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themsource · 11 months ago

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Circus BSP AU

Soooo...had an idea that's been on my mind a while. Decided to share it because I know I haven't updated anything in a bit and I've been so busy with Secret Santas x_x

Anyways it's a long ramble from my ideas folder, not a real written piece, but I'm placing it below a cut ^^ This idea came to me while listening to Panic! At The Disco's cover of The Greatest Show a while back. I don't know if this has been done before but meh, just wanted to post my take on a circus au with the baddies

Rating: M

TWs: Mentions of torture, Kidnapping, Enslavement, Near Drowning

Nightmare and Dream own their own opposing circus rings. Dream recruits willing participants and their shows are always about love and positivity with graceful displays of athletics like ribbon dancing and aerial silk suspension, baton twirling and contortion, even godly fast speed painting with neon glowing soul magic to show an individual's ultimate dream even if they don’t know it themselves and store it in a personalized orb to take home as a memento for personalized viewing whenever you please.

Nothing risky or seemingly life threatening/daredevil stunted.

No, that’s Nightmare’s theme.

In contrast he doesn’t recruit, he steals and binds individuals into contracts that can only be broken at his word or their untimely death should it occur. His ring has all the horrifying and thrilling shows that leave the audience anxious and on their toes, like sword swallowing/knife throwing/nail walking/fire breathing (Killer), Lions and Tigers - many dangerous animal performances (Horror), highwire/cannonball (Dust), and Motorcycle acts like the Wall of death and globe of terror (Cross).

Nets and other safety precautions are ignored, this is the highlight and draw of Nightmare’s circus alongside the ability for one of your “nightmares” to be engraved on a stone tablet using soul magic so you never have to experience them again once the show is over.

Whereas Dream gives away positivity to spread through the worlds, Nightmare collects negativity in a personal vault for his own sustenance (the stone tablets) while still supplementing what he takes with the experiences his circus gives.

This is the point of contention with the brothers. Dream doesn’t like how Nightmare still puts out negativity while also taking it away - it’s a selfish redundancy in his mind and perceived as unbalance, and Nightmare feels the same about how Dream puts out positivity with his circus but doesn’t take any away not only making his job more difficult to keep the flows even but causing him more suffering with how positive a world will be once Dream holds a performance.

The brother’s once owned a circus together but it broke apart with Nightmare’s downfall.

Everyone was eager to see Dream perform but didn’t care for Nightmare’s escape acts and often boo’d and shamed him leaving the worlds they tried to equally balance always too filled with positivity. One day Nightmare almost died attempting to perform a dangerous escape stunt that he’d concocted to try and gain the audience’s approval, and just when it seemed to be working he ran out of magic (having not slept or ate well as he should’ve the night before when he’d been practicing) and nearly drowned.

Dream was able to pull him free and save him but it took the last of their dead mother’s apples which proved too powerful and shattered Nightmare who was left horrified at what he’d become - a true reflection of ‘a demon’ as people called him, and led to him abandoning Dream to go his own way as the too much positivity started causing him pain and to go into frenzied breakdowns that he’d frequently black out through.

Since then Nightmare has not performed an escape act again and now solely plays ringleader. His innate trauma when it comes to performing is what led to him deciding to bring others into his fold to accomplish his goals, though he doesn’t let anyone know that.

He contracted Killer, Dust, Horror, and then Cross in that order. Stealing them away from their own personal hells he found them in when noticing how fearless they were in the face of horrors far worse than what he had devised, and how equally terrifying their own appearances and auras were and would contribute to the overall effect he was going for. To get them to sign, he tortured them in never ending loops of nightmares, uncaring for how it affected them until they agreed.

Killer was forced to experience going numb and filling with emotion on and off again repeatedly, the pain of switching so rapidly sending him into a spiral until he begged to be freed.

Horror was forced to watch his fellow monsters dust and suffer the insanity inducing hunger wracking his frame as if fresh over and over as his brother kept mutating before his eyes.

Dust had to watch his brother dust before his eyes repeatedly at his own hand no matter how much he fought against it, the pain of which was always too much each reset he experienced in his own world but in the nightmare without the time to breathe between each death and no goal of stopping the human in mind Dust cracked.

Cross was sent into isolation, only it was so much worse as he didn’t have the ability to communicate with himself (even trying to think to himself and hold an imaginary conversation didn’t work) and could only experience the slow crawling of time as a sharp cutting sensation across his bones.

At first the gang all understandably despise Nightmare and what he forces them to do but he’s uncaring of it. However slowly the boys begin to find actual enjoyment in their work and bonding together as they come up with new routine ideas which they loathsomely try to share with Nightmare.

Nightmare begins to feel impressed, even enthused though he doesn’t show it at their forwardness and makes recommendations for how to better execute their ideas while approving them. This causes the boys to begin feeling a sense of freedom and control they haven’t felt in years even before being stolen away but they still don’t soften to Nightmare even as Nightmare begins to soften just a bit to them at their willingness.

It isn’t until Nightmare and his trope encounter Dream and his that the boys end up feeling anything at all other than hate to the dark lord.

They witness the exchange between Dream and Nightmare, the hostility Nightmare has when he and Dream argue over who has the right to be in this world first as Dream speaks in passive aggressive words about Nightmare’s awful decision making and unbalanced influence which Nightmare scoffs at before turning the argument petty as he remarks over Dream’s soft and impassioned performances.

The second Dream comments about how his trope is a work of art while Nightmare’s is nothing more than ‘a glorified torture show’ the boy’s hackles raise - offended, not liking how Dream assumes they hate what they do (not anymore at least) which makes his trope’s performances more genuine and better since they’re willing.

The boys witness the face Dream makes of regret at Nightmare’s bitter parting (dream’s words having surprisingly irked him) but don’t say a word. Instead they sneak in that night to watch Dream’s so called ‘better performances’ and are left feeling bored, and commenting on how it’s too bright, too sparkly and how they can do so much better.

‘at least with us the crowd are actually on their feet.’ Killer huffs. ‘yeah, screaming too.’ Horror drawls. ‘I like the ribbons, not gonna lie.’ as Cross tosses back a handful of popcorn and earns amused scoffs from the others. Dust gives a rare smirk. ‘i have an idea.’

Nightmare is in his room, staring down at an old faded paper article that looks as if it might crumble into ash at the faintest breeze while he tries to ignore the pain in his chest from the positivity flooding the air. It’s a headline advertising his old act, the one that led to his transformation, when Killer walks in. Killer notices the article before Nightmare manages to fold it up and slip it into a breast pocket. It twinges something in him as he asks about it and Nightmare feeling a rare moment of openness blandly tells him of what happened.

Killer is surprised and sudden understanding clicks but Nightmare dismisses it with ‘nothing more than childish hopes and pointless memories, what is it you want killer?’

Killer smiles.

It’s the first time Nightmare has seen that expression on Killer’s face and his socket widens. He feels something precariously close to a thrill race his spine as Killer hums, ‘me and the guys were talking…”

Dream and his friends are beginning to perform the big finale when suddenly the lights go off and Killer comes on over the intercom, ‘well as much as i love that hello kitty and fluffy rainbow shit like the next guy, how about we get a real party started?’ and the lights strobe back on in a kaleidoscope of flashing colors as Nightmare’s gang appear round the top of the stage.

Killer flipping a jewel encrusted knife, Dust spinning an iron balancing rod as if it were a small plastic baton, Horror posed tall and looming with his one ear’d white lion and black tiger, and Cross on his sterling silver colored motorcycle revving the engine.

‘UH, DREAM? WHAT IS–” Before Blue can finish the boys are descending and taking the stage. Horror crowds them off with his animals as Cross races around the arena pulling shocked awes from the crowd and Killer blows fire setting the hanging ribbons up into a blaze of glory, Dust using his balancing rod to propel himself into the air and land on the lighting supports much to many surprised shouts of awe and worry.

Dream can’t help but stare silently along with Blue and Ink as the show is stolen from them and negativity begins to seep in from the shocked and concerned onlookers who can’t bring themselves to look away, even clapping as Horror narrowly dodges being attacked by his own lion to allow the beast to burst through one of Ink’s paintings.

Nightmare watches in stunned surprise, amusement, and dare he even think it…

Endearment.

When all is said and done the crowd goes home excited and raving about the unexpected twist and Dream is left fuming as he goes off about how childish and inappropriate that was. Nightmare shrugs him off as he glances over his shoulder at his smug trope and comments about how it was no decision of his own making. Sure he knew, but he didn’t tell Killer no, but Dream doesn’t need to know that.

When they go home Killer and the boys all gain a new bit of respect for their ring leader, and even a bit of fondness at how he let them do as they pleased. It’s a slow crawl from there. Each of them taking the time to get to know Nightmare a little better after also being told by Killer about his past, even asking him to join them for dinner one day where Nightmare finds enjoyment watching and listening to them go back and forth like a bunch of rowdy roommates.

Horror introduces him to the animals, and manages to calm the tiger enough to let Nightmare pet it. ‘her name’s mira.’

‘...You named her?’

‘yep, her and bosco.’

‘Is Bosco the lion?’

Horror looks oddly fond. ‘heh, no, he’s the gator. the lion is kimba, killer named him.’

Dust invites him to help him as he works on repairing and calibrating his canon, handing him tools and reciting blueprints. ‘need better bolts, these are starting to strip.’

‘I never knew you were so…hands on, Dust.’

‘cross’ fault. i saw him babying that bike of his and got tired of having nothing to do.’

‘I see.’

