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A/N: holy SHIT u guys the way i absolutely LOVE how this turned out,,,,, i REALLY hope u guys love it as much as i do and pls pls pls don’t be afraid to tell me ur favorite parts or give me suggestions for the next part!! and thank u miss tanya @sunflowers-styles for beta reading this part!!! ily mwah<3

Warnings: some explicit language & slight sexual innuendos

Word count: 5.9k+

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You gaze out into the crystal blue ocean as you drive along the beachfront, car window ajar allowing the salty, warm breeze to kiss your skin gently. The sun glimmers brightly in the sky, not a single cloud in sight and you feel as though nothing could possibly go wrong.

Deidre invited you on this beach trip as a last minute getaway. She knew you’d been having a bit of a hard time with your mental health recently, so she decided to rent a beach house for the two of you to try and help you get out of your “funk” as she called it. Two weeks of relaxation with nothing to worry about. Just lounging around in the warm sun with your best friend for 14 days. You simply couldn’t say no.

Seeing as Deidre has been your best friend for the majority of your lifetime, trips like these aren’t uncommon in the slightest. In fact, you’ve been on so many vacations with her and her family that you can’t even fathom going somewhere like this without her.

“Do you wanna stop and grab something to eat before we get to the house?” The sound of her voice draws you from your almost dazed state and you turn to look at her as she drives. Immediately at the mention of food, your stomach gurgles violently, loud enough for both of you to hear which causes you both to burst into a fit of laughter.

“I guess that answers your question better than anything.” You choke through laughter.

“Well then,” She giggles, “McDonald’s, here we come!”

The two of you purchase almost the entire McDonald’s menu and eat approximately 3/4ths of it in the car before you’re finally headed to the beach house with bloated tummies and quenched appetites.

Eventually, you’re pulling into the driveway of a small, teal beach house facing the ocean. The house is lifted on stilts due to its position near the ocean and the paint is slightly worn, chipping away on the wooden slats most likely due to past tropical storms. There are two sets of steps, both leading to a wrap around porch, one coming from the back of the house (where the pool is) and one leading directly to the front door. It’s quaint and homey and you love it.

When you’d initially pulled in, you hadn’t noticed the other car parked in the driveway, but now that you’re stepping out of Deidre’s car, your gaze falls directly onto the bright yellow Ferrari parked only a few feet away from you. There is only one person you know that owns that exact car.

“Oh! I forgot to mention, Harry is staying here too.”

You whip your head in Deidre’s direction, your jaw nearly dropping from its hinges. “Why didn’t you tell me that earlier??”

She shrugs casually as she swings the drivers door shut and walks around to the back. “I guess I forgot.” She presses a button on her keys and the back door slowly opens in front of her. “Plus, I didn’t think you’d mind, the two of you have always gotten along.”

“Deidre, that’s not why I’m upset-”

“Great, then what’s the problem?” She interrupts, eyebrows raised in question as she stares at you. You definitely aren’t one for violence, but the image of smacking her directly across the face flashes across your mind for a moment and you seriously consider doing it. “He’s just here to relax like us. And he’s paying for the place, so I couldn’t really say no.”

You let out an exasperated groan in response, slamming the passenger door shut and stomping around to the back of the car so that you can retrieve your own bags.

The truth is, you and Harry had gotten along in the past, which would give you no reason to be panicking right now, but something you hadn’t told Deidre was that for the entirety of your childhood, you were madly in love with him. Yes, he’s older than you by a few years, but that never stopped you from pining over him from the ripe age of six. You had watched the way he treated his two sisters and mother for so long and fell in love with his kindness and care for others. You used to daydream about the day he would realize his love for you, but of course Harry got famous and that day never came.

It’s been years since you’ve seen him in person. The last time you were in direct contact was nearly 4 years ago, a couple years after he went on The X Factor and was immediately consumed by fame. He was 18 at the time, visiting home during a little break, and you were having a sleepover with Deidre, but the length of your collision wasn’t very long. A few harmless words were exchanged during dinner and then you and Deidre had excused yourselves to continue your evening and that was it. Then, he was undeniably the most attractive boy you had ever seen and now, if it was even possible, he’d blossomed into a beautiful man, even more attractive than he was before.

As you begin to haul your bags out of the trunk, Harry appears at the top of the steps, screen door leading into the house flapping loudly behind him.

“Need some help with bags?” He calls, swiftly galloping down the wooden steps.

