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cryptidprimalslayer · 4 years ago

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eh i just wanted to write abit about Ney’s Coerthas doings.

Being a floater is fucking great. i do what i want and go where i please. only obligation is to myself. i usually stay in Dravania cause it’s better then the snow sometimes. but i still need the frigid touch to soothe the fire in me. i set out for tailfeather to get some cloth i need for cleaning my rapier, i had to take it off my arm so i’m one armed. i’ll just have to use my claymore for if I’m attacked. i get to the settlement and find out there’s no cloth i use only this really coarse kind that will surely scratch up my blade, and it’s super expensive as well. i look made of gil to you? fine i guess i’ll have to cross into Coerthas after all, i aint dealing with the Gnath. Let’s hope there’s no overzealous Temple Knight looking to take down a heretic. Honestly can i not help a dragon without being marked for death? this is complete bullshit. They are like family to me, and you always protect family. i had to come all the way to Falcon’s Nest to see if i could get some damn cloth. i was only waylaid by a few Knights but a horde of Her heretics, that woman needs to stop honestly. i don’t give two shits about that damn city i only care about living in this tundra. i was going about my business with a merchant when i was approached and talked to by a Knight. well this can’t be good.

it wasn’t good. i’m actually surprised you didn’t kill me where i stood. i’m being extradited to Ishgard for some trial shit. i managed to shake my captors in central Coerthas then went off to Providence Point to think of how to get back to Dravania. i took a seat on the cliff overlooking that city and leaned against one of the weird rock formations. i’ll need to lay low for awhile, possibly indefinitely, while they are sure to sniff around the Western lands. idly throwing rocks while strategizing i came across an unusual stick with leaves on it. it looks really unassuming and i almost chucked it like the rest of the rocks. Something gave me pause though, i swear i’ve seen this design somewhere before. but where? i pocketed it and reached over my shoulder for the hilt when i heard footsteps approaching. of course someone can see me around these rocks, my ears are like a mile high. when the footsteps got closer i realized the sounded light, this isn’t an adult behind me. a stretch of silence later i emerged from behind the rocks to see an Elezen child staring back up at me. she looked super young and also a bit frightened so i knelt to get eye to eye. “Hey little girl what are you doing up here.” no response, she must be shy. An idea struck me so i pulled out the odd stick. She recognized it and looked relieved to see it. “I take it this is yours then? May i ask what it is?” i hand it over and again got no response. “Where are your parents?” why do i keep asking questions when i know she won’t answer them? i kept fruitlessly asking her things until two sets of footsteps approached. Instinctively shoving the girl behind me i raised to my feet and waited for them to arrive. it was two men, an Au Ra and a Hyur, and by the looks of it are both Dark Knights. Does Ishgard employ this trade? They were both looking down at the girl by my legs so i glanced at her as well. “Do you know these men?”

“Yes so give her back.” i shot a glare at them since i didn’t see who spoke and pushed the child further behind me.

“I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing!” they didn’t appreciate me holding the child from them but until i am convinced she is safe with them, she aint going nowhere. the girl tugged on my pants so i looked down and she nodded at me that she did know these two. “Are you absolutely positive?” they didnt like coach her into staying with them? is she safe? She again nods so i pushed her forward and watched her run for the Auri. even though i was abrasive towards them the Hyur still thanked me for holding her so i bowed in response. i didn’t see any reason to try to make further conversation so i returned to sitting on the cliff and planning. i think i heard them leave but i didn’t check cause my involvement was done.

wasn’t the last time i’d be seeing them though. i bumped into them several more times evading the Knights after my heretic ass. the child even saved me a time or two with that odd stick. so it’s a conjury weapon, gotcha. i can do a bit of healing as a red mage but it’s not as potent as white magic. after that i didn’t see them for awhile so i prayed Oschon would keep them safe on their travels. i still needed to get back to Dravania to lie low.

i couldn’t run forever i knew that but i didnt dream theyd be specifically looking for heretics tryna cross into the Shroud. it’s out of your jurisdiction isn’t this up to the Shroud officials for if you can clap me in irons? this time the extradition was thorough and i was hauled to Ishgard. what kind of trial am i to be put on? just because i saved a dragon and killed some of your men that were deaf to reason doesn’t mean i’m plotting your downfall. and i told them that. my shouting attracted a few ears and some looks, then i heard someone call out and antagonize the Knights holding me. i recognize that voice. that’s the Dark Knight with that little girl. why are you fighting them when it’s pretty obvious they throw death sentences to anyone who so much as breathes wrong. this is tyranny. Straight tyranny. they carted us off to some building and it appeared like this might be an actual court session. now why would you do this when i already said the aforementioned deaf to reason? i’m sorry what...... you said a trial by combat? sounds barbaric to me. we were called heretics so nothing new, then when told to step forward and claim our right to this combat i learned the man’s name was Fray. interesting name but i cant judge when mine sounds weird as well. whoa hey hang on now we weren’t accused by no men in white why are they stepping up to fight us? i looked over at this Fray but helmets suck for reading emotions. why did i expect them to play fairly? Where’s the Knights that hauled me here? lemme fight them. he drew his giant sword and stood ready so i sighed inwardly and got myself into stance as well. after this i never wanna see this fucking city again.

i haven’t felt that close to death since childhood. it was very uncomfortable. they sent us out and i didn’t need a formal invitation to hightail it the fuck out. i cleared the so called Gates of Judgement, friendly name, and only then did i have to take a knee. gods above my body is heavy as shit suddenly. i held my side and my hand came away bloody. oh well that explains a few things.

Fray

i was making my way back to our little camp when i came across that Viera, Ney, using his claymore as a walking stick trailing blood. quickly catching up to the hobbling man i sat him down to patch that up. “Now what in Fury’s name made you think to just keep walking instead of healing yourself? do you want a pack of wolves on you?” he grumbled at me to shut up and watched me tend to him. “Guess i owe you another one. i would’ve died if not for you at my back. where you headed? least i could do is make sure you get back home without these wounds reopening.”

“Dravania.” You live in the dragon’s land? no wonder they think he’s a heretic. “I live wherever i wanna live for your information.” he’s a rather snappy man. there’s no doubt in my mind this impale wound was meant for me. even the angle it was spells fatal but somehow he’s still alive. escorting this man home truly is the least i can do. I should be dead. i don’t know why that’s weighing so heavily. “I’m feeling it too Fray....... a dance with death isn’t to be brushed off so easily.” He stood and puts his sword away. “and you don’t owe me shit. i took this wound so you could see that little girl grow up. no one should have to raise themselves.” Speaking from experience are we? it was silent as we made our way across the highlands and into Dravania. i dropped him at a place called Tailfeather with him insisting he could make the rest of the way, so i turned and went on my way. What a character, i wish him well.

#ffxiv #fray myste #ffxiv drk #Fray meets the cryptid

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darker-soft-starker · 5 years ago

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Love your blog! Could we have a snippet of a starker good marriage au? Where Tony comes home one night to see his hiding place not exactly how he left it so he checks the Internet history (sloppy peter) and realises his husband has put it together. So he goes upstairs but peters there- in bed, not calling the police...or maybe from peters POV? Whichever you prefer! Super fan over here ;) ☺️❤️

Awww thanks nonnie!! You’re so lovely and I have utterly butchered your prompt, for that I am exceedingly sorry. This is not remotely good, whatever this is.

Warnings: Dark!Tony, mentions of murder, child abuse, dark fluff

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It’s long been said that home is where the heart is.

Whatever it meant, Peter had always found that the old adage difficult to reconcile with - after all, home was six years old, belt welts and whiskey breath. It was holes in his sneakers, cupboards that echoed and the purple and red on the side of his mother’s mouth. Home was something you carried with you to the principal’s office, the hot end of the cigarette and being firmly told that his red-raised knuckles are not pillars to rest on.

What was home if you didn’t choose it - if you were always trying to run away from it?

That’s what he’d always thought anyway - and that’s what he did. Threadbare hoodie, battered backpack and clutching the fifty he’d stolen, Peter ran. He fled into the warm embrace of his Aunt May who mended his patchwork heart with Sinatra on Sunday mornings and hot chocolate, Luke Skywalker nights.

Love for May was the sound of New York traffic and the smell of nicotine drifting from her bedroom window, overcooked spaghetti and the tickle of her hair on his skin. She wasn’t perfect but she made him feel like he had a place, a room with no conditions.

When she died a few years after, Peter ran again. He made a map of heart-lines all across the state trying to find himself in all of the people he came across. From the lonely girl with the curly hair who offered him a kind smile as he shivered around a steaming cup of coffee, to the boy with the brilliant brain and piercing blue eyes who made made grainy, chalk-masterpieces on worn footpaths.

He never knew most of them but their faces were like picture frames, their conversations his home movies.

The price of living in a place he was supposed to call home in New York never got cheaper and so he worked. He was working for eight dollars an hour and twenty percent off stock when Peter had first met Tony.

Tony Stark, he’d introduced himself as. An older man, dark suit, salt-and-pepper temples. Old school charm and eyes that were gentle.

It was easy to find a home in Tony.

The way his arms wrapped around Peter felt more like four walls than anywhere he’d found a roof overhead and so they dated. They dated and fought and fucked, dug themselves into each others skin. The furrow was so deep they had got married six months after their first kiss, neither of them had family except each other now - Peter didn’t look backwards from where he had ran from.

It was hard to want to when he walked home after a long day, trudging himself up to their single-room apartment with the leaking roof and the floorboards that squeaked in protest when you stepped over them, the tap that never stopped dripping - and Tony, the centre of it all.

Tony was there to massage his aching shoulders after an arduous day, to kiss his forehead, his cheek, his lips, to enter through the doorway into his body and whisper sweet-nothings into his ear like wind whistling against the windows. Tony was all finger-tracing, wit and he called Peter husband so fondly like it was a gift. It was easy to love him.

Eventually they started their own business together, moving out of the one-bedroom into something more quaint on the outskirts of town by the oak trees. A cottage he cared for because Tony was in it - an extension of them, but just a thing.

They tasted success as business bloomed, dealing and appraising rare-coins, combining both of their loves into a venture that made Peter feel like he was someone, like an explorer, like he was bringing together his half to their whole.

But success meant Tony was out of town sometimes for their clients.

It left them both somewhat vacant whenever he had to go, never more than a day or two, Tony stealing remorseful kisses in the lowlight of dawn as he leaves, taking the light with him.

For Peter there was not one place called home when home was a person - because when that person is not there it is just a house. A property. Just four walls whose roof isn’t as comforting as his husbands body wrapped around him, inside him. A house didn’t have a heartbeat he could feel thumping under his hand or look at Peter with an adoring smile, soft eyes that crinkled around the edges. A house didn’t breathlessly tell Peter they loved him, didn’t hold him when he wept through the afterimages of his nightmares, didn’t make him feel like he was a cathedral, worth more than weathered sneakers and the pink stitches of skin on his back.

Years passed, settling into their new community like the way that the smell of tobacco latches onto fabric in that weary what can you do about it kind of way. Peter didn’t mind so much feeling like an outlier, he had Tony and their work and passion for both that kept him warm.

He stayed in the shell they called residence when Tony was out on business and when he came back Tony made him remember that he was a temple. Tony’s tongue licked and laved and moved inside him, all reverence and repentance. Peter was only too eager to forgive for just one more loving kiss.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t immediately turn around and leave everything behind when he stumbled in their dusty garage, used only when either of them pretended to care about gardening. Maybe that’s why he didn’t pack up and run again when he found the dog tags and the ID card in a hidden compartment in the metal shelving.

Michelle Jones.

Steven Grant Rogers.

The names sounded like his heart jarring, like a baseball breaking through a window - he didn’t know what else to do except gingerly place the items back in the box and wander back into the house in a confused daze, because why, dust motes and orange sun rays in his eyes. Despite swearing never to drink the whiskey Tony keeps in stock Peter finds himself reaching for it. It always burns.

He’d always drank it sticky and smoky from Tony’s lips anyway.

The wind rattles against the windows and he remembered he needed batteries for the storm, the torches laying uselessly on the coffee table when the lights begin to flicker. But he still has signal on his phone and the light of his laptop to guide his hand to the bottle and the keys as he spells out their names into the search bar and what comes back up is deceased and mystery and suddenly the whiskey doesn’t taste too bad anymore.

The lonely girl with the curly hair.

The brilliant boy with blue eyes.

The whiskey emboldens him to keep typing furiously, misspelling often as his vision blurs and his throat burns.

Peter can trace a disappearance to every single one of Tony’s business trips, the dates, the locations. It all aligns right before him, like pages that had been missing all along.

The victims, at least five of them, are murdered with the same signature method: blunt force trauma followed by the post-mortem removal of the victims heart.

The cavity left in the deceased’s chest is always filled with pennies.

He doesn’t even realise he’s called Tony until the man answers, tinny and concerned on the other end of the call. Dwindling percentage blinks back at him, a shaky thumb pressing the call to speaker.

“…Baby? You there?”

“I’m here,” Peter swallows. “Just wanted to call you. Miss you.”

He hears Tony’s soft sigh as clear as the whistling wind. “Miss you too, baby. I’ll be home soon, promise.”

He sniffs. “When’s soon?”

“Soon,” Tony laughs, low and familiar. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Peter nods, feeling syrupy, eyes glazing over. “Just wanted to hear your voice. There’s a storm.”

Peter doesn’t like loud noises. Doesn’t like metal clanging, glass shattering, doesn’t like how thunder sounds like belt buckles and upturned chairs hitting floors and fists on walls and how it reminds him that houses can only protect him from the elements. Sometimes when it storms Tony will curl up behind him in bed, and place his hands over Peter’s ears and press kisses to neck, other times he will stand with Peter in the shower until the water runs cold, their rapture echoing off the tiles.

There’s a pause.

“You sure you’re okay? Why don’t you turn some music on and get under the covers, sweetheart.”

“Good idea,” Peter lies. “I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

The thing with finding a home in a person is that sometimes there are parts to uncover and things you only notice when you stare long enough - secret rooms, hidden compartments and it’s just after that you notice the one floorboard that has begun to rot and ceilings that have cracks or the way the door hinges doesn’t work just right. Maybe he doesn’t work just right, either.

You can either pack-up and leave, or content yourself with the window that sticks and the dust-motes and say there aint no place like it.

“Love you too,” Peter whispers, shaking to his core as thunder rolls overhead.

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Tony comes home early.

His husbands eyes are dark when he finds Peter curled up in their bed later, late enough for the pale grey of early morning to filter through the glass. One of Tony’s business shirts is draped over Peter’s shoulders, curtain to everything outside of their bed as he rouses.

“You left your laptop open. You been doin’ some research, baby?” Tony croaks, jaw set, mouth turned downwards.

Peter doesn’t like that so he beckons, arms like open doorways when he reaches for his husband and takes him by the hand, wedding rings clicking togethers like locks latching. In Tony’s other hand is the ID and the dog-tags dangling by his side. He’s over being mad about being kept in the dark, long away off the initial burn of anger, too relieved that the vacancy is full again to mourn.

It feels like home when Tony kneels onto the bed and presses a kiss to Peter’s forehead, like their bed is a pulpit, the heat of Tony’s body as he nuzzles into his side a sermon.

Peter turns his head to capture his lips, wondering how long Tony has been praying to him.

“Some” he admits. “I might need to pick your brain later. How did the trip go?”

Tony stills for a moment before the bristles of his beard scrape Peter’s cheek, a smile.

“Good. I found us a 1955 double die cent.”

“How much did the owner want for it?” Peter asks, raising their joined hands to kiss Tony’s red-raised knuckles, all copper and nickel.

The shirt falls loosely around his waist when he shrugs it off just to see how Tony’s eyes become a cavern, the slack of his jaw an invitation that Peter has always wanted to run into and curl up in. Maybe he should be running from the dark inside it, the unexplored territory, but he doesn’t. It just feels like a heartbeat, steadfast as a metronome, home.

“Just a few pennies,” Tony answers, eyes falling to Peter’s heart.

#starker #starker fic #good marriage au #dark tony #tw: murder #tw: mentioned child abuse #i don't know what this is #and i am profoundly sorry #how far can you stretch a metaphor

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modernsocialmediaau · 5 years ago

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AVALANCE AU

AU: Sara is lead singer in a band called The Legends. Her band mates are; Charlie: Bass Player, Nate: Lead Guitarist, Zari: Drummer, Ray: Pianist. They call their fans beebos. Ava on the other hand is a famous actress with an entourage; Nora her best friend, and stylist, Gary: Manager, and Mona her publicist.

