#fic: we'll fly so far away

[datauthorress]

we'll fly so far away [chapter 5]

Pairing: Logan / Original Female Character, Logan / Original Male Character, Original Female Character / Original Male Character

Summary: Approached by Charles Xavier, Shelby is invited to stay at the X-Mansion to better learn to control her psychic powers. There, she finds her best friend, Kahn and Logan, a grumpy, temperamental man who has a soft spot for Kahn and then eventually Shelby.

Rating: E

A/N: Alternate Universe – Takes place in 2024, with references from the movies and other media. Has most of the characters from the film series.

He could feel.

He could feel his own mind, his memories.

He saw himself, his parents. The land they lived on. He could see himself growing up. Saw himself becoming an adult and joining the military and….

Project Weapon X.

He remembered. He remembered what had been taken from him. What was given to him. He remembered escaping, remembered wandering and remembered meeting Charles and the rest of the X-Men. He remembered Kahn, the love that grew for the younger man. He remembered their first kiss, their first time, their first confession of love.

And he remembered her.

Shelby. Her name was Shelby. She was struggling to control her powers and Charles had invited her to stay so she could learn.

He remembered the games they played, the card games and board games and Shelby winning poker for the first time on the first try, leaving Logan completely baffled. He remembered getting his ass kicked as chess by her. He remembered her talking about her reptiles and what kind they were and what kind of care they needed.

He remembered the three of them going to the store and Sabretooth knocking them off the road.

He remembered her fighting with him against Sabretooth. He remembered watching her get knocked out by a tranquilizer.

And…..

He remembered her laying on the snowy forest floor beneath him, blood dribbling down the side of her mouth and down her chin. She was saying something to him.

He could feel his own claws in her flesh, the bright red blood spurting from the wound as his claws sheathed, the pain of long forgotten memories echoing through his mind.

He could feel her heartbeat. Slowing down and then…

Stopping.

Logan’s eyes shot open and he let out a shout, sweat beading across his forehead.

“Logan, you’re safe!”

Charles. That was Charles’ voice.

Logan took a sharp, shaky breath and glanced over to his right side to see Charles, in his wheelchair, worry etched across his features. “Charles,” he breathed.

“Welcome back, Logan.” Charles smiled softly. “How are you feeling?”

“I….I feel…..alright, physically. But my mind…..” Logan said, putting a hand to his forehead.

“That’s what happens when a still learning Telepath transfers memories and forms a psychic link with you.” Charles spoke.

“What?” Logan asked, confused.

“When Shelby absorbed the memories of Dr. Cornelius and she couldn’t reach you via her voice alone, she decided on sharing those memories with you,” Charles explained. “In turn, those memories unlocked your hidden memories of your past. Those memories are now, organized in the same way her own mind is. Doors that lead to certain memories. This was created in order to organize those memories and not overwhelm you.”

“You said she formed a…psychic link?” Logan asked, sitting up in the hospital bed he was in.

“Yes. However, the link was by accident.” Charles replied. “When she invaded your subconscious, a piece of her own went with it. This allowed a mental link to be born between the two of you. This link will allow you to feel each other’s feelings, sensations, perhaps even read each other’s thoughts.”

“Where is she? Is she okay? The last memory I have of her was her…bleeding.”

Charles hesitated for a moment, before he gave a soft sigh. “You can hear her heartbeat, correct?”

“Yes. I can feel it alongside my own,” Logan replied.

“Logan, you need to know that what happened wasn’t your fault. You were being controlled. It wasn’t you.” Charles said.

“Charles, what did I do?” Logan whispered.

Charles’ features softened. “Come with me.”

Logan got out of bed and followed Charles down the hallway, to a window that would look inside. Logan noticed Jean standing beside a bed checking vitals, Kahn sitting inside by the bed and then he saw Shelby lying in the bed, hooked up to various machines. She was covered in bruises and lacerations, bandages covering nearly all of her skin. An oxygen mask was over her face and nose, giving her oxygen she needed to breathe.

“Oh my god….” Logan whispered, his eyes wide.

“When we found you two, her heart had already stopped.” Charles began. “By terms, Shelby was legally dead. She had lost too much blood. About halfway back to the mansion, Jean realized that Shelby’s heart had started up again and we soon realized it was in sync with yours. After her surgery, I managed to look into her mind and saw the connection she had formed with you, but it hadn’t completely finished forming until you were almost back to the mansion.”

“The reason she’s alive is….because of me?”

“Yes. She lives only because you live, Logan.” Charles replied. “She took a great risk with wounding herself in order to give you those memories.”

“What are her injuries?” Logan asked.

“Logan-,”

“Charles, what are her injuries?”

Charles hesitated for a moment before he spoke. “Multiple bruises and lacerations, multiple stab wounds to the sternum and thigh. Two black eyes.”

“This is all my fault.” Logan whispered.

“Logan, no one blames you.” Charles said firmly. “You were not in control. Shelby has freed you from their control.”

“At nearly the cost of her own life!” Logan exclaimed. “Look at her, Charles! She looks dead!”

“But she’s not and you know that, Logan.” Charles said. “And I know for a fact that she doesn’t blame you one bit for what happened.”

“But-!”

“Kahn doesn’t blame you either.” Charles said. “It is not your fault, Logan.”

Logan clenched his fingers into tight fists and he glanced through the window at her. He wanted to walk away, to leave and blame himself for everything….but….

“Logan, go inside.” Charles said gently.

Logan hesitated, before he wrapped a hand around the doorknob and opened the door, getting the attention of both Kahn and Jean. Kahn was up in a nanosecond, going to Logan’s side.

“Logan,” Kahn whispered, cerulean eyes a bit watery.

“I’m so sorry,” Logan whispered back.

Kahn pulled the other man close, burying his nose in that thick, dark hair. Logan couldn’t help but wrap his own strong arms around Kahn’s slender waist, squeezing him tight against him. “Shh….it’s alright,” the younger man said softly.

After about a minute, Logan pulled out of the hug a bit. “How is she?” he asked softly.

“Stable,” Kahn replied. “She came out of surgery a few hours ago.”

Logan’s gaze landed on her form and he hesitated to get closer, hesitated because he was the one who hurt her, no matter what anyone else said. “Will she be okay?”

“It’ll be a long recovery, but yes. She’ll be alright.” Kahn nodded.

“Why don’t you two get some rest?” Jean suggested. “I’ll let you know when she wakes up.”

Kahn nodded in agreement and took hold of his boyfriend’s hand before leading him out of the room. Logan glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes softening before he followed Kahn out.

~

Everything hurt.

It hurt to move. To open her eyes. To do anything but lay there. Was she dead?

She moved her head slightly, and for once, her head wasn’t pounding. She felt completely exhausted, sore and just completely run down. She forced her eyes to open the slightest bit and she could feel a faint presence close to her.

“Logan…? Kahn….?” She murmured.

“Shhh,” she heard Jean’s voice, a hand gently touching her cheek. “They’re safe. You’re safe. Just rest, please.”

That was all the initiative she needed before falling back asleep.

She woke up in brief moments for as long as she could remember, often encouraged by Jean or Professor Xavier to keep resting. She even heard Kahn’s voice once before she had fallen back asleep. Shelby could remember each and every time she woke up.

When she woke next, she managed to open her eyes more despite both of her eyes being bruised. She groaned softly and felt Kahn’s presence before his touch, a smooth hand gently cupping her cheek.

“You’re alright,” he said gently, thumb softly stroking across her cheek.

“Where….?” She mumbled.

“Where’s Logan?” he asked, and she gave a brief nod. “He’s alright.”

“Wanna….see him…you….” Shelby said quietly. Gods, she was so exhausted.

“Next time, I promise. You need to keep resting.” He said.

Shelby fell back asleep, only coming to once more when she felt Logan’s presence in her mind before she felt his presence next to her. She shifted slightly, wincing as she moved and she reached out, but found her arm too heavy to keep up for very long.

“Logan?” she called out.

“I’m here,” he answered and Shelby felt a rough hand take her bandaged one.

“So…tired…” she murmured.

She heard Logan’s voice, but couldn’t make out what he was saying as darkness clouded her once more.

~

It took Shelby four days to finally come out of the haze she had been in, her mind stabilizing as her body began to heal. Each time she woke up for a brief amount of time, Charles, Jean, Logan or Kahn was there and she had even seen Scott too, and Kitty and Storm. She had wanted to stay awake for longer, but she needed the rest.

When she woke up fully, it was Charles and Jean at her bedside. Shelby took a slow, deep breath, allowing air to filter through her lungs. Her lung felt much better and it was easier to breathe. She turned her head to Jean first, who smiled at her.

“Hey there,” Jean said gently. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore, tired….how long was I…?” Shelby hesitated to ask.

“Four days,” Jean replied. “You were in and out of consciousness for those four days. This is the first day you’ve fully became aware of your surroundings.”

Shelby sniffed and wrinkled her nose in disgust. God, she stunk. “I want a shower and food…”

Both Jean and Charles chuckled.

“Give it a few more days, then we’ll see about getting you a shower.” Jean replied.

Shelby groaned. She hated being dirty.

~

Jean kept her promise, allowing Shelby to clean up with supervision by Jean. Shelby felt much better after her shower and when she was finished, Jean helped her dress and get back into bed. Her wounds were checked and they were already looking better, but she still had a long road of recovery in front of her.

Shelby glanced up as Kahn and Logan entered the room, with Kahn holding a couple of plastic bags of containers. “We got you your favorite soup.” Kahn said.

“Steak and potato?” she asked, a soft smile on her features.

“Of course,” he said with a chuckle.

Shelby could eat steak and potato soup for days. She didn’t like a lot of soups, but she did enjoy the steak and potato from the local diner in the city. Jean had finally taken her off of the feeding IV line, but still had her hooked up to IV fluids. Kahn set up the rolling tray so she could sit up and eat. She sat up more, letting out a soft wince.

“How are you feeling, bub?” Logan asked, taking the container that was passed to him.

“Better,” she replied, opening up the container of soup. “Jean said that my….my sternum will take about three months to heal completely, but my other injuries are already looking better.”

Logan glanced down at his food, guilt flashing across his features. Kahn nudged him. “Stop that, my heart. You know its not your fault.”

“I know, but-,”

“Stop it,” Shelby said firmly. “I took a risk, a pretty damn big one. I knew what would happen, well, with my sternum, but that’s beside the point. Besides, I’m feeling much better already.”

“You need to take it easy,” Kahn told her.

“Okay, dad.” She said, giving her eyes a little roll before she started eating her soup.

They took the time to eat and chat, mostly about things like the weather or how Kahn’s favorite show had a twist at the end of the recent episode. When they were finished eating, Shelby leaned back against the bed and sighed contently. It felt good to have actual food, even if it was just soup. While Kahn was throwing their trash away, Shelby looked over to Logan.

“Professor Xavier talked to you about the link?” she asked.

“Yea, he did.” Logan replied. “It’s….weird.”

“I know,” she said with a soft sigh. “I didn’t expect a psychic link to form between us….I can try and break it, but I’m not sure how.”

“Nah, it’s….alright. I just have to get used to it,” he said, shaking his head.

“I’ve never made a psychic link with anyone before,” Shelby said, putting a hand to her chin. “I wonder if…..”

“You can make one with me?” Kahn asked, coming back over to the bedside.

“Yeah….or…something between the three of us….” Shelby said, before shaking her head. “No. No, I won’t do that. That’s invasive. Besides, it would be weird for me to invade on your guys’ privacy. Me being able to read Logan’s emotions is probably weird enough.”

“Shelby-,” Kahn began.

“Just….” Shelby interrupted. “I’ll find a way to break the link, I just need some time. I’m sorry,”

“Bub, there’s nothing you need to apologize for-,”

“Logan, really. It’s okay…..” Shelby said softly, wincing softly as she leaned back. “I’m gonna try and get some rest. You guys should do the same.”

Kahn’s gaze softened and he glanced at his boyfriend before giving a nod. He got up and touched Logan’s shoulder gently, encouraging Logan to go with him. Logan sighed softly, before following after Kahn. He glanced at Shelby before he left.

“Get some rest, bub.” He said, before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

Shelby took a deep, shuddering breath and felt tears burn the corners of her eyes.

Fuck.

[orcasoul]

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[suckerforcate]

Hii I love your fics :))

I have a few fic ideas for Emily x fem reader but id never get around to write them myself :)

So I have an idea for a fluffy one where the reader is new to the BAU and has never been on a plane before and is nervous flying and it’s Emily comforting them

Or a more smutty one where Reader is over at Emily’s house or at a party or something and they decide to sneak away and end up playing strip poker

Aviophobia

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Word Count: 797

Warning: anxiety over flying?

Summary: it's your first time flying on the BAU Jet or any plane in general, and you're a bit panicked. Emily calms you.

A/n: It's a pretty short one, but quite cute!! I have the second request in my notes, can't promise I'll write it tho!! Hope you like it anon <3 Would love a repost or comment!!

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This was definitely not normal, was it? Surely you would die now. This was it. You had survived fights with Serial Killers, abductions and an explosion of a bomb. But the first plane ride in your life was that one step too far. That one step that just wasn't justified anymore. You were going to die today.

"Hey, you alright?" Derek's voice cut through your thoughts as he walked past you, stopping for a moment to take a look at you. You were gripping the arm rests like they'd alone keep you alive, and your face felt like it had to be as white a sheet.

"Perfectly fine." You pressed out and gave him a smile that even felt painful. Judging by the face he made, it also looked painful. But thankfully he didn't press the matter and simply walked away.

You shut your eyes again, desperately trying not to panic as the flight gets a bit bumpy. You leaned your head back against the seat and took a deep breath. Just when you thought you'd calmed a bit you hit an air pocket.

You practically felt your heart sink into your stomach, your hand desperately flying to the closest living thing to get comfort from. Which in this case happened to be Emily's leg. She had it propped up on her seat, while reading a book.

As she felt your hand tightly grip onto her leg she looked up from her book surprised. You were honestly too panicked to even register anything. Your eyes were closed, fingers digging into Emily's leg and breathe a bit shaky. You just opened your eyes when you felt a warm hand on your own.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Emily softly asked you as you looked at her. You gave her an apologetic look and loosened your grip a bit, her fingers immediately intertwining themselves with yours. It did wonders to soothe your racing heart.

But just until you hit another air pocket. You squeezed her hand, so tightly it must have surely cut off the blood flow. Realisation crept over her face and her features softened immensely.

"Are you afraid of flying?" She asked, her thing gently brushing over your knuckles. The plane stabilised, and the flight got less bumpy, so you relaxed a bit.

"Apparently. Never flown before today." You admitted and shrugged. It was your first flight ever, and it turned out you did not like it at all. Emily nodded understandingly.

"You know, nothing is going to happen. Turbulence or air pockets are not dangerous. Spencer once said plane crashes mostly occur in the first five minutes or the last eight minutes of the flight." Emily spoken trying to calm you. She had probably not given the information out completely correct, but that didn't really matter. It still slightly calmed you.

"We're right in the middle of it, so it's very improbable that we'll crash." She spoke, voice still soft and soothing. She gave you a reassuring smile that actually helped. You weren't sure what exactly it was about her, but Emily never failed to calm you. In the few weeks you'd been working with the team, Emily had always been the one you had turned to for questions or advice.

"Sorry that I'm so anxious." You apologised, trying to laugh it off nervously. Emily simply shook her head.

"No, it's okay. Flying can be scary." How could one person be so sweet? She didn't judge you, didn't make fun of you or mock you. She simply assured you.

"Why did you never fly before?" She asked gently, her thumb still brushing over your knuckles. You realised it was an attempt to distract you. But you didn't mind.

"We never really had money to go anywhere far away and pay for plane tickets. So we stayed close to home." You explained and shrugged. A life very different to Emily's as the ambassador's daughter.

"We used to always do road trips though. My sister and I could pick the music, and we always got Fast Food. It was the only time we were allowed McDonald's." You spoke, a slight hint of nostalgia in your voice. It had been an obvious attempt to calm you, but it had been efficient nonetheless. You were feeling much calmer.

It became routine. In the plane you sat next to Emily, and she held your hand throughout the whole flight. No matter how long it was. And she always fluid something to talk about, something to get your mind off of the fact that you were much higher up in the sky than was ever meant for human beings. Emily knew you couldn't avoid the plane rides. It was part of the job. But she did her best to make them easier for you.

[otomes-world]

From time to time I see notifications with likes of my not quite au with rsa!mobs. Also considering that I liked Neigh from the very beginning and wrote fics about him, one idea came up. I will regret it very much, very much, but..

As if, now my old-new impression of the characters is like this.

Here they are from left to right:

Aro, - we'll leave the names as they were originally intended, in order to honor of the original author - the quietest and most suspicious of the three. You're walking down the street, there he is. You went into the store to buy some groceries, he's standing in front of the checkout. You went jogging in the woods, and there he is, too.

His image plays into his hands as many times as it takes. At some point, you notice him in the distance or, on the contrary, very close, it doesn't matter, and you begin to consider him part of the background. Who are you to bother him, right?

A huge miscalculation on your part. Because when he actually approaches you to talk for the first time - for any reason - you won't suspect anything strange. Hell, you've known each other for so long. Even if for most of this "time" he simply existed. He's become so integral to your life that it's strange to go shopping without seeing at least the top of his head.

His constant sleepiness completes the picture. You can't help but worry about him, because he could be anywhere at any time. Not everyone around you is as kind or understanding as you.