Deidre sighs in relief, “That’d be great, thanks Harry!”

His long, curly hair is pulled into a tight bun at the top of his head, a few stray curls framing his beautiful face. He smiles at you, dimples sinking deeply into his cheeks as he strides towards you, “Long time, no see,”

You feel the heat rising in your cheeks and you smile sheepishly, “Hi, Harry, how are you?”

“I’m pretty good! And yourself?” He asks, effortlessly tugging your large bag from the trunk of the car and slinging it over his shoulder.

You swallow thickly, struggling to keep your eyes off of his straining muscles through his thin t-shirt. “I’m uh- I’m good as well.”

“Glad to hear it, babe.” He winks and you watch as he takes a few smaller bags from the trunk, heading back up the stairs and through the front door, breathing out a shaky sigh before grabbing your remaining bag.

Deidre is already halfway up the stairs behind him when she calls back to you, ��Can you close the trunk before coming up?”

You shoot her a quick thumbs up and drop the bags onto the cement driveway, lifting your arms above your head and slamming the large door shut before picking up the bags again and heading towards the stairs. You’re still quite stunned at what just happened and, frankly, you’re a little bit vexed with Deidre’s nonchalant way of sharing that Harry was going to be joining you on what was supposed to be a relaxing trip. Nevertheless, you’re forced to set your feelings aside and keep your mouth shut for fear of Deidre prying the truth out of you.

As you step into the house, screen door slamming behind you, you take a gander around the living area. It’s small and you can tell it hasn't been redecorated since at least 1985. Every piece of decor has some sort of relation to a beach (quite fitting considering where you are). Even the wallpaper is covered with small seashells and fish and it makes you chuckle. There’s an opening connected to the living area that leads directly to the kitchen, a second doorway that you assume leads to the bedrooms, and a large sliding glass door that leads to the back porch.

Deidre saunters out of the second doorway, “C’mon, let me show you our room!”

You frown, “Our room?”

“Yeah, there are only two bedrooms.”

“Oh,” You take a moment to breathe in, feeling your frustration building with every passing moment as you follow her into the small hallway. You pass the first door on your right, glancing inside to find the bathroom before moving on. The next door you pass is a bedroom decorated identically to the living room, a queen sized bed crammed into the corner with a quilt covered in clownfish and seaweed and the last door is another bedroom. This bedroom is painted a bright coral pink and the theme seems to be seashells due to the seashell print on the bed’s quilt and the framed seashells above the bed. This room, although similar to the first one, is a little bit larger and the bed rests directly in the middle of the room instead of it being crammed into the corner like the first one.

You step into the room after Deidre and toss your bags onto the floor next to the wall before throwing yourself onto the bed as you kick your shoes off. “I’m so ready to relax,”

She hums as she unzips her large bag and begins shoveling her clothes into the top drawer of the dresser across from the bed. “Me too,”

“I think I might go for a swim,” You turn over onto your back, lifting yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed as you look at her. “Wanna join me?”

“As soon as i finish unpacking, I will.”

You shoot her a quick thumbs up and shove yourself off of the bed and towards your bags. Harry had set your large bag of clothes right beside the door, so you fall to your knees and pull it towards you to search for your bathing suit.

“Go ask if Harry wants to come, too.” She adds, tossing her own bathing suit onto the bed.

You hate her. You want to strangle her. It’s like she knows. But of course, she doesn’t. You’d never told anyone about your little crush and you planned to keep it that way. Tucking the valuable information into the very back of your mind for the rest of eternity.

Without a word, you push yourself onto your feet and pad through the doorway, the thick carpet squishing softly beneath your bare feet. You’re hesitant to call for him at first, quietly wandering through the hallway, peering into the open doorways. Both rooms are empty, but there’s evidence of him sprawled across the bedroom. A large suitcase thrown haphazardly on the bed with clothes and shoes strewn all around it.

“Harry?” You continue walking, stepping out into the living room to find him lounging on the couch with the TV on in nothing but a pair of tight, black jeans, tattoos on full display. “Oh, there you are,” He looks up at you, a hint of mischief behind his virescent eyes. “Dee was wondering if you wanted to go for a swim with us.” it’s a statement, of course, but the wavering of your voice makes it sound like a question.

“I would,” He starts, sitting up a little and reaching for the TV remote to turn down the volume. “But it looks like it’s about to rain.”

You frown, turning to the sliding glass window to find that in the short amount of time it took for you to take your bags from the car and into the house, the sky had filled with dark, fluffy clouds.

