick it up and answer it but as soon as you do they both yelled at you not to answer. “Okay Nat so it got worse we can’t find a hospital in this god forsaken place and so we have to tend to Steve ourselves,” you heard Tony’s voice say.

“What?! Steve is hurt? What happened? How bad is it?” you were frantic your Stevie was hurt.

“Y/N? Oh no, you weren’t suppose to know. Shit,” Tony said.

“Well I do so tell me what’s wrong, NOW!” you said forcefully.

“Okay don’t freak out but Steve got shot, twice,” Tony said hesitantly you were taking short quick breaths and you felt like you were going to pass out, “he’s-he’s bleeding pretty good and we can’t find a hospital so me Sam and Clint got to fish out the bullet ourselves.” Wanda, Nat, and Bucky rushed to your side when you doubled over. You felt something, did you pee yourself? It has been happening a bit. No it was too much to be pee then it hit you. That was your water, your water just broke. You were going into labor. “My-my water. It just broke,” you stuttered out.

“What? Right now?” Bucky asked.

“Yes right now,” you started, “go get Doctor Cho,” you told Bucky before you winced from the contractions. He sped off in the direction of the infirmary. Wanda picked up the phone that you dropped said told Tony what was going on. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but he sounded panicked and you couldn’t tell if it was from your pregnancy or from something happening with Steve. “Is Steve okay?” you asked Wanda. “Really? You are going into labor and your thinking about Steve,” Nat asked.

“My husband has been shot twice, which you two didn’t want to tell me, and I don’t know what is happening and if he is going to be okay and you question if I’m thinking about him. Of course I am!” you said grimacing a bit another contraction started. Doctor Cho was all but shoved into the room by Bucky. “What’s wrong?” she asked confused.

“Bucky didn’t you explain to Doctor Cho what we needed before she got here?” Wanda asked him.

“No, I was just told to go get her. Now she’s here,” he responded sounding very stressed out. He was more stressed than you were and you were the one having the baby.

“Y/n’s going into labor,” Nat explained. Doctor Cho’s eyebrows furrowed before she spoke, “Labor? She isn’t due for two more weeks.”

“Well Steve’s been shot so when y/n found out it put her under lots of stress which we think why she is going into labor early,” Natasha said.

“Well we got to get her to the infirmary, follow me y/n,” Doctor Cho said turning to you. You grabbed her hand as she led you. You kept crying out in pain because of the contractions. Once they got you on the bed the baby was well on it’s way. Nat, Wanda, and Bucky were all there for you. Bucky let you hold his hand to squeeze. Nat and Wanda stood by you much to the doctors dismay. “Fuck!” you said as another contraction started. “Fuck! Fuck! Shit! MotHER-”

“Y/n I’ve never hear you cuss so much,” Bucky said astonished.

“Well when you are birthing a fucking human being I think that gives you the fucking right to say whatever shit you want to!” you said cringing. “Aughh!” you screamed out.

“I see the head!” you hear a doctor say. Thank god! You didn’t know how much more you could take. You had endured torture on multiple occasions and nothing could compare to this. “FUCK!”

“The shoulders are almost out,” another doctor said. You looked to your left and could see Bucky wincing to be fair you were holding his hand extremely tight. You tried to loosen your grip but then another contraction initiated. You squeezed even harder if that was possible and the baby was out! You heard her cries and your eyes filled with tears of joy. “She’s a beautiful, healthy baby girl,” Doctor Cho told you. After the cutting the umbilical cord and wiping her off they handed her to you.Admiring her you saw she had your y/c eyes and Steve’s blonde hair. Then looking up at Wanda and Nat “Would you two want to be her godmothers?” you asked. They looked at each other with excitement and nodded vigorously. Then turning to Bucky, seeing his wide eyes you asked “Bucky would you like to be her godfather?” He looked from her to you and slowly nodded his head with a scared smile. It was decided, one of the doctor’s came back asked you what you would be naming her. “Grace…Grace Peggy Rogers,” you stated. You knew that Steve would love her. Right then the doors burst open and standing there was Steve. He looked pretty banged up and he was out of breath. He looked over to you with wide eyes as he took in the little girl before him. Nat signaled to the others to leave. They all left as Steve walked forward to the edge of the hospital bed and stared in complete awe. “Steve you’re here,” you tiredly exclaim.

