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jellyfishdooter · 5 years ago

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I'm gonna send you a fluff prompt cause that Jackie prompt must have really hurt to write. It was really good btw!!! How about marvin waking up from a nightmare and Jackie comes to comfort him^^ I'm in soft mood as you can tell :3

Aww thanks bean!

OH MY GOD HOW DID THIS GET SO LONG JESUS CHRIST

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Marvin stood in the middle of a fast field of golden grass that seemed to stretch on forever. The sky was as blue as his eyes hidden behind the mask.

There was no mask, but his eyes remained closed. His face was bare along with his feet. He could feel small insects scurrying across his feet, the soft grain of the grass against his hands.

The wind shifted and began to gently nudge the human along, swaying the grass to match the waves of the ocean and making his loose hair dance. The smell of fall was crisp on his nose.

Marvin began to walk, blind. Trusting the wind to take him along as he sang along to the song of the earth under his breath. A soft melody of whistling winds and dancing plants, with a strong and deep bassline of heartbeats and thunder.

Thunder. Marvin stopped walking when the wind turned from late summer warmth to a bitter cold. A chill running up his spine with a promise of rain. And as he opened his eyes, bitterly bright lightning flashed across the sky and made him gasp when the promised thunder clapped out after it- like a hunter finally hitting it’s mark after the chase. Rain shot down like needles ripping through his clothes- his skin.

It hurt!

Desperate, he looked around for shelter; for salvation. But there was nothing.

Another crack of lightning struck the ground and suddenly there was fire. It ran quickly across the crisp, dry grass and did not seem to be affected by the rain that already burned Marvin’s skin.

Normally, the human didn’t fear something as trivial as fire. But here, in this place.. He ran. The fire morphed and changed, growing as if it had consumed a city already was chasing the man without fear of losing kindling. The flames laughed cruelly as they licked at Marvin’s heels, forcing him to beat the ground faster.

But it wasn’t enough. The man was surrounded by fire, and being pelted with knife-like rain that caused millions of tiny cuts to draw blood on his skin. He looked around quickly, turning around and around, desperate to find a way out as the earth beneath him began to char and crumble. The dancing flames deceived his eyes- painting pictures of those he loved to have cruel faces of pure hate and disgust. They got closer to him, the glint in their eyes promising pain.

Marvin cried out as the ground under him gave out, sending him into a freefall into darkness.

Where bright red strings caught him like razor wire, stopping him from hitting the ground like in the gallows-

Marvin woke up with a shout, bolting upright in his bed as he gripped at his shirt around his heart, willing for it to slow down. He breathed heavily as his eyes darted around the room, quickly taking in his surroundings.

He told himself he was home in his room- but his brain was still half in his dream world, yelling at him that there is still danger. Tears pricked at his eyes as his mind tore in two, leaving him stunned and unsure what to do other than clutch onto his blankets and try to remember how to breathe.

It wasn’t long until a knock on his door made him almost jump out of his skin. Marvin managed to croak out a meek “Yeah?” and his eyes widened when he saw that Jackie was on the other side of the door. The magician quickly tried to dry his eyes with his sheets but it was pointless, the hero had already seen.

“Can I come in?” Jackie asked in a gentle voice, waiting until Marvin nodded numbly until he entered the magical man’s room. “Nightmare again?” His words were not scolding or tired, but filled with true concern.

Another nod. Marvin carded his fingers through his own mess of hair, not able to meet Jackie’s eyes. Jackie cautiously sat on the bed keeping his movements slow. Marv couldn’t help but bitterly laugh in his mind. The eldest ego was acting like he would shatter any second. Which.. Might have been true in all honesty. Not like Marvin would ever admit that, though.

“You wanna talk about it, or be distracted from it?” Jackie asked. It was routine at this point. Jackie would ask whether or not Marvin would want to discuss what happened in the dream to get it out of his system. Or the option to take his mind off the dream by just letting Jackie fill his ears with random babble until he got back to sleep or until the sun rose through the window.

“Distraction.” Marvin mumbled, pulling his legs up to sit criss-cross and make room on the bed for Jackie to do the same across from him. Jackie did so, his socked feet poking out from under his legs and he sat up straight to match Marvin, showing off the litterment of scars from saving the day and from his own personal battles. “Can we..” Marv started slow. Jackie had his full attention. “Can we do the, ah.. five things.. Thing?” The magician made a vague gesture in the air with his hand, hoping to get the point across to the hero.

Jackie blinked, a bit surprised by the request, but wasn’t against it either. “The five senses technique? Yeah sure, Marv. If you think it’ll help.” Marvin nodded and looked across to Jackie, their matching eyes finally meeting. Jackie gave him a warm smile. “Alright.”

They started with a deep breath. Jackie demonstrating for Marvin to follow along to. Breathe in through your nose slowly and hold. Before just as slowly letting it out through your mouth. They repeated this three times before Jackie started to talk again. “Look around the room here. Name five things you can see. Try to be specific.”

The magician looked around his bedroom. He had a lot of things in here. Shelves crammed with dusty leather books and other magical artifacts (and of course things like snow globes, fanart, and a few toy magic kits that he liked to collect). His work desk littered with notes for spells and jars filled with herbs and other things he decided that might be useful later. From his ceiling hung several colorful tapestries and crystals on strings that caught the silver moonlight filtering through his window. His wardrobe stuffed with both expensive, elaborate clothes, and also a selection of simple shirts and jeans. He didn’t even want to think of everything he had crammed in the cupboards and under his bed-

Marvin stopped himself before his mind got too much further off track. He glanced at Jackie, who was sitting as patient as a saint, before taking another deep breath and clearing his throat. “Well.. I can see my.. My copy of the Player’s Handbook for DnD night.. Um..” He scanned the large dark wood bookshelf just over Jackie’s shoulder, “My magic 8 ball.. A jar of sage leaves I need to replace. The purple geode Chase got me for my birthday. And..” He looked around and his eyes landed on his bedside table- also cluttered with another stack of books and more trinkets. “My rune spoon?” Marvin said with an awkward chuckle, picking up the wooden spoon he got from a fair a few years back for shits and giggles. But came to be one of his favorite tools while working with spells. Gently running his thumb over it, he looks over to Jackie once again.

“Good job!” Jackie cheers softly, keeping his voice low as to not wake up the rest of the house. The walls here were pretty thin unless Marvin put a charm up to deafen the noise during the day. The older ego takes another deep breath, prompting Marvin to do the same before carrying on. “Okay, tell me about four things you can touch around you. Really try to describe how they feel if you can. Heh, seems like you’re already ahead of the game.” He nods to the wooden spoon in the magicians hand and smiles. Not to mock him, gods no. But to show that he really did care and was here for him.

Marv had to take another breath when memories of the burning fire and sharp rain from the dream filled his mind and whispered phantom pains across his arms and feet. “The wood of the spoon is smooth.” He interrupted his own mind from spirling back to the nightmare. “Polished but not sticky with gloss. Uhh,” He set the spoon aside and laid his hands flat on his PJ pants, “Smooth again. But.. more silky and soft.” He moved one hand to the blanket covering his lap and rubbed it between two fingers, “Fluffy. Not really like a cat’s fur but.. Softer. Warm.” Running out of ideas in the moment, Marvin reached up and touched his own dark wavy hair. He grimaced. “Soft but.. Oily. Gross. I need a shower.” He stuck out his tongue in disgust at himself, causing Jackie to chuckle softly.

Another deep breath together. “Halfway there. This one is a bit harder.” Jackie warned gently, “Name three things you can hear.”

The magician paused before letting his eyes slip close so he could focus on the quiet sounds of the sleeping house. “I can.. Hear the traffic outside. Those poor saps who have to get to work at an ungodly hour making the commute.” He chuckled to himself, tilting his head to listen through the walls the best he could. “Chase is snoring in his room.. Or maybe he passed out in the living room? Not sure.” A faint smile played on his lips as he focused once again to listen to the sounds of the room itself. There wasn’t a lot of sound in here… “Your breathing. I can hear your breathing from here.” He opened his eyes again, “And no, that’s not an insult.”

Jackie couldn’t help but laugh, beaming brightly as Marvin came back into himself again, slowly forgetting his nightmare. “Apology accepted?” He quipped, scooting closer to Marv before taking another breath with him. “I’m here to help with this one. Name two things you can smell.”

Marvin laughed at the hero, shaking his head but sniffing the air anyway. “Yep. You’re a stinky bastard alright.” He joked, gaining a light-hearted shove from Jackie. “Hah. And..” He looked around a bit before raising his blanket to his nose and taking another long sniff, “My blankets got washed yesterday so they smell.. I dunno, clean?”

“Works for me.” Jackie encouraged, reaching over Marvin to open up his bedside table’s drawer and pull out the other man’s small jar of stashed chocolate drops. “Last one. I’m gonna make it really easy for you.”

Marvin mocked a scoff, “Excuse me, Sir. But I don’t believe I gave you permission to get your grubby hands on my stash.”

“Well if you don’t want a fuckin’ chocolate then I’ll just put ‘em back-”

“Now I never said that. Gimme.” Marv snatched the candy from Jackie’s hand as he held it up and popped it in his mouth with a low hum. “Chocolate. With a peanut center.” He said with his mouth still full, taking the jar back from the other ego and handing him a candy before putting the whole thing away. Jackie gladly took it and popped it in his own mouth with a cheeky grin.

“Feelin’ better, Marv?” Jackie asked once they both finished their sweet treats.

The magical man nodded lazily, his eyes starting to have trouble staying open once again. “Thank you. For.. putting up with…” He makes another vague gesture towards himself and sighs. “All this.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Jackie said, getting up from his spot on the bed and stretching- making a few bones pop in his back and knees. “I love being able to help you, man. It’s what I’m here for. And you know I’m just next door if you need anything else, right?”

“I-” Marvin was about to argue. Saying that he didn’t want to be a bother to Jackie or to disturb his sleep. But.. they’ve had this little argument before many times by now… “Thanks.” He simply replied instead as Jackie stopped at the door.

The hero turned back and gave him another smile, “Of course. Anything for you guys.” And with that, Jackie quietly closed the door behind himself. Marvin stayed sitting up, listening to Jackie return to his own room before settling back into the blankets himself. With a soft smile on his face and the nightmare mostly forgotten, the man slowly closed his eyes and allowed himself to sleep until the morning sun gently woke him up with a warm kiss.

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twodaysintojune · 5 years ago

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Creepin’ up The Backstairs

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings-None

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Made for @debrielcc Creations Challenge, Song Prompt: Creepin’ Up The Backstairs by The Fratellis

There was a knock on the glass, one, two, three times before Gabriel finally realized there was someone knocking, standing up from his desk he moved the curtains aside. He almost screamed when he saw the shadow of a guy in front of him until he realized it was Dean. Quickly, he opened the window.

“Dean what the hell? How did you get past the fence?”

Dean sent Gabriel a smile so bright and warm while entering the room that Gabriel felt the air leave his lungs for a second.

“Heard you came back from that stuck-up boarding school, old man Beckett let me in.”

Gabriel beamed at his old friend, the moment he came back from France he was about to run to Dean’s house when his father forced him to stay and meet some unknown relatives that were most likely trying to lick dad’s boots to receive a loan from him for a truly stupid enterpise.

He hated it, hated the fact that they were ‘nobles’ and ‘rich’ and that they were supposed to act like it. That was why he loved Dean so much, he was unfazed by the nobility thing and always treated him as his friend. Gabriel still felt stupid when he remembered how troubled he had been that first time they met to hide the fact that he belonged to the Payne family and also remembered fondly how Dean took it all in stride and waved it aside, the last name was not important, what was important was Gabriel. Looking at it in hindsight that might have been the moment Gabriel fell in love for him.

Of course Dean didn’t know that. As far as Gabriel could see, Dean considered him a friend and just that. Yes, they were thick as thieves, much to both of their families chagrin but he had never shown any kind of romantic inclination towards him. It was sad to admit that this crush was very one sided but that didn’t stop him from having fun and enjoying Dean’s company so he was definitely not ready to let him go. Maybe when Dean eventually found someone else he would have to make a choice but not today.

Especially not tonight. Not when Dean’s cheeks were red from running and the cold winds of December and they looked ready to be kissed. Thing that Gabriel did immediately pecking both of Dean’s cheeks while hugging him, following the French tradition, so excited that he didn’t notice how his friend tensed slightly under his hold.

“Oh man, you just don’t know how much I’ve missed you!”

Dean snickered nervously. “Yeah, I can tell.”

