#he's just interrupting/mocking Shadow to hurt(annoy) him before Shadow has the chance to actually hurt Sonic with an answer

[theluckygroundhog]

"Say something beautiful and true"? no. these idiots run from that phrase. Wont touch it with a 39 and a half foot pole.

[interstellarflare]

Bend and Break || Homelander

-PART TWO-

Warnings: Gore, violence, course language, angst.

Summary: People can only bend their morales so far before they break. Homelander is the world’s greatest superhero, and you, a tech analyst, somehow become entangled in his world when he learns that you provide intel to The Boys. He makes it his personal mission to find out exactly what you know, but he never expected such resistance from someone as damaged as you. But broken things can be mended, sometimes in the most unexpected ways possible.

Author’s Note: As a bit of a disclaimer, I have only seen snippets of The Boys. I haven’t actually watched all of it, so forgive me if there are some details that are wrong, as well as the many spelling errors that will undoubtedly be in this series. There is a tag list open for those who wish to be added. Gif by @voughtgifs​

|PART ONE|

Homelander was keeping you on edge. It had been a week since his abrupt appearance at your apartment, and you knew that the fucker was watching you every hour of every day. And you knew that he was contemplating the best way to scare the shit out of you. It was only a matter of time.

The bruise on your forearm remained. It had turned a darkish purple, almost black, which you assumed wasn’t a good sign. But you didn’t care. It still hurt like hell, and it annoyed you to have to wear long sleeve shirts everywhere, but what could you do other than hang out at your apartment wondering when the bastard would show up?

Well, get drunk of course.

Pissed beyond comprehension at a nightclub downtown, you were happy to be somewhere else for the night, escaping the fucked up reality that you now lived in. Downing another shot of vodka, you cringed at the now disgusting taste. The room was swaying, the music was too loud, and the sound of people cheering and laughing happily irked you to no end. But you loved it. It was something different, and you were too drunk to care. “Another round~” You slurred, slamming the small glass onto the bar top with a slight hiccup. The bartender winced, approaching you with a calm expression. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but we can’t serve you anymore, you’ve had too much to drink” he explained, shouting to be heard over the loud music. As you opened your mouth to respond, the crowd behind you began to cheer ecstatically. You sluggishly turned to see what all the commotion was about, feeling your buzz suddenly disappear, slamming you back into a state of mild sobriety as the crowd chanted a chorus of ‘Homelander! Homelander! Homelander!’.

You turned to face the bartender, leaning against the bar top as you slurred “Please, please just one more. I won’t tell anyone”. Hesitantly, the bartender obliged. He handed you one last shot glass, and cringed as you downed the vodka greedily. Just you placed the glass down before you, a shadow loomed over you to your right, the stupid blue suit and American flag cape obscuring your view. “Out of all the places I could find you, I find you here” Homelander shouted, leaning on his elbow against the bar with a taunting smirk. “Fuck off, I was having fun” You snapped in return, feeling a surge of happiness swell inside your chest as Homelander’s expression contorted into one of pure bewilderment. This was only your second meeting, and you had a horrifying feeling that drunk you would likely get you killed. But that small sober part of you was glad that drunk you would say what sober you couldn’t.

Homelander’s eyes narrowed, watching on in annoyance as you abruptly stood up from your seat from the bar. Tipping the bartender for his amazing service, you left the superhero behind and disappeared into the crowd, silently hoping that you would lose him as you left the nightclub. As you stepped outside into the cool night air, you sighed heavily in a mixture of frustration and content. A few moments of silence was all you could savour, as the door to the nightclub opened once more for Homelander to step out onto the street. You could hear his footsteps close behind you as you did your best to put some distance between the two fo you, though it didn’t help that you stumbled occasionally on raised parts of the pavement. “I have to ask, what are you doing here?” Homelander questioned, suddenly appearing in front of you and standing tall with his hands braced on his hips. You groaned, pushing past him as you could see your car down the street “When one has their life threatened by a supposedly beloved superhero, and their life has completely gone to shit, then I think I have a right to have a few moments of self loathing don’t you think?” you retorted, ignoring his scoff as you managed to fish your car keys out of the pocket of your jacket.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Homelander questioned, his tone of voice suddenly changing from cocky and sarcastic to concerned. You rolled your eyes, spinning clumsily to face him whilst throwing your arms out in exasperation “I’m going home, do you have any objections?”. Homelander’s eyes narrowed, his gaze flickering between you, your car, and the keys in your hands. As he stepped towards you, you stepped back, challenging him with a lopsided smirk. You could tell he was growing frustrated with your behaviour, and you enjoyed pissing him off so much. “You’re too drunk to drive-” “My buzz died when you entered the nightclub, so I think I’m sober enough to drive home....” you interrupted, bracing your hands on your hips and mocking his so-called heroic stance “and if I happen to die whilst driving home, it’s not your problem right?”.

Homelander’s expression changed into a deadly glare, his eyes glowing a faint red in anger. He stepped towards you, so close now that you stumbled back against the side of your car with a small yelp. His jaw clenched as he spoke “It is my problem, because you are the only chance I have to find Butcher. If you die, I have to start all over again, and I’d rather not to that”. “Oh, that’s such an inconvenience...” You responded sarcastically, lightly pushing the bastard away from you and turning back to face your car “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m done talking to you and I just want to go home”. Before you could even manage to unlock you vehicle, the keys were snatched from your hand, and you were suddenly lifted up into the supposed hero’s arms. You screamed, thrashing around in his grip. “Put me down you fucking arsehole!” You cried, hitting your hands against his chest whilst completely oblivious to your surroundings.

Homelander stared down at you with a cocky grin, tilting his head to the side with a small shrug of his shoulders before responding “Very well, if you insist”. And then suddenly, you were falling. You barely had enough time to scream, as Homelander’s form in the sky grew smaller and smaller. The wind blew your hair in all directions, and all you could do was gasp as the ground rushed up to meet you. You closed your eyes, bracing for the painful impact before you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your form. You shrieked, opening your eyes to loud and obnoxious laughter as your found yourself in Homelander’s arms again. Hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held yourself closer to him, out of fear that he would drop you again. You buried your head into his chest, not wanting to watch the world fly by as Homelander flew to your apartment. If you weren’t sober before, you definitely were now. Your heart thundered in your chest, and as Homelander gently set you down on the rooftop of your apartment complex, you leapt from his arms and collapsed to your knees. Your stomach churned angrily, the sick feeling growing more intense, and the alcohol didn’t help.

You could feel Homelander’s stare boring into your skull as you grovelled on the ground, as you tried to stop the world from spinning. Eventually, you managed to stand to you feet, bracing your hands on your knees as you swallowed thickly. You could feel the hero’s presence behind you, “There, that wasn’t so hard was-”

Crack!