“Rise and shine!” Gary screams from the downstairs, the two are the only one that took care of themselves that night. Everything was going normal until the group caught a glimpse of Ray and Nora locking lips. That’s sort of when all hell broke loose, Sara offered shots and Charlie offered drinking games.

“If he doesn't stop shouting. I will literally hung him by his leg out in the balcony.” Charlie groans placing a pillow on top of her face, Zari pulls her much closer trying to hide her face while also burying her neck in Charlies shoulder.

“C’mon love birds.” Sara throws a pillow at the cuddling two. As well as Ray and Nora locking lips, Zari and Charlie made a mistake locking lips right in front of Gary as well as Sara but Sara already knew.

After an 20 more minutes of Gary shouting and John singing they finally got everyone out of bed for some breakfast.

Soon after breakfast the crew heads for their hike, it was a rather quiet first hour. Sara and Ava are up front leading the way, talking about god knows what while the others are behind them scheming.

“Now that you two are settled, can we focus on those two.” Charlie points at the two blondes leading the way,

“Charlie, Ava needs time to heal”

“And Sara--” Nate sighs knowing how much mending a broken heart is hard, but having had a pile of broken hearts after the other tends to wound an individual.

“Need to heal as well,” Ray sighs

“Okay but you guys can’t tell me that last night they weren’t up on each other or vibing at all.” Mona coo’s looking ahead to see the two girls examining the trail

“So what they’re friends, what if they are—“ Nate is cut off by the conversation the two girls are having up ahead. Ava is currently holding the map far from Sara’s reach, she’s using her butt as a shield.

“Just let me see it for one second.” Ava argues

“Why Miss-Know-It-All,” Sara teases bumping into Ava catching her in surprise letting her guard down. “You didn’t” Ava scoffs, but Sara took that opportunity to take the map and run away from Ava.

“Are you kidding though.” Mona woo’s pointing at the two playing tag with one another

“Okay but they’ve been like that since the beginning of their friendship, they’re both extremely headstrong. Sara is extremely rebellious and from what I noticed Ava is a little controlling.” Nate explains following the two blonde girls still play fighting over the map

“What’s wrong with him?” Gary mumbles, John shrugs taking out a cigarette as they follow, everyone starts to do the same but Nora puts her hand out to stop everyone else from walking.

“Okay new plan, do we force them to be together, or do we let them heal properly and hope that they’ll get together?” Nora speaks up leaving Zari, Ray and Charlie stuck

“Well clearly forcing them together isn't working out,” Ray starts

“Exactly when we do that they seem to butt heads but—” Zari continues

“When we leave them alone they come together naturally—”Charlie adds

“Which leaves us with the question again, do we keep forcing them together? Or do we let them heal—”

“Hey guys! C’mon the lake is up ahead!” Sara shouts summoning the last four to catch up to them.

“Well Ava leaves in a month and you guys leave in 2. Which means everyone will be gone, and your tour is going to last what—?” Nora schemes as they slowly walk trying to create some space as they scheme

“7 month at the most.” Ray informs

“Which means we let fate decide?” Charlie questions

“That just may be our best bet.” Zari pulls Charlie to walk faster since everyone doesn't have a choice on what to do about the two.

1 Hour Later...

“Who knew Mona Wu could cook?” Nora jokes as everyone is enjoying their lunch with some coffee, and tea.

“Well if you guys actually came over for food every once in a while instead of going out to eat you’d actually see how I can cook.” Mona defenses rolling her eyes making everyone cackle. As they continue to eat Sara somehow sneaks away from the group, and of course Ava notices which means she follows.

Nobody else notice the two girls sneak away. As Ava gets closer to Sara she whispers “Hey! Where are you going?”

“Hey, stalker.” Sara chuckles continuing to her path, up a hill

“I’m not a stalker, you just left and what if you get stuck or lost or something?”

“Whatever floats your boat”

“So what are you doing exactly?”

“Wanted a better view, better views give me better ideas, lyrics, melodies—”

“You’ve got writers block?”

“Yup, and it’s killing me because it is literally the last song of the album and we’re suppose to record it when we get back into town Monday.”

“Oh well then I’ll leave you alone—” There’s a pause, a part of Ava that wants Sara to ask her to stay but she can understand why the girl might want her alone time

“No wait, can I bounce things off of you?” Ava smiles before turning back around to Sara

“I’ll do my best—What do you got?”

Sara takes her phone out and pulls up the instrument of her empty music. The two sit for 6 minutes just trying to get the feel of the music.

“First of all, I love the sound—do you have a concept?”

“I don’t know nothing is really connecting to me and the whole album is coming together but this song would take it to a whole ‘nother level”

“Alright let’s start with this what haven't you wrote about?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“A break up, I refuse. I’ll write about everything else but I don’t know I always feared that I’ll cry during one of the shows and crying is—”

“Disgusting—”Ava jokes

“Exactly but if thats’ the next best thing I’ll take it. So breaks up...break ups”

“How did your break up with Alex go? I know this is personal and might be a little too weird to talk about but—”

“No it’s okay, it was in the end of March and my ex girlfriend Alex broke up with me. She said that she felt lonely every time we were together because I was so busy with everything going on with my life. And she wasnt wrong—”

“Alright what made this break up hard?”

“She found somebody else, this amazing detective named Maggie Sawyer—I guess it hurt a lot because we were friends for 8 years then we dated and I just kind of assume we’d get married and do the whole house and kids thing but to be replaced so quickly hurt.”

“Do you want her back?”

“No I dont want her back but I hate thinking about her with somebody else.”

“Okay so let’s write about that mindset, you dont want her but you hate seeing her with his Maggie person.”

“That’s not bad, Sharpe. Not bad at all.”

30 minutes later

“Let’s hear it, Lance.” Ava runs back to Sara from going to the lake to meditate to hear what she’s got so far.

“It’s rough but hear me out,

So I heard you found somebody else And at first I thought it was a lie I took all my things that make sounds The rest I can do without

I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else

“That’s so—What the actual fuck—keep going.”

“That’s all I’ve got so far, I was thinking of adding another chorus like

I'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone And then leaving with somebody else No, I don't want your body But I'm picturing your body with somebody else

“Yes that’s good. Next verse c’mon don’t slack now—”

“Feel free to shout some ideas—jeez this is hard.”

“Right sorry, okay same melody right?”

“Yup, all I’ve got for the second verse is

c’mon baby

this aint the last time—

That I’ve been amazed?”

“No that doesn't make sense, what about that I've seen your face then repeat c’mon baby almost like calling her out as well as calling out to her.”

Come on baby This ain't the last time that I'll see your face Come on baby

“I hate that I can be replaced?”

“You said you’d find someone to take my place?”

“We’re going to go with yours I dont want her to think this is about her in the slightest—then I have this crazy idea that I thought of as soon as you left ”

I just don't believe that you have got it in you 'cause We are just gonna keep 'doin' it' and everytime I start to believe in anything you're saying I'm reminded that I should be getting over it

“I love that its a shift but not too noticeable where it throws the person off”

“Thank you, then the chorus repeats—

I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody elseI'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone And then leaving with somebody else No, I don't want your body But I'm picturing your body with somebody else

“Do you have any ideas for the bridge?”

“I want it to almost be chant like so that whoever is listening to this is getting a looking at themselves in the mirror and my friends said I need to get over the last bit of you and so here I am hyping myself up in this mirror type of feel.”

“Specific I’m all ears.”

“I want it to build up like this;

I don't want your body, I don't want your body I don't want your body, I don't want your body I don't want your body, I don't want your body

then how about, get someone you love? get someone you need?”

“Fuck that, get money!” Ava jokes but Sara disagrees.

“Genius—

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money”

“Damn I am a genius.” Ava nods

“Right, but it needs one more line before I go on a chanting spree—”

“Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money. I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone”

“Where do you keep coming up with this?”

“Okay let’s hear it shall we?

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone”

“That was it! Yes then obviously repeat the chorus right?”

“Yes and thats the whole song. Thats the whole album WOOHOOO!!!” Sara shouts, pulling Ava into a very tight hug. Ava couldn't help but feel good and oddly giddy having Sara in her arms.

“Oi! Is everything okay?” Charlie waves at the two girls and the two pull away from one another

“I just finished the album you’ve got to hear it!” Sara kisses Ava’s cheek before running towards Charlie. Ava watches Sara making to Charlie, and she decides to sit down to think about what to do.

“What was that up there?”

“She helped finished the last song of the album which means I finished the album—”

“Sara—calm down, let us hear it then?”

Part 13/?

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 |

#avalance #zarlie #darhkatom #ava sharpe #sara lance #nora darhk #ray palmer #charlie jiwe #zari tomaz #nate heywood #mona wu #amaya jiwe #gary green #john constantine #legends of tomorrow #avalance social media au #legends of tomorrow social media au #social media au

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btswishes · 6 years ago

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I am not good enough.

Werewolf Au (Wonho)

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 /

A/N: This was a major brain fart during my author’s block and aint gonna lie it’s low key dirty as hell, but i fell in love with the idea. XD Sorry for any mistakes made and I hope yall like it.

Word count: 2,739

Warnings: Dirty, flirting, suggestive language, cursing

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They say words can hurt us more than actions or physical wounds and sometimes that is true. When the words come from someone you care about, they turn into a invisible blade that goes through your body and latches onto your very existence. It may look and feel like it was forgotten, but once the owner walks by ,you feel the stinging pain deep down, where you can’t reach and free yourself.

You rose your body on the branch and leaned your right hand onto the bark, looking at the brightly lit window. You could see the boys sitting on the floor, enjoying food and talking happily between themselves.

Swallowing a few times, you hoped to get rid of the lump stuck in your throat. Who wouldn’t want to join them? It looked so warm and so comforting. You didn’t want to hang out there for too long, since you knew better than to be caught. But no matter what Chang Kyun by chance looked out the glass and noticed you. His body twitched about to get up, but you moved your head side to side slowly with closed eyes.He once more relaxed his body, staring at you with slight notes of pain in his gaze. You fell back slowly into the shadows of the tree crown and the veil of the moon lit night took you far from the warmth.

The wind was strong as you were speeding through the leaves, to a unknown destination. The smell of water and earth were pulling onto you. Threes and bushes pulled a curtain from in front of your eyes ,showing the open lake that was hidden behind.

“You are early.” spinning onto your heels, you leaned forward and smiled at the familiar voice

“If you are already here, than I am not early at all.” a little snicker escaped your pink lips

“Shall we start?” the man asked

“I am as ready as ever.”

With a swift move you took off your jacket and kicked off your shoes. Silence was dancing around you. With a gentle push from the wind, a lonely leaf started falling from it’s high home. It was swirling and flying before it hit the ground. It made no sound to humans, but to your senses it was more than noticeable.The leaf didn’t have much time to rest on the ground ,as the backlash you made threw it farther than it landed. Hits, kicks, bites and growls. One hit the other, the ground was cracking, the threes were shaking and the creatures were silent as the battle nurtured the earth with drops of blood.

How long was this going on for, no one knew. The man found himself on the ground and a pair of white calm eyes looking down at him.

“I never get tired of this color.” you reached out and he took your hand, standing up swiftly

“So, what is next?” back facing the man, stretching your hands up ,you leaned sideways

“As much as I enjoy you throwing me around like a rag doll.”he patted his clothes clean from some dirt “I have nothing more.”

“Dean, you know I can’t stop now.” upon hearing his words you stood up looking at the moon ,that peeked thought the clouds

“I mean it, I have nothing more to teach you as an alpha. Actually ,I feel like you can teach me some things. Knowing you though...” he paused as your head moved slowly towards him. The light of the night turning your frame black to him. Your eyes were slowly looking up towards Dean, now with a certain power flowing from them. The white color in them started trembling, left turning slowly gold and the right silver. “...I don’t think I will be able to learn what you know.”

“Dean I can’t...I can’t stop now.”Your head moved to the side as he walked closer. His hand onto your cheek pulling your head to look at him with those eyes

“Look at you. Those eyes are proof of something dwelling in you.” he leaned closer towards you, but stopped inches from your lips ,almost as if burned by something he can’t possibly have. Dean’s head moved to the side, looking away from you. His hand slowly let go of your skin as he walked back.

“You should go now, we might both be alphas, but your condition isn’t ideal for us to be alone like this.”his back faced you “Mating season is upon us.” he looked at you with the corner of his eye “Don’t forget that bit of yourself Y/N, men are wolves and bow down fully only to their animal instincts. You were safe till now, but you smell of maturity.And that scent can’t be overlooked.”

“Dean wait!” you grabbed his sleeve “I need this and you know it! You are the only one who knows about....me. You understand better than anyone that right now I need your help the most.” you gripped the fabric harder as your eyes looked in the direction of the pack house “They don’t trust me...” violently you shook your head as your hand hit your chest “I need to prove myself to them, I need to make them see that I am worthy to be followed!”

“Y/N...” he spoke but you were in a hysteric shock “Y/N!” he cupped your cheeks and howled loud, your knees hit the ground and tears took over the silents, dripping one after the other, mixing with the blood still on your face “Listen to me!” he yelled out again ,pulling your attention towards himself “You don’t need my help anymore! What you need to do is figure yourself out and fast.”

Dean stood up “I don’t understand this, I don’t know what to do anymore!” your eyes were pleading for help

“You don’t get it, do you?”he started walking away from you “Look at yourself. You submitted to me in seconds. If you want to be an alpha ,a true full fledged alpha , stand up from the dirt and claim your pack.Use your damn power and stop trying to hide it! I know if you wish it,you could turn me into minced meat.Either own up to your potential or embrace your third nature...” he flashed his wolf teeth with a wave of anger “...and submit to the ones stronger than you.Lead or be led.” his body disappeared into thin air and you were left in the emptiness of the nature.

You chose....

“I made my choice years ago.” after awhile you gathered yourself up finally“No one wants a mutt...” grabbing your jacket you jumped on a tree and went back home. Trying to leave behind the emotional scene you just made. You were embarrassed and ashamed of what just happened. How could you even submit without noticing it.In the end, it was far more difficult to control nature, while it was fighting within you.

You reached the pack house in mere seconds. The lights were still on and the boys were sleeping on the ground. You sighed at the scene lightened up your heart, melting away the unpleasant memory from minutes ago.

“Hey!”you yelled out with hands on your waist “Get up!”

“Mmmm.” Joohoney mumbled under his nose “It’s Y/N!” his hands were wobbly

“Are you drunk?!” you couldn’t believe your eyes “Shownu!” you looked at the couch, but the boy wasn’t responding at all, knocked out hard

“Leave him be.All are pretty much dead drunk right now.” Hyungwon rolled over from behind a chair

“How come you are fine then?”

“I fell asleep the moment I arrived pretty much.” he stretched one of his arms above his head “They were getting drunk cus they were lonely or something stupid like that.”

“Lonely? Ohhhh.”you clapped your hands together “Mating season started a week ago.”

“Yeah and you know how things get heated up during that time. Plus the peak is right now anyways.” Hyungwon grabbed his pillow and went to his room “I am going to sleep, night.”

“Wait, are you going to leave me to deal with everyone?” you tried not to be too loud

“Well yeah. You are the pack leader after all. Night.” he waved at you and disappeared. Sighing deeply, you leaned and picked up Shownu first ,taking him to his room, after that Joohoney and everyone that followed.

It took you less than 5min probably. “Ok, one, two, three, four, five...”you were pointing at the rooms “Hyungwon went to bed by himself already so he is six.Ughh.” you rubbed your eyes “I am still missing a troublemaker.” you were searching and searching, but he was still missing. It was midnight already and you sure as hell were planning to sleep.

“He should be fine. Wonho is buff enough to keep himself safe, that undeveloped alpha.”you laughed at your own remark and made your way up the stairs towards your room. You took a quick shower, brushed your teeth and put on your pjs. The bed was just calling out to you.

You made sure to lock the door before you were completely comfortable alone in your room. Safety measures during the mating season. You lock on your target and ran towards the bed, jumping on top of it.

“Ugh!”you groaned in discomfort, when you landed on something that wasn’t as soft as you expected “What is this thing?” you moved around to try and identify the mysterious object you were sitting on. As you leaned forward, you suddenly yelped.Something grabbed your thighs tightly and swung you around. Now you were 100% sure it wasn’t something but someone. You reached out and removed the cover, revealing light pink puffy hair.

“Yah!”you hit the man “WONHO! You shithead! Wtf are you doing in my room?!” you grabbed his shoulders about to throw his ass through the window. Your eyes glowed in the dominant alpha golden color.

“Nah.” he said with a breathy tone, as his hand grabbed both of yours and pinned them above your head. You were so socked that you couldn’t even try to move him. After awhile you took a deep breath and opened your eyes again, ready to finish what you started, but you saw him inches from you. His eyes glowing gold, illuminating your skin. Your hands couldn’t move at all.