“Of course I am I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said as he leaned down and kissed you on your forehead. Slowly and carefully did the same to your daughter.

“What’s her name?” he asked gazing down at her.

“Grace Peggy Rogers,” you said. Once he heard the name Peggy he glanced up to you. He kissed you again but this time on the lips. When you separated you asked “Do you want to hold her?” He nodded reached down and held her in his arms. “Our little saving Grace.”

#steve #steve rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america #captain america x reader #captain americaxreader #captain america imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #james barnes #bucky barnes #tony stark #bruce banner #sam wilson

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megamanxfanfics · 7 years ago

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S.IV - Ep. 8: Let Sleeping Dogs Die

Written by Metal Man X

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Common Room - DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: November 17th, 9:30 AM - NOW

-BOOM-

The Repliforce Marine Base explodes on screen as we zoom out into the room.

REPORTER: (o.s, filtered) …and here we are, witnessing this horrific scene from just moments ago…

The report turns to background noise as we pan out to see teams of Maverick Hunters buzzing about in the Common Room.

FRENZY FOXKIT: Whoooaaa!

FREEZE ALOPEX: Daaaaamn.

RHO: I can’t believe it.

JENNA: (smirking) I can…

The Common Area is a lot more crowded than usual with all of the computer networks down. It practically seems as if nearly every Maverick Hunter is on break.

The Shinobi Hunters attentively watch the footage as everyone mills around them.

BAHENA: Wow, he really did it…

TAU: Damn right, he did. And we'd have been there too, if our damn teleporters were working!

BAHENA: Hmph…

VENZO: We gotta get over there!!

DAISKE: (nervous) You guys really wanna go there?? I m-mean.. Zero must've finished the job. …right?

Tau gives him a stern look.

TAU: And now he's stuck there…

VENZO: There could be others on the way. We have to go grab him.

BAHENA: Hah! Good luck with that one. He made his bed.. As far as I'm concerned, he can go sleep in it.

Tau, Venzo and even Daiske give her a surprised look.

[Insert Title Card – Let Sleeping Dogs Die]

- Cut To –

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORT – Hiding Place – DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zero eagerly grins as he raises his saber and dashes over to Jet Stingray.

ZERO: Lets GO!!

JET STINGRAY: Chyeeeah!!!

Jet Stingray turbine dashes right into a tackle underwater, causing Zero to sink within the ground sand.

ZERO: Agh!

He swings in protest, catching Jet Stingray at his ankle.

JET STINGRAY: Ah.

He flies up immediately and hovers above the surface as Zero rises from the sand.

- Cut to –

TAU: What the F-

STONE ROOK: Hey!

BAHENA: Excuse me?

TAU: That’s our Leader out there, and-

BAHENA: (interjecting, overlapping) -and what he's doing is wrong!!

TAU: Blowing up Sydney was wrong!! What he's doing is correcting a mistake!

BAHENA: Well two Wrongs don’t make a Right!!

REN: Heyy!

TAU: -We have to support him!!

BAHENA: No!!

TAU: No matter what!!!

BAHENA: NO!!! I won’t.

REN: GUYS!!!!

BAHENA & TAU: WHAT!!!???

- Cut to -

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORT – Gateway – DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

TAKUMA: Gaaaaar/agh! /Hagh!! /Yagh!!! /Auff.

Takuma swings his hammer ///three times at a seemingly endless wave of Poseidon clones that continuously attack him from all sides. After knocking some down from /ahead, /left and /right a swarm /knocks him down from the back.