“Shit.”

Thunder rumbles in the distance, droplets of rain mizzling against the windows and roof quietly as the three of you keep yourselves dry inside the beach house.

“Alright, we have Monopoly, Life, Scrabble, Cards Against Humanity, a deck of regular playing cards, Jenga, and a few puzzles.” Deidre lists as she shovels through the large chest beside the couch, labeled ‘Games’. “Which one sounds the most fun right now?”

You curl your feet underneath you on the couch and shrug, “A puzzle sounds nice.”

She nods, turning to Harry who’s making himself a sandwich in the kitchen. “Harry?”

“I agree with her on the puzzle.”

“Puzzle it is, then.” She concludes, grabbing the first puzzle her eyes land on and setting it on the wooden coffee table. Another fit of thunder causes the house to shiver and you sigh, silently cursing the rain for trapping you inside on the first day of vacation.

After Harry comes back into the living room and settles onto the couch beside you, Deidre sits on the other side of the coffee table and dumps the puzzle pieces out onto it. A show you’ve never heard of plays on the TV behind her and you glance up from the puzzle every now and then to watch it as the three of you sit in silence.

The entire evening Harry sits beside you, his arm gently nudging yours every time he reaches forward to move a puzzle piece. At first, you brush it off as an accident, barely acknowledging his presence, but when he takes it a step further and knocks a puzzle piece out of your hand, you glance in his direction to find him smiling smugly to himself. You shake your head, holding back a small smile as you return to the puzzle, finding a different piece and placing it where it belongs. Two can play at that game.

As Harry reaches for another piece, you quickly reach over his arm and snatch the piece he was aiming for, mumbling: “Ah, here it is! I was looking for this one.”

You can feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your face as you hold back a laugh, a grin tugging at your lips.

“Was that necessary?” He hums thickly, keeping his gaze in your direction.

You shrug, placing the piece into its home. “I mean, that’s the point of building a puzzle, right? Finding each piece and where it goes...”

He smirks and shakes his head at you but doesn’t respond.

A few hours pass as the three of you work and soon, it’s dark outside and the rain has calmed to a light drizzle. Deidre yawns and stretches her arms above her head before glance at the time on her phone.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed, it’s pretty late and long drives always make me tired.” She says through another yawn and you nod.

“Me too,”

“Alright then, wimps,” Harry replies, “I guess I’ll just have to party by myself.”

Deidre looks at you and rolls her eyes dramatically as Harry chuckles to himself. You push yourself up from the couch, stretching your arms out above your head just like Deidre had done moments ago.

“Goodnight, Harry.” She hums, stepping around the coffee table to smack a quick kiss to his forehead before sauntering off to the bedroom. You glance behind you as you follow her, giving Harry a small wave.

“G’night,” He mumbles softly in response and you can feel his gaze on you as you step into the hallway. Part of you thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’s checking you out.

Warm droplets of water cascade down your bare skin as you step out of the shower, wrapping a soft towel around your body. You hum quietly to yourself, patting the towel against your skin to dry off as much as possible.

Just as you’ve finished drying yourself off, you realize you completely forgot to bring a clean change of clothes into the bathroom, so you’re just left with the dirty clothes you’d spent the entire day in. Cringing at the thought of putting the clothes back on, you decide to take your chances and slip out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around your form.

You gather the pile of clothes into your arms after taking a moment to moisturize and brush your teeth, stepping out into the dark hallway. Suddenly, just as you’re taking another step, Harry appears at the end of the hallway, crunching loudly with a bowl of cereal in hand. He’s clothed in a thin, grey t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, fluffy socks pulled onto his feet.

“Shit,” You gasp, eyes widening as you press the bundle of clothes to your chest harshly.

“Oh, hey,” Harry says mid chew.

You pause, “I didn’t think you’d be awake...”

He smiles sheepishly, “Yeah, uh, I got a little hungry.”

“I can see that,”

“I can make you a bowl if you’d like,” He offers, jutting a thumb behind his shoulder towards the kitchen.

“Harry-” You scoff, “I am quite literally standing naked in front of you right now.”

He shrugs, chuckling to himself as his eyes flit to the ground and then back up to you. “Was just trying to be polite.”

“Um- well, thanks, but I think I’m alright for now.”

“Alright,” He sighs, taking another bite from his spoon, “Goodnight, then.”