Homelander stumbled backward as your clenched fist connected with his jaw. His mouth fell agape in shock, his eyes wide in stupor. As his gaze met yours, you stepped forward and pointed an accusing finger at his chest. Your eyes narrowed, practically seething with rage as you growled “Don’t you ever fucking do that again, ever”. Time suddenly slowed down as you realised what had just happened. You had punched him. You had punched Homelander, The World’s Greatest Superhero. “Oh fuck...” you mumbled, ignoring the throbbing pain coursing through your hand. You stood in horrified silence, as the man before you rubbed his jaw in surprise whilst an amused chuckle. If he said anything, you didn’t hear it, as you fled inside the complex and down to your apartment. Once you got inside, you locked the door, not that it would help much, and made a beeline for the small kitchen. You found a bottle of bourbon, half of its contents already gone, but you drank from it anyway. The amber liquid left a pleasant burning sensation at the back of your throat, but your true aim was to get your buzz back. It was better to be numb to everything if Homelander followed you downstairs. 

Whilst punching him in the face seemed like a good idea and an impressive feat, you were certainly regretting it. You downed the rest of the alcohol that remained and turned back to face your living room, a shocked scream leaving your lips. Homelander stood in the centre of the room, his arms folded across his chest as his expression formed a dangerous scowl. “How the fuck did you get in here!?” You exclaimed loudly, your eyes narrowing harshly whilst your grip tightened around the neck of the empty bourbon bottle. The bastard’s expression didn’t change as he responded “Your window is unlocked, you should probably fix that-” “Who the fuck is going to climb down the fire escape to the fifth floor to kill me!? You can fly, so you cheated”. The room fell into a heavy silence as you ran a stressed hand through your hair, your (eye/colour) eyes never leaving his own blue hues. You took a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart as the blue-clad tyrant approached, but it did you no good.

“Look, I’m sorry I punched you. Actually, no I’m not, you deserved it. But if you’ve decided to kill me now then go ahead and do it. But I’m letting you know that I have done everything you’ve asked. No one knows that you’re here, I haven’t told anyone that you’re practically using me as a hostage. The Boys don’t know anything about your random unscheduled visits, so do whatever you want-”

You froze mid-sentence as Homelander’s eyes began to glow, the red hue increasing in brightness. For a brief second, you thought that this was it. That The World’s Greatest Superhero was going to lazer you into oblivion. You tried not flinch as his gaze moved away from you at the last second, instead directed towards the kitchen island bench. You watched on in dread as your phone completely melted into nothing, the intense heat of his heat vision obliterating the metal mass into nothing. As Homelander approached, you didn’t meet his gaze. You could tell that the fucker was revelling in your fear, as he stood only inches away from you. “Next time, that will be you. Maybe you’ll think twice about punching The World’s Greatest Superhero, hm?” he taunted, before disappearing from your view. When you looked up, he was gone. The window to the fire escape was open, the only sign that Homelander had been here aside from the smouldering hole in your island bench.

You sighed heavily, blinking away the tears in your eyes as you trudged into you bedroom. All you wanted to do now was sleep, and forget about everything that had happened. There would be one hell of a hangover in the morning, but you hoped that it would give you something else to worry about than a mad superhero tyrant. 

[sebthesnipe]

A Very Patton Christmas

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To @gilby-the-geek-girl for being the best friend a person could ask for. For without whom my writing would be riddled with errors and inconsistency, and whose gift of friendship has been the greatest thing to happen to me in a very long time. While I know you’ve read this (cuz you beta for me like the boss bitch you are) I still hope that you know that it was written with love for you. (I really don’t have time to write for anyone else XP) One day I hope you’ll have a friend at least half as good as you are (because we both no I ain’t it XP) I hope your Hanukkah wasn’t a miserable one and that you Christmas is the highlight of your 2020 (because we both know there isn’t much competition).  Prompt: Explain why Patton’s Sweater this year is so damn ugly.

Patton shifted under the mountainous pile of blankets atop him. It was early, or rather… late? He hadn’t really slept. How could he?! His favorite day of the year was here! Well, it would be.

He shifted again, this time wiggling towards where he thought one of the blankets ended and poked his head out to look at his frog shaped Wisoee alarm clock. Its dim light smiled at him reading 3:37 AM.

He held back a squeal as he ducked back into this warm cave of comforters. He couldn’t watch the clock.

A watched pot never boils,he reminded himself.

He went over the day’s schedule in his head:

Logan would already be awake and emerge at precisely 4:00 AM, as he always did. Today though, was the only day out of the year the Logan broke his (otherwise) usual routine.

Logan would skip his usual jog, replacing his gray sweats for the pajamas Patton had bought him for his birthday (a blue plaid pair of pants and a grey tee  with the text ‘Wash your hands. Wear a mask. Vote.’ printed on the front) At which point, he would make his way to the kitchen where he would start a pot of coffee for himself, Virgil, and Janus.

That would be where Patton, came in!

Patton would already be in the kitchen to start his homemade hot chocolate for himself, Roman, and Remus (With Logan’s help of course. He didn’t want another incident like the baking fiasco from a few months ago).

By the time they finished, Roman would be up, no doubt singing everyone into wakefulness. Then it would be time for hot cocoa and presents!

Patton got them all Christmas sweaters just like he did every year! He loved picking them out for each of his friends and watching them all spread out in the living room, all snug and cozy to watch their usual Christmas movie marathon!

They always let Patton pick the first movie, but there were so many good ones he usually couldn’t choose! Logan would probably chime in with the Nutcracker, not because he was a fan but because it was the only Christmas movie Roman and Remus agreed on, making  it the popular choice.

Then it would be Logan’s actual turn. He usually chose The Polar Express. Patton was pretty sure he only chose it because there were really only two Christmas movies based on books and Janus always chose A Christmas Carol. That and because Patton really liked it!

Then came Janus and finally Virgil, who was Jewish and didn’t have personal stock in Christmas, but participated for the others (which was another reason he was Patton’s favorite ,not that he’d ever admit it). Virgil always wanted to watch Die Hard, but knew Patton didn’t care for the violence much, so he usually settled for Rudolf, which warmed the fatherly figure’s heart to no end (Which was probably why Patton had bought him the collector’s edition box set of the movie). During the previous year’s viewing of the movie Virgil and Logan ended up in a discussion regarding how the song Rudolf the Rednosed Reindeer was (according to Virgil) one of the only times a big corporation did what was right. Patton usually tried to follow this kind of discussion, but he usually got lost when Logan started in about percentages and underpaid artists. It just really hurt his little heart to know so many talented people out there were struggling.

The movies, as a matter of fact, were why Patton chose the sweaters he did for them this year! Each of his friends would be gifted a sweater to mirror each of their favorite Christmas movies! (Die Hard being the exception of course!)

After all that, the group would settle in for-

The alarm clock croaked loudly, signaling the arrival of 3:45 AM.

Patton’s previous thoughts evaporated into excitement as he attempted scramble from the mass of comforters, reaching to shut off the alarm.

His leg tangled in one of the large downeys and he hit the ground with a heavy thud. He paid no mind to his bruised ribs as he wrestled himself from its grasp, smacking the flashing frog to silence it.

A moment later he threw open his door, intent for the stairs.

He never made it though. At least, not at first…

Something was off.

He paused in the hallway, skin prickling at the coolness of the air.

He had only made it a few feet when he noticed it.

Roman’s door was ajar, the dark shadows of his messy room an indication of his absence…

Remus’ too. Though it was only slightly. Patton noticed the smell more than the sight.