TAKUMA: Oh man… This is getting tough!

- Pan to –

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORT – Hiding Place – DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jet Stingray shoots ground hunters at Zero from above the water. He slices them all apart easily and waves him over with a taunt.

ZERO: Come on, Stingray. Is that the best you can do?

- Cut to -

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Common Room – DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bahena and Tau look at Ren, belligerently.

REN: …I have a plane! Whoever wants to go, I can just.. Take you there.

VENZO: Thank God.

BAHENA: Nope, not going.

DAISKE: Me neither.

REN: I don’t care. One of your own is out there and you’re not even willing to help him.

TAU: (correcting) Two, in fact.

REN: That, to me is just really sad…

BAHENA: Ya know what happened the last time Hunters blindly followed their Leader into a War? They became known as full-on Mavericks. You want to know that Leader's name?? It was Sigma!

They all look stunned at the idea.

BAHENA: So no, I won’t be going… And you should all consider the bigger picture too…

TAU: Well here’s the current picture. Zero and Takuma are out there with no coms and presumably no way home. So yeah… You'd better believe that I'm going out to pick them up.

STONE ROOK: Then what're we waiting for? Lets go get 'em!

- Cut to -

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORT – Hiding Place – DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

JET STINGRAY: (muttering) Heheheh.. Is that the best I can do…?

Jet Stingray lowers himself to the water and sets a buster into his hand.

ZERO: Hm?

Suddenly, a whirlwind pulls him into Jet Stingray, like a vacuum.

ZERO: Who-oa.

JET STINGRAY: Hahahahha. /AH!

He /punches Zero hard in the chest.

ZERO: Awgh.. /Hughh. /Nyaah…

He /fires two ground hunters at close range and /kicks Zero across the wounded chest.

JET STINGRAY: Hahahaha! I dunno. You tell me..

- Cut to –

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. REPLIFORCE HQ - Colonel's Office - DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Iris walks into Colonel's office and closes the door.

IRIS: You wanted to see me?

COLONEL: Yes. Please, have a seat.

She sits in the chair in front of his desk with a bit of a mug on her face.

COLONEL: So how long has this been going on?

IRIS: …What?

COLONEL: Don’t play DUMB with me, Sister. YOU AND ZERO!! How long has it been going on!??

IRIS: ..Nothing's going on.

COLONEL: DON'T LIE TO ME!! I know how you feel about him!!

She frowns and looks away.

IRIS: N-not.. Long…

COLONEL: Hmph… …Long enough I think. Enough for you to Help the Enemy get into our Marine Base and take us from the inside!!! What the Hell is wrong with you? Did you think I wouldn’t notice!!!?

IRIS: What Stingray did was wrong…

COLONEL: THAT’S not your call to make. It was bad enough that you were fraternizing with the Enemy. Now you’re helping them!!

IRIS: They’re not the Enemy. They’re our Friends! You used to know that…

COLONEL: Not any more they’re not! Especially now! …What am I supposed to tell General, huh?? …I could lose you over this.

They both share a look of fear.

- Cut To –

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORT – Hiding Place – DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zero sets his broken buster and unleashes Raijengeki on him.

ZERO: (groaning) Hhagh!

Jet Stingray stands defiantly with his hands at his hips as the attack has no effect on him. The attack is simply deflected off of his armor with a pathetic series of *pings*.

Zero grimaces and narrows his eyes as he pulls his saber back. His eyes glow light pink for a second as he tries something different. He dashes over to Jet Stingray and his saber glows pink, in a move reminiscent to that of Slash Beast. He instinctively slashes Jet Stingray in the gut mid-dash.

JET STINGRAY: Guuuaaaaaahhhhh.

Highly, effected Jet Stingray spurts out blood from the wounded gash in his stomach.

Zero stands right before him with a dark grin and cuts him with a 3-hit combo that he has become more skilled at. Down, across and then a much stronger slash down.