There’s silence, an uncertainty. ‘...i want to repaint it. i don’t like the colors.’

Nightmare considers. ‘...Alright, what colors would you like?’

Dust’s smile reminds him of Killer’s. ‘heh.’

Cross takes him for a ride and shows him just how fast his bike can go. ‘SLOW DOWN YOU HEATHEN! THIS IS NOT A SHOW!’

‘c’mon nightmare! live a little!’

Nightmare shivers at feeling Cross’s hand guide his to his waist, his voice reminiscent of a whisper into his acoustics. ‘i won’t let you fall.’

Nightmare averts his gaze. ‘Falling is not the point!’

Killer…killer brings him outside and sets him on a blanket beneath the only tree for miles as he sharpens his blades, handing nightmare one after the other and telling him what kind they are like a teenager. ‘and this is a messer! it’s german for knife but looks more like a dagger.’

‘Interesting. You’ve taken care of these well.’

Killer smirks. ‘i take care of the things i care about.’

Nightmare raises a brow as he echos. ‘Care about.’

‘i don’t have to feel it to know that i care about it.’ The shrug he gives is indifferent, but the look is another matter entirely, one that brings a foreign heat to Nightmare’s cheeks. It feels like a flirtation, but it can’t be, he knows where he stands with him - with all of them.

‘An even more interesting notion.’ he whispers.

It isn’t until he stumbles upon Horror pining Dust to a wall in a small forgotten hallway with Dust’s legs around Horror’s hips as they kiss that Nightmare realizes there’s a deeper bond between the members of his trope that he never noticed. One that they’re starting to willingly let him see as he spots Cross and Killer not long after training together with Cross pinned to the knife board as Killer sensually traces patterns across his bones with the tip of a finely oiled blade. It’s shocking how they managed to get away with this, hiding the fluctuations in their emotions from his notice.

The understanding spurs something in him that’s…genuine.

On equal footing.

Killer notices his staring and holds eye contact just out of Cross’ line of sight as he kisses the other skeleton. The emotions are there now, raw and unfiltered. Desire, want…teasing.

It’s an invitation.

Nightmare turns away and hides in his room thinking. He doesn’t know what he feels, not yet. But he does find himself wanting to, maybe, get a little closer to them. To know them, just as they’re obviously trying to do with him.

He likes watching Horror train his pets, he enjoys seeing Cross flip over ramps and twirl his bike beneath him mid-leap, he finds amusement in Killer trying to paint the sky with words made of fire, and he can’t resist staring as Dust pretends multiple times as if he’s going to fall only to stand back upright confidently and with poise. He can’t help wondering if this is what friendship is, companionship. He thought he’d known that once with his brother but he’d been wrong. The feelings are too different.

So he…takes the risk.

The dinners continue, the quality time, with him contributing by inviting them to let him read aloud of his books and going out to explore the worlds now before performing, but it all starts to weigh heavy on him and this manifests in him one day suggesting as Killer and Dust put forth a duet idea to suggest they use netting…in case of an accident.

The boys go silent, staring at him.

Nightmare feels judged, and it’s made clear that he is when Killer says rather carelessly, ‘since when do you care about our safety?’ It’s then made clear to Nightmare that no matter how hard he tries, and no matter what they open up to him and he them, that he can’t be more or get closer.

They will always see him as nothing more than their owner, their master.

‘Forget I said anything.’

Nightmare is left torn, does he put everything on the line by offering to release their contracts in the hopes that they’ll stay when it’s far more likely they’ll run if given the chance? Or does he hold on, and get left standing alone to watch as an outsider on the bond between them just as he’s always been to the universe at large.

He tried to run before he could walk. This is the obstacle between them and the first step that he knows has to be taken, the rest of the moments they share are empty so long as the contracts exist. And not only that but the leagues he’ll have to go to make up for what he put them through when he first found them, if they dare to even give him the chance.

There’s a bitter, terrifying, decision to reach.

Nightmare is in unfamiliar waters as he feels the sting of indecisiveness that he hasn’t felt since he was a child.

#undertale au #circus au #UTMV #nightmare's gang #bad sanses #star sanses #sans/sans #Nightmare #Cross #Dream #Murder!Sans #Dust #Horror #Blue #Ink #bsp #bad sans poly #M rambles #my writing

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atinylittlepain · 9 months ago

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Part One

climbing expeditionist!steve harrington x f!oc

series masterlist

Past, present, and future dance and daunt in the shadows of Mount Everest. He just wants to get home. She just wants him home.

chapter warnings | 18+ angst, pregnancy, commentary on eco-tourism, steve is a little depresso at 17,000 feet

word count | 3.4K

a/n | this fic is pure self-indulgence, as a climber who thought they'd one day summit everest, and then realized it's been ruined by eco-tourism! anyways, parts of this fic closely follow the 1996 everest climbing disaster, with many key changes. thanks for reading, there's a fun little treat at the end too.

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March 1996 - Colorado

“You’re gonna be late if you stick around any longer.”

“Don’t worry about that, honey. I’ll run if I have to, just give me a few more minutes with you.” He doesn’t get nervous, she knows, not about these things. He gets charming, all slanted smiles and soft touches, sneaking kisses as he rocks in the soles of his boots, plane ticket tucked between index and middle finger.

But she gets nervous. Even when they do these things together, let alone now with her staying behind and sending him off. Like watching her heart slip from her ribcage and tiptoe out onto a highwire with no net. With no net. So she gets nervous, and she tries to hide it from him, though she can feel her smile starting to slip the longer she stands here in the airport, throngs of people passing by in cloistered chaos.

“Did Robin make it out there alright?”

“Yeah, got a fax from her this morning, she’s already at basecamp getting stuff set up with the local guides. Hey, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“Jo.”

“Steve.” Her arms crossed over her chest, and his hands curling over her forearms, leaning in, and in, and in, until his forehead is pressed against hers and she can no longer see the arrivals board, the people rushing by with suitcases and backpacks. Just him, and his smile that is everything, long hair like a curtain around them. She takes two deep breaths, smelling him, the badger balm he rubs into his hands and good clean soap from the shower he took that morning. And she wills herself to hold onto that scent, to tuck it somewhere safe in her mind, and this too, the soft warble of his voice when he asks her can I get one more kiss, please? Never saying no to that, a sweet simple one, followed by another with a little more want, little more ache behind it. He’ll have a beard the next time she sees him, she knows, but for now there’s just the slightest scratch of stubble when she presses her lips against his.

“Please don’t worry too much about me.” And that makes her laugh, though it tightens and changes into something bordering on a sob, a high, clipped sound, shake of her head, her forehead still against his, and she has to, she has to take the step back, create that space, has to let go for now. He doesn’t abide by that, hands curling around her biceps, come back, come back, one more minute. He’s wearing his wedding ring on a chain around his neck, too many close calls losing it in the snow, in pulling off a mitten, in the chaos of what he does, what they do. She hooks her finger through it and pulls, a young part of her wishing that’d be enough magic to make him stay.

“I don’t care what time it is there or here, you call me when you get to Kathmandu, and to Lukla, and to base, okay?”

“Of course I will, and you have the fax number. Gonna send me the scans?” His hand coming to rest over the slight swell of her stomach, still new, the small, hard curve of it, but there, but there. She feels like she might be sick, though she’s not sure why, not sure if it’s the pregnancy, or something else.

“Yeah, baby, I’ll send them over. But seriously, you better go.” They both sigh, both say love to each other, quiet and close, and then it’s catch and release, him walking toward security, beautiful boy, beautiful world of a person in his corduroy pants rolled at the ankles and a new fleece that she stitched a stupidly sweet heart into the tag of, a little thread of luck, and his pack that he prides himself on keeping so light. She snuck a few extra clif bars into one of the side pockets, a different kind of nesting, preparing for a departure instead of an arrival. He looks over his shoulder at her one more time, wire rimmed glasses glinting, one more smile, and then he’s gone in the push and pull of the crowd.

She knows the trip he’s about to take well, after all, she has done it five times herself. This will be his sixth. He’ll spend a night and a day in Kathmandu, gathering up the group of people who have enough money to pay him to be their guide. Eddie will be there too, his usual self, aviators and absurdly underdressed, and if there’s a woman in this season’s group, she'll swoon and yes, recognize him from the cover of Outside Magazine, climbing’s resident bad boy, according to the journalist that wrote the piece. They’ll be brilliant together, Steve and Eddie, capable, holding court over a shared dinner before their flight to Lukla the next morning, the group listening in quiet reverence as Steve talks about the death zone, and Eddie’s favorite line, when we hit 26 thou, we will literally be dying, so remember how much you paid to be here.

He calls her that night, a day ahead now, catches her mid-afternoon and tells her that he has a good feeling about this group. No bullshitters, no brass either as far as I can tell. Brass, the big talkers, usually Americans that have decided this trip, this thing, is their self-given right. Brass, usually the first to turn around. She tells him that the crib was delivered, and he asks her if she’ll wait to put it together, he’d like to help when he gets back. Of course, she says, of course she’ll wait for him.

A week and a half goes by before she hears from him again. She doesn’t know whether to be pissed or utterly paralyzed with fear. Robin faxes her, tells her he’s bringing the group to base, and that he asked her to tell her he’s sorry he didn’t call. And later, when the phone rings in the middle of the night, the petty part of her briefly considers letting it go to voicemail. She picks up and the first thing he offers her is an apology.

“I couldn’t find a fucking phone where we were staying.”