“‘Night.” You murmur, watching him strut past you towards his room. You wait until the door is closed before you scurry into your own room, finding Deidre fast asleep on her side of the bed.

Morning comes sooner than anticipated and soon, you’re dragging yourself out of bed as Deidre snores. You’re not expecting her to get out of bed anytime soon.

You trudge out into the kitchen with a yawn, finding Harry leaning against the countertop with his nose buried in a book. He’s in the same clothes from the night before, but instead of his hair being pulled back into a bun

“Good morning,” You smile, wrapping your arms around yourself as you step onto the cold tile.

He glances up from his book and smiles back, tucking a bookmark between the pages before setting it down on the countertop. “Mornin’. Coffee’s almost ready if you want some. I made enough for all of us.”

“Oh, great, thank you!”

“I went out to the shops earlier as well and got some of that coffee creamer you and Dee like,” He starts, pushing his large hand through his long, curly hair. “I know it’s been a bit since we last saw each other, but I know that she still likes it, so I assumed you do, too.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you take a clean mug from the dish rack lying beside the sink, “I actually do still like it, thank you.”

He shakes his head, “S’no problem, really.”

The coffee maker beeps twice to indicate that the coffee is finished brewing and Harry turns, reaching out for your mug. “May I?”

“Oh- yes, please,” You smile, allowing him to take the ceramic mug from your hand and pour the scalding liquid into the mug before gently placing it back into your hand. “Thanks.”

You walk to the fridge, swinging the door open to scavenge for the creamer he’d mentioned earlier. The carton catches your eye and you snatch it from the shelf, kicking the fridge door shut before setting the mug on the counter.

“Did I get the right kind?” Harry asks as you unscrew the cap.

“Yep!” You smile, pouring the cream into the dark coffee, causing the two to swirl together into a thick, hazel colored liquid. You find a small spoon in one of the many drawers lining the countertop and you drop it into the liquid, stirring it momentarily before tapping off the excess liquid and placing the spoon into the sink. Glancing back up at him, you take a careful sip from your mug to test the temperature.

“Good?” He asks, sipping from his own mug slowly.

“Great.” You confirm, taking a larger sip as you lean your hip against the counter.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few long moments, sipping your coffee leisurely before Harry speaks.

“Do you-” He clears his throat, “Do you want to go sit out on the back deck with our coffee? The weather’s great and the view is phenomenal.”

He seems slightly more nervous than he had been the day before, most likely due to your brief run in that evening, but you don’t mind. “Yeah, that sounds nice!”

He nods towards the doorway with a smile, waiting for you to take the first step before following behind you through the sliding glass door. There are a few chairs settled around a small, round table, overlooking a breathtaking view of the beach where a few people are getting their morning jog in or just strolling leisurely along the shore. You slide yourself into the furthest chair, careful not to spill the hot coffee in your hand as you do so, watching Harry as he does the same.

You wonder why, if he was paying for the entire trip, he would choose such a cheap beach house in such a rural part of this particular beach. Seeing as he was a multi millionaire, you’d assume he would choose the most expensive place to stay in the most popular area, but that obviously isn’t the case. Not that you aren’t grateful for staying there for free, because you are, you’re just curious.

“So,” You begin, sipping your coffee for a moment before continuing. “How’s celebrity life treating you?”

He chuckles, pushing a hand through his luscious mane, “S’not bad. Been treatin’ me pretty well, I can’t complain.”

You nod, “That’s good, I’m glad to hear it.” Pausing for a moment, you curl your feet beneath you on the chair before speaking again. “Can I ask you something?”

He glances up from his coffee, raising his eyebrows with a nod, “Sure.”

You take a breath, aware of the intrusiveness of your question but speaking anyways. “Dee told me you’re paying for all this,” You motion to the house with your hands, “And I’m just wondering why you chose to come here and rent this house when you have the money for something much nicer in a much nicer area.”

He thinks about it for a moment, brows furrowed in thought before he lets out a breathy laugh. “Honestly, there are a few reasons,” He clears his throat and crosses one leg over the other. “The first one is that I’m able to avoid paparazzi, for the most part, because they don’t suspect that I’d ever stay in a place like this,” He explains, using his hands to animate. “And the second one is that I like to make things as normal as possible, especially when I’m spending time with Dee. I know she would absolutely love staying in some bougie mansion with its own private beach, but I just don’t want things to be different from when we were kids, you know? I’d rather her not have the image of me being a rich asshole in her head all the time. I just want her to see me as she always has; her big brother.”