JET STINGRAY: (hurt) Aughh..ught.

Zero grins.

ZERO: Finally…

- Cut to –

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. REPLIFORCE HQ - Colonel's Office – DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Iris looks around the room as she mulls over some ideas.

IRIS: Tell him… Tell him.. He made me. That I had no other choice…!

Colonel's eyes become wide.

COLONEL: Now you’re lying? You are Astounding, Sister! You’re in so deep that you have no idea what to do.

IRIS: No, I don’t… I just want this all to end… Please help, brother.

COLONEL: I won’t.

IRIS: Please! I Love him.

COLONEL: Don’t say that!!

I do! I do!! Please don’t let this go on any more. Don’t let any one else get hurt because he's Not going to stop and you know that.

She starts to become misty eyed.

COLONEL: Well neither will I…

IRIS: Pleeeease…

She sniffles and lets out some pure tears as she mopes with a pitiable frown.

Colonel's heart melts at the sight of her.

COLONEL: (Softer) Do you know why we're not giving up, Sister? …Its because in our hearts, we know this is the right thing to do.

IRIS: (annoyed) What is!?

COLONEL: Gaining our own Independence. To disassociate ourselves with those Murderous Maverick Hunters, and the word 'Maverick' altogether. For we are the Repliforce. We have to prove that we're better!

Iris' eyes widen, astonished as she comes to a light epiphany

IRIS: Then lets be, better…!

COLONEL: I want to help build us a Utopia. Where only Reploids can exist in peace and harmony.

IRIS: We can all work towards this together. Just meet with him, pleeease. Just talk… And then we can figure all this out.

COLONEL: Hmph… There’s nothing I can do to stop you, is there..? You’re still going to hang around Zero.

IRIS: (stubborn, laughing) Ah-ha.. Yep.

She wipes away a tear as she lightly smiles.

COLONEL: You’re my sister. I won’t condemn you… But the Repliforce won’t stand for treason either… So here’s what we're going to do.

Her face brightens.

COLONEL: Get him on your com-link and we can have a conference call with him right now.

IRIS: Well that’s the thing. I kinda can't...

He cricks his neck, annoyed.

COLONEL: I know you feel strongly about this mission, but now is Not The Time to PROTECT H-

IRIS: Damn it, Cal! That isn’t it.

He widens his eyes, stunned by her anger.

- Cut To –

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORT – Gateway - DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Takuma deals with the swarm of Poseidons outside, but they keep coming. Panting and sweating, he continues to swing his hammer.

TAKUMA: AAAAAAGH! Haaaah!! Come Onnn.

He bashes another wave of Poseidon Clones as he looks out at the clearing of the sea at the end of the rigging.

A group of Hornet Riders have just arrived.

HORNET 1: Heheheh.. Well, well boys. Looks like it's pay back time.

HORNET(S): Yeah, yeah!

TAKUMA: Ohh nno…

He grips his T-Breaker tightly and holds the long handle of his hammer up to his face.

IRIS: (o.s, v.o) Their teleporters aren't working right now... They can't even com-link to each other!

-pan to-

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORT – Hiding Place – DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Beyond the gate, Zero and Jet Stingray remain engaged in their struggle.

COLONEL: (o.s, v.o) Hmph! So that’s why you’re here… You really did bring them in…

Jet Stingray grows irate as he launches himself out of the water again in a fury.

JET STINGRAY: Chyeeeaah!!!

Zero dashes back and carefully watches his opponent's movements.

Jet Stingray dives after Zero, who narrowly dodges with a dash and cuts him at the left leg.

JET STINGRAY: Aughh.

He rises above the water from the other side, favoring his bloody leg.

IRIS: (o.s, v.o) I'm sorry brother… I just want to end this. And Stingray needs to pay for his crimes.

Jet Stingray shoots out more blue and red ground hunters from his buster. The blue ones crawl down to the surface and travel to his feet, while the red ones attack from directly above his head.