“I didn’t know what was happening, Steve, I can’t– you promised me.” The sentence fizzles out, she feels small saying it. What did he promise her? What can be promised in an environment, in a place that stands upon uncertainty? But still, he promised her a few things before he left, promised communication, promised coming home, and promised never doing it again, shutting down the outfit, no more of this. And she’s not sure he knew what it meant to make those promises, ones that can be so easily broken.

“It’s not gonna happen again, Josie, I promise. We made it to base, by the way, all good, all safe.” As if on cue, she hears Robin first, hey, Jo! Followed by Eddie’s not the same without you, Joey! Tinny voices made small by all the distance, and she realizes that while part of her misses the place, the process of it all, it’s the people she aches for, good people, good friends, a little crazy, but in the same way she is, and the same way Steve is. But he doesn’t seem too interested in sharing her with them, and she can’t blame him when every minute of this phone call costs twenty-five dollars.

“I’m glad you made it, how does it look this year?”

“Crowded, I swear there’s more outfits every year. It’s gonna be a cluster summiting with all these bodies.”

“Hmm, you’re always good at getting the jump though.”

“I try. How– how are you feeling? Doctor next Friday, right?”

“My Friday, your Saturday, yeah. We’re doing alright, they’ve been kicking actually.”

“Really?” Pure wonder crackling over the phone, his voice lifting and breathless, making tight heat curl up in her throat, behind her eyes. Of course, she wishes he were here, and of course, she thinks of the stories every year of wives leaving their husbands because they won’t stop chasing mountains.

When she told her friends, her family, that he was still heading out to lead another group, they had looked horrified at the idea. But she also knows it’s a particular situation they’re in. Unplanned, unexpected, but decidedly wanted, by the time they found out she was pregnant, payments had already been made, plane tickets booked, nonrefundable. Clients that know how to throw all of their weight around, very important people with very important wallets giving him their very important money to take them on this very important trip. And so they had to decide some things. Decided that two months out of nine wasn’t all that bad, that five successes couldn’t have just been luck, and that a sixth couldn’t be asking too much more. Thinking these things is different than feeling them, she is now realizing, listening to his voice get caught in static and wind as he tells her how much he loves her and that he’ll talk to her again soon, get some sleep, honey, I love you.

Yes, different to think about it, plan for it, than to feel it. The bedroom is dark, perfectly silent, perfectly still. She begins to cry with the catch of the phone in the receiver.

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March, 1990 - base camp

“Who’s that?”

“Who?”

“That chick with Art’s group.”

“Don’t point, Steven, we’re all friends here. And that’s Jo Taylor, I met her at the airport, real nice, real cool. Also, requisite reminder that fucking at altitude is contraindicated.”

“Thanks, Rob, yeah, thank you for that reminder.” Robin’s already off as he grumbles, already introducing herself to other strangers weaving in between brightly colored tents and packs. It’s not lost on him that she and Jo are the only two women at base camp, and he’s having a hard time not staring at this woman he’s never met before. Close-cropped hair and flickering hands, sharp, and she seems to have no trouble holding court with her crew, checking over gear, tanks of oxygen, things he should be doing right now, though he’s still stuck staring at her.

Up here, it’s somehow both bitingly cold and quick to heat with the sun bouncing and bending over the snow, prayer flags pulled taut on lines in the thin air. Everyone has stripped down to base layers, faces whipped raw by the wind, Eddie walking around in a bright orange pair of Patagonia baggies and little else, steaming thermos in hand. And this girl, woman, person, Jo, in a Talking Heads t-shirt and an unzipped shell and leggings, and even with her reflective sunglasses on he can tell the exact moment when she catches him staring at her, her head tilting to the side, slight pull of her brow. He’s walking toward her, crunching over rocks and snow before he can think too hard about how she doesn’t really look interested in making friends with him.

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve met.” He gives her his name with a hand extended, and she takes it, if not a bit stiff, skeptical, offering him her name in return with her hip popped to the side. He watches his own nervous smile in the reflection of her sunglasses.

“You’re here with Art’s team, right?”

“I am, yeah. And you’re here with Robin?”

“And Ed, he’s, well, you’ve probably met him.”

“Oh yeah, we all know Munson. No oxygen on Mont Blanc is pretty impressive, or maybe stupid.”

“I’d say both.” Her smile glints in the sun, a little stunner of a thing and he knows he’d like to see it again.

“Both is probably accurate. I knew who you were too, by the way, you didn’t have to introduce yourself like that.”

“You did?”

“Of course, men’s speed record for El Cap. That’s just impressive if you ask me.”

“Men’s? As opposed to–”

“Women’s.”

“I didn’t know there was a women’s speed record for El Cap.” Her smile slants and she pushes her sunglasses up into her hair, eyes crinkling and squinting in the wind and the sun.

“There is, I hold it.”

“Oh, oh, I didn’t– you– I didn’t mean to–” Foot in his mouth and it might as well be down his throat with the way he’s stumbling over his words. She grins, gives his shoulder a squeeze and a shake.

“You’re fine, man, really, just teasing you a little. Is this your first time on Everest?”

“Yeah, you?” He’s not even standing that close to her, but he still notices a freckle somewhere between the round of her cheek and her eye, watches it jump with her smile. She nods, a glance over his shoulder to what awaits them in these next few weeks. A slog, a perfectly graceless suffering. A climb, a brilliant, beautiful thing.

“I’ll see you out on the Icefall, Harrington. It’s nice to meet you.”

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March 1996 - base camp

“That reporter packed out a fucking espresso maker, can you believe this shit? It’s like goddamn Disney world up here.” Eddie says it just loud enough to garner him a few turned heads as he slumps down in his chair next to Steve, making quick work out of a mug full of instant ramen.

“I wouldn’t worry about her, Art will get her sorted out before they make it to camp two. I’m just worried there’s gonna be a jam up there. You ever think you’d see the day there’s a line to summit? Because right now, it’s looking like that’s exactly what we’re gonna have on our hands.”

“Any thoughts on how to avoid that?” He hums, pinching off another bite of his clif bar and working his jaw around it, looking out on what seems to be a veritable sea of tents. At least fifteen outfits this year, and all the ragtag debris they entail, lost-looking group members that probably have no business being up here, already hacking into the elbows of their expensive-looking jackets, camping chairs getting knocked over in the wind, boots tucked outside of tents, the sound and smells of human intervention in an otherwise silent landscape.

“I do, Rob’s not gonna like it though.”

“What am I not gonna like?” A hand on his shoulder, and then a face leaning upside-down over his, almost alien in her round, mirrored sunglasses.

“Do you know if the other outfits are planning for May tenth?”

“Yeah, as far as I know, same as us. Why?” Easy, all of them easy together, Robin sits down between their chairs, carabiner hooked full of keys jangling at her belt loop. She takes a bite of Eddie’s ramen when he offers her the fork and Eddie grins over the top of her head at Steve, cheshire bright in his thermal and leggings, and suddenly, he thinks, they’re sixteen again, driving cross country to go climb in Yellowstone with a few months worth of part-time job savings split between them.

“Stevie here wants to be first in line on the Everest Express.”

“It’s not about being first, it’s about not wanting people stuck up there longer than they need to be. If we could just get a couple days–”

“No.”

“Rob–”

“No, Steve. Everybody wants May tenth for a reason. The weather is looking good–”

“The weather is unpredictable and you know it.”

“And, these people need those days to get ready. You start shaving off days and that’s less time they’ll have been at altitude for the last push. This is just the way it is this year, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, and it’s getting worse every year. I really think we’re getting out at the right time, you know, picked the right year to have our last season.” Robin huffs, unfolding her legs and standing back up, shading them from the sun for a moment as she brushes off her cargo pants and runs a hand back through her hair.

“Look, I’ll take another pass at the weather. Maybe, and that’s a big maybe, we could swing May eighth. But I make no promises.” And then she’s off, wielding her walkie-talkie like a scepter, already rearranging plans in her mind as she ducks back into their comms tent.

He knows he’s frustrating her, bitching about everything, scowling about everything. Eddie had said as much during the first night at base, why are you being such a downer? We’re on a fucking mountain, at least sell it to the customers, man. And he’s right, they’re on a fucking mountain, and it’s beautiful, and it’s brutal, and it’s all the things he’s loved since he started backpacking as a kid. And there are good moments, there are, moments of looking out onto the landscape, the steep tumbling snow and gray slate crags, witchery in the dance and daunt of ice, the near painfully blue sky that can turn dark and mean in a breath. Moments of true awe, and still, still, he knows that he shouldn’t be here, not really.

Last year, there was a man in their outfit from Texas, brass. Steve can’t remember his name now, but what he can remember is what he admitted to the night before they headed out from base. Everyone had laughed except for Jo and the one other woman who was in their group, when the man confessed that he had forgotten to tell his wife he’d be gone for two months in the spring. And it had been Jo who had plainly asked him if he had any kids, her chin jutted, arms crossed over her chest, her usual all-smiles-all-jokes-but-all-business-lead-guide facade slipping away into something steely, something cold and unamused. Yes, the man had said, two, a boy and a girl. He doesn’t remember much more of that conversation, just that Jo excused herself early from dinner, and when he returned to their tent a little while later, she was already asleep with her back turned to him.

“You alright?”

“I don’t know, Ed. I’ll be good to lead though, that’s not a problem.”

“I didn’t ask if you’ll be good to lead, I asked if you’re alright.” Something tight turns in his chest, he keeps his eyes down on his hands, folding and unfolding the empty clif bar wrapper.