He's not like all the other boys around you. He doesn't get into fights, he's not rude - he rarely speaks, to be honest - he's a model child and student. If there was an award called "Any Teacher's Dream", he would be in nominating hall as well.

He always listens, no matter what nonsense or stupidity you ask. You were talking about the lifestyle of snowy owls, so why did you stop? Aro doesn't mind if you lecture him about these birds, even if it started an hour ago and it's past midnight now.

As soon as he confesses, you… what are you? It's like he's become such permanent part of your life that you have been dating for a long time. You call him for help. You share with him very first breaking news. You ask him for advice. At some point, you have to wonder if you even had any friends before Aro came along.

Silver or Quicksilver, he is that very child who grew up on fairy tales about brave knights who slaying dragons and rescuing princesses. The very one who will come to sing you a serenade under your window and will dodge flying pillows of awakened ghosts along the way.

The one who will be watching you from the far end of the street, on the opposite side, and when you give in and come over to clear things up, he will drop to one knee and propose marriage right then and there. Ignoring your completely unimpressed gaze, he will look at you with his glowing, childlike eyes.

Getting rid of him is some miracle, no doubt, but you return to the dorm, and there is a pair of white doves with a wreath waiting by the door. Where did he even find them? Are there any companies that provide services of specially trained birds that deliver boxes? What do you mean, there is a whole dovecote of them in the RSA? What do you mean, you will receive flowers and gifts regardless of whether you want them or not?

As soon as you give up on trying to appeal to his working brain cells - you have already convinced yourself that he does not have any - he will jump up and start apologizing for his behavior, simultaneously adding compliments to you in his speech. At some point, you come to terms with the fact that the whole street is watching the unfolding scene. No, you are not filming a teen drama. No, you are seeing him for the first time in your life. No, he is not crazy… although, perhaps, people are right about that.

Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you slowly resigned yourself to the idea of ​​turning your dorm into a flower shop. The other students began to run away when they saw you in the hallway, as you handed out flowers to everyone you met. When you ran out of people, you went around for a second round. Then a third...

Good luck trying to explain to this RSA prince, one of the RSA princes, that things don't work like that. As you left with another bouquet, you mentally figured out who you could give it to.

Raven. A fine, well-mannered young man. He never raises his voice, always lends a helping hand to those in need. Wait, why does he have such a sly, suspicious look? If you ask him directly, he will put on an innocent expression and ask in response, “Aren't you imagining things?”

No, you're not. You are more than sure that you have seen the way he looks at RSA-Silver when he thinks that no one is watching. Your compass, magnetized by all the overblots and other NRC students, works like a clock for such things. You will not let his pretty face fool you.

Exactly, but now you are sitting in a cafe and discussing… what were you discussing?.. He has a mysterious ability to bring arguments in the most neglected cases and convince you to do what you initially did not want. After two minutes of conversation, you no longer remembered your complaints about him, as if they had not existed in the first place. All problematic issues are listened to and turn into such trifles that it is worth considering whether you were dissatisfied with something.

He is attentive, always noticing the smallest changes and reading your mood like an open book. You were thirsty, so he hands you a bottle of water. You were thinking about something sweet, what a coincidence, he has some of your favorite candies in his pocket. You seemed to want to eat a certain cuisine, and during lunch he asks if you would like to visit a cafe where it is served.

At some point, everyone starts considering you a couple long before you hear him confess. It's exactly as you wanted it, as well as it completes the picture perfectly. You tried to refuse, but the same thing happens. He turns all your negatives about the relationship into reasons why you should say yes. This doesn't obligate you to anything. You are mature understanding individuals who are taking closer look at each other. Dating someone doesn't mean that you have to spend your whole life together.

However, you get the idea that it will be impossible to break up with him.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Remember that ask with a s/o who had a mech? That one with firefly.

(H:SR Short Fic) Firefly's S/O using a mech

I was going to do something more comical originally, but unfortunately for everyone I just saw Gundam Narrative, which means Firefly isn't allowed to have nice things. Warnings: Angst/No Comfort, just sad robot on robot action (in the beat the shit out of each other way) Word Count: 1.8k

Firefly sat upon the roof, enjoying the peace and quiet as she stared at the stars far above in the sky. However, it wasn't long before the sounds of footsteps approached from below. She turned to the source of the sound, her lips forming into a bright smile.

(Firefly) "S/O?"

(S/O) "Hey, sorry I'm late!"

S/O was panting as they joined her, Firefly moving a little to her left to make room. They sat down close, to the point their legs were constantly brushing against hers, but neither seemed to mind. Instead of looking back to the stars, Firefly's gaze remained on S/O's own smile.

(S/O) "I was just making some final adjustments to the Phenex! I think it'll be ready to fly with you by tomorrow night!"

Firefly's eyes widened at S/O's news, leaning closer into their shoulder.

(Firefly) "Really? That's great!"

S/O beamed at her reaction, nodding excitedly as one hand wrapped around hers.

(S/O) "Honestly, I'll probably end up falling a bunch of times, but I promise, we'll find the brightest stars we can together!"

Firefly's imagination started running wild with images of S/O comically flailing about in their own steel suit, making her giggle. She couldn't wait to actually see what happened.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never left as she noticed S/O looked up to the sky, with a much more somber expression despite their lighthearted quip.

(S/O) "...The brightest star, huh?"

(Firefly) "...S/O?"

S/O squeezed her hand tighter as they remained silent for a moment. They seemed to grow sadder with every second that passed.

(S/O) "Did...I ever tell you the reason I even began making the Phenex, Firefly?"

She tilted her head in confusion as her brows furrowed.

(Firefly) "No, you didn't. I assumed you just wanted to be with me whenever I donned SAM."

(S/O) "Well, it was that too, but..."

Firefly felt their thumb fidget against the top of her hand as they struggled to come up with an answer, in which she simply said nothing, giving them all the time they needed.

(S/O) "I wanted to go up into the stars myself, brave whatever awaited me out there, so I could find a way to defy your fate."

Their voice started to tremble as they spoke their reason aloud.

(Firefly) "S/O..."

Finally, they turned to face her, tears welling up in their eyes.

(S/O) "That's what I'll do with the Phenex. I'll become a bird and soar, so that way I can find a way for you to be reborn."

Firefly and S/O said nothing after that declaration, staring at each other before they sighed, letting go of her hand and resting it in their face.

(S/O) "Oh my god, that sounded way better in my head than it did out loud..."

Firefly was only stunned for a few more seconds before she burst into laughter, making S/O pout at her reaction.

(S/O) "H-Hey! I know it sounded bad but you don't have to laugh that much at it!"

Both her hands rested on her stomach as it began to hurt, her laughter barely stopping as she tried her best to reply.

(Firefly) "I-I-I'm sorry! I promise I'm not laughing at you!"

It took her a minute to finally calm herself down, S/O still grumbling under their breath as they waited. Firefly gently wiped their tears away with a finger before kissing them on the cheek.

(Firefly) "It's a sweet gesture, S/O...Thank you."

S/O smiled at Firefly, resting their head onto her shoulders and closing their eyes.

(S/O) "Do you mind if I sleep up here with you tonight? I...Don't want to be alone right now."

(Firefly) "I don't think there's anything more I'd want right now than having you with me."

...

...

Firefly sat alone on another starry night, but this time there would be no one to join her. Her hands rested on each other in her lap while she stared up at the night sky, waiting for her signal.

The planet she was on now was completely different from the one S/O and her shared their last night. Instead of warm city lights, there was nothing but ruins and debris below her.

It was here where the reports of a brilliant golden machine, leaving behind a blue trail around the cosmos was sighted. Many assumed that it was some kind of divine being, or an unexplained anomaly in the universe making itself known.

But Firefly knew the truth of what it was.

Or rather, who it was.

...

...

The last step of the process was to have S/O's mind sync up with the Phenex's system. It was an extremely risky process, as this technology was still experimental and not fully understood.

Apparently, it was something that allowed the person's mind to directly translate into the machine's movements and combat capabilities, which S/O accepted the risk without hesitation.

This would be the power they needed to give Firefly her life back.

And finally settling into the suit, S/O let their mind begin synchronizing with the Phenex.

With barely a second passing, their eyes widened as their body felt a shock of pain growing faster by the second.

Firefly saw S/O's vitals rapidly spiking up and down as the Phenex dropped to one knee, screaming all the while.

(Firefly) "S/O?!"

The golden mech started to twitch involuntarily, its shield-wings shooting out and lodging itself into the facility's walls. S/O's screams were eventually drowned out by the Phenex's metallic joints creaking, almost as if it were roaring.

In an instant, flames materialized around Firefly as she dashed towards S/O, moving to rip them out of their suit. However, as soon as she made contact with them, the machine's eyes flared red and blew her backwards.

Firefly was easily able to catch herself from crashing into the floor, immediately flipping to use the walls as a launch pad as the armor's thrusters activated and she rocketed back to S/O.

The Phenex's shield wings stabbed itself into the ground and made her armor crash straight into it, making her lose course as she spiraled out of control for only a second.

Not wasting time, the Phenex's shield wings flew back behind it, and the machine flew straight up, tearing a hole through it and sped away, eventually out of sight and into the atmosphere.

...

It had been months since the incident, and Firefly was determined to bring them back. If the Phenex was still flying, then that means S/O was still alive.

As if on cue, a blue streak cut across the night sky like a knife, catching her attention and making her heart race.

(Firefly) "..."

She wanted to call out their name, but knew that they couldn't hear her anymore. What she needed to do now was to stop the Phenex.

The wind blowing her hair back was strong since she was standing at the top of a skyscraper. She knew for a fact that the Phenex would be able to detect her no matter what, so might as well choose the location that'd start the closest to them.

It took her a few seconds to stand up from her spot, and she took a deep breath, frowning as her eyes traced the blue streak that flew in a straight line above her, towards the horizon.

One foot stepped in front of the other, letting her drop from the building's edge and fall toward the ground.

Without so much as blinking, the area around her ignited as the armor's thrusters kicked into full burst, the building behind her getting scorched in the process as she gracefully weaved through the city and into the sky after the Phenex.

As elements of her HUD began blinking into view, her eyes remained focused on the blue line of light suddenly veered to her right.

With a simple nudge of her body, the armor tilted and extra thrusters emerged from the skirts of her armor to gain faster speed, feeling her body and suit both begin to heat up.

The Phenex's trail dropped completely downwards onto the streets, trying to lose its pursuer as it began wildly darting in an unpredictable manner, before it eventually disappeared into a tunnel.

Firefly quickly followed it into the temple, still not saying a word as she kept an eye on her suit's motion trackers.

Before the radar could even register the movement, the Phenex suddenly burst from the tunnel's walls, debris scattering everywhere and threatening to crush her.

She simply frowned as one punch completely obliterated the stone that tried to crash into her, eyes still following the Phenex for a split second before it tried to escape behind her.

Firefly's other arm extended outward and managed to catch the leg of the machine, before diverting her strength to fling it into the wall directly behind her, letting the Phenex slam into the stone and temporarily disabling it.

She raised her arm to disable the machine's flight unit before realizing the shield wings it had just a second ago were missing.

Alarms were ringing as signatures were quickly approaching from her flanks, making her extend both arms to catch the shields before it threatened to bisect her, Firefly's teeth clenching from the impact.

The machine's eyes stared at Firefly's helmet, and for a brief moment, its red eyes flashed a blue color.

And though it was hazy, a voice spoke out to her from the corners of her mind. It may have been her imagining things, but that didn't stop Firefly's voice from crying out:

(Firefly) "S/O!"

Seemingly unaffected by Firefly's counter, the Phenex's eyes returned to its natural state before quickly dislodging itself from its position and rocketed out of the tunnel, both shields following after.

(Firefly) "Just hang on, S/O, please!"

Even though time was the last thing on her side, she prayed that she stayed strong, at least for long enough to catch the Phenex. Firefly truly had no idea if S/O was still inside that suit considering how long it had been, but at the very least, she would avenge them by destroying the machine.

Not to mention, this machine existed because of her. It was created solely to help her, yet it seemed to be dragging both her and S/O to Aeons know where.

But she didn't care about where it was taking them, only that she rescued the person who gave their life for her.

Firefly's armor crouched before taking off, denting the concrete below her as it was left scorched by all her thrusters activating, flying after the Phenex.

...

There were many researchers and travelers who spoke of seeing a red comet chasing after a blue one in the skies that night.

No one had any idea what it was, but everyone watched in a mixture of awe and confusion, watching as the comets eventually took off into space, off towards a destination unknown.

[meowmeowriley]

Bunny!Ghost anon, you know who you are. I'd like to once again address you because this is your. Fault. I've now discovered this will be a much longer fic than I'd initially anticipated. Because of that, have a little snippet of a scene that's been eating away at my head, but won't come till later in the fic. Just to tide y'all over till I can get you a proper first chapter. 😘🐇

*** Watership Down-Bad, scene ???***

Johnny was sitting at his desk when Simon entered the Sergeants's shared office, his back to the door. He didn't look up when Simon knocked on the doorframe.

"Unless someone's dead or dying, give me a minute." Johnny grumbled without stopping. He was typing like a mad man.

Simon considered his options for a moment. He could make himself known, Johnny would ask what's wrong, they'd talk, distracting Simon from his overactive mind. He could walk away, letting his maybe partner? the Sergeant finish his work.

The poor man looked exhausted though. And disgruntled. Truly, he looked how Simon felt. Fuck it. Simon shifted.

He hopped quietly up to Johnny's desk. Took half a second to evaluate his target and plan his trajectory. Then launched himself.

"Bloody christ!"

Simon landed on the desk, the keyboard went flying. It came unplugged from the monitor as it flew, then crashed into the ground loudly, keys detaching and scattering who knows where about the room. Simon huffed, settled his chin onto his dewlap, and stretched his legs out and behind himself. He closed his eyes, but not before catching a glimpse of a stunned Johnny, arms up from jumping and pushing his chair back from the desk when he'd been startled, mouth agape.

Silence.

"Ghost?" What a stupid question. Who else? Not like he could answer, though.

If anyone were to ever ask, Ghost hated being pet, being touched. Ghost had bitten his fair share of people for getting their grubby hands on his plush fur. But... Simon craved connection. He hadn't realized how desperate he was for affection until it had ben offered, and he'd lashed out, like always. Outside of his warren, he always lashed out. But Soap was a stubborn bastard. Going so far as to continuously reach out towards him, even though he always nipped. So he flopped. And if the self proclaimed 'rabbit expert' didn't see this as the tentative olive branch that it was, well then Ghost was fucked, and Simon would be alone forev-

Simon was suddenly being pulled off the desk. His eyes flew open of their own accord and he made to bite the arms that were intent on restraining him, legs kicking spastically in protest.

"Oh go ahead then ye bastard, ye've bit me before, and ye will again a thousand times." Johnny pulled him off the desk and situated him in his lap. Simon, the large bunny that he was, sprawled with his back legs in soaps lap, near the edge of the desk, and his head resting on Johnny's shoulder. One of Johnny's hands cupped his rump, supporting him, not restraining.

They held their positions for a moment, both waiting for the other to decide this wasn't what they actually wanted. Eventually, ever so slowly he could feel himself aging, Johnny brought a hand up to stroke down Simon's back. Then again. And again. He brought his hand higher, pushing Simon's ears back to his body, and breathed what could've been a slight laugh when they bounced back up.

"Suppose we'll talk later then, aye?" Did he expect a response? Surely not. He wouldn't be getting one anyway. "Hang on," Johnny instructed as he started to shift himself lower in his seat, most likely to be more comfortable. Unfortunately he jostled Simon, who was not pleased.  "Don't bite me just because you're a touch uncomf- ach! Ye fucker!" He chuckled as he scolded Simon, who had buried his face in the other man's shirt to bite at his peck.

Simon was now on his side, curled a little, head tucked under Johnny's chin. Being pet. It'd been so long since he'd willingly been pet. It was pleasant.

He lost track of time, only noting its passage when the petting stopped, and he mourned the absence of it. Johnny's hand stilled on his back. His world shook as the human beneath him began to snore. Simon settled in deeper, snuggled closer to the kindness he didn't feel he deserved, and allowed himself to purr. No one would know.

***

"The fuck is all this?" Gaz said aloud as he entered his shared office with Soap and found the remains of a keyboard scattered all over the floor. Had the man finally lost it?

Thump.

He looked around. Soap was asleep, head thrown back, drooling and snoring in his desk chair.

"Wha-"

Thump.

Curled up against Soap's chest, evidently kicking the desk, was the biggest fucking rabbit Kyle had ever seen in his life.

"Ghost?"

Thump!

Louder and more incessant this time. Didn't that mean he was angry? He looked pretty pissed. Maybe Gaz didn't actually need to file the report on the rookies breaking each others noses again. He threw up his hands in surrender, and left as quietly as he could.

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 15: Kinks listed below

Fic: Sebastian Stan

Daddy turned Father:

Dad to be!Sebastian Stan x Wife!reader

Warnings: Slight pregnancy kink, Cursing, SMUT 18+, Pregnancy talk, Going to the Doctor's (Does that even count?)

W.C: 1305

I figure this didn't turn out great but I've had a busy week and I'm tired so, if u like it please re blog. Thanks

I'm sick. Really sick. Every Morning for the past 2 weeks I've been waking up with a horrible stomach ache and the need to vomit. I haven't told Sebastian though since he's been away filming for the past couple weeks. But, doing the logical thing I went to the doctor.