Your heart flutters in your chest at his sentiment, the reminder of just how much he cares about his family causing certain feelings to come rushing back to you. “I- sorry, I know that was a weird question to ask... but yeah that makes sense. I didn’t really think of it that way.”

Just as you finish speaking, Deidre comes bursting wildly through the sliding glass door in her bathing suit and a large towel draped over her arm.

“IT’S BEACH TIME, FUCKERS!!” She screams, leaping down the stairs and bolting across the dock leading to the beach. Her bare feet kick up clouds of sand as she runs across the beach, dropping her towel carelessly as she gallops into the water.

You and Harry look at each other with wide eyes, both of you bursting into a fit of laughter at the same time. You open your mouth to speak, but Deidre beats you to it.

“COME ON GUYS!! IT FEELS GREAT!”

You look back at Harry again, snickering. “I think we should get out there.”

He hums, “I agree.”

You both lift yourselves out of the porch chairs, heading into the house to change into your own bathing suits. Harry, of course, offers to take your mug and clean it.

Around ten minutes pass before you’re finally in your bathing suit stepping out onto the sand with Harry following close behind. Deidre is laying out on the sand with an arm draped over her eyes as she waits for the two of you to arrive. Since it’s still morning, there’s a bit of a nippy breeze to the air, causing goosebumps to litter your skin and shiver to travel down your spine.

“Finally,” She breathes, pushing herself up from the towel. Harry comes up behind you and drops both of your towels onto the sand beside her along with his book from this morning.

“S’quite nice out, innit?” He hums, resting his hands against his hips. His hair is pulled back into a bun and he’s wearing the shortest bright yellow swim trunks you’ve ever seen and you can’t help but to giggle a little.

Deidre rolls her eyes, reaching forward and grasping your arm before dragging you with her towards the water. It’s around 10:00 am and there are a few more people on the beach than there were when you and Harry had first sat on the deck, so when you enter the water, you and Deidre aren’t the only ones there.

Though there are people on the beach, none of them seem to notice that Harry’s there. They’re all caught up in their own vacations, oblivious to the fact that a multi-millionaire celebrity is galloping into the ocean towards you like a child.

You and Deidre screech as he comes toppling into the water head first, cool water splashing around him and onto both of you. The small waves crash into your legs whilst you clamor through the water, Harry surfacing dramatically, completely soaked and absolutely gorgeous.

“It’s fucking freezing,” You mutter under your breath, wrapping your bare arms around yourself as you trudge deeper into the water.

“If you get wet, it won’t be as cold.” Harry retorts, adjusting the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

You shake your head at him, “You’re insane,”

Just as you speak those words, Deidre dunks herself completely under water, splashing you once again as she comes back to the surface.

Harry chuckles, “C’mon, you’re gonna get wet eventually.”

You ignore the subtle innuendo. “I have no intention of getting in further than here so if you really want me to go under, it’s gonna have to be done by force.”

He cocks an eyebrow from beneath his sunglasses. “Is that a challenge?”

“Don’t even think about it,” You breathe, glaring at him.

“You really shouldn’t have said that,” Deidre snickers as Harry begins to creep towards you slowly. His eyes are hidden beneath his sunglasses but you can tell his pupils are narrowed in directly on you.

You step back with every step he takes forward, small waves crashing into the backs of your thighs at the movement of the water. He lifts his arms slightly as he stalks toward you and you squeal, nearly stumbling backwards and toppling back into the cold water.

“Harry, I swear to god-” You start but you’re quickly interrupted by your own shriek as he tackles you into the water. It feels as though you’ve inhaled gallons of water from the impact once you resurface, sputtering and gasping dramatically. He doubles over with laughter and Deidre cackles a few feet away. You feel like a sad, wet dog standing in the ocean as they laugh at you and you cross your arms over your chest with a huff. “I hate both of you so much.”

Harry rolls his eyes, “Oh, come onnnn, it’s not that bad.”

“My nipples could do some serious damage right now,” You growl between chattering teeth and both of them giggle.

“Well, you’re wet now so there’s no point in not swimming with us.” Deidre shrugs, dipping back under as a wave rolls by.

You stand in silent rage for a few moments, glaring at Harry as he tries in vain not to let his eyes flicker down to your breasts. You don’t notice his eyeline wavering, though, too distracted by the brumal temperature of your body. A particularly nippy breeze attacks your damp skin and you whimper slapping your arms around your chest.