“Yes, no, I knew it was gonna be hard, but this is fucking– something else.” Eddie leans forward, elbows on his knees, brow furrowed, and he’s nodding, and it’s a look of concern. Steve hates it, never the one needing concern, never the one to be concerned about. The leader, right, level-headed, right, no need for concern.

“You talk to Jo today?”

“Last night, she asked if you packed out sticks of butter again this year.”

“Pfft, of course, a little American comfort at seventeen thousand feet goes a long way. How is she?”

“Doing alright, I think. Had the twenty-week scan on Friday.” He can’t help but smile thinking about it, and Eddie mirrors him, grin spreading and brows raising, oh yeah?

“She found out if it’s a boy or a girl, but she said she’s not gonna tell me until I get home.”

“Well, how about that for a little motivation, huh? I have to admit though, I miss her this year, not the same without her.” Eddie’s smile softens, slighter, sadder, a hand on Steve’s shoulder, and he feels his own face slacken, the ache returning.

“No, it’s not.” Not letting him fall for long, Eddie gracelessly shrugs his chair closer, arm hooking around Steve’s shoulders, cheek to cheek as he starts pointing out their clients.

“But, think of it this way–” He points to one man, him, another, him, one more, and him.

“Add those three up and you got yourself a nice little college fund.” At the very least, it feels good to laugh, resting his temple on Eddie’s shoulder, letting the sun be the sun, and the moment be the moment.

“Can’t argue with that.”

“We’re gonna climb that fucking thing on the eighth, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, I think we are.”

“I’m with you all the way, man.” He holds his hand out for Steve, and it’s a relief, he finds, to clasp his hand, to hold onto something. And Eddie’s one last send? His smile turning young and slanted, a little wild. Steve nods. One last send.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington au #steve harrington imagine #honey baby love you be home soon

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chronurgy · 9 months ago

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I talk a lot about Vesper and Gortash's relationship being this insane tight downward spiral or a tense highwire act or dancing on the edge of a razor blade but I think the actual best analogy is probably those mating dances birds of prey do where they lock talons and then spiral down toward the ground, breaking their grasp at the last possible moment

#vesper #enver gortash #bg3 #Idk if this makes sense to anyone but me #It's maybe an act of trust but also kinda an act of aggression and a dangerous thrill #These sickos would love that

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amphiptere-art · 1 year ago

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Mystical Highwire

Blue Moon shook himself off as he exited the teleport point. No matter how many times he got tossed around he never got used to the feeling. The teleport point was fairly close to Golden's Mansion. Just a small walk away from the entrance. Much easier than walking all the way out here on foot.

Blue Moon walked his way to the entrance crouching down at the door to get in. He softly opened the door. Trying not to be sudden. Although it sounded like his efforts were in vain. A quiet gasp and then a soft pitter patter of steps going away told him that much. He crawled inside with a little less carefulness. Seeing as at this point it wouldn't matter.

Blue Moon got into the foyer. Getting off his hands and feet and giving a long stretch. His rays brushed the roof. Spreading out his hands so they wouldn't bottom out in the smaller space. Giving himself another shake. Ribbons dancing behind him. He then finally looked around. The foyer was mostly empty of course. Only the dust of ghosts occupying the space. Looking up the stairs he spotted the one he frightened.

They look relatively normal sized in the smaller Manson. But of course they're still a tad short of the railing. And they wore a light blue jacket with a big fluffy hood laying on their shoulders. The inside of the jacket was black. And so were the ends of the slaves and the rims. On his left arm was a long blue ribbon. On his right arm was a similar ribbon except red. Both ribbons had a black ends. The pants he wore were a dark blue. Where they ended off with the familiar yellow shoes that most DCA models wore.

Frightened blue eyes caught him before swiftly looking away. Their fingers tapped on the metal bars. A nervous fidget. Now looking down at the ground and if they had done something wrong. Blue Moon strained up slightly before laxing. Throwing the smaller bot a pleasant smile.

Dimming Light. Why do you fear? Your best friend Blue Moon is here. I hold no luminosity if you want to express your curiosity.

Blue Moon kept his smile as he waited for the Lunar's response. Their face scrunched up in confusion. Clearly in an attempt to understand his impulse rhyming. They briefly cast their eyes up at him before giving them another side glance

Sorry. I don't. Um. Why are you here?

Blue Moon sighed. The anticipation of TF Lunar's voice was paramount. As if the small bot would be punished for not understanding his words all the way. Choosing to instead direct to the question he had wanted to ask in the first place. Blue Moon decided to pay it no mind though and simply made a grand jester with his hands. Sparkling out runes for effect.

I heard you're learning magic you see. I simply want to show you the mystic arts I take with glee.

It was funny to watch as TF Lunar's eyes drifted to the runes. It was as if he was watching a child watching bubbles. Carefully watching each one before they fizzled out. Once they were all gone TF Lunar blinked. Glancing at his face before harshly flinching and ducking down slightly. Blue Moon stuttered slightly. Taken aback by the frightened reaction. Frowning as he tried to figure out what had scared the small bot.

He didn't get to think about it much since a joyous laugh sounded out. Small thundering steps making their way down the hallway.

Eclipse! I am glad you're able to make it. Hopefully nothing will interrupt us. Now come on I know it's going to be a tight fit for you here. To the backyard.

Both Blue Moon and TF Lunar stared off at Golden as he walked away towards the back door. A hop in his step. Blue Moon giggled at this display. Walking over to the hallway that led to the back doors before crouching to get through. giving TF Lunar a glance before flicking his ribbon tail towards the door. Inviting the small bot to follow.

Blue Moon stretched as he finally reached the outside area. Not having a care as he stretched his body outward. Small clicks and pops emitting as he did. Then doing a full body shake as he released the pressure. Golden giggled at his display. TF Lunar's joining in behind him. He smiled to himself as the small animatronics quiet giggles burst out. Hopefully he will be able to hear those giggles more often.

Golden Freddy got their attention back by clapping his hands. TF Lunar jumped. While moon simply stiffened as his rays retracted slightly. Curling in his claws. Don't. Don't. don't. don't. don't. don't. don't. don't. Blue Moon breathed out. Rays popping out as he strolled over to Golden. Golden gave him a sad look. Eyes briefly glancing over to TF Lunar before looking back at him.

Do you need a radio?

Golden softly whispered.

No. A dance with lights is all I need. Hopefully The dancing will fade this craving.

Then let's get started.

Golden shouted out. Waving a hand at TF Lunar. The smaller bot had apparently froze in place. He jumped slightly before quickly running over.

Oh don't run. You need all your energy. Don't waste it on something so trivalous.

TF Lunar slowed to a walk. Looking confused but following. I'm Blue Moon also strolled over to the magic circle he knew Golden was going towards. His taller stature making the distance shorter. He snickered slightly as Golden gave him an annoyed face. His small walk turning into a jog just to keep up. Soon they all arrived at the runic circle. Golden Freddy taking the center stage. Wow Blue Moon adjusted himself to be behind TF Lunar. Grabbing the bot slightly and pulling them back out of the area of effect.

Now Lunar. Magic in our world is a little bit more unique. Most world's only focus on one magical power. Soul magic. It is the most common across many universes. Although in most circumstances it is also the hardest to understand.

Blue Moon sat down as Golden continued his explanation. Patting the ground down slightly in front of him to invite TF Lunar.

Come and relax. The words will come out slow but fast. do not worry about keeping up. The world will brighten and soon you will know that.

TF Lunar fiddled slightly. Pulling at his fingertips. He glanced at Golden before turning around and settling himself in Blue Moon's lap. Digging himself deeper into the embrace. Blue Moon covered the small bot with his hands before returning his attention.

Now that's all about soul magic. But they're of course different ones here. Although evidence of them can be found in other places most don't use them to the extent that we can here. Blue Moon of course uses runic magic or rune magic.

Rune Magic is quite different from soul magic. Although it runs on the same principle. Both soul magic and rune magic work by pulling an energy. And while soul magic pulls that energy from yourself rune magic pulls it from the area around you.

This causes rune magic to be more centered around elements. For example in a forest, Blue Moon will have an easier time controlling plants then he would say fire. Of course if you are good enough at it you can transmute energy.

Taking what was once plant energy and changing it into fire energy. Although this process usually results in the transmuted energy being lesser than its beginning state.

Of course there is also material magic. Or better known as potion making. This usually involves the user using elements around them and mixing them into a pot to achieve a desired result. Again this relies on elemental energy but is much easier to manipulate due to the fact it can be many different materials.

Blue Moon watched as Golden rambled on. Allowing the small bot to play with his fingers. He did notice though once the small box started retreating closer to his form. Looking down and tilting his head.

What's wrong friend?

I- I- I don't know what- what I'm supposed to do?

Blue Moon sighed. Giving TF Lunar a smile.

Soul is from your heart. The magic that beats within. Rune is from the Earth. All that you see around you. Material is what you can gather. Takes place inside a bottle. Has that solved your kerfuffle?

TF Lunar seemed to ponder the words. Before shaking his head in understanding. Blue Moon stiffened as a clap brought him out of the conversation. Both of their heads snapping back up to look at Golden Freddy.

Now that we have an understanding of what magic is and how it works. Lunar, let's see what you got. Enter the circle with me. I'll let you borrow my power.

Blue Moon felt as TF Lunar's hands tightened around his own. Clearly not wanting to leave the safety of Blue Moon's embrace. Blue Moon decided to make the choice for him. I'm getting up while still holding the small hands. Dragging TF Lunar into a standing position. He then dragged his hands forward while letting go causing the small bot to stumble forward slightly.