Was everyone up before him?

He moved towards Virgil’s room, giving a soft knock before shouldering open the door.

“Hey, Kiddo. You up?” He whispered softly before noticing the unmade empty bed.

“And what would you know?!” the ‘kiddo’-in-question’s voice came in a harsh snap, drifting up from the living room.

“Keep your voice down!” Janus’ own snapped back, matching Virgil’s volume though the tone was a mock attempt at a whisper in his tone.

Patton inched closer, concern playing on his features as he flattened himself against the wall at the top of the stairs. He certainly didn’t want to intrude on his friends’ conversation, but there was obviously something was wrong.

“Bite me, snake boy!” Virgil snapped in return, though his voice was lowered.

“Don’t tempt me,” Janus hissed.

“Wait! Let me get the camera! Pics or it didn’t happen!” Remus’ voice came in a giddy giggle. “Okay, make sure you draw blood.”

“Gross,” Virgil huffed, heat gone.

“As much as I hate to admit it, Stormcloud, I think Ser Lies-a-lot is right,” Roman sighed softly. 

“You can’t be serious!” Virgil grumbled. 

“I believe he is,” Logan’s calm voice interrupted. “Statistically speaking, twenty three percent of christmas gifts in America in a given year are unwanted but kept.”

“That’s reassuring,” Virgil growled. 

“I wasn’t finished,” Logan retorted. “Given that statistic, along with the fact that individuals are more likely to gift items they like themselves, and factoring in the number of gifts we’ve received over the years. That paired with the fact that it was commissioned from an independent artist, supporting their work directly: I would say that there is a ninety-two point six five present chance that Patton will find the gift quite adequate.”

“Did you really just do all that in your head?” Janus asked curiously. 

“Actually, no,” Logan admitted. “I calculated the odds when the idea was brought up months ago, as I do with each of your christmas gifts.”

“Is that why I got socks last year?” Remus chirped. 

“Yes, well… I found that the other options would cause unease with the others,” Logan clarified.

“Boring!” 

“Don’t worry Remus, he didn’t get you a dissection kit this year to make up for it,” Janus commented sarcastically.

“What?!” Roman spat as Remus gasped excitedly. 

“I’m not even sure how you know that,” Logan sighed, probably straightening his glasses like he usually did when something annoyed him. “And I’m not sure I care to know.”

“We’re getting side tracked. He’ll be up any minute,” Virgil interrupted once more. “The fact is, it’s one of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen and it’s too late not to give it to him.”

“I like it!” Remus argued.

“See!” Virgil huffed, using Remus’ opinion as evidence to the validity of his statement. 

“Ugh, maybe he has a point Teach,” Roman agreed. “I could put together a card for us to sign instead?”

“No, it’s too late for that, beside I am certain this is all an overstated concern.” Logan countered.

“Perhaps, a vote wouldn’t be appropriate?” Janus offered. 

“I agree, all in favor of giving Patton the gift we already agreed upon?” Logan asked. 

There was silence as Patton assumed a few of the boys raised their hands. 

“All opposed?” He continued.

“Remus you can’t vote twice!” Roman snapped. 

“You’re no fun!” Remus whined. “I’ll stick with J-anus then!”

“Please, continue to call me that. I just love it,” Janus deadpanned. 

“The ayes have it then,” Logan decided. 

“What eyes?” Remus chirped excitedly, but no one paid him any mind. 

“Roman, if you would be so kind as to finish wrapping the gift, I have a pot of coffee to finish,” Logan dismissed.

“I have some extra ribbon in my room. Want to help, Stormcloud?” Roman asked, making Patton tense as they headed his way. 

He didn’t wait for V to answer as Patton hurried back to his room and closed the door softly behind him. 

He really shouldn’t have eavesdropped. 

Guilt filled him as he leaned against the frame, processing everything that had been said. 

The group had never agreed on a gift for Patton. Usually Logan and Roman were the only two to get him anything and they just included the others’ names on the presents (not that Patton ever called them out on it. Why would he?). Patton didn’t mind of course, he knew they had trouble buying for him.

Logan usually got him a new hoodie or something practical like a flamingo pen, or oven mitts (though those usually only lasted about a week before Patton caught them on fire or melted them!). Roman always made him something, like the card he had mentioned, and just had the others sign it. Patton didn’t mind of course, he loved everything they gave him. It was the thought that warmed him! Even the fact that Remus refrained from his usual off the wall habits to try and make Patton more comfortable meant the world to him.

The fact that the group was so torn over his opinion broke his heart. How could they think that? What had he done to put that doubt in their mind? He had to do better! Whatever it was, he would show he loved it more than anything they had ever gotten him before.

His brows furrowed in determination. 

This would be their year!

He took a moment to gather himself before plastering on a smile and throwing open the door once more, running straight into a surprised Logan. 

Logan gave a small grunt as Patton bumped him, the mug of hot cocoa sloshing over and onto his hand. 

“Oh goodness!” Patton gasped in shock, “I’m so sorry Lo’! Are you alright?” The smaller man hurriedly took the mug from his friend’s hand and set it on the small table next to the door, frantically searching for something to clean up the mess. 

“I’m fine, Patton,” Logan reassured, producing a blue handkerchief from his pant pocket and wiping the warm liquid off his hand. Leave it to Logan to have his handkerchief with him despite wearing pajamas. “I made sure the liquid was at an acceptable temperature for this exact reason.”

“Oh! I hope I didn’t ruin your new PJs!” Patton cried, already pushing Logan’s arms up to examine the flannel. 

There wasn’t a stain to be found. Logan arched a brow as he waited for Patton to satisfy his need for the inspection before sighing. 

“Truly, Patton, I’m fine. Are you?” Logan asked, his neutral expression turning to one of concern. 

“What?” Patton hummed, glancing up to meet the taller man’s eyes. “Of course! I wasn’t the one holding the cup!” 

“I wasn’t referring to the cocoa,” Logan pointed out, lowering his arms. “It’s 4:17. It isn’t like you to be so unpunctual on Christmas day.” 

“Oh…” Patton whispered, lowering his gaze in shame. Should he tell him? It wasn’t right to keep secrets. Would he be upset if he found out Patton had been eavesdropping? No… Today was their day… He wouldn’t do anything to upset them. “No. I’m fine!” Patton reassured, suddenly as chipper as ever as he offered out a smile. 

Logan eyed him suspiciously, but seemed to wearily accept the answer. 

“Well, I thought your traditional cup of cocoa would help if anything were amiss,” Logan nodded towards the cup, bringing Patton’s attention to it once more. 

Logan had made it without him? 

Patton could feel the mask around his heart start to crack a little as his stomach sank. He supposed it made sense that Logan wouldn’t really need him to make it… Still, that was Patton and Logan’s Christmas tradition… It hurt that he had been left out of it. 

“Aw! Thank you Logan!” Patton forced out in his preening voice as if nothing was wrong. 

This was their day, not his. 

“That’s so sweet!” He added, collecting the mug and taking a small sip. Somehow it didn’t taste as good as it usually did. 