“I’m going back to the shore. It’s way too cold for this.” You huff, the water sloshing loudly as you begin to traipse back to the shore.

Harry watches you stumble back onto the soppy sand with a slight smirk on his pink lips and you can hear the low chuckle escape from his chest breathily. You counter his haughty chortle with a middle finger thrown up behind you, eyes trained in front of you to shield your view of him.

Once you reach the towels you’d set out earlier, you unfold your towel and wrap it around your shoulders before plopping your ass into the sand. The chattering of your teeth subsides after a few moments and you glance to your side to find the book Harry had been reading. Curiosity fills you and you reach over, lifting it from its spot on Harry’s towel and bringing it in front of you to examine it.

It’s a paperback, the cover an off-white cardstock with a simple design of a bleeding heart, impaled by an arrow on the front. The title reads “The Course of Love, a novel by Alain De Botton” and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. You never would have assumed that he would be such a romantic.

You turn to the first chapter titled “Infatuations”, scanning it briefly and landing on the small, italicized paragraph in the middle that reads, “A marriage doesn’t begin with a proposal, or even an initial meeting. It begins far earlier, when the idea of love is born, and more specifically the dream of a soul mate.”

“Insightful.” You mutter to yourself, eyebrows raised in understanding before fanning the pages to scour the book further.

As you scan the blur of pages, you find that there are words scrawled all over the margins of the paper, words frantically underlined like they’d been scribbled whilst he was in a hurry. Your thumb lands approximately a fourth of the way into the book, a small photograph slipping from the spine and into your lap as you open it. It’s a photo of him, Deidre, Gemma (their older sister) and Anne (their mother) all cuddled up together on Anne’s couch with warm smiles on their faces. Their smiles are almost identical to each other as well as their features and, in a way, it comforts you.

You glance back up from the photo to the page of the book, your eyes immediately landing on an underlined sentence from the italicized section. It reads, “When two people belong together, there is simply--at long last--a wondrous reciprocal feeling that both parties see the world in precisely the same way.” You suck in a breath at the words for a moment but a sudden droplet of water landing on the page pulls you from your stupor.

“I see you’ve found my book,” Harry’s voice belows above you and you snap your head in his direction as he shakes his dripping wet hair.

You nestling the photo back into the spine of the book before shutting it and smiling up at him sheepishly. “Sorry, I- it was just sitting there and I got curious.”

“S’alright, I don’t mind,” He shrugs, reaching for his towel and wrapping it around himself. “What’d you think?”

“Oh- I only read a couple sentences,” You mutter, tightening the towel around yourself. “But from what I did read, it seemed quite insightful.”

“Oh, yeah?” He quirks an amused eyebrow at you.

“Yeah,” You chuckle, “Very elegant and sophisticated.”

“Mmm.” He hums, nodding his head in agreement.

Your bottom lip slips between your teeth to hold back a grin as you glance away from him towards the water. Your eyes land on a group of people standing around Deidre in the shallow water directly across from you. You frown, “What’s Dee gotten herself into?”

He takes a swig from the metal bottle of water he’d brought with him before speaking, “Made herself some new friends, I guess.”

You study them for a moment, watching her laugh heartily at one of the guys’ jokes and pursing your lips together. Wherever the two of you went, she was always capable of making friends. Her natural charm could sweep anyone off their feet and it endlessly left you feeling like an extra wheel. You know she doesn’t mean to leave you out of things, she never has any sort of malicious intent, but you’re both so different from each other that it constantly feels like you’re left in the dust.

You glance away from the group, looking back in Harry’s direction to distract yourself from the intrusive thoughts filling your mind.

“So, um, what’re your opinions on it?” You start again, clearing your throat quietly. “The book, I mean.”

He smiles as he skillfully tosses his sopping hair into a messy bun, “I like it. S’actually the second time I’ve read it.”

Your eyebrows quirk at that, “Really?”

He nods, tilting his body closer to you and bending one of his legs up against his chest. “Yeah.”

You laugh, “What do you expect from that?”

“What, like, do I expect it to change?” You nod silently in response and he shrugs. “I mean- no, it’s just… comforting, in a way.”

“Comforting,” You repeat to yourself. “I guess that makes sense.”

“It also kind of helps me retain the information better, you know?” He continues, mindlessly digging his fingers into the damp sand.

“Yeah, I understand,” You reply softly, “Do you do that with all the books you read?”

