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abloomntime · 4 years ago

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A Bloom In Time Ch 5 Time Out

(In this chapter all the poor, Frozen people in Vanessa's manor is getting addressed and it's about time someone gave the poor souls a happy ending. All the mentioned characters are either cut characters or backround characters we've already scene that was only added in the game as a frozen victim in the manor. So to make it more understandable- Frozen Cut Characters: Thor, Mr. Oldster, Tom, Rough Patch, and the shapeshifter. None Cut Frozen Characters: 3 Mafia men, one old man from Mafia town, one Dweller, and one of Snatcher's minions. You can find all the cut characters on the A Hat In Time Wiki.)

"DAD!!"

Dad...Usually something Snatcher wouldn't have batted an eye at- He would've squawked and sputtered, before pouting and claiming he wasn't their 'Dad' and that adopting them didn't change anything. When in reality it made a swelling prideful feeling bubble up from his chest, proud to be a dad he always wanted. But he didn't hear her unfortuntately. Hattie shook whatever snow was on her off as she continued running now with new adrenaline and purpose in her speed as she ran around the giant manor towards the back to the cellar. The cellar was literally the only way in she knew of and she wasn't about to waste time when she knew something bad had obviously happened. She felt it in her gut. After much running and coming to the doors, she flung them open without hesitation and down she went. The child cared not about the water making her feet absolutely wet n cold, or the fact she could see her own breath, she just had one thought.....GET TO SNATCHER!! She stopped a moment looking around at the old inside of the mansion as she got in ....Where was it..Where was her Dad?!

"Mrrrrow?"

"WHOA!!" She jumped back a few feet, dropping her umbrella and grabbing onto her hat as something living brushed up against her side and she looked down meeting yellow eyes and a literal bushy tail. It was...." A kitty?" The small bushcat was purring and staring up at her curiously before yawning and doing that famous cat stretch, showing off the yellow inside of it's mouth before waddling over towards her. Meowing again before rubbing against her body. Hattie glanced at him in confusion and despite her still fear she bent down to pet the small thing. The leaves on it's body feeling rough. " Hello there, Kitty. What are you doing here? Don't you know there's a crazy lady running around with ice powers?" The cat continued to purr and look at her calmly, until a flash of red caught her eye and she looked up, "Huh?"

Half way through the wall was a dweller. A red dweller with a fox mask, it tilted it's head at her cusriously before fazing the rest of the way through and going towards her. At the same time the door to the bar area opened and out came a.....A mafia man and another smaller old man?? The mafia guy and the old guy looked scared as they all stared at her before looking back at one another.....then at her again with a scary expression. She still stared at them all before the Dweller stopped right in front of her curiously tilting it's head as it did so. ...Hattie jumped again when something shoved it's head out of the very corner....before scurrying quickly towards her. The two men shouted in fright before ducking back in the room but Hattie was frozen in both shock and fright as it came up to her and stopped. Slowly rising on it's two back legs and staring down at her. ....She wanted to scream. This thing was a mass of what looked like multicolored rags sewn together, the inside of the ragdoll was darker than the darkest night, and multiple eyes stared back at her as it swayed from side to side and eyed her form. Before it bowed.

"THaNK YoU dEaR CHILD. For My FREEdOM," it spoke in multiple voices at once sending a giant chill down her spine.

Before she could say anything else, whatever the thing was turned and did that creepy as peck scurry back towards the celler door where she came in from before she could say another word. She jumped snapping out of her stunned stupor and held out an arm to him about to shout "Hey! Wait!', but the mafia man and the old short man peeked out of the room again slowly and looked nervously at her. Eventually the mafia man spoke.

"Little girl, I-is that scary shadow lady g-gone?", the mafia man asked.

Hattie blinked up at all of them and shook her head. "Where did you all come from?", she asked the Dweller looking at her but they didn't speak, instead the mafia man did again.

"B-Boss heard there was old castle with gold. S-S-Send mafia and goons to go look," the blue tuxedo man was shaking and stuttering looking around the place like he was still looking for Vanessa most likely. "B-B-But Mafia don't like shadow woman."

"That doesn't matter! Have you seen m-"

And then a scream. Not Vanessa's scream of terror. Not like a mafia man she's heard before. This voice was a high pitched male's that echoed throughout the entire building. The cat bristled up a few of the leaves on his body falling to the dusty old floors and the mafia let out a high pitched squeal for a big 'tough' man, making both the men fall out into the hall away from the noise that came from the entrance to the second story stairs. That voice....That same male voice was Snatcher's. She recognized that loud voice of his anywhere, but now that voice was screaming in horror. More panic shot through her and before she knew it, Hattie had jumped over the struggling men and began running up the second floor stairs towards the second floor of the mansion.

"SNATCHER!?", she desperately shouted as tears began to form in her eyes, "DAD PLEASE!!"

"K-KID?!", that voice shouted back as she ran and she felt relief hit her as she burst through the second staircase door and stopped at the top of the stairs looking around.

"I'M HERE!! WHERE-....."

"KID!" One red and one yellow eye and a mouth full of sharp teeth smiled down at her from the form of a kneeling man on his knees. The shiny gold crown on his head reflected the moonlight shining in from the window behind him and his kneeling form was looking rather pale as he smiled at her. The child stood there as he held his arms out to her as he smiled ever so releived. "OH THANK PECK!! L-Look I really m-m-messed up ok!! I don't know what happened but you gotta help me...I-I feel so weak..." ....His face suddenly turned into a mean scowl and a COMPLETELY different voice came outta that man's mouth as his mitchmatched eyes looked off to the side. "Peck? Really? Even now you can't control yourself for one moment to not tramatize the poor child further?" His angry face suddenly snapped to the other side and she jumped a step or two back. "Stay outta this moonboy!! If anyone here is tramatized it's ME!!! L-Look at what happened!" The man looked down at his shaking hands and moved the fingers oddly slow. ....As if it was his very first time seeing or using hands. "Funny. Maybe stealing and using that time piece was a bad idea after all." "I SWEAR I will end our lives again if it means I'll un-stick with YOU!!"

"Dad?...."

Both strange voices shut up and the man looked over at her when she slowly said that. She had.....She knew this man. The brown shoulder length hair. The weird old fancy fairytale prince looking clothes. This was-.......A Prince. The very same prince from the paintings in the mansion. The VERY same Prince in that story book she had gotten from that time rift. She didn't even notice the random people coming in from the other rooms around them and walked up to the kneeling man who looked down at her with those strange eyes. She stopped right in front of him and narrowed her eyes at him, eyeing him up and down carefully.

".....Snatcher?," She questioned unsure about what she was seeing.

The man sighed, "Yeah.," that soon-da-ray's same scratchy voice came out as he stared at her defeated. "It's me kiddo." "And don't you forget me as well, blood jack-o-lanturn peckneck!!" "Oh! Now who's cussing in front of the kid!?"

.......She blinked at the other voice. "UNCLE MOONJUMPER?!", she asked not believe the other voice that just came out of the man. Unlike Snatcher's scratchy husky voice, Moonjumper's was much more smooth and sorta echo-y.

The man suddenly gave a dignified look and placed a shaking hand to his chest. "In the flesh! Quite literally. I'm afraid Mr. Shadow Stealer decided to use this time piece and now we're stuck together in this weak form." He suddenly snapped back angry to the left. "IT WASN'T MY FAULT YOU MOONSHINE DRUNK IDIOT!!!" "Ooh.~ Such feisty words. Im sure you can get us out of this. Imbecile!!" "You're really pushing this moon-idiot-" BONK!!! Pain suddenly exploded from his....their?? Head and he..they? grabbed his(their) head and looked back to the child holding her umbrella out. "OW!! HEY!! What was that for!?" "Indeed. That was very harsh for me who didn't cause this."

"YOU STOLE THE TIME PEICE!!!," she yelled at he...THEM suddenly swinging her umbrella down at them in a small fit of rage. He brought up his jello arms to block the rapid hits. She was SCARED. She was put into this entire situation. And he STOLE her time piece. "STUPID GHOST NOODLE!! PURPLE SLIME!! DEAD DUMMY!!! YOU STOLE MY TIME PEICE!? AND YOU MADE A MESS!?" her wacks became weaker as tears began to stream down her cheeks again as all the adrenaline and panic and feelings all came back to her and with a last weak hit she started crying. "...AND YOU S-S-SCARED ME!!"

Both felt a sudden pange in their gut seeing the child like this and looked down at them selves. Well Snatcher did. Moonjumper was only going along with this for now. Still ignoring the others around them, the crying child just jumped on them and burried her face into their shared chest making them jump...before Snatcher sighed and brought their jello hands down to calm and consol the poor girl clinging to them for dear life. ...Their eyes looked back down to the floor next to them. The dusty, cold carpet on the floor was littered in tiny blue shards of glass that glittered in what dim light there was available in the entire mansion from the cold snow that continued to blow outside despite their predicament. ....He really did screw up this time didn't he? "Yes, you really did! We share the same thoughts right now!" Moonjumper's oh so helpful voice chimed in their shared head and Snatcher mentally growled back staring at the mess on the floor he caused.....Then looked slightly further and. ABSOLUTELY. FROZE. A few feet away from the sparkling shower of magic time piece glass and metal was a human. Wouldn't be TOO weird considering there was a bunch peeking out from the rooms and the hall now, but when the long beautiful gold hair shown just as brightly as the sun, and vibrant beautiful earth green adorned her. She was a beautiful young lady of the golden sun hair that he knew very......VERY well and was so, SO frozen by.