“So what brings you here?”

“Ah uh...” Dean seemed to space a moment looking at Gabriel. He blushed and coughed a little. “I thought we could sneak away, there’s a couple of new bands performing at the club I’m sure you’ll like.”

“Awesome! Yeah sure, lemme get some clothes and we can go.”

“Oh and…”

Gabriel turned towards Dean once more, waiting for his words, nodding at him to prompt him into speaking.

“I was wondering if we could, uh, you know… Grab the car?”

“The car?”

“Yeah, you know, The Car.”

“Oh, oh!” Gabriel laughed mischievously while taking off his pj’s and putting in some old worn jeans, a dark Black Sabbath t-shirt Dean had gifted him for his birthday and black leather boots. “Yeah sure! We can sneak downstairs through the service stairs, I bet Mrs. Bell is knocked off with those sleeping pills she gets.”

Gabriel turned to find an awkward looking Dean.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, uh, it’s good to see you here.”

Gabriel beamed at him.

“It’s good to see you too.”

So they sneaked into the garage to steal Michael’s car. The car, by the way was a classic 60’s cherry red Roadster that Michael kept in mint condition. Gabriel had been impressed when he saw it for the first time, moreso considering the fact that he couldn’t believe his down-to-earth brother was able to have such good taste in cars, maybe it was the ‘classic’ part of it that had called his attention but in the end, Gabriel was not going to complain. Especially when he knew for a fact Michael still left the car keys in the same place at the garage despite knowing his little brother liked to take it out for a ride from time to time. Okay, so maybe Michael was not as stuck up as he looked, Gabriel thought fondly. He was going to miss him if he decided to move after the marriage.

This time, Dean was on the wheel. They zoomed through the open roads for a while and left the car on a parking lot, knowing Michael would kill him if anything happened to it. Soon after the engine was killed, Gabriel took out his kohl stick and began to line his eyes. Dean shifted in his seat.

“Dude, you look good already, leave the makeup for the girls.”

“There’s never enough makeup when it comes to the guyliner Dean, maybe you should try it too.”

Dean snorted, he looked at Gabriel with a glance he was unable to read until he made up his mind.

“Alright then, turn me into a clown.”

Gabriel barked in delight with Dean’s comment while he leant towards him to start the job. They were close enough but Gabriel was more concentrated on not poking Dean’s eye by mistake.

“I knew I’d convince you one day.”

“You just like being pushy.”

“Shut up, you love me pushy.”

Dean stayed silent for a while while Gabriel finished the delicate job. Once he was done he began to put the eyeliner away.

“Yeah, I do.”

The words had been but a whisper but in the middle of the silence of the parked car it had been just as clear as daylight. Gabriel paused his actions and lowered his hands to look, really look at Dean. And it struck him like a lightning to realize that while Dean was undoubtedly handsome, the guyliner he had just placed on him made him ten times more attractive. And this attractive guy was looking at him in a way he knew for a fact he had never been addressed before.

“Dean?”

A car blaring out hip-hop music loud enough to wake up an entire block searching for a spot rushed in front of the Roadster, startling them. Dean coughed a bit.

“Come on, lets go.”

They ran through the couple of streets they had to cross to get to the club. It had been a good thing Dean had convinced him of using his warm lined corduroy jacket instead of the leather one. He had forgotten how cold things got at home.

Once inside the bar they were received by the gang; Charlie and Gilda, Mick, Ash and Jo greeted Gabriel warmly. Meanwhile, Dean took their jackets and headed to the personnel entry door. Gabriel stopped him just a second.

“You gotta work today?”

“Only half the shift, Jessica took Sam to some weird ass French movie, don’t even ask.”

Gabriel snorted, he was sure Dean only thwarted Sam’s chance of getting laid because he was expected to as the older brother. He screamed at him from half away.

“Cut him some slack man, the poor kid will die of blue balls!”

Dean turned around.

“Hey, I give him enough slack at home with the studies for the entrance exams, I won’t budge anymore.”

Gabriel moved his head in disapproval but he was still smiling. That probably had been the exact same answer the younger Winchester must have got. In the end all three of them knew Sam was still gonna get laid because he was not going to watch any movie, he was only not gonna be able to cuddle later.

The club began to fill itself with a lot of new faces, most likely followers of the bands that were going to play that night and sooner than later Gabriel saw the bar filling itself with countless girls that screamed in awe while he saw a bottle soar through the air. He wanted to get near to watch Dean do his bartender magic tricks but the crowd was so tight he wasn’t even able to see him through the people. He was sure the guyliner he had given him was also helping a lot with the charm.

Sighing a bit disappointed he turned back to the conversation only to find Charlie looking at him with knowing eyes.

“What?”

“What? You’re asking me what? Come on Gabe, you’re head over heels for Dean!”

Gabriel shrugged trying to play it cool. “So? It’s not like I’m hiding it anyways.”

“You’re not gonna do anything about it?”

At this point everyone else on the group turned to look at him, by the look of their faces they had obviously been desperate to ask him for a while now.

“Wha—!? Of course not! He’s my best friend! I’m not gonna risk what we already have because of my stupid crush.”

All their faces went down.

“Oh come on man! It’s Dean we’re talking about, he’ll definitely take you!”

Gabriel was about to retort when he stopped for a second.

“Okay, how much did you guys actually bet on me confessing?”

Everyone immediately began to laugh.

“It’s quite some actually, Kali and Bela said both of you are too much of a coward and nothing will happen.” Ash chimed in. “I’m rooting for Dean though.”

Gabriel tried his best to throw a judgemental glare to his friends until something in Ash words clicked in.

“What do you mean you’re rooting for Dean?”

Jo barked a laugh. In fact everyone did.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Are you being serious now Gabe?”

“I can’t believe this!”

“Okay guys come on, he wasn’t around to see what we saw. Actually, it’s because he wasn’t around that we saw it.”

“What? What did you see?”

More laughter.

“Well you see, three months ago, when your brother Michael got engaged—”

“Don’t tell him!”

“Oh come on guys!”

“I’m sorry Gabe, if you really want to know you’ll have to ask Dean.”

The banter between everyone went down to some gossip about the general whereabouts of everyone in life now. In the end most of them were able to see each other only on vacations now that they were studying in College so it was a good time to catch up. A few hours later, Dean joined them with a bucket of beers for everyone. Everybody cheered.

“Hey guys, what did I miss?”

“Hey, Dean, why don’t you tell Gabe what happened when we heard of the Payne engagement?”

Gabriel turned to Dean honestly curious, he really didn’t know what reaction to expect given the fact that none of their friends had wanted to spill the beans but he still got a bit startled when he saw Dean’s usually laid back features stiffen and his entire face turning red. Gabriel tried to ask him with a look but he distinctly avoided his gaze. Feeling a little taken aback by Dean’s avoidance Gabriel snickered nervously.

“It’s okay guys, it’s obviously not something that funny.”

Dean looked troubled for a second before he stepped in to try to help Gabriel feel better.

“No, no it’s okay I… uh, I dropped some bottles.”

“You... dropped some bottles?”

“Yeah, because they announced it on the news, remember?” Ash chimed in and went to imitate a news host voice “Exciting news for today folks! A new engagement has been formalized between the Payne and the Byrne households!”

“And just like that, Dean dropped the bottles!”

“Okay?”

“Don’t you get it Gabe? He dropped the bottles because of the shock!”

Dean fidgeted looking extremely uncomfortable while everybody held gloating faces.

“...Is it that weird to imagine Michael getting married?”

Everybody groaned, Dean deflated as if he had avoided a landmine.

“Guess I’m just weird! Now let’s drink guys, I need to wet my throat a bit.”

Dean was a bit too forceful but nobody complained. The rest of the night went by without an issue and Dean drove Gabriel back to his place. Once inside his room, Gabriel proceeded to remove their eyeliner, which proved to be harder than putting it on since Dean was doing a very poor job at staying still, every time Gabriel approached him, he stepped back.

“Damn it Dean, if you’re not going to let me do it then do it yourself!”

It seemed like that helped Dean snap out of whatever it was that was making him go back. He steeled himself and looked at Gabriel.

“I… I’m sorry.”

Gabriel sighed and went back to removing Dean’s eyeliner, he finished the first eye and moved to the second while Dean seemed to rummage something. He opened up the moment Gabriel was done.

“I thought it was you.”

“Huh?”

“The one getting married. I thought it was you.”

Gabriel looked at Dean blank for a second until it dawned on him what he was trying to say. Mick’s words came back to him and hit him like a train.

“Don’t you get it Gabe? He dropped the bottles because of the shock!”

Gabriel’s eyes widened in realization. Did this mean that Dean actually liked him? Maybe it had just been the shock of hearing about your friend’s marriage but then he wouldn’t have dropped the bottles, right? He stayed silent, he didn’t even know what to say, what if he was thinking way too much about this? What if Dean had really just been shocked because they were friends? What if…?

Gabriel’s train of thought halted and crashed when Dean leant towards him and kissed him.

With a started noise and a sigh, Gabriel dropped everything and rushed to hold Dean’s face between his hands. Enticed by Gabriel’s actions, Dean moved forward and roughed him to get closer to him. Opening their lips and searching into each other’s mouths, gliding hands through their chests and biting softly each others lips, the kiss quickly heated up the moment they took each other’s shirts off when Gabriel’s door opened and in came a fairly drunk Lucifer who groaned at the sight, startling them.

“Oh for fucks sake Gabriel, get a room!”

Gabriel quickly deadpanned at his brother’s remark.

“Lucifer, this IS my room.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times and looked around.

“Oh… well... lock the damn door next time!”

Gabriel threw his shirt at his older brother while he closed it back and went to properly lock it this time. When they were sure Lucifer was not going to try to come back, the guys turned to look at each other and began to laugh.

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escapingreality1992 · 5 years ago

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Secret Pen Pals Ch. 4

Keira’s POV

Weeks passed too quickly. My parents came up the weekend after my birthday and we had a fun time eating sushi and talking. Of course, they asked how my love life was doing and I noticed disappointment cross their features when I said I wasn’t seeing anybody. Not yet anyway.

‘I’m not getting any younger. You need to find someone soon so I can have grand-children,’ Mom had told me that night.

‘Mom. I thought you’re too young for them,’ I stated.

‘But honey, don’t you want someone to spend the rest of your life with? Start a family?’ she argued. You have no idea how much I want that. Maybe I’ve found that one person. Steve, I thought.

‘Mom. Please,”

‘She’s right. You’ve been in New York for two years. Surely, you’ve found people to go out with?’ my dad chimed in.

“Dad? Not you too. I’ll find someone when I’m ready. I’ve been too busy with work,’

‘I don’t think watching dogs keeps you that busy. What about your friends? Can’t they set you up with someone?’ Dad stated. There it was, the disappointment of what I did for a living. I could’ve told them about Steve and the letters, but I knew I’d get the same reaction as my friends.

‘I don’t want to talk about this anymore. If that’s all, then I’ll see you for Thanksgiving. Love you. Bye,’ I had stated. It had been all they wanted, leaving me alone in the apartment once they left. That night I had cried myself to sleep, clutching the framed picture of the doodle Steve had sent me.

After the discussion took place, I stayed busy watching dogs, the furry companions bringing me comfort. Too bad Steve couldn’t bring me comfort by being here with me. I could write to him, but it wouldn’t be the same as letting him hold me as the pain drifted away. I got to enjoy the company of Jamie and Sherlock, my favorite of the regular clients I had. Don’t get me wrong. I loved all dogs, but something about the goldens made me happier and comforted in a way that no other dog could.

You’re probably wondering about my friends and if I hung out with them. The answer is, I did, at a special event at the hospital where Jana worked. I wore a long silver dress with skinny straps and silver heels to match. I thought it’d be a great night until Jana had tried to set me up with someone. I say tried because it didn’t go well. She brought him over and he immediately struck me as someone who was only interested in sex and himself.

In the brief conversation we had, he had told me his name – David Clayton – and quickly dismissed the idea of reading, claiming it was a waste of time and ‘who would want to spend their time reading when they could fuck?’ Yeah, those exact words. He proceeded to hit on me after that lovely sentence and grabbed my ass thinking he was charming me into sleeping with him that night.

My reaction? Removing his hand and stomping on his foot, slapping him across the face, to which he called me ‘bitch’ causing me to walk away.

“Keira! What the hell? I thought you two might hit it off. If it’s about the reading-,” Jana shouted at me. I didn’t expect her to be mad about it, which only made me furious.