"So y/n, I think we'll do an ultrosound just to make sure you don't have a stomach bug or something anymore serious. You did however pass all the blood, heart and senses tests with flying colours so it cannot be anything got to do with your brain." Said the doctor.

"Thank goodness! I love my brain." I replied sarcastically.

"I'm sure most of us do y/n"

Dr. Mayladd led me over to the ultrasound room as she handed me a blue papery hospital gown. Addressing me to remove my shirt and put the gown on instead.

"Gosh that's scratchy" I complained making my way over to the examination chair, leaning back as far as the chair would go.

"You'll only have to wear it for a couple minutes, I'm sure you can handle that"

"Of course doctor" I moaned playfully, causing a small laugh to escape the Dr's perfect red lips.

"I'm going to spread some jelly on your stomach okay, it'll be a little bit cold but it won't be for long okay"

"Sure" I answered, boredom creeping into my voice.

"Oh y/n. You sound like an annoyed teenager, brighten up a bit. You could either get home to your husband knowing you have bowel cancer or are expecting a baby." She told me, sounding a little bit too enthusiastic talking about cancer.

"Yeah, thanks but I'd rather not have either"

"You don't want children?" The Dr asked me, sounding a little less excited.

I let out a loud sigh before explaining to the Dr exactly what I was thinking.

"Yes, I do. I do want children. It's just that Sebastian has been away filming for a good while and we never really discussed when we would want to start a family. So I'm not sure if this is the right time."

Dr. Mayland rubbed some cold blue jelly over my stomach, through the hole that was cut in a circle right over the tummy. Then she connected a couple wires to an ultrasound remote, which kind of took the shape of a jade roller, just thicker and electronic. She started rolling the remote across my stomach spreading the jelly with it.

Eyes focused on the computer machine as the remote scanned my skin. Suddenly a small shape, about the size of a blueberry came into view.

It was undeniably a baby.

"Well, you are pregnant and it looks as if you're about 7 weeks along. Would you like me to print off the photos?"

Said Dr. Mayladd as she continued scanning over my stomach.

"Yes please." I responded, overwhelmed at the fact that I am carrying a child.

"OK. Give me a second to do that."

The Dr. responded, a few seconds later I heard a faint buzzing sound and then she turned around to face me. A roll of what looked like Polaroids in her hand. Putting them in a small box, along with a card before she handed it to me. With a note of congratulations, I left the Dr's office.

The drive home was stressful. The radio was playing 'Starlight' by Taylor Swift. One of my favorite songs, but I couldn't pay attention to it. Crazy thoughts running through my brain. What if Seb doesn't want kids right now, What if the pregnancy goes wrong. What if, what if, was all I could think of right now.

As I arrived home, I almost drove away, seeing my husband's car in the driveway. Shit. How do I tell him?

Leaving all my thoughts in the backseat of the car, I unlocked the front door. Immediately greeted by soft kisses escalating down my neck.

"Hi baby." "How are you?" I asked him as he pecked my lips.

"I'm good. You?" He questioned, pointing towards the doctor's receipt in my hand.

"Oh, Well." I hesitated, struggling to find the words to say to him. Not knowing if I should even tell him right now.

"Well, I'm pregnant."

Sebastian stared at me for a couple seconds, clearly starstruck by the news that he's going to be a father.

"Y/n. Are you serious?"

"Yes. That's why I went to the doctor today. I've been sick almost every morning since you were away, which is ironic now that I think about it. Considering we had a pretty fun night a couple days before you went off for shooting."

"But yeah, I'm 7 weeks along." I uttered anxiously.

"Shit y/n. We're gonna be parents."

Sebastian yelled, happiness clear in his tone and visible in his full smile.

"That is if you want to keep it." He added on, seeing my scared expression.

"Yes, baby, I want to keep it, I'm just scared. We haven't really discussed this much, since you've been away a lot." I expressed.

"Doll, there is nobody else I would rather have children with than you. I love you with all my heart, please acknowledge that." He reasoned.

"Now. We have to celebrate" Sebastian continued.

Picking me up and carrying me up the stairs to our shared bedroom.

Running to the bed, I undress into my bra and panties, my husband doing the same.

"Babydoll, I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll have another baby in you soon enough" He chuckled as he unclipped my bra. Grabbing my breasts in his hands, kneading them as he trailed kisses up and down my neck.

Sweet moans escaped my lips all the while Sebastian sucked on the sensitive skin along my neck. I reached down to his groin and palmed him through his boxers, earning a desperate moan from him. Dropping to his knees, towering over me he grabbed my underwear, tugging as I lifted up my hips letting them slide down. Feeling Sebastian's rough fingers slide along my slit, into my wet hole.

"Damn Mama. You're so wet already. Wonder how well you could take my cock" He muttered, adding a second finger into my entrance. Pumping in and out. My moans grew more desperate as he pumped faster inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I knew he could feel I was close, because he stopped just as I was on the verge of cumming.

"Ahh. Seb, what was that for" I moaned out, annoyed at his act.

"Not so fast mama. Don't you think I would let you cum that easily without you cumming all over my cock." He growled.

Removing his boxers, he lined himself up with my entrance before thrusting his hips slowly. I groaned, feeling myself stretch as he worked his thick cock through me.

"Oh Seb" I moaned as he thrusted into me harder and harder. Hitting the right spot each and every time.

"Fuck Mama, you're so tight for me." He moaned. Bucking his hips against my own as his thrusts became much, much harder. Digging even deeper into me. Causing me to scream out his name. "Fuck Sebastian!!" I screamed, the pleasure almost too much. I felt Sebastian's fingers trace over my sensitive clit. Rubbing it in a soft circular motion.

My pussy clenched around his cock. So tight and so close. Sebastian's finger grazed my clit one more time, sending me over the edge. A couple moments later, after one last deep thrust, Sebastian came inside me.

"Fuck babydoll. You feel so good" He moaned, still working his cock inside me. I only moaned in response. The pleasure was overwhelming.

If this was what pregnancy would be like, I don't know why I'd be so scared, becoming a mum.

[slayfics]

Hey again! I've returned with another fanfic request :D

So, I've been rewatching mha, and I got to the kidnapping part, and that got me thinking for fic ideas!

The reader ended up getting kidnapped by the league (along with bakugo), and the rescue team went after them (all like in the anime). Could you do shoto's reaction to all of that and the Aftermath once they're all living in the dorms? It could be really sweet and fluffy with a little bit of angst (flashbacks from shoto's pov??)

I've said this before, and I'll say it again, I adore all of your work, and I will support you till the day I die!!

Shoto rescues you from the League of Villains.

Shoto sat on the train, his mind haunted by the last time he saw you. The League of Villains had kidnapped you along with Katuski, your face was painted with terror when they pulled you into the wrap gate. The rest of your classmates being unable to reach you or Katsuki in time.

"Hey man, don't look so worried. We will get them back." Eijiro spoke, sitting next to Shoto on the train. A few of your classmates had devised a plan to sneak out and try to rescue you and Katsuki.

"I know we'll try our best," Shoto said, looking out the window of the train, his expression reflected in the window giving Eijiro a mirrored image of his distress.

"I'm sure they are doing fine, they are tough. Plus Bakugo's there too and you know firsthand how strong he is," Eijiro said, still trying to soothe Shoto.

However, at Bakugo's name, Shoto's face gave a wince.

"Yeah," he replied.

Eijro's face fell a bit realizing he wasn't helping much at easing his friend's worries. The only thing stopping him from trying again was Momo going over a rescue plan with everyone on the train.

Shoto and the other students who had come on the secret rescue mission followed Momo's proposed plan. Even as far as disguising themselves in ridiculous outfits. Momo's plan included following her tracker that she had placed on one of the villains to check out and see if you or Katsuki were there or any other information leading to your whereabouts.

Following Momo's tracker had led them to a building just outside of town. Eijiro had come prepared with night vision goggles, allowing them all to get a better look inside the building. However, this only revealed the location of several stowed Nomo. You and Katsuki were nowhere in sight.

The next occurrence left all of your classmates shaking and paralyzed with fear. The villain All For One appeared just meters away from where everyone was hiding. Soon followed by the other League of Villains members, Katsuki, and you.

Not soon after All Might had appeared on the scene and began battling with All For One. Shoto and the rest of the classmates that came were frozen with fear, unable to move. While each of them knew something had to be done, it was unclear as to what.

Seeing Shoto's visceral reaction and instinctive drive to go to you, Tenya grabbed his arm and held him back. Tenya knew it was too dangerous to move in without a plan. Luckily Midoriya, like always, devised a plan that allowed for him, Eijiro, and Tenya to make it across the battlefield and rescue Katuki. This distraction leaving the villain dumbfounded watching their escape through the sky gave Shoto the perfect opening to call for you.

Stunned at seeing your classmates fly through the sky like a shooting star giving Katskui an escape, you almost missed Shoto calling for you to join him and Momo down the alleyway.

You ran to him quickly once you realized.

"This way!" Shoto yelled at you.

You ran to him and Shoto roughly grabbed your wrist, pulling you to run. The three of you ran until you were sure you were far enough away from the villains. You all stopped at the commotion in town watching the news broadcast of the fight. Your adrenaline began to run off after you were safe and you looked down to realize Shoto was still holding onto your wrist.

"Oh sorry," he said, noticing and letting go. A blush might have made its way to your face if you weren't so overwhelmed with the situation.

The rest of the events went by in a blur. Now you found yourself carrying your belongings inside the UA common room seeing the news broadcast replay in your mind. You all watched All Might take down One For All on the news broadcast in town that night before making it back to your homes safely. A few days later Aizawa made an appearance at your home proposing all the students move into dorms to keep them safe.

It took some convincing but you finally were here moving your things to your dorm room.

"That looks heavy, do you want help?" You heard a voice call. You turned around to see Shoto placing his own belongings on the floor.

"Uh sure," You responded, and Shoto picked up your oversized box of belongings. "Lead the way."

You walked with Shoto to the elevator pressing your floor level on the elevator.

"How have you been fleeing?" He asked as the elevator started its ascent.

"Ok, happy to be here at UA again," You said trying to keep a joyful smile. The truth was you had been having nightmares every night about the incident.

"Well, I'm happy you are safe and in good health," He responded.

The elevator door opened and you both stepped out as you led Shoto to your dorm.

"It's this one," You said, opening the door.

"If there are any other heavy boxes don't be afraid to come get me," He said, dropping the box on the floor.

"Thank you, I appreciate it... and um... thank you for coming to rescue me that night. I never did get a chance to tell you that," You replied.

"Of course, I was only able to because of Yaoyorozu. Back at the summer camp, she placed a tracker on one of the villains," Shoto explained.

"Oh," You exclaimed, feeling our stomach turn a bit at the sound of Shoto mentioning her name. "I'll be sure to thank her too," You said looking at the floor.

Shoto nodded, "You have been doing okay since then though? I know that must have been pretty traumatic being being kidnapped by villains," Shoto said, a worried expression plaguing his face.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Besides, it was hard to be scared with all of Bakugo's yelling about how he was going to murder every last one of them," You laughed and tried to brush off Shoto's concern.

Shoto having his own reaction to you mentioning Katsuki averted his gaze from you, "Right... well, let me know if you need any more help." He said as he made his way out of your room.

"Todoroki wait!" You called as he stepped into the hallway. Shoto turned back around with a curious look on his face.

"Um.. thank you again," You nervously spat out as you hurriedly stepped forward to wrap your arms around him bringing him into a hug. Your face buried in Shoto's chest kept you from seeing the bright red shade his face turned as he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you for just a moment before pulling away.

"Of course," he responded, voice deviating ever so silently from his usual cool tone. "Good luck with the rest of moving, don't over-exert yourself." He said as a soft smile spread on his lips before he swiftly exited unsure of how to process your sudden affection.

Thank you for the request and your continued support! My first time writing for Shoto- I tried to do my best! I hope you enjoy it~

Tags~

@unofficialmuilover

[imsotouchstarvedrn]

Sebastian Sallow Fic

A/N: I KNOW its bad, i wrote this last year and just wanted to see what people thought of it, please do not judge me, also, I'm pretty sure there's some loose ends I meant to tie up last year when writing this but never did, so I'm sorry about that. It is also very inaccurate time-wise, I think I even said madam pomfrey is the matron so I'm very sorry about that.

Summary: MC realises she has a crush on Sebastian and starts avoiding him out of fear of ruining their friendship

Word Count: 8092

Warnings: Swearing, horrible writing and grammar, lack of detail, cringe, fluff ig, I think that's it, lmk if im wrong

I'm sitting at the Hufflepuff table in the great hall when Poppy shakes my shoulder.

   "Y/N you're zoned out again? This is the third time today!"

   I blink a couple of times and take a look around. A few of the Hufflepuff's are staring at me, looking like they are trying not to laugh. I feel my face turn red. "Sorry, what did you say?" 

   The 7th year across from me gives a small laugh. "I asked if you're going to try out for the quidditch team this afternoon." 

   Quidditch. The one sport I enjoy. When I play I always play seeker, as I'm not involved in the action and I have a good eye. I've never played competitively though.

   "I dunno. Maybe." I shrug. I suddenly feel as if I'm being watched, my eyes scan the room and fall on Sebastian, who is sitting across from me at the far end at the Slytherin table. His eyes are locked on me. He looks away and goes back to reading whatever book he has. Ominis is sitting beside him, eating some chicken.

   "I think you should try it out. You would be a good seeker." Poppy smiles at me. 

   "Maybe, but I've never played in front of a large group, it's a lot of pressure and I’m not good with being at the center of attention." To avoid eye contact I take a couple bites of the pasta in front of me. Delicious.

   "Come on, I overheard some people talking about trying, but I know for a fact that none of them are as good as you." Luis, the Hufflepuff captain and keeper, pleads. "I need someone with skill on my team! There’s always so much going on during matches that not a lot of people would be focused on you anyway." 

   I laugh. Luis can get competitive when it comes to inter-house activities. He wants Hufflepuff to be recognized as a serious house.

   "Fine, I'll try it out. But you owe me a butterbeer." I pull my hair out of my face and fiddle with my quill. 

   He smiles. "Deal!" Luis then goes over to the Ravenclaw table to talk to one of his friends.

  Then it dawns on me what I'm about to do. The majority of the school watches quidditch matches. The seeker has a lot of pressure on them, needing to catch the snitch. I shrug off my worry. All I'm doing is trying out. It's not like I'll actually make it.

   I was gifted a Wind Whisp for my 16th birthday, and I'm clutching it with both of my sweaty hands. There are a few hufflepuffs around me, ages vary from 2nd years to 7th. They all bear a look of fear on their faces. I wonder if I look like them. I probably do.

   "Y/N Y/L/N you're up next." Luis' voice calls. 

   Reluctantly, I walk out onto the pitch, the bright sun blinding me. A couple of 6th years I recognized high five as they land on the ground. Luis is standing in the middle of the pitch beside the chest that holds the balls. 

   "Ok, I'm going to release the snitch," he holds up the golden ball. "And count to 30. When I reach 30 you are going to get the snitch with no obstacles or distractions in the way first, once you catch it I'll bring out some players to get in the way and we'll do it again. Got that?" 

   I barely have time to comprehend what he says before he releases the snitch. It flutters above us for a little while before flying off toward the stands.

  "7, 8, 9," 

   I try to keep an eye on the snitch, but it has flown off and I can’t find it.

   "14, 15, 16, 17,"

 I can't do this. I'm going to faint and fall off my broom. Why did I let them convince me to do this?

   "24, 25, 26,"

   Almost time.

   "30! You're good to-" 

   I don't give him time to finish. I've pushed off the ground and I start flying around the pitch. My brain is so muddled I can't focus. All I can see is a blur of colours. "Calm down, you can't find it if you're stressing about it," I say out loud. I take a few deep breaths before getting closer to the middle. I look around and - there it is. Right below me. I immediately start flying downwards. It's almost there, I just need to reach out. I lean my body forward and stretch my arm out. It keeps flying just out of reach. I stretch just a tad more. I have it.

   "Well done!" Luis claps as I step off my broom. His eyes are widened. "Now I'm going to get the new chasers and beaters to fly around while you look to make it more authentic. Come on out guys!" He shouts. 

   Several students dressed in the Hufflepuff outfits start to soar through the air just as Luis lets go of the snitch for a second time.

   Luis starts counting but I block him out. I can do this. All I need to do is catch the snitch and I can be done.

   "28, 29, 30!" 

   I get on my broom and start flying the pitch again. It is much harder with people flying around, but it's not like I haven't done it before, and sure enough, after a couple of minutes I catch a glimpse of gold next to one of the hoops. I fly over, avoiding the people flying, and catch it almost right away. I fly back down to the ground and I'm welcomed by Luis clapping his hands very enthusiastically and his mouth is partially open in awe.

   "Wow! Just wow!" He runs over to me. "I need to finish these tryouts, but I'll be damned if you don't make it." 

   I give a small smile and feel myself starting to blush. I walk over to the stands and sit down. The new seeker will be announced after everyone has tried out, so I'll just wait here and watch the rest of the group.

   After 10 or so minutes I'm fiddling with my cloak when I see some Slitherins over by the rest of the Hufflepuffs waiting to try out. I suddenly remembered that the Slytherin tryouts were right after ours. I watch as Sebastian notices me and comes up to join. 

   "Hey, you're trying for a spot on the team? Have you tried out yet?" He asks as he sits down beside me. 