Especially. WHEN. SHE. MOVED.

The two absolutely frozen in....fear? Shock? Curiousity or confusion maybe?? Watched as the beautiful woman laying face down on the floor groaned softly with a beautiful but familiar voice and slowly begin to sit her front up. The kiddo on the other hand had started to calm down from her crying fit and removed her face enough to stare down at the shattered remains of the once time piece, and sighed. She could put it back together but it would take a little bit just like the one on the ship- Hattie jumped when They jumped and their grip on her got a lil bit tighter around her, making the child look up confused into their terrerfied face. The red and yellow eyes looking past her at something so naturally she followed their gaze and blinked surprised at the beautiful lady push herself off the floor slowly and show them her lovely face. She looked JUST like a princess out of her cartoons. Her face was beautiful as if sculpted by angels, not a blemish on her except for the beautymark on her right cheekbone, her lovely shiny golden hair framed her soft features, and beautiful ruby red eyes blinked open eyelashes fluttering as she did so. Yes, Hattie admitted she was very pretty. But something immediately didn't sit right in her gut. This princess, like the prince who held her, was the exact same one in the paintings too......And the same one in her story book.

"V-Vanessa", Moonjumper spoke out in a fearful tone. SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!!! Snatcher's voice boomed inside their head but it was too late.

Those red ruby eyes laserfocused on the male voice as soon as Moon-idiot spoke It and for an uneasy few seconds, those two grown ups just stared up at each other with Hattie glancing between them.....grip on her umbrella suddenly tightening.

The blonde lady blinked at them. "My prince." Instead of a sweet voice to match the woman's beauty, a raspy voice the child knew ALL too well came out, the woman reached a hand towards the frozen pair of ghosts. "You came back-"

WHAMP!!! A loud thud echoed throughout the room again and the woman faceplanted the dusty carpet right in front of them with a thud. Where her head was, was a blue umbrella held by the scowling girl with a few last tears leaving her eyes. ......Snatcher blinked their shared eyes as he stared down at the unconscious Vanessa once again...before back to the little alien who now wriggled her way out of their grip and glared down at the woman she stomped over too, giving just a few seconds before nudging the pretty lady with her foot. Vanessa didn't move and remained unconscious much to the girl's satisfaction. As Hattie turned around, placing down the umbrella to pick up the metal frame of the hourglass and scowling at it, the fair end of the second stairs opened and the mafia man and old short man appeared curious and probably too scared to do exploring alone. Bushcat at their heels, and a red dweller fazing through the floors. At the same time other people started coming out more too. Two more mafia men wearing the exact same clothes as the first one, one from Vanessa's bedroom and one from the very end of the hall. A strange man with a black gotee and mustache and tan hat, along with another older man with.....three eyes?? From the bathroom. Another old scruffy looking man from the end of the corner where the abandoned nursery was,....and surprisingly one of Snatcher's Minions. Hattie looked up from the broken hourglass frame and blinked around at all these people that were now around her looking around at her and everyone just stood in silence for a long moment, before the man in the red shirt and goggles spoke.

"Um...Excuse me there," he spoke in a light british like accent as he addressed the small crowd, "But would someone kindly explain to me what's going on here?"

"Mafia would like to know too," one of the newer mafia men spoke up too but he like his college look nervous, "Where is scary lady with red eyes?"

Hattie looked at all of them for a real long time...then down to the broken magical artifact in her hands. .....Slowly piecing together what could've possibly happened, but was again interrupted by a loud meow and Snatcher/Moonjumper and her both looked over to see a loudly purring bushcat happily making it's way over to them and it seemed once again the duo froze as they watched the cat walk up to them. ".....R-R-Rough Patch?", Snatcher's voice shakingly asked as the cat wondered forward, "....R-ROUGH PATCH!!" He smiled brightly and held his hands out to the cat that continued to waddle up to him. "C'mere boy! Come to daddy!!" As soon as 'Rough Patch' got close enough, he was scooped into the Prince's awaiting arms still shaking like crazy and he happily brought the purring, meowing kitty close to his chest. Smiling so heard it hurts. "Hello my little friend. Did you miss me? I missed you SO much. Oh, look at you. You look as good as new! I haven't see you since....she..." Snatcher paused. Before slowly turning his head back over to Vanessa's unconscious form. "SHE FROZE YOU!! THAT STUPID LITTLE DENYING PECKNECK!!" "SNATCHER, STOP IT!!" The Prince's head turned back around as Moonjumper finally spoke again. "As much as I agree with every single thing you're thinking and saying, don't you think you've done enough for one day? Kindly control yourself before something WORSE happens will you?"

"What did you guys do?" Both looked down at Hattie as she scowled up at them, holding the metal frame up to them. "What happened?!" .....Moonjumper scowled. "Ask the shadow creton." "OH!! Be quiet you!" Snatcher rambled back out started to pet Rough Patch who was purring in his master's hold. Hattie continued to look at them with a scowl before the ghost sighed. "Alright. Alright. ....I'll tell you."

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The cold air didn't affect the undead in the slightest. Not that if it would it would make a difference too the two evillily smiling ghosts. Wind whipped around them as Snatcher's dead yellow eyes glowed dangerously against the reflective surface of the magical hourglass, making his yellow eyes reflect against the sparkling blue sand within it as he smiled dangerously at nothing in particular, but....Something seemed just a little off as Moonjumper looked over at him. He said something but Snatcher didn't pay attention when he just floated against the cold wind and made his way towards the looming mansion in front of him. Going back here....To the place he once lived and died. It made a dreaded feeling boil down in his ectoplasm and want to leave, but the desire driven by revenge and anger overpowered any dreaded feelings and rational thinking to be honest. Gone...Soon Vanessa would be gone. And He would be entirely FREE from her annoying existance. Then he'd claim this whole frozen waste land. True it didn't suit him, but it would've been his if he had married the witch. And she took his kingdom away from him when she locked her away, it was justified if he took hers. Again, Moojumper was looking a little nervous between him and the time piece and said something but Snatcher still ignored any warnings he was making as the shadow of the mansion loomed over him and consumed himself into the shadow as well. Almost camoflauging. He didn't need a passage way to get in, just teleport himself with the magical thing inside the cursed place and boom! He'd be home-free. ...Or so it seemed. Again the same brief purple warping and he was within the walls of the manor. The ghost's smile became a frown instantly looking around the first floor of the building. Ah. He remembered where this was. The cellar door was just down the hall, and the library and kitchen were just in front of him a little ways. The whole place was dusty and cold, with the wind blowing outside shoving aroundthe snowflakes and adding to the overall creepiness of it, he still frowned as he floated his way down the hall towards the second staircase to the second floor of the four story manor. Moonjumper fazing through the blocked front door right on his tail as the dapper spook was looking less and less sure around him at the manor in fear.

"Snatcher....Perhaps this is a b-bad idea after all. A-After all Vanessa's can't do anymore harm to us like this," he pleaded to his counterpart but Snatcher still ignored him.

.....Only stopping to slowly look up at the old worn painting on the wall. It depicted a blonde woman and a taller man with brown hair. He stared at it for a long moment, before that jack o lanturn fanged mouth came up in a snarl, and he growled dangerously. In a split moment of anger staring up at his stupid former self, he let out some inhuman snarl noise and rammed one of his hands up and into the painting. It didn't stand a chance between the ghost's claws and the poor painting fell to the floor with a loud thud. Torn to shreads and frame snapped in two, Snatcher's hand was still embedded into the wall which now had a hole in it from his punch, but that wasn't the worse part. The slam was loud enough to echo throughout the quiet home, which also got a started yelp out of Moonjumper before the ghost slapped his hands over his mouth. A few quiet seconds passed-

"Whooooo's there!?," A shrill voice came from above making Moonjumper squeal in fright, his form glitching even more. But for once in one thousand years, Snatcher smiled and even welcomed the voice that shrieked from upstairs. It meant his prey was just that close. "WHO DARES ENTER MY HOME!?" The shadow ghost approached the voice, not caring for the glitching nervous ghost behind him. Daring to charge the voice as he fazed through the ceiling above him and emerged in all his glory through the second story floor. Time piece in hand as the spook smiled evilliy at the new floor around him. The floor was completely devoid of any life just like the first floor....But there was plenty of afterlife. Especially the beast in front of him who hissed from across the hall as he appeared and smiled at her. "Who are you?," Vanessa. The Once Queen of Subcon. Hissed in that terrible aweful voice of hers as she approached the ghost. The cold aura she radiated distorting the air around her and threatening to freeze anything that got too close as she approached. "You'll pay for defying the Queen!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Don't recognize me do you?!," he taunted as she approached his own vision distorting as she did. His voice and appearance had changed dramatically just like hers upon death. his smile soon turning into a challenging snarl and grimace. "GOOD!! I NEVER want you to remember me!! In fact, you're going to be nothing but a memory soon enough!! You took everything from me!! All those years of being nothing but loyal to you and doing everything I could to make you happy! I wish I never wasted my time with you!!" Vanessa couldn't wrap her warped head around anything he was saying. Too warped from hundreds of years of being in this negative state. Too bad. He would've liked to see a face of fear on her for once but he'd settle for this. The hourglass shined as the ghost let out some unhuman hiss and raised it above his head threateningly as she was just a few feet away. Mind flashing to all those times he felt worthless, never enough, or having to be just a perfect. FAKE. STORYBOOK PRINCE!! "TIME FOR YOU TO GET LOST YOU PECKING WITCH!!! NO MORE AFTERLIFE IN THIS HOUSE!!!"