“Hey now, what is all of this you half grown alpha?”you tried to mock him, but Wonho tightened his grip on your wrists and came closer. His head was in the crook of your neck. You could hear him sniffing you up and down.

“Smells....smells sweet.” his breath was warm on your neck, sending chills down your spine. You couldn’t move and were shocked at what was happening right now. His tongue licked your neck and that made you look to the side almost immediately. Just for a second you saw yourself in the reflection of the water glass. The gold fading slowly.From a dominate thick color, to a lighter silver and finally a pure white.

“Wonho...W-Wonho get off me...”you were trying to kick him, but he wasn’t moving

“Wonho...Wonho...Wonho..”he kept repeating his own name in the shell of your ear. He pulled away and looked in your eyes “I like how it rolls off your tongue, your voice makes it sound like honey.I wonder...” his piercing gaze slowly going down to your lips, before he crashed his own on top of yours. You were wiggling under him for a bit, but started submitting. It wasn’t like with Dean, it was different ,it felt right, like you had to.

He let go of your hands and swung you onto your stomach. “ This room smells so sweet, it smells like you. I have been trying to stay away from the second floor as much as I can, but I just couldn’t tonight. It was...calling for me.” his hand grabbed onto your eyes and pulled your head off the bed. “I know I am not a fully formed alpha even at my age, but you are just hypnotizing. Walking around us dressed so comfortably, with those shorts and that lose shirt. You think I wouldn’t notice you teasing?”

“I-I wasn’t teasing...”Wonho suddenly ripped off your shirt “Ah!” you jumped shocked by his sudden aggressive move

“Since you want to be noticed so much, let me give you a little gift.” his right hand was holding your eyes and his left your body flush against the bed.His head came close to your neck, you could feel his muscles on your exposed body. He gently licked the back of your neck. As you were just sitting there you felt something sharp on your skin. Even though your eyes were covered, they were wide open right now. You placed your hands on the bed trying to push him off. From between his fingers glimmered the golden light even if it was faint.

“Nah baby girl, we don’t do that.” the words rolled off his tongue, when he bit hard. When he released his jaw, he licked the spot a bit to sooth the residual pain. You were panting shocked.

“Wonho!” you began struggling once you realized how bad things were getting “Stop!”

“I am not done yet.”he turned you on your back “Don’t move.” the words came from between his teeth and the bite on your neck started to heat up. You squinted your eyes. Your left eye tried to turn gold, but it was just a muddy mix between the predominant white. You couldn’t move.

“Be a good girl, I am almost done.”he moved down towards your legs, laying right between them

“Wonho get a grip on yourself!!!” you tried to sit up, but he put his hand on your stomach and looked up with piercing sharp eyes “What did I tell you.” he meant business.As much as you were resisting you didn’t need his hormones to keep you in check, if you weren’t worried about the alpha position, you would have surrendered already. But you were a pack leader.

You felt his strong hands pick your thighs up and smooth his finger over one spot “Who knew you were so soft and vulnerable...I...” he leaned into the skin ”....like it.” he bit down while still speaking. Not even hesitating he turned his head to the other thigh and marked it deep too.

“Now, that wasn’t too bad was it?” he smirked “I like this Y/N a lot.” Wonho’s head was on the same level as yours, his words stirring up the inside of your body as your chest was moving up and down deeply “Hot and bothered, smells like me, reacts only to me.I might get used to th-” your breath stopped the moment his words did. You almost screamed when he dropped on top of you.

“W-Wonho?” suddenly his body flew and hit the door hard “Wonho!!!”you jumped up, holding the cover in front of your naked chest. You moved fast to see if he was ok.

“I can’t believe this shit.FUCK!” you hard the bed frame make a loud cracking sound “What did I tell you Y/N!? Shit ,shit, SHIT!!!.”the men ran his hand through his hair

“You didn’t have to try and kill him.”you said standing up from the floor and looking back

“That is true. It should have been you doing this, not me!” he swung his hand aggressively towards you “I told you to domesticate these dogs and put them in line! Not let this late bloomer mark you!”

“Dean stop yelling at me!” you growled at him flashing your fangs and eyes, pulling a laugh out him

“Oh now you act like an alpha. So you growl at me like you will bite my throat off but you moan at him?What is he?Your mate or some shit?” Dean threw his jacket on top of you “Put that on and come on.” he grabbed you and hocked his arm under your knees, lifting your bridal style “ Better hold on to me and don’t say anything.I am fucking god damn pissed right now. In your state you can’t even try and fight me.” stepping on the window sill he jumped into the night and dashed towards his pack house

“Where are we going?” you asked whispering

“Shut the fuck up and hold tight.” as much as you didn’t want to listen to him you had to. Your eyes kept noticing how Wonho’s body was getting distant from you too.

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usuk fic?? much angst??? soulmate au where everything you write on your wrist goes on your soulmates??????????? and maybe alfred is blind? so he cant see anything written there much less reply? so arthur thinks he aint got no soulmate? jgbshajhygvshuytb i love your writingg hhhhh i read all your usuk fanfics in like a day

Title: you were right here all the time (i was blind)Pairing: USUKWords: 3,114AU: Human/SoulmateGenre: Romance/AngstSummary: Arthur grows up believing he has no soulmate. Then he runs into him in a grocery store.A/N: Wow! I can’t believe it’s been over a month since my last post! I changed the prompt a little, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Title taken from OK GO’s Skyscrapers. !!! TW for mentions of self harm and alcoholism !!!

Arthur was six years old the first time he saw his father’s neat handwriting appear seemingly by magic upon the back of his mother’s pale, freckled hand.

“Mum, what’s that?” He asked, forest green eyes peering curiously at her hand.

Alice’s eyes–the same sparkling green as Arthur’s–flitted downward and a soft, fond smile stretched across her slim face. “Your father’s making a grocery list,” she said gently, watching as the words appeared letter-by-letter upon the milky white skin of her hand.

Milk, tomatoes, butter, tea, spaghetti noodles.

Alice smiled and reached into her pocket, extracting a pen. Don’t forget bread, she added in her loopy cursive script. Arthur watched in wide-eyed fascination as more words appeared below hers, again in his father’s handwriting. Right. Love you.

I love you too, wrote Alice in return before raising her eyes to her son’s face and giggling at the starstruck expression he wore.

“Mum, are you and dad magic?!” Asked Arthur excitedly.

Alice’s giggle turned into a full-on laugh. She reached out, resting her ink-covered hand over Arthur’s shoulder and smiling broadly at him. “No, sweetheart, although I believe there’s a certain magic about your father and I share. We’re soulmates.”

“Soulmates?” Arthur echoed curiously. He’d heard the word more times than he could count, but he’d never fully understood its meaning.

“Yes. When people are meant to be together, they can communicate in a way they can’t with others. Whatever your soulmate writes on themselves will appear on you, and vice versa. Your father and I are soulmates, which is why we can write back and forth to each other.”

“When can you start writing to your soulmate?”

“Well, you have to know how to write first. Your father wrote to me for the first time when I was only two–he’s six years older than me, so it took me a while before I could write back. But once I could we wrote to each other every day.”

Arthur peered down at his mother’s other hand, which was empty of words, and then down to his own pale palm. “Do I have a soulmate?”

“Of course,” she said. “Everyone does, either platonic or romantic.”

“Can I write to them?”

“Yes, if you want,” she said, smiling gently.

Arthur reached for the pen and put it to his arm, writing the words Hello soulmate in the messy script of a six-year-old. His mother grinned and moved her hand from his shoulder to his head, ruffling his pale blond hair affectionately.

“We’ll have to wait for them to respond now.”

“How long will it take?” Arthur questioned.

“That’s up to them,” Alice replied gently.

Arthur never got a response.

As the years wore on, Arthur wrote to his soulmate daily. When he was nine and still hadn’t received a response, his mother assured him that there was nothing to worry about. Perhaps he was older than his his soulmate, she suggested, like she and his father. His soulmate may not have been able to write back yet; or, perhaps, they weren’t even born yet.

When Arthur was twelve and still hadn’t received a response, his father patted him on the back and told him that sometimes people got nervous about responding. He had felt strange about replying to Arthur’s mother at times, he said, because she was so much younger than him and wanted to talk about their relationship. Perhaps Arthur’s soulmate could tell that he was much younger and felt uncomfortable writing back, too.

When Arthur was fourteen, Arthur shed the first of many tears over his absent soulmate. His best friend, Francis, rested his ink-covered palm over Arthur’s blank one and promised Arthur that his soulmate was out there. That night, Arthur put a pen to his arm and wrote please, please be out there.

When Arthur was seventeen, he accepted the fact that he had no perfect match. That night he took something much sharper than a pen to his wrist.

When Arthur was twenty-eight, he started writing to his soulmate again. He knew, realistically, that he didn’t have one; he’d long since come to terms with the fact that he was one of those extraordinarily rare individuals who had no ideally-suited match. In his teenage years, the knowledge that he was destined to be alone had resulted in more nights with his fingers clasped around a bottle or a blade than he could count, but he’d long since cleaned up his act. Knowing that he would never have something 99% of the population had–especially when that something was so beautiful–was painful, of course, but he wasn’t entirely alone.

There were people with awful soulmates, people whose soulmates were abusers. There were people whose soulmates were dead or dying. There were people who disliked their soulmates or had fallen out of love with them; it wasn’t uncommon for married soulmates to get divorced and re-marry someone outside of their match these days, although some still considered it taboo.

Arthur could accept that, he thought. He could be happy falling in love with someone outside of a match, if he ever found them. After all, love was what one made it; if two people really loved each other, they could make it work no matter the odds. At least, that was what his friends and family had told him. Arthur didn’t know if he was totally sold on the idea of “true love” yet. How could he be, when the universe was clearly trying to tell him that it couldn’t happen for him?

Nonetheless, he��d started to write on himself again as a way to cope. It was nice to write to his soulmate, even if he knew that he was writing to a person who didn’t exist. He covered himself from elbow to wrist, thigh to ankle, in ink. He wrote about his hopes and dreams, his fears, his day, anything and everything that came to him. He liked the idea of his soulmate reading his words and being comforted by them, although he knew it was impossible.

Today, Arthur jotted a grocery list down on the heel of his palm the way he’d seen his father do all those years ago. He even signed it with an I love you, and imagined his soulmate taking up a pen the way his mother had and writing a soft, I love you too in return.

The walk to the supermarket was a calm and easy one. The sun was low in the sky, the world awash with its golden light. It was warm enough that Arthur didn’t even bother with a jacket, and he’d rolled his jumper up to the elbows. It used to embarrass him, having all of the ink he covered himself in on display, but now he rather enjoyed how normal it made him feel. People would walk by and smile, complimenting him on how sweet he and his soulmate were for writing so much to each other, and Arthur would get to pretend, if only for a moment, that there was someone out there writing back to him.

Arthur entered the supermarket, scooping up a basket on his way in. He walked slowly through the aisles, taking his time to find what he needed. He’d stopped and was reaching out to grab some tea when an older woman approached with a smile, patting his shoulder. “You and your soulmate are so sweet, writing to each other like that,” she said, eyes glittering with sincere happiness.

Arthur smiled softly down at her, “thank you, miss.”

“It’s adorable that you write to each other even though you’re together now, too. People must compliment the two of you all the time!”

Arthur’s thick brows furrowed and he blinked, confused. “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure what you mean. I haven’t met my soulmate yet,” he lied, because it was easier than explaining that he was pathetic enough to write to someone who didn’t exist.

“Oh! I’m sorry, dear. I saw a man with arms covered like yours in the next aisle over and assumed he was with you because the handwriting looked similar. I’m sorry to bother you, then!” She chuckled, patting his shoulder lightly before turning and walking off.

Arthur paused, watching her leave with widened eyes. There couldn’t… She couldn’t have seen… No. It was impossible. Arthur didn’t have a soulmate; it was just a coincidence, surely. There were other people who wrote a lot to each other; it wasn’t as if he was the only one with ink-covered arms. There was no use getting his hopes over nothing.

And yet, Arthur felt his heart beating faster in his chest, and a feeling eh couldn’t place had settled over him. It was something like longing, something urging him to investigate, to seek out this man. But why? Surely he had no soulmate, so why work himself up? His soulmate wouldn’t had gone all these years without ever writing back to him… Would they?

Before Arthur could stop himself, he was turning on his heel and rushing into the next aisle. It was empty, aside from two tall, blond men standing side-by-side at the opposite end. They were nearly identical in appearance; twins, most likely. One had a pair of round glasses and was scanning the shelf while the other had his back to Arthur and was speaking animatedly, arms moving wildly as he spoke. Sure enough, in his sky blue t-shirt, his ink-covered arms were clearly visible. Arthur was standing too far away to make out any of the words or the handwriting, but something about the sight made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Self-conscious, Arthur rolled down the sleeves of his deep green jumper to hide his writing. His heart was racing and he didn’t know why. He tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter what was written on the man’s arms because he had no soulmate, but he couldn’t make himself walk away. In fact, his feet began to carry him forward, toward the two pair of men, until he was approaching the one with his back turned.

“Excuse me,” he said. The man with his back turned jumped, startled, and whirled around. His twin placed a steadying hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Al,” said the one with round glasses before meeting Arthur’s gaze over his brother’s shoulder and smiling politely. “Hello,” he greeted, obviously confused by the stranger who had approached.

“Hi,” Arthur said, shifting his weight from foot to foot and feeling incredibly foolish. “I couldn’t help but to notice your arms. I-I just think it’s so sweet, how much you and your soulmate write to each other,” he said, parroting the words of the woman from before. He couldn’t bring himself to look down and scan the man’s arms, nor could he bring himself to look up into the man’s face, so instead he settled for looking past him to his twin.

“Oh,” said the man–Al, as his twin had called him–sheepishly. “Thanks! I guess they write to me a lot. I think it’s sweet too!”

“They sure write a lot,” his twin added with a smile, “Alfred already had words on him when he was born.”

Arthur still hadn’t brought himself to look into the man’s face or at his arms. “Is that so? That must have been quite the surprise for your parents. Would you mind if I…?” Arthur trailed off, freckled cheeks flushing awkwardly.

“Oh! Sure!” The man exclaimed, raising an arm slightly. “I’m Alfred, by the way, and that’s Matthew.”

Arthur barely had the sense to give Alfred his name in return, already reaching out to take Alfred’s arm in his hand. He’d hardly taken a glance at his the man’s arm when he paled, his familiar script unmistakable to him. He glanced down and caught sight of the shopping list he’d written less than an hour ago on Alfred’s palm. The sight of his “I love you” on Alfred’s tan hand made his heart ache.

“What’s wrong?” Matthew asked, seeming to realize that something was off based on the ghost like paleness of Arthur’s face.

“I-I…” Arthur trailed off and slowly released Alfred’s arm. He was still reeling from the shock of what was happening, but he managed to pull up one of his sleeves to reveal the identical writing along his arm. Not once had he looked into Alfred’s face, unable to meet the man’s eyes knowing what he knew. So he had a soulmate after all, and somehow it was still painful. Arthur had hoped and prayed for this for years, and yet now that it was happening all he could feel was pain. Obviously Alfred didn’t want him–why else would he have never responded?

Matthew’s eyes flickered from Alfred’s arm to Arthur’s and back. His jaw fell open. “Oh my god,” he gasped.

“What? Mattie, what’s wrong?” Alfred asked, as if he were entirely oblivious to the entire encounter. Arthur felt a bit of rage flare up within him at that; how could Alfred act so unaware? How could his soulmate be someone so cruel?

“Al, you–This is–your arms match! This is your soulmate!” Matthew cried, still gaping.

“What?!” Alfred cried incredulously, his voice taking on a sweet, sing-song quality out of excitement. “Oh my god, it’s so nice to meet you! You said it was Arthur, right? That’s such a cute name. I love your accent too! I-I can’t believe you’re here, oh my god, I wanna know everything! You’re from England, right? How old are you? What are your hobbies? What do you–”

“Al, give him a chance to breathe!” Matthew cut in hurriedly, seeming to note the distress written across Arthur’s handsome face.

Despite Alfred’s obvious enthusiasm, Arthur was incredibly confused and more than a little angry. How could he act so excited and happy as if he hadn’t left Arthur alone and thinking he didn’t have a soulmate for most of his life? Rage was burning hot within him, forcing its way out of his body in the form of hot tears that gathered in the corner of his virescent eyes. Arthur finally gathered the courage to raise his head and look into his soulmate’s face for the first time, fixing him with a heated glare.