   "Ya, I feel like I did pretty good. I might actually make it on the team." I laugh.

   "And you're surprised? I've seen you play, and you're good. If you can't see that, you're as blind as Ominis." He adjusts his cloak and I laugh so hard I start coughing, he looks at me with a growing concern.

   A 2nd year flies up to look for the snitch and crashes into a hoop. 

   "You don’t have much competition, do you?" Sebastian snorts. "You've got to make it, I know you will."

   "Well, I don't want to get cocky. Besides, if I think I'm going to fail and I end up getting it then it's a better surprise than if I were expecting it." I say as I shrug. 

   He nods in admiration. "Very wise. You should have been a Ravenclaw."

"Please, have you seen my grades?" Someone catches the snitch right before hitting the ground, hard. 

   Sebastian winces. "Ouch. That's gotta hurt." He looks back at me. "You know, you don't need to be good at school to be smart." I’m looking at him trying to process what he said when his name gets called by the Slytherin captain. "Well, I should go. Keep your fingers crossed for me!" He grabs his broom, gets up and leaves to go down to the pitch. As his captain is explaining how it's going to work Sebastian looks up at me, smiles, and winks. I'm surprised to feel my face burn. I look away and pretend to suddenly be distracted by my school bag to hide my face. When I know he’s no longer looking I turn my eyes back to him.

   Sebastian is good. I'm watching him fly and although he hasn't yet seen the snitch he flies well. He looks like he could be a professional. He then flies down toward the ground, it looks like he's going to hit it. If he doesn't lift soon he will. With milliseconds to spare he lifts and holds up the snitch for all to see. Wow. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Luis signalling for me to come down to hear the results. I grab my bag and broom and head toward him. 

   "Congratulations! You're the new Hufflepuff seeker!" He high-fives me. “You were the best by far.”

   I made it. I'm on the team. Sebastian starts running toward me after finishing his second trial. 

   "I made it! Seb, I'm the seeker!" I exclaim with a huge smile on my face. He smiles back.

   "I didn't doubt it for a second! Good job Y/N. I'm a seeker too! Imelda just told me!"  

   "No way! Congratulations!" He lifts his hand to high-five me and I hit it so hard he gives a small yelp before smiling again. Nothing could make me happier than this moment right here.

   "Have you told Ominis yet?" I ask Sebastian when I see him later in the great hall. 

   "Ya, he was bewildered. He could have at least pretended he wasn't so surprised." He pouts and I chuckle. 

   "I'm sure he was just pulling your chain. He's probably really happy for you." I fix my hair.

   He looks at me, as though trying to read my mind. I'm glad he can't, I can’t stop thinking about him.

   "What is it?" I ask.

   "Nothing,” He shifts in his seat. “Do you know what Hecat is doing today for D.A.D.A class?"

   "No," my bag starts digging into my shoulder so I take it off. "I think she was going to talk about the unforgivable curses but I'm not entirely sure."

   Sebastian ducks his head and gives a quiet laugh. "As if we don't already have enough experience with them." 

   "Shh!" I say, looking around in a panic. 

   "C'mon, nobody's here. Everyone is off in their classes or their common rooms. It's just us."

   "Well, you don't want to risk getting caught do you?" I smile a sly smile. "What we did last year was highly illegal and if anyone finds out what we did we'll be getting a one-way ticket straight to Azkaban." 

   He smiles, and oh fuck. My stomach feels like someone reached inside and twisted my guts. I'm afraid to open my mouth because I'm scared that if I do, a million butterflies will fly out. Why do I feel like this? I look away.

   "So um ... how's Anne doing?" I ask.

"She's really good, she's been talking about coming back to Hogwarts." He starts closing his bag and stands up. "Want to check on Ominis with me? He's in the undercroft trying to do his homework. I want to make sure he hasn’t done something stupid." 

   I give a questioning look. "Why is he doing homework in the undercroft? Why not your common room or the library?" I grab my bag and stand up.

   "The common room is too loud and the librarian keeps pestering him because he accidentally knocked over a vase a couple of times." 

   I shrug. "Makes sense."

We walk to the undercroft together and my heart is beating fast. Why is he making me feel this way? 

   When we arrive Ominis is pacing the floor reciting notes from a Charms textbook. He stops when he hears us.

   "Y/N? Sebastian? Is that you?" He reaches for his wand.

   "No. Just two people who look and sound exactly like the people you just mentioned. We are clones" I say, and Sebastian snorts. I smile in appreciation.

   "Haha, hilarious. Congratulations on becoming the Hufflepuff seeker by the way." He walks toward us. "Sebastian was telling me how he was glad to hear you were trying out." He gives a knowing smirk and I look at Sebastian. He's looking through his bag, apparently not having heard Ominis.

   "Well, I can't wait to play against him in a match. I think it would be rather fun."

   At this Sebastian's head snaps up. "We all know who's the better seeker here, honestly there's no competition." He says as he flicks at my hair. 

   "We'll see" I reply as I wink.

   Ominis is standing there watching, or, listening, with an expression on his face that I can't read. "So was there something you guys needed or...?"

   "We just wanted to check on you, make sure you haven't run into a wall or anything." Sebastian shrugs.

   "I've been blind my whole life, I'm not stupid." Ominis points his wand in Sebastian's direction in a playful yet threatening manner. Sebastian shrugs again and laughs. 

   "I'm only joking Ominis, geez. We honestly just wanted to make sure you're alright." He checks his watch. "Oh dang, I should probably turn in my essay before I get another owl pounding me to do my homework, I'll see you guys later." He waves as he leaves the undercroft. Ominis turns to me after Sebastian is out of earshot.

   "You like Sebastian don't you." He's not asking. My face burns as my brain panics.

   "No, why do you say that?" I give an awkward chuckle. He crosses his arms and starts pacing.

   "I may be blind but I'm more observant than you think. Don't worry, I know he likes you too." My stomach is filled with butterflies. 

   "No, he doesn't, I would have noticed. Besides, he is too busy with family drama to be concerned about girls." I fix my hair just to do something. Why are we even talking about this?

   "You are blinder than I am if you don't think he at least has the slightest interest in you." I roll my eyes. 

   "You know that's the second time someone has compared us today, and although it's funny, I unfortunately know he doesn't like me. And I don't like him."

Ominis raises an eyebrow. "'Unfortunately'?" He starts circling me. "You don't like him? Are you sure about that? Because me being blind has caused my other senses to heighten, and whenever you're with Sebastian and every time he's mentioned your heartbeat quickens." He smiles.

   "Listen you can't tell him. I don't even know what I'm feeling exactly." I blush.

   "Of course, your secret is safe with me." Ominis grins.

   After a bit of small talk, I leave the undercroft in a daze. Ominis knew I liked Sebastian even before I did. Could he be right about Sebastian liking me back? No, I’m sure he’s just teasing me.

   I know that I've zoned out again in my common room, but I can't zone back in. I keep thinking about Sebastian. Last year we were a duo, and I always had his back. I always assumed the rush I had when I saw him was just because I knew we would be having another adventure, but now the adventure is over and I still get that feeling when I look at him. Does he like me back? Does he think about me every night? Does his heart quicken when he sees me? I don't know. I doubt it.

   "Is she zoned out again?" I hear the 7th year from earlier ask.

   "Ya. Should we get madam pomfrey?" Poppy replies.

   I stand up. "I'm fine, just daydreaming," I grab my bag and head for the door. "I'm going to the library," I say before exiting. All I think about anymore is Sebastian. I'll go to the library and read, hopefully, that will get my mind off of him. I'm almost there when I run smack dab into - you guessed it - Sebastian. My bag falls to the ground and everything falls out and scatters across the floor.

   "Sorry about that, are you alright?" He asks as he bends down to pick up some of my books.

   "Yes sorry, I should have been paying attention." I managed to get out. I rush to put everything back in my bag so I can leave.

   "Is everything ok? You looked like you were in a rush and your face is flushed." He reaches out to help me up. Reluctantly I take his hand and stand up.

   "Yes, don't worry about it" I turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist, not forcefully, just to get me to stop.

   He gives me a questioning look, and I know he doesn't believe me. He looks around the corridor. "Are you going to the library? Is there something you need help with?" He asks. 

   "No, thank you." I pull my arm out of his hand, walk away and enter through the door without another word.

   I feel bad for running out on him but I might've thrown up if I spent another minute with him. My stomach is in knots. I'm sitting at a table trying to focus on the words on the page but all I can think about is Sebastian. He’s flooded my brain. I've been trying to read for an hour already and I'm barely through the first chapter. I stand up and put my books back in my bag. "I give up," I mumble to myself. 

   "Miss Y/L/N, make sure you go right to your common room. I want no dillydallying." The librarian calls.

   "Yes ma'am," I reply as I leave. I look at my watch. 8:30. I should head to my common room, I don’t want to get into trouble.

It's been a couple of weeks of avoiding Sebastian, talking to Ominis, and practicing for quidditch and now it's time for our first match. Of course, it's against Slytherin, meaning I'm going to be playing against Sebastian, which really sucks.

   "We've got this match. I know slitherins tend to play rough, just don't tick them off too much and we should be fine." Luis tells us before we out onto the pitch. 

   “Great pep talk.” Arthur Plummly, Chaser, says as he rolls his eyes. Luis ignores him. He turns to me. "You know the Slytherin seeker, right? Don't go easy on him." 

   "I know, Luis." I roll my eyes. "You can trust me, geez." He looks at me for a second then nods. 

   "Come on then, let's go." Leading us all to the pitch, I hear him mumbling under his breath, and I catch a few words that sound quite like ‘I need a raise.’

   There's a huge chunk of students rushing to fill the stands, and I start to feel queasy again. I look through the crowd and spot Ominis, who seems deeply confused. I give a small laugh under my breath before panicking again.  

   Everyone gets into position and I look across from me and see Sebastian. His eyes are locked on me, holding a strange determined look. He doesn't look away. 

   Before even realizing what happened everyone is up in the air and the balls are released. I start flying around the pitch immediately and look for the snitch. I fly a couple of laps around the pitch, circling the action. Luis just blocked a shot.

   Sebastian is flying near his end’s hoops, eyes searching hungrily. He does a couple of loops in the air before flying towards me. For a moment I think he's going to crash into me, but then he flies down, and fast. He's seen the snitch. I immediately follow him, the snitch is flying right in front of him, ahead by a couple of feet. I lean forward to speed up and end up beside Sebastian, a bludger just barely misses his head. He looks at me, smirks the smallest of smiles, and starts to get up. He's going to jump for it. If he jumps and catches it slitherin wins. He's getting into the position to jump, balancing himself, making sure his brom is sturdy beneath him. Right before he lifts off I bump his broom with my body as hard as I can, and he's lost his balance. He is still on his broom, but he's hanging on by his fingertips. I tear my eyes away from him and look back at the snitch. It's right there. I lean forward and stretch my arm as far as my body will let me, and I feel the small golden ball get trapped in my fingers. I have the snitch. I hear the crowd roaring with glee, and my teammates are flying towards me holding the biggest smiles.

   Sebastian has managed to get back on his broom and he high-fives me. "Great catch! You did well." He smiles.

   "You aren't upset you lost?" I ask sheepishly as I adjust my seating.

   "Well, if I was going to lose I'm glad it was to you. Besides, there are other matches." He winks and flies off.

   Butterflies fill my stomach. No. Nononono. I still like him. I can't like him. If I like him and he doesn't like me back then our relationship as friends is over. I watch as Seb flies over to where Ominis is sitting and high-fives him, laughing. I can't let our friendship end.

   I've been more cautious, avoiding him more, and staying away from the spots I know he visits. I stopped going to Hogsmeade, out of fear he would be there. I've even resorted to skipping classes where I know he will talk to me. My grades have been turning to crap because

of it. I've been skipping meals too, and eating later after I know for sure that he is gone from the great hall. The food is cold and hard, but it is worth it. 

   "You know, you can't avoid him forever," Ominis tells me when I go to the undercroft to study instead of the library. 

   "I know that I'm just staying away for a while until my feelings die down. Then we can go back to hanging out again." I reply as I flip the page of my charms textbook. "I'm sure my little crush will end soon."

   He sighs. "If you say so." Then he suddenly snaps his head up. "I almost forgot, you weren't in the great hall so you don't know, the school is having a Yule Ball this year. A date is required for entry though." 

   "Wait really? But, we aren't having a Triwizard Tournament?"

   "Professor Weasley convinced Professor Black that holding a ball may be fun, and could reward our strong start in the year grades-wise." Ominis leans forward in his chair. 

   "But it's already halfway through November, the ball takes place on Christmas, there is hardly any time for planning." 

   To this, Ominis just shrugs and flips the pages of his book. "Dunno, but it could be fun nonetheless." 

   We go back to reading, Ominis is of course using brail.

   Hogwarts has been dressed with Christmas trees and decorations, and all the students are talking about is the Yule Ball and who they are going to take. 

   "Are you going, Y/N?" Poppy asks me in our dorm room. She is sitting on her bed holding a Puffskein that she snuck into the school.

   "Dunno, I'd like to but I don't have a date. Do you?" The Puffskein wiggles on her bed, and she gives him a pet.

   "Yes, Garreth asked me! He told me he has been crushing on me all year!" She does a little celebratory dance, her bed squeaking to the movement.

   "That's great Poppy!" I smile. I want to go to the ball, but I can't go if I don't have a date, so I might not be able to join the fun. 

   We hear a shriek from downstairs and we run down to see what the commotion is about. 

   “Oh no! Not this!” One of the 5th years cried out. She suddenly runs up to her dorm room and the door closes with a loud thud. Arthur is giving a small, sad look as he watches the girl run to her room.

   “What is she so upset about?” Poppy asks, the Puffskein still in her arms.

   “Well, we were talking about going together to the ball when a…” He stops talking and looks down, his face red. “When a mistletoe grew above us. She asked how that happened because she is a muggle-born and didn’t know, and I told her how they grew over people who have chemistry. Then she shrieked and left.” He sighed. Poppy looked at him and pouted. 

   “Oh Art, I’m sorry, she is so cruel I’m surprised she’s not a Slytherin.” She goes up and hugs him. “Don't worry, you’ll find someone to go to the ball with.” He looked at her.

   “Well, she’s the one that asked me. I just don’t get why she ran away.” He sat in one of the sofas. “I thought she liked me.” I don’t really know what to do, I’m not the best problem solver in the world, but I might be able to understand why she did that.

 “I’ll go and talk to her. I’ll find out what she was doing.” Arthur nods and I go up the stairs to her dorm room. She is sitting on her bed clutching a pillow, face is flushed red. 

   “Go away, I don’t want to talk to you.” She snaps when I walk up to her bed. I notice she has a couple of pieces of paper stuffed under her pillow.

   “I’ll leave when you tell me what just happened downstairs. Artie is an awesome dude, why would you ask him out and then dump him after seeing a mistletoe form?” I ask as I cross my arms. She looks away.

   “I do like him, it’s just…” She blushes. “In divination, Professor Onai told me that my first kiss would take place in a garden, with stars sparkling above me and the perfect guy and music playing. When the mistletoe formed, I was scared that the prediction wasn’t going to come true.” Her face is now glowing with embarrassment. 

   “Oh, well, you know you could have handled the situation a lot better, right? Art is really upset downstairs, I think he thinks you hate him.” I raise my eyebrow. She looks away.

   “I don’t hate him, I really like him,” She sounds as if she is about to cry. “I just got scared.” She drops her head down to her pillow and I hear small sobbing. 

   “Well, I would apologize to him, and don’t worry too much about what happens in divination class.” She looks up and gives me a teary smile.

  I'm sitting at the Hufflepuff table eating my cold food and reading a book when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look behind me and Sebastian is standing there, looking at me with concern. I jump in surprise.

   "You weren't in the great hall during lunch, are you ok?" He asks me. My face starts burning and I look away.

   "Yeah, I, uh, just had a nap and slept through it."

   He sits down beside me and I subtly slide away. 

   "You've been missing lunch and dinner for about a month now. Surely you haven't been napping and sleeping in every day." I see him glance at my soup, which is no longer steaming and is starting to get thicker.

   I move my arm so my book is blocking his view. "I'm fine, don't worry about it." 

   He looks at me in confusion then relaxes his face. "So, do you have a date to the ball?" 

   "No." Wait, is he going to ask me? That definitely won't help with my crush, and I know I would say something to mess it up. 

   "Well, we can't go unless we have a partner, do you maybe want to go with me? As friends, of course." He looks down.

   Crap. "Um...I don't know...can I think about it?" And without waiting for an answer I grab my bag and practically run out of the room. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to go together and dance and laugh, but it would only feed my delusions. I could ask Ominis if I could go with him, that way I won't be going with Sebastian and I'll still get to go to the ball. Yes, that's a perfect plan.

   I run to the undercroft and like always, he is sitting there on the floor. I rush to join him, and he gives a small jump, indicating that I startled him.

   "Ominis do you want to go to the ball with me? That way we can both go." 

   He turns red. "I'm sorry, I really am, but I'm going with someone else..." 

   Oh. "Really? That's great! Who is the lucky girl?" I feel my shoulders fall in disappointment. 

   His face goes even redder and he looks away.

   "I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone." 

   "That's alright. Well, it's nice that you can go. I’m probably just going to lock myself in my common room with a butt-load of butterbear and some books" I groan.