TF Lunar froze and looked back at him. A hint of betrayal in his eyes. Blue Moon gave him a soft smile waving his hand forward in a half wave.

Do not fear Dimming Light. Show me how your light can truly shine. Decorate yourself in blooming colors. make yourself look like no other.

A small smile tugged at the edges of TF Lunar's lips. Although I look towards the objective and back quickly made it vanish. Blue Moon simply nodded again with a smile. Hoping the encouragement would work. Luckily it seemed dead as lunar grasps his hands before walking forward towards Golden. Standing in front of him awkwardly while fiddling with his fingers. Quickly Golden gave him something to do with his hands. Offering his own out to grasp. Which the small bot gratefully took.

Now we're going to start with soul magic since that's the one you're probably going to know the best. Just think about what you would want to do. It could be as simple as wanting a light to appear in front of you.

TF Luna's fingers tapped against Golden's hands. The small bot desperately trying to think of anything he could do. Blue Moon patiently waited on the sideline with a smile. He would prefer TF Lunar learned rune magic but it wasn't untrue that soul magic was easier to perform. Even with the complicated wordings. But again so was recognizing thousands and thousands of repeatable patterns with slight differences.

Unfortunately the more they waited the more they realize nothing was happening. TF Lunar's body slowly starting to tremble. Eyes of glancing up at Golden's before quickly averting them and repeating the process. Golden quickly took a stand, tightening his hands around lunar's.

All right, maybe thinking about it a little too hard. Let's start with a spoken spell. That's what most universes are used to. So repeat after me. Elre a brta.

E-el-re-a-b-brt-a

El-re-a-brt-a

Elre a brta

A small light flickered. Causing TF Lunar to jump. The light faded soon after. TF Lunar blindly searched around as if expecting to find the light coming around the corner to attack him.

There you go. there you go. It's fine. You just performed a light spell. A weak one, but hey you're just starting. Try it again. Get used to how it feels. Elre a brta.

TF lunar's hands found purchase in Golden's furr. trembling slightly but otherwise okay. Getting a last glance around before looking forward to Golden again.

Elre a brta

Again a light flickered. And while TF Lunar flinched he did not move. Almost freezing in place afterwards as he stared at the small glowing ball.

Just feel It. Feel how your energy is being pulled into the light. Try and give it some more.

TF Lunar's body no longer trembled simply caught in awh at the light. His hands slightly relaxed his hold. TF Lunar stared at the light. Glancing up to Golden only to flinch. Looking back down at the small light with it face of concentration. Golden frowned slightly at The exchange. Blue Moon sat up taller. The tension in lunar's body triggering him. Don't. Don't. don't. don't. don't. don't. don't don't.

Blue Moon stood up. This was taking too long. Golden glanced his way. Weariness penetrated his figure. TF Lunar was oblivious to his movement. Too caught up and trying to make the light in front of him bigger. Blue Moon strolled over to the two.

Clearly this is only bland. Let's go make something Grand. Symbols and circles are easy to remember. Let me show you how to make something with flying embers.

TF Lunar jumped at Blue Moon's intrusion. Blue Moon caught the moment in a trance. Staring at the small anxious spot before quickly shaking his head. Raising up a finger to trace in the air. drawing out a runic symbol.

Eclipse I don't think it's a good idea to start with runes. It's a fairly unfamiliar magic in other places unless it's to draw power from a mana pool. It is best to let him feel what a spell feels like then-

Words are only a tongue twister. While patterns are a better sister. Things that continue over and over. Like a four-leaf clover. You can touch and feel a rune and its power. No nonsense about making the connection higher.

But he needs to feel a connection. You might not need to give power to a rune but you still need to be able to connect to the power around you. Eclipse I don't think you're-

Blue Moon growled. He stared down at his friend. He just needs a release. Something. He understood Golden's words but he could not appreciate them at the moment. He just needed to teach his part. To get it over with. He was hungry.

He finished tracing the rune in the sky. Grab me them in his hands as if they were some floating paper plates. Turning around to TF Lunar and placing them on his arms and wrists. Ignoring the way the bot flinched in his grasp. Fearful eyes staring up at him. Not understanding what has made his friend so tense. Standing as still as possible as he trembled. Waiting for Blue Moon to be finished with this task.

Once Blue Moon was finished he flipped his arms out. Similar looking runes attaching themselves to his arms. Before looking up and waving his hand in front of him. Multiple runes decorated the sky. Some were an earthen brown color. Some were tinge of green with a light brown at the edges. Others became a steal like black. Arranging themselves in particular ways. Once the runes seem to settle in place the ones that were green with light brown seem to flop from the sky. Falling down until they reached the ground.

Eclipse!

Up to the sky. where we will fly.

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Lunar only had a second to contemplate what was happening before he was yanked upwards with a scream. The speed of which it happened hurt. It hurt. It hurt so much. Why? He was fine. He made the magic ball. Why did Blue Moon want to do something else? What did he do? He did everything he was asked and he did it quickly. He tried, he really did. So why was he being thrown up in the sky?

Finally he stopped rising. His body jerked as he stopped. He looked down. Oh God he was so high. He scrunches eyes shut in fear. He was so high. So High. He wanted down. But didn't want to upset Blue Moon. Blue Moon wanted him to do something right? What was it? What did he need to be so high for? He heard a wine. He flashed his eyes open for a second. Glancing around. Desperately trying to find whatever was making the sound.

Finally he spotted Blue Moon. The gigantic bot loomed over him. They were grabbing.. the air?! It almost looked like he was holding on to some sort of invisible rope. Wait. Was he floating!? TF Lunar looked up only to scream. Shutting his eyes tightly as the situation dawned on him. He was holding nothing! He was hundreds of feet in the air holding on to nothing! Oh God he was so scared. But another wine from Blue Moon made him remember what he was here for. He had to learn this magic. Somehow.

He trembled as he opened his eyes again. Staring at Blue Moon as he breathed out short harsh breaths. Blue Moon let out something like a churr. It almost reminded him of a cat. Except this cat was forcing him to be hundreds of feet above the ground holding onto nothing more than magic apparently!

There you are. You are safe and sound. I will not let you hit the ground. Loosen your hold. For your hands are becoming too bold.

Lunar desperately tried to understand what he was saying. He didn't feel safe. And he would much prefer to be on the ground right now! And then why would he need to loosen his hold!? He doesn't want to fall! He doesn't want to die! But- but if he doesn't. Blue Moon might do something. He has to. He doesn't want to get in trouble. So he slowly unclenched his hands. Trembling out of fear that he might start plummeting down.

Blue Moon flashed him a toothy grin. He had so many teeth. They were like Blood Moon's but one side of his face had some that looked more like vampire fangs. And he would know what that would look like. It was terrifying. Why did Blue Moon do it all the time? This weird terrifying giant wide grin like some sort of crazed clown. As much as it was terrifying though it often filled him with a sense of calmness. Like he should be okay with it. Like Blue Moon was trying to share his happiness or something. But right now he felt terror.

Runes you can hold. But not so tight. as they can break and deliver quite a fright. They are like rocks but they look like a plate. They easily shatter if they hold too much weight.

Lunar's hands spasmed as they tightened before quickly releasing. He didn't want to break them. He barely understood how he was holding on in the first place. He would definitely fall if he broke them. What was Blue Moon doing. He felt like a baby bird being thrown out of the nest. Except this baby bird didn't have any wings nor did I have the instinct to fly.

A-arrow? I d-don't- humm. I-

Eclipse!

Lunar jumped as he was interrupted. The loud booming voice swallowed whatever he had attempted to say. Blue Moon looked down with a growl. Lunar tried to follow his line of sight only to suck in a breath and close his eyes once again. He was pretty sure he saw Golden Freddy. He thinks he looked upset. It didn't really matter at the moment. All that matter was the reminder of how f###ing high up he was.

Eclipse bring Lunar down! I don't think he's having any fun and neither am I!

You speak as if he has completed the dance, but he has not had a chance. Soon he will have his fun. But only once the dance is done.

Lunar internally agreed with Golden Freddy's claims. He would definitely like to go down. And he wasn't having any fun. And he was honestly scared of what kind of "fun" Blue Moon had in mind. Blue Moon kept saying he was going to dance. He didn't know how to dance. But then again what could he do. He had to listen. He had to do whatever Blue Moon wanted or else he would get in trouble. He surely would. Especially since Blue Moon wasn't agreeing with Golden Freddy. Blue Moon was the one who brought him here. He could bring him back. He could go back. He couldn't go back. He couldn't. He didn't want to. So he'll listen. He'll do everything he says.

Dimming Light let's begin. Runes like a rope. They will swing and bend. Come prance around within the sky. The runes will hold you. I do not lie.

Lunar numbly nodded. It wasn't the first time with a rope. It was just more physical than this one. He desperately hoped that Blue Moon simply wanted him to swing around. So he did just that. Swinging his body back and forth in order to encourage the motion. Surprisingly the runes did act exactly like a rope. And swung in a similar fashion. It was just invisible. He claimed a slight bit of confidence back. As long as he imagined it like a normal rope and then perhaps he could get done with this impromptu lesson.

Yes! but move it with more vigor. Ask the world around you to not let the rope linger. See how they listen to my command. Even with how still I stand.