COLONEL: (o.s, v.o) AGAIN! That was NOT the way to do it, and it was NOT your call!!!

Zero slices all of them and protects himself.

While he is distracted, Jet Stingray dives right into him and bashes him against the wall.

JET STINGRAY: Aaaagh!

ZERO: Kaaugh. AAAAAGH!!!!

He tilts his saber upside down, and stabs him in the back from both hands.

JET STINGRAY: (bleeding) KRRAAAAAGH!!!!

- Cut to –

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. REPLIFORCE HQ - Colonel's Office - DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

COLONEL: Aaaargh! I am so Aggravated by you, right now.

IRIS: (cowering, scared) I'm sorry, Brother!!

He takes a moment to collect himself as he continues to look at her with a gruff face.

COLONEL: …You are going to head back to Maverick Hunter Headquarters and deliver a message for me when he arrives. Is that clear?

IRIS: …If he arrives you mean…

She frowns.

He smiles.

COLONEL: You put yourself in this position, Sister. Not me.

IRIS: I wouldn’t have to, if you would just cooperate!

COLONEL: I AM Cooperating. But I can’t call off Stingray or tell any of his troops to cease their defense. YOU initiated this Attack, Sister. The Hunters will simply have to retreat and regroup. Then we can attempt a proper negotiation later.

IRIS: (annoyed) Mhm… And how am I supposed to get back to their Headquarters?

COLONEL: Well... If their communication satellites are indeed down until further notice, like you said they were… I suppose you are just going to have to wait until they’re back up.

He falsely smiles at her.

IRIS: …You won’t have the Air Force escort me?

COLONEL: (Bellowing) HAAHAHAHAHAH! Get out of my Office, Sis. I'll send you Zero’s message later.

IRIS: Hmph!!

She angrily looks at her brother, disappointed as she abruptly gets up. She walks out of the room and slams the door behind her.

- Cut to -

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORT – Hiding Place - DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hunched over in pain, Jet Stingray glares at Zero, dead in the face as he turns around and faces his enemy.

ZERO: That's it. You're finished, dude...

They narrow their eyes.

JET STINGRAY: …Not yet…

He punches Zero right in the /gut, winding him.

ZERO: /Poouuugh. /Yaaaaagh!!!

He cups his hands around the back of his neck and /knees him in the head.

Jet Stingray punches Zero, but he catches it. Zero retaliates with a /slash to the gut and /another to the arm.

JET STINGRAY: /Eeyagh! /Ooohh..

Jet Stingray turns around and swiftly walks away, bleeding out underneath the water, making small crimson clouds from his open wounds.

Zero runs after him and capitalizes, while Stingray is turned around. He slashes him across the back twice in an X formation.

Then he dashes and performs his new move, as his Saber glows into a powerfully vibrant pink slash that cuts into Jet Stingray’s back.

JET STINGRAY: Grrraaaawwwwwuuughghhhh…

Jet Stingray's circuits overload as his armor cracks. Finally, his core combusts underwater into a fantastic, contained explosion.

The fire from within the water, immediately cools and turns to bubbles.

When the fried, shattered pieces of Jet Stingray float before Zero, he spots a weapon chip labeled, ‘Ground Hunter’ and grabs it. Then he hears his partner screaming from outside.

TAKUMA: (o.s) AAAAAAAAGH!!!!

Instinctively, Zero's eyes flash light blue as he remembers how to perform an Air-dash. This was a skill formerly acquired by an Erasure, but now Zero feels confident that his own body has actually learned how to properly execute this skill.

Zero lets out a light laugh, as he air-dashes over to the gate.

ZERO: Hh-yeeeeah!!

He kick- jumps up the rigging toward the gate.

ZERO: Now I see why Stingray said that so much. Flying this fast is fun!!!

He jumps back through the gate.

-pan to-

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORTS – Gang Fight – DAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Takuma has fallen to the ground as a gang of Poseidon Clones and Hornet Riders continue to pummel him.