The tiny glass object in his claws shone brightly for a brief moment, before Snatcher's swung it down at her. The beautiful blue sand and glass toppled through the air as it tumbled towards her. A shattering glass sound filled the air as the time piece smashed to the floor. Glass and sparkling blue sand caught their reflections in their sparkles, energy gathering up and then-.....White. The energy was so bright he had to turn his head away to avoid it, the energy wave knocking him back to the floor and everything going black.

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............................................."Uuuuuuuuh-"

What?...W-What happened? ......He didn't remember being so heavy, but he guess he must've been slammed back harder from that energy blast than he thought. But no matter, as long as Vanessa was gone. The ghost reached his arm up against the floor and slowly pushed himself up after a few more minutes of just weakly laying there, he coughed dust exiting his lungs and slowly raised his heavy body up. White dots scattered his vision as he blinked his eyes up at his surroundings. Many shiny shards of glass twinkled up at him in the dim light, as he pushed himself onto his knees with his pale ha-........He froze. Staring at the VERY human hands with five fingers, pale skin, nails, and shaking like a leaf. .....Those eyes looked down at the human's body as those hands went to clumsily pat that chest working up towards the human's face as he patted along and actually FELT every single pat to his body and then his face......Those panicked eyes glanced back down to the glass shards as they twinkled back up to the human. The reflections showing a very fair brown haired man.

"A-A-A-......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

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WHAMP!!

"Ow!!" Moonjumper's voice shouted as he reached a hand to rub where Hattie's umbrella collided with their head. Rough Patch bristling at the suddenly jostling. "My dear girl, you forget that I'm stuck in here too."

She looked apologetic for a moment. "Sorry, Uncle Moon." She scowled again and pointed the umbrella at them. "That was for HIM!!" She must've meant Snatcher as they frowned at her. "You STOLE my time piece. You turned into some weird looking stuck together prince. And you broke it!!!"

"Hey! I don't look that bad!" "Snatcher......Perhaps for once listen to the child. You really messed up this time." .....Snatcher said nothing but looked back down to the meowing bushcat and sighed. "Alright, alright. I messed up ok and....I'm sorry, but if you ever tell someone I'll ground you from the forest for a week. Now...Could you PLEASE fix this?"

Hattie was about to say something when they were interrupted by the man wearing the hat with goggles again, one of his gloved hands was holding a bag slung over his shoulder and the other hanging from his side as he glanced over them all. "I'd hate to interrupt you, Girl, but what's going on? Who are all of you?"

"...Hattie blinked up at him but was again cut off from talking by Snatcher. "Sorry. She's not allowed to talk to strangers. And I could ask you the same thing." Their mitch matched eyes squinted. "You look familiar. Just who are you?"

"Oh of course." The man reached a hand up and tipped his hat to him as the two older men with white hair stood by him. "My name is Thor, and these are my colleges. Mr. Tim." He gestured to the old man with three eyes who smiled brightly at them. Thor then pointed to the other older man who looked just plain grumpy and done with everything. "And Mr. Oldster. We're historians at the Opal Island Museum of History and Magical Properties. We were here on a historical expedition to do research on the cursed land and disappearance of the ancient Subcon Kingdoms." ....He reached a hand up to rub his hand in slight embarrassment. "Unfortunately I don't remember much."

Snatcher seemed to get a look of realization. "Oh yeah. I know you! Heh. Some expedition you turned out to be huh?"

Thor looked slightly offended. "Sir, I have never met you I my life, but I'll have you know we were very successful with getting past this nasty spook who let us go free in exchange for our books on the region." "Then all of a sudden it got cold like magic," Tim stepped in from Thor's small rant kindly smiling. "We found this seemingly abandoned mansion right in the middle of a giant iced in bowl with no way out except a giant opening above the whole house through the ice. We took shelter and the last thing I remember was being attacked by a shadow while exploring. Then all of a sudden, I wake up and find all these people here talking and yelling."

The young girl finally got a moment to think for herself as she glanced at these guys....and all around her at everyone else. Three explorers, four Mafia, two of Snatcher's Subjects, a bushcat, and a random old man probably with the mafia.....Why did all them look so familiar? Surely she wasn't around when a whole bunch of random people ended up in Vanessa's castle and got fro-.....Frozen. The child blinked and shook her head, blue eyes again grazing over all of them carefully, Snatcher at this point had already looked back to her and rose a brow as her gaze went carefully around the room, before blinking again and snapping back up to the fused ghost,...and then back to the still unconscious Vanessa. It looked like the lil alien was calculating something inside her head as she slowly glanced back to the shards of glass below her. ......They were all frozen. All the frozen people around the house. THESE PEOPLE WERE THEM!! And Snatcher and Moonjumper were fused together inside their old self as the Prince on the paintings, and Vanessa-....She gave the blonde woman the stink eye. Vanessa was human again too, which meant that, everyone was..."NO MORE AFTERLIFE IN THIS HOUSE!!" Living? Well not Snatcher's minions, but....They weren't frozen either.

"Your wish," She mumbled nudging a shard with her boot, "....It must've brought everyone back to life!"

"WHAT?!," Snatcher yelled looking at her like she just lost her mind, "Whaddya mean it brought everyone back to life?

She stared at him dead panned and gestured to himself. "You guys are two halves of the same person, when you wished for no more dead guys the time piece must've brought everyone back to life and fused you two back together into yourself."

Their face paled. ...Before Moonjumper smiled. "D-Dearest. I don't suppose there's any possible way you could f-fix this mess could you? I-I think I like it better unfused."

.....She sighed and again nudged some shards of glass to the center. ".....Yeah. But it's going to take a long time before it's fixed because you broke it." She scowled before plopping herself on the ground by the shards and looked carefully at her choices,....before carefully picking up a larger shard. "..." Then stopping completely and looking up at the people around them. ".....I can't reverse it while they're here!"

"What?," Snatcher questioned but stopped when the girl reached over to tug on their sleeves.

"I can't turn them back to icicles." Her eyes pleadingly looked up at him with worry. "They'll just be all trapped here again....ALL of them."

Snatcher paused for a moment before looking back to the purring Bushcat in his arms who meowed in their arms. Before back around him at all of them and relented, but ONLY because some of his minions were here and he didn't want to loose Rough Patch again....And the look the kid was giving him was enough puppy dog eye power to melt a thousand ice cold hearts like his.

"Alright, Alright. But only because I hate loosing minions." Their head snapped to the small subconite with the glowing yellow eye and pointed a shaking hand at them. "You!" The minion jumped from the confusion of their own boss's mouth coming out of a human but didn't disobey him when he motioned with a finger to come closer. "Come here." Snatcher shifted Rough Patch in his arms until the small bushcat was placed in the small minions arms with a meow, making the minion wobble a bit from the bushcat's weight. "Escort all these fools back to my home and keep them there. The bridge is always out, so take the long around and try not to let them die in the swamp. It'll be colder and take longer but it'll take them safely out. "....Snatcher then looked back to all of them with a raised brow. "I suggest you all follow my instructions very, VERY carefully. Follow my minion, wait at my home, and touch any of my things or wonder off. I won't be liable if you die from your stupidity or if I eat your souls from invading my privacy. I NEVER want to see any of you back in my forest when this whole thing is over. Now...Follow the minion. All of you."

The minion nodded, turning around and wobbling towards the second floor stairs still holding Rough Patch. "Sure thing, Boss! R-Right away!"

Everyone else shifted their gazes to look at each other unsure....But staying in an abandoned, cold mansion where they would be turned back to ice was NOT a good option. So one after the other they slowly started following the wobbling cat carrying minion until Snatcher was again redirected to the child as she again tugged on her sleeve, and then pointed to Vanessa still currently unconscious. "What about her?"

Moonjumper and Snatcher turned their head to her, a face full of extreme hatred and fear filled their features. Oh the things he could do to get revenge....But he had enough trouble to sort out on his plate as it was and the kiddo would've just been scared out of her mind. So with GREAT reluctance, he sighed and looked back to her with an idea. "Remember those locks and keys you had to get off the doors when you first got here?" She nodded. "Do you happen to know where one is?"

"Yeah!" She pointed down the hall to the stairs that lead to the third floor. "I left them on the floor. Why?"

He smiled at her. "Go get it. We're locking her in the bathroom where she can't bother us in case she wakes up. .....And ask someone to help drag her in there while you're at it. These noodle limbs can't even help me up."

Hattie rose a brow at him for a moment with a face of concern....but she didn't question it as Vanessa....Wasn't a good person. The small girl bounded up and went to go get as Snatcher had asked but unknownst to everyone. A small disturbance awoken in the floor just above them all.

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btsqualityy · 6 years ago

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Jungles / 3

Pairing: Jungkook & OC

Summary & Warnings: Aspect is one of the hottest, up-and-coming bands in the world, headed up by it’s maknae and lead singer Jeon Jungkook. Aspect is on the rise but when one of it’s members abruptly quits, they are left without a bassist. When they find Leilani Kang, they’re blown away by her talent and she joins the band. However, no one is prepared for the places that a mixture of money, sex, drugs, and super stardom can take people. / Will contain sexual content, drug usage, and adult content. Reader’s discretion is advised

Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that the way in which the members of BTS are depicted in this story, especially Jungkook, has no correlation to them in real life. It is literally just a story.