“You’re very welcome, Patton,” Logan replied with a small tilt of his lips. 

His crooked smile also seemed to soften his features; Patton loved that about him. It made his sudden disappointment worth it. 

“I know we usually have a schedule for the holiday, but…” Logan paused as if he were nervous. What an odd look for the scholar. “Well, the others requested a change in plans.”

Patton’s heart sank. What kind of change? Did they not like the way they usually celebrated Christmas? Why hadn’t they told him? Was his idea of Christmas really so one sided? How had he not noticed this before? Was that why Logan was so nervous?

No… It didn’t matter. This was their day, not his.

“What kind of change, kiddo? I’m sure whatever it is will be great! It’s Christmas after all!” Patton responded, despite the way his stomach knotted. 

“Well,” Logan began, stepping aside. “Perhaps it would be best if they explained it.”

Patton hesitated before nodding taking the lead as they walked down the hall. What if they didn’t want to do hot cocoa and movies any more? What if they didn’t want to celebrate Christmas at all?! Was that why they came together for a gift? To appease Patton? They were all getting older and it wasn’t as if they had children. Maybe they felt like Christmas wasn’t for adults…

That was ridiculous, Patton knew that. But still…

He headed down the stairs, a smile still glued to his lips as he caught sight of Remus and Janus whispering over a small box. 

“I told you, it's for you!” Janus hissed at the mustached man next to him, fending him off the plain white box in his hands. 

“I helped pick them out! I should be allowed first dib-” Remus cut himself off as Janus elbowed him in the ribs pulling his attention up to Patton, just as he took the last step on the landing. 

“I didn’t lick them, I swear!” Remus called out, smiling broadly in his stained Oscar the Grouch onesie. “Okay maybe a few.”

Janus rolled his eyes, dressed in his usual suit and hat, not bothering with a comment. 

“Good Morning, Patton, slept horribly I hope?” Janus asked pleasantly. 

“Hey, kiddos. You’re up early,” Patton offered, feeling more uneasy than ever; something that must have shown because at that moment Logan leaned down to whisper in the smaller man’s ear. 

“Are you sure you are alright Patton?” he asked softly. “If you’re not feeling well then perhaps you should rest. I’m sure we can put this off unti-”

“Hola, Padre!” Roman’s voice came,  cutting off Logan’s words. 

Patton glanced up at the two figures standing at the top of the stairs. Roman, straight backed, hands behind him as he stood tall in his prince pajamas; Virgil behind him, using him to practically hide his small form, dressed in his Jack Skeleton onesie. 

“Roman, Virgil! You’re up already! This is a surprise!” Patton feigned excitement.

“Definitely a Christmas miracle,” Janus sighed. 

No one paid the comment any mind as Roman hurried down the stairs. Grin wide.

“Well this is a special day, Padre!” Roman explained as Virgil followed after, rolling his eyes. 

“Bah-Humbug,” the black and white clad man grumbled in response. Though it may have been Patton’s imagination, but Virgil's eyeshadow looked a few shades lighter than usual. 

“Feliz Navidad Patton! Merry Christmas!”Roman sang, producing the present from behind his back and offering it out. 

Patton’s heart skipped a beat, hesitating as he glanced around the room at each of his friends. They all looked so nervous… Even Janus. 

His attention went back to the gift being presented. It was a decent sized package with rainbow wrapping paper, black and white striped ribbon, and a green and blue bow that sat just above a small yellow tag that read ‘To: Janus From: Patton’.

Despite Patton’s dread and apprehension, he couldn’t help but smile at the packaging. They had even come together on the wrapping. It was very sweet. 

He glanced up at Roman who nodded eagerly, indicating that Patton was welcome to it. 

“You guys! You didn’t have to do all this!” He whispered in awe, voice cracking as tears began filling his eyes.

No matter what happened, Patton was awed by the fact that the boys went to so much trouble for him. They had come together for him. It didn’t matter if they were too old for Christmas!

He tugged at the ribbon, finding it firmly in place, before turning it over and trying again. After flipping it once more he heard Logan give a small chuckle. 

“May I?” his soft calm voice came. Patton nodded, handing over the package to Logan and wiping away a tear he felt rolling down his cheek. 

Logan’s nimble fingers loosened the bow and the surrounding ribbon, careful not to ruin them (he knew Patton loved to keep them and hang them above his mirror to admire later). Logan set the ribbon aside before handing the package back to the smaller man.

“Thank you,” Patton murmured weakly, gently tearing the wrapping to slide the sleek white box from inside. 

“This is worse than waiting for a magnet you swallowed to come out the other end!” Remus chimed in excitedly. 

“Ugh! Does he really have to be here?!” Roman whined, causing Patton’s grin to turn genuine.

The momentary distraction had him feeling a bit better as he slid a nail under the lid of the box, breaking the tape there and pulling open the lid. 

Wrapped loosely in a thin tissue paper lay a DVD copy of The Shop Around the Corner, a mug that, when you sip it, makes the drinker look like the bottom half of their face belongs to a puppy, and some kind of knitted fabric.

“Ah! You guys!!!” Patton squealed, tears beginning to fall as he collected the mug and movie, setting them aside and pulling out the sweater to get a better look at it. 

The light blue knitted midsection was covered in what, he assumed, was supposed to be some kind of icing pattern? Or perhaps whipped cream? Lace? He wasn’t sure. There was also a brown bow tie that was maybe supposed to be chocolate? Down the center was a line of pink chocolate chip cookie buttons. The bright pink sleeves had much of the same design though instead of pink cookies they were light blue.

It may have been the ugliest excuse of a sweater Patton had ever seen.

Silence fell in the rooms everyone waited for Patton’s reaction. 

“We know it’s not as good as the ones you get us,” Virgil chimed in nervously. “But we thought that maybe you’d like one of your own?” 

“The mug, of course, is so you won’t have to make so many trips for more cocoa,” Logan added with a soft smile. “I thought the others would like to help us make the rest after you change, of course. If you’d like.”

“The rest?” Patton asked, breath hitching as the tears threatened to fall. “You mean… You didn’t make it without me?” He sniffled.

“What?” Logan blinked in surprise. “Of course not, Patton. Making hot chocolate for everyone is a tradition I enjoy spending with you. I would never-”

“Well, it's just… you brought the mug up… So, I thought…” Patton let his voice fade as he watched understanding flash over Logan’s features.

“I was worried there might be something wrong. I thought waking you with your own mug would be a nice surprise.” Logan explained. “I apologize if I gave the wrong impression, Patton. I only made the one mug. I know you find a great deal of happiness in our customary time in the kitchen. I would not want to take that from you.”

“But…” Patton murmured, eyes shifting to the others. “Everyone’s already awake… And you were all together… I don’t want to impose on-”

“¡Espera! ¡Espéra! ¡Espéra!” Roman interrupted, looking both surprised and concerned. “I did not wake up far before my beauty rest was done to hear this slander especially from Mr. Spirit of Christmas, himself! Patton, with you there is no Christmas.”

“Roman is right, Patton,” Virgil shrugged, shrinking a bit lower into his hood. “I certainly wouldn’t be celebrating and we definitely wouldn’t have come together to get you the gifts. 