“No, I can deal with someone who doesn’t read or doesn’t like reading but he’s dismissed it altogether. He doesn’t think anyone should read saying it’s a waste of time. By the way he’s only interested in having sex. If he wasn’t then he would have hit on me straight away or grabbed my ass. Jana, you have poor taste in men when it comes to setting me up with someone. I don’t need or want your help. I’m going home,” I snapped.

Turning on my heel, I strode out to the lobby, grabbed my thick red trench coat I always wore during the colder November days and walked into the chilly New York night air. Normally, I would’ve taken a cab back to my apartment, but I wanted to walk, not caring if my feet bled from the heels. I needed to breathe; my heart hurt, and I wanted someone to hold me and make the excruciating pain go away. Not just anyone. I wanted Steve. I wasn’t aware he happened to be at the same hospital in an undercover mission or that a friend of his would investigate me.

Now on this present day, I had no dogs to take care of due to the oncoming storm in a few hours. To prepare, I decided to head to the local grocery store to get supplies; bread, peanut butter, batteries, two flashlights, water, matches, candles, and a couple of lighters in case the power went out. I even decided to pick up several bags of chips as snack if I wanted one. The store was packed, and I patiently waited while checking out, eagerly waiting to get back home to start reading.

Thanks to Steve, I had picked up a copy of The Haunting of Hill House and the storm provided the perfect day to devour it.

“Can you believe this weather has people all in a frenzy?” A voice asked me. I turned to find a woman behind me with long, auburn red hair and green eyes.

“Yeah, though I’d think they’d be a little more relaxed. Especially after what happened with that alien attack a couple of years ago. Still, it doesn’t surprise me. Back in my hometown, people went crazy whether it stormed bad or snowed,” I answered.

“You’re not from New York?” She asked.

“No. I’ve been here for two years. I’m from North Carolina. You know what I don’t understand?”

“What’s that?”

“Why people buy bread and milk? I mean, sure bread is fine if you want sandwiches. But milk? What are they going to do with it besides drink it? Are people going to make soppy milk bread sandwiches?” This got her laughing and she shrugged, a section of hair falling on her shoulder.

“Maybe. I’m Natasha. You look like you’ve got the essentials. No perishables. Smart. I’d eat peanut butter sandwiches too,” She told me, gesturing to my basket.

“I try. I love storms. I like to watch the lightning in the dark. They’re sort of tranquil to me. I’m Keira by the way,”

“Nice to meet you. Tranquil? A storm?” She asked.

“I know. Ironic isn’t it? Tranquil with all that chaos? They’re beautiful, though. Even if they cause destruction,”

“You sound like a friend of mine. Look, you’re next. Be careful getting home,” She told me. I placed my basket down on the cashier’s shelf and walked up to the counter to pay once everything got rang up.

“What friend? I…oh, she’s gone,” I stated, turning back and finding that Natasha had disappeared.

“Okay then. She seems nice,” I muttered. For someone I just met, she and I appeared to get along great. We had a better conversation than my usual friends, I’ll tell you that. Grabbing my purchases, I walked back to my apartment and unloaded them; I set up candles in the living room and the bedroom, not lighting them unless I had to. I placed the peanut butter and bread next to each other and kept one flashlight in the living room and the other in my bedroom.

The case of water I kept near the fridge in case of an emergency and the matches I stuffed in the utensil drawer. I also shoved the bags of chips in the pantry for later. Satisfied with everything, I sat down to read.

At the first crack of thunder, I looked up from my book and checked the time. 5 p.m. Perfect timing. I marked my place in the book and fixed a cold cut sandwich – ham and cheese with mayonnaise and added pepperoni – before the power went out or if the power went out in this case. As I ate, carrying the sandwich with me, I opened the curtains to my windows to watch. It was dark, the ending of Daylight Savings Time, making it get darker earlier.

Lightning flashed and another crack of thunder sounded, bringing a smile to my lips. I stood at the window in the living room, enjoying the storm and chewing on my sandwich. Around the fifth lightning strike, the power flickered, and I grabbed the flashlight did it, shrouding me in darkness, the calming night beginning.

Steve’s POV

Astonished by the time that passed by, I managed to stay busy. Missions and meetings took over my days and left me without time to write to Keira. I hoped things had cheered up for her after her birthday. I secretly hoped I had been the main cause for it with my gift and words.

Thankfully, Natasha hadn’t pestered me about her, but I feared what it might mean since she hadn’t. She could easily be conducting her own under my nose. I tried not to worry about it and focused on the tasks given to us. After all, there was the gala we had been sent to, undercover to watch a target who wanted to cause trouble.

It took place at a hospital and we dressed out best, mingling among the crowd as normal people. I found it ironic that this gala was taking place at the same hospital where Strange used to work but decided not to bring Bucky in case it opened up some wounds with what was happening. As I was mingling, a woman with short brown hair and hazel eyes approached me.

“Hello, handsome. I haven’t seen you around here before. I’m Jana Elliot. What brings you to this event?” she greeted me.

“Security,” I answered and continued surveying the crowd.

“Security, huh? Maybe we should go back to my place and you can secure my bedroom. What do you say?”

“No thanks, Ma’am. I’m very busy. I don’t have a lot of time to spare,” I commented. Jana was pretty, sure but my heart began to yearn for someone else. Keira.

“I-,”

“Bitch!” Some guy shouted, cutting her off. I turned towards the sound but only saw the head of a guy bending down to cradle his foot, too many people blocking my view of the source of his distress.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Excuse me,” Jana stated, and she took off across the room.

“Did you turn down someone?” Sam’s voice came over the ear comm.

“We’re not here to flirt. We’ve got to this job done. Does anybody have an eye on our target?” I ordered.

“She was cute. Steve, you really need a girlfriend, or at least-,”

“Natasha, not now. We’re not discussing my love life in the middle of the mission,”

“Fine. I believe he was the one shouting. Some woman crushed his foot and slapped him. Serves him right. He grabbed her ass,” Nat stated. Oh great. Another asshole, I thought.

“Keep your eyes on him. Nab him if you get a chance,” I ordered. About an hour later, we had him cornered and arrested for trying to run a scheme for an organization that was once close to HYDRA. He wanted to get it started again and we put an end to it before he could even try. Back on the jet, I got questioned more about my social life.

“Seriously, when are you going to date? You need someone to love again,” Nat stated.

“I’m not ready for a relationship,”

“Bullshit. I know you’re ready when you look at the couples around you. You even look at Wanda and me with a longing to be with someone. You’ve got to put yourself out there. What about the new acquaintance of yours?” Nat stated, leaning over to whisper the last part. So, she didn’t want anyone to know it either, I thought. I shrugged and withdrew from the conversation. A common thing I did when I wanted the discussion to end.

At the present time, we were getting prepared for the storm rolling in. Naturally, everyone thought it was Thor’s doing but he laid no claim to it.

“Are you sure? Maybe you’re still angry at me for pulling that prank,” Loki stated, grabbing his book and plopping down on one of the couches in the lounge.

“I’m sure. It’s a normal storm. I have nothing to do with it. Steve, where’s Natasha?” Thor answered, turning his attention on me.

“She went out to grab a few things before the storm hits,” I commented. She had been gone a half hour, coming back with nothing in hand, confusing me.

“I thought you needed some supplies,” I stated, gesturing to her empty hands.

“I have everything I need here. I did meet someone interesting at the store though. You’re in trouble Steve. She’s lovely,” She told me, her lips twisting in a knowing smile. I frowned and pulled her aside into another room, so no one could hear us.

“Natasha, you didn’t do what I think you did? Please tell me, you’re not investigating Keira?”

“Don’t worry. I’m only seeing what she’s like. Maybe see if she’s got any dark secrets,”

“No, don’t do that. I don’t need to do this. If you’re trying to deter me from writing to her, please stop. Stop this now, Natasha,” I snapped at her.

“Steve, really? You don’t want to find out more about her before you meet her. I’m not trying to deter you. I’m just making sure she’s someone you really-,”

“I should be able to decide that for myself. I don’t need you investigating her because she’s some threat. She’s not. I don’t get that from her. Stop investigating,” I argued. She looked shocked at my tone and I walked past her to my room. I was angry she had decided to dig around in Keira’s life. I should’ve known she’d do it ever since she had discovered my secret pen pal. I wanted to be the one who got to know her on my own, in my own time.

Around 5, the first crack of thunder sounded, and I clambered off my bed to draw back the curtains to watch, despite the lights still on in my room. It was only a matter of time before the power went out and I patiently waited when it did. The seventh flash shut things off and I grabbed a flashlight, exiting my room to grab a bottle of water and fixed a peanut butter sandwich to eat, returning to the silence of my room.

I sat watching the storm, a calmness sweeping over me. I hoped Keira was watching with me, wherever she was. Finishing my sandwich, I moved to the windowsill, watching the rain patter against the glass, illuminated by the lightning when it flashed. I sighed, wrapping my arms over my knees, thinking about her. What was she doing while watching the storm? Or if she wasn’t watching, what was she doing instead? Could she be wrapped up in blankets reading?

All these thoughts were enough to motivate me to pen a letter to her. I climbed off and went downstairs to find candles and matches. While rummaging around in the drawers, I heard someone approach me.

“Steve. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry, but you’ve been keeping this girl a secret for a while. I didn’t know what else to do. Maybe you thought by keeping her secret, we wouldn’t look into her. She could’ve have been someone who writes to you to get to us. I needed to find out. Turns out she’s harmless and I like her,” Nat’s voice told me.

“It’s fine. I still wish you hadn’t staged a run-in with her though. Before I’ve had a chance to meet her. I don’t believe Keira’s a threat. I just…I don’t know. I feel different every time I get a letter from her. Seeing her words on paper, it brings me joy. I…”

“My god. You’re starting to fall for her. After only a few letters. Will you ever ask Keira to meet you? If so, when?”

“I want to. You don’t know how much I want to. I’m not sure when would be best to meet her. Maybe after the holidays. Start a new year with her. Maybe fate will bring us together earlier. I’m honestly not sure. It scares me. I’m worried that she’ll treat me different when she finds out I’m Captain America,”

“You’ll have to trust that she won’t. She’s writing to Steve Rogers, not Captain America. She’ll see past the hero and see you because you’re being yourself. I’m sure everything will work out the way it’s supposed to,” Natasha reassured me, giving me a hug.

“Is she…when you saw her…was she…?” I said, stumbling for words. I wanted to know if she was truly beautiful, if she had the same beauty I imagined, despite my heart telling me so.

“She’s lovely. Funny and sweet. At least, that’s what I got from our short conversation. I think you’re in trouble with this girl. You’re in danger of falling in love with her. Especially once you’ve met,” I nodded and retreated to my room to write my next letter.

Keira’s POV

As I watched the storm, I wondered if Steve was somewhere watching as well. I had lit up the candles and started reading as well. The book was creepy indeed, sending chills down my spine. It drew you in and I finished it with a shaky sigh, dreading to go to sleep.

The storm had a way of keeping me invested in watching it for hours, forcing me to stay wide awake until it ended. Since I was already up and alert, I decided to pen the next letter, throwing in details of the last few days, wincing when I knew I was sending him more rants. I kept them in, wanting to get it off my chest. I asked about the storm in case he had been watching it with me, two souls connected in a magical way.

Being silly, I took a few Polaroids of myself and slid them in the envelope, only to pull them back out. Should I let him see me now? Should I send him these? I thought. Deciding against it, I shoved the pictures away before taking a picture of the framed doodle on my desk, telling him I kept it there, drawing inspiration from it. I placed the letter on my nightstand planning on sending it out in the morning and went to sleep dreaming of us sitting together watching a magnificent storm.

Three Days Later

Nothing exciting happened after the storm, work returning back to normal as I had picked up another dog for a few days. A German Shepherd named Frank, who liked going for walks and playing ball in Central Park. I wrote up the review for Hill House and waited for the day I’d get a letter from Steve.

Today happened to be the day when I opened my mailbox and saw his letter sitting on top. Running upstairs, I sprinted into my apartment and stretched out on my couch to begin reading.

Keira,

How have you been? I wonder if you’ve been as busy as I have. More meetings and events have kept me from taking a break. I even attended a gala as part of work and got approached by some girl who attempted to flirt with me. You know what’s interesting? The whole time I thought about you. My friends teased me about it for the rest of the night when they saw me turn her down. They’ve been pestering me about my love life lately, wanting me to start dating again. They’ve even gone so far as to trying to set me up on dates, which I’ve refused to go on.