POV for this chapter: Leilani

��So, just sign here and here,” Namjoon pointed to several different lines in the thick ass packet that made up my contract. I hurriedly signed my John Hancock on the lines and looked up at him once I was finished. “Great! You are officially a member of Aspect!”

“Thanks Namjoon,” I giggled. After my run in with Jungkook in the practice room a few days ago, I received a call later on that day from Namjoon saying that they still wanted me to join the band, and that everyone was on board with the decision this time. After a few negotiations, my contract was created and Namjoon called me in today to be able to sign it.

“Everything looked good to you, right?” Namjoon checked for the hundredth time.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “As long as my clause that I added is honored, I’m good.”

“Speaking of that clause,” Namjoon said as he gathered up the contract and put it into his briefcase. “Are you going to tell the guys?”

“Nah, I don’t think they need to know,” I shrugged. “I mean, Jimin knows of course but that’s because we grew up together. Besides, if they don’t know, it’ll be easier to keep under wraps.” Namjoon nodded in understanding and we both stood up to walk out of his office.

“Well, the boys wanted to get started on recording as soon as possible so they’re in the studio waiting on you,” Namjoon said as he led me down the hallway. When we reached a door that read ‘Studio One’ in bright red letters, Namjoon opened the door and walked inside and I followed behind him.

“Leilani!” Jimin exclaimed, getting up from his spot on the small couch in the room to gather me up in a hug.

“Hi Jiminie,” I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. After a few seconds, he released me and I turned to look at everyone else.

“You remember the guys,” Jimin said as he gestured to Jin and Hoseok.

“Yep,” I nodded as I waved at them.

“I see you decided to join this dysfunctional ass group, huh?” Hoseok smirked, making you laugh.

“Eh, I grew up with dysfunction. Figured I could handle anything y’all can throw at me.”

“I like her,” Hoseok smiled.

“Sorry I’m late,” you heard a voice call out as the door to the studio opened and you turned around to see who it was. You were greeted by a somewhat short man, with almost platinum blonde hair. He had on an over sized green sweater and black slacks.

“It’s fine Yoongi,” Jin assured him. “Jungkook’s late anyways.”

“Still? He knows how much work we have to get done,” the platinum haired man groaned. He paused and looked up at you, his eyebrow arching. “Who’s this?”

“This is Leilani Kang, our new bassist,” Namjoon introduced you. “Leilani, this is Min Yoongi, Aspect’s producer and songwriter.”

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled, extending my hand towards him. He took ahold of my hand, shaking it firmly.

“You too,” He smiled a tight lipped smile. He sidestepped me in order to get to the mixing board, where he took a seat in the chair that was in front of it.

“Is Jungkook always late?” I wondered and everyone burst out laughing.

“All the damn time,” Jin sighed heavily.

“Late to everything except shows,” Namjoon shrugged.

“What the hell is he doing that makes him always late?” I ask as I sit down on the small couch next to Jimin, setting my bass down on the floor next to my feet.

“If only we knew,” Yoongi grumbled. Just then, the door opened again and Jungkook casually strolled inside. He had on a button up black shirt, black jeans with rips in the knees, and a pair of black combat boots; his hair was hanging in his face and he had on a pair of sunglasses.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Jin scoffed as he grabbed his guitar. Jungkook just smiled and took off his sunglasses, setting them on top of his head.

“I’m only 20 minutes late this time hyung,” He shrugged. He looked around the room and when his eyes fell on me, a wide smirk appeared on his face.

“Well, well, well,” he tutted as he walked over to the couch to stand in front of me. “Look who decided to join the band.”

“What are you, 12?” I chuckle, leaning down to pop open my bass case. I pull it out and shut the case again, locking it. “I was made an offer and I accepted it.”

“You just couldn’t resist, could you?”

“If by that you mean, not being able to resist saving your ass, then sure,” I smile falsely, making the smirk on his face drop and everyone in the room snicker. I got up and walked past him to follow Jin into the recording booth. It was big enough for all of us to be in there at the same time, to record as one.

“Here, I’ll lead you through how the song is supposed to go,” Jin said. “The sheet music is there on the stand and we can just see how much we can get through. Sound good?”

“Great,” I smiled as I put my bass strap over my shoulder. Once I made sure that it was adjusted comfortably, I looked over at Jin and nodded, letting him know that I was ready. He began to slowly play a few chords and I looked down at the sheet music, following along with him pretty easily. We ended up managing to get through the entire song the first time.

“Wow,” Jin exhaled once we were done. “That was great Leilani.”

“Eh, I could’ve done better,” I shrugged.

“Excuse me,” a voice cut through the recording booth and I looked through the glass to see Yoongi leaning towards the mic from the mixing board. “But that was amazing. It was the first time you saw that sheet music too, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Where did ya’ll find her?” Yoongi wondered in amusement, making me blush lightly.

“Alright, don’t let hyung’s praise get to your head Kang,” Jungkook smirked and I instantly threw him the middle finger. “Just let me know when baby girl.”

“I’m gonna fucking gag,” I groaned.

“Ok you two,” Jin interjected. “Leilani, let’s try playing it at the normal speed now, ok?” I nodded and he started off the song again.

............................

Two hours later, I had managed to learn and fully record two songs out of the 12 that were going to be on the album. Everyone was floored by my ability of comprehend music so well, even Jungkook; though he’d never admit it.

“Great job today Leilani,” Hoseok praised as he set his hands on my shoulders. I tilted my head back in the chair that I was sat in, in order to look at him.

“Thanks Hoseok.”

“Please, call me Hobi,” he instructed and I nodded. “By the way, those comebacks you threw at JK today, fucking gold.” I giggled and shrugged my shoulders.

“I can’t let wack bitches come for me with no punishment.”

“I can hear ya’ll, you know?” Jungkook spoke up from the other side of the studio.

“Glad to know you can hear hoe,” Hobi smiled and Jungkook just glared at him as I laughed.

“Heading home Lani?” Jimin asked as he stepped out of the recording booth.

“Yeah,” I looked down at my watch and saw that it was only 6pm. “Actually, wanna go get food?”

“Did someone say food?” Jin looked up from his phone and I nodded.

“I know a bomb ass restaurant that serves really good ramen.”

“I’m down,” he agreed immediately. “Coming Hobi?”

“Hell yeah,” he nodded.

“Namjoon?”

“Eh, I have some business to handle hyung. Next time though,” he sighed.

“JK?” Jin called and we all looked over at him.

“Uh, I actually have this song I wanna work on for us, but you guys go ahead,” he said.

“Thank god,” I muttered and Jimin nudged me in the side. “What?”

“It’s ok Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook smirked. “I know she wants me.”

“Oh, in your dreams Jung-dick,” I snorted, making everyone, even Yoongi, laugh. “Let’s go guys.” I grabbed my bass case and walked out of the studio, Jimin, Hobi and Jin all following behind me.

“If this is how every recording session and practice is going to go, I’m definitely looking forward to it,” Hobi cackled.

#bts #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts jungkook #bts series #bts fanfction #bts jungles #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook #jungkook

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esseastri · 6 years ago

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Megan Reads Oathbringer (part 11)

All right, now that it’s been 4 months and I’ve read all the other things, I realized that it’s, like, 5 days until this book has been out for a year and I should probably get the fuck on with it, so. Here we are.

Part 11 encompasses pages 828-934 (previous parts)

me in July: I’m almost done! I can finish this!

me, now: sweet christ I have a smaller novel’s-worth still to get through lord let me live

Aw, damn, I left off on Interludes, but I DON’T CARE ABOUT VENLI, WHERE MY BOYS AT

oh SNAP I WANT THAT, the ability to speak and understand all languages???? GRABBY HANDS

ah yes the “the alethi enslaved us so we should rise up and kill them by enslaving ourselves to this other, more horrible godlike being” narrative. my favorite.

sigh

why we gotta EXTERMINATE people?

I’m tired. of extermination plotlines.

Maybe. Venli and her lil light spren will stop? the extermination!? I’m here for that!

“There was an art to doing laundry” HONESTLY THO, HAVE YOU MET COLLEGE-AGE BOYS WHO NEVER LEARNED HOW MUCH SOAP TO USE? AMEN.

oh.

I forgot about Mraize.

like, literally, 100% forgot about his existence. sorry alyx.

eyy, we found Shalash!

HE WAS LOOKING FOR HER?? IT WAS A TRAP??

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...Mraize has a babsk? I didn’t think he was Thaylen????

“A resistance is not what we caught you mounting.” UGH. PICK THE HAMMER, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT.

Why do I feel like this is a “HE HAS CHOSEN THE BEAR. BRING FORTH THE BEAR” joke?

yeessssssss, VENLI!!! TAKIN RESPONSIBILITY!!!!!!!! I CARE NOW. I WANT HER TO BE BETTER, I WANT HER TO WORK THROUGH. GIIIRRLL!!!!

HOW LONG WILL YOU VACILLATE?

YESSSSS

gr oss? Tha nk s? for the melting flesh images??

yelch

PART FOOUUUUUURRR

that’s. so many POVs. What is this, a GRRM book?

also none of the POVs are Bridge Four and. WHEN WILL MY BOYS COME BACK FROM THE WAR.

wait, I could have sworn the Alethi had been fighting the Parshendi for ten years?? but Dalinar is talking to Gavilar EIGHT years ago?