Alfred was grinning widely, his smile by far the most beautiful thing Arthur had ever seen. His eyes were a gorgeous, striking blue with flecks of gold and his thick lashes made them look even larger than they were. Excitement was clear in his expression, and yet there was something slightly off. Alfred wasn’t looking into Arthur’s face and rather at the top of his head, perhaps a little past him.

“Why did you never write back?” Arthur demanded, ignoring his soulmate’s confusing behavior. “I spent all this time thinking I had no one! I wrote to you every single night for years, begging you to respond to me! I-I thought I was destined to be alone forever, and you let me! How could you?!” He asked, immediately turning on his heel and making to run.

“Wait!” Matthew cried, pushing past Alfred to grab Arthur by the wrist. Arthur stopped, astonished, and whipped around to glare at him.

“Why the hell are you defending him?! Let go of me!” Arthur yanked his wrist out of Matthew’s strong hand, punctuating his action with a string of loud curse words.

“I’m blind!” Alfred suddenly shouted over Arthur, taking a few steps forward until his shoulder bumped against Matthew’s. “I’m so sorry, I-I know I must have hurt you, but I swear I didn’t mean to! Sometimes Mattie read them to me, but I could never respond because I don’t write very well. Please, please don’t go,” he begged, and Arthur noted with rapidly growing horror that tears had appeared in the corners of Alfred’s eyes too.

“You’re blind,” Arthur said, a stab of guilt cutting through him as he spoke. “Oh my god, you’re blind.”

Alfred’s cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he said, “I promise I didn’t mean to make you feel alone, and I understand if you’re still angry, but… Please don’t go.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Arthur asked, shaking his head rapidly. Tears were springing to his eyes again, but this time they were from relief. “Oh my god, I’m such an arse. I can’t believe I just yelled at you for being blind.”

“It’s okay,” Alfred said, a bit of laughter escaping him, “you’re kind of a hothead, aren’t you?”

Arthur’s cheeks flooded with heat, still feeling extremely guilty for his outburst. “Again, I apologize. If you’d give me a chance, I’d love to make a better second impression,” he said, and flashed a sheepishly apologetic smile at Matthew, who was watching the scene unfold.

Alfred beamed, his eyes still looking a little past Arthur. “Dude, I’m just glad you still want me,” he laughed. “You sounded pretty angry there for a second.”

Arthur couldn’t help but to laugh a little, years of hurt seeming to melt away within seconds when faced with Alfred’s carefree smile. “Of course I do.”

“In that case, would you mind if I felt your face? Nothing creepy, it’s just to get a sense of what you look like.”

“Of course,” Arthur said. Alfred raised his hands and Arthur took them gently in his own, guiding them to his face.

“You’re short,” Alfred said with a startled laugh. “Have I been looking past you this whole time?”

“It’s alright,” Arthur said, flushing when the American’s warm palms came to rest on his cheeks. Slowly, gently, Alfred’s hands moved across his face; when his thumb brushed along Arthur’s lips, he let out a little hum of appreciation that had Arthur going cherry red.

“You have soft skin,” Alfred mused. “What color?”

Arthur was half-tempted to lie, if only to make himself seem more attractive, but he knew that wouldn’t be fair. “Pale as a ghost and covered in freckles,” he sighed, resigned to his fate.

“Cute,” Alfred replied. “What color are your eyes?” He asked as he brushed his thumb gently along Arthur’s thick lashes.

“Green,” Arthur supplied.

“You’re really handsome.”

Arthur flushed. “Thank you. You are, too.”

Alfred’s smile widened. “Really?”

“Of course,” Arthur said, and there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in his voice. “You’re gorgeous.”

Alfred’s cheeks went delightfully red and he opened his mouth to say something back, only to stall when his fingers ran across Arthur’s thick eyebrows. “Holy shit, your eyebrows are huge!” He exclaimed loudly, still with a happy smile stuck upon his face.

Arthur was so lovestruck, he couldn’t even find it in him to be mad.

#aph #aph fic #usuk #usuk fic #soulmate au #hetalia #hetalia fic #arthur kirkland #alfred f jones #aph america #aph england #my writing #matthew williams #aph canada #hope y'all like this!!#i need to write more blind alfred he's so good

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rose-gold-romantic · 6 years ago

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Whatever It Takes:Chapter Three

A Loki x Reader based in the Tesseract fic universe! Avengers: Infinity War follow-up fic. Next in the Tesseract fic series. Links to Tesseract, Lokasenna, What Heroes Do, and Fidelity. Also to my AU Feel You.

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Just a forewarning, this one has a major POV shift from the past entries, since Reader was Dusted at the end of Fidelity! Keeping with my recent trend in fic titles, it’s named after a track on the official soundtrack. I also constantly watch this Video, and recommend it to hype you up! @malignentmac @fandomsfanman @i-am-supermerwholoked221b @markusstrayya @sincereleygmg @pandaqua @person-born-winchester

The days passed with a harrowingly slow pace, every hour feeling as a lifetime. Everyone in the compound was on edge, in their own stage of grief for the fallen, and anxiety for Danver’s return. Over two weeks had gone by, with no answer from Danvers.

Thor had settled in to a pattern that seemed a stronger version of behavior that I had seen before. His sole focus seemed externally to be finding the rest of the Asgardians, but I knew that he was grinding his proverbial axe for a rematch with Thanos. The guilt that he carried with him was nearly tangible, and my attempts at reassurance went without response. Thor would not resume any form of normalcy until Thanos had been brought to justice.

One night, as I continued monitoring the system we had scanning for the Asgardians, the ground began rumbling beneath my feet. I looked up to see Steve and Natasha both running towards the front doors, and I followed suit.

Bruce and Rhodey were already outside, and we slowed to a walk as we watched a spaceship slowly float to the ground, Danvers carrying it as she slowly descended. Pepper Potts ran out to stand with us, tears welling in her eyes. As the ship rested on the ground, the boarding ramp deployed, and two figures shuffled out.

Nebula supported Tony as they came out of the ship, and Steve ran up to help support Tony.

“I couldn’t stop him.” Tony breathed, his body thin, weak, and doubtless shutting down from lack of food and water.

“Neither could I.” Steve replied, frowning.

“I lost the kid.” Tony confessed, his distress evident.

“Tony,” Steve said, his usually calm composure beginning to crack, “We lost…”

“Is um-” Tony’s question was abruptly cut off by Pepper’s embrace.

“Oh my god.” She said, tears now falling in relief.

“Let’s get him inside.” Rhodey said, “We can talk shop in the morning.”

When morning arrived, we all gathered in the boardroom, sitting and standing around the table. Thor continued to seclude himself and sat in a seperate area, the rolls he had once denied now being consumed.

“It’s been 23 days since Thanos came to Earth.” Natasha said, explaining Earth’s predicament to Tony and Nebula. “World governments are in pieces. The parts that are still working are trying to take a census. And it looks like he did… exactly what he said he was going to do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures.”

“Where is he now?” Tony said, sitting in a wheelchair as an IV bag continued to drip, “Where?”

“We don’t know.” Steve answered. “He just opened a portal and walked through.”

“With the space stone at his disposal, he could be absolutely anywhere.” I clarified, capturing Tony’s attention.

“Are you guys sure I’m not dead?” Tony said, gesturing to me. “Last time I saw you, you tried to kill all of us. Now we’re all buddy-buddy?”

“There were several powers at play at that time,” I said carefully, “I do sincerely apologise for the destruction and injury I caused in New York. Thor and I have both come here in hopes of restoring our people’s lives, though our search for the remaining still continues.”

“Speaking of Thor what’s wrong with him?” Tony asked, gesturing to my brooding brother.

“Yea, he’s pissed.” Rocket replied, “He thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but there’s a lot of that goin’ around here, aint there?”

“Honestly, until this exact second, I thought you were a Build-A-Bear.” Tony said, startled.

“Maybe I am.” Rocked mumbled.

“We’ve been hunting Thanos for three weeks now.” Steve said, attempting to re-center the conversation. “Deep Space scans, satellites, and we’ve got nothing. Tony, you fought him.”

“Who told you that?” Tony snarked. “I didn’t fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while the Bleeker Street Magician gave away the stone. That’s what happened. There was no fight.”

“Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?” Steve pressed, our hope waning.

“I saw this a few years back, you know.” Tony griped, “I had a vision, I didn’t wanna believe it. I thought I was dreaming.”

“Tony, I’m gonna need you to focus.” Steve said, trying to prevent Tony from derailing the conversation further.

“And I needed you. As in past tense.” Tony said, his tone cutting and bitter. “That trumps what you need. It’s too late buddy. Sorry. You know what I need?” Tony stood up, shoving things off of the table. “I need to shave. And I remember telling you, Cap.”

Tony moved to hit Steve, but not before Rhodey and myself restrained him.

“Tony, Tony, Tony, stop!” Rhodey said, trying to calm his friend.

“Otherwise what we needed was a suit of armor around the world.” Tony continued, his tone harsher with ever word. “Remember that? Whether it impacted our ‘precious freedom’ or not- that’s what we needed!”

“Well, that didn’t work out, did it?” Steve said, his throat constricted and tight.

“I said, ‘we’ll lose’. You said, ‘We’ll do that together too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost.” Tony spat. “You weren’t there. But that’s what we do, right? Our best work, after the fact? We’re the Avengers, we’re the Avengers. Not the Prevengers, right?”

“Okay, you made your point.” Rhodes stressed, “Just sit down, ok?”

“Nah, nah, nah.” Tony insisted, shoving Rhodey and myself away. “Here’s my point.”

“Sit down!” Rhodey repeated.

“She’s great, by the way.” Tony said, gesturing to Danvers as his breathing became more and more labored. “We need you. You’re new blood.”

“Tony!”

“Bunch of tired old mills!” Tony continued, “I got nothing for you, cap. I got no coordinates, no clues, no plan, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.”

Steve’s face fell, Tony’s continued attacks wearing down his usually collected exterior. As the one-time friends continued to stare at each other, Tony ripped his ARC reactor from his chest, shoving it into Steve’s hand.

“Here, take this.” Tony spat through labored breaths, “You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”

Tony collapsed to the ground, exhausted after the stress of the argument.

“Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed as Steve, himself, and I all gathered around Tony to support him.

“I’m fine.” Tony breathed, “I…” Tony lost consciousness, and Steve and I carried him to a hospital style bed in another room.

Bruce set up a new IV for Tony, and Pepper came in to his room to be with him as Rhodey left and came in to the conference room once more.

“Bruce gave him a sedative.” Rhodey said, “He’s gonna be out for the rest of the day.”

“You guys take care of him.” Danvers said, “And I’ll bring Xorrian Elixir when I come back.”

“Where are you going?” Natasha asked.

“To kill Thanos.” Danvers replied coolly.

“Hey, you know, we usually work as a team around here.” Natasha said, causing Danvers to take pause. “Between you and I, we’re also a little fragile.”

“We realize that this is more of your territory.” Steve said, “But this is our fight too.”

“Do you even know where he is?” Rhodey contested, irritated.

“I know people who might.” Danvers replied, optimistic.

“Don’t bother.” Nebula said from the doorway. “I can tell you where Thanos is. Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. Then when he worked, he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him. I’d ask, “where would we go once his plan was complete?”. His answer was always the same: To the Garden.”

“That’s cute.” Rhodey scoffed. “Thanos has a retirement plan.”

“So where is he then?” Steve asked.

“Rocket, show them.” Nebula said, and Rocket nodded before leaping up onto the table.

“When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for a power surge of ridiculously cosmic proportions.” Rocket said, a hologram of Earth appearing above the table. “No one’s ever seen anything like it… Until two days ago.”

The hologram shifted, showing another planet with a shockwave traversing the surface. “On this planet.”

“Thanos is there.” Nebula confirmed.

“He used the stones again.” Natasha said, inspecting the hologram.

“Hey, hey, we’d be going in short-handed, you know.” Bruce cautioned.

“Look, he’s still got the stones, so…” Rhodey added.

“So let’s get him.” Danvers suggested, “We’ll use them to bring everyone back.”

“Just like that?” Rhodey questioned.

“Yea, Just like that.” Steve said.

“Even if there’s a small chance that we can undo this,” Natasha said, “I mean we owe it to everyone who’s not in this room to try.”

My mind raced with the thought of having (Y/N) back with me, holding her again, being able to tell her how much I loved her. My heart ached for the chance, for the idea of being able to rectify the grave wrong.

“If we do this, how do we know it’s gonna end any differently than it did before?” Bruce countered.

“Because before, you didn’t have me.” Danvers explained, her composure cool and collected.

“Hey, new girl, everyone here is about that superhero life. Even the ex-villain over here.” Rhodey said, gesturing over to me. “And if you don’t mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?”

“There are a lot of other planets in the universe.” She replied, “And unfortunately, they didn’t have you guys.”

Thor rose from his bench, walking over to face Danvers. He held his hand up to summon Stormbreaker, and it flew across the room, soaring into his hands and missed Danver’s face by mere inches. She didn’t flinch, and instead smirked at my brother with a knowing look.

“I like this one.” Thor said, finishing the roll he had been eating earlier.

“Let’s go get this son of a bitch.” Steve said, nodding.

#loki #loki x reader #fanfiction #endgame #whatever it takes #marvel #romance #self insert #tesseract #rose gold romantic

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self-indulgence-with-tea · 6 years ago

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#SSVDay 19 Prompt 8 - Pirates and Royalty AU (feat. Daisy Fitzroy)

{Back with another fic for @jocelynships self ship Valentine’s Day prompts! Not gonna lie, I had a hard time with this one. Had a basic idea for what I wanted to write, but not really any plot and so few of my F/Os fit the dynamic. But I still think I got something pretty decent from it. Enjoy!}

Given the sort of day they’d had been having, being locked up in the brig of a pirate ship surely wasn’t the worst possible thing to happen to Emile. No, in fact, nothing could have been worse than witnessing the redcoats stretch their father’s neck for treachery and conspiracy over breakfast, but now wasn’t the sort of time to be dwelling on what awful events that had transpired in the last twenty-four hours were worse.

Or maybe now, behind bars and left to rot, they had all the time in the world to dwell on misfortune. Only child of a wealthy and relatively progressive lord in the Americas and they were stuck with pirates, of all things. Pirates who, by the looks of it, barely knew how to pirate. What sort of pirates demanded legal reform in exchange for a kidnapped royal? Not that Emile would be worth that much in ransom, anyway. As stated, their father and local lord was “progressive” and hung for it. The colonies wouldn’t want back his treacherous kin.

No, the demands would not be met for the sake of Emile’s life and freedom, that much was certain. What was uncertain was what these pirates would do with them once they found that out.

“Captain on deck!” The call rang out above them, accompanied by the clamber of shipmates scrambling to salute their captain. A silence followed, broken only by the sound of the ocean outside, the creaking of the wooden ship, and the deliberate footsteps of a single individual. If Emile had to guess by footstep alone, the captain would be a determined and authoritative man, governing his ship with a tight hold and strategy.

The steps slowly got louder, clunking heavily on the stairs to the orlop, where the crew’s quarters were kept. Soon enough, they were right above the entry to the hold and Emile’s breath hitched.

The captain was coming down to the brig. They weren’t prepared in the slightest, but decided to bluff it out, keep a straight face and a stiff upper lip. It couldn’t be too hard. They’d faced down far more fearsome soldiers in their time.

Emile, however, didn’t quite expect who had come down the short steps to the hold. A young woman with dark skin and well-minded dreadlocks in her hair stood before them, dressed head to toe in aged leather and cloth and armed to the teeth with guns and knives, and that was just what they could see in the dark of their cell. Bluffing to a woman so beautiful and intimidating was going to be a fair bit harder than they’d imagined.

“So you’re the young heir we picked up at the last stop in Port Price, eh? I am Daisy Fitzroy, captain of this vessel, the Vox Populi. You will address me as Captain Fitzroy only and by no other name. Am I clear?”

Emile was almost shocked into silence, impacted by her authority. Suddenly remembering their voice, they stammered out, “Y-yes, ma’a- I mean, Captain Fitzroy.”

Captain Fitzroy nodded, not seeming to fault them for the stutter. “Good. Now, let’s talk about what your purpose here on my ship is. Doubt first mate DeWitt filled you in entirely.”

Emile shook their head, biting their lip. “I-I did get some, Captain Fitzroy… Just not all…”

“Then allow me to fill ya in on somethin’ dire. We may be pirates, but we ain’t runnin’ amok, causin’ mayhem for no good reason.”

“Do you mean to tell me you have a good reason for kidnapping me?”

“Ya want the truth, smart mouth?”

Emile flinched, but nodded. They had been rather cheeky with her, hadn’t they.

“We wasn’t kidnappin’ you. We was rescuin’ you.”