“I know Shop Around the Corner isn’t usually on our Christmas Merry Marathon list, but you never really get to pick a movie and I know it’s your favorite,” Roman pitched in. “At least, that's what Janus claims.”

“I totally didn’t check your browsing history,” Janus shrugged.

“And I edited the email to the artist!” Remus added proudly.

“That… explains a lot,” Logan whispered under his breath softly.

“We also didn’t bring you cookies from that bakery you hate.” Janus stated, setting the box he had been holding down on the small table next to him. 

Patton was silent throughout the exchange, burying his face into the soft fabric as he began to shake silently with his sobs. 

“I told you he wouldn’t like it!” Virgil cried desperately.

“No!” Patton responded, voice breaking. “I love it! I love all of it!” He dropped his hands just enough to rush forward, wrapping both Virgil and Roman into a great big hug. “Thank you so much! It’s perfect!” 

Roman gave a boisterous laugh, returning the hug as Virgil couldn’t help but smile; both grunting as Remus piled atop them. 

Logan approached, resting a hand on Patton’s shoulders in reassurance. 

“Well, this is certainly a disgusting sight,” Janus sighed, though he was grinning as well. 

“I love you guys so much!” Patton laughed, the weight on his heart lifting to the point of forgetfulness. How could he have ever thought these men didn’t need him or wouldn’t want to spend Christmas with him. They were his family!

“Is it just me or is this oddly arousing?” Remus purred.

“Ugh!” Roman and Virgil both scoffed at once, shoving the rank smelling man away from them. 

“Why do you have to ruin everything?!” Roman growled, dragging his brother away.

Patton didn’t mind the outburst, however, far too busy hurrying up the stairs to change so they could get their Best Christmas EVER underway…

The End...

[goldenponcho]

A Cruise Fit for a King Chapter 6

Here’s where we finally meet the OC, the design of whom can be found here.

Previous | Chapter 1

Hugo heard the voice clearly. A child’s voice; one that was so familiar, yet he couldn’t begin to fathom who it belonged to. He peered into the corner of the burrow lab; the voice’s owner was there.

“Worse than before, this time.”

He tried hard to focus on the figure in front of him, but as soon as something recognizable started to form, it was sunken back into the shadows and reformed as something else.

“She wants to do something horrible to me.

“To both of us…”

He had heard this before. Hugo stared hard at where the blurred form stood, and though he couldn’t see their face, he knew that he knew them. Knew HER. Another mute. A child mute like him. He WAS a child, wasn’t he?

He opened his mouth, and sure enough, what came out was the much lighter voice of a juvenile mute, “We won’t let her hurt us. We’re getting out of here, and Lio said you’ll be coming too.”

“What if she finds out before then?! She screams at me to talk to her. She shakes my cage to make me speak…one day, something’s gonna slip out…”

Hugo felt a tightness in his chest. He had heard this before. Had this very conversation with this very mute.

“You’ve been so brave already,” he felt soft fur beneath his hands, “You just have to hold out a little longer, C2.”

Hugo felt his stomach churn, and the scene lurched and swirled around him, then he felt like he was being sucked through a funnel much too small for him to fit through. He tried to move his limbs, but they wouldn’t budge. A foul smell invaded his nostrils, and he tasted the bitterness on his tongue. A light pierced his eyelids before he realized that his eyes had been closed.

But he couldn’t open them. He couldn’t move. He tried to scream, but he couldn’t even open his mouth.

“Good! You’re not dead!”

He heard the voice over him, felt a presence next to him. He strained to move and managing a twitch, felt something rough under his head and heard a whine escape his throat.

“Easy, bud! Take it easy.”

There was a hand on his shoulder, barely pressing, and he felt himself calm.

“You passed out…but you’re safe now. We’re away from the lake.”

Hugo was finally able to pry his eyelids open, but he immediately regretted it as the sunlight assaulted his retinas, and he released an involuntary groan.

His eyes were relieved of the sunlight as a figure leaned into his vision, but he yelped at the sight of it. The creature that loomed above him wore a hooded cloak with what must have been a gas mask over its nose and dark, red glasses that hid the eyes. The only thing he could make out behind them was pale yellow and purple-gray fur with a few dark spots scattered across the tops of the cheeks.

“You alright, pal?”

Hugo’s chest heaved as he sat up, “I…I-I think so…”

“Good…then I don’t have to feel bad about telling you what a dumbass you must be for trying to walk right into a sulfuric acid lake.”

Hugo groaned again at the realization that though this mute had been kind enough to save his life, she wasn’t exactly any less rude than the others, “EXCUSE me! But is there anyone on this miserable archipelago with any resemblance of MANNERS?!”

The mute crossed her arms across her chest, “No, I haven’t met any.”

Hugo grumbled as he wobbled onto his feet.

The cloaked mute chuckled, “Sorry, but you should have seen yourself! You were cackling like a maniac and running like you were gonna dive in head first. If you had managed to make it far enough for that, there wouldn’t have been anything left of you but your cuff links.”

Hugo’s shoulders slumped with a sigh and was about to ask for further assistance, but he was interrupted.

“Welp! If ya don’t feel like you’re about to suffocate to death, I’m gonna head on out.” She adjusted something at her shoulder hidden in the folds of her cloak, which must have been the strap to the tank he could now see on her back that the hose of her mask attached to. “So, in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.”

“Wait!” Before Hugo realized he had moved, his hand was on her arm, and he quickly realized that it was somewhat uncomfortable speaking to someone whose only emotional tell was their eyebrows. At least they were rather bushy and prominent…

“I was hoping to find a spot of help. I’m trying to get back across the ocean…where I came from, and my boat has unfortunately been commandeered by some rather nasty mutes. I need shells to get it back, and I’m more than willing to work for them, so if there’s anything I can-”

“I wouldn’t have any shells; I’m a land mute,” she explained with a small laugh, “See, shells are sea dweller currency; they only use it along the beach and in the reef. And unfortunately, they don’t care too much for me over there, so…”

Hugo chuffed, “Well, there MUST be some way for me to return home…perhaps another boat…”

The cloaked mute shook her head, “Any boats left are a part of that trash wall…or belong to mutes you definitely don’t wanna mess with.”

Hugo felt panic setting in. He felt hot. “W-well…do you at least have a place I could stay for the night? I’ve been awake for…thirty six hours now?! If I have to go ANOTHER hour of consciousness, I think I might LOSE it.”

Her eyebrows were now raised in a clear expression of concern, whether for Hugo’s sanity or her own well being, “Well…you could try the Boogie Bonobos just five miles north. They’re…PRETTY intense but hospitable. They’ll be happy to help a fellow primate.”

Hugo’s breath came quicker at the thought of walking another five miles. He wiped his forehead then stared at the pink sweat on his hand. He glanced from beneath a lowered brow, “But you’re a primate too.”

The female mute stiffened visibly, “I…what?”

“You’re a mandrill like me,” he smirked at the realization that she hadn’t wanted him to know, and grasped his hands behind his back, “I saw the colors on your nose before I blacked out. You have an unusual pattern on your legs for one, but there’s no other mammal with a muzzle these colors.” He tapped his own nose for emphasis, “Now if this place is so fond of sticking to one’s own kind…well…I can’t get any closer than you. And I know a mute with resources when I see one.”