Did I miss smthn?

Did I conflate the Shattered Plains with the Trojan War? I’m confused.

Lisa has done Math for me and found out that it was only 6 years????????? Why did I think it was ten??? I COULD HAVE SWORN IT WAS TEN????

“his job was to loom” heheheh

so... Dalinar is the nuclear deterrent and the nuclear threat all in one?

Dalinar, leaning into the mic: “The truth is... I am Iron Man.”

#Evideservedbetter2kForever

OH NO A BABY

TINY FIFTEEN YEAR OLD ADOLIN IS MAKING MY HEART SING

“I had this specially tailored” I LOVE HIM

OHHHHH

HE’S TRYING SO HARD TO IMPRESS HIS DAD I’M CRYING

“When censured, Adolin only tried harder.” I! LOVE! THIS! TINY! SUNLIGHT! BOY!

I wanna write fic where Adolin Kholin meets Luke Skywalker and the world literally EXPLODES IN SUNLIGHT AND SOFTNESS.

“Who could deny him?” CERTAINLY NOT ME, I WOULD DIE FOR ADOLIN KHOLIN TOO GOOD TOO SOFT FOR THIS WORLD

me, squinting: “which Herald is Ahu?”

my running method is to just suspect everyone of being a Herald. At some point, I’ll have to be right.

WHICH! HERALD! IS! AHU!

HE’S TALKING ABOUT THE UNMADE LIKE HE KNOWS THEM PERSONALLY, TALKING ABOUT HOW THEY LET THEM IN. WHICH!!! HERALD!!! IS!!! AHU!!!!

LISTEN, I JUST WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THE HERALDS. GIMME A BOOK ABOUT THE HERALDS, BRANDON!

GIMME THAT JUICY GOOD BACKSTORY, BRANDON!!!

me: why is there a map with the sea but Kholinar is on it???

two seconds later: OOOHHH DUH IT’S SHADESMAR

wack y fun!

ARE DREHY AND SKAR OKAY???? THEY DIDN’T COME WITH???

ARE THEY OKAY?

OH NO OH NOO I’M GONNA WORRY AOBUT THEM FOREVER

Adolin, say hi to your swwooooorrdddd

....the Oathgate has souls?

what?

Fearspren: gross.

I knew they were all bigger on the inside, as it were, but. #yikes?

“Kaladin’s not well.” “I have to be well.”

BRB SOBBING ABOUT KALADIN

I’M!

HE’S SO STRONG

I’M! HELP!

GIANT CLAW? UNMADE!!?? LET’S KILL IT. IDK IF WE CAN BUT CAN WE TRY??

“sword lady” HEH

ok well, at least we know Drehey is alive, since Shallain bumped into his soul, which is both TERRIFYING and REALLY COOL

YOU’RE NOT NOTHING, ADOLIN, YOU ARE EVERYTHING AND I LOVE YOU.

*long keening noises*

I FELL ON THE FLOOR

“Hey,” Adolin said. “It will be all right.” “I survived Bridge Four,” Kaladin growled. “I’m strong enough to survive this.” “I’m pretty sure you could survive anything. Storms, bridgeboy, the Almighty used some of the same stuff he put into Shardblades when he made you.” Kaladin shrugged. But as they walked onto the next platform, his expression grew distant again. He stood while the rest of them moved on. Almost like he was waiting for their bridge to dissolve and dump him into the sea. “I couldn’t make them see,” Kaladin whispered. “I couldn’t...couldn’t protect them. I’m supposed to protect people, aren’t I?”

GUESS WHICH PART BROKE MEGAN

GUESS WHICH PART DUMPED MY HEART ON THE FLOOR

ANYWAY, I’M CRYING

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“I’m frightened. I talk when I’m frightened.” I LOVE HIM.

ADOLIN’S HELOIGN HIM HE’S MAKIN HIM TALK TO DISTSRAT HIM AND MAKE HIM JEEP WALKING AND I”M

I LOV A SUNSHINE BOY

SO MUCH

...is Vivenna okay?

oh shiiit, Adolin is? king????

sort of? almost??

oh man, he’s gonna be SO GOOD AT IT!!!! LOOK AT HIM TAKING CHARGE AND TAKING CARE OF EVERYONE. HE’S SUCH A GOOD LEADER, HE’S GOING TO BE SOOOOOO GOOOOOOODDD AT THIS!!!!

that chapter was a Lot

OH NO A SZETH CHAPTER

I’ve only been asking for this for tHE WHOLE BOOK

but now I’m gonna be MORE SAD

.......idk how I feel about the soul-after-image thing. it’s interesting, but I’m still a lil weirded out by Szeth...you know...being alive?

huh. Vasher knows about the magic fish? So....does this validate Lisa’s theory about the fish and the birds from that other cosmere thing I can’t remember bc I haven’t read it?

holy shit, that’s a LOT of skybreakers.....

...who have been around the WHOLE TIME???? WTF

So...Szeth can hear the Spiritual Realm.....and is going to bond a spren, of the Cognitive Realm...and is in the Physical Realm... so does that make him the Avatar, Master of All Three Realms?

(while he may have a lot to learn, I believe that Szeth can save the world)

hm. they’re so...regimented. militaristic. ritualized. They’ve got tests and rules for getting in and it’s all very well-put-together. and it’s WEIRD compared to everyone else stumbling into their Ideals. Is this what is was like before the Recreance? or is this just the Skybreakers being Skybreakers?

why are there kaladin flashbacks in the dalinar book, why, brandon, why must you hurt me in this way

Brandon: *mentions Tien* Me, softly: “no”

HE REALIZED HE COULD KILL AND THAT’S WHAT TERRIFIED HIM

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I’M EMOTIONAL AND KALADIN IS SAD AND I’M UPSET

Also, Syl just. grabbing his arm and snuggling him is VERY GOOD, SHE IS VERY GOOD, AND SHE SHOULD BE WORSHIPED FOR BEING SO VERY WONDERFUL

“It cannot be holy. If it truly were, it would have burned me away long ago.” I’M SAD NOW, THANKS.

I have weird emotions about people losing their faiths, and Szeth’s character arc has been particularly. compelling to me.

“Here’s what you have to do: fight him and win!” has the same energy as that obnoxious Assassin’s Creed “tip” that’s like “the trick to staying alive to is get your enemy’s health bar to zero while keeping your above zero” and I’M SO PLEASED.

ooohh shit

he drew Nightblood

which I feel is NOT RECOMMENDED

# Y I K E S

Skybreakers take the “lawful” part of DnD alignments to a very unhealthy extreme

tbh they’re a lil fucked up, ngl

Skybreakers make me uncomfortable, is what I’m saying.

“he had never mastered the ‘sleep anywhere’ skill the grunts bragged about” NEERRRRDD

WHEN WILL ADOLIN REALIZE HE’S A REALLY GOOD LEADER??? SOMEONE TELL HIM, I WOULD BUT I’M TOO FAR AWAY.

oh that makes sense

I was confused for a hot second about how Vivenna knew Adolin’s kata, but she probably learned it from Vasher who...also...taught Adolin. Duh.

“I’m just a woman who has been constantly out of her league since adolescence.” Viveennnnaaaaaa, darling. You’ll be all right.

also that makes total sense--the Horneater Peaks? If they’ve got a portal, it makes sense they’re so much more in tune to the spren. Easier border crossings.

PEOPLE live in this realm? What the??

I don’t know Nazh, but the fact that he has an embarrassing tattoo due to Horneater lager bad decisions DELIGHTS ME

hm. idk why I’d sort of assumed that Dalinar went to visit the Nightwatcher before Gavilar died, but. maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it was a consequence of Gavliar’s death.

“the other one” GET FUCKED WITH A CACTUS, PAST!DALINAR

OOHH

SOFT BOY

Renarin is such a Good

also, Dalinar HUGGING is SO GOOD KEEP DOING THAT THAT WILL HELP

“Humans, you must stop your emotions. They are very inconvenient here.” I think, Pattern dear, that Shallan rather thinks emotions are inconvenient everywhere.

mmmmmmmmmmmmm

HERE WE ARE AGAIN

ANGER IS ALWAYS THE FIRST STAGE OF DEPRESSION

HELLO, KALADINMEGAN BRAIN, IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE YOU WERE SO NEATLY SPELLED OUT BUT HERE WE ARE AGAIN

“You’re not angry at anyone, you’re just looking for something to latch onto. Something to feel.” To stave off the darkness of unfeeling and anger is easy. It’s irrational and warm and so easy. So it’s always the first one to go.

“It would continue until numbness seemed preferable.” GOD YUP. THERE IT IS.

It’s still really validating and really, really unsettling to see your brain problems spelled out so succinctly.

oh lord

“Men he loved, killing each other.”

I’M UPSET

(and the very tiny garbage part of my brain goes, ‘see he LOVES Moash’)

ADOLIN TAKING THE REARGUARD BECASUE SOMETIMES KALADIN NEEDS LOOKING AFTER I’M EMOTIONAL

Syl had a different Kaladin before Kaladin?? Wild.

and GOD but the symbology of the LIGHTHOUSE in Kaladin’s chapter. I’m. <3

EEEYYYY NAVANI!!!

she made them carry their own chairs, GOD THE MEANING BEHIND THAT, I LOVE HER

“Elhokar and Adolin are safe somewhere.” ABOUT THAT....