ZERO: Nnnoooo!

He air-dashes over to his jonin and carves his way into the swarm.

ZERO: HURRICANE FANG!!!

He names his new move, learned from Slash Beast as his pink wave of the saber disintegrates six of the enemies. He stands by Takuma, fearlessly ready to protect his fellow Warrior.

ZERO: /C'mon, /c,mon!

He slashes and slices away at the oncoming reploids.

TAKUMA: (pained) ggh.. Sensei… You’re here!

Zero kicks a Posiedon away and slashes a Hornet Rider across the face. Then he puts out a hand.

ZERO: Get up Takuma. We're not done yet.

- Cut to –

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

EXT. MAVERICK HUNTER JET – DAY

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: 10:00 AM

Ren's jet flies across the Ocean at mach speeds, carrying Tau and Venzo. Stone Rook, Rayven and Burn Bishop are not far behind them, nor are they as fast.

REN: (filtered) Just about there guys. We're due in about a half hour, now.

TAU: (filtered) Alriight.

VENZO: (filtered) Oh man! Talk about cutting it close.

- Cut to –

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

EXT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Heliport Rooftop Landing – DAY

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: 23 minutes later

The Legion Jet gently lands on the rooftop Helipad. The cockpit opens up as a ladder, rail juts out from the side, by the wing.

ZARRICK: We made great time. Lets go, gang!

He hops out of the cockpit, ignoring the ladder completely. Skid and Gear-Rig take the ladder down carefully, while X takes it down swiftly with urgency on his mind.

He sets up his X-Buster, just in case with concern on his face.

X: Be careful guys.. I don’t know what’s waiting for us in there.

ZARRICK: Lets find out. I've got your back.

They carefully walk into Central Command from the Rooftop entrance with their guard up.

-pan to-

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Central Command Hallways – DAY -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dispatchers and Office workers are running around working twice as hard it seems. One of them stops and nearly trips upon the sight of X.

OFFICE WORKER 1: (gasping) Ohh thank Goodness you’re here!!! Captain's been looking everywhere for you.

X: What’s going on??

They continue to stroll through the halls.

OFFICE WORKER 1: Nothing is working!

OFFICE WORKER 2: We've been hacked!!

He drops his guard and retracts his Buster into his hand.

X: Damn it! I was afraid something like this would happen while I was out. Has anybody been monitoring the Mother Computer??

OFFICE WORKER 1: All of our techs have been looking at it non-stop. They can’t figure it out!

X: Damn… There’s no time. I have to get in there.

WORKER 2: Hm??

X: Don’t worry about it. Just tell Captain that I'm back, and I'm on it!!

WORKER 2: Right!

X runs out of the corridor towards an elevator. Zarrick, Skid and Gear-Rig follow him.

-pan to-

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Corridors - DAY -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The elevator doors open on the main floor as the whole group run over to Dr. Cain's old lab.

ZARRICK: Man.. Never thought I'd roam these halls with you again.

X: (focused) Yeah. Its good to see you again.

ZARRICK: Sorry we weren’t around for Doppler's Attack after all…

X: Its okay. You went through a lot. We all did…

They reach the lab as X forgives him.

-pan to-

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – R & D Lab - DAY -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The moment X enters the room with Team Legion, Lucas and David stir at the sight of him.

LUCAS: Huh?

DAVID: Hey! It's X!!

The Hunter Techs all stop working and take a breath of relief.

The Elite Hunters turn around, surprised and excited to see their Leader.

ALECTO: Yes!!

XANTHE: Finally!

CASTOR: I knew he’d make it!!!

Double and the rest of the Elite Hunters run over to him.

DOUBLE: My Liege! My liege!! You’re back.

AESON: What happened, sir??

X slightly laughs.

X: I… Heheh.. Got stuck in traffic.. Zarrick had to give me a lift home.

Zarrick nods silently with a slight smirk on his face.