I need a deeper connection with people to date them. This connection with you, though we’ve only been communicating through letters, makes me feel things and the more I write to you the more connected I seem to be getting to you. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time. Not until these letters from you came.

You too huh? Something we can both relate to, I thought. I smiled at the confession a feeling connected to me. Truth be told, I felt connected to him even if we hadn’t met.

You’ve been occupying my mind and I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. I have an image in my head of what you look like and I think you’re absolutely beautiful. I know you’ll be perfect when we meet for the first time. I’m sorry to hear you spent your birthday alone. I hope you got some joy out if though. Even if you did dance around and drink wine. I hope I brought you some as well. I’m pleased you love your gift. I wasn’t sure if you would. People are picky about what they like. I should know, my friends can be like that sometimes.

To your request of my favorite colors for a blanket, I like blue, like the sky and green. If you can find a shade that matches the color of your eyes, then that’s what I’d love. If you need an additional color, you’re welcome to include a crimson if you’d like.

In other matters, did you watch the storm tonight? Maybe we were watching it together. It was quite calming. Tranquil, almost. I wanted you beside me in my arms. Keira, I think…I believe I’m…

I sat up reading the next line, my heart hammering in my chest. Could he be developing feelings for me? Like I was for him?

I find I’m having difficulty writing the next sentence. Please forgive me if it crosses a line. Here goes. I believe I’m starting to fall for you. I’m aware we haven’t been corresponding for very long, but I don’t know how else to describe how I’m feeling. Every time I receive a letter, I can’t help but smile and be excited by what you’ve written. I’d love to meet you sometime. Maybe after the holidays, if that’s alright with you? Perhaps fate might bring us together before then.

Again, sorry if it crosses a line. I just needed to tell you before it’s too late. You don’t have to answer yet or at all if you don’t want to.

Here’s a list of some of my favorites to bring this off the subject if I’ve made it awkward or weird.

“You’re not crossing any lines. You’d be surprised about I how I feel about you,” I stated, dropping one hand to scratch the ears of Frank.

Movie – Currently, it’s The Goonies. It’s funny and full of adventure. A great watch.

Music – Anything soft, laid back. Classical. You said you love Country. Tell me some I should be listening to.

Book: The Shining by Stephen King. It messed with my head a little more than I’d like. Very spooky. Very psychological.

I already gave you my favorite colors earlier. I don’t have any musicals I love either. I plan on watching Rent and any others you think I might be interested in.

Season: Winter. I love snow and sitting by the fire with a book or movie. Maybe cuddling with you. There I go again. Sorry.

Ideal date? Dinner and a movie. Old-fashioned, but it’s still romantic to me. Second idea? Coney Island, maybe.

Ideal day? Like yours. Rainy day. Sleeping in. Buried in blankets, a book. Someone to cuddle with. Someone to kiss.

Hoping you’ll write to me after my confession. Patiently waiting for you,

Steve

I smiled, my lips stretching as far as they could. More tears of joy filled my eyes. I thought about crafting another letter but waited. He didn’t need to get two letters at nearly the same time. Plus, I needed time to think about his request of meeting.

If we did, then maybe after the holidays would be best. It’d give us a start of a new year, new beginnings. But what happens if we met and didn’t like each other? It could happen…

No, don’t do that to yourself. You already like each other on paper. You’re being yourself. I’m sure he is too, I thought. Besides, we could get to know each other more after we met.

Still, I chose to wait until the next week to write to him with my answer. Instead, I went out and picked up the colors of yarn to begin creating his gift, his blanket. A perfect gift for Christmas.

Steve’s POV

Not risking anyone else finding out about the letters, I waited by the mailbox close to the time it’d be delivered each day. I was sure she had sent one the same time I had. The only difference being it wouldn’t contain her answer to my request. A good thing if she needed time think things over.

Today, I stood by the mailbox, pacing until the truck arrived, the mailman stuffing the box full of letters or bills and driving off. I grabbed the medium stack, going through each piece until I found the one, I was looking for.

I threw the other pieces of mail on the kitchen counter and found somewhere quiet to read Keira’s new letter.

Steve,

I have a lot to tell you. I debated on whether or not to say anything for fear that you only read complaints or rants, but I don’t know who else to turn to.

First, my parents visited me, and we were having a good time until they pressured me into dating. Sometimes, I get too busy to go out and most of the people I’ve met are jerks. Dad thinks my job doesn’t take up a lot of time, but he’d be surprised. After they left, I cried myself to sleep holding onto your doodle.

Oh, the Polaroid shows you where I keep it. I framed it and it stays on my desk to help me draw inspiration.

To make matters worse, I attended a gala at the hospital where my friend Jana works. She tried to set me up with a guy named David Clayton. He dismissed the whole idea of reading, hit on me and proceeded to grab my ass.

My reaction, maybe an overreaction. I stomped on his foot and slapped him. He called me a bitch before I walked away. Jana got mad and I left, going home after a long walk. My heart hurt so much, I needed to take a walk to breathe.

A tingle went down my spine as I realized we were at the same gala at the same time. We were only a few feet apart and I didn’t see her because people were blocking my view. I didn’t see her the whole night, too busy surveying the crowd to notice her arrival. Natasha had seen her when she slapped our target Her friend has poor taste, I thought. A chill went down my spine as I knew who had flirted with me at the gala. Another thought occurred to me. I wouldn’t be able to write to her about it because I’d have to explain what I was doing there. She’d know I’m Captain America. I wasn’t planning on keeping it from her forever, but I still didn’t want her to know yet.

On a happier note, I met someone today who I had a great but short conversation with. Her name is Natasha. Thought I get the sense she might be a ghost. I turned away for a minute and turned back to find her gone. I could see myself being friends with her. She made me feel comfortable unlike my other friends. I met her at the grocery store before the storm. Isn’t it great? The storm? I hope you’re watching it with me. I know you’re a fan of them too.

Keira likes Nat. I’ll have to tell her she made a good impression despite her plan to investigate Keira. I made no mention of it in my letter, afraid of driving her away. Leave the explanation until we meet. I smiled; glad we had been watching the storm. I felt connected to her by some great force I couldn’t see.

I finished Haunting of Hill House tonight. You were right. It’s super creepy. It made me want to check all the doors in case they opened on their own. Poor Eleanor. Everyone was so cruel to her towards the end, only feigning being nice when they feared she’d do something crazy. The ending though, shocked me. Wonderful recommendation. Allow me to tell you one of mine. You might like the Dresden Files. It has a wizard and magic and all sorts of supernatural creatures. Tell me what you’re doing the next time you write, while you write. Tell me more about you friends. Who’s your oldest friend? Tell me your fears. Pull me deeper into your world.

Tell me a story so warm, I can feel your arms around me. So, I can see it vividly in my mind. I’ll write to you on Thanksgiving. Don’t be alarmed by the address from North Carolina. I’ll be at my parents’ house.

Waiting for you,

Keira

I released a deep sigh when I finished reading, my fingers brushing over the words again. I held the Polaroid in my free hand, a small smile tugging my lips. She drew inspiration from the drawing, and it made my heart grow fonder for her. I needed to meet her, to kiss her. Natasha was right. I was in danger of falling for her once I met her.

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marinaaniseed · 5 years ago

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I didn't have the nerve to say no

Song: I didn't have the nerve to say no from the album Plastic letters by Blondie.

Summary: Even gods worry that they’re not worthy.

Characters: Thor x Natasha Romanoff

Length: 518 words

A/N: The immediate sequel to Gleaming auction. See here for what this is all about.

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Nat pants as she lays her head against Thor’s shoulder. They’re on the mat still, in the gym. Anyone could walk in and find them here. A part of her hopes they do, so that they can see that none of them are worthy of being between her thighs, none of them but Thor.

How can men, even enhanced ones, ever hope to compete with a god?

He’s ruined her for all others.

“I thought you’d turn me down, tell me I wasn’t worthy,” she says when her breathing finally calms down.

“I didn't have the nerve to say no. You caught me surprised and my will resigned,” he says, before licking his lips. He wants to savour the taste of her, enjoy it for as long as he can. He might not get the chance again.

Spontaneous, unexpected. It’s a pleasant change of pace, Midgardians, on the whole, seem to be more cautious in these affairs than Asgardians. He’d never be foolish enough to presume that this will be an ongoing thing, although he’d like the chance to continue exploring Lady Natasha.

Growing up with Loki, he’s learned to recognise those who close themselves off. She’s not an outright liar or trickster, like his brother, per se. On the other hand, she’s not free or easy with the truth. The person he knows as Natasha Romanoff is a front, he knows this. She appears how she wishes to be seen, makes herself useful so nobody takes the time to try to know her.

Tonight the mask slipped, but tomorrow it will be held in place even more rigidly. He’d need the might of Mjölnir to shift it again.

He regrets the circumstances in which he got this glimpse of the real Lady Natasha, but he doesn’t regret having seen it.

“I didn’t think a man of your power would be intimidated by me,” Nat says.

“I’ve seen much over the years,” he explains. “A beautiful, strong, intelligent, capable woman is always able to make me doubt my worthiness. Not of Mjölnir, but of her affections. I feared if I said no, that I might never get the chance in the future. It was not a chance I was willing to take.”

“Mmm, well,” Nat mumbles against his soft skin, “thank you for saying yes.”

“It was a pleasure, I only hope that I have, in some way, helped.”

“You did,” she observes. “I hope that thunderstorm you caused didn’t disrupt Wanda’s party more than I already did unless one of your bolts of lightning was particularly accurate?”

Poor Wanda. Her birthday had certainly not ended up being a happy one. Thor hoped he could make it up to her.

He hadn’t considered the possibility of Lady Natasha’s tormentor being struck. If he had, he would’ve tried to focus his powers a little more.

The thought causes laughter to rumble through his chest.

“Is there anything else I can do to be of service to you?” he asks, hoping she’ll suggest another round of passionate fucking.

“No, I need to sleep. Then,” she pauses, “I need a vacation.”

#366songshots #thor #black widow #natasha romanoff #avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #Thor Odinson

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randomredneck · 6 years ago

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What’s In Store

Some time ago, I asked the very nice @corvusiel if I could write a fic based on their grocery store Mabifica pics. I thought they just never answered. Turns out this hellsite ate the goddamn answer notification and I just found out they said yes. Anyway, here it is. I hope you enjoy.

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“Farewell happy fields, where joy forever dwells: Hail horrors, hail infernal world...”

That quote was a bit of an exaggeration given the situation it was being mentioned in. An average grocery store. But the blonde girl standing behind the counter wasn’t average. No, she was rich...or, she used to be.

“I’ve never even been to one of these places, and now I’m working here. Why me?”

This was Pacifica Northwest. Daughter of the formerly prestigious Northwest family. Formerly, because as of a few weeks ago, they were flat broke.

“Me, working in a grocery store. I could have bought this place if I wanted to. Now I’m working for...what is that thing regular people make...minimum wage? Yeah, that’s it.”

She sighed, trying not to dwell on her previous life of luxury. That just made the monotonous boredom of her new situation all the more maddening.

“How people don’t go insane from the dullness is beyond me. I wish something would liven this place up a little...”

She was about to get her wish and then some. She was broken from her moping when two hands slapped down on her counter.

“I need your glitteriest paint!”

She jumped near a foot at this. Though the surprise quickly changed from startling to intriguing. Cause her newest customer was cute. Short brown hair, a cheesy shirt reading ‘You make my heart meowlt’ and a general air of peppyness to her.

“I’m sorry, but we only sell food here.”

That did not seem to put a dent in her attitude.

“Do you have edible glitter?”

Pacifica suddenly realized this girl may have been a little...off.

“I am fairly certain that’s not a thing, miss.”

That caused the other girl to giggle. Said giggle strangely made Pacifica feel a lot less bored.

“Kind of weird to call someone the same age ‘Miss’, isn’t it? Let’s fix that. I’m Mabel.”

She extended her hand, Pacifica giving the expected shake.

“I’m Pacifica.”

Mabel’s ears perked up at that name.

“Pacifica, Pacifica...Northwest? Oh, I know you! I saw your family on the news. You were super duper rich and went totally broke when your dad invested in a bunch of startups that went belly up and also got sued to heck and back cause he embezzled from them, right?”

The annoyed glare Pacifica was giving her indicated yes, that was them.

“Yes. Thank you for reminding me of my situation. I’d almost forgotten...”

Mabel didn’t quite seem to grasp the sarcasm there.

“You’re welcome. Anyway, I have to go find that paint. You never know when you’re gonna need glittery paint. Ta-ta!”