LOPEN, PLS

Bridge Four’s unwavering belief in Kaladin is SURE A THING. I love them SO MUCH.

also, god, MY BOYS, here they are, eating all the food and being ridiculous losers at a formal event I HAVE MISSED THEM SO

god, fuc you Ialai. ofc she didn’t carry her own chair, fukin JERK

good to know the assholery of the Sadeas name is being upheld, even after his death

god, every time Taravangian is mentioned, my gut just clenches, he makes me SO NERVOUS

GOD YES OH MY GOD, LIFT VS ROCK EATING CONTEST PLS GIMME MORE

I have forgotten that I love Sebarial. Petition for him to show up more often.

OH GOOD HE’S HAVING A BAD DAY. EXCELLENT. HE’S MUCH BETTER WHEN HE’S STUPID

...unless he’s super smart today and just pretending to be stupid.

fuck

IT’S SO HARD TO TELL WITH HIM ARGH

ANYONE ELSE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE DISCUSSION OF INVADING SHINOVAR WHEN SHINOVAR IS THE ONLY PLACE THAT DOESN’T HAVE A REPRESENTATIVE AT THIS COUNCIL???? JUST ME? OKAY.

also they keep talking about Shinovar as a redoubt and a haven, but....didn’t the Everstorm--going the wrong way--destroy Shinovar? Has anyone checked??

Navani is so clever and it’s brilliant.

“Taravangian was talking about having you tour Vedenar personally”....alone....so he can MURDER YOU. BAD IDEA. ABORT MISSION.

KALADIN HAD AN OLD LADY SLAVE FRIEND WHO DIED AND I’M SAD AGAIN DAMNIT

“He’s got battle fatigue. We have to watch him when he’s sitting around doing nothing, not when he’s got a specific mission.” MMMMMMHHHMMMMMMM

the future is forbidden, but not to Truthwatchers, sooooooo... is. this “Oracle”. a.......... Herald? PERCHANCE.

(He’s not, but I AM SUSPICION INCARNATE)

Weren’t they lying at the beginning and saying that Shallan was an Elsecaller? Because Odium thinks she’s an Elsecaller for some reason. And I wonder...who he’s spying through and where his attention is focused and who told him the lie?

KALADIN JUST WANTS TO SAVE HIS DAD IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK

aight, which world does canned food come from? How far ahead is the mistborn world whose name I can’t remember right now but it begins with an s SCADRIAL YEAH THAT ONE how far ahead is Scadrial in technological progression? Where does the Stormlight Archive fall on the mistborn timeline?

ADOOOLLIINNN. TALK! TO YOUR SPREN!!!

THEY DON’T KNOW??? THE BOYS DON’T KNOW? HOW THEIR MOTHER DIED?

HOW DO THEY NOT KNOW?

oh my god

that

god, that’s a huge lie to believe for so, so long. ohhh my goddd

someone has been writing down all the Unmades’ names, right? So I can look them up in the Coppermind later and be confused and try to work out which is which and what they do and how terrified I should be of them? cool thanks.

HELLO DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND

HE’S GONNA TELL US SECRETS!!!!! ARE THEY USEFUL!? WILL I LEARN THINGS ABOUT THE HERALDS!!!!??

I have one (1) priority in this establishment

...why does Syl have color

who is she

also LIGHTSPREN/REACHERS??? COOL AS FUCK OMG

“You don’t fly, you fall the wrong way.” Hehehehehehe <3

I HAVE MISSED KALADIN’S SELF-DEPRECATING JOKES THAT ARE FUNNY BUT ALSO VERY PAINFUL god, I love him. I love him so much. idk if y’all know this about me.

...ok, but the punny banter between Kaladin and Shallan is SO NICE Why do they have to be mean to each other so often why can’t they just be terrible sarcastic pun buddies?

“In that polished breastplate and striking figure, with her talk of chasing bounties and traveling worlds. She’s deeply mysterious.” CAREFUL, SHALLAN, YOUR BI IS SHOWING.

“The feeling was friendship, but neither of them had ever experienced it.”

NOPE

NOOOOOOPPEE

WHO WANTS TO BET THIS SCENE IS SHIP FODDER DEAR LORD

Kaladin, darling, that shit is SO UNHEALTHY, DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS

god

also like. darling. no. “I wish I didn’t have to care” DARLING ALL YOU DO IS CARE WHO WOULD YOU BE WITHOUT CARING

THIS IS GOOD FOR NEITHER OF YOU STOP

DO NOT ENCOURAGE THAT IN HER AND DO NOT WISH THAT FOR YOURSELF, jesus

lord, ok, well, I’ve read 100 pages, so on that disappointing character note, I’m going to go to bed.

#op #Megan reads OB #Oathbringer spoilers #is it still spoilers? man have I come out the other end on spoilers? oh well #Stormlight Archive #Oathbringer #Brandon Sanderson #mmmmmm I HAVE OPINIONS #also cry a lot #I miss Bridge Four petition for my boys to come back

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skylights422 · 7 years ago

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Ok, so having binge-read Vanitas no Carte late in the evening/night when I was tired, I have decided I need to write about it before I can focus on any of my other hobby-related duties. If I forget/misremember any details, feel free to let me know!

Let’s go through the Big Stuff one at a time, shall we?

1. Noe, his oath to Ruthven, weird crap with his teacher

Noe is a very good-natured, honest fellow, but also pretty naive. He doesn’t seem to realize fully how bad/scary/etc his teacher is, fondly writing letters to him while everyone else who knows him - including his own grandchild, Louis - hate and/or fear him.

Not a lot has been revealed about Teacher other than he is called the Shapeless One and is enemies with Ruthven, which is a point I find interesting because of how suspicious and manipulative Ruthven is. Is that part of why Teacher hates Ruthven? Is it a moral conflict, a political one, a personal one? I’m hesitant to say its a moral one because honestly they are both incredibly shady and manipulative, cold people from little we’ve seen of them. So then its probably personal and/or political, the nature of which would be far easier to guess if we knew either of their motives more clearly. But I suspect their conflict will eventually become, in someway, central to the plot, and that it might possibly have something to do with the curse/oath put on Noe? I can’t see Teacher being thrilled that the man he hates has control over his pawn. (as he would see it)

And speaking of the oath, why does Ruthven want Noe in a position to obey his command, but only once? Is it a precautionary measure because he knows something about Noe’s position/powers, or does he have a specific event he’s planning on using that command on? This whole time I’ve been thinking the command is going to involve Vanitas some way, and it still very well could, but what if it involves Teacher in some way instead? Will it be used in conjunction with whatever power Ruthven has over Jeanne?

And another thing on Noe, I don’t think he’s come to terms with what happened to Louis as much as he acts, and I definitely think that even is gong to come back to haunt/cause trouble for him in some bizarre, horrific way. The stakes as a gift were made too significant to not show up again at least symbolically, but also perhaps literally, and I think there’s probably a lot we don’t know about Louis, Teacher, and the exact plans the latter had for the former. Like sure he was studying him because he was a curse-bearer, but was that it? What info did he hope to acquire? What was his conclusion at the end of said experiment? Whatever it was, I think its eventually going to become a Big Deal.

2. Vanitas, his character arc, his deal with Vamp!Vanitas and the blond kid, etc.

We recently got a pretty great Vanitas-Backstory-Centric arc and I have a lot of thoughts/feelings on the matter. Learning about Vanitas’s past somewhat and watching him confront some of it was absolutely fascinating and of course gut-wrenching, but as usual, it left me with a million questions.

First, I’m wondering about the blond boy, ‘no. 71′, who I usually just call Blond Boy or Creepy Kid. For this post lets say BB for short. We know he was a brother to Vanitas, but did they get along? BB seemed fond of Vamp!Vanitas, while we know Vanitas deeply hates her, so there must have been some conflict over that, right? What happened to him vs what does Vanitas think happened to him? Whenever Vanitas thinks of him, he’s accusatory and upset, was that actually how he acted or is that just Vanitas’s guilty conscious talking? I’m inclined to say its a little bit of both, because while I think Vanitas could have been fond of BB, and BB may have at least seemingly ‘died for him’. I can’t see them having had a perfect, conflict free relationship either.

And what was the promise Vanitas made to him? Was it to protect him since they were both in horrible situations, but he failed? Was it to free him? Kill him? Why couldn’t Vanitas keep the promise? It could have been because of what happened to BB, or because of some interference from Vamp!Vanitas, or because Vanitas couldn’t do it due to some personal failing (too scared, too indecisive, etc.). Each of these options have different, but equally interesting repercussions on Vanitas’s character arc. For example, if it was because BB died for him or was otherwise killed/removed/lost before the promise could be kept, it would emphasize Vanitas’s hate of being/feeling powerless and not in control, while if it was because of Vamp!Vanitas then it would be part of why he hates her so much now. And if it was due to his own failings, it would feed a hatred/fear of failing or not being able to decide, as well as increasing his self-loathing possibly even more than the first two options would.

And then I have like a hundred questions about Vamp!Vanitas. Why did she take in BB and Vanitas? Was there something inherently interesting about them to her? Did she want to free them, or was there an ulterior motive? How did she treat them and how long were they with her? I feel like she must have been cruel and/or manipulative, at least towards Vanitas, for him to hate her so much, but that says nothing about how she treated BB. Also did she actually go around killing red moon vampires at all? Is she really responsible for the curse-bearers or is it a coincidence that her book can cure them? Is she dead or alive? I’ve been assuming dead, since Vanitas took her book and name, but if she’s still kicking and comes back, what would that mean for Vanitas?