She sighed steadily, straightening herself as she seemed to regain confidence, “I work alone, and that’s for the best for both of us. And you didn’t see what you thought you saw.”

Hugo chuckled heartily wagging a finger, old deviousness habitually seeping into his voice, “Don’t you try gaslighting me; I’m quite familiar with the tactic.”

The masked mute seemed unreactive until she through her hands up, “Alright, fine!” She reached up to place both hands at the sides of her gas mask and removed it, revealing the ridged, red and blue muzzle he knew he had seen. It wasn’t as bright as his, the red was a bit more on the orange side and the blue was lighter, which could easily be chalked up to sexual dimorphism, as could her significantly less stocky build.

“Ya got me…” she tilted her head in mock amusement, “But it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t help you.”

Hugo, while still annoyed, almost delighted in the challenge as he smiled, “Have you ever met another mandrill before?”

“No. Congrats, you’re the first!”

Good, Hugo thought as he lifted his hand. “Do you have anything like this?”

She leaned only a bit closer, and Hugo had to force himself not to flick his hand and cover her in his pheromones. It was only a threat; he would keep his promise to Kipo.

“Pink sweat? No, I don’t think so.”

“I thought perhaps not,” he smirked, “It just so happens that this sweat contains a rather concentrated portion of pheromones that when met with the skin of another primate, allows me to control their every move for a time. So…” he swiped a hand to his forehead again, picking up more sweat, “…if you refuse to lend a helping hand, I’ll have to TAKE it instead.” He held his hand at eye level in a position to flick the pink liquid directly into the other mute’s face. “Do we have an understanding?”

The cloaked mute remained silent for a moment before a quite laughter escaped her lips that crescendoed into a genuine belly laugh. Had Hugo not been so taken aback, he would have thought more about how familiar it seemed. He quite liked that laugh.

“That’s rich! Are you being serious right now? Seriously! I can’t tell! You’re a GREAT actor!”

Hugo wavered for only a moment before puffing out his chest, “Serious as a heart attack…”

The female mute’s laughter calmed but her mouth still twitched with mirth, “Don’t you know what pheromones are for?! They might have a mind control effect of a sort on a female mandrill, but it’s not the kind YOU’RE thinking, I PROMISE.”

He swiveled his jaw, ignoring the heat rising in his cheeks, “Fine! Why don’t we just test it out, then?”

He stepped closer, placing his readied hand directly in front of her nose. She arched a dark brow but didn’t move otherwise.

“Last chance to willingly comply.”

Her mouth formed a straight line, and she gave a shallow shake of her head.

“Alright! I’m going to do it now!”

Both brows raised now, she gave a shake of her head in the affirmative with a stiff smile.

Hugo gritted his teeth, sorely tempted to actually do it but holding out for the empty threat to somehow work. Finally, though, he jerked his hand down to his side with an offended huff.

“Called your bluff,” she pointed a mocking, gloved finger.

“I wasn’t bluff-” he gave a start, “Ok, it WAS a bluff, but my pheromones DO control other primates!” He placed his fists moodily onto his hips, “I just promised someone I wouldn’t use it!”

“Sure…”

Hugo pouted, “I did! It’s a gentleman’s oath that I made to someone very important to me.”

“Why would you promise someone not to use something as useful as that?”

He glared, “Because supposedly controlling someone’s mind is “wrong”,” he finger quoted the word, “and I value their opinions very much.”

She seemed to consider this before shrugging, “Shame…I was honestly curious how that would go…” she sighed, “Alright…come on.”

Hugo blinked, “Y…you’re letting me come with you?”

“YEAH,” she seemed a bit disappointed with her own decision, “Just cause you’re coming across like such a pathetic, sad, little monkey…”

His shoulders sloped before following her, “Oh, thanks…”

“AND,” she spun around to walk backwards facing him, “because I’m a VERY good judge of character, and you’re a decent mute.”

“I’M a decent mute?” his eyes shifted, “You ARE still speaking about me, right?”

Her mouth cracked into a smile, a real one this time, and she spun again to face forward. He felt heat in his head again, and he shook it abruptly.

“What’s your name?”

Hugo was surprised that he hadn’t thought to ask her the same question much sooner. “Scarle-” he stopped, realizing what he was about to say, “…Hugo. Hugo Oak.”

“Woah! A first AND a last name? Guess I should have figured with the fancy Rococo period threads.”

Hugo felt a leap in his chest, “You recognize them?”

“I like documentaries… Mine’s Cai, by the way; picked it myself.”

“Cai…” he tested it, musing on how big a flip in tone this interaction had made.

They approached an old, very well used pickup truck, “This is our ride.”

Hugo sighed in deep relief, “Splendid! I don’t think I could walk another inch.” He reached for the passenger’s side handle to find it locked.

“Hang on. That one only opens from the inside,” she hopped in her side, and leaned to pop his door open.

He settled in, realizing that he had never actually ridden in a normally functioning car.

“Buckle up, Buttercup.”

Hugo wasn’t given the time to do this as the engine roared, and he yelped when Cai peeled out into the forest.

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Pure Blood 3 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

A/N: I am sorry that this chapter is so short, BUT something big is coming. And I also want to give a notice, as you already realized, I stink to update on Wednesday, so I can't promise to update one day, but if I can promise that I will update often, thanks for the support :))

Words: 1,484

Warnings: None!

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt.3 // Pt.4

Percy POV:

After several days, the weekend finally arrived. I can’t believe my first week has been so stressful! And I’m aware that all this anxiety is inside me, outside everything is good: Classes were easy and our work was simple, the only difference was the warnings about our OWLS. All my friends got scared, but not me. It’s nothing I can’t handle.

All I usually care at school has been shadowed by the whirlwind of thoughts destroying my head and distracting me from my normal life. I tried to keep myself busy, so I finished all my schoolwork for the week and now I’m sitting here, under a tree in front of the lake with my legs tightly against my chest and my chin resting above them. My eyes fixed on the water.

I feel a knot in my throat and something stinging on my chest, each day grows uncontrollably, the memories from my past vacations coming back harsh as ever.

They were a family. They had done nothing wrong and I… I didn’t do anything to stop their terrible fate. Even though I had the chance.

Tears are pouring over my face, my father’s dark eyes chase me and his screams resonate in every single one of my nightmares.

My own family expects me to become a muggle murderer. Voldemort and all his followers are starting to grow and my parents are more than willing to participate but this family… they hadn’t done anything wrong. I could see the terror in their eyes… in the boy’s eyes.

I couldn’t do it.

The muggles are scared. Like us, they have jobs and families, they have… a destiny that has nothing to do with ours. What makes us different is magic, but they don’t know that. They don’t know we exist. Most of them, anyway.

Is it different with muggles parents? Being a half-blood, why am I supposed to hate them? Why are my parents so blind that they see muggles as enemies?

If a conflict arrives, we have resources, more than them. All magical, but, if they have none… Why do we have to hurt or kill them? Why do we hate them?