Blue Moon flicked a finger and the string of runes he had been holding on to seemed to move on their own. The "rope" that he held on to was still there but the rest of it seemed to just float forward towards lunar's form. Lunar tried to mimic his movement. He tried to imagine the runes separating and moving in a strange snake-like way. But his hands trembled. He couldn't let go. But I needed to let go. Why couldn't he do as he was told. Why couldn't he let go? He just needed to lift a finger. Or at least have the stupid things move but they stayed still.

Lunar swallowed as he looked back at Blue Moon. Again with that devilish grin on his face.

I- I- I ca- can't. I- I don't- I don't know. I- I-

Oh god what was he supposed to say. "I'm sorry. I failed. I cannot do magic. Can I please go back to the ground?" He would surely be punished. They would be disappointed. He would get in so much trouble. Golden Freddy had been so kind. It was different from the other bear. And Blue Moon had helped him get out. Had comforted him. But they could all be white lies. They could all be lying again. He had to make sure he was worth it. He just had to. So instead he swallowed his words. Tucking his body as close as he could and shutting his eyes shut. At least if he was going to get punished. He didn't have to see it.

Perhaps I should help you feel the wind. Then you could take it and use it for your own whims.

He tried to process Blue Moon's odd riddle. Feel the wind? Wasn't he touching a rune? His pondering was cut off short. Suddenly he was whipped off in a random direction. A scream fell out of him as his eyes burst open. He could barely see the ground as it whipped around him. Suddenly the movement stopped And he was again abruptly jolted into place. This time instead of holding on to a vertical magical rope he was on a horizontal one. Clutching to it as if he was a koala.

See how the wind moves and dances. Feel how it twists and turns as it advances. Take it and use it. Use it as your command. Make it so you can stand.

Lunar breathed heavily. The only thing he had felt through the whole experience was how much his body hurts. He didn't have any of the restrictions anymore but It still felt like his nerves were on fire whenever he moved. Golden Freddy helped suppress the absent pain. But right now he was not here and it was all a-new. His arms shook with the power he was placing into them. His legs too also had a burning sensation for how much strength he was using to hold on to the length of magical rope. If this was what magic felt like. And then he wasn't sure he wanted to feel it at all.

Blue Moon just sat there expectedly. Although his posture was strange. It was like some sort of lizard in the vines. His magical rope twisted around in strange ways. Almost as if he was in some thick tree line. Blue Moon sat there. Well a sat would be a vague descriptor. It was more like he was posed there. His head hung low. His arms stretched out clutching different parts of the magical rope. His back legs contorting slightly as they bent upwards along with his torso. It almost looked like he was about to snap out a tongue like a chameleon. But instead he just sat there. Body slightly trembling. It was almost as if he was holding himself back from doing something.

Lunar decided to stop focusing on Blue Moon's form and try to command the runes again. Closing his eyes on purpose as an extra measure to increase his concentration. Maybe it would be like some sort of movie. Where was better to imagine it vaguely instead of trying to see it happen.

Lunar please let go! You're not safe! I'll catch you! Eclipse isn't-

Lunar had just barely processed Golden Freddy's words before Blue Moon snapped out in a loud snarl. It echoes through the area. He could feel the vibrations in his mechanisms. Why did Golden Freddy want him to fall? What does he mean it's not safe? What was he saying about Blue Moon? He looked back at the figure in question. Only for his body to freeze at the site. All of Blue Moon's rays were tucked into their face as close as they could. His once blue eye was now a swirling red pentagram. Lunar had only seen this face a couple times but he knew what it meant. Blue Moon was angry.

Suddenly with new vigor he tried to get the runes to listen to him. Opting this time to try and shake the rope manually. Perhaps he could untangle it from whatever Blue Moon had done to get it into this position. This unfortunately got Blue Moon's attention back. The devilish grin growing more and more evil. Suddenly Blue Moon had closed the distance. Parsley grabbing the end of the rope closest to his hands and tugging it upwards. The once stuck rope easily moved to his command. Drawing lunar's face to him.

No no. You do not seem to understand. You have to use magic, not your hands. But it seems Dead Bear wants you down. Perhaps I can show you the fastest way to the ground.

Lunar's eyes widened in fear. Suddenly this didn't feel like Blue Moon. It felt like something else. Something he thought he had forgotten. He really should have known when he first Asked Blue Moon who he was. He said that "he was him and another. You most likely would have called him brother." He had a hard time understanding Blue Moon then. But now it made a lot more sense. He was him. But he was also Blood Moon. This felt like Blood Moon. It felt like the crazed bloodthirsty killer he once had known. But this time. He was much bigger. And much more powerful.

But once the realization came upon him, so did the air start rushing up past him. The runes that had been his rope disappeared in Blue Moon's hands. He wasn't grasping onto anything anymore. He was just falling. He vaguely heard a yell from Golden Freddy. But at that moment his only thought was that he had to grab something. Anything! He didn't care if it was magic! He didn't care if it was a real rope! He didn't even care if he was a magically summoned rope! All that mattered was that he grabbed onto something! And as suddenly as a thought appeared. So did his hands grasp onto something.

Suddenly the world jerked to a stop. He heard a yell above him and below him. At first he didn't move. Simply clutching onto whatever he had grabbed. But the rope wiggled more. And suddenly the yelling became clear. Blue Moon sounded like he was snarling and growling. And Golden Freddy... Golden Freddy was yelling his name? He slowly opened his eyes. The fuzzy outline of a rope invaded his vision with how close he had tucked himself in. Wait a rope? He blinked as he leaned back to observe the rope that was now in his hands. It didn't look magical. And it felt very real. But soon the rope wiggled and he looked up in order to figure out where the rope was attached to.

Up above him. Still tied together by the magical rope was Blue Moon. Desperately trying to hold himself up as the rope lunar now had was tied fiercely around his arm. Lunar's weight tugging him down. A Blue Moon trying to keep himself up as he now held the new weight. Suddenly another yell from Golden Freddy directed his eyes down. He wasn't that far from the ground actually now. Perhaps a good 15ft. And right below him stood Golden Freddy. Arms held out inviting him to jump.

Come on! Come on lunar jump off! I'll catch you! We need to get away from Eclipse! Now!

Lunar did as he was asked. Quickly letting go of the strange rope and into Golden Freddy's arms. Golden Freddy catching him with an oof. Before adjusting his hold and running off towards the mansion.

Oh thank heaven's you're safe. I was starting to get worried Blue Moon was just going to eat you up there.

Eat- Eat me?! Wh-Why?!

Because Eclipse refuses to eat anything until it becomes too hard for him to hold back.

But! But!? Why would he eat me?!

Because he eats metal, oil, and animatronics. As much as him not being teleported away is a great opportunity to have some fun in his own universe. It also means he can't eat non-descriptively! And that big lug of an idiot is too much of a sweetheart to try to eat the staff bots!

Lunar pondered Golden Freddy's words. It sounded like Blue Moon didn't want to eat animatronics But he had to. Usually going to other universes was able to fill him up. But since it had been so long he hadn't been able to quence that hunger. Probably didn't mean to scare him. He was just losing his mind. Like Blood Moon always did. Except for Blood Moon it wasn't friends or family they were eating. Except then again. Blood Moon doesn't really care for family in the first place.

Golden Freddy set Lunar down in the mansion before turning around and locking the door behind him. Quickly running to the far side of the room to go into a storage room.

Lunar I'm going to need you to go up to your room and grab that radio I gave you a couple days ago. I'm pretty sure I don't have any more spares so we're going to have to use that one. Don't worry I'll get you a new one when I got time.

Um okay. Why are we getting a radio?

Because Blue Moon also eats metal and oil. He just needs something to entice him a little bit more. A dead channel on the radio sounds just like the static that comes out of a dying robot.

Lunar cringed at the idea. But in a sick fashion it made sense. It was like tying rabbit fur to a stick to train hunting dogs. Except they were tying a radio on a dead channel to get Blue Moon to leave them alone. Lunar ran up the stairs. Carefully guiding himself to the room that was once apparently glamrock Freddy's. Quickly grabbing the old time radio and rushing back down the stairs. Giving Golden Freddy a look as the bear now held two canisters.

Wha- What are those?

Some big jugs of oil. Once he destroys that radio we are going to need something to keep him tied over until I can teleport a staff bot over here. Now place the radio in the middle of the foyer and get it tuned into a dead channel. If you can't find any, take a hammer to the speaker. That will work too.

Lunar simply nodded in agreement. Quickly running the radio over and placing it on the ground. Luckily it wasn't that hard to find a dead channel. Seeing as they were in the middle of nowhere. Once the static started lunar jumped as a roar echoed through the mansion. A crash happening somewhere near the back door they had just locked.

All right! Yep! Nope! get out of here Lunar! And stay in your room until I come to get you!

Lunar quickly ran up the stairs not even sparing Golden Freddy a glance. He would come out when Golden Freddy called. He still didn't want to get in more trouble than he already probably was. But for now he just wanted to get away. And he was going to take the only opportunity he had.

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Blue Moon blinked as he came back to. Blurrily looking at his surroundings. What had he been doing? They had been doing magic with TF Lunar. But they're having no success. And then he. Suddenly his eyes shut up with awareness as realization dawned on him. Shaking as he glanced down at clawed hands covered in oil. He had gotten impatient! He had gotten hungry! It was just supposed to be a magic lesson but it took it too far! He lost himself! TF Lunar was too scared the entire time and he didn't even notice because it filled him with a sense of fullness! It felt good to watch the poor bot stutter stumble and shake! Oh God did he kill him?!