And of course I could go on and on about Vanitas’s reaction to everything in the last few chapters, but I’ll save most of that for chapter-reviews and character-specific posts. But basically, the fact that he hates Vamp!Vanitas even more than Morreau, and that it was BB that made him completely freeze up more than seeing his previous abuser in person again, says a ton about how bad things got under Vamp!Vanitas’s care, since that’s when whatever went down with BB went down, and i am worried about my trashy noodle for when he has to face BB directly. (I’ve also been wondering how he’s gong to react to that, will he freeze again? Revert to how he used to talk to him? Something else?)

3. Jeanne

Jeanne is one of the main protagonists I might have the most questions about, especially with the 2-Jeanne’s theory floating about. For starters, I really want to know how she came to be working for Ruthven. Is her service entirely part of the oath? Or was she working for him before that? What exactly was she forced to swear to, and how much does she remember about making the oath? When did she become so attached to Luca?

Of course I’m wondering what the end goal is with her with Vanitas on her side of things as well; for Vanitas the point is more obvious, this shows his misogyny and manipulation and allows for discussion on his perception of ‘love’. But what about for Jeanne? She’s being harassed by some wack human who she has promised to only drink blood from, making her dependent on her harasser. I’d say later it has developed into a way for her to explore feelings of attraction (towards his blood and on their date his faux kindness) as well, but I’m not sure what the conclusion to that might be. I also think it could be compared to how she’s also under Ruthven’s control, possibly leading to an arc about her freeing herself from her oath and from Vanitas? Ironically making her a parallel or possible foil for Vanitas who also has themes of imprisonment/freedom/individuality in his character arc? I think that could be a pretty interesting route to go.

And then there’s the ‘second Jeanne’ theory. We know Jeanne is extremely skilled in combat, offhand I can’t remember if she fought in the war or not, but she has the reputation as the ‘hellfire witch’, which I really want to learn more about. And if the Original Jeanne and Current Jeanne are different people, are their personalities significantly different? And with Jeanne showing up in the ‘past’, which version of Jeanne is Vanitas being saved by? I don’t offhand have any theories about this, but I find the idea has potential and leads to a lot of interesting questions.

Also I really love her interactions with Dominique so far and hope that develops into something or another, or is part of her growing independence/her future grab for free will.

4. The Chasseurs

Between Roland, Olivier, and Astolfo alone, there is quite a bit going on with the Chasseurs. For starters, Roland is a character that interests me a LOT. He’s not your normal ‘indoctrinated cult member who’s beliefs are unwavering to the point of seeming one-dimensional’ character; he changes his beliefs based on evidence, but is a firm believer in himself as a holy messenger. So its not so much the specifics of any one religion he’s attached to, its the idea that he’s doing holy work. But what I’m wondering is what does he want to do with that position? What is he trying to achieve? He’s researching vampires now to get more information, but what does he plan to do once he’s finished? Will he actually fight the other captains and abandon the church, or will he continue to blend in with the others while secretly pursuing his own agenda? I’m looking forward to finding out what his end goal is, because I find him a very interesting (and very intimidating) character.

And then there’s Olivier. I really wonder what his position is, why he became a captain. He was shocked but not angry when Roland said he was questioning that vampires were evil. He mainly seemed concerned with Roland’s well being, making me also wonder what their relationship is like. I’m not sure what to make of him yet, but I’m very intrigued.

Finally, Alstolfo. Is he the only higher up killing humans? Does he have his own agenda? Or is this a secret plot involving the Chasseurs as an organization? I’m not sure which I’d prefer; if it is the organization then I wonder why Roland, who is also a captain, seems aware of it. And if it is just Alstolfo...then I have a dozen questions as to why he’d join an institution all about protecting humans if he wanted to kill them. Perhpas this is a new goal, or there are only specific humans/kinds of humans he wants to kill? There’s been too little of him so far to have any concrete guesses, but I’m looking forward to finding out more.

Final Comments:

I would like to just throw in here how much I love Noe as a character. He’s sweet and naive, but not stupid or slow-witted; he’s a good fighter and quite good at analyzing a situation when he puts his mind to it. And I love his enthusiasm for everything, and how he’s so blunt about speaking his mind/opinions. So often the Naive Character is timid/shy, and seems much younger than they are in a bad way, but not Noe. Noe is just awesome and optimistic and a bit oblivious from leading such a sheltered life until recently.

Also, I didn’t get around to discussing Dominique much in this, but I really really like her and want to see how she comes into the plot more, and learn more about her relationship with Veronica and Teacher.

#vanitas no carte #vanitas #noe archiviste #jeanne #roland fortis #olivier #astolfo

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venusrosepetal · 7 years ago

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Our Girl. (Modern Military!AU) Intro.

Summary: (Modern!AU) Not long into your job as an army medic, you find yourself being deployed to Afghanistan on a six-month tour. You’ll find yourself in a whole new world of trouble while trying to adapt to your new normal, and maybe even find love along the way.

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes - Reader x OC

Warnings: War, angst, blood, gore, death, PTSD, stereotypes, sexual indications, SO MUCH SWEARING, cockney, a little offensive maybe?

Word Count: 2,260.

A/N: This is based off a UK aired TV program called Our Girl. It’s a brilliant show and I highly recommend it to anyone who likes military themed shows. I know a fair wack about The British Military but NOTHING about American Military, therefore this will be British based. The fic will include British slag and Army slang which ill try to keep it to a minimum, but be aware some might slip through. Also, although this will be a “Love” story, it will focus heavily on the Afghanistan war and soldiers, so the ‘love’ might not always be obvious. Please, if you don’t agree with the military or war or any of that, just keep it to yourself and move on from this fic.

If you have any advice, concerns or anything please let me know!

This guy below, is Dylan ‘Smurf’ Smith. You’ll meet him in this chapter. :)

October 2013.

“Zero. This is Charlie two-one. Contact fatal.” your rushed voice pushed through the comms over your ear as your trained eyes struggled to see the three fatalities barely fifty-metres away. Hunching over, your boot-clad feet stomped hurriedly through the wet sand towards the first, of the three, severely injured soldiers.

Sergeant. Your eyes lingered on the three stripes stitched proudly to his chest as two fingers pressed firmly to the side of his throat. Pulse - weak. The racket from the battle around, filtered through your ears once more as you moved to the next victim.

Private. No stripes adorned this newbies heaving chest. The screams ripping from his throat would convince any sceptic he was possessed and the sight of his mutilated, bloodied, limb-less lower thighs could make the warmest blood run cold.

“That’s it Private! Keep shouting at me!” Your voice demanding and controlled despite the explosions happening less than 30 meters away. Your bare hand’s fumbled with two tourniquets, tying them painfully tight above the jagged flesh that used to be knee-caps.

“Keep looking at me Private! I’m gonna get you out'a here!” you finished strapping off the second tourniquet and whipped your head over your shoulder to the third whaling soldier. Moving quickly on your knees, you scattered over to him. Two Stripes. Corporal.

“Alright Corporal, I know your chest says otherwise, but right now, I’m the boss.” you yell sternly at the man before you, his chocolate eyes bursting with agony and he nods at you. “I’m gonna need you to man up OK?. Man the fuck up!” you shout over the explosions and rifle fire spread around you as you grab his right calf and cut the circulation a few inches above his now blood-soaked, fleshy ankle. “Stay low boss! I need to save the Private!”

Pressing the radio attached to your chest as you crawled back to the barely-continuous Private “Hello Zero! This is Charlie-two-one-T-two! Emergency evac requir-”

“INSURGENT!”

Dropping to your stomach skilfully and pressing the but of the rifle firmly against your solid shoulder, you fired off three rounds towards the enemy before crouching to your feet above the Private’s head.

“I’m getting you out Private!” gripping his webbing straps around his broad shoulders, you pull his trembling body to the safety of the troop Land Rover before ducking your head and sprinting back through the shower of bullets and explosions to do the same with the Corporal.

As you pull the one-footed-Corporal out of harms way, this whistle blew. Your eyes scanned the dead bodies that’s decorated the red washed battle-field as they rose to their dirtied feet, picking up the men with ‘lost limbs’ and walked towards the now fully conscious Sergeant.

“Good work Private L/N.”

“Thank you Sergeant.”

“So, why’d you pick the Private?”

“Well, he lost both legs and was losing a lot of blood. The other lad lost a foot, but he was fully continuous. I had to make a decision quickly.” you answered breathlessly.

“Thanks lads, go get some scoff and pick up your Oscars while you’re there.” He called laughing, now addressing the rest of the troop before bringing his green eyes back to you. “You know, you don’t just go to who screams the loudest.” his Mancunian accent thick.

“No, boss. I wanted to tourniquet the Private before I jumped on the Corporal.”

“Well, what about me.”

“ Took full impact to the blast, assessed, unable to survive.”

He looked at you for a second, his lips slightly turning up at the corners before nodding his head at your appraisal and sending you to scoff with the others.

After dropping off your kit to the block and showing, your found yourself sitting on the plush, brown leather sofa in the canteen with the Private from earlier.

“Honestly, the way you were screaming, I thought you caught yourself on one of them phoney IUD’s.” he just laughed at you as you praised his acting skills, shovelling more of his sandwich into his mouth. Shaking your head your eyes grazed over his shoulder at a Clerk walking in with her eyes set on you.