He nods, “More or less.”

There’s an abrupt screech, followed by a few animated giggles and both of you look up at the sound. Deidre is running towards the two of you happily, a wide smile spread across her face as she skids to a stop in front of you.

“I’m gonna go get lunch with these guys,” She chokes, out of breath from the short jog over. “Do either of you wanna come?”

You glance behind her at the group as they watch her for a moment and then you turn your head back to her. “You go ahead, I think I’ll just stay back here.”

Her expression falls a little and she sighs, turning to Harry with a hopeful look. He looks at you for a moment and then peers back up at her.

“Think m��gonna do the same. Have fun, though.” He smiles and you nod along with him.

She sighs again, reaching down and yanking her towel from the sand. “Alright, well, I’m gonna go change and then I’ll be heading out with them for a couple hours.”

You watch as she calls back to them that she’ll “be right back” before galloping back up to the house with her towel dragging behind her.

“You could’ve gone with them if you wanted to, you know,” You say quietly. “I’m alright by myself.”

He shakes his head, “No, no, s’not really my scene anyways.”

You stay silent after that, watching the repetitive roll of the waves in a mindless state. Deidre returns in a matter of minutes, a loose dress tossed over her bathing suit, her long, dark hair tied into a high ponytail fluttering behind her as she prances.

“See ya!” She calls after you.

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juminhanswife48 · 4 years ago

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Jumin X MC: going to watch Zen’s play

hehehe had this idea for a while, hope u all enjoy!!!

“MC, slow down!” Jumin quickly shuffled behind her, almost falling victim to the crowds that were accumulating on the sideways. “What is the rush?”

MC grasped his hand tighter, as if she were the mother to a toddler. His heavy feet dragged behind her, protesting every turn she took. He sighed loudly, making faces of annoyance at every sign or mention of the mysterious event. MC fled through the crowds with Jumin attached to her. “Sorry!” MC yelled back with a sweet smile as she bumped into anyone. No one could stay mad at her sweet smile, so even the street punks just brushed off the tiny alterations.

Jumin took note of his surroundings, they were in the heart of the city. The only things there were the theatre, restaurants, clubs, and shops. They’d already had dinner, it was too late to shop, so she was taking him to the club or the theatre.

“We are here!” MC smiled as she stopped in her tracks and looked behind her. There Jumin stood, his eyes relaxed with a look of absolute disgust.

“Why did you take me here?”

MC looked up and pointed to the lighting up sign: ACTOR ZEN GOES BACK TO HIS ROOTS IN...TEI’S TEA LEAF!! PREMIERING FOR ONLY 3 DAYS!! The sign read in glistening golden letters.

“MC...i’m not sitting through an hour of him galloping on stage as his fan girls drool over him.”

“Come on!” MC pleaded. “We have to support our friends.”

“Your friend.” Jumin quickly corrected.

“No, he’s apart of the RFA and we all need to get along.” MC dropped his hand then moved closer to him. “He’d really appreciate if everyone showed up. Seven is already busy with work and can’t come, so i’m sure he would appreciate it if you did.”

“Ugh,” Jumin scoffed. “I’m only going to sit through this for you.”

MC smiled, then grabbed his hand again. “He gave all the RFA members access to the balconies, so we can all watch from there together.”

MC began walking to the entrance with Jumin dragging his feet behind her. “So excited.” He sarcastically nodded.

“Oh! And he told everyone to meet in his dressing room before the show.”

Jumin looked up at the night sky before they entered the building.

This is going to be a long night.

_______

“Hey!” Zen smiled wide as MC opened his dressing room door. “I’m so glad you came!” He got to MC’s level and gave her a friendly hug.

“Hi Zen.” MC quickly hugged him.

“Back up.” Jumin appeared into the doorframe.

“Ugh why did you have to bring this JERK?” Zen rolled his eyes obnoxiously as he backed away from MC.

“Don’t hug MC like that.” Jumin immediately shot back.

“We aren’t doing this tonight.” MC said as she put herself in between the two men. She knew things would escalate if she didn’t intervene, and although it would be so entertaining to watch them hash it out, now wasn’t the time.

“Jumin, it was just a friendly hug. And Zen, stop calling him names.”

Jumin smirked at Zen, then grabbed MC’s waist and pulled her in close to him.