   "Why don't you just go with Sebastian? He asked you didn't he? He told me he would." He raises his eyebrow and adjusts the way he is sitting.

   "No, I can't. My feelings for him are only going to get worse. He'll find someone else to go with. Loads of girls like him." I sigh and pull my hair out of my face.

   Ominis pauses for a second. "But… do you want to see him with someone else?"

   I look away. I don't. I really, really don't. "I might not be going so I won't have to see him at all." 

   After a month of avoiding Sebastian, trying to study, and listening to everyone talk about the ball, I was ready to lock myself in my dorm room and never come out. Every time I saw Sebastian there was a large group of girls surrounding him and asking him if he's got a date. He always just shrugs and walks away, leaving all the girls in a fit of giggles. 

   There are two days before the ball and I don't have a date. I’m possibly the only person in all of Hogwarts who won’t be at the ball. I really want to go though. Really bad. So I'm going to do something I might regret. Red-faced, I walk up to Sebastian when his usual crowd of girls has left and tap him on his shoulder. He turns around and smiles when he sees me, adding more butterflies to my stomach.

   "Hey, um...I know this is really last minute but if you don't already have a date, I would like to go with you. As friends of course." I start fidgeting with my hands and I can’t stop. 

   He gives a small smile. "48 hours before the ball and you are asking me to go. Maybe I should think about it." He smirks. I give him a playful shove. 

   "I'm sorry! I should have asked you sooner. So do you have a date?" 

   "I do now. I'll see you there, Y/N." He smiles and walks off. My heartbeat quickens.

   I'm going to the ball. With Sebastian. 

   "You know, it's not going to be easy to avoid him if he's your date," Ominis tells me in the library after telling him what happened.  

   "It'll be okay, I'll dance with him once or twice and just make excuses the rest of the night!" I take a sip of my water. "So I won't really be with him, I mean, one dance is harmless enough."

   Ominis rubs his temple. "I don't see why you-"

   "Of course, you can't see." 

   "How original. I can't see why you don't just tell him how you feel. If he feels the same way that's a win and if he doesn't your feelings will fade and you guys can move on from it." He leaned back in his chair. Someone comes up behind him looks at us, and then walks off after making eye contact with me.

   "I just can't risk ending our friendship. He means too much to me." I say, barely above a whisper. 

   Ominis goes quiet for a moment. "I used to feel like that too, but when I thought I was going to lose her I told her how I felt and now we are going to the ball together, turns out she liked me back." He has the smallest of smiles on his face and his face has gone slightly pink.

   "Who is this mystery woman anyway? it's driving me insane not knowing." I lean forward in my chair, eager to change the subject.

   "You'll find out in less than 48 hours. You can survive until then." He laughs. "What are you wearing to the ball? You need to describe it in great detail so I can picture it."

   Oh no. Nonono. "I forgot to get a dress! It's way too late to get one from Hogsmeade now!" 

   "I'm sorry to barge in, but did you say you need a dress?" Natty comes up from behind me. "My date got sick so I won't be going to the Yule Ball, you can have mine."

   "Natty are you sure? It was probably really expensive."

   She nods. "Yes, it would be a shame for it to go to waste. I want you to have it. I can give it to you now, it's in my dorm room just give me a second and I’ll grab it for you."

   I'm standing in front of the mirror in the Hufflepuff common room 2 days later wearing the most beautiful dress I've ever seen. It looks like something worn in a fairytale. White at my shoulder blades, a light red at my chest and it fades to the colour of a dark rose at the waist until it reaches black at the bottom, it's long and loose, easy to move in. I am stunning.

   "Oh, woah," I mutter to myself. The ball starts in an hour, Sebastian will be meeting me at the entrance.

   "Oh my goodness, Y/N! Your dress is beautiful!" Poppy's voice says in awe. I turn around to see Poppy wearing a thin yellow dress that compliments her hair colour, and a black ribbon around her waist. 

   "Says you, you look amazing." 

   She smiles at me. "Garreth will be coming by the entrance of our common room in about half an hour to pick me up, I'm so nervous, I don't know what to do while I wait." She fidgets with her hands and I see in her eyes how anxious she is.

   "Well, you can help me with my hair, I can't curl it well on my own." 

   After 20 minutes of playing around with spells, charms, and gel, my hair has a nice wave to it, and it shines.

   "Thank you, Poppy," I hear the door knock. "I think Garreth is here." 

   Poppy waves at me and runs out of the room with a smile on her face. I still have a half hour, so I go and walk around the common room. Luis is wearing dark grey dress robes that have a slight frill at the collar and has combed his hair down. 

   “Hey Y/N, how are you?” His eyes scan my outfit. “Nice dress.”

   “Thank you, a friend of mine gave it to me. Who are you taking to the ball?” He lifts his head up and smiles a proud sort of smile. 

   “Imelda Reyes. Her date cancelled at the last minute so I stepped in and asked. She said yes!” He smiles. I don’t tell him she likely said yes just to go to the ball, his smile is too big for me to take it away. I checked my watch, 15 minutes left. I should start to go, I don’t want to be late and the castle is big.

   “I should go, I’ll see you later Luis.” I wave at him and exit through the door. A couple of students are making out under a mistletoe. I roll my eyes and walk past.  

   I encounter a couple of people on the way, we make polite conversation but I try to get away as fast as I can, the ball starts soon and I truly don’t want to be late. I turn down the stairs and Sebastian is at the bottom. He’s wearing a white undershirt with a dark grey vest with a green trim. His hair is combed and he’s wearing a dazed look on his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth is parted ever so slightly. It takes me a moment to realize that he is looking at me. I feel my face turn as red as my dress. I walk down the stairs and he bows at me.

   “Good evening Miss, you look absolutely stunning tonight.” He holds out his hand. I take it and curtsy. 

   “Why thank you, kind sir, you look very handsome,” I say back in a horrible British accent. I can play along too. He leads me toward the great hall, which has been decorated to the brim with snowflakes and lights. It looks gorgeous. There are a lot of people here, dancing mostly to an upbeat tune playing. I try to look for Ominis to see his date but the room is just too busy. Sebastian turns and looks at me. 

   “Would you like to dance? Or do you just want to wait and get a drink?” I search his face for any sign of laughter or insincerity, but there is none.

   “We can dance if you want to. I warn you that I’m not the best dancer.” I laugh. He smiles and shifts his stance.

   “Don’t worry, I’m not the best either. I’m sure you’ll do great.” My stomach turns. One dance, then I can go back to avoiding him. He takes my hand as the song changes to a slower one, more waltz-y-like. Sebastian leads me to the middle of the dance floor, where most of the guys have dragged their dates off. He puts his hands on my waist, causing me to feel like I’m going to melt. I rest my arms on his shoulders and we start spinning. He lied when he said he wasn’t a good dancer. He dances with such ease that he’s almost dancing for me. We start off slow, then he picks up momentum and starts moving us across the floor. He grabs my hand and twirls me, my dress does a little flutter. When he pulls me back to him he puts his arms around me again, pulling me closer than before, we’re so close I am practically hugging him when I put my hands back around his neck.

   “I can’t believe he’s with her, there are how many girls in this school and he picks a troll.” I hear Imelda’s voice say. I stumble at her words and trip over my feet. Sebastian catches me just before I hit the floor and helps me up. 

   “Are you ok?” He asks, his eyes sympathetic. I look around the room, the majority of the people are watching me. 

   “Yeah, just a little embarrassed that’s all.” I thought that one dance would be okay, but my heart is beating so hard and my stomach is in knots. I need to get away from him, now. “I’m just going to go the washroom, I’ll be right back.” He nods and I walk away. I’m walking as fast as I can and almost run into Ominis when I turn the corner. 

   “Sorry, I should be paying attention.” I say, grabbing the rose that fell out of his hand. Ominis gives me a smile and turns the most subtle shade of pink. “Oh yeah, who’s your date, can I see her now?” I ask as a pretty girl in a light green dress and soft brown hair comes behind him. It takes me a second to figure out who she is. “Anne? Oh wow, you look amazing!” It’s true, her eyes are no longer tired, her smile is no longer fake, and her cheekbones are no longer sunken. 

   “Thanks, you do too! Where is Sebastian? I wanted to surprise him with the news. I’m going to be at Hogwarts from now on!” She flashes me the biggest smile, and Ominis smiles at her enthusiasm. 

   “That’s great! He’s just in the great hall somewhere. Wait,” I look at the both of them. “Does he know about you two?” I ask. They both sort of turn red and look away. 

  “No, but I’ll tell him after I’ve told him I’m coming here,” Anne replies as she fixes her dress strap. “I should go tell him now before someone else does. See you later Y/N!” She smiles, takes Ominis’ hand and walks into the great hall. Sebastian would be happy to hear that his

sister is coming back, after all they have been through she is finally feeling good enough to join everyone at Hogwarts, and she seems truly happy about it. 

   I don’t know what to do, because I really want to be at the ball and dancing with him was fun, but I can hardly be in the same room with Sebastian without completely losing it. I walk around the castle for a little while, the people in the paintings talking about the Yule Ball and why I’m not there. When I come back 15 minutes has passed, and people are dancing, shouting, and just acting crazy. I’m pretty sure someone slipped fire whiskey into the drinks. I scan the room and I see Sebastian sitting down, looking kind of depressed, I’m guessing Anne hasn’t told him yet. Even though I want to help him, it’s just better if I avoid him. I turn and walk toward Arthur and the 5th year from earlier.

   “Y/N! She explained what happened! She told me she wasn’t feeling very good and didn’t want me to get sick! She likes me!” He says after she walks away to get more whiskey-punch. Her excuse was sort of weak, but it sounds like he fell for it. “She told me she’s getting sort of overwhelmed, so I’m going to take her out to the flower garden to get some air, do you think Weasley would get after us?” He asked with a look of concern growing on his face. Oh. Oh. 

   “No, I don’t think so. You’ll have time to get out of here without her noticing.” I try and hide my smile. “Go out and take her for some air.” He nods and when his date comes back he turns to her and says, 

   “Hey, It’s kinda crazy in here, do you want to go and get some air?” She looks at me and I smile and nod. She turns back to him.

   “Sure, thank you, Artie.” She takes his hand and together they walk out of the great hall. I smile to myself, knowing what is going to happen. I stand around awkwardly for a minute or two and then I go and sit down. This isn’t as fun as I had hoped.  I feel a tap on my shoulder.

   ‘Hey, can we go to the undercroft?” Sebastian says, he looks serious. “I need to talk to you about something.” He looks at me, waiting for my response.

   “Can’t- can’t it wait?” I ask as I fix my posture. He looks at me in the eyes and shakes his head. 

   “This is a conversation we should have had a while ago. I just thought things would be… different… tonight. “ Huh? What does he mean? I slowly stand up.

   “Okay, after you.” I gesture towards the door and we both leave the room. We don’t say a word the entire way there, though he keeps glancing my way. My heart is racing, what could he possibly want to talk about? Surely it’s not how I’ve been staying out of his way? Perhaps he is cocerned for Ominis? Though why would he be concerned?

    When we enter the undercroft he closes the door and immediately walks up to me. 

   “Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something?” He walks closer to me. “I’ve missed you, it feels like every time I see you you just run away or make excuses.” My face burns. I slowly back up, hitting the wall.

   “No, I haven’t been avoiding you. Why would I do that?” I know my face is red. I’ve been caught. Maybe I could take a page from that fifth-year's book and pretend I’ve been sick. I’m about to tell him that when he steps up to me and puts his arm around my waist, making butterflies rapidly grow in my stomach.    “You left me at the ball. You lied to me when you said you would be right back. That hurt, Y/N/N.” His eyes are sad, his mouth in a slight frown. I think back to seeing him sitting down at

the ball, not dancing or having any fun with his friends. Was he waiting for me to come back? Was he really that affected by my disappearance?

   “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would care if I left.” I look away and then look back to see his reaction. His eyes widen and he has a confused and angry look on his face.

   “I wouldn’t care? Of course, I would care! I care about you a lot Y/N!” He pauses for a second, puts his hand on the back of his head, and sighs. “I really like you. More than just a friend. I think about you all the time, Ominis is sick of hearing me talk about you, I want to be with you so bad it hurts.” His face turns red, and my stomach flips. The room seems so small now.

   “I like you too…” I whisper, unable to breathe. “I thought you wouldn’t like me back so I was going to avoid you until my feelings died down, that way our friendship wouldn’t end. You mean too much to me.” I feel the weight fall off my shoulders, it feels good to say all this out loud. He looks at me with his mouth slightly parted, eyes telling me that he is somewhat glad to know this. I hear a small sprouting noise and look above us and I see a mistletoe growing rapidly. It’s sprouting vines that twist and turn in all sorts of directions, its leaves almost glittering. I look back at Sebastian, whose eyes are locked on the mistletoe. He looks back at me and tightens his grasp on my waist. He pushes me harder against the wall and presses his lips against mine. He pulls back and sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair.

   “I shouldn’t-. I'm sorry”.

   I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the best I have in a couple months. “You know, It’s a shame we didn’t get to dance more during the ball. It would have been fun” Now that I know he likes me too, dancing with him at the ball would have been like something out of a fairytale. He wraps his arms just above my hip.

   “Well, it’s not too late to dance now.” We start swaying and he gives me an occasional twirl. Even with no music, dancing here is almost better than in the great hall. Maybe it’s because I don’t feel wrong for feeling the butterflies in my stomach, or maybe it’s because I know he likes me back. Either way, I’m happier here.

[spacetime1969]

Danny Fenton’s Field Trip to the Ghost Zone!

I have had the wonderful opportunity to write a fic inspired by the art of the wonderful @arisu-artnfics as part of @ecto-implosion. I ended up thinking it would be fun to bring in a trope from a completely different fandom, and write a Peter Parker Field Trip fic for Danny Fenton. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: We’re Almost There!

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When Dash woke up it was to the sound of cheerful voices outside, and the green light of the Ghost Zone's sky.

He rubbed his eyes as he climbed off his cot. Grabbing his jacket, he looked around the bus. It looked like he wasn't the last one awake, but he was definitely close.

He carefully made his way out of the bus so he didn’t wake anyone. Outside several tables had been set up and his classmates were enjoying what appeared to be a strangely normal cafeteria breakfast.

He stepped off the bus to go find his friends, only for a little kid to fly straight through him. Before he could even flinch he was bowled over by Fenton crashing into him. He completely knocked Dash off his feet, which, even if he hadn't been braced for it, was slightly embarrassing for the star quarterback.

Dash heard a childish laugh and looked up to see a little blue skinned girl floating above them. “HA HA HA! Beware! I am Box Lunch! And you will never be able to catch me Danny!���

“Oh yeah squirt! Watch me!” Fenton pushed Dash off of him and lunged at the little ghost. “Tickle attack!” He grabbed her and tickled her sides, sending the girl into peals of laughter.

“Stop Stop!” The girl eventually said through her laughter. Danny laughs and stops his tickles to lift the girl onto his shoulder, making her giggle again. “Come on Box Lunch, let's get you back to your parents.”

He turned to look at Dash. “Grab some breakfast Dash. Dora called Lunch Lady over after the storm. She designed the menu at Casper High way back in the day, so it should all be pretty familiar,” Danny said, walking off with a giggling ghost girl on his shoulders.

Dash was left slightly baffled, but with nothing else to do, he pulled himself up off the ground and made his way over to his friends, grabbing one of the trays of breakfast on the way over.

“Hey guys,” he said, sitting down with the other A-Listers.

“Hey Dash, how'd you sleep?” Star asked.

He shrugged. “I've slept worse I guess.”

Paulina whined. “I knowwww. Those beds were so uncomfortable!”

Kwan chuckled. “Personally, it was Manson and Foley chanting all night long that kept me up.”

“Oh yeah. Speaking of which, have you run into Manson yet?” Star asked.

Dash furrowed his brow. “No? Why?”

Star winced. “Maybe avoid her if you can. She threatened to gut me with a spoon when I asked her where she got her coffee from.”

Dash looked out over the other tables set up in the field. Sure enough there was Manson with a steaming mug of coffee, she looked up at him and gave him a glare that made Dash fear for his life. He quickly looked away.

“Noted. Did you guys seen Fenton? He absolutely bodied me as I got off the bus.”

“Oh yeah, was that little girl still with him?” Paulina asked.

“Yeah, he called her Box Lunch. Any idea who she is?”

Kwan nodded and swallowed a spoonful of cereal. “Apparently he babysits for the box and lunch lady ghosts. She's their kid.”

Dash shook his head. “Yeah alright. They can do magic, and he babysits for ghosts. Think there’s anything else Fenton’s been hiding?” The others laughed. It was a very strained and slightly hysterical set of laughs.

“I'm not sure I'm ready for whatever else we might find out today.”

They ate the rest of their breakfasts and chatted for a little longer, before Fenton called everyone together with a whistle.

“Alright everyone! We've fixed the bus and are all set to go! Boxy and Lunch Lady were able to give us directions directly to the Far Frozen, so we'll be heading straight there.

“If you’re still eating, finish up, and everyone back onto the bus. Be quiet in the back though. Mr. Lancer is still sleeping.”

Dash collected the other A-Listers trays and put them away.

They continued to chat as they climbed back on the bus, thanking Lunch Lady as she and Box Lunch handed them all snacks for the road.

Out the bus window he watched Fenton and the others thank the queen, before climbing into the bus with the rest of them.

Technus announced their next stop a little more quietly than usual, so as not to wake up the snoring Mr. Lancer in the back, but still with just as much enthusiasm as always. "Next stop: The Far Frozen!"