“Private L/N, the OC wants you in his office.”

With a simple nod, you excused yourself from your fellow soldiers and made your way to your OC’s Office. Rounding the corner you walked up to the open door, pulling your head back, spine straight and chest puffed, bracing up to the older, red-headed officer.

“At ease, L/N.” you relaxed at his command and made your way over to the large, mahogany desk. “Bit cold out there today, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes sir. Absolutly boultic sir.”

“Well, you better pack your sun cream,” he smirked as you raised an inquisitive brow “You’re off to Afghan L/N and its 47 degrees.” (116F)

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as a jaw-aching smile was plastered over your face. Finally. Finally someone was telling your you’re good enough.

“You’ll be section Medic and replacement casualty. You’ve done well in you mission training, so you have tonight to say goodbye to your family. It’s not going to be easy L/N, you’re surving your country, do it and yourself proud. Brize Norton, tomorrow, eleven-hundred hours. You are to report to a Corporal Kinders , then to Sergeant Barnes of the USA and attach to his section under Captian Rogers . First impressions are important. Good luck Private .”

London 8:00pm

Saying goodbye to your family wasn’t as horrible for you, as you assumed it was for others. You lived in a run-down, three-bed, east London flat with your heavily pregnant mum, dead-beat dad and your four younger brothers and sisters. Your mum was a kind and loving woman, polar opposite to your controlling dad, who only cared for himself. He had been against you joining the army since the day you voiced your plans over a full-english in a grotty café. You knew he was only peeved because you’d no longer be there babysit while he went to the pub or because he couldn’t ‘borrow’ (and not return) money from you.

So when you arrived home that night, you received the exact reaction you’d expected.

Your mother cried, nestling her face in her swollen hands, but quickly turned blame on being hormonal, and your dad, he just huffed. He literally huffed. You sat on the floor and announced that, by lunch-time tomorrow, you’ll be on plane, to war, for six months and he huffs. His exaggerated breath causing his long, dark fringe to blow up, away from his eyes.

As for you younger siblings, only Lucy, who’s twelve, understands where you’re going. She promises to write every week and send you care packages with all your favourite nick bits, as well as making you promise to come home safely because she “couldn’t live in this nut house without you.” The others, who are all under five, scribbled you colourful picture and hugged your knees as your taxi pulled up to the pavement.

Giving one last wave to the balcony full people, you close the door to the cab and prepare for the journey.

. Brize Norton. 10:30am

Clad in your desert-camo uniform, brown boots and navy beret, you make your way across the large car park of Brize Norton RAF Airport. Daysack situated on your back and your plain black duffel bag hooked over both elbows you push open the door, passing your passport to the Clerk at the front desk.

Your wide eyes panned over the room, bodies dressed identically to you littered the walkways, chairs and some were even laid up the floors. You shimmied through the wall-to-wall soldiers, with your hand raised to a dark-skinned man calling your name .

“Private L/N.”

“Yes Corporal.” He passed you a bullet-proof vest equipped with a medic pouch strapped to the front and your circular dog-tags.

“I’m Corporal Kinders, welcome to the under five’s.” You followed his lead through the double doors and onto the airfield . “Right L/N, you’re with two-section.” He pointed to the small group of men on the far left using all four finger. ”You’re half the size of an average section as you’ll be joining Sergeant Barnes and a few US troops on the other side. So double in and join ‘em.” he announced nodding to the rowdy men. Around thirty soldiers stood in three haphazard lines in front of a fancy-looking camera laughing and joking. Dropping your kit by the door, you jogged over and stood with your section, looking at your booted feet.

“ Does it really take you massive cock-wombles this long to get in your sections for a bloody photograph!” Your eyes flickered up at the booming amercian voice, only to meet a well-built, extremely attractive, blonde Captain. His ocean blue eyes shot to yours when you let out an involuntary snicker.

“What’s are you laughing at Medic?” He boomed again. His authoritative tone and serious gaze making it harder to contain yourself.

“Cock-wombles sir.” you laughed.

Rolling his eyes and furrowing his blonde brows, he scanned the group again, raising his voice slightly. “For the benefit of our alleged new medic, who are we?”

“THE UNDER FIVES SIR!” the thirty-something soldiers all shout in sync, causing you jump slightly and roll your eyes at their enthusiasm. They probably practice in their bedrooms after hours. Twats.

“And why do you think we’re called that Medic?”

You peered your head forward and looked at your fellow comrades. No one here looked beyond thirty. “Because they’re all so young sir?” you questioned.

“And everyone of them is in my charge, So if you can’t hack being our medic and part of the team, I wont hesitate in throwing you out of that plane. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir.” Nodding your head, all evidence of a smile was now void from your complexion. Captain Rogers walked forward into the centre of sand-coloured bodies for the photograph, but not before briefly giving you the stink eye. Great. Foot-in-mouth.

“I love a Medic me…”

“Yeah that’s because you’re sick in the head mate.”

“Nah I’m not. Fuck off Mansfield.”

Walking back through the airport , you were surrounded by men. You didn’t know you would be the only female in your section before coming here, and it wasn’t exactly a present surprise. Sitting down on one of the squeaking, collapsible chairs, you pressed the heels of you hands into your eyes, trying to dim the headache that was starting to come on.

“Well, if it isn’t my 'round the back of the Indian take-away in Guildford.’” a loud groan escaped your dry throat when you heard the voice behind you. As if this day could get any worse. You’d know that Welsh prick anywhere. Jumping up and spinning on your toes, you were faced with a small framed lad with bright blue eyes and medium brown hair. He was wearing the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen that somehow manages to get even bigger when he sees your glum expression.

“We were bound to meet up again at some point. That’s the army for you.”

“Is that actually what you call me? Round the back of the Indian?” you question.

“Only for short, hm.” He shrugged, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I was going to text you back, but, we weren’t allowed phones in Catterick.” the pasty Welshmen commented.

“Oh yeah?” you retorted “You’ve got a little something on your chin.” His blue eyes widen slightly as he wipes quickly at his chin. You snort, batting the air with your hand.

“Oh no, it was just bullshit.” nodding with a sarcastic smile. He breathes out a short laugh before continuing with his taunt.

“I bet you don’t remember what they call me.”

“I do actually. Smurf. Because you look like one.”

“No I don’t!” He argued, feigning offense. “I’m gorgeous. Could'a had any one in you’re section that night, but I chose you.”

“But I chose you.” You mimicked causing a smug smirk to appear on his face. “Look don’t say anything too the others please. You know, first impressions and all that. It was just a once off and I don’t want this lot-” you point to the four men all sitting down laughing at each other. “-to think I’m some sort of slag.”

Smurf sucked a breath through his teeth, narrowing his eyes as they jump from you to the group of man-boys in front.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable keeping the truth from my comrades.”

“Well, I’m a comrade now too , so you better not let me down.”

“Look, I’ll just say, I was on my phase two, went to pirbright for the rugby. Met you and a few girls and had a laugh-”

“That’s the truth.”

“-round the back of the Indian take-away.”

“No, Smur-” he laughed, stepping ahead of you, making his presents known to the group of man-children. Four sets of eyes staring at the two of you.

“Lads. A mate of mine-” he nodded to you, hands shoved deep into his pockets. “-Cockney,” a round of cheers erupted from the men. Usually you would have laughed, but you were currently in a state of panic. Giving Smurf your best impression of a sad puppy he continued. “-We’re alright, be nice to her. Happy?” he asked, turning to you.

“Ecstatic. You Welsh wanker.” He laughed, his blue eyes crinkling around the edges. You couldn’t fight toothy grin making it’s way to your face. Maybe this wasn’t going to be too bad after all.

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#ourgirl #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky au #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #mynameispaigex

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abloomntime · 4 years ago

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A Bloom In Time P5

"DAD!!"

"Mrrrrow?"

"THaNK YoU dEaR CHILD. For My FREEdOM," it spoke in multiple voices at once sending a giant chill down her spine.

"Little girl, I-is that scary shadow lady g-gone?", the mafia man asked.

Hattie blinked up at all of them and shook her head. "Where did you all come from?", she asked the Dweller looking at her but they didn't speak, instead the mafia man did again.

"That doesn't matter! Have you seen m-"

"SNATCHER!?", she desperately shouted as tears began to form in her eyes, "DAD PLEASE!!"

"K-KID?!", that voice shouted back as she ran and she felt relief hit her as she burst through the second staircase door and stopped at the top of the stairs looking around.

"I'M HERE!! WHERE-....."

"Dad?...."

".....Snatcher?," She questioned unsure about what she was seeing.

Especially. WHEN. SHE. MOVED.

"V-Vanessa", Moonjumper spoke out in a fearful tone. SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!!! Snatcher's voice boomed inside their head but it was too late.

"Um...Excuse me there," he spoke in a light british like accent as he addressed the small crowd, "But would someone kindly explain to me what's going on here?"

"Mafia would like to know too," one of the newer mafia men spoke up too but he like his college look nervous, "Where is scary lady with red eyes?"

"What did you guys do?" Both looked down at Hattie as she scowled up at them, holding the metal frame up to them. "What happened?!"

.....Moonjumper scowled. "Ask the shadow creton." "OH!! Be quiet you!" Snatcher rambled back out started to pet Rough Patch who was purring in his master's hold. Hattie continued to look at them with a scowl before the ghost sighed. "Alright. Alright. ....I'll tell you."