She bounded out of the store, Pacifica shrugging.

“Weird girl.”

Well, the weirdness wasn’t over. As she found out the next day at work. When a walking pile of snack foods and 2 liter soda bottles waddled over to her register. Setting her veritable buffet down on the counter, the face of Mabel was revealed.

“Oh, hey! I forgot you worked here.”

Pacifica looked from her, to the mountain of snacks and whatnot before her, and back again.

“Are you stocking up for doomsday or something?”

She shook her head.

“No. Me and my brother prevented that last week...well, he did. I was on a date with this super cute girl...til it turned out she was working with that horde of 9th dimensional ghost Sasquatches my brother was dealing with...”

Pacifica rung up her items in a flash, lest this story get even weirder.

“Anyway, I’m stocking up for a party. I’m not sure who it’s for or what it’s celebrating, but my party sense has been tingling lately. I have a party sense you know. Ever since this time with a gnome and...”

Pacifica cleared her throat, motioning to the other customers waiting behind her.

“Oh, my bad. I’ll tell you some other time. Bye!”

She hauled her party supplies out the door, Pacifica taking one specific thing from that conversation.

“...She likes girls. Huh.”

Lo and behold, she was back the next day. Her booty this time was a 6 foot party sub.

“Where are you getting the cash to afford all this food? I was rich and even I think this is crazy.”

She set the sub down on the counter.

“Oh, I got struck by magical lightning from a Centaur wizard. Fun side effect is I know every sports score for the next 10 years. So when I need a little capital, I make a tiny bet. Piece of advice: American Samoa is gonna shock you at the next Olympics. Don’t tell anyone else.”

As she prepared to leave, she stopped for a second.

“Say, are you free this weekend? Cause this party I’ve been planning is this Saturday. You look like you could use a little fun.”

A party with a super weird, super cute girl she’d known for 3 minutes intervals for the past 3 days. Any sane person would say no.

“Sure. I guess it’s better than staying at that cheap rental house we’re living in right now.”

Mabel’s eyes lit up.

“Sweet. I’ll pick you up this weekend.”

She ran out with the sub in tow, Pacifica feeling a small blush filling her cheeks.

“...Huh. There it is again.”

The weekend approached way too slowly for Pacifica’s tastes. Standing outside the store, she waited for her chariot of fun to arrive.

“Hey, perspective pal of mine!”

Yet again, she jumped near a foot at the sound of her voice.

“Mabel, jeez. I didn’t even know you were here. Where’s your car?”

Mabel giggled.

“Who needs a car? I get here with this.”

She pulled a little slip of paper out of her pocket.

“Let’s go. Tropelet .em eus .Yrots acifibam tsal ym morf ekoj lleps sdrawkcab eht gnisuer m'I!”

In a flash, the two vanished from the store. And reappeared in the party area of some run down shack.

“Man, that’s never not fun. How was your first teleport spell?”

Her response was to run to the nearest trashcan and paint it with the last thing she ate.

“Oh, right. First time is always a little rough on the old tummy. But hey, now there’s room for all the party food. Happy birthday, Pacifica!”

Pacifica lifted her head from the trashcan.

“Wait, what?”

She glanced around the shack, laying eyes on the banner. And there in glittery paint was ‘Happy late birthday Pacifica!’

“Wait, how did you know when my birthday was?”

She laughed.

“Wikipedia. I saw that story about your family going broke. Then I Googled you cause the picture of you was super pretty. And I noticed you went poor a day before your birthday. That couldn’t have been a fun day. That’s when my party sense kicked in. And here we are!”

This almost complete stranger, who was also magic somehow, had just teleported her across who knows how far a distance to throw her a late birthday party based off an internet article. Pacifica should have been pissed off/weirded out/a little scared that magic existed. Instead, she actually started crying.

“This has been the worst few weeks of my life! I lost all my stuff, my house, my friends ditched me when the money,left and I had-”

Mabel quickly silenced her with a hug.

“Come on, now. A lady shouldn't cry at her party. Everyone is here for you. Now let’s party!”

Pacifica looked around, wiping her eyes.

“Uh...we’re the only ones here.”

Mabel looked around too, reading the paper again.

“Whoops. Threw a little time travel in there. We’re a few hours early. Hang on.”

One backwards incantation later, and the two popped into the right time frame, the room now full of people.

“There we go. Let’s party!”

And party they did. Mabel broke away from the crowd, covered in silly string and having a good time.

“Woo, I throw a good party.”

Pushing through the celebration, her brother leaned against the wall next to her.

“So that’s her, huh?”

Mabel nodded.

“Yup. The girl I saw myself married too when I accidentally jumped into the future by accident.”

Dipper scratched his cheek in worry.

“...Seriously though, Grenda? Would it be wrong to try and change the future.”

Mabel chuckled.

“I’m not changing mine for the world.”

#gravity falls #mabel pines #pacifica northwest #mabifica #fanfic #last story I'm posting here

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graton99 · 6 years ago

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Children cannot be wise

When I was a kid, I was told I should respect my elders because they are wiser than me. Naturally, my first instinct is to ask how to become wiser than them. My mom chuckled stating that that older people are wiser because they have more experience living, and that molds their behaviour and decisions to be more often than not correct. It is only now that I am in my 30s, I realize while this is true, it is not entirely precise. It is not just experience, but more specifically our mistakes that mold our behaviour, making us wiser. Just watching someone drive a car won’t grant you the skills to become a good driver, but through practice and awareness to avoid mistakes, behaviour will be molded only through careful thought and reflection. In just a few months after my mom taught me about wisdom, I committed a major mistake.

The moment I woke up during that hot sweat-drenched day, things weren’t going to go as planned. Everything was already planned beforehand - the invitation letters, the catering service, the lights, and decorum. It isn’t everyday someone turns 60, it is a milestone after all. My dad took my grandfather out to go strolling in the park, while the rest of the family - my sister, brother, mom, and I got the festivities prepared and ready. Soon, my entire family tree was here; the whole village.

As I was setting up the lights, I couldn’t help but reminiscence about my grandpa. It was last year, after receiving my sixth-grade report card, which I recall was a poor excuse of one, as every mark written in it was below the letter grade C. Needless to say, my parents gave me a beating that night and got rid of all my video games. The next day, my grandfather took me to the local ice-cream shop for my favourite ice-cream, chocolate hazelnut. Everyone has that adult in their life that is always there to cheer them up after being scolded from parents whether it be a visit to the arcade or ice cream shop. That adult is my grandfather.

Source of picture: (https://globalnews.ca/news/3862544/grandparents-may-be-spoiling-grandkids-to-point-of-increasing-cancer-risk-factors-study/)

It was then when the sun was blazing its hottest, I received a phone call from my dad letting me know they are only a few blocks away. Lightning struck my head, I came up with the most brilliant idea; I was to scare and surprise my 60-year-old feeble grandfather suffering from high-blood pressure upon entry.

I know what you must be thinking, genius strikes often for me. Well, my grandfather instantly landed on the floor, entering shock as he received a mini heart attack. Happy Birthday Gramps! It was beyond morbid, there are no words that can truly express the panic that ensued the moments after. However, the good news is that, just a few days later, my grandfather was discharged from the hospital with a speedy recovery.

Currently, my grandfather is 83 with his birthday imminent in the next few months. That being said, has this past experience made me wiser?

I certainly hope so for his sake.

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cinos0-blog · 6 years ago

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Washed Up Chapter I: Wreckage

Chapter I

I sat on the deck of the boat reading a book about Pokémon. I flipped the book a few pages and at the top of the page was a picture of a Doduo that detailed its anatomy and lower on the page it documented its behavior and habitats. I'd always dreamed of being a Pokémon trainer, but when my mother died I chose instead to help my father Erin on his fishing boat. We were a good team him and I. I reached into my pocket and pulled out an old cartridge that said Pokémon Emerald. When I was a kid I always wanted to be a real Pokémon trainer. But, I was born in the wrong world there are no such thing as Pokémon. The world is a cruel place and I'm just moving through it. Although I do still enjoy playing Pokémon and reading about had always been a coping mechanism for me, but, life isn't just a game where you run around and fight Team Rocket. I've been working on the F.V Relicanth for 5 Years since I was 10. "Hey Felix, come look at this." I stood and walked over to the side of the boat where dad stood and looked overs. A small metal tube was floating in the water next to other pieces of wreckage. A small piece was emblazoned with the letters R and V the rest however had long since burned away. "It's a research vessel," my dad assessed as he pulled the small tube out of the water. "Poor fellows. This wreckage is old. No telling how long it's been out here."

"Shouldn't we look for survivors?"

"Wouldn't matter. This wreckage looks like it drifted from who knows where. Whoever's boat it was that sunk it's not around here."

I only nodded sadly for the sunken ship and looked over at my dad and the tube in his hands. "What's up with the tube," I asked.

"No idea. It looks like some sort of electronic device. Maybe it was a buoy or some sort of sonar device. But if it is it's not like any one I've ever seen."

"Well what do we do with it?"

Dad looked down at it and smiled, "Well your birthdays this weekend and I suppose this could be an early gift. That is if you want it?" I looked down at the tube as he held it out to me "of course thanks dad!" The tube was about a foot long and made out of steel on the top was a blue button and on the side was writing and a small display screen with a small keypad. The text read: Celestial Labs. Warning: the following device is not to be used until further testing is done regarding its full capabilities. Cool I thought I'd found some sort of experimental research device. I regarded the small keypad on the side and it's screen. Jokingly I typed Pokémon into the screen and of course nothing happened. I stood and looked at the sky. A storm was rolling in and my dad had just started to turn around. I could tell it would be a bad storm. After about 10 minutes the storm really hit and the boat got struck by lightning. The engine was fried but we still had a small motorboat that dad was able to put out and hop into right before a wave hit the boat and pushed him away. I was alone on the boat and embarrassingly despite these last 5 Years I couldn't swim. All I had with me was the small tube and I rapidly hit the button hoping it to be a beacon or tracking device of some sort. It whirred and put off a huge flash of light right before I was knocked off my feet and knocked out cold.

#pokemon #fanfic #fanfiction #kalushar #wattpad #fanfiction.net

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bloodyfangedtiger · 6 years ago

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Unexpected

Rhys groaned as he stood in the elevator going down to R&D, Research and Development. More like Repulsive and Destructive, this is the fifth time he has gone down to this floor full of hellish creations in just one week. That means he's spent most of his week going down into the bowels of Helios to either A.) Relay a message to R&D from Jack, even shooting someone to get the point across. B.) To check on the progress they're making on one of Jack's new toys.

The PA groaned "I swear on Elpis if I see one more damn employee turn inside out, or blow up or or-!" He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a sip of his tenth coffee cup. "Jack, you owe me big time for this."

The man he calls Jack does in fact owe Rhys since the poor PA was called into work during his mother's birthday on a so called "Urgent Matter." It was total bull shit and Rhys knew it but hey, you can't go against the king of Helios so he's stuck going down to R&D in his comfy sweat pants and muscle shirt because it was his day off.

He sighed as he remembered his mother's face when he told her he had to go into work, seeing her hooked up to those machines was enough to break his heart and now he was breaking her's. "I'm so sorry, mom." He whispered before wiping away his tears and straightening up just as the elevator dinged to signal his arrival.

The scene that greeted him made his blood boil with rage "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?!" He stormed up to the first unfortunate tech head to be out in the open.

Okay so the overhead lights are hanging by tiny wires and cords, the walls of the Dark Floor (as Rhys and Vaughn call it) are practically gone well more like dust that has gathered into piles on the ground. There are bodies everywhere and all of the important schematics that Jack was practically drooling over are scattered all over the place. Stained with blood and viscera as some pages stick to the ceiling.

The tech tried to talk but was soon ripped apart by some large purple skinned skeletal beast that seemed to glow, it tore the poor human in half to show Rhys how the human body is divided. Meaning split down the middle.

Rhys could only groan as he brought out Sasha, a cute little gun that packs a lot of punch. Named after one of his favorite bandit girls from Pandora, crafted by himself. The gun is a small deringer with two hundred micro sized bullets that expand to a thousand times their original size upon impact. Meaning immediate death and a messy cleanup that leaves nothing left for identification.

He takes out the small gun and fires it at the beast just as the bastard has the audacity to attack him, skimming one long claw along Rhys's belly before it exploded into many tiny pieces. The PA grimaced at the mess and scanned the area with his ECHO eye for any other nasty surprises before he called Jack. "Place is ransacked, no survivors and you owe me major vacation time." Short and straight to the point, his typical conversation with the CEO nowadays.