They looked to Captain Fitzroy with bewildered disbelief. “R… rescued me? From what, precisely?”

The captain only chuckled. “Ain’t it obvious? Lord Godwin ain’t exactly the only Godwin in town and they had another loop bein’ tied. Just big enough for your pretty little neck.”

Emile stiffened. “I knew what awaited me. Conspirators must hang. The condemned have no place in the colonies.”

“And where do ya think the condemned go when they don’t hang, hm?

Silence thickened the air more than the salt of the sea. “What is it you want from me?”

“Just a Godwin smart enough to join the right side.”

“And what of your legal reform?”

“Same ends, different means. ‘Course, my crew is wary of ya. Says ya can’t teach a white dog new tricks. If you’re willin’ to help me prove them wrong; if you aim for that social ladder to fall; if you believe in the rights of the people, join the Vox.”

“And if I don’t?”

Captain Fitzroy pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the center of Emile’s forehead, right between the bars. “Then there’s no use for ya on board my vessel. You were keen on goin’ before. You keen on it now?”

A pause settled into the air before Emile leaned forward, the cold steel of the pistol’s barrel pressing against their head. A slow grin split their face; tentative, but sure as sin. “Consider this Godwin on your side.”

Captain Fitzroy smirked, flipping the pistol in her hand so that the handle was pointed towards Emile. They took it carefully and checked the rounds. “No bullets?”

“You have the right blood in ya. Knew you couldn’t say no. Really, heir, you’re a pirate, through and through.”

“Em.”

Captain Fitzroy paused. “What?”

They shrugged. “New life, new name. Emile was a passive lord’s heir. Em’s a pirate.”

“Not the most creative type, are ya?”

“Not with names, no, but it’ll do in a pinch.”

Captain Daisy Fitzroy took the keyring off the hook by the stairs, unlocking and opening the cell door. “Then welcome aboard the Vox Populi, Em.”

#ssvday19 #daisy fitzroy #f/o #self ship #self insert

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clown-bait · 7 years ago

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Monster Christmas PT2 (Monster Roommate AU)

Ice skating Penny! I’ve been so excited to post this guys you have no idea. He’s basically Bambi during that winter scene but a giant killer monster trying to hunt. Its so pure. Also two monsters having a bloodly snow ball fight and making horrible macabre jokes like two giant NERDS. I love them they’re OTP.

Monster Christmas Part 2

Pennywise the Figure Skating Clown

“Oh there you two are I was about to come look for you but I got caught up having a lovely conversation with your Uncle Bob! He's going to show me around town tomorrow so you two can go to work!” Leech’s mom smiled happily at them. She really was the cutest mom.

“Yeah we ran into him on the way back from our um… smoke break…” Leech pulled at the bottom of her dress.

“Ugh Lucy darling you know I detest that habit of yours.”

“Its a hard habit to quit.” Robert gave her a wicked grin and she elbowed him hard.

“‘I’m calling a cab. Well drop you off at the hotel mom we’re uh we’re going to…”

“Grab a drink?”

“Oh look at you two! Finishing each others sentences! So adorable!”

The two monsters both blushed. “Mom! D-dont”

“Well you have to come up to my room I brought my home made lemon cookies the ones you loved when you were a kid!”

Leech whined realizing she cant indulge in her favorite treat. “We’ll take them to go.” Gray smiled

———

“Wull eh offishully loff your mofer” Robert popped the last of an entire box of cookies into his mouth.

“You're just saying that because she fed you”

“You never feed me!”

“I bring you snacks all the time”

“Yeah as bribes!! And then its “Penny don't eat Randy he tips well. Pen will you help me make food I can’t even eat for some dumb holiday that worships a bird. Oh Penny never mind eat Randy for me he's tipping Sandy more. You were perfectly capable of eating Randy yourself you know!”

“The “Randy incident” does not need to be brought back up” she growled shuffling her feet in the snow.

“Do you know what he was afraid of?!”

“Are we really doing this?”

“VAMPIRES LEECH! I literally just turned into you!”

She paused and turned to him.

“Wait why me specifically?”

“I don’t know….. maybe I like the way you look when you get, as you say, hangry”

“Aww really?!” her face lit up like a christmas tree.

“Yeah yeah enjoy the compliment……lazy bloodsucker…”

“Awwww Penny” she stopped and hugged him tight. Robert rolled his eyes and pulled her into him.

“Don’t let it go to your head.” he smiled into her wig

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He brought her to the town square and paused to look at the giant tree in the center. They saw other couples drifting around the ice rink together, blissfully unaware of the monsters watching them.

“You know, I bet you'd be killer at ice skating.” Leech gave him a sly grin

“Why’s that?”

“Its like dancing but on blades.”

“Go on…”

“Not the kind you're thinking of….. but I suppose you could kill someone with them if you got creative…”

“Hmmm… we should try it.”

“Ice skating or murder with ice skates?”

“Both!”

“Yeah because that would go over so well.”

“Fine! We’ll just do the boring part” he grabbed her hand and rushed to get in line.

—————-

“Ok so I haven't actually done this in years. Last time I did was with Adam and I nearly broke my leg…”

Robert growled at the mention of her ex. Leech gave his arm a shove “Oh stop you got to rip him apart be happy. If it makes you feel any better I'm already having a way… better.. time….” they both paused to watch a beautiful young girl drift by with hunger.

“Dibs! I call dibs!” she elbowed him.

“You already ate tonight!” he hissed “You know I’ll just take it from you anyway.”

“That’s not how dibs works”

“As if I care. Alright lets make it a game then, who ever lures her first wins.”

“You are so on.” the nosferatu licked her lips and grinned.

“Um sir I don’t think we carry your size skate…” the attendant pointed at the disguised clowns massive feet. Leech snorted and Robert gave her a shove.

“Its ok I brought my own” he smiled

“Hey! Hey Rob! Robert! Brobert!” she elbowed him over and over till he turned to look at her.

“What!?”

“You wanna know why people are terrified of clowns?”

“I’m going to regret this aren't I?” he sighed “Fine, why?”

“The bigger the feet, the bigger the dick!” she snorted again and banged on the railing.

“Did you- did you just compliment my dick size?” his face became slightly pink

Leech wheezed at her own terrible dick joke. “Hey, I aint wrong big boy!” she gave him a flirty wink Robert turned bright red in embarrassment. “I cant take you anywhere.” he grumbled.

They sat down and Gray materialized skates onto his feet. Leech snickered as she laced hers up.

“What?” he glared.

“You're so going to fall on your ass.”

“Am not!”

“Have you ever skated before?”

“How hard can it be” she saw him put weight on the blades under his feet and watched as his knee wiggled off balance.

“I'm going to totally win”

Robert stood up attempting to intimidate her only to wobble and catch himself on a ledge. Leech snorted with laughter.

“D-dont laugh at me!”

“Oh my god you're like a baby deer trying to stand!”

“S-stop I am the alpha predator! AAHH” he fell to the side and opened his legs wide to stabilize himself.

“This is golden and we’re not even on the ice yet!”

She left him to go skate around on her own. He sneered and giggled when Leech wobbled a bit as well but as soon as she got the hang of it she was gliding around with ease. “You coming Bambi?”

“Why are you calling me that? Don't call me that.”

“Because I know you’re going to spend half the time trying to stand the fuck back up.”

He growled and attempted to enter the ice rink watching the girl they were both competing to lure. He instantly slid sideways and latched onto the wall in embarrassment hearing an all too familiar cackle from behind him. “How are you so good at standing on ice! Tell me!” he snarled

“Good? me? Pleeeaase they always picked me last for hockey when I was a kid.” she frowned at the memory and sighed. “Come here ruffles I’ll help you.” The vampire drifted over to the wall and hoisted him to his feet. “Hang on to the ledge for a bit and watch my feet.” she showed him the way to push forward and he watched her movements. “Go slow. I know how you like to rush things” Robert nodded and copied her with eyes trained on those pretty little legs. She turned around so she was skating backwards and started showing off “Not too bad! Still awkward as hell though!” Leech teased, suddenly she fell back when she hit the wall and Gray unable to stop crashed on top of her. They both looked at the compromising position they were in and Leech let a slight blush creep onto her face before they both burst out laughing. “Oh god we’re terrible at this!” she wheezed “I bet that chick is laughing her ass off at us” Gray’s laughter died down and he lovingly placed his hand on her rib cage. The young vampire’s lips parted and her breathing deepened. Everything around them seemed to just melt away.

“It seems like I'm ill equipped to hunt in winter.” he chuckled. “I’ll need to practice”

“You accidentally caught me though, that good enough?” she gripped his coat and pulled him closer.

“Mmm I’d say its better” his eyes changed color as he leaned into her, his cold hand cupping her cheek. Leech closed her eyes and craned her neck to meet him their lips inches away from one another until they were interrupted by an angry female voice. “Hey Romeo and Juliet! Get up or get a room I'm working on my routine here” they both turned to find the girl they were trying to hunt standing over them with her hands on her hips. Robert gave Leech a sly grin. “Time for you to lose little hunter!” he hissed “How rude of us to get in your way miss! My apologies!” he turned and attempted to hoist himself up the girls eyes grew wide when she saw the handsome man before her leaning on the wall for support. “Say I'm quite bad at this and you seem to have great skill care to help?” his eyes flashed hungry yellow. “Wh-what about your girlfriend?”

“What girlfriend?” he grinned making the memory of Leech and him disappear from the girls mind. His victim smiled and beckoned him to follow her.

“Oh you dick!” Leech growled “PLAY FAIR ASSHOLE”

“Like you were ever going to play fair in the first place darling.” he smirked awkwardly pushing himself along the wall away with her target.

“Ok you may have a point…but still!” she snarled and stood up fine if he wanted to play dirty she’d be more than happy to get dirty. Leech buttoned her coat up tighter and scraped the ice with the blade of her skates making a pile of white powder. She grinned and looked over at Robert who was leading the girl to an exit his eyes glowing bright like candles. The vampire stood up and skated over to him as fast as she could manage she skidded her skates so a spray of powder hit him on the back. She heard the disguised clown snarl and turn, thats when Leech nailed him with a ball of ice on the side of the head. “YOU LITTLE BRAT!” he roared and the vampire howled with laughter. Robert scooped up some of the ice shavings around him and lobbed a giant ice ball at Leech’s face. He grinned triumphantly while the vampire shook the ice out of her wig.

“Um hello?” the girl asked as the two disguised monsters glared at each other.

“Not now Ashley” Gray snarled preparing to wipe the sly smirk off his lovers face.

“H-how did you know my name?”

He paused and looked over to his victim. “You must of mentioned it on the way over here or something.”

Robert turned back to Leech but she was gone, vanished into the other skaters.

He grumbled something to himself and pushed his victim away from the crowd “Hey careful! I’m a finalist in the skating competition!”

“You think I care?” Robert arched his brow and pulled her behind a store where he backed her into a corner.

“Oh mister you’re too rough~”

“You have no idea” his eyes began to shine.

“I bet you like it rough too.” the girl grabbed at his belt buckle. Robert raised his brow unamused. He was about to mock her when he heard a familiar hissing from above him, his golden eyes trailed up long black gnarled claws till they locked onto two terrifying orbs of moonlight. They watched each other with intensity as the girl fumbled with his belt. He knew she was getting jealous and seeing his vampire get so worked up made his eyes shine even more. Robert gave Leech a victory smirk and a white gloved hand grabbed the girl by the throat. He began to squeeze the life out of the poor girl while practically eye fucking the vampire watching from above. Ashley screamed and his other hand covered her mouth. “That wont do you any good little miss Muffet. No one can hear you right now” his disguise melted away into the clown she screamed again “That was your favorite rhyme when you were little wasn't it? Little miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and way! hahahahaha!” he sang in a demented voice as horrible black claws creeped down the side of the building and a low churr filled the air. The clown removed his gloved hand from her mouth Ashley was hyperventilating now and tears streamed down her face. A new sickening voice whispered in her ear dripping with venom “then along came a spider who sat down beside her” The poor girl turned and was met with the face of skeletal bat like creature. The beast opened her fang filed mouth to let a long raspberry colored tongue drag along the girls face. Pennywise purred with delight. “And frightened miss Muffet away.” He sang his is mouth opened up and thousands of black spiders poured out of it onto his victims face and chest. The girl let out a primal screech of sheer terror.

The spiders on her vanished into shadowy smoke. Pennywise charged forward and ripped at the girls body creating a hole so big it nearly tore her in half. Leech sat on her wall and watched the life fade from her eyes as blood fell turning the white snow beneath them red.

“Sometimes I forget how dangerous you can be” she mused while she observed him rip the body into pieces tossing some in a pile to save for later. Penny looked up from his meal and grunted in approval. The vampire crawled off the wall and sneered at the corpse.

“You got jealous didn't you” the clown grinned face covered in gore.

“Shut up you won the game don't rub it in.”

“Aww my little hunter is a sore loser!”

“I just didn't like the way she touched you” Leech grumbled.

Pennywise chuckled a bit digging in the torso of his victim till he found what he was looking for. “I got something that will make you feel better!”

“What?”

He held out the humans heart in one large gloved hand dramatically dropping on one knee mocking a human proposal “Take my heart love!” he let out a burst of laughter at his macabre joke. Leech snorted and put her hands on her knees gasping for air while the two of them had a giggle fit over the warm mangled corpse. “You fucking nerd” she scooped up some blood stained snow and threw it at him. It hit Penny in the chest and the clown growled. “Oh naughty naughty little hunter! Now you've really done it!” he grabbed a much bigger snow ball and lobbed it at her laughing when the force of it nearly knocked her down. The vampire hissed and threw one of her own hitting the clown between the eyes. He shook the snow off his face while his ruffles jingled like sleigh bells in the night.

Leech walked over to him and picked up a strip of meat from the carcass. “May I?”

“Hmm you may. You might be earning it in a bit though.” Pennywise grinned wickedly.

“Thats a win-win for me.” the vampire rolled out her tongue and sucked the flesh, making sure the clown could see. he huffed “Dirty little thing, trying to tease Ol’ Pennywise”

“You already teased me plenty in that other alleyway.” she said mouth full of meat.

“I never planned on stopping.” he grumbled, turning to the corpse

She finished her last bite and silently stalked over to him her footsteps light and soundless like an owl’s wings. She tried to creep behind him but the clowns eyes were already shining gold in the night. When her arms snaked around his torso he switched their locations suddenly they were in the sewer and Leech had fallen off of him with a thud the corpse from their dessert landing next to her.

“Ow hey Pen!”

“Look who's falling on their ass now!” he laughed at her. “Shoulda known better than to sneak up on the likes of me little hunter.”

“There a reason you brought me here? Or are we just going to chit chat all night”

“So eager I love it!” he chuckled reaching out and pulling her into him. “don't worry little one you'll get me soon, I want to have some more fun first.” Leech smirked at him and snaked her hand up his chest.

“Such as?”

“How about a little role play hmm?” he leaned down to meet her gaze and smell her arousal.

“Oh you kinky bastard~” Leech snickered as he nipped the top side of her face.

“You be the fox little hunter and I’ll be the hound.” he chuckled darkly “If I catch you I get to tear you apart”

“And if I get away?” she nipped at his nose

“You’re not going to love” he growled. “I always catch my prey.”

Leech kissed him with a snarl “Come and get me then.” she whispered against his lips.

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LOOK AT THESE TWO CUTE ASS DORKS! They're having such a good time being fluffy af and dismembering people! Also people tend to forget that Pennywise tore Betty Ripsom in half, he didnt just bite her once he probably ripped her apart while she was still alive man. The clown is fucking brutal. I want to explore that a bit more since Leech is a lot more like a paper shredder that will strike up a casual convo while torturing you (she’ll be breaking an arm and go “Oh hey thats a cool shirt what size are you? I think I’m going to keep that when I’m done!”) while Penny’s more like a grizzly bear wood chipper that will dismember you alive while giggling to himself. They both get off on it though, its their shared hobby.

#pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise x oc #pennywise x reader #it fanfiction #monster roommate au

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sweetnestor · 8 years ago

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You Look Happier | Chapter 1

university au, teamiplier + jack

platonic/romance/angst/(smut at one point but it’ll only be on ao3)

PREVIOUS FIC: Stone Cold

song choice (should I keep doing this?): ~i actually aint got a song to go with this chapter~

I could still feel the loud bass pumping along with my heartbeat. It wasn’t there, I could just feel the memory of it. What I could actually feel was the hard surface I was lying facedown on. I also felt something wet on my face. It smelled, too.

When I realized it was my own vomit, I picked my head up immediately. My eyes squinted at the harsh sunlight, and my head was pounding. I pushed myself up and away from my pool of sick. I was barefoot, and I was cold. I hugged myself, shivering. My wallet and phone were gone as well. It was just me and the clothes on my back.