The doors of the bus closed and Fenton and his friends waved goodbye to their ghostly friends as the bus jumped into the sky, and then they were off.

It turned out the Far Frozen was still a good distance away, which made sense considering the name. Even with all the flying they had done the day before they would have at least another hour of flying to get there.

Honestly, it wasn’t that bad. Someone broke out an Uno deck, someone else produced a sharpie to draw a mustache on Lancer's Face, and the time flew. It was actually relaxing to have a, sort of, regular drive after everything that had happened the day before.

They had been flying for a good while when a call from the front of the bus got Dash's attention.

“Hey! I can see the Far Frozen from here!” Foley called.

Dash straightened from where he had been slumped in his chair and looked out the front of the bus.

Off in the distance he could see a shining island. Its pure white snow stood out vividly against the background green of the Ghost Zone.

“Land ho!” someone called.

They were almost there! just a few more minutes and they would finally be able to get home.

Something slammed into the side of the bus, and Dash hit his head on the seat in front of him.

~o0o~

Danny was happy. They were almost to the Far Frozen.

Finally he would be able to stop worrying about his classmates and get back home.

He just hoped that nothing was going to go wrong for this final stretch.

Danny being Danny, the moment he thought this was, of course, the moment things went wrong.

An ectoblast hit the side of the bus and his classmates screamed. Danny was thrown into the side of the bus by the force of the impact, but thankfully he landed on his shoulder and not his head.

He glanced at his friends, checking them for injuries instinctively. He had no idea if the rest of his classmates were as lucky, but at the very least his friends were still in fighting shape.

“Technus, what was that?” he called.

Technus's voice was terrified. “It's him.”

Danny didn't have to wonder who he meant long.

“Danny Phantom! Come out and face me!”

Danny knew that voice. It was one of the voices that haunt his nightmares.

Someone had freed Pariah Dark.

Danny looked behind him at his terrified classmates, and then back to his friends. “Well I guess it's time to let the ghost cat out of the bag.”

His friends rolled their eyes at him. “Realy Danny? That wasn't even a good quip!” Sam complained.

Danny snorted. Eh, it was still better than nothing. He grew serious. “I want you three to defend the bus, get it to the Far Frozen while I handle Pariah.”

His friends nodded. “We'll handle it. You go kick some ghost but, Phantom.” Val said, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

He stood up and stepped into the middle of the bus.

He made eye contact with Dash who had fallen into the aisle and grinned. This might not be the best way to reveal his secret, but oh boy was he going to enjoy seeing Dash's reaction.

“I'm going ghost!”

Familiar rings of pure white appeared around his waist. He willed them to split apart with just a thought, and felt the electric chill of his ectoplasm spread out from his core and fill his body. He felt the once terrifying but now familiar feeling of his heartbeat stopping and being replaced by a pulsing power, and his clothes changed from his usual shirt and jeans to his now signature black and white jumpsuit.

He grinned as the light faded and he could see the absolutely gobsmacked faces of his classmates, and the recently woken Mr. Lancer, as they realized that the nerdy Danny Fenton was actually their beloved local hero.

He raised two fingers to his head and saluted them with a smirk. “Surprise! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a former king to put down for a nap.”

He let his hold on his physical form go, and fell through the bottom of the bus.

He flew up above the bus and turned to face Pariah. “Is someone grumpy cause he got woken up from his nap too early?”

Pariah scoffed. “Let us dispense with the pleasantries, Phantom, and get straight to the part where I end your pitiful existence.”

Danny bared his teeth in a grin. “Very well, Pariah, I accept your challenge.”

He flew at the other ghost, firing ectoblasts as he approached.

Pariah blocked them with his mace, and lunged at him in turn. His mace swung straight for Danny's head.

Danny weaved around it, landing a solid hit to Pariah's face.

Unfortunately, this meant he was just a little too close to dodge when Pariah used his free hand to punch him.

Danny was sent flying, and, had he been human, the impact likely would have broken several ribs. But instead he simply willed his flight to straighten out and used the momentum to swing back and attack Pariah even harder.

They traded blows back and forth, Danny switching between his ice, his ectoblasts, and plain old punches.

Pariah managed to land his own share of hits, but it was very clear that this fight was incredibly different from when they had first fought back in Danny's freshman year.

Danny wasn't that same scared kid anymore, and Pariah was now clearly the weaker opponent. He struggled to adapt to Danny's attacks and block his hits.

Danny laughed and grabbed Pariah's weapon, sending a powerful ectoblast into the other ghost’s chest at the same time.

Pariah lost his grip on the mace and went flying backwards.

He roared with rage, his armor now smoking and blasted full of holes from all of Danny's attacks. He charged at Danny, his eye literally burning with rage.

Danny stood his ground as Pariah got closer and closer. Just before he was in range Danny took a deep breath and Wailed. The unearthly force sent Pariah flying away from Danny once again.

Their fight had drifted so far from where it started that they were now fighting above the snow covered dunes of the Far Frozen. The force of Danny's Wail sent Pariah crashing down through the snow, pressing him against the ice below.

The Wailing stopped, and Pariah's own mace pressed against the ghost’s chest, holding the exhausted former king down.

“Yield Pariah! You can't win this fight!” Danny said.

Pariah struggled against the weight of the mace, but was unable to push it off his chest.

“Never! This fight isn't over!”

It sounded weak even to the ghost's own ears, but the voice that answered Pariah wasn't Danny's, though it sounded oh so very close.

“Oh, yes it is.”

Before Danny even had an opportunity to react, an ectoblast hit him from behind, sending him crashing into the snow. He tried to get up, but a foot pressed into his back.

He turned his head to see who was holding him down, and saw that it was exactly who he'd feared he had heard.

Dan stood above Danny, his foot pressed into his back. “Hello Danny, it’s been a long time.”

Dan grinned, and then his fist hit the back of Danny's head.

~o0o~

Val had watched Danny's fight with Pariah grow closer and closer to where they had landed the bus.

She had cheered with the rest of their classmates as Danny once again beat Pariah Dark, but her classmates' cheers cut off into screaming when a second ghost became visible and shot him in the back.

She instinctively summoned her suit, ignoring the gasps of her classmates behind her.

She hopped onto her hover board and was about to speed away and join the fight but Sam grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Let me go! I need to help him!”

“Wait Val! That's Dan!”

Val felt herself flinch. Danny and the others had told her about what had happened in the erased timeline. It was perhaps the only time she had seen Danny truly scared.

Danny had also asked her for a favor that night, and Val had refused, loudly and angrily. She had stormed out on them and flown as far away as she could.

Danny had found her, and he had asked her again.

He had held out a lead lined box, containing a bullet designed to end even the most powerful of ghosts, a bullet made of ecto-ranium and coated in blood blossom extract.

He had asked her, again, to end him if he ever became the monster that haunted his nightmares more than any other.

She had accepted, and that bullet, despite phasing away with the rest of her suit, had weighed heavily on her ever since.

Sam let go of her arm, seeing that Val understood what she was going to be facing, and what needed to be done. “Yeah, now go!”

Val nodded and summoned her hoverboard, speeding towards where Dan was punching down at an already unconscious Danny.

As she flew she pulled out the bullet, loading it into her gun and taking aim.

Once she was close enough she spun her board and brought herself to a stop. She only had one shot.

She took a slow breath in, held it for a moment, and then released it.

Bang!

She pulled the trigger. The gun fired, and the bullet flew rapidly towards Dan.

But not quite rapidly enough.

Pariah had stumbled to his feet, and Dan grabbed him and shoved the other ghost between himself and the bullet.

The bullet buried itself into Pariah's chest, and he screamed.

Val flinched. Pariah's screams were nothing like his angry rage filled roars. These were the painful desperate sounds of a man dying.

Dan tossed the convulsing body back into the snow. Barely sparing it a glance as it dissolved into a bubbling puddle of ectoplasm.

She wanted to puke at the way he grinned at her.

“Ah, Valerie. It's been a long time. I'm looking forward to seeing you dead at my feet.”

Val had almost no time to react. Dan came at her viciously. She flew and spun and dodged faster than she ever had before in her life.

It wasn't enough.

One of Dan's ectoblasts finally made contact and she was sent flying off her board, spinning down into the snow below.

~o0o~

Danny groaned as he came to. The world around him swam, but something deep in his core was screaming for him to get up.

he forced his way up to his hands and knees. Looking up to see Dan standing over Valerie.

He tried to summon an ectoblast to at least distract him, but it fizzled out in his hands. He was too drained.

He looked around to see if he could see anything at all to help him.

The bubbling pool that was all that remained of Pariah Dark melted through the snow and flowed towards Danny, washing the deadly bullet towards him.

Danny looked at it, and then back at Valerie.

With no other options, he grabbed it.

He screamed, the noise unwillingly torn from his throat. Blackness began to creep in around his vision. He forced it back.

Dan had turned to look at him when he screamed, and Danny lunged, pressing the bullet to the other ghost's throat.

Their shared screams echoed across the snowy plains, but Danny didn't let go. He held the bullet to Dan's skin for as long as he could.

But the darkness was closing in on Danny's vision and his arms were weakening. The bullet slipped from his grasp, and Danny and Dan both slumped into the snow.

There was a flash of light, and through swimming vision he saw Val putting the cap onto her Fenton Thermos. It was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes and let himself fall into the snow.

[datauthorress]

we'll fly so far away [chapter 4]

Pairing: Logan / Original Female Character, Logan / Original Male Character, Logan / Original Non-Binary Character, Original Female Character / Original Male Character

Summary: Approached by Charles Xavier, Shelby is invited to stay at the X-Mansion to better learn to control her psychic powers. There, she finds her best friend, Kahn and Logan, a grumpy, temperamental man who has a soft spot for Kahn and then eventually Shelby.

Rating: E

A/N: Alternate Universe – Takes place in 2024, with references from the movies and other media. Has most of the characters from the film series.

Fuck, she was really sick and tired of passing out and waking up in absolute agony.

The first couple times were bad enough, but now she was just getting irritated with it. Shelby woke with a start, spitting snow out of her mouth and coughing slightly. Fuck, her head was worse now. And she knew she had a severe concussion. Hell, she didn’t even know how she was still moving around with the concussion.

Fuck, she was cold.

She forced herself to get up, hissing through her teeth to fight through the pain. She dug her fingers into the rough bark of a tree, using that as leverage to stand up. She shivered, her breath coming out in harsh pants as she took in her surroundings. Nothing but trees and clearings, filled with snow that was falling in small fluffy increments.

She glanced over towards the mountain range nearby and cursed as she realized where she was.

Canada.

“Shit,” Shelby whispered.

Right now, she had to focus on getting into contact with Professor Xavier and then helping Logan. Maybe Xavier had been able to track her using Cerebro. But it didn’t help her situation now. If what that creepy scientist said was true, it meant….

God, she didn’t even want to think about it.

This was bad.

Shelby pulled her coat tighter around herself and took a few steps forward before she heard the sound of a tree falling in the distance behind her. Her eyes widened as a howl echoed through the trees.

“Really fucking bad!” she said to herself and ignored the pain in her leg so she could run.

More trees fell down in the distance behind her as she tried to put some distance between her and Logan. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the bushes rustling, before Logan came charging through them, claws unsheathed and ready to slice into her flesh.

“Fuck!”

Shelby picked up the pace, but due to her leg, she couldn’t run as fast as she wanted to. She glanced over her shoulder and yelped as Logan’s claws aimed for her head. She dodged just in time, as his claws sliced through a tree.

“Logan!” she called out, backing away from him as he approached her, his dark eyes wild. “Logan, it’s me! Shelby, remember? You know me! We’re friends! What about Kahn? He’s your boyfriend, remember him?”

Logan snarled and lunged right for her.

Shelby moved off to the side quickly, then yelped as the tips of his metal claws sliced into her arm, grazing into the flesh and blood immediately beading up at the wounds.

Fuck, that hurts!

“Logan!” Shelby shouted, slapping a hand over the bleeding injury. “Please, it’s me!”

Shelby had never expected to be in this kind of situation. Go to the mansion, Xavier said. You’ll learn to control your powers, he said. He did not fucking mention she would be fighting for her life against a friend!

Logan approached her menacingly, his claws glinting in the snow. He didn’t remember her.

Wait…

Those memories. Those memories she had absorbed from that creepy fucking doctor! If I could get close enough, I could give those memories to Logan! He might remember what those bastards did to him and come out of this! Shelby thought.

Okay, there was an idea.

But she had to get close enough to Logan without being skewered.

Shelby glanced up at the tree next to them and her eyes widened as Logan snarled, lunging for her once more.

“I’m sorry!” she apologized and shouted as she used her powers, slicing through the thick trunk of the tree.

Logan didn’t have time to react or leap away as the tree came crashing down on top of him, pinning him against the snowy forest floor. He snarled, baring canines as he struggled to get out from underneath the heavy trunk. Shelby winced, but she quickly ran down the hill, sliding down it the rest of the way. She saw a large lake that outstretched for about a half-mile across and after deducing that it would take longer for her to get around it safely, she had to take a chance and try to cross it without breaking the ice.

This is Canada. It should be thick enough for me to cross.

Shelby shivered, pulling her coat around herself tighter and she placed one foot on the ice, pressing down on it slightly hard. It didn’t break and felt thick enough. One foot forward, followed by another and she started making her way across the lake.

Then, she heard the unnerving howl that echoed loudly through the clearing.

Fuck.

Shelby whipped around as Logan came charging out of the trees, looking more pissed off than before. Fuck walking. Shelby started running across the lake, her boots making thudding noises on the ice as she ran. Logan was hot on her heels, somehow his 300+ pounds of pure metal and muscle not affecting the ice at all.

CRACK

The ice crackled underneath them.

Shelby came to a screeching halt, as did Logan. She turned around to face him, seeing multiple cracks on the ice underneath them. Fuck, if either of them fell in, they were done.

“Logan,” Shelby called out breathlessly, taking a careful step back as Logan took a step towards her, growling underneath his breath. “Logan, listen to me. Those bastards are controlling you. You are not a weapon. You’re Logan. You’re my friend, friend of the X-Men and a member of the X-Men. You know me. I know you. Please, Logan. Remember me.”

Logan paused and something akin to confusion spread across his features. For a moment, Shelby saw Logan. The Logan she knew, the Logan that loved Kahn. The Logan that she had become friends with and admired and wanted to be around.

But then, the confusion faded within seconds of it appearing and it was replaced with murderous rage. He snarled and jumped, aiming right for her. Shelby yelped and managed to move off to the side just before Logan landed on the ice beside her, his claws sinking into the ice and causing spiderwebs of cracks to form.

The ice crunched underneath them.

And then it shattered, plunging both of them in the icy waters below.

It was difficult to move. Shelby had never been in this sort of situation before, having to deal with the icy cold water of any body of water. She had researched about it, seen it on film and television and knew it was a horrible way to die. But to actually experience it, the suffocating numbness that crawled through her veins like a parasite taking over, was much worse.

Shelby held her breath, kicking her legs to make her way back to the surface. It was beginning to work, with the strength she had left to propel herself back to the surface. Without warning, a hand grabbed onto the bottom of her coat and pulled her down further into the abyss of the lake.

And then sharp metal sunk into the outside of her right thigh.

Her scream was muffled by the water, numbness yet excruciating pain spreading through her entire form. She kicked her other leg as hard as she could and with a well-placed kick, her boot connected with Logan’s nose. She heard cartilage crunch underneath her weight and the claws removed themselves from her thigh. She swam quickly, her lungs burning and protesting-

And she broke the surface, erupting into a fit of violent coughs. She continued to cough as she made her way to the edge of the hole, digging her fingers into the ice as she pulled herself up with a pained cry, red-hot pain coursing through her entire form.

Blood splashed onto the ice, dripping from her thigh steadily. She gasped once she was free of the water, coughing and shivering. Hypothermia was definitely going to kill her if she didn’t get moving.

“….lby? Shelby, can you hear me?!”

Xavier!

“P-Professor!” Shelby coughed, gasping as she forced herself to stand, putting her hand on her thigh as blood gushed from the wound. “Professor, Logan…..I….!”

“Please, hang on! Scott and the others are on the way!” Xavier spoke, his voice etched in worry and concern.

She felt the connection fade away and Shelby cursed, but was at least glad Xavier managed to find her location. Fuck, she was in so much pain. And she didn’t blame Logan. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him-

Ice broke behind her and she whipped her head around, her wet hair clinging to her forehead as Logan came bounding out of the ice, soaking wet from head to toe.

“Oh god…” she whispered.

Logan charged with a thunderous roar. Shelby moved as fast as she could, but Logan was much faster than her, given that she was hurt. Shelby managed to dodge off to the side before Logan could pierce her with his claws, but her leg buckled underneath her and she yelped as she fell onto her back. Logan pounced, claws aiming right for her head and she managed to turn her head to the side, just in time for those claws to graze against her cheek and pierce through the hood of her coat and into the ground, pinning her to the forest floor.

His other hand raised before it came down and Shelby threw her hands up, using the little strength she had left to stop his claws from piercing her sternum. Her hands shook with effort as she focused on keeping his claws away from her flesh.

“Logan!” she grunted. “Logan, remember me! Remember us! We’re your friends!”

He snarled, eyes narrowing and put strength behind his arm, his claws forcing themselves half an inch closer to her body.