POLLUX: Where were you?

X: On Fiji taking care of a pesky Maverick, and now it looks like I have to take care of another one.

Double runs over to him and grovels on his knees.

DOUBLE: I'm so sorry, sir. One minute you and I were joking and laughing on the coms and the next- I don't know what happened!!

X: (annoyed, ready) Cyber Peacock happened. That's what. And now I've gotta go get him.

Double gasps.

From further towards the Mother Computer, Lucas /claps his hands once.

LUCAS: /Okay! That, I know how to do. David, help me set up X's Pod.

DAVID: Oh wow. This is just like Anomaly Day.

LUCAS: Exactly like Anomaly Day.

The two prepare X's Host Pod with the appropriate wires and connectors.

LUCAS: Or as X would call it… his Cyber Mission.

DAVID: Aw man.. Now I miss Middy…

They continue to set up his Host Pod in an attempt to connect it to Cyber Space.

LUCAS: Geez. That guy was a Super Genius. We could've used someone like that to monitor X, so we don’t lose him in Cyber Space.

From the back of the room Gear-Rig clears his throat. He slowly walks towards them.

GEAR-RIG: Ahem.. Uh, Hi Gentlemen. I know it’s been a while.. But if you need an advanced processing Navigator for this mission, I think I'm your guy.

David and Lucas instantly recognize Gear-Rig.

LUCAS: Whooa, Heeey. I remember you. You were that guy who helped is reroute Doppler's Satellite laser.

DAVID: Yeah!!! Genius move, man! That was brilliant.

X: Guys.

X begins to look impatient as he waits for the Hunter Techs to finish setting up his pod.

LUCAS: Oh. Sorry, X. We're all done.

X: Jeeeez.

He runs over to the pod with wide eyes and sort of an annoyed smile.

Lucas smiles sheepishly as David mans the Mother Computer. David hacks inside the screen's programming as everyone witnesses the data constantly changing.

Gear-Rig watches wide-eyed and astounded.

GEAR-RIG: My word!

X and the rest watch the Computer Data as they learn about the situation.

DAVID: We were able to get this far, before our window closes us out. But with X here, now we can zap him in there and it won’t matter how many times this Peacock closes the window.

GEAR-RIG: I see. How fortuitous!! So with a Genius-Level programmer like me, you'll be able to continuously hack into the Server, thus keeping the window open and X, safe from getting.. Lost in Cyber Space as it were.

Lucas makes wide eyes.

LUCAS: …Yes…

DAVID: ..I'm sorry, did you just say Server?

GEAR-RIG: Oh yeah! I can tell just by looking at that code that he's already eaten up your entire Mainframe and turned it into his own Server!!

X: WHAT!!?

GEAR-RIG: Its not as bad as it sounds. We just have to-

X: I've gotta get in there guys. Now!! This is the one who's been interrupting our coms and teleporters, right?

LUCAS: At the very least…

DAVID: He's also probably stolen a lot of data at this point…

X: Damn him!

X gets into his Host Pod without a further moment's hesitation. Lucas quickly closes the pod and sets up the final connection.

LUCAS: Don’t worry… We'll get this. Just like last time… Just close your eyes, and keep them shut. When we tell you to open them, you'll be in the Data World again.

GEAR-RIG: His new Server.. As it were…

X: Hmph. Alright… Here goes nothing.

X closes his eyes.

- Cut To –

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

EXT. OCEAN PORT – Gang Fight – DAY

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: 10:37 AM

A wounded Zero and Takuma stand back to back with their weapons out.

Bleeding across his forehead, down both sides of the nose, while his sweat stings his eyes, Zero attempts to shake it off as he watches a few more Hornet Riders dock at the port.

ZERO: Screw this man. We've gotta get out of here…

TAKUMA: I know! /Hey!! Wait!!

Suddenly a Maverick Hunter Jet flies overhead and fires at the soldiers around them before landing.