The company man looked around the scene and sighed "Might as well just jettison the whole place out and restart from scratch." He shook his head and got back into the elevator, heading home.

★★★

It's been three weeks since the R&D Purge as people call it where a beast that had been infused with Eridium escaped containment and killed all the staff, leaving no survivors.

Jack was a bit peeved by the whole thing while his assistant just shrugged his shoulders and kept his sunglasses on feeling like this was just another typical day.

They sit down in the fifth meeting room on Helios to make plans when he starts to feel it, a weird kind of turning inside his stomach with a heavy weight inside. He tries to keep his composure during the meeting and since this is Jack we're talking about, there will be no breaks. He's glad for the liquid only diet he's been adjusting to since becoming Jack's assistant, since he only has to piss once every two hours or so.

He only wishes his mother hadn't insisted on him wearing the dark blue kilt his uncle made him just before passing but he's got the legs for it so no harm done. He only wishes people would stop fucking staring at him, especially Jack who is leering at him from across the table.

Whump!

He felt something drop from his stomach and poke from his ass, or was that his anus? Tentatively he reached down and kept his eyes on Jack to make sure didn't suggest something foolish again while he placed his hands on his boxers. He could feel his member, his balls, a slit and his anus. He rubbed the slit then moved the fabric away to touch it directly. Moist flesh and a nub, well what do you know? R&D managed to fuck up his genetics and make him bigender. If those fuckers weren't dead already, they would be now.

He prodded and rubbed the new addition to his body and even stuck a finger in, big mistake. It was like being struck by lightning, his nerves were electrified as his body lightly shook. Oh he could get used to this. With a smirk he removed his soiled fingers and took out a bottle of hand sanitizer with his other which he used to disinfect himself from his very recent and pleasurable activities.

The meeting dragged on, going over budget and the likes and how long the repairs will take along with how long the process of hiring new staff will take. Just your typical boring office meeting that is enough to put anyone to sleep. Which it does, not Rhys but Jack who conks out on the table and drools his own man made river.

Because the president fell asleep, the meeting kind of stopped and people just started to fool around. Rhys tried to play on his phone or at least talk to his mother but then he felt that strange weight from earlier start to move within him and...wait is it moving down?!

He swallowed and tried to move from his chair only to feel something pop and fluid gushed down his legs. Okay, now it's time to panic and luckily everyone left except for one comatose CEO. He spread his legs a little to accompany this strange thing that is breaching the world through his body, taking a deep shuddering breath he pulled down his soiled underwear and felt the thing squirm down his body till he could actually reach down and felt it protruding from his new pussy.

"This is odd, maybe a side effect from the attack earlier?" Strangely he didn't feel pain, just discomfort. With another deep breath he slowly started to push the thing out of him, feeling his body clench and convulse around the object.

"Hey, cupcake. What are you up to over there?"

Of course Jack would wake up, the PA shook his head and leaned back to help push until whatever this was slipped out of him and into the hand he had waiting for it. He was expecting a tumor of some kind or some kind of excrement that the creature had caused his body to expell due to a mutation, something non sentient and non living.

Here's what he wasn't expecting, a head, neck and body attached and hiccuping cry to break the silence that had filled the room after Jack passed out. He leaned back and carefully brought up the tiny life form.

"What in the hell? Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Lawrence, but human males are not capable of reproducing like females. Is that not true?" He asked with a very slight tremble in his voice as he cradled the baby in his arms, light lavender skin, pointy ears and slightly sharp nails. All toes and fingers and everything on its face looked normal, it even has sex organs and it's a- "Oh. Shit."

He grimaced at his unusual child "Of course you had to be a girl, something I have not a clue about." Even though she is something he is now deeply afraid of, he brings the babe up and kisses her still wet forehead which silences her cries down to tiny whimpers.

"Rhysie, I didn't know you were pregnant. Who's the father?" Jack asked, now standing right next to his PA and the tiny newborn. "Believe it or not, sir, I haven't had sex since I was sixteen and even then I only had one set of genitals until now." The human murmured quietly, his hands cradling her close.

There was the rustling of fabric and then Jack's jacket was covering the babe. She snuggled into it immediately, her eyes firmly closed and have yet to open. "Let's get you two out of here and get a cleaning crew to clean up the mess." The CEO suggested.

★★★

Rhys laid stretched out on Jack's luxurious sofa in the president's penthouse, freshly showered and clothed in a wife beater and sweat pants he had packed in his bag so he could change after work and laze around in his comfy clothes.

He propped his head up with his right metal arm while he cradled his child to his breast with his left "It's funny, my mother has been going on about grandchildren during my visits and then this one just shows up." He shifted her slightly so that she could feed properly from his milk supplying pectoral.

Jack just watched in wonder at the spectacle before him, his stoic PA is on his couch in the most casual clothing he's ever seen breast feeding a baby that he just suddenly birthed out of nowhere. He's seen weird shit before but this has to be by far the weirdest he's seen. He watched from his perch behind the couch, his head resting on his arms and eyes glued to the new family. "What are you going to do with her?" He suddenly blurted out, well that was smooth.

Watching them reminded him of his ex-wife and daughter when she was a baby, instead of the young college woman who is studying for her architect degree on Elpis. "I almost forget how beautiful they are when you see them for the first time." He sighed.

Rhys let out a yawn "Raise her obviously, though I'll need to read a store full of books on how to raise a girl properly."

Jack reached a hand down and stroked the little one's head, his fingers brushing against her now visible auburn brown locks that match Rhys. "She needs a name." He is really stating the obvious today, huh?

The child in question popped her mother's nipple from her mouth and nestled into his chest. "She needs a strong name, one that will make people think twice about making fun of her." Rhys said while he caressed her cheek "I want to give you a good life, Valencia."

The CEO nodded at name "If I remember correctly, it means strong and powerful. Good name choice, Rhysie. Now everyone will know to fear our little girl."

That caught him off guard "Jack Lawrence, you better not have said what I think you said." He glared at his president. "I'm your PA, Personal Assistant. Your subordinate, in what way am I yours or this child is yours?" He asked with an ice cold tone that could probably stop someone's heart.

The CEO only grinned "C'mon, Rhysie. I'll get you to fall for me just you wait. I just have to try harder to get through that thick shell of yours and down to your creamy center."

Not gonna happen, Rhys thought silently. He's maybe dated five guys in his life and one woman but they were mostly modest people, not with egos the size of five solar systems. So him falling for Jack is just a fever dream.

Right?

#bigender rhys #tales from the borderlands #jack lawrence #rhys the pa #original and unusual character #jackxrhys

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musicallisto · 7 years ago

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☠ Dork of a Best Friend (Dan Pierce)

anon requested: Maybe like a ilitw dan x mc where they aren’t together yet and dan is jealous of one of the other guys relationship with the mc and so he watches as they flirt with mc but finally tells her how he feels. Angst at first then whatever you want in the end (just as long as they end up together :) )

word count: 2000+ words

summary: In which Dan tries to concile all the contradictory feelings in his heart, including his very weird attraction for his best friend and his anger when seeing her with Noah.

author notes: Jealousy, a little bit of angst but not much, happy ending! :)

It started out as a silly, middle-grader crush, really. Dan was sure of it. He couldn’t have had feelings for her before, even minor - it was when he entered ninth grade and people all around him started to make a real fuss about dating and love. But as a ninth grader, Dan had no idea about love or its intricate physics, so he didn’t really pay attention to the mixed signals his mind and body sent him when he made eye contact with his childhood best friend. He restrained the intrusive thoughts in the middle of a History class that reminded him of how beautiful she had gotten over the summer once again and shot down the butterflies in his stomach when their fingers brushed oh-so-lightly. He ignored it all, convinced it would go away, that he was just too attached to Devon - in a friendly way, of course. What other way could it be? - and it would go away with time when he would start to understand a little more about girls.

Four years later, he was almost done with high school and still had no idea about girls nor the mixed signals he got around Devon.

Especially not the nausea and irrepressible need to punch something or someone whenever he saw Noah and Devon together, pressed on a couch at a house party none of them really wanted to attend, killing time by telling endless stories. Dan had observed them more than once, smiling at each other timidly in the hallways and meeting after school to take a walk through the town, keeping a respectable distance to the woods, as though they were something sacred and redoubtable. He had seen Noah shudder when his eyes wandered off and found the tall shadow of the trees, and he had seen Devon place a comforting hand on his shoulder and worriedly scan his face. He didn’t have any right to feel this way - Noah had always been Devon’s favorite, and as far as he could remember, she had always had a sweet, young crush on the boy with cold, denim laughs and mud eyes. Dan was the one Devon had told about her attraction, a seven-year-old little girl smiling proudly “I’m going to marry Noah! But don’t tell him!” - and Dan had always been relegated to the background, to the role of the best friend, the adviser, and never to be more.

He couldn’t possibly tell her the truth. He couldn’t possibly tell her that he feared the young woman smiling proudly had captured his heart and would never give it back.

So he stayed silent. Kept quiet. It was what he had always done, and what he was best at; not saying a word, pretending everything was under control, when in reality he was falling down a rabbit hole every day and had no roots, no miraculous stone to hang onto and climb his way back. He played football every day, more than he ever had, surrounded himself with the most popular, the most superficial he could find, those who could help him forget. Numb. He skipped more than a few sessions with his psychiatrist, claiming he wasn’t feeling well one day, he had to focus on his work another, he had football practice yet another.

And before he knew it, a thousand empty smiles and filled red cups had replaced the one brimming smiled he had ever cared about.

They stopped talking. It was a soft process, there were no arguments, no insults nor knives thrown to the chest, no betrayal, no cold shoulder for days. There was no dramatic scene in front of the high school, no running away from a party, eyes watery, escaping from the couples slow-dancing to Creep to the freshness of the night.

It was a soft process. Progressive. Discreet. But it didn’t hurt less. Actually, it probably was the most painful way Dan could have ever ended his friendship with his long-time crush. It was crossing her path in the hallways, the two too timid, too ashamed to say hi, to even look at each other. It was abnormal, straight stares, up ahead, avoiding at all costs the football jersey and the whimsical brown curls. It was the disappointment in Devon’s shoulders, slumping sadly after Noah informed her that for the first time in years, Dan had come home without her. It was Dan’s parents’ perplexity when Devon’s birthday came up and he refused to call her, vaguely explaining they “hadn’t talked much lately”.

It was just like that. It was what once was the strongest stainless steel bridge between two children that was rusting, attacked, bitten by the claws of time, of misunderstandings, of jealousy, and of trials. And it was painful because, even if they would have never admitted it, preferring showing their powerful side to their respective friends, both silently hoped that the other would have the courage to build back the bridge.

But the bridge remained hopelessly collapsed for three years of high school.

And as ridiculous as he sounded at the unhealthy hours of the morning, tossing and turning in the middle of yet another insomnia, he couldn’t help seeing Noah standing on the other side of the broken bridge, far, far away from him, his arm surrounding Devon’s shoulder.

He knew Devon had always been brave, loyal, and quite short-tempered; it hadn’t been a difficult aspect of her personality to grasp, only evolving more and more as the years passed. He could remember clearly a nine-year-old standing up for him in the middle of a crowded school playground, overflowing with cruel kids, their mockery, his traumas. He could remember clearly an outraged nine-year-old pointing inquisitive fingers, yelling “shut up! You don’t know anything! Dan is braver than any of you!”. That was how Devon had always been. She stood up for her friends. She never let them behind; she’d rather die than live with the guilt that one of her loved ones was in pain and she had done nothing about it. She stood her ground. Firm. Tough.

And despite that certain portrait of Devon, despite every time she had proven him wrong in the eighteen years he had known her, he didn’t expect her to walk up to him and demand an explanation.

“Hey, Dan, I think it’s about time you tell me what’s going on,” an unmistakable voice suddenly rang in his ears as he was picking up his notebooks in his locker.

A lightning ball struck him in an instant. It had been months since he had heard that voice, bearer of all his most prized childhood memories, of all his courage and hope. It had been months since he had heard her, and maybe even longer since he had last talked to her. He had thousands of things to tell her, millions - but his mouth was dry and his throat obstructed by months of doubt and introspection.

So he kept quiet and simply turned to her.

A crevice had crawled its way to her forehead, showing her worry, and her eyes raced all around his face, searching for the smallest of fissures, the smallest of signs of weakness, anything that could explain his behavior for the past months... but Dan knew her too well, and knew himself too well. He knew she would use any crack to break him to pieces, to have the upper hand, and she wouldn’t leave without it, without an apology or a marble statue at her feet. So he contracted his muscles and remained perfectly still, emotionless.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low, his lips straight, his words blank.