I was in an alley, hopefully still in LA. I couldn’t remember how the hell I got here, and I didn’t really care. I didn’t feel anxiety sinking into my veins. Figured it was best to get home.

Thankfully, I was in a part of town I recognized. I knew the way back to my apartment, but it was a long walk. Whatever, maybe I would mysteriously die along the way. Now that I was awake, nauseous and without any distraction but my own thoughts, I realized I missed being unconscious. I wasn’t worrying about anything, and all the bad stuff had gone away for a while. Maybe once I found Sophie and Aria, we could do it again.

I got back to my apartment sometime later. I had a small flashback of leaving here with the two girls. Thanks for ditching me, guys. Then again, they weren’t babysitting me, they just wanted to have fun. Shaking the thought, I reached for the doorknob and was surprised to find it unlocked.

The small pang of fear was the only emotion I felt when I walked inside, aside from the apathy. My keys were probably stolen and now I was walking into a robbery. Cool.

Then, everything felt like it was going in slow motion. I didn’t even process a body colliding into mine, until I realized it was Jack, and even then I didn’t react. I just stood there, confused, as he hugged me tight. He was saying something to me, but I couldn’t hear anything.

He wasn’t alone, either. Mark came up right behind Jack, hugging me as well once I was free. Again, I didn’t really react, even when I saw Ethan’s face, along with Sophie and Aria. What?

“Guys, give her space,” said Jack, but it sounded muffled and far away.

I felt weird. My body felt out of place. Something was going on inside. Something was very, very wrong.

“Bella? Say something.”

That was when I ran to the kitchen sink and threw up. Someone came up behind me and held my hair back, despite that it was probably caked up in my puke from earlier. Usually, I’d be mortified, but instead I was just aware of my lack of emotion.

As soon as it was all out of my system, things felt a little more clear. I mean, I couldn’t remember where I had gone, or if Jack was even here when I left. But my mind felt a little less foggy. Still no emotion, though.

“What day is it?” I asked honestly.

“January second,” said Jack, who had been holding my hair back. I noticed everyone else had gone from the scene. “You were gone for two days. I came back as soon as Sophie told me you were missing. Where the fuck were you?”

Why would he come back? I was fine. I was alive. I didn’t need him to babysit me. I didn’t need his help.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m fine,” I said, pushing past him and making my way to my room.

The other four were in the living room. Mark was standing, while Ethan, Sophie, and Aria were on the couch. They all watched me. I knew I looked like a mess, but the mood felt really stern and serious. Mark was giving me a hard look. Sophie looked guilty. Aria was giving me pity. Ethan just looked sad. I turned to Jack, who was going over to join them. I also saw my wallet and phone on the table, so that was one less thing to worry about.

“Why are you all here?” I asked.

“You have no idea how worried we’ve been,” Jack began.

“Worry doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Mark added. “Bella, we were about to call the police. What the hell happened? Where did you go?”

“I went out for New Year’s,” I replied softly.

“She was with us,” Aria explained. “Me, Bella, and Sophie got together. We pregamed a little too hard before leaving because I don’t even remember where we went. But I know you left your phone and wallet with me because I had the biggest purse.”

“And then I said I would take you home,” Sophie continued. “It was already late, and Aria left before us. You were really keen on partying til the sun came up. You got lost, I’m so sorry.”

“The next morning - or yesterday, I came here to return your stuff, but you weren’t here. I asked Sophie if you had stayed with her, and when she said no, we called Jack.”

Some of it felt familiar. I did remember the two of them coming over. Things got more and more blurry with every drink I had. There was a lot of grinding on strangers in a club, which now made me want to be sick again. Apparently, Sophie was responsible for making sure I got home okay.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you let me down,” I spat, glaring at the blonde.

“Oh, cut the crap!” Mark snapped, stepping forward. “You were gone for two days! You went out, reckless and drunk! Do you know how damn lucky you are to be alive?”

No one said anything. He was right: I never did things like this. I wasn’t in my right mind. Before I could start sobbing right there, I turned and went into my room.

“Bella!” Mark called.

“Let her go,” Jack told him.

Tearing up, I went into the bathroom and stripped off my worn out clubbing clothes. I had lost my bra somewhere along in the last couple of days as well. Why did I do this? Why was I like this? I took a shower, getting rid of the gunk in my hair. I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing loudly.I crouched down, doubled over by the sudden wave of regret and despair.

When that subsided, I got dressed in more comfortable clothes, ready to go to bed. But when I got out of the bathroom, I found Jack sitting on my bed. This wasn’t over, apparently.

“Are they still here?” I asked.

“Yes,” he told me. “We’re all worried.”

“Well, stop. It was one night.”

Jack hesitated. “It was two, actually. Sophie told me you hadn’t come home, so I called Mark and Ethan to see if they had heard from you. What was I supposed to do? Wait for you to turn up dead?”

That hit a nerve. “Maybe it would have been better that way!”

“Don’t say-”

“Did you know I went out as a distraction?” I laughed spitefully. “I was getting suicidal again! So I went out and had fun to take my mind off of it! I’m sorry I was trying to keep myself alive!”

“Why don’t you tell me these things?” Jack raised his voice slightly. “Why don’t you tell anyone anything? Are you happy this way?”

“No, but-”

“Then why do you insist on making yourself miserable? Why do you feel the need to self-destruct instead of just talking about it?”

“You know why!” I yelled.

Jack was stunned into silence. He looked at me for a second, and then he turned on his heel, harshly opened the door, and walked out of my room.

I couldn’t let my tone of words sink in for too long, because Sophie entered the room. She gently shut the door and leaned back against it.

“I know I’m the last person you want to see,” she started.

“Then why are you here?” I asked in response, my blood boiling.

“Just listen to me,” she firmly said. Then she paused. “I had no idea it was this bad. I didn’t know you tried to… end your life. But I know you’re better than this, and you’re worth more than this. And I’m so sorry I’ve been a terrible friend, but I promise that I’ll be here for you. Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly listen to you and help you through all of this.”

My arms were folded and I refused to look at her. Why would I believe her? Why should I do this?

“It sounds like you’re doing this for your benefit,” I said. “So that way, if I do kill myself, you won’t feel guilty for not doing anything. Whatever helps you sleep at night, I guess.”

“Don’t say that,” she softly said. Clearly that hit home for her. “I’m here because I’ve known you for almost two years and I realize you never wanted to open up-”

“Because everything is always about you. Didn’t seem like you cared. I know you probably didn’t want to take me home the other night, and I didn’t expect you to. I swear, the only other person you care about is Aria. And that’s fine. You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to.”

Sophie remained quiet. I heard her sniff before the door opened again. “I do care,” she whispered before leaving.

I crawled into bed after that. Tears were filling my eyes again, staining my pillow. I wanted to stay under the covers, but the sound of my door closing made me sit up again.

This time, it was Aria. “I know how you feel.”

Here we fucking go. Let’s see what bullshit she spews out.

“When I broke up with my boyfriend, I lost myself completely,” she went on, sitting at the foot of my bed. “I shut out Sophie, my roommate, and my other friends. I… I slept with other people and went off the radar for days at a time. Hell, I failed all but one of my classes last year. It took a lot of time, but I feel like myself again. It’ll be the same for you.”

I looked at her in disbelief. “Are your parents in your life?”

Aria gave me a confused look, but she nodded.

“Have you ever lived in your car because none of your family member wanted to take you in?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “What does this-”

“Did you try to kill yourself after a breakup?”

“No. Bella, I-”

“Then you don’t know how I feel,” I snapped. “It’s not about the breakup. It’s the fact that I’m so unstable that something so small in the grand scheme of things has the ability to destroy me. The smallest thing going wrong will make me collapse. Okay, yeah, you slutted it up and got depressed after your breakup! That’s considered normal! Fuck, I wish I could be like that! I wish I could be slut!”

Aria stood up, looking hurt. “You don’t get to act like this because bad things have happened to you. And you don’t have to stay fragile. There will be a part of you that will always be broken because of what life has given to you. But you have the ability to bounce back, too.”

And she left. Only two people remained that hadn’t talked to me yet. I wasn’t going to budge. I wasn’t capable of being fixed. They didn’t deserve to deal with me.

I was crying again when Ethan came in. His presence was the most confusing. What business did he have being here? I was a mess, I wasn’t pretty or mysterious or anything he could possibly want. Why would he be here?

“Hey, Bella,” he greeted as he closed the door.

I quickly wiped at my eyes, refusing to look at him. What could I possibly say to him?

“As soon as Jack called me, I didn’t know what to think,” he said.

Good to know.

He stood there, looking around my room. Then he took a step forward. “You know we just want you to be happy. Please… just listen to us. Or, listen to me. Just one person.”

The tone of his voice made me cry again. He sounded so gentle and soft, like he was sad that this was happening.

“I want you to be happy,” he said. “I want you to want happiness. Trust me, it’s not always going to be like this. The only thing you can do from here is try to build yourself up. And we’re all here to help you. I’m here for you, because I care about you.”

It hurt more hearing it from him. He was seeing me as I was, my true self. A horrible, disturbing, hopeless case. I couldn’t be happy, it would only get taken away from me. I wasn’t meant to be happy.

“Bella, it’s okay.” Ethan came over and sat next to me. He placed his hand on my arm as I cried, another surprising gesture. Why wasn’t he repulsed? Why wasn’t he sick of me? Clearly, I wasn’t in any shape or form to date him anymore. Why wasn’t he moving on?

“You don’t have to be here,” I told him, trying to compose myself.

“I want to,” he reassured, now holding my hand. “I’m here for you, and I’m not leaving until I know you’re going to get some help.”

“I’m already seeing a shrink, what more do you want?” I snapped, raising my voice. I yanked my hand away from his and got out of bed. Suddenly, I had a need to get away from him. He was suffocating.

“Talk to me! Trust me!” he replied in a similar tone. He got to his feet as well, stepping towards me. “Or talk to Jack or Mark or anyone else who’s here! Please, we just want you to be happy! I want you to be happy! Just let me help you…”

I stepped back, leaning against the wall by the closet. “I don’t want you here! You deserve better than this! Why are you here?”

Ethan only stepped closer, and I only shook my head in disbelief. My sobs muffled into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me. Why was he doing this? He was worth more than the exhaustion of trying to fix something that was broken. He deserved someone who wouldn’t fight with him over happiness. He deserved someone who would love him without question.

“I know,” he said gently, placing his hand on the back of my head. “I know it’s hard.”

I gave in and threw my arms around his middle, sobbing even harder. My whole body was shaking, but he was keeping me on my feet. I was absolutely mortified that he was the one having to deal with this, but the crying wouldn’t stop. I just wanted to hold onto him as I cried.

If he was going to stay, was this how it would be? Would I just cry and cry, and he would just hold me…? Would I remain broken while he went off to do great things?

When my tears subsided, I leaned back, looking down. I couldn’t look at him. I could never look him in the eye again. That was when Mark entered the room. Not this again, I was tired enough as it is. He gestured for us to come out to the living room.

“No!” I cried shakily. “I don’t want to do this anymore! I don’t want this!”

“You just have to listen,” Ethan told me, placing his hand on the small of my back. “Please… please, Bella.”

“Or would you rather we all come in here?” Mark offered, his voice stern.

I sighed irritably and dragged my feet out of the room with the two guys in tow. Jack, Aria, and Sophie were sat on the couch. I noticed red eyes and used tissues, and it broke my heart. They were upset because of me, they all were. I caused this whole mess. When will it end? When will I stop being like this?

“I called your therapist,” Jack said. “You and I are going tomorrow.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you can’t keep doing this. You’re obviously not happy living like this, and I can’t leave you by yourself,” he explained.

I rolled my eyes, angry all over again. “Oh my god, it’s not like I tried to kill myself!”

“But you’re reckless,” Mark added. “Yes, you only went out once, but we’re catching this before it spins even more out of control.”

“Well, I’ve already lost control, so…”

“It doesn’t mean you have to stay like that,” Jack said firmly. “You’re allowed to feel what you do, you’re allowed to have emotions. But you can’t mope around and feel sorry for yourself anymore. You’re worth more than this, and I want you to be able to trust me, or at least any of us here.”

“I trust you,” I said.

“Then why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this again?” Jack sounded more upset than caring. “Why did you tell me you were okay when you weren’t?”

“You have to break this cycle,” Mark added when I remained silent. “You need to learn to trust again. Everything that happened to you is in the past. You have people here who want to help you, none of us want to hurt you.”

“But you did,” I said back.

It was dead silent until Aria said, “That’s not the point here. Every person in this room cares about you in some way. You’ll be okay. Please don’t just sit there and do nothing.”

“You didn’t die,” Jack went on. “You tried to kill yourself before, and it failed for a reason. You’re meant to be here. I know you had other intentions when you went out, but you need to understand how much danger you put yourself in. And again, you’re obviously not happy.”

I didn’t know what to say anymore. I felt like I was being cornered. He wasn’t wrong, though. I wasn’t happy, but I didn’t know how to change it. I didn’t know how to be fearlessly happy. I didn’t know how to live any other way. After everything that’s happened in my life, I couldn’t just pretend like none of it ever happened. I couldn’t not be unhappy.

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#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #jacksepticeye x oc #jacksepticeye x reader #markiplier x oc #ylh fic #sweetheart writes #its not gonna be sad forever i promise ok #PLANS PLANS PLANS #and im also trying really hard not to romanticize the mental illness aspect of it #and updates will still be slow bc of class

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ceruleanmusings · 8 years ago

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Sage + Wanted List = ?

Prompt: 48 “Please don’t tell me it’s you on the World’s Most Wanted list.”Prompt list: (x)Fandom: The Flash/ArrowCharacters: Sage Moreaux, Cisco Ramon, Iris WestPairing: Slight WestAllenWord count: 3346AU where the metahumans, good and bad, are being round up onorders of President Eiling and exterminated due to a new anti-metahuman regime.Those that haven’t been caught yet have bounties on their heads and work hardto survive and ensure there’s a tomorrow in their futures.

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The thick layer of fog that had settled over Central Citymay blanket the desolation from outsiders but those that still inhabited theonce shiny town only barely noticed its suffocating presence. The citizens gotused to the dreary, gloomy forecasts just like they got used to the vacant androtting playgrounds, malls, and theaters. President Eiling made sure no stonewas left unturned when he put his new regime in order. He claimed that it wasto protect his once-fellow citizens; everyone connected to S.T.A.R. Labs knewit was simply a vehicle for revenge. One they couldn’t stop no matter how hardthey tried.

Glass crunched beneath her sturdy boots as she skidded to astop, grasping onto his arm to keep from slamming into the brick wall they werenestled in between for cover. Old, slanted, soggy cardboard boxes lined dottedthe alleyway like the black mold that crept along the vacant homes in thesuburbs. A forgotten village, an abandoned home.

She reached up to tug her hair, an act on instinct, andgrabbed air. Oh…that’s right… Shecleared her throat and looked up and down the alley, her eyes briefly landingon the weather-torn and sun bleached scraps of blankets left behind.

“You overshot us,” Sage commented with a huff. She lickedher cracked, dry lips and peered up and down the alley once more.

“Sorry, I can’t exactly steer right when I have someonebackseat breeching in my ear,” Cisco replied. He pushed a gloved hand throughhis scraggily, dry hair.

“I was just trying to warn you…”

“I don’t need the reminder.”

She sighed. No one needed to be reminded that Central City,which once stood so tall and was a frontrunner when it came to sciences andengineering, fell hard. The sparkle on the city dulled and no one wanted totouch it when the news of the S.T.A.R. Labs explosion spread. Then PresidentEiling came out with his “solution” to the metahuman “problem” and CentralCity’s stock plummeted past redeemable levels. People moved away, protesters weresilenced; Special Forces lined the streets as fugitives were dragged out ofhomes and torn from their families and those suspected of harboring wereinterrogated for hours on end. Or so the reports said. They didn’t have a lotof time to sit and read what was going on.

Sage looked around again. “Okay, hurry up and get us out ofhere. Before the sensors catch onto us.” That was President Eiling’s first ruleof business: installing new detection systems around the city that could trackmetahumans. He stole the prototype from S.T.A.R. Labs and used it against them;it was like stabbing them in the back with their own knives. That salt stungworse than dripping sweat in their eyes as they constantly moved. Stopping wasa bad idea; stopping was a death wish.

“Are you sure you—”

“Yes, Cisco. Ihave to go back. I need to see her. One last time, okay?” Cisco didn’t budge.Sage once again tried to grasp at her hair only for her fingers to brushagainst the shorter, darker strands that sat close to her head. She pressed herlips together and took a step closer to him. “If it were Dante I wouldn’t stopyou.”