He was standing within seconds. Quickly looking around at the floor underneath him. There was scrap metal everywhere. An oil seemed to leak out of every corner of the floor. He looked around desperately for any piece of clothing or casing that would tell him whether whatever he had ripped up had been TF Lunar or not. Luckily he was given an answer as a Golden Freddy sounded out at him from the top of the stairs.

You better be back to your senses! Because you owe somebody a big apology! I'm pretty sure you scared the lights out of lunar! You should have just told me you were that bad off! You know I can suppress it for longer if I actually know what's going on!

Golden's yelling voice was honestly the greatest relief he had had in the couple seconds he had been aware. TF Lunar was alive. But scared. Oh he was probably so scared. Any chance of making friends with the small bot we're going down the drain at this very moment. Suddenly his body was moving on its own. Crouching down to a demeaning crawl as he neared the stairs.

Oh. Oh. Oh dear I probably made such a fright. Please let me speak and make this all right.

Hold your horses Eclipse. Clean yourself off first. Running into his room covered in oil probably isn't going to make whatever you're going to say any better.

Blue Moon stopped as he looked at himself. Black oil stained his figure. His one's beautiful ribbons cast and an oily black. Oh he deeply hopes they Won't take long to clean. Quickly grabbing one of the ribbons into his mouth to lick it clean. Quickly redirecting the restroom so he could clean up properly. Once he was done he came back into the foyer. Ghosts were now mopping up his mess. Golden still took a stand up at the top of the stairs. Spotting Blue Moon and giving him a quick wave before heading down the hallway. Blue Moon quickly crawled up behind him. Before slowing his steps so as to not scare TF Lunar more than he probably was.

Golden Freddy slowly opened the door. Peeping a head inside.

Hey sport. Eclipse is all better now. And he wants to say sorry. You're all right if he comes in? You can say no. But I do think you two need to talk. So if you don't want them in your bedroom then I would suggest you come out to the hallway.

Blue Moon stayed completely silent as he watched the exchange. Every fiber of his being wanted to run in and give the small bot a tight hug. Spill out apologies and promise never to do it again. But instead he stayed still. The familiar tingle of anxiety running through his form. Soon the door opened up wider. TF Lunar slowly popped his head out the opening. Clearly not wanting to leave the safe space of his bedroom. Clutching the door frame so that he could probably shut the door as soon as he could. Golden Freddy made no advance to open the door any wider. Simply stepping out of the way so that TF Lunar could look at the Blue Moon clearly.

Blue Moon tried the curl up on himself. His tail ribbons curling up and meeting his front arms in his crouch down position. Soon he was nothing more than a cat loaf. Slightly trembling with all his rays pointing down in sad defeat. TF Lunar almost seems surprised at Blue Moon's fear. Eyes darting around wildly. Confusion prickling at his face as he slowly advanced out of the door. Blue Moon equally matched his steps out with steps backward.

Reflected Glow I did not mean to bring you such pain. If you would like, you do not have to see me again.

Reflected Glow?

Blue Moon paused as he quickly reflected. Trying desperately to figure out why the name he had been calling him suddenly changed.

Dimming Light you are not. For I cannot simply change the damage time has caused. You reflect your light in a soft glow. All I can do now is show you the love you've never known.

TF Lunar paused as he pondered Blue Moon's words. Blue Moon hopefully glanced over at Golden. silently pleading for help. Golden simply gave him a neutral expression. Looking away from his line of sight. Blue Moon tucked into himself more. A part of him wanted to disappear. TF Lunar's eyes widened before lowering into a soft glance.

So you don't think you can help me by just giving me a new life. I hold on to what I am given and so you want to just show me love so I can feel it instead?

Blue Moon quickly nodded. That was probably the best explanation for the sudden name change. He simply wanted to make TF Lunar happy.

So- so you won't try to eat me. An-d you won't try to force me to learn magic again. R-right?

Yes yes that is all true. I never meant harm to you. A mistake so careless. A hunger that compels us. Please do not come near. Make sure we have devoured and make sure it is clear.

Blue Moon curled into himself more. Laying his head down in a bow. He never wanted to scare TF Lunar. And he felt so terrible for what he had done. He heard a soft sigh above him. Before soft footprints headed towards his form. He felt fingertips graze the back of his faceplate. Apprehension tainted the touch. But soon those hands gained their confidence. Grabbing the sides of his faceplate and drawing them towards themselves. TF Lunar hugging the large bots head to his chest.

Okay.

The word was soft But it was heard. Blue Moon quickly hugged back. Faceplate ramming itself closer to TF Lunar's chest and hands escaping to wrap themselves around.

I'm so sorry- so s-s-orry- so-o sor-ry. sorrry ssor-ry s-orry nev-er a-a-gain-never again.

Blue Moon's body shook as he rambled out apologies. Burrowing himself into the embrace. Now tightly coddling TF Lunar. But the embrace was quickly interrupted by Golden's loud clap. Blue Moon abruptly dropping TF Lunar and scuttling away. He was not going to have a repeat of what happened because of a startle.

Well now that that is all over. I want to congratulate lunar for doing his first uninstructed spell. Now we will need to look into this more given that this was done in a stressful situation. But this long rope is quite an impressive summon.

Both Blue Moon and TF Lunar stared at Golden Freddy. Both caught off guard by the comment. Blue Moon started loudly laughing. TF Lunar joining in with small stifled giggles.

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Blue Moon / Eclipse / Arrow

Golden / Dead Bear / Golden Freddy

TF Lunar / Dimming Light / Reflected Glow -belongs to @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog

Finally got this posted. But before I start rambling about this thing's creation history.

I really hope I got TF Lunar's personality right. This is the first story where I really wanted to get the crossover characters perspective entirely. As the previous two stories which this happened were very short and very quick. As you can see a good half of the story is from TF Lunar's perspective.

I also wanted to use the story as an in-depth explanation of how magic works in RBB. Plus I wanted to show off how Blue Moon can "lose it" in his home universe. His craving is just like Blood Moon except unlike Blood Moon it will kill his friends and family if he's not careful.

This also might be one of my longest stories? Either that or just felt so long because of how long it took me to actually get it down. But I finally posted this thing after it's been in the works forever. I did not want to post it at first because I wanted to put the art piece with the finished product but that was just holding it back. So when my computer broke I took the chance and simply started writing.

This thing's placement (due to it being such a late post) is a bit squamous in its placement in the crossover timeline. This happens before Blue Moon becomes friends with Saturn and the first meeting with BTB solar. As it is after this story, TF Lunar helps Blue Moon become friends with a BTB solar.

This thing had a lot of development troubles. Other than the whole probably autism not letting me write the story for so long because I wanted to finish the art piece. But because right in the story was stopped by a writing block. Plus the story got halfway deleted before I was able to post it.

#crossover story #story #red blue and black #trapped forever au #blue moon #tf lunar #tsams au #sams au #sams #tsams #RBB Golden Freddy

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We lie awake in love and fear pt. 2

MASTERLIST

From a @lilacmermaid25 prompt - Rebecca's legs cause Ted's brain to short circuit.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The window was wide open, Rebecca could hear the boys shouting and jeering with each other. She continued to work her way through her inbox until she heard Roy call the whistle when she stood and went to stand at the window so she could see them all lined up. They looked so excited to give their gift to Ted. Sam and Isaac led them off - both surprisingly good singers. She giggled at the dance moves. Roy nodded his head in time to the music, she was so proud that he’d managed to arrange the routine. By the time Dani was stepping up for his solo, she was on the verge of tears - the combination of being so very proud of the team, and of the goodbye itself. Dani’s gentle chorus of "Adios" nearly tipped her over the edge and she clutched at the window frame, leaning over for a closer look. Ted and Beard turned to watch Dani join the others in the stands as they reached the finale. She could barely hold herself upright. Then she heard Ted, with a smile in his voice.

"Thank you fellas. That was perfect." She sighed with relief, pulled the window closed and pressed her forehead against the glass. She'd need a very large glass of wine over lunch with her mum, the day was proving just as highly strung as she’d expected. She felt like an acrobat on the highwire just millimeters from a fall.

After their slightly awkward morning, and fortified by the wine at lunchtime, Rebecca braced herself to talk to Ted. She knew realistically that it had to be today, tomorrow was match day and she didn't want it to overshadow the game. She knew he'd sneak off as soon as he could to avoid any prolonged goodbyes, so that left her with now. Right now. She went down to the office, but it was dark and quiet. Only the pink gift bags from Keeley stood out. He'll be in the stands. She knew exactly that that's where he'd be.

"I'm ready to talk now." She stated. And she did. She covered every thought that popped into her head, the schools, the money, selling the club. Threw in a joke about going away to “sleep, drink, fuck.” She poured every ounce of love into what was ultimately a one-sided conversation.

"You liven up the place, Ted. I don't think I can do this without you." A sob rose in her throat. "Believe it or not, I'm not trying to change your mind. I know you have your heart set on this. I just need you to know how I feel." She placed a hand over his, "Would you… would you come back to mine? For a drink?" He shook his head. That final dismissal was almost too much. She nodded in acceptance, not daring to speak any more. Reluctantly, she squeezed his shoulder and left him to his thoughts.

Once again, she found herself in bed with a large glass of wine, still working on the same page of her book as the previous night. Again, she was distracted by the doorbell.

"If that's Beard again…" She mumbled. She checked the app before she bothered moving. Hoping it could be someone she could ignore - an incorrect food delivery or taxi driver. It was Ted, and he appeared to be alone. He had his back to the door, only turning when he heard it open. She wore a pink silk cami and shorts set - no robe this time. No counter to hide her legs.