“I see you’re losing your time,” I jump slightly at the voice. Raising my head, I see my older sister Juno.

I let out a sigh and turn back to the lake.

“I don’t have anything else to do,” I see her sit next to me by the corner of my eye.

“Why the long face? Oh, don’t tell me you’re still crying about what happened back home,” I clench my teeth and she just chuckles, “I admit that at first it’s hard, and a little weird, won’t lie about that. But then you get used to it, you even enjoy it. Get rid of muggles and traitors…”

“And what if I don’t want to get used to it?”

“What?”

“I don’t want to,” I blurt out.

“Stop being a baby and face your fate, Persephone,” She replies passing a hand through her hair.

“You’re sounding like Dad,” I huff.

“And what’s wrong about that?” I close my eyes for a moment, and when I open them, I decide to face her.

“You’ve never wondered why do we all hate muggles so much?”

“Don’t start that,” She rolls her eyes, “just do what Dad says and-”

“Wait, you mean I just start to kill people and nothing else? Oh, right. Cause that’s so easy. How did I never think of that?”

“I knew you’d be the weakest. You know, for a moment I believed all your act, you could fool our family and I think even yourself by annoying all the muggleborns in our school, but just look at you while after seeing my dad in action, getting rid of a few scum. I guess your real you finally came out. I’ll wait to see what kind of punishment does my dad use on you once we get to your imminent treason.”

She gets up and starts to walk towards the castle, my anger only grows and I scream before I think it through.

“You know nothing, Juno!” She turns around.

“Oh, the princess wants to defend herself?” She mocks, but the smile vanished from her face in a matter of seconds, “Stop pretending and do the whole family a favor: Disappear.”

Her words sting. I can’t believe that my older sister has turned into a monster, the same girl that used to play with me, that gave me advice. That hugged me when Black abandoned me. The one that promised to look after me… now wants me gone.

“What have they done to you, you weren’t like this,” I whisper.

She gives me a devilish smile, but before she can answer, someone interrupts us.

“A fight between sisters? Interesting,” Says James Potter, we look in his direction to see he’s with Remus and Sirius.

“Talking about siblings, What did you do with mine, Singh? He looks like a lost puppy, looking everywhere for you,” Adds Sirius. I bite my lip, drowning in guilt.

“Since when do you care about him, Black?” I retort.

“Oh, please, little Reggie’s still part of the family, which means he’s related to me and… let’s say that it might affect my reputation with girls if he can’t stand being away from you for long periods of time.”

I’ve been evading Regulus all week, but if I’m honest, the last thing I need is Reg asking me how am I doing every five minutes, I have enough with Jenna, all worried about me. I know both of them have good intentions, but I can’t deal with it right now. I’ll talk to him… later.

“And what a reputation you have, Black. They know you with many names, Traitor for example,” Says Juno.

Sirius’ miles tenses slightly, his attitude changing.

“Sorry, but I only can talk with one crazy lady at a time”

Juno laughs.

“Always so funny, what’s the use of that? I guess your family must be so proud of you. You think I should write to your mother? You know, just so she knows everything you do in school.”

Sirius closes his fists and James seems to notice, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder and trying to calm him down.

“Alright, we better start to cool off,” Sirius brushes his hand away, James and Remus shared a worried look.

“And what if I talk to your Father, Juni?” My sister clenches her teeth at the nickname, Sirius used to tease her a lot with it when we were friends.

“They won’t believe you,” Both of them step closer.

“Oh, but daddy Ares doesn’t want any kind of rumors surrounding his daughter, right? But sure,” He chuckles, “you’re the least important Singh, I know that. I guess you’re right, maybe they won’t care at all”

“Sirius,” I gasp, the boy knows that’s a sensitive subject for my sister.

Juno glares at Sirius with all her anger and for a moment I think that she’ll take out her wand, but she just shakes her head.

“I don’t have time to argue with a child like you,” She scoffs, turning around and walking towards the castle.

“Juno,” I try to stop her, but the only thing I get from it is a harsh push that makes me fall flat on the ground. She doesn’t look back.

I ignore the pain on my elbows and back, standing up. I turn around towards the boys, standing in front of Sirius.

“Happy?”

“Actually yes, I am quite pleased,” He smirks.

“Well of course, cause now you’re taking advantage of the pain you cause on other people, right?” Once again, he seems angry.

“Don’t get things wrong, honey. I’m not a snake”

“You have all to be one though, just ask Severus.”

“He deserved that,” Says James, but we both ignore him.

“Now you defend him? Are you going to change my brother for Snivellus?” I pass a hand through my hand, exasperated.

“I can’t believe you! Why do you even care Who I date or don’t date? why are you waiting for me to make a mistake so you can shove it on my face?”

I step forward and he steps back, taken by surprise.

“What if I want to date Regulus? What if I don’t? Who do you think you are to criticize my every action?”

He stays silent and it’s then that I notice how loud I was talking. Luckily it’s just us but now I’m crying again. I step back a little, ashamed of my own outburst. I look down, biting my lower lip, shaking.

“Forget it. Just… forget this happened and leave me alone”

I run back to school without looking back, at this point, I just want to go back to my room and never leave my bed.

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[tehyon]

Power (1.0)

The one day when everything that can go wrong has gone wrong: losing my job, boyfriend and dropping my favourite ice cream, some idiot decides to hit me with their bike. Instead of waking up to a group of doctors prodding at my broken body, I find myself surrounded by a group of six men telling me that I have to save their god damn planet. It’s not every day someone calls you ‘the chosen one’ unironically.

A/N; I have no idea what I just wrote, it’s a mess really, but it’s my first exo fic in a while, and I found it in my drafts. 

Genre; fluff, romance, fantasy, i don’t even know at this point.

one • two • three • epilogue

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My idiot of a boyfriend had decided that butt-dialling me whilst he was touching up my boss would be a good idea. And being the irrational underpaid law student, I had marched right in there to decorate his face with my hands. Yes, I lost my job in the process, but the look on that old hag’s face was worth the awkwardness later when I had to fill in the termination of contract form in the same office. 

I’m not exactly coming off as the nicest person here, but trust me, when an intern knocks the only good thing in your life out of your hands before you’ve even had a chance to thank the cashier I think I deserved someone to rage at.

Of course, I had chosen to get my tower of ice cream at night time like a smart line conscious person, so when I walked back out of the building, a box of stationery in hand, I wasn’t exactly the most eagle-eyed person out there. Maybe that’s why I didn’t see the crazy delivery man charging down the road at me. 

All I know is, that it hurt a lot.

Sometime later.

Perhaps it was the fact that I could feel a stick prodding my side repeatedly, or maybe the fact that someone had decided that singing a beatbox mashup of Taylor Swift loudly in my ear would be appreciated, but everything seemed to just amplify my massive headache.

I peeled my eyes open, knowing that I had to face the idiots one day or another. Although I certainly hoped that I lived long enough to tell them that it’s actually “a long list of ex-lovers”.

“So it’s gonna be forever?” The voice wailed, pitching at unbearable notes causing me to grimace slightly as my senses flooded back, “Or it’s gonna go down in flames”

I shot up with a cough, “Shut up” I grumbled, running my hands through my hair trying to think back to what had happened earlier.