“Remember who you are!” Shelby grunted. “You are Logan Howlett, born James Howlett and you are a member of the X-Men led by Charles Xavier! We are your friends and we are your home!”

Logan bared his canines threateningly.

Fuck, she wasn’t getting to him. She had to try something. Those memories she absorbed….she could transfer those memories to Logan and maybe, maybe he would remember. But it would mean she would have to let go of her telekinesis. And that would allow Logan’s claws to pierce her sternum.

It was the only idea she had.

Shelby took a deep breath and released her telekinetic grip on Logan’s claws and in a nanosecond, those claws pierced her flesh and through bone and into her sternum.

White-hot pain crashed through her entire body and she coughed, blood flying from her lips. With the closeness of Logan now, she reached a hand up and put it on his face, before she began to transfer those memories into his mind. It was like a wormhole of knowledge, moving pictures and memories flying into his mind. Going deeper, Shelby saw the extent of his own memories, the memories that had been hidden underneath, so much rage, so much grief and pain.

“Logan,” she wheezed.

Logan’s claws slid out of her sternum, and he howled, clutching at his head in agony. He stood up, teeth gritting as pain seemed to echo through his mind, as if the memories were excruciating.

Then, he collapsed to the ground, his body landing chest first into the snow.

It went quiet, except for the sound of Shelby’s wheezing. Blood gushed from her injuries and she made a move to get up, but then she heard a sudden growl and Sabertooth’s hand wrapped around her neck and he slammed her up against a tree.

“You’re dying, you stupid girl.” He growled close to her face.

“Y-yea, I know. Fucking sucks,” she said with a wheeze and she spat blood in his face.

While Sabretooth was distracted with blood in his eyes, she shoved a hand across his forehead and invaded his mind with her presence. “You will go back to that facility. You will end the scientists and the researchers who were involved and you will destroy that facility. You will make sure everything burns. And then, when you’re done, you will leave and you will never come back.”

The hand around her throat slowly loosened before she was dropped and without a word, Sabretooth turned and started making his way back to the facility. Shelby watched with blurry vision as he walked away and she held a hand over her bleeding sternum, wheezing as she crawled her way over to Logan.

Shelby used her free hand to turn Logan over onto his back. He was completely passed out, but he was alive. Shelby let out a relieved sigh and then a soft smile spread across her features.

“Knew that was a bad idea, but it looked like it helped,” she said with a soft chuckle, before coughing up a decent amount of blood that landed on Logan’s shirt. Shit, her lung was damaged, probably. “Fuck, this really hurts.”

She wheezed and reached her free hand up to gently brush locks of stray hair away from Logan’s forehead. He didn’t stir, but his chest was rising and falling with each steady breath he took.

“It’s not your fault,” she whispered. “You had no idea what you were doing. Those bastards were controlling you.”

More blood dribbled down her chin and she was starting to feel extremely drowsy. “Man, dying sucks.” She muttered. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Got struck by lightning and then a car accident a year later. Seems as if the universe wants me dead.”

Shelby looked up as she heard the sound of engines rumbling and the wind increased ten fold as the Blackbird appeared over the clearing. The wheels dropped as it began to lower itself down.

She smiled and glanced back down at Logan. “H-hey, Kahn loves you. Like, a lot, yeah? Can you make sure to take care of him for me? I know he can take care of himself, but….”

She retched, blood splattering across the front of Logan’s chest.

She wheezed, hearing her heart in her ears. It was slowing down. “Take care of him for me, okay? You two deserve each other.”

Shelby slowly laid herself across Logan’s torso, her blood steadily staining his shirt even more. “I had hoped I would have more time with you guys….” She murmured softly.

Shelby could feel her senses beginning to fade, yet she heard voices calling for her name and Logan’s.

“At least I got to see all of your faces….one…last time….”

Her voice trailed off as darkness enveloped her vision, just as Scott and Jean arrived before them. She felt herself smile softly and then she heard a distant wail from Jean.

See you.

And her heart stopped.

[scullysexual]

We'll Meet Beyond The Shore.

Somewhere beyond the sea, she’s there watching for me, and if I could fly like a bird on high, then straight into her arms I’d go sailing.

Tags and Warnings: Major character death, enemies to friends (to lovers), doomed lovers.

n/a: People seemed interested in this so I thought I would make this official and give it a go writing it. I have four chapters written already so hopefully I'll stay on top and keep writing more. Please read the warnings and tags carefully; you'll probably hate me for this (and this fic) so I'm very sorry in advance but I'm evil and this is literally my playground. Anyway I hope you read and enjoy :)

Chapter One: The Reaping.

Fox Mulder awakens from his nightmare in the dank, dark basement he has called home for the last year. Skin clammy, heart hammering against his rib cage, he swings his legs off the bed and breaths in and out slowly, counting to 10 each time, willing his heart to slow down.

It was just a nightmare, he repeats to himself.

But it wasn’t just a nightmare.

A memory. Old but still as fresh in his mind as it was two years ago. District Seven’s town square, the smell of wood and sweat as the sun beamed down on him, a bowl full of names- girl names- and one called out.

Samantha Mulder.

In his dream he teleported, in the way one does in a dream, and he was right there, helpless, watching as his 12 year old sister was bludgeoned to death. She didn’t even make it past day one’s bloodbath.

He watched as his mother sunk away, a shell of herself, his father leave not 3 weeks later.

Mulder left himself, eventually, vowed to kill the Capital as they had killed his sister but he was just one boy, grief-stricken and angry, and his cries for an uprising went unheard. Mostly. The Peacekeeper’s had come down on him hard, punished him severely for it, but not executed, not as Mulder wished to be, his father’s influence was far too strong.

So Mulder left completely, snuck away in the dead of night with a band of merrymen. They had a boat and a dream to get far away from Panem as they could.

Their boat and their dream capsized on day 5, a strong wave knocking their tiny boat to pieces. Only Mulder survived, clinging on to a plank of wood, drifting unconscious for 3 days, into the territory of District Four.

A ship found him.

At first Mulder thought they were Peacekeepers but upon closer inspection he found they were dressed as simple fishermen. He was pulled aboard, introduced to the captain, the father of the boy who helped him up, who introduced himself as William Scully and his son, Bill.

Captain Scully took him to a pub, fed and watered him, and didn’t ask where Mulder had come from.

The pub became his job, the basement his bedroom. A week later he registered as a resident of District Four and his name was entered five times.

He hadn’t escaped. The hadn’t destroyed the Capitol. He never would.

Mulder shakes the dream, and memories of another life, from his brain. He puts on the clothes he wore yesterday and climbs the staircase leading to the pub.

He finds Wade at the bar, pouring drinks for the old sailors who have nowhere better to be. Mulder nods once at Wade who nods once back, a mutual good luck said between them. Wade is 18- the same age as Mulder- but his name sits waiting in that bowl 35 times to Mulder’s meagre 5.

Mulder bypasses the bar and heads towards the kitchen. He almost smacks into Kehlani, hands and arms full carrying three plates food. She knows exactly what he is here for.

“You’ll have to get in line, Mel’s backed up and it’s only half 7,” she tells him before she’s rushing towards her table. Mulder looks around the near-empty pub before he pushes on the kitchen door.

Melvin is frying fish in a pan. It stinks and Mulder resists the urge to cover his nose.

He really, really hates fish.

“Get lost 7,” Melvin shouts over his shoulder. “I’m backed up in here, you’re gonna have to wait.”

“Yeah, Kehlani said,” says Mulder. He throws the fish in the pan a distasteful look. “You got anything other than fish on the menu?”

Melvin smiles at him and Mulder counts one less tooth from yesterday. “This your first time in Fish District?” He cocks his head towards the door. “Saw a tree on my way in, maybe you can eat some bark?”

“Ha-ha maybe you should’ve been a comedian, Frohike,” Mulder says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He nabs the bowl of fruit sitting on the counter and leans against it.

Frohike and Kehlani were the only ones who knew where Mulder came from. Sat in the basement, the expensive bottle of whiskey between the three of them, Mulder finally told them he had been born in District Seven after their constant prodding. More questions and he told them what it’d been like living there. They stared at him in awe, soaking in every bit of information. They’d asked him which he preferred, Mulder hadn’t answered, keeping that one to himself.

“Hey,” Melvin calls, a sudden seriousness looming over them. “How’re you feeling today?”

Today.

“I’m good. One more year, right?”

Melvin nods. “One more year.” Then. “I found Kehlani crying this morning. I didn’t know what to say to her.”

“What did you say to her?”

“Nothing. What do I say to her? This shit’s fucked.”

Mulder looks towards the door, conscious of who could hear them, then quietly whispers. “Yeah…”

Kehlani bursts in then and looks at the two of them.

“Slacking off, Mel?” she admonishes , hands of her hips, the perfect imitation of Laguna the landlady.

“No!” yells Frohike turning bright red. “Just waiting for the fish to fry.”

Kehlani turns her attention onto Mulder and her eyes narrow, staring at the bowl of fruit.

“That was my fruit Mulder,” she tells him with a pout, dropping the imitation.

“Shit, sorry Lani.” Mulder holds the fruit bowl out to her. As her hands touch it to take it, Mulder says, “Good luck today, yeah?”

Kehlani looks to Frohike who quickly casts his eyes away. She turns back to Mulder and gives him a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, you too.” Mulder lets go of the bowl and she steps back. “I’m gonna go eat this,” she says to Melvin. “Mulder can be a waitress for a bit.” Then with a smile backed by a memory. “Don’t drop the plates this time, yeah?”

“I’d forgotten about that,” says Frohike with a laugh.

Mulder tosses him a glare and watches Kehlani leave wondering if this could be the last time he ever sees her.

.:.:.:.:.:.

The gulls caw, flying overhead. Dana watches them, committing them to memory. Her bare foot grazes the water, committing that to memory also, along with the breeze and the smell of seawater and sand. A ritual each year because what if it’s the last?

“Dana!”

Dana sighs and turns her head down the pier. Melissa approaches slightly out of breath.

“Mom’s looking for you. She wants us to eat before we go.”

Dana turns away to look back out into the ocean. “I’m not hungry,” she says.

Missy sits down opposite her. They used to do this all the time, sit out here together. Dana found her one time, when Missy had just turned 12 two days before the reaping, her eyes red from crying. It became tradition, each year 11 and 13, 12 and 14, 15 and 16…all the way up to last year when they were 17 and 19, when Melissa was free but Dana was still stuck with her name in the bowl 14 times, double the amount it should be.

“You have to eat,” says Melissa with concern.

“I’ll eat after the reaping.”

“Dana—”

“I’ll eat after the reaping,” Dana repeats louder and harsher. If she eats now she’ll throw up and that’ll be a waste, not when Melissa, Charlie, their mother can have more servings.

Melissa sighs, resigning herself. She looks out towards the ocean.

“I hate it,” she says.

“What?” asks Dana.

She points to beyond them. “That. The ocean. I’ve hated it for 3 years.”

“I love it.”

Melissa looks at her. “Only because Dad loved it.”

Dana shrugs. “You should come out with me and Billy on a ship some day.”

Missy shakes her head. “I’d just get in the way.”

That was true, Melissa wasn’t made for ships. But still…Dana smiles at her.

“What are you smiling at?” Melissa asks her, weary.

“If I’m not reaped, you have to join us on the ship.”

Melissa looks at her, aghast. She frowns, conflicted, and then relents.

“Fine…” And Dana smiles some more. “But only because I really don’t want to wish you were reaped.”

They both look out towards the ocean again, their smiles fading.

“I’ll see it again, won’t I?” Dana asks quietly.

“Yeah,” says Melissa with so much confidence Dana actually believes her. “And who knows, maybe Isla will finally be reaped.” Missy’s smile is cruel.

“You’re really going to hold that grudge forever, aren’t you?” Dana asks, shaking her head.

Melissa nods. “Yep, never letting it go.”

They smile at each other once more before movement on the other side catches their attention, hoards of people making their way towards the town square.

Dana’s stomach twists. It is time.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

People flood in like waves. Mulder navigates his way to where the cluster of 18 year olds stand. He finds himself next to Wade who’s eyes are down and he is white as a conch shell. His eyes meet Kehlani’s across the way standing with the other 15 year old girl’s. He smiles, she smiles back. He pulls his eyes away and looks down.

One more year.

.:.:.:.:.:.

She holds onto Charlie’s hand for as long as she can, until the Peacekeeper blocks their path and pulls them apart. She watches as Charlie walks towards the other boys before she is gently shoved towards the direction of the girl’s. Dana glances at them only briefly before she is staring straight ahead, eyes on the bowl, a bowl that holds 14 pieces of Dana Scullys.

One more year.

.:.:.:.:.:.

The Mayor, Walter Skinner, Monica Reyes.

The Mayor, Walter Skinner, Monica Reyes.

The Mayor, Water Skinner, Mon—

“The boys!” Monica Reyes calls out, as she does every year. She always starts with the boys. Mulder clenches his fists, tries to tamper down his nerves. Wade is shaking beside him, Mulder can feel it rolling over him in waves. Reyes places her hand into the bowl, searches around. Mulder glances at Wade, the other boy is…crying? Reyes pulls her hand out, unfolds the piece of paper. It’s Wade, Mulder thinks. That piece of paper has Wade’s name written on it.

“Fox Mulder!”

It’s Wade Firth—Wait. Mulder freezes. All eyes on are him.

Did she just say Fox Mulder?

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

It’s not Charlie. Thank god it isn’t Charlie.

Dana releases her breath, one of two she holds.

It isn’t Charlie.

Instead it is Fox Mulder.

Dana had heard of him, a strange boy. It was rumoured he was the boy her father had found out at sea the year before, the boy from another place. His surname was familiar. 6 years ago a girl with the same last name had been pulled from the bowl, 12 years old, she had died almost immediately, everyone around her was just thankful it wasn’t their own.

Fox Mulder was the boy tribute but who would the girl be?

Monica Reyes places her hand in the right-hand bowl. Dana holds her breath, watching. She wants to close her eyes, hold her hands over her ears and be anywhere but here; sat on the pier watching the waves in the water, sailing on the ship pulling up nets of a hundred fishes, anywhere but where she was standing right now.

Monica pulls her hand out, unfolds the piece of paper. The name is said crisp and clear, there was no mistaking it. Somebody familiar cries out just as it all sinks in.

Dana Scully is the girl tribute.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully stand on the stage. Mulder looks towards Dana, she can feel his eyes on her, she stares ahead. Scully, is all Mulder can think as he stands there, like William Scully? He wants to know but Dana gives him nothing, she can’t.

Reyes tries to get the crowd to clap but there is nothing but dead faces staring back at them. This isn’t District 1 or 2 where celebrations are held. District Four might not be the worst of the Districts but one will still find no jumps for joy here. All are still scared. All are still angry.

The doors close and they are all submerged in darkness.

[girlwonder-writes]

Another teaser for a helicopter crash fic I'm not about to upload anytime soon but I am working on it concurrently with two other stories.

Tagged by @v88sy

It's been a quiet ride so far, at least as far as Olivia is concerned. Eddie hadn't tried to express any concern for her, and both Hen and Chimney could sense that she was trying hard to keep herself focused and centered. Captain Reese's voice’s broke through the tense silence of the ambulance. "Dispatch, this is Incident Command. What is the estimated time of arrival for the backup units?" "We have the two units from the 118 roughly 15 minutes away." Olivia immediately recognized the dispatcher's voice. It was Maddie Han, Evan's older sister, as steady and calm as ever. Outside of hearing her on the radio, she met the older woman in passing at various social events with the 118. "We need their ambulance unit redirected to the coordinates of Fire Rescue 1701, 2 miles southwest from Incident Command." Olivia exhaled sharply, her entire body tensing up. She immediately knew what this meant. And before Eddie could react to the call and respond, she was on the radio. "Dispatch, this is Firefighter-Paramedic Chambers with the 118, we are en route and redirecting." She gave Eddie a sideways glance as he nodded in acknowledgement. "Copy that. Be safe." "Tommy wasn't flying today. He was on call for Ground Support." Olivia was thinking out loud, looking out the window, her voice only audible to Eddie really, as Hen and Chimney bantered in the background. "You sound worried." Olivia shook her head, changing her once worried tone to something calmer, refusing to look at Eddie. "Lightning strike. Heat. Windy conditions. The prefect recipe for a…" "Fire tornado?" Chimney interrupted, "You think that's what we're facing?" "It's a very real possibility, Chim," Olivia offered, her voice calm and devoid of any emotion by this point. "If we're being redirected, it's because they got dangerously close. Or it got dangerously close to them due to the wind." "Don't worry, we'll get there as soon as we can," Hen offered a reassuring word. "I have faith in my team," Olivia simply stated as she turned from the window to look over her shoulder at Hen and Chimney. "I have faith in both of my teams." Eddie simply nodded, unable to look at Olivia as he drove, but he, just like Hen and Chimney, understood the significance of the sentiment expressed for her.

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[magnifythesun]

Someone should write a cute short fic or drabble about Ianthony helping Erin get the car back ... ;);)

Ian and Anthony going with Erin to get her car is one of my favorite Smosh things that's happened recently! Love this prompt heehee! I don't remember if we know why Erin's car was in custody, and I'm not gonna look it up, here we go!

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Erin paced furiously up and down the hallway, fingers flying on her phone. Tommy ducked out of the crying bathroom, giving her a nervous glance as he left. She seriously considered taking her own turn in the crying bathroom but didn't quite make it before another text came in from her mom.