“What do I mean?” she exclaimed, obviously scandalized. Her wrath came in waves and crashed down onto the poor boy, making it harder and harder for him to stay on course. “What do I mean? You’re the one who’s been ignoring me for months for no reason at all! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you’ve never acted this way before and- and I’ve tolerated but I deserve better than being left on read by my best friend.”

He bitterly retained a laugh. My best friend. How long would it take before she understood? Before she realized? Before she opened her eyes and stopped being so damn clueless, all secluded in her isolated tower? He didn’t want to be her best friend! He liked her!

Stand perfectly still. Emotionless. Over all of that. Over her. He could do it. He had spent months doing it. A second more wouldn’t change anything.

“Let it go,” he sighed, his shoulders slumping as he turned away from the girl, proceeding to stack up his books.

“No. No, I won’t let it go,” she fiercely bit back, leaning one hand on the side of his locker, preventing him from avoiding the confrontation like he had cowardly done for months. “Damn it, Dan, I want to know what’s going on.”

“Nothing’s going on,” the young boy shrugged, his voice more abrupt and cold than he had wanted. “You can go back to your Noah,” he spat.

The two teenagers froze in place. The coldest of silences hung around them, enveloping them in its noxious embrace. Realization was crawling its way up to their two skulls: Dan had only just heard his previous words, which had escaped from his lips like a reflex, a defensive barrier against intruders; and Devon, paralyzed like after the passing of a raging storm, was witnessing all the clouds shatter in her mind, all the gray areas scattering, revealing the true reason why her best friend had stopped talking to her so brusquely.

“So... so that’s why you stopped talking to me?” she asked, softer this time, her voice a single murmur like the unsure whisper of a waterfall. “Because... because I started spending more time with Noah and you were jealous?”

Dan bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. It was not supposed to go this way. She was going to uncover his secret feelings and it wasn’t the way he would have wanted it; she would laugh, she would mock him, and he would lose her for good this time. All because of Noah!

“I... I thought you were better than that,” she admitted with an incredulous laugh, shaking her head. “So that’s it? You couldn’t bear not being the center of my world so you just... disappeared? Ignored me because I had other friends? I never thought you were that self-cent-”

“You’re really gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” he muttered with a nervous chuckle.

“Say what? That you’re a suppressed narcissist an-”

“That I like you!” he yelled, slamming the door of his locker shut.

And she stood there, immobile, pierced by a knife right through her open chest, lips parted, and he stood there, scanning her furiously, taking his head in his arms and breathing heavily.

“I like you and it’s stupid because I know you like Noah and you’ve always liked Noah and I’ve never been more than the best friend but I was jealous because you spend all your time with him and never with me and I couldn’t stand it anymore and I would understand it if you hated me a-”

Soft, careful hands lifted his chin up and he found himself silent in front of the deepest of concerned browns.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you liked me?”

“Tell you?!” he choked out. “No! You... you would have laughed or told me we are better off as friends or-”

“No,” Devon assured quietly, a sweet shade of pink on her cheeks betraying the nature of her thoughts. “No, because I... I kind of like you too...”

“See, you would’v- wait, what?”

Her laugh tinkled deliciously before she reduced the space between their lips and initiated the sweetest kiss Dan had ever dreamed of. They parted after a few seconds and Dan hadn’t moved a muscle, too stunned to process everything that was going on.

“So... so that means you don’t want to marry Noah anymore?” he stammered, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

Devon giggled, ruffling the boy’s hair affectionately. She had missed her dork of a best friend - and hopefully now, something more.

#it lives in the woods #ilitw #choices #choices stories you play #pixelberry #dan pierce #one shot #dan pierce x mc #mywriting

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xswestallen · 7 years ago

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The Newlywed Game

WestAllen fanfiction

Summary: Barry and Iris spend a night in playing The Newlywed Game

Iris heard the thumping of Barry's heart just as loud as she heard the thunder booming outside. It was a stormy day, the perfect excuse for a night in. Barry sat in the center of the couch with his legs stretched out to put his feet up on the coffee table. Iris liked to stack her feet on top of his. She was resting her head on his chest and twirling her fingers in his hair.

Barry was flipping through the TV channels with frustration. "There's nothing good on."

"Tuesday is a boring night for TV." Iris sighed. "Oh! Hey, wait!" She exclaimed when a show got her attention. "Go back to that channel!"

"This one?"

"Yes." Iris sat up, her full attention on the screen. "It's The Newlywed Game!"

Barry laughed. "I remember how much you loved watching this back in middle school."

Iris nudged his arm. "Remember how we'd try to guess which couples would stay together and which ones would get divorced?"

"Now we can look them up their profiles online and see if we're good guessers."

"I think we are. We have a pretty good idea of what true love is."

"We do." Barry leaned in and kissed her. "We'd win every episode."

Iris giggled.

"Alright," Garry Kroeger said on the TV. "Our next question is for Susan and Tom."

"Ha, they look so nervous." Barry pointed out.

"Susan, complete the following sentence. Our marriage would be perfect if we could just agree on _____"

The contestant thought for a moment, before saying, "Politics."

"Woah!" Barry and Iris laughed in surprise.

"She got serious!" Barry said.

"Really!" Iris agreed. "And just look at his face! He definitely didn't write politics."

"I wonder what he wrote."

"Poor Susan, she looks mortified."

But, Barry and Iris would never know what Tom wrote. The thunderstorm knocked out the power just as Tom was about to reveal his answer card.

"Noooo!" Iris called out in the darkness.

In a matter of seconds, Barry had the living room alight with candles.

"The storm must be really bad." Iris remarked. She had been enjoying her evening with Barry so much that she hadn't look out the loft's giant windows in hours.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Barry asked.

Iris shrugged. "I wish we could've watched the show. I forget how much I like it."

A grin spread across Barry's face. He snapped his fingers. "I have an idea."

He ran off, leaving Iris to sit and hope his idea wasn't going up to the roof to mess with the satellite. She didn't think he could handle getting struck by lightning twice. Before Iris could laugh that thought off, Barry was back.

"Ta da!" He said, holding out a card game.

"What is it?"

"You don't remember? Joe got you this for your birthday one year. It's The Newlywed Game home version!"

Iris' eyes lit up. "Now I remember! Open it! Open it! Let's play!" She squealed.

Barry sat down with her and took out the cards. "I'm too lazy to go get paper and markers, so how about we both say our answers on the count of three?"

"Sounds good." Iris said. Her smile was brighter than every candle in the room. She was so excited to play. "This is perfect! We really are newlyweds."

Barry picked up a card and read the first question in his head. He laughed, embarrassed to read it out loud.

"What?!" Iris giggled, even though she didn't know what he was laughing at.

"I think your dad accidentally bought a not safe for work version." Barry showed Iris that card. It read: If your spouse cheated on you with a celebrity, who would the celebrity be?

Iris covered her mouth. "Oh my god!"

"You don't still have a three list, do you?"

She hid more of her face in her hands.

"IRIS?"

"No. Don't worry." Iris said, ending his torture.

"Ok, so we'll skip this one." Barry put the card to the side.

Iris picked up a new card and read it aloud, "What is your spouse's favorite food? On one, two, three... "

"Brownies." Barry answered at the same time Iris said, "Pancakes."

"Correct." Barry said.

"You were right too. Ok, next one." Iris read another card, "If your house caught on fire, what one thing would your spouse grab before leaving? One, two three..."

"Everything, you have superspeed." Iris said as Barry said, "The photo albums."

"Photo albums is right." Iris said.

Barry was giving her a dirty look. "Using my speed is cheating!"

"No it's not, it's the truth." Iris defended. "You could get every single item in this loft out of here before the smoke detectors went off."

"I'll give you a point because your cute." Barry told her.

"We're not even keeping score!" Iris reminded him.

"Do you want the point or not?"

Iris smirked. She got another card and read, "What animal would your spouse choose to be?"

"One, two, three." They counted together.

"Cheeta!" Iris shouted. "Ummmm-" Barry stuttered.

Iris grazed his foot with hers. "Babe, you have to answer!"

"I couldn't think of one fast enough!"

Iris licked her lips.

"Yeah, it's ironic, I know." He acknowledged.

Iris took another card off the pile. "This is a good one! What song describes your spouse in the bedroom? One-”

"Ok, wait!" Barry interrupted. "You need to give me a second to think about that one."

"Let me know when you're ready."

Barry lowered his brows. "You have your answer already?"

"Mmmm hmm."

"Tell me!" Barry begged, unable to wait for her answer. "I'm desperate."

"That's not how the game is played."

"We're not keeping score!" Barry reminded her.

Iris rolled her eyes. "Ok, I picked the song, So This Is Love by Ilene Woods."

"That's so romantic. "Barry smiled. He reached out to caress her cheek.

Iris leaned into his soft hand, closing her eyes. She softly sang the song,

"So this is love, Mmmmmm

So this is love

So this is what makes life divine

I'm all aglow, Mmmmmm

And now I know

The key to all heaven is mine"

Barry took the second verse.

"My heart has wings, Mmmmmm

And I can fly

I'll touch every star in the sky

So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of

Mmmmmm

So this is love"

Iris opened her eyes and peered into Barry's. They were lost in one another.

"What song do you think describes our sex life?" Iris asked.

It broke the spell. Barry suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Oh come on, just tell me. Please!"

Barry scratched his neck. "Well, my first thought was Your Body Is A Wonderland by John Meyer...."

Iris squealed.

Barry held up his hands. "But, that's not my final answer. I want to pick a better, less cliche one now that I heard how good yours is!"

Iris waggled her eyebrows at him. "Like what?"

"Like- Like- Ummmm- I Melt With You by Modern English." Barry decided.

"That's a good one!"

"Thanks." Barry said. He grabbed another card. "What is your spouse's idea of living happily ever after?"

The counted in unison. "One, two, three..."

Iris didn't get to say her answer, because Barry captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He sucked on her lower lip, gliding his tongue across it till she granted him full access to her mouth. Her hands ran up Barry's chest and settled on his shoulders.

Barry moved his lips just a centimeter away from Iris' lips. She whined.

"This." He breathed.

"This what?" She asked, having forgotten the game.

"This is my idea of living happily ever after."

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marvelousbirthdays · 7 years ago

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Happy Birthday, thesexymugglelibrarian!

October 5 - Darcy Lewis/Phil Coulson, for @thesexymugglelibrarian

something fluffy &cracky maybe with Angel!Darcy, Demon!Phil enemies to couple.. I don’t mind smut

Written by @celiaequus

“I got here first,” Darcy said. She popped her bubblegum as Phil leaned against the wall beside her. “No. Shoo. I’m saving these humans.”

“Just a little fire,” Phil said, drawing out a pack of cigarettes. He offered one to Darcy as usual, but she shook her head, instead offering him a stick of gum. He declined and struck a match against the wall. He lit the end of the cigarette and puffed until smoke emerged. “The boss is here. He’s been gunning for Hell for a long time.”

“Yeah, but the workers haven’t!” Darcy snapped, glaring at him out of the corner of her eyes. Phil smirked. “I said no! If you burn this place to the ground you’ll not only destroy lives, you’ll deprive people of their livelihoods, deprive families of their loved ones and their only source of income…” She shook her head. “I’ll fight you if I have to.”

“Please, we all know I’m the better fighter,” he said. “If you had a better voice, you could be a seraphim. You’re not suited to being a soldier.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and popped the gum again with a loud snap. Not that any of the humans passing in the night would hear it, or notice either the angel or the demon arguing.

“There’s nothing wrong with my voice,” she said. “I just don’t wanna spend all day singing praises around a throne. I wanna save innocent people from the likes of you.”

“You’re a good person,” Phil said. He almost sounded disgusted. “Let’s strike a deal.”

She sighed. This again.

“What deal?” she asked, her hand itching for her sword.

“I trap the boss in his office and keep the fire there,” he said, gesturing with his cigarette. “You make sure the doors are unlocked and the fire alarm works so your precious workers can escape.”

“They are precious,” Darcy said. “All human lives are, even evil bosses.”

“You don’t know the meaning of evil bosses until you’ve met mine,” he muttered.

“I’m not letting you hurt anyone, Phil--”

“You poor thing,” he said. “He’s planning layoffs. Those people would lose their jobs within the week anyhow. This way, they’ll get some kind of compensation, and maybe someone else will buy the company and rehire the old workers. Also, I’m giving you a chance to let them escape with their lives. Come on, Darcy.” He turned to face her, one shoulder against the wall.