An obnoxious orange motorbike came to mind, and my hands itched to introduce my house keys to the shiny glossy paint job. Knowing that that was probably not the most important thing right now, my pent-up anger lulled as I moved to glance around slightly. What had caught my eyes however, were the black irises staring back at me.

“You know, you’re mean for someone who crashed our party”

My head whipped to the direction of the voice, away from the captivating eyes, as my vision landed on another similar pair of eyes.

“I-I’m sorry?” I spluttered at this point, I was just concerned that I might be in some sort of mental asylum as the poking to my side had still not ceased.

“You just literally crashed in here, like some sort of fallen angel” The face to the eyes was jubilant, but still held a certain amount of caution, he had chuckled at the end of his statement, but just a subtle glare from the man that I first laid eyes on when I woke up told me that this wasn’t much of a laughing matter.

“For God’s sake Chanyeol stop poking her, I can hear her cussing you out” He had a handsome face – now that I’d snapped out of an eye obsessed trance – it was sharp, almost model-like, and with his height, he certainly filled the definition of ‘looming’.

Definitely a nine, would’ve been a ten if he hadn’t been so rude.

I nodded as a sign of appreciation, although still slightly confused at how he knew that I was swearing my socks off at the childlike man that had finally stopped.

“I-“

“I know you’re confused, but I’m really not in the mood to tell you what’s going on, we’re in the middle of something important, so I’m going to get Suho to sort this out”

A couple of the others around me blurred as they seemed to disappear and instead of telling me literally anything about what was going on, the man-child resumed poking me, resting his head on his free hand and smiling slightly.

“Kai’s always a bit touchy whenever he thinks one of the Electus are in the area, don’t worry, Papi will protect you” He winked as if his joke was hilarious and shook the stick slightly at my rib cage as if to tickle me.

I stared on, a smug part of me knowing that he would be severely disappointed when he finds out that I was not even the least bit ticklish.

He moved to gently attempt to tickle my sides again as I remained stoic, shock washed upon his face as he backed away landing on his backside so he mirrored my position and jabbed a finger in my direction.

“Monster! You’re not human!”

I felt my restraints weakening at his remark and I beamed at the man, knowing that this was a freakish quality that I had always been quite proud of.

“You’re not human either, you doofus” A sleek voice echoed in the forest like area as I my eyes flickered to a slicked back looking man standing before me with an outstretched hand.

“How-“ I gratefully took the hand, knowing that I had been sat for quite a while in this weird place.

“All will be explained, but please excuse one of our younger members, he’s a bit irrational”

“OK?”

He leant forward slightly, offering me his arm, which I almost clung too as I realised my legs weren’t that functional at the moment.

“My name is Suho, and I’m in charge of these kids, so please have some sympathy” He had a permanent smile etched onto his face, and I was pretty sure that this was just a manners thing, but at least it wasn’t his life goal to annoy the confused girl that fell out of the sky.

We were walking towards a clearing, where there seemed to be a house of sorts, and as we got closer, more shadows appeared near windows, and my grip on his arm tightened.

He didn’t mention anything about the death grip that I had on his arm as he led me through arched doors into what I assumed was the back of the house, letting me instead bask in the grandeur of the interior in silence.

He paused before two large office doors, and turned to face the man in the forest that had followed us in, “Tell the other’s that I think it is time for a group meeting”

His movements were swift but firm, and I soon found myself pushed into one of the six seats gathered before a mahogany desk.

“There’s going to be a lot that you’ll have to take in, but trust me when I say that we’re not insane” At this point, I wasn’t sure if his smile was legitimate or just a grimace at the stink eye I was giving him.

I knew he wasn’t going to say much until whoever else lived here also arrived, so I resorted to counting the books on the book shelf behind him.

There was always a nagging feeling in my brain questioning why I was still sitting here listening to a man that could possibly be wanting to harvest my organs. I had never drunk alcohol in my life so I’m guessing my liver would go first.

I heard a chuckled from the other side of the room, as Suho seemed to remember some sort of joke.

“Livers go for a couple thousand, not that expensive, your kidneys however…”

I was still shocked that there was a possibility that I could’ve said that aloud but was quickly interrupted as the oak doors swung open yet again, revealing a rather tall man flanked by a large entourage.

“What’s up my main bitch?”

He placed himself in the seat beside me, and threw an arm over the back of mine, ignoring the fact that I was close to peeing my pants when I caught a glance of the blood red eyes that stared back.

“One day Sehun, you’ll learn to respect your elders” The put together Suho that I had seen outside didn’t seem so put together as the noise level rose as more and more people piled in.

When the last person seemed to have perched themselves onto a seat he opened his mouth and stood up as if to make his gesture more dramatic.

“Meet the last and final Electus”

A few splutters could be heard as my shocked gaze landed on the slightly smirking man behind the desk.

“Who? Her? Are you insane Suho? We literally just got the signal, and you think it’s this nobody?”

“Excuse me-“ I started, wanting to give this man who had yet to introduce himself a piece of my mind.

“Silence”

The room hushed significantly as all eyes – mine included- turned to stare at the leader.

“Y/N is not just our average Electus, but she’s the key to our puzzle.”

“How do you know my name?” I almost cried in success, as that was one of the first sentences that they had let me finish.

“She knows nothing about us, and you think that we can make this work?”

“We’ll just have to fill her in then”

Suho had manoeuvred around his desk at that and motioned for them all to stand. They had automatically sectioned off into a few groups, and the leader like man made his way to the first one on my left.

“Sehun” He gestured to the youngest looking man in the room, with baffling looking hair, that seemed to defy the laws of gravity, and a shade of impressive grey/blonde. “He's our only defence against the advancing technology these days, of course when he isn't too busy gaming”

“Tech support” Someone coughed from the other side of the room, and I chuckled at that one, eyeing the occasional wire that seemed to peek out from Sehun’s clothing.

“M’lady” Sehun tipped an imaginary hat, as Kai snorted and smacked his friend around the head.

Amused, Suho moved in front another duo as they sidled up next to each other, mock saluting him.

“This is Baekhyun, and you’ve met Chanyeol”

“Papi” He corrected, and sent me one of the most exaggerated winks I’d ever seen.

“Useless at almost everything, but these guys always seem to find themselves helping when we need them the most”

“You know you love us” Baekhyun replied, laughing at the growing stormy look on his leader’s face.

"This is Kai, not the nicest guy around the block, but he's our one and only field agent, he's what we would say efficient at his job" The stern looking man that had woken me up simply nodded in my direction before resuming to stare intently at something on the ceiling.

“And all we have left is the brute force guy. Kind of scary when WWE season comes, but he's harmless if you get to know him”

He was small in stature, and almost cute, if not for the fact that the grip that he had on my hand was almost crushing it, "Kyungsoo's the name"

After registering the six men in the room, my brain finally relented, and I could feel myself becoming more and more tired, “And I need to know because…?” It was all great being let into this kind of spy society thing they had going on, but I needed to get home soon.

“Well one of us is your soulmate”