"Where... is your car exactly..."

Not the ellipses! Erin couldn't handle this right now.

"The police station mom!! 😭" She sent the first text frantically, then continued, "They were cleaning the streets and they towed it!!! I didn't see any signs with warnings or anything!!!!"

"Well you're going to have to go get it..." Her mom replied.

"yesss, but how? It's like five miles away! In LA!!! I can't just walk over there! It would take a million years and I'd get hit by a car😭😭😭"

"Can one of your coworkers drive you there? ❤️"

Erin thought about it. Most everyone had a car, and it's not like she was new anymore, but it still felt a little presumptuous to ask anyone. The police station was 5 miles away and Google Maps was estimating nearly an hour-long drive due to traffic.

"I don't know, maybe. It's a lot to ask... long drive..." Erin texted back, throwing her mom her own set of ellipses. Payback.

"Ask around, honey, and it'll all be okay. Bring some money though, they're going to charge you to pick it up."

"😭😭😭😭" Erin responded, then put her phone screen to sleep. She rubbed a hand over her face wearily as she walked out of the hall back toward civilization.

"Everything okay?"

Erin abruptly stopped so she wouldn't run right into Ian.

"Oh god, didn't see you there!" She stepped back and looked up at him. Ian's eyes were betraying his concern even as his face maintained his regular placid expression. Erin wondered how close to tears she looked.

Ian raised his eyebrows.

"I'm all good," Erin assured him, "But, well, I'm just worried about my car."

More visible concern formed on Ian's face. "What happened to it?"

"It got towed cause they were cleaning the street," Erin sighed. "I've got to run," She continued, already starting to walk away from him, "Gotta ask around to see if anyone could drive me the five miles over there."

"Oh, alright, uh, good luck!" Ian called after her.

~~~

A few minutes later, Erin was still hand-wringing over who to ask first when she found herself cornered in the kitchen. Anthony was leaning on the counter in front of her while Ian hovered off to the side.

"I hear you've got a car emergency?" Anthony said, sympathetic smile on his face.

Erin blinked at him. "Uh, yeah?"

Anthony looked over at Ian. "How far did you say it was?"

"Five miles," Ian said lightly.

"Oh, only five miles," Anthony nodded his head. "Well," He looked back at Erin and waved a thumb between himself and Ian. "We'll take you there."

Erin gripped the counter behind her slightly, surprise and hope warring in her chest. "For real? It's like an hour drive."

"In LA at this hour? Yeah, I figured," Anthony gave her a reassuring grin. "It'll be fun!"

"An adventure!" Ian chimed in, "We can grab a Starbucks and everything."

Erin let out a relieved laugh. "That sounds amazing. Thanks guys!"

"Don't thank us yet," Ian said warningly, "I'm assuming you've never seen Anthony drive."

"Hey!" Anthony reached over and shoved him out of the kitchen, Ian obviously letting the push carry him further than necessary. Anthony looked back at Erin. "Don't listen to him, I'm a fantastic driver. C'mon, let's go!"

~~~

Erin stumbled out of the car, clutching her coffee. Let's just say, if she hadn't gotten used to her mother's wild driving as a child, she'd be a lot more traumatized right now.

"See, safe and sound!" Anthony declared, shutting his door.

"Makes you grateful you're about to get your own car back, huh?" Ian muttered to her as he passed, heading toward the door of the police station, matcha latte in hand. Erin stifled her giggle.

What followed was a boring string of bureaucracy, unimpressed expressions from the receptionists, and a fee larger than she'd hoped, but she'd finally succeeded in getting her car back.

Right as she was waiting for the clerk to approve the last of the paperwork, she snapped a surreptitious pic of Ian and Anthony. They were both leaning against a counter, looking down at their phones, so nonchalant in their willingness to be there for her. A bubbling feeling of warmth bounced around her chest. She couldn't imagine her bosses from any previous job caring enough to help her out with this.

Grinning at her phone, she typed out the caption: "& Ty to my smosh dads for helping me get my car back from the police <3"

She reached her phone out toward them from where she was sitting. "All good if I post this?"

They both looked over. Ian barked out a laugh while Anthony started grinning. "Go for it," Anthony waved a hand expansively while Ian gave a thumbs up.

Erin hit post right as the clerk called out her name.

The three of them walked back out into the warm LA afternoon.

"See you back at Smosh!" Ian called over, "If we make it back in one piece."

"You're a big baby." Anthony grumbled, though he was clearly laughing as he waved a goodbye to Erin.

"See you guys there!" Erin waved back as she got into her own car. She placed her hands on the steering wheel firmly and reveled in having her own car back. "What a relief," She sighed. Starting the car, she grabbed her phone as she let the air conditioning get started.

She had a single text message, from her dad.

"Oh, so one dad isn't good enough for you anymore? 😢 Haha, glad you got your car back honey."

Erin grinned, put the phone down and started the long drive back to Smosh.

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Post-writing note: sorry to anthony and erin's mother in particular, I'm sure you're both great drivers irl lolol! Also in the course of writing this I found the real reason her car was impounded but im not changing it in the fic lmao. AU!Erin's car impoundment

[itonashi]

hii~~

Can i request any bllk boys of ur liking with a s/o who's very very smart🤓.

thank u~~

IT'S MY WIN!

pairing: itoshi rin x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, short fic.

note: i realized i have no rin oneshot so far and it was always his brother so this is his debut but in a short fic because i simply cannot think of a long fic with this one. im sorry if this doesn't exceed your expectations 🙁.

"do you have a screw loose?" rin is irritated at the fact that you, a top student could be so oblivious to a confession letter. he thought you had the common sense to identify the letter in his hand was a confession letter directed to you.

"i don't. of course i know it's a confession letter." you look towards the letter in his hand. "infact" you snatch the letter away and toss it into the trash "i don't want to know it is a confession letter. when i have you as my boyfriend."

you wipe your hands off with a wet tissue that you always have in your pocket. rin is staring intently at you after you said those words. i can definitely feel his burning gaze on me... you sweat drop at his gaze and awkwardly smile. he notices it and turn his head towards a new direction.

you lightly chuckles at his red ears that he tried so hard to hide. it was too obvious. he was jealous. you take his hand and his head immediately fly towards you — you tip toe at his height and whisper "let's go to the library, rinrin. ill teach you more english." you lean back and immediately disappear from rin's sight.

rin put a hand over his mouth and let out a sigh. goddammit... she got me again. he felt the butterflies in his stomach.

itoshi rin lose!

rin asked you out on a date but why is he the one late? you even went out your way to dress up yourself. a typical setting in a romance manga, it is always the cafe date.

you put up your hand on the table and hold up your head with it. pouting at the fact, itoshi rin is late. maybe it is better for me to do some revisions... pathetically even in a date, you would think about studying all the time. it's not your fault that you like studying.

"sorry. i was late." his deep voice reach into your ears and you could see how he was panting for breath. "oh, you're right on time. i just came here." you lie, wondering if he could pick up on your irritation. he take a seat infront of you "next time, we'll just date in the library." he suggests that because he knows how much you like the library. mainly the pure reason is because of the air-conditioning.

you agreed and sip on your peach tea. "stop lying. im really sorry for being late." rin avert his eyes from seeing your fiery eyes. your lips turn into a small smile "no need to be so scared, rinrin!" you put up a cheerful smile. "if you always look like that, you will have no fans!" with how you suddenly change your language, rin managed to stay calm "i don't need any fans." he blink his eyes.

"because im your only fan, right?" you gaze you eyes at him with a smile that made him fall in love you with you over again.

"yeah. you're right." rin admit to it. his intentions was to make you blush but he knew that he was already blushing from the start ever since you spoke those words.

itoshi rin lose... or did he really?

the loud cheering among the crowds make you have a headache in the moment. you were never one to like crowds but make it through just because itoshi rin is a soccer player.

and soccer players have big fanclub, right? but this is a different story. your school is hosting a field day right now and unfortunately you have become one of the relay runners. what make it worse is that itoshi rin was in it too.

and you two are enemies in the moment, right now. "give it your all, [name]" you can hear the smirk on his voice. "i see... thank you, rinrin!" even though rin wanted to show his confidence. your confidence beat his instead, even if sports isn't your forte and yet, you still tried your very best.

"are you okay?" rin pant, out of breath — when he could clearly see you suffering more than him. you look up "more than okay..." you said while sitting down.

you wipe off the sweat on your face with a towel that was given to you by your classmates. you close your eyes and burry your face into your legs (dawg i hope you can understand what im trying to write), you feel a presence beside you and peek a little.

"you won't mind i sit here, right?" rin ask you. you shake you head. rin glance towards you, extending his hand and pat your head.

you grab his hand "what's with the sudden affection?" you raised you brow in question. "motivation for you to ace the next test." he whisper, averting his eyes from you. you heard him for the first time but you wanted to tease him more. you lean closer "hmm? what did you say?" you tease.

"i said it's my win this time at the next test." he exclaimed, looking at the other way. it's a miracle no one heard him. you smirk "if i win, you gotta do something for me instead." you said with a sly voice.

you let go his hand and took the other energy drink beside him. opening the can, letting out the air inside it. you took a gulp, the refreshing feelings going down your throat.

"[name]. be my tutor."

"i have always been your tutor the moment i became your girlfriend."

rin widen his eyes and cover his face with his hand. you notice the blush on his ear and lightly chuckle.

itoshi rin! stop losing!

[orecana]

Goodbye my love

Lee sohee x male reader

Hello Everyone! Orecana back with another fic for you guys! I've decided to write about riize because i like this group at the moment. i hope you guys enjoy my fics and thank you to everyone who have supported me so far. Happy Reading!

Warning! the following story contains

heavy angst

major character death (angst)

Reincarnation

suicide

blood/gore

Toxicity

(disclaimer: if you don't like the following and boys love/bl, please..... get the fuck out!)

Two kids were playing together in a playground. One of them was playing with their toy car while one was playing on a mini piano.

(imagine the following in a kid voice, please don't mind the full words. i don't know how to write kid speaking)

"it sounds so nice y/n!"

"thanks, sohee-hyung!. your car is so cool. *giggle*"

that's where their story started. it had grown from then to when they go to the same school to when they go into battle together.

Why battle? because the witch was an ancient evil that has awakened and it threatened the entire world. Every male on the planet must come together to combat this evil. (this was from that century where only male could fight so i'm sorry to females. pls forgive me!)

Today was the day they head into battle against the witch.

"Hey! how about we have a bet? whoever kills the witch gets to make the other do whatever they want."

"come on y/n. this is an ancient evil for god sake. you're trying to make a bet now!?"

"hmph! just admit you're too weak to fight it"

Sohee glared at y/n who only rolled his eyes at his friend.

"I'll see you beg for mercy when i'm done with that witch."

"oh really? (rolls eyes) i kinda want to see you beg instead though."

sohee only sighs as the bell rings loudly.

"attention all warriors, the time for battle has begun. make way to the battlefield. Once we get rid of this witch, we'll be free."

Sohee and y/n get up from their spots and make their way towards the battlefield. y/n turn back and take off his necklace before putting it on sohee.

"why-?"

"My mother always says that if i ever find the person i cherished the most, i should give it to them for good luck."

y/n smile warmly as sohee blushes and looks away.

"come on let's hunt that witch."

The battle was pretty one sided for some reason. The witch's army didn't stood a chance against the human. All those humanoid and horrible monsters cut down in an instant.

Y/n rushes in with his flying swords clearing the way for the army to move forward to the castle while sohee survey the area for any potential danger.

They arrive at the witch's castle and opens the gate. y/n motions for the soldiers to stay back as he and sohee look for any danger.

just as they enter the castle the gate immediately closes behind them as the soldiers outside yell for them. they curse themselves for getting trapped but they were interrupted by laughter.

They look towards the throne and there she was. the witch.

The witch looks incredibly old. y/n doesn't even need to scan to know that this witch is extremely weak right now.

"well well well, it seems human are capable creatures after all. you managed to defeat all of my minions very easily, color me impressed. but it seems that you 2 already know what fate lies after going through this door don't you? especially you y/n l/n."

Sohee looks at y/n questioningly while y/n could only look back with guilt. Y/n twirls his hand as the flying swords pierces the witch as she smiles wickedly.

"YOU FOOL. YOU KNEW WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES ARE YET YOU DARE KILL ME?!"

"So what? if these powers are with me, at least they'll be less troublesome."

Y/n twirls around with both hands as multiple swords flew aiming at the witch who only looks at y/n with disbelief. y/n grins maliciously as he grips both of his hands, causing the swords to stab into the witch's entire body as blood and destroyed organs flew everywhere.

A dreadful silence remains as sohee watched in horror at what his best friend just did.

"y/n.... what did you just do...?

*giggle* "what did i do? take her powers for myself of course."

"why.. why would you do that?"

"Why..... WHY?"

y/n screams as darkness surrounded him changing his clear (hair color) to white and his clothes are turn into black.

"To have revenge against humanity of course!"

"but you said you wanted to-"

"save humanity? it was a lie. they killed everyone i loved, my mother was sacrificed as if she was nothing in their eyes!"

"Then what about me? am i not someone important too?"

Y/n opens his mouth but he hesitated. Sohee desperately wanted y/n to say yes that their friendship wasn't nothing but it was only inevitable.

"you were just a toy for me to show off. you are nothing to me!"

Sohee wouldn't lie when he heard his heart crack at those words.

"You won't step outside y/n l/n."

"Oh? and who are you to stop me?"

"your best friend"

Y/n only laughs as he raises his hands to summon many swords.

"Very well, once i'm done with you. there will be no one to stop me!"

Smiling evilly, y/n sends thousands of swords towards sohee who dodges all of them with swift precision. suddenly one of them was able to hit sohee as he grimaces then many started to damage sohee as he kneels down on the ground with many scars on him.

"i know all of your tricks sohee, you can't beat me"

Sohee sighs as he stands still and raises his hand.

Y/n widens his eyes and tries to stop him but then a barrier surrounded him.

"no........ no no no no no NO! My plan was brilliant! HOW-"

Y/n was unable to finish his words as sohee quickly stabs him through the chest with his spear causing him to bleed and cough out blood.

Sohee pulls his spear out as y/n falls onto his knees while smiling weakly. his eyes are filled with tears and regret. the witch's power slowly leaves him as y/n returns to his original look.

the witch's power looks at sohee with hunger as it charges towards sohee but y/n immediately slash his necklace on sohee's neck which causes it to unleash a binding spell that captures the power as it growls in agony.

"SOHEE NOW!"

Sohee begins to chants a spell and activates it on the power, effectively destroying it.

"heh, i knew i could always count on you jagi~."

"Y/N!"

Y/n collapses as sohee goes to hold him.

"the witch's power will keep consuming stronger hosts and manipulate them so i had to make you hate me in order for you to force it out."

"But why? you-you're gonna die!"

"because i was gonna die soon anyways, my family is connected to the witch. we can only live until we have our first kiss."

"What do you mean?"

Y/n sealed his and sohee's lips together.

"I love you sohee so please....

never.....

forget.... *closes eyes*

me..."

Sohee looks at the boy in arms who was smiling warmly as if he was alive but he knows better.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

*timeskips*

Sohee walks towards your grave that he had made near his house in the garden that you guys loved playing in. He couldn't help but break down as he looks at your portrait, of your beautiful smile.

He leaned against your grave as he look up at the sky. he remembers that moment.

"c'mon sing with me sohee!"

"No....."

"UGH! you're so boring!"

Sohee smiles as he takes a deep breath and opens his mouth.

(songs and romanized lyrics above in the video. Below are english translated lyrics, i apologized if they're not accurate i just took them off google)

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

Sohee was about the sing the next verse when he sees him. The person giggle and cups his cheeks. how he miss the person he sees in front of him right now.

Even though we just parted(said bye bye)

i'm overflowing to meet you again

and that days kiss has almost disappeared

i'm waiting a mail from you

sohee sings the next part as he gaze lovingly at the spirit of the person he loved and cherished

When i meet you the time limit will decrease

when we are together time becomes precious

we just said bye bye but i want to meet you again

with an mail to you a I'll meet you again

at the scene of return waits twilight

i feel like bringing you away

when your warmth disappear

i wake up from a dream to face the reality door

(From this point on y/n will sing the 'girl/vocal part' while sohee will sing the 'boy/rap part' and will sing together during the 'I love you part' and at the last chorus)

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

sohee held hands with the fragment of his lover as he sings the next part

"I want to meet you right now"in limited time

seems like i belive in"endless love"

when i think that i'll leave you

i feels like the pain splits me in two

your charming face torn

at the countdown of the nights end

Love you baby love you baby words freeze

Today begins and i can see you again

The more i think

the more i miss you and i want to meet you

the fragment of y/n leans against him as he closes his eyes sings along

The more i want to be by your side the more i cant reach tomorow

"Eternal"seems always until i find you

I dont want to let you go i dont want to be apart from you

Love you baby love for you

i dont want to let you go

Sohee suddenly coughs up blood as the fragment holds his body. then the fragment sees it, a bottle of poison. the fragment cups his cheek as he crys.

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

without sun alone in the midle of the night

you are all i can see...

Sohee uses his last breath to sing, to fulfill that wish

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

Sohee dies as he finishes the song as he laid resting upon the grave of y/n l/n as many guards alert the authority when they discover this.

Despite never being happy on the living realm, if you listen closely you can hear the laughter of 2 lovers cherishing each other forever and for all eternity.