Now Cisco’s lips became a thin line. The mere name stillleft a sour taste in his mouth and punched him hard in the stomach. But still,in spite of it, he knew her words rang true. After all, in the end, Dante didgive him a head start…

“Okay, but we can’t stay long. In and out,” Cisco said.

Sage gave a wry smile and adjusted the bag on her back. “IfI had a nickel for every time a guy said that to me…”

“Then you’d need to give them refunds for wasting yourtime,” he replied. His face remained stony but his words held a tinge of warmththat she hadn’t heard in a long while. Not since this all started. Her smilegot a little wider and she allowed a laugh to break through. It slid off herface a minute later when he stated, “The place is probably under surveillance.”

“I know. But I need to go back. Five minutes. Tops. You can breechus out in a second.”

Cisco nodded. He stretched out his arm and then pulled hiswatch close to his face. He pressed the buttons on the side and the lid poppedopen, allowing a projection of a sphere to pop out. He brought his arm closerto his face and peered at the illuminated dots that popped up on the image. He noddedand snapped the watch shut. “Okay, we should be—”

Zing!

The brick behind Sage’s head exploded, sending shardssplintering in every direction. She ducked and covered her head, feeling thebits rain down on her. Her heart revved in her chest and her muscles immediatelytensed. How could this be? There were no sensors in the area. They should’vebeen fine. And yet, all throughout the city, alarm sirens kicked off and filledthe air with the echoing, screaming wails.

“Spotted: Fugitives MH013T and MH011T! Falcon Sector, duenorth! Moving in!”

Ropes unfurled over the rooftop edges. A moment latersoldiers lined the edges of the rooftop, the scopes of their guns held up to theirgoggle-covered eyes. Their fingers, poised next to the triggers, twitched asthey waited for their orders.

“Ohh, this aint good,” Cisco uttered. He gulped when reddots appeared on the front of his dark leather jacket. “Oh this really isn’t good.”

“Don’t move! You’re under arrest!” A booming voice soundedfrom above.

“Shit shit shit,” Sage muttered. “Cisco, c’mere!” She took onestep forward, reaching out for his shoulder. If she could just make it…

“We have resistance! Open fire!”

Her gloved hand slapped down on his shoulder as the barrageof bullets flew towards them. She closed her eyes and concentrated. A tremorstarted in her feet, rolled up her legs, curled around her stomach, and crawledup her body. Every muscle inside of her quaked and quivered. Her skin cooledand she heard a faint tinkling in her ears, felt lighter on her feet…

Zing, zing, zing!

The brick behind Sage and Cisco exploded as bullets shotthrough their once-solid bodies. Little wisps of fog floated into the air asbullets passed through them, briefly marking the would-be entryway holes. Soonthe wall behind them resembled the targets at a shooting range, outlining theirtargets without leaving a mark.

“Cisco, open a breech!” Sage’s voice, now raspy and hard,filtered in through the loud pops of the bullets.

“Kinda need my arms back for that,” he replied. “Bring up abarrier!”

“Fine, but hurry!”

Taking a breath, Sage forced herself to let go of Cisco’sshoulder. All at once their bodies solidified from its previous gaseous state.She held out her hands, a light blue glow enveloped them, and with a wave ofher arms she created a force field that surrounded them. Anything that passedthrough the barrier gently floated to the ground, small snowflakes dropping tothe ground.

“Got it.” Cisco thrust out his hand, a quivering, quakingportal burst open on the ground in front of him. Grabbing onto Sage’s arm heflung himself down the hole, pulling her along with him. Flashes of color andlight shot past them until all light when away and they crashed hard onto theground.

“Doesn’t this thing come with airbags?” Sage groaned, her wordsmuffled due to her face pressing against the hardwood floor.

“Hey, just be glad I got you inside this time,” Ciscoreplied. His words were followed by a groan of pain as he sat up and rubbed hisback. He looked up, gulped, and then blanched at what stared back at him. “Err…mayyybenot.”

“Huh?”

Sage pushed herself up into a kneeling position and thenfelt it. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her shoulders lifted toher ears. A chill rolled down her spine, not one that belonged to her ownabilities. She gulped and slowly turned only to stare down the barrel of a gun.Her eyes traveled up the length of the gun and up to the eyes of its wielder.

“Iris!” shegasped.

Iris’s jaw remained rigid though she did lower the gun.However Sage still kept her eyes on it, as her father and uncle used to sayevery gun was a loaded gun, even an empty one. “What’re you two doing here?”Iris demanded. “Don’t you know Central City’s under siege?” Sage didn’t missthe bitterness and weight in her cousin’s voice; it made her stomach twisthard. How could Iris, the glue in their family, become…this? Deep frown linesappeared etched into her skin, the dull glow of the single lamp deepening theminto canyons. The fire that once burned behind her eyes remained dormant,replaced by hard coals.

“Can’t miss it; we had quite the welcoming party,” Sagecommented. She tried for a smile, aching for some small bit of normalcy.

Iris didn’t crack a grin. Instead she pulled Sage to herfeet and yanked her close for a tight hug. All the tension that Sage held in herbody melted at the familiar contact. Finally!“I’m okay, we’re okay,” she muttered against Iris’s shirt.

Iris cupped Sage’s cheek in her hand, looking her over, andnodded as if in confirmation before hugging Cisco. For a brief moment thewarmth returned to her eyes but as she looked up the fire became extinguished oncemore.

She hummed and crossed the dusty room, pausing to peer outof the slat of light that filtered in through the boarded up windows. Itilluminated the abundance of dust motes dancing in the stale air. “They’ll behere in any second. You should leave,” she stated.

“I can’t leave yet,” Sage insisted, stepping closer to her. “I…Ihad to see you.”

Iris didn’t reply. Her eyes shifted over to Cisco who hadremoved his vibeglasses and blinked in the darkened house, turning this way andthat. “Looking for something?” Iris asked.

“Figured Joe would’ve come barging in or something,” Ciscocommented.

Iris sniffed and then clicked her tongue. Sage’s stomachdropped and her throat dried. She stood in front of Iris and looked up at hercousin, searching her face for something that could counteract the dread thatspread like vines deep within her. “Uncle Joe,” she uttered, her voice small inthe large house, “…tell me. He’s alright, isn’t he? Iris? Uncle Joe’s alright,right?”

“That depends on your definition,” Iris replied. Sage suckedin a breath. No. No! Please let Uncle Joebe okay!

Iris walked around her, heading towards the kitchen. Cisco’seyes immediately dropped to her gait; what once was a strong walk now turnedinto an interrupted gait, as if one leg had to hurry to keep up with the other.“What happened?” Cisco asked.

Iris peeled back a corner of the curtain on the backdoor andpeered out. She let go and it swung back into place. “They don’t treat thosethey suspect are harboring fugitives well,” she replied.

The word ‘fugitive’ was filled with so much venom; Iris mayas well have shot Sage right then and there. A bullet tearing through her skinwould hurt a lot less; at least that pain would subside. She squeezed her eyesshut as the pain radiated in her chest. Just like the very day President Eilingset his new regime into motion.

“Please don’t tell me it’s you I saw on the World’sMost Wanted list.”

The crack in Iris’svoice hurt more than seeing the expression on her face. Sage knew she shouldn’thave turned to look at her, knew that it probably would’ve been best to justcontinue to pack her bags and get out like Wells had advised them. It would’vebeen easier.

Iris grabbed Sage’sarm, stopping her from putting a framed picture of herself, Wally, and Joe intoher bag. “Please.”

“I can’t…Ris…” Sagestood straight and shook her head. Tear tracks stained her cheeks, illuminatingthem beneath the harsh sunshine outside. It rivaled the storm that raged deepwithin the West house. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“No. You don’t! Youcan stay. We’ll…we’ll figure something out!” Iris stated. She looked up overSage’s head to the three still figures in the doorway. “Guys, c’mon! You don’thave to go.”

“Iris, we have to. Ifwe stay…” Barry’s words trailed off. He swallowed the lump that rose in histhroat. “We need to get a head start. We’re meeting with Cisco and Hartley.”

“What about Caitlin?”Iris asked. “Are you leaving her behind?”

“She and Ronnie alreadyheaded out,” Wally replied. His bag, filled so much it bulged, hung off hisshoulder. It appeared to fold him over sideways beneath the weight.

“Daddy,” Iris said,appealing to her father. Tears clung to her lashes as she watched Joe rub ahand over his beard. “Daddy, please.”

“It’s out of my hands,baby,” Joe replied. His words and voice were thick. “There’s nothing I can do.”

“Iris.” Barryapproached her and pulled her into his arms. She deflated in his arms, hangingonto him as if her life depended on it. He gently rocked her from side to sideas the material of his shirt stifled her sobs. He kissed the top of her head. “Everythingwill be okay. We’ll be okay. We’ll come back, when this is all over. It’s allgoing to end one day, don’t worry.”

“But where are yougoing to go?” Iris asked, pulling away from him.

“Some place we’ll besafe,” Barry replied. He used his thumbs to brush the tears off her face. “Ilove you,” he murmured. “I love you so much, Iris West.”

“I love you too, BarryAllen.”

Sage turned away asthey kissed, perhaps for the last time. It would be easier to leave if she awaynow. Some say running away is the cowardly option. Those people never wereforced with the choice. She hoped they never would have to.

A siren soundedoutside. They all tensed.

“We gotta move,” Wallyinsisted. His eyes darted to the window as a bright light brushed past thewindow. The humming sound of a chopper grew in the distance.

“Iris—” Sage couldn’tfinish her sentence as Iris threw her arms around her, hugging her tight. “Thanks,”she uttered. “For everything.”

“Just come back. Okay?”

“I promise.”

“Where’s..?” Iris’s question, unfinished, hung in the air.Cisco and Sage looked at one another, silently daring each other to be the oneto break the news. Cisco was the one to crack at Iris’s raised eyebrows andpointed stare.

“We don’t know,” he admitted. Iris’s eyes briefly widenedand then they clouded over. She nodded once. Cisco’s admittance weighed heavyin the room.

Three months. How could everything change so much in threemonths?

Their group had dwindled when the bounty stakes rose for Barryand Wally back then; two speedsters were the perfect security blankets. Athought that President Eiling clearly was privy to, not a day went by wherethey could rest safe and assured. They were constantly on the move. Caitlin andRonnie had gone off on their own after a particularly nasty night strike, onewhere Eiling’s soldiers successfully captured Hartley in one of the raremoments he removed his hearing aids; Cisco hadn’t heard from them since.

And then Wally came down with some sort of illness and toldthem in no uncertain terms to leave him behind, he’d only slow them down. Barrywas then the leader, a position that put lead in his shoes but he found a wayto keep moving. Until one particular stand-off left him with a distinct limpthat didn’t seem to be getting any better, no matter how many times hereassured them. No matter how many times they tried to jumpstart his healingabilities. He knew something was wrong but he wouldn’t let them stop and talkabout it. They had to keep moving.

When news of the Arrow’s fall reached them they knew it wastime to split up.

It was only by chance that Sage and Cisco ran into eachother again having crossed paths somewhere in Texas. She had fallen on hardtimes in her attempt to stay one step ahead, finding brief moments of solace inanyone that would give up an hour of their time for intimate contact. They kepther whereabouts quiet if she kept their extracurricular activities quiet. Itwas a dastardly win-win.

Cisco, following a tip about some sort established metahumansafe haven, posed as a sort of psychic to make his money. He had a smallapartment off the beaten track, hiding out for the time being. He’d venturedout in an attempt to find some news on the online metahuman network thatFelicity had helped create when Sage came out of an apartment across from him. Heoffered her a meager dinner of Twizzlers and Skittles and a place to stay forthe night. They’d traveled together ever since; her plotting and charting theircourse and him creating and executing escape plans. When Sage announced thatmorning that she wanted to drop back into Central City—Zone Zero as PresidentEiling dubbed it—Cisco thought she had lost her mind. Or had a death wish.

Or maybe both.

“I had to come back,” Sage said. “Last time I saw Barry—” Shestopped at Iris’s visible flinching. Ofcourse. She mentally punched herself for bringing him up. But he was the reasonthey were there, she had to see this mission through. For him. “Um. He asked meto give you something. And I wanted to see you. Just in case…”

Iris hesitated. Her eyes went down to watch Sage’s hand asshe dug in her pocket and then held something out to her. Her grip on theshotgun loosened slightly. Iris reached out her hand, her fingers twitching,turned her palm upwards. Sage’s fingers unfurled.

—Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Fugitives MH013T and MH011T! We know you’re in there!Surrender now!” A loud voice came in through the front door.

“Shit,” Iris uttered. She picked up her gun, pointing thesight straight at the door, and held it up to her shoulder. “Get out of here,”she ordered.

“But what about you?” Sage asked.

“I’ll be fine,” Iris replied. When Sage and Cisco didn’tmove Iris barked, “Move. Now!”

“Iris—”

“It’ll be worse for you two if they catch you here. I have achance…” Iris held Sage’s gaze. Her words softened. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

Sage pressed her lips together and nodded. She held up herhand and shot a blast of ice around the door, sealing it to the doorframe inone thick layer. That’d give her a little more time to prepare. But just incase… Sage dug into her bag and removed the arrow she was looking for. Shecarefully tucked it between the belt and the waistband of Iris’s pants. “It’sone of Oliver’s trick arrows…just in case you need it.” She then stood on hertiptoes and pressed a kiss to Iris’s cheek. Uttering a soft goodbye, she rushedto Cisco’s side as a stray bullet shot through the door.

The last things Sage heard as they jumped through Cisco’sbreech were two things:

The sound of Iris pulling back the slide action on hershotgun

and

the sound of the engagement ring Barry had trusted her topass along hitting the hardwood floor.

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Note: Originally this was going to be a comedic take but then this idea hit me and I had to do it instead. A dystopian-like version of Central City is something I would love to see on the show. I hope you enjoyed this anon!

#anonymous #writing prompt #the flash fanfiction #the flash oc #the flash oc fanfiction #sage moreaux #cisco ramon #iris west #iris being a badass was fun to write #my writings #answered

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starrypawz · 8 years ago

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Firefly AU: Verdant

@daraasum @elbywoggit @karanan

And so Jona is now part of the crew

Verdant was a step up from some of the ‘port planets’ that Axi, The Sky Queen and what seemed to be an ever expanding cast of ‘misfits’ ended up on. But it was a ‘Port Planet’ none the less and the general bustle, dust and not to mention the smells seemed to be just the same as any of the other various ports across the verse.

One thing Verdant did have going for it though, was the fact it wasn’t ironically named. The planet actually had things like real trees.

And trees were apparently big business. At least it seemed that way from what Jona could make of the rather large banners hanging up with trees on them, and an overuse of tree related names on the various businesses. Also the residents of Verdant seemed a little too fond of wearing green.

As they walked, he found himself still kind of unsure where to stand as the crew walked. Zeva took her left, Imogene took her right. Aric stood close to Imogene’s side. He didn’t want to walk behind them but somehow he didn’t feel quite like he could walk with them…

“Hey” Axi’s voice brought him out of his thoughts and he stopped dead in his tracks, “Mind tellin’ me why your hovering like a drunk fly?”

“I…”

“Look I aint one for that ‘walk at least a foot behind me’ crap, you’re with us,” Axi paused, “I mean that’s if you want to take me up on the offer, Verdant is a pretty decent place by all accounts, make some decent creds doing things like strapping sapplings and picking fruit, and probably the only decent port we’re gonna run into for quite a few parsecs-“

“Uh no… I don’t really have-“ Jona sighed.

She smiled, “Well it’s settled, you’re part of the Sky Queen so come on up here,”

Jona swallowed, still not totally sure about it but found himself slipped in between Axi and Zeva. He did his best to stand like he belonged there. Maybe if he pretended for long enough he’d believe it.

“Well now that’s settled,” Axi shrugged. “I’m thinking we take about a day here? Give us time to get some real air in our lungs, stock up the ship, burn off steam, I aint expecting you all back at the ship this evening but keep in contact, Zeva”

“Hey that happened once,” “Yeah and we never managed to find your boots… or your shirt for that matter,”

“I’m sure my shirt was picked up by someone and is now helping them do heorics!”

“Z… your shirt is probably being used as a dishrag,” Imogene shook her head, “Or ended up being used as a shitrag-“

“How can someone related to me say something so mean!”

“It’s a gift,”

“Imogene, be nice to your brother… and maybe take him with you just to be safe,”

Aric sighed, “Guess that puts the boot in our alone time?” He slipped an arm around Imogene, and kissed her on the forehead. “Sweetie”

“Axi why are you doing this to me?” Zeva groaned theatrically.