"Fuck me." He whispered. Rebecca raised an eyebrow in surprise. Well, not quite a surprise given how he’d been looking at her that morning and been trying to hide. "Sorry, Rebecca. I didn't mean to disturb you. I feel bad for how I left things between us earlier tonight. I wanted to apologise." She didn't say anything, offering him the same silent treatment he'd given her. "I'm sorry." He tagged on.

"Would you like a drink?" She asked. He shook his head. "For fucks sake Ted, I know why you're being so… not you. But quite honestly it's giving me the fucking creeps. This odd, emotionless version of you. I don't like it. This isn’t my Te-" she stopped abruptly. Not my Ted - don’t fucking say that, “this isn’t the Ted I know.”

"I'm sorry 'bout that, Rebecca. I'm just tryin’ to get through the next couple of days, that's all. Some big emotions goin’ round the place - the game tomorrow, me leavin’. Feels like we’re all just clinging on like Jack and Rose on that door. I’m just tryin’ to make it through in one piece."

"At what cost, Ted? You’re allowed to be upset for the life you’re leaving behind, you know? You’re allowed to miss us. I can't stand to see you like this. I miss the Ted who finds humour in everything, who is so giving and so caring and so passionate, I miss-" She was cut off unexpectedly with a searing kiss. He'd taken a stride forwards, taken her face into his large hands, and kissed her hard. "I miss you." She trembled. "I'm going to miss you. So much."

"I'm gonna miss you too sweetheart. Gonna miss how riled up you get, gonna miss how when you blush, it starts right here," he placed his hand in the center of her chest, "gonna miss how loudly you roll your eyes. I'm really gonna miss your legs." She shifted closer to him, bringing her hand to his waist. She leaned up to kiss his jawline, keeping her eyes on him. "This really ain't a good idea." He muttered.

“I feel like I should say something about not always getting what you want, but getting what you need?” She muttered against his collarbone. He raised his foot behind him to kick the door shut.

“What if they’re the same thing?” She pulled away from him slightly. “If I’m leaving, I want you to know that I want you and that I need you.” Her eyes filled with unshed tears and she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I wasn’t going to let myself do this. What if it hurts too much when you go?”

“If it was always going to hurt, then doesn’t this make it worth it?” She closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder and he swayed her slightly in his arms. After a moment, she looked up.

“Well then I want you too. And I need you more than you could possibly imagine. The trouble is I only have you for a few hours” He smiled sadly,

“I know. Do you want me to leave? I don’t want to make this goodbye any worse.” She shook her head firmly.

“No, I don’t care if it makes it worse. I don’t care, I just need you.” The tears threatened to spill down her cheeks but he kissed them away,

“I got you, baby. I got you. Let me love you.” He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her nose until he captured her mouth. He spun her on the spot and backed her into the door, the wood was cool on the silk of her nightwear and made her shiver, she pulled him closer seeking his warmth, and the weight of his body against hers. His hands and kisses were everywhere, Rebecca felt overwhelmed with trying to concentrate on one sensation at a time, trying to commit each one to memory. The roughness of his hands at her waist, on her thigh, the hot kisses against her throat and travelling down between her breasts. He caught a nipple between his teeth through her cami and her whole body arched towards him.

“Please, Ted-” she moaned. He lifted her top over her head to allow for better access and fell to his knees in front of her. She tangled her hands through his hair, pulling it gently and making him moan against her soft belly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He smirked.

“Haven’t, ooof,” she gasped as his hands moved to grab her ass and pull her towards him, “haven’t done anything. Yet.”

“Yet. May I?” He asked, hooking her waistband under his fingers. She nodded, a little bashful, and a blush bloomed from the center of her chest - just as he said it did. He took his time, following the silk material down her legs with kisses and little bites. He found the spot just behind her knee that made her giggle. “Way to ruin a moment there, Welton.”

“It’s not my fault there’s a very fine line between you tickling me and you… oh holy shit, Ted, you doing that.” He’d taken one of her legs and placed it carefully over his shoulder, exposing her to him fully, and placed a kiss at her core.

“Haven’t done anything yet.” He threw her teasing words back at her, earning him a glare.

“I can still tell you to go home.”

“Really?” He stopped completely, sitting back on his heels. She had been joking, but his commitment to checking in had her legs turning to jelly.

“No. Stay all night, I dare you.” She smiled down at him, brushing his hair off his forehead and cupping his cheek. He leaned into her and kissed her palm.

“Anything for you, Becca.” She pulled him to standing.

“Don’t say that,” she said, shaking her head, “The one thing I want is the thing I can’t have.” The comment lingered between them. Everything she wanted would be gone by morning. “But let’s not think about that now. Take me to bed so you can finish what you started.” He rested his forehead against hers before kissing her softly and leading her upstairs.

Rebecca sat on the bed and pulled Ted closer by his belt buckle.

“You’re frustratingly overdressed, Ted.” She muttered, working to undo the catch. She pushed his Richmond sweater up, a hint for him to take it off, which he took.

“I was busy with you. I’d like to be busy with you again.”

“Patience. I’m trying to tattoo this into my brain so I can remember you like this forever.” He reached down to kiss her,

“You’ll see me again sweetheart.”

“Not like this. Not for the first time.” She pushed his khakis down his legs, heat coiling in her belly at the sight of him.

“Now can I finish what I started?” He kissed her and laid her back on the bed before kissing his way down her body, getting to his knees in front of her once again. "Have I told you how beautiful you are yet?"

"Hmm. Not yet." She giggled.

"Well y'are. So beautiful, so perfect." He placed kisses and nips across her thighs, getting closer to where she most needed him, placing a strong hand on her hip to hold her still. She writhed under his kisses, getting more and more impatient.

"Ted, please, please just touch me, you're killing me." Finally, finally, he flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue, her hands fly to tangle in his hair and fuck his mouth feels so good. She was so wet and ready for him, he quickly settled into a rhythm with his tongue before sliding a couple of fingers into her and curling them. He kept pace, knowing exactly where and how she needed him. He could feel her unraveling beneath him, shaking, with his name on her lips like a prayer. As soon as she regained the feeling in her trembling hands, she pulled him up her body and into a deep kiss. "My god, Ted," she sighed, "I really am going to have to insist that you stay now." He laughed, pressing kisses into her neck while she still tried to catch her breath. She feels him, hard and hot against her thigh and it's not long before his kisses move down to her breasts with a gentle bite to one nipple while he brushes the pad of his thumb roughly over the other. She arches her back, trying to get a much contact with his body as possible. Her hand trails down between, gripping him, before slowly stroking him. He stuttered against her skin with a low moan and moved between her legs to fully cover her body. He pulled back to look her in the eye,

"You sure about this? We can still-"

"I'm sure, Ted. I need to feel you inside me, I need to love you." He kissed her firmly as he pushed into her, covering her obscene moans with his mouth, "Yesss" She hissed, bringing her legs up to lock around his hips, bringing him deeper.

"Fuck, Rebecca, you feel so good." He rocked into her slowly, languidly, the closeness pulling her apart once again. He considered speeding up, fucking her into the mattress, but she spoke directly into his ear, biting his earlobe first, "Stay with me, Ted, I need you right here."

"I got you baby, I'm always yours." Her body trembled in his arms as she called out his hand over, and over. His release came only seconds later, he went to move but she placed a hand between his shoulder blades.

"Don't move yet." She whispered.

"I'll hurt you." He said with a sad smile, she shook her head.

"You could never." He rolled just enough so that she could breathe easier, but held her in his arms. "I'm always yours." She repeated back to him. They cleaned up together in the shower and climbed into bed.

"You sure you want me to stay over?"

"I dared you, didn't I? If this night is all I get, then I want all of it." She ran her fingers through his hair as he told her his plans for when he got back to Kansas. She noted how he never called it 'home'. Eventually, they fell asleep, limbs tangled together.

Rebecca woke at some ungodly hour with Ted's hands everywhere. She wasn't sure if he'd try to sneak out, a gallant attempt to make things easier for them both, but two orgasms before breakfast made her very pleased that he'd stayed. They ate croissants together, stealing shy glances at one another, before Ted looked up at the kitchen clock and sighed.

"Back to reality?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Regrets?"

"Non, je ne regrette rien."

"Now you're just being cruel." Ted laughed. "Those legs? That smile? Seeing you come apart over and over? And then you speak French to me?" He shook his head. "Cruel."

"I've got to leave you with something, Ted." She giggled. "Time to go. Good luck for the match." He kissed her one final time, briefly, chastely.

They won. Not quite the whole fucking thing, thanks to Man City, but close. They spent a magical night with the team at Ola's. The live band karaoke was wild and despite Ted’s impending departure, everyone was in good spirits. Rebecca left him alone to take some time with each of the team. She'd had her goodbye. She snuck off into the night, leaving the celebrations and her broken heart behind.

She watched five planes depart after Ted's the following morning. She hadn't been able to resist one final declaration, though she had managed to not kiss him. She held off until she knew he wasn't getting off the plane, sitting with Beard and Jane until he'd given her a small nudge and said, "I think that's it, don't you?" She'd told them to go ahead, she'd see them later, and emerged into the bright sunshine of a new Monday morning.

"It… it's you?" A familiar Dutch voice spoke up.

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Read the sequel? HERE 💜

#ted lasso #tedbecca #ted and rebecca #tedlassoedit #ted lasso s3 #rebecca x ted #rebecca welton #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfiction

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