“You can’t kill him,” she said stubbornly.

“I’d hate to fight you.” He traced a finger down the side of her face. She blew a particularly large bubble in his face. “This building is going up in flames tonight, whether you like it or not. I’m here to collect him, but I can help you out.”

“I want to stop the fire,” Darcy said. Her breathing was unsteady as Phil got dangerously close.

“Just say yes,” he whispered. “His life for theirs. You know no other demon would give you this kind of deal.”

“Yeah, you’re such a soft touch to me,” she said dryly.

“I really am.”

“You just like the kisses we use to seal the deals,” she continued, leaning towards him.

“I really do,” he murmured, and he caught her lips for a moment. Darcy whined when he pulled back. “Was that a yes?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. The deal fizzled into the air beside them, a contract which would be finalised with a kiss. Phil was never less than thorough when it came to the seal.

Darcy didn’t even have time to remove the gum. Phil pressed her against the wall, the taste of nicotine on his tongue as he explored her mouth. Darcy wound one leg around the back of his, arching against his body as she gave as good as she got. The contract had long since disappeared by the time Phil pulled back, the sticky sweetness of gum now lingering on his lips.

“I’ll give you five minutes to check the alarms and doors,” he said. Darcy disappeared in a soft flutter of feathers.

She lingered on the scene to make sure all the factory workers were safe and ambulances were on the way. She winced at the scream of the boss as his soul was dragged forcefully through the broken window, smoke billowing out. She watched Phil disappear into the darkness with his latest catch, an ache in her chest. It was getting worse each time.

The next time they met was at an attack in a different city. Only one demon was necessary to collect souls this time, the souls of those behind the ground-level bombing. Darcy was joined by three other angels frantically collecting as many innocent souls as they could before a demon could collect some to torture. Not all demons were as honourable as Phil.

If only more angels could have been spared, but similar attacks were occurring simultaneously throughout the country, nearly every state in confusion and despair as people were blown to pieces. It was one of the worst attacks outside of wartime that Darcy had witnessed in her thousands of years as an angel. She wept bitterly as she collected an armful of children’s souls and took them straight to heaven. She barely had time to leave them in St Peter’s care before she had to return to Earth.

Phil had already left with the souls he’d collected. Jane, Erik, and Ian were busy collecting, and Darcy joined them. But the air bristled with heat and sulphur. They looked up and saw a tall demon appear in the middle of the street. He looked around with a grin and stepped towards the body of a pregnant woman.

Darcy flew straight over to him, getting between him and the woman. She drew her sword.

“Get out of here,” she said. “There’s no one else here bound for Hell.”

“We need someone to practise on,” he said, sneering at her. “You’re Phil’s pet, aren’t you?”

“I’m no one’s pet,” Darcy spat. “Go back to Hell, demon.”

He drew his sword as quick as lightning, and Darcy barely had time to defend herself against a heavy blow. She heard Jane cry out her name, but she had to ignore the distraction. He was stronger than her, and his sword came close too many times to count. She felt the sting of a few small cuts, but she wasn’t letting him anywhere near the humans.

Their swords clanged and clashed, sparks flying off the blades. Even if Darcy lost, she hoped to buy enough time for her fellow angels to finish collecting the innocent souls. She noticed Ian nearby, collecting the woman and the unborn baby’s souls, as well as the stranger who’d tried to shield them from the second blast.

Her arms were already tired from carrying souls, and she grew tireder. The sword was heavy and she was nearly forced to the ground when a particularly hard hit reverberated through her sore arms.

She didn’t notice the new arrival until a different sword blocked the demon’s killing blow, and Darcy was shoved out of danger’s way. She watched, gaping, as Phil fought one of his own. He was fresh to the fight and soon overpowered the other demon, sending his sword clattering away. As the demon scrambled for it, Phil held his own sword against the demon’s throat.

“Return to Hell, Brock,” Phil said calmly. “Go now, and maybe I won’t report this to Nick.”

Brock sneered. He summoned his sword to his side and disappeared without a word. Of course Phil was on first-name terms with the Devil. Of course he was.

“Thank you,” Darcy said. Phil turned to her, smiling tiredly.

“I wasn’t going to let him hurt you,” he said. Then he noticed the cuts on her arms. “Except he already has. Damn it!” He was at her side in an instant, running his hands over the cuts. Only a demon could heal the wounds of a demon’s sword so quickly. Darcy would’ve had a much longer wait if she was treated by angels. And holy water stung like a bitch.

“I knew there was a reason you were my favourite,” she joked.

Phil’s eyes met hers, and Darcy’s amusement dissipated. She waited, breathless, until his lips pressed against hers softly. It was nothing like their usual kisses. Darcy fell into his arms, their swords hitting the ground, and amidst the rubble-strewn street they found what they’d both been longing for.

#agenttaser #fuckyeahdarcylewis

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chichidoodles · 7 years ago

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This is the draft for my story’s intro. It’s a modern fantasy style story, so somethings are a little odd and I’m working out the issues in it.

TW: War mentions, minor violence, similarities to terminal illness? tbh I dunno how to tag this with triggers so if I need to add some please say so!

When the world was new, and torn by a vicious battle for the lands, there was a god of war, who loved a daughter of Death. The war god would send every enemy to the woman who ferried souls to Eterno with a message proclaiming his love to her. The woman payed little mind to this though, choosing instead to focus on her duties. Time passed, the war ended, and the goddess found herself approached by a man claiming himself the god who fancied her. He called himself Talivan, the war god of victory and benefit of war. She introduced herself as Ysmer, goddess of safe passage to the afterlife and a courtship began.

Time passed, they found themselves married and soon enough with a child. The god of nightlight, the stars burning brighter than ever and the sky alight with the aurora of the north and south spreading across the globe on the day he was born. They raised the boy in their small manor, sheltered behind a massive stone wall with the hopes that he could grow up learning only kindness and fairness. Hoping he would be safe from the worst of the world outside. But all that ended when the the outside world came in.

A girl their son's age climbed their wall one day and hid in the garden, eventually found by the little god. His parents only briefly considered sending the girl away, but the site of the child with her ragged clothes, greasy hair, and dirtied skin was enough to allow her to stay. They were gods of War and Death, but they weren't so cruel as to abandon the girl. So the little girl grew up alongside the god, and when they were sixteen, she discovered her magic.

The manor gates were frozen shut, but instead of becoming angry, the gods celebrated it. She was an Ice Mage, one of the few with the power of an ancient god. They taught her how to use her powers, and her dear friend spoke of how she could become his mage on the day they turned eighteen, as his parents had one each. It was a day she looked forward too with excitement.

The girl turned eighteen, her friend a year behind her. She would have to wait another year, but as the time drew closer, another in their manor discovered his powers. A stable boy, with a poor family and sickly sister discovered powers over nature and animals. The young god found himself torn at the news, the choice would be his to make on who of them would become his mage. His long time friend or a boy with almost nothing to his name. He spent the last few months before his eighteenth birthday avoiding them both, the heavy weight to the air around them both making their rivalry clear. Finally, on his eighteenth birthday, the god's kind heart won out and he made his choice.

He chose the stable boy.

His friend would still be welcome to stay, it had always been her home. She would never want for anything like the poor boy he'd chosen over her now wouldn't. Yet she was still upset, choosing to leave her home instead of staying. She had lost her position, the one she was always promised. It felt like a betrayal, and so she left to an unknown place. This upset the young god greatly, and he isolated himself for a while.

Eventually the pain of losing his dear friend faded, and he moved on. He and his mage worked well together and became close friends, closer than most. It was on the night of his twentieth birthday that he finally saw the young woman who he grew up with. She glided through the crowd of gods and humans alike, stopping only once she reached him and his mage.

She smiled a kind smile that sent chills down the god's spine. Not a word left her lips as she stepped back, raising her hand in one swift motion towards his mage. The frosty blue spell circle that appeared was unfamiliar, as was the black ice that shot from it's center towards the other mage. There was no hesitation as the young god dove in front of his mage, the spell landing with such force against his chest that he stumbled backwards, knocking them both down.

The Ice Mage leered down at the two, placing her hand out again only to freeze. The air was twisting, crackling, and the woman barely leapt away from the bolt of lightning that struck where she had just stood. Still, the shear heat burned, and she staggered as she landed. She was soon forced back again as another god came at her, a boom like thunder sounding from the gauntlets he wore. The deafening sound wave knocking her off her feet. She struggled back to her feet, head spinning and ears ringing. The war gods glaring holes through her, their anger radiating from them in literal waves. Behind them came the children of Death, with the ferryman at the forefront, a black blade held tightly in her hands. Knowing she stood no chance against these gods, she turned and fled back to the unknown place she returned from. Many gave chase, but she was soon lost in the storm that had started outside the white clothes she wore blending with the inexplicable snowstorm.

Inside, the young god was helped to his feet. There seemed to be no wound where he had been struck by the spell. It was cold, but that was all, and a healer that was brought declared no lasting damage. The celebration continued and ended as if there had been no as the days wore on and the cold feeling in his chest remained, he began to worry. Still it stayed centered in his chest, and the healers had found nothing physically wrong. "It must be your mind." They would say. "An unknown spell like that may have scared you too badly. It will pass." So he waited and waited, but the cold never left. If anything, it spread. The frigid feeling crawling across his body, wrapping itself around his ribs and creeping down his spine. Spread until his body felt numb. Still, nothing they did showed anything wrong. When the pain started, sharp and heavy and colder than before, he let it be. Surely they would have noticed a physical problem by now. Spells didn't suddenly start working this long after being cast. So he let it be. There was no need to burden others with something that was probably nothing. Even as the pain grew heavier and spread, he told no one. It was nothing, he was fine. But it was noticed, his mage taking his hands one day and saying, "My dear Kyane. You feel so cold."

"I have been cold for a while now. You know this." The god stated, averting his gaze to the ground. "It will pass I'm sure."

There was silence for a moment, then his mage spoke again. "This is more than that. Kyane, I have seen you when you think no one is watching. you clutch at your chest with the most pained expression. Something is wrong."

"Nothing is wrong." Kyane argued weakly, "I would tell you if I thought something was or I would see a healer."

His mage sighed as Kyane pulled his hands away, "If you insist, but if this gets any worse for you, I will tell your parents and we will make you see a healer." The god hesitated briefly, opening his mouth to speak as if to say something. It never came out though, and he walked away. When the coughing started, he tried to hide it. Staying up late into the night and trying to take as deep a breath he could before the next fit struck, accompanied most times by flecks of blood and mucus. The fits became harder to stop, to control. The blood harder to hide as it increased. There was still a weight in his chest, hard and heavy and accompanied by a cutting pain that mad it hard to stomach anything. It was so cold, it burned. Always cold, always numb. Finally it couldn't be hidden anymore. Collapsing to his knees in a coughing fit before his parents and mage. It was too much of everything. Too much blood, too bright, too loud...too cold. the only thing that snapped him back to attention were their alarmed shouts as they pulled his hands from his mouth. and he saw something new. Small black crystals mixed into the blood, and he wondered briefly how they got there as a healer put him to sleep. And that was how they chose too keep him while the healers worked to understand what was happening. A patch of long, jagged, black crystals were removed, only to grow back faster than they started, spreading further than before. It was ice, but no fire could seem to melt it no matter how hot. At least until a young Fire Mage arrived. She told of how she believed the spell to be something from a god, proving it by using her own magic against the ice. It did recede, but grew back once the magic was removed. So the girl made a suggestion. "I will set up a fireproof room for us to place him in. He will just need to be around magic fire, as it is a gift from the lost goddess Peilei. It will not fully stop the spread of this spell alone though, so I will give my body up to become a fire elemental. Doing so should increase my connection with the last of Peilei's magic and halt the spread of this spell. That should buy us some time to find a true solution to this problem." "You mean it won't cure him?" Asked the Death goddess, her voice small and scared. The new mage shook her head sadly. "No. Elementals are not the closest one can get to Peilei's true powers, but what else there is was lost with her. We could find something in the old myths, but for now this is all we have." The woman stated as if the fact were so simple. There was hardly a choice now, so the gods agreed to try the woman's plan. So the Fire Mage gave her body away, and the gods began a desperate search for the strongest link to this ancient goddess' magic. A search that would come to only the young god's closest family still continuing it. To the other gods fleeing the Mid-Realm from unknown assailants. To centuries of false reports and missing history. It was all they could do to keep looking.

#chichi writes

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