“It’s for your own good! Now go, have fun, don’t get in… at least avoid getting in… some trouble,”

Jona watched as the three of them left, finding himself yet again standing awkwardly not quite sure where to go.

“So Jona… guess you don’t have any grand plans?”

“Not really?” “Well… I’ve got to pick someone up and could do with a bit of company for the walk so if you want-“

“Sounds good?”

“Hey, pretty sure before long you’ll feel like you’ve been with us forever” Axi snorted, “That was meant to sound reassuring like,”

They walked in silence for a short while, making their way through the twisting streets of Verdant. Jona finding even more evidence of how much the residents seemed to… love trees. And from the contents of a food cart seemed to eat them too.

“They take peppermint bark to a whole new level. Some of the teas they make are nice, like usually from the leaves and stuff… might need to bring some back with me”

Jona nodded. “So… who are we picking up?”

“Crewmate,” Axi sidestepped a piece of dropped fruit, “Well part time crewmate I guess? He’s got other business to attend to but he’s with us most the time, and he kinda helps give us a bit of leverage to put us ahead of other…” Axi paused for a second and looked around, “Smugglers,”

“I see-“ Jona found himself distracted for a moment by something that looked like a tiny tree made out of… syrup.

“Now I’d best let you in on this before we get him, cause I know some people aint too comfortable with the fact, he’s a Companion.”

Jona stopped in his tracks again, a slightly anxious feeling siezing the pit of his stomach,

“It’s not a problem right?”

“No!” Jona swallowed, “I mean no, its… unusual?”

“Yeah… he says there’s actually a lot more guys involved than you think, makes sense to me, big galaxy, different strokes, right?”

Yeah big galaxy, means it’s probably not-

They turned on a street, Jona catching a glimpse briefly of a poster advertising a ‘Garden of Eden’ featuring ‘Pretty young blossoms,’ with names like ‘Hawthorn’, ‘Maple’ and ‘Ivy’. He also realised that people around here were dressed much fancier than they were, yet again mainly wearing green. And some of the people had taken to weaving leaves into their hair. The trees around here had been cut into fancy shapes and a lot of people seemed to be congreating around a large tree in a courtyard.

He also noticed how despite the upturned noses Axi seemed to walk through the area as if she had every right to do so and belonged here. It reminded him of someone. And thinling of that someone brought that slightly sour, fluttery feeling back again.

“That’s some sort of really fancy tea garden, probably need more money than I’ve ever had in my life to even think about having them turn me down,” Axi stopped, “He said he’d be around… there’s a house” “With a tree in front of it?”

“Well that narrows it down,” Axi nudged him slightly. “Balcony, big staircase-“ She said to herself, “Aha!”

“That’s a… big house… with a tree going through the middle?” Jona paused, “It’s a… Tree. House?”

Axi laughed, “You’ll get a hang of the bantering,”

They walked a bit further towards the “tree house”

Axi stepped onto the staircase, which to no ones surpise was decorated with tiny leaves in the ironwork. And as it turned out big clumpy boots made a bit more noise on iron steps than did dainty little shoes, “Well he should hear us coming at least,” Axi took herself up a couple of steps, “He said first floor-“ she took a couple more steps drawing a general head tilt of pure disgust from a woman who seemed to have crossed the line from ‘leaf motif’ to ‘walking tree’ at the sound of the boots or maybe how Axi looked, maybe both.

Jona followed, stepping onto a balconied courtyard.

“So urm… this Companion, what’s his name?” Jona shrugged, “I mean it’s probably a good idea if I know right?”

Axi looked around, spotting a lot of people sitting under leaf shaped parasols drinking tea, “He’s… where is he-“ She muttered to herself, “Well his name is-“

Jona’s heart jumped, fell into his boots, jumped up back again and then dropped right back into his boots. He flicked his tongue over his lips his mouth suddenly feeling like it was filled with cotton. He was frozen to the spot.

It couldn’t be, and yet there he was. It’d been years but there was no mistaking him as he stood there, clad in green. He for a brief moment tried to remember if Roscoe even liked to wear green as he stood there the light of the afternoon behind him and making him almost glow?

“Jona?” Axi nudged him slightly

Jona then felt his face break into an almost face splitting grin, “I can’t believe-“

“That’s-“ Axi began.

“Roscoe,” Jona managed to breathe, “This is Roscoe Bryde, I… we…”

Jona no longer found his feet stuck to the ground as he quickly crossed the distance between them pulling him into a hug. He laughed softly. And was partly aware of the reactions of some of those patrons but somehow they didn’t bother him. He was pretty sure the entire universe just shrunk down to the pair of them in this given moment.

“Well aint this just heartwarming,” Axi sighed, “You two are gonna have to fill me in,”

#swtor #axi revel #firefly au #starry writes stuff #PLEASE SEND HELP #like this is early on so like idk axi probably met hawlie but she's not quite joined the crew yet like offically

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blue-pills-blog1 · 8 years ago

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Blue Pills, Prison Drills.

A PHANFIC.

Written by: @blue-pills

Warnings: mild-heavy swearing, Exploration of dark themes (This aint fluffy, watch out)

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: So I originally wrote this for a friend, and really for my own entertainment. I think it was based off an AU prompt post but I started it so long ago my brain cannot even remember. It kinda goes downhill really fast so prepare for that. Idk if anyone is actually gonna read this but eh enjoy.

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"Please can you say it one more time, sir"

"Wait. Why are you making me say it again?!"

"Because the camera wasn't on sir, we apologise."

"Yeh, you apologise. You guys are some real sons of b-"

"Sir, just once. It's all we need. You did agree to finally confess. We promise this will be it"

"...

Alright fine.

My name is Dan Howell. And I am responsible for the killing of Phil Lester"

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Two weeks earlier.

"Would you just please shut up Phil? I don't want to talk about this!" Dan Howell yelled at his boyfriend.

They had been doing this a lot lately. The back and forward controversial conversations. The two of them had been best friends for such a long time, it was rare that they had disagreements as big as this. Although this one had gone too far in Dan's eyes. Yet not far enough in Phil’s eyes.

"Dan, it has been two months. We're ready! How long can we keep this all a secret?"

"Longer! The internet knows enough about our life, they don't need to know this just yet!"

"So when dan?! When will they know about our relationship?!"

It's strange how much you can get to know a person in just a few years. All the memories that still sound like music to your ears, all the good times that you want to dearly pause and play on loop, like you would to your favourite song. And like how you would press stop on moments like this, because you were sick and tired of singing along to the same song.

"I've actually had it with you. You're so immature sometimes Phil!"

"Me?! What about you?! You're thinking this through too much, and just underestimating all of our fans!"

Keeping a secret is hard. It's like a pair of teeth constantly gnawing at your stomach. And while the rest of the world can't see the pain you're trying to hide, you can feel every attack. It literally eats you from the inside. It kills your way of perception of life, because you're too tied up in the crime of keeping it from everyone else.

Dan finally slammed his hands down on the table. They were bound to get noise complaints again just like the last time, but that didn't bother him at the moment. "They are not ready to know! And the sooner you accept that, the better!"

Despite the little innocent nature that Phil possesses on camera, Dan has gotten to know a different side of him. A side that does not give up. That's probably a good thing, yet in this situation, Dan just wished he would give it a rest. "I tried my best to accept the fact that I was never going to be with the one person I loved. And it was the most painful thing ever, because I lived with him. I needed to tell you, and once I did, well, look how well it went!"

Dan's hands scrunched into fits now. "But the public will take it differently! They will mock us, tease us! I don't even know how our parents will think of us!"

A single step was all Phil took towards Dan. His eyes rested on the fist that he had made with his hand. "Look. I just think that all this pain of holding back," he walked towards Dan even more. "-all this suffering, will finally come clean when we just let everyone know."

Phil could feel Dan calming down. He rested his hand on top of Dans, hoping to rest his nerves even more. This was the part where they would apologise, come to an agreement, and cuddle while watching anime and eating pizza.

But today wasn't an ordinary day.

In a somewhat violent manner, Dan shook Phil's hand off his fist, and took a few steps back. He looked into the blue abyss that was Phil's eyes, and watched as all utter hope and happiness withered away.

Dan's face reflected a look of confusion, with a tinge of anger. He ended up just shaking his head in defeat. "I've gotta go."

With one swift moment,

He was standing in front of Phil one moment,

And out the door the next.

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Dan had barely spoken to Phil in the last three days. Dan crashed at PJ's place the night where they had the big fight, before summoning the courage to go back home the next day. But while one was home, the other "need to be somewhere", making it extra convenient that the two of them were always apart.

Eye contact was made a little. And dan knew exactly what reflected off Phil's eyes. Hurt. Sadness. A sense of things just wanting to go back to how they were.

But Dan couldn't forgive Phil. He just couldn't find it in himself at the moment. He was usually quite forgiving, especially to his innocent Phil. But the idea of their relationship...was something that dan really needed to stand behind and make it clear; he didn't want the world to know.

His eyes squinted as he struggled to play Mario Kart on the TV screen. He was so used to the screen being split when he and Phil play against each other, it felt weird, out of place even when he turned on the game and started.

But forgiveness, for not respecting his wishes, wasn't being given to Phil anytime soon.

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Dan felt a pair of hands slink over his shoulder and down his chest as he poured his morning coffee. He closed his eyes as Phil's soft lips rested themselves near his ear.

"Dan, I'm really worried about you now"

"Fuck off Phil, you don't need to be worried about me"

At least now little bits of conversation and talking was going through the two of them.

"Dan. I'm your boyfriend. It's my job to be worried about you." Phil exclaimed, as he moved back to face dan. Phil's hand found its way reaching for Dan's shoulder in reassurance, but dan brushed it off.

"Yeah well, I'm fine. You've got nothing to worry about"

"I'm sorry, alright? I've had over four days to think about it! I apologise for my wanting to rush. We can take our time now"

Dan finally turned around. An inhuman look burned in his stare towards Phil. "Well, I don't forgive you. Mind your own business"

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How much alone time can one man spend?

Phil was feeling himself go crazy without the warmth and comfort of his best friend, of his lover.

So how was dan surviving?

Every night felt colder than the last, and every day was just a sad reflection of what used to be.

Phil was tired. He wanted answers. He was the everything to just go back to the way it was, with the two of them living in their new London apartment, making videos, and enjoying each other. Just like they had been doing for the past 8 years of their lives.

It hurt him inside, to see Dan spending so much alone time.

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"I don't know what has happened. He is just...different"

Dan was using a towel to dry his hair, as he had gotten out of the shower. He wasn't expecting to see Phil in the kitchen, as he thought he was out. The minute Dan made eye contact with him though, something happened. He flinched, almost out of fear or something. He was talking on the phone.

Phil remained eye contact with him, but slowly turned so his back was facing Dan. Still on the phone, his voice went into a hush, which made dan very suspicious.

"Hey Phil, uh, who you talking to?"

A faint murmur was coming from the phone. Dan couldn't understand what it was saying, but he knew exactly who Phil was talking to.

"Uh, sorry dan, just on the phone to a friend. I won't bother you." Phil kept his head low, still murmuring onto this person.

"Phil, put the phone down"

"I'm just talking to a friend! Sorry if I'm annoying you, I'll move." Phil stammered, before then proceed to pack up his stuff and scurry out of the room.

Dan knew better though.

"No! I'm still here!" Phil continued on the call. "Haven't left, just need to find somewhere quieter to-"

His words stopped there. The usually cheerful blue eyes that Phil possessed lit up in pure shock as something cold pressed against the back of his neck.

"Phillip Michael Lester, I will say it one more time; put the phone down"

The barrel dug into the underside of his neck, as a confused murmur came from the phone. Phil slowly lifted his hand, shaking from fear, and pressed the end call button, before slowly placing the phone back on the table.

"There, that's better..." Dan softly said. He took a few steps back, keeping the weapon still aimed at Phil, giving him space to turn around. "Now why don't you tell me why you were talking to my mum?"

A frozen look of horror was plastered on Phil's face. It was this moment where he realised that in the past few weeks, just how bad Dan had gotten. His hair looked like it was falling apart in a few places, and dark circles seemed to be forming under his eyes. But it was the gun that got Phil the most.

His voice shook as he spoke. "D-dan, why have you got a gun?"

"ANSWER ME!" Dan demanded, pushing the gun closer to him. "Why the fuck were you talking to my mum?!"

Phil's words poured out of his mouth with no control. "I'm tired! I'm tired, okay? The past few weeks have been hell. Not being able to talk to you and you turning yourself away into isolation. You didn't talk to me, you didn't talk to anyone! I got worried. I got worried because I love you"

"Bullshit" Dan whispered back. All resentment that was bottled inside of him just felt like letting itself out in this moment. "If you loved me so much you would've sided with me, in any debarked that we've had. But no, you're just always disagreeing with me. Leaving me alone"

"Leaving you alone?! Dan, you're not being reasonable!"

The gun got thrusted even closer to Phil's face. "Shut up! Just shut up! Your pathetic, you know that?! You're a terrible friend and an even more terrible boyfriend! 3 million compared to 6 million subscribers Phil! Who's the better one?"

That's it. That's when Phil snapped. The tears fell down like a waterfall of emotions on his face. Where was this coming from? Phil felt so hurt inside. The person who he poured his heart and soul into, has just said all of this to his face. He wanted to just disappear.

But his eyes diverted to something that dan was holding in his other hand.

A little clear container. With little blue pills inside of it.

Even with the gun pointed at him, Phil did not think twice. His hand reached for Dan's hand, grabbing the clear container faster than dan could process. Phil backed off, looking down at the container, while dan still held the gun at him. "Give those back Phil!"

At this point, Phil was still crying, as his mind raced a million miles an hour. He read the big words "benzodiazepines" and almost fell over. "Do you even know what these are doing to you dan?! Goddamn it! I never took you for the type who would result to depressant drugs!"

"We all have our ways of coping. Yours is crying, mine is...well...varstril depressants."

"But how long have you been taking these?!" Phil's voice was breaking, feeling like giving up, like just falling over of shock. "Long term these can do some real damage! I mean just look at you!"

Dan marched over to Phil, his tall figure bearing over the smaller and more frightened Phil, as he snatched the almost empty container from his hand. His voice broke into a deadly whisper. "Aside from the headaches and the lack of sleep, my mind has never been clearer than in this moment. These have only helped me get here, not cause any damage. You're talking rubbish."

Phil closed his eyes, as the shadow that was Dan loomed over him. He was done. The tears had slowed down, but were still falling, as his heart raced a million miles an hour. "W...who are you?" His voice quivered as he whispered.

Dan took a few steps back, the inhuman look still glaring through his eyes. He brought the gun to level with Phil's forehead, his finger growing tighter and tighter around the trigger. Phil swore he heard Dan's voice quiver as he spoke, but it was probably his imagination.

"I'm Dan Howell. And you've meant nothing to me. Ever."

*BANG*

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Present day.

The two men were identical. Dark polarised sunglasses, neatly ironed and tucked in shirts, jackets done up only to the 3rd button. Hair was pushed back, waxed by a gel of some sort. There was only one huge difference between the two of them. One wore the badge of an agent, the other a director.

The two of them looked through the tinted glass into the other room, where the brown-haired boy sat. Who knew someone with such an innocent face and promising future would be sitting in that chair, confessing such a crime.

Strange, how the body can be manipulated.

The agent took off his glasses and rested them on his forehead, before turning to the director and studying his stare. The director was looking at the figure in the other room, studying his posture, his speech, his attitude. The agent broke the silence that hung in the air between them. "Have you seen anything like this before?"

The director kept his stare plastered on the glass. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific"

"I mean, this attitude. The way that he is just confessing and telling us everything, like it's no big deal that he killed his boyfriend"

The director finally peeled his stare off the glass, and looked at the agent. "He's still in effect. The depressants haven't worn away. All of this probably feels like an extremely vivid dream to him. The anger, the murder, and right now. Who knows how long and how many doses that guy had been taking before all of this"

The agent paused. "All because of some relationship problems?"

The director sighed. "Guilt and secrecy do terrible things to good people. It's like a disease. Only those who have had to suffer before know what it really feels like to go through that pain, all for something or someone you love and believe in. Daniel here, was a good person. Not a psychopath. He had feelings. Heck, he's still got them. Which is why none of this should have happened."

A dark thought passed the agents, and his mouth was curious enough to share it. "So when the drugs wear off..."

The director slowly took his glasses off.

"He is going to wake up and realise that this is not a dream. He will realise exactly what he has done, and regret every moment of it."

//FIN

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TO BE CONTINUED. MAYBE. NOT REALLY. IDK.

#dan #phil #phan #fanfic #phanfic #dark

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