ZERO: (smiling, relieved) Hahah! There we go!!

The cockpit opens. Tau and Venzo jump out.

TAU: Sensei, are you okay!?

ZERO: (smiling) Heh. I will be…

-cut to-

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. REPLIFORCE AIR SHIPS – Air Space – DAY -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

On Storm Owl's Air Ship, the Commander of the Air Force is alerted to an attack from his home screen. He widens his eyes, lets out a hoot and com-links over to his second in command.

STORM OWL: Skiver! The Maverick Hunters have initiated an Air Strike on the remnants of our Navy! Get down there with a few Raidens and make them regret it.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (o.s, filtered) Yes sir!

- Cut to -

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OCEAN PORT – Gang Fight – DAY -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

TAU: Come on, Sir. Lets get out of here.

ZERO: (smiling) Don’t have to tell me twice.

Suddenly the Maverick Hunter Jet bends and twists under heavy winds until it suddenly explodes.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (o.s) I think not.

Zero looks up at the shiny Repliforce Pegasus in anger.

ZERO: Wh-aaat!??

Venzo turns around with a shock.

VENZO: Reeeeeen!

When the smoke fades, we find a burnt and bleeding Ren, floating in mid-air by his back thrusters while an arm favors his right shoulder.

REN: Gaaaaahd Damn it…

STONE ROOK: Noooooo!

Stone Rook, Burn Bishop and Rayven catch up just in time to bear witness to their Leader's injury.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: You pesky Hunters have made an unsanctioned attack on our Forces for the last time.

BURN BISHOP: Oh Great! Now we're all stuck here!!!

TAKUMA: (hurt, sad) At least… We have company…

Spiral Pegasus, a group of four Raiden Armor Soldiers, a small group of Hornet Riders and one King Poseidon all look on at the stranded Maverick Hunters.

ZERO: Fuck that. We have to go.. NOW! Come HELL OR HIGH WATER!!!

Without thinking, Zero rushes over to the Raidens with his Saber out. Tau and Venzo quickly follow him with their blade and boomerangs ready. Takuma carefully remains behind.

ZERO: (shouting, resilient) NEW PLAN!!! Cut them down and Bail!!!!

The Shinobi Hunters collectively run after the Air Force and Naval Forces.

A few feet higher in the air, Burn Bishop sets an aura of flame around his body, Rayven puts her hands together in a triangular fashion to form a charging beam, while Stone Rook creates an exterior of Solid Rock around his body. They all join the fray and follow Zero’s lead.

ZERO: Just.. gotta.. Make it to their Ride Chasers! And pray that somehow our teleporters get fixed in the meantime.

Both armies run and fly after each other as they inch closer.

ALL: (battle cry) HAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

- Fade to White –

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. CYBER SPACE – Peacock's Server – DAY -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

- Fade in -

Amidst a white screen, X's consciousness forms a Data Body, which teleports into Cyberspace. Quickly, the white space loads into a mechanized room.

DAVID: (o.s, far, hollow) Okay, X. Open them!

X barely makes out the words, knowing that they came from the real world. Despite doing this before, it is hard for him to imagine that he is truly resting in his Host Pod, while his mind is connected to Cyber Space. He lets out a quick breath and opens his eyes.

X: (gasping) I'm in!

-Freeze Frame. Grainy Effect.-

NARRATOR: (o.s, v.o) After being stuck in a strange Laboratory over night, X has finally come home to face a new challenge. While Zero is now the one, stuck in 'Enemy Territory'. But are the Repliforce really enemies?? Or will this Feud with between the Maverick Hunters and Repliforce blow over after a discussion? Iris seems to think so. In the meantime, I can only hope that X will be able to solve his Network problems soon. His best friend's life may depend on it…

-Fade to Black-

#MMX Fan Fics #Season IV #Episode 8 #Let Sleeping Dogs Die #Zero vs. Jet Stingray #X comes home #New Cyber Mission #Start!

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