“Anyways!” Zen said. He turned quickly, his long ponytail swaying in the air. “Seven couldn’t make it. And Jaehee said she might be a little bit late.” He sat on his chair, then made direct eye contact with Jumin. “Thanks to her lovely boss who exploits her labor-”

“Oh my god you guys need to stop.” MC interrupted.

“I haven’t said or done anything yet to incite an argument.” Jumin said innocently. He looked around the room and saw a red couch, up against the wall. Jumin quietly took MC’s hand then walked to the couch and they sat shoulder to shoulder.

“Zen, don’t you have to do makeup or something?” MC asked, quickly changing the subject. Maybe it was a mistake taking Jumin to the musical, but she thought it would be a sweet gesture to support Zen.

“No, i just have to change my clothes before the play starts.” Zen answered.

MC always loved when the whole RFA spent time together, although it was really hard to get those gatherings.

Jumin already had a busy schedule, Jaehee too. Seven was constantly backed up with work, and Zen got mobbed in the daylight. When the RFA got together it was usually in private, or at night time. There was a flip side though, Yoosung was usually always free and loved hanging out with MC. Jumin didn’t mind when they hung out too much; he just requested that MC texted him every half hour.

“Hellooo!” Yoosung proudly announced as he answered the room. The awkward veil got lifted, as Zen smiled back. “I had to ask for directions back here and the security thought I was Zen’s fan...Oh, hey MC and Jumin!”

“Hi Yoosung.” MC said cheerfully. Jumin raised his hand up then waved.

Rather quickly Zen and Yoosung began talking amongst themselves.

Jumin focused his attention back to MC, then placed his hand on her thigh. She looked at him, her eyes big with a rose blush appearing on her cheeks.

“Jumin…” She whispered. She rubbed her nose then smiled. “About what Zen said…I feel really bad for Jaehee,” She placed her hand on top of his. “She works so hard for you, you don’t exploit her, but she deserves a break once in a while. You should go easy on her.”

“Please MC, not right now. Let’s talk about this later.”

“I’m sorry.” She was slightly embarrassed.

“Hey!” Yoosung said as he looked at Jumin. “I’m surprised you came...”

“MC just dragged me around town, she didn’t tell me where we were going.”

“Ohh, now i get it. That’s smart, MC. Good one.” Zen chimed in.

“Super smart!” Yoosung said.

Yoosung and Zen resumed their conversation, then Jumin looked into MC’s eyes. “I’m sorry if i hurt your feelings. I didn’t mean it that way. I just want to keep my work separate from my personal life.”

“I get it, it’s ok.” MC said. Jumin smiled then squeezed her thigh.

“Heyyy! So gross and handsy!!” Zen laughed loudly.

Jumin quickly took his hand from her thigh, then rolled his eyes. “You both are so childish.”

“Ignore them.” MC softly said. Jumin’s face was lit up with shades of red and pink, he tried to cover his face but it didn’t work, which Zen blissfully pointed out.

Zen and Yoosung continued with their laughter, until a tiny feminine voice said ‘Hello’ at the door.

MC looked up and saw Jaehee standing there, nervously twiddling her thumbs. She was wearing a simple, yet elegant dress. It was peach colored with light sparkles and layered with lace.

“Jaehee you look so beautiful.” MC said. Zen nodded in agreement.

“You do too, thank you so much.” Jaehee said as she slightly lowered her upper body to bow.

“Hi Jaehee.” Zen and Yoosung said in union.

Jumin simply looked up at Jaehee and nodded his head.

“I’m really grateful you all came,” Zen started. “I work really hard for my plays and it means a lot that you guys want to see that.”

“I know you work hard, that’s why i wanted everyone to see how talented you are.” MC said.

Jumin felt a hit of jealousy to him with that comment. He knew MC didn’t mean to make him jealous, but he still felt it. Jumin looked back to MC’s face and stared. It was something he did to silently get her attention, or when he needed to mask his own insecurities. MC looked at Jumin and saw his eyes, then she knew how he was feeling. She grabbed his hand then intertwined her fingers with him. Dammit, she thought to herself. She always forgot that supportive comments towards Zen usually made Jumin feel a certain type of way.

“I’m happy i get to experience your plays live, they usually sell out very quickly!” Jaehee smiled.

“Yeah you’re getting really really popular.” Yoosung agreed.

MC felt really bad for Jaehee. As many times as she tried to convince Jumin to not overbear her with work, he only partially listened when MC started to get frustrated, which always ended up with the same old “work life is not part of my personal life, blah, blah, blah” defense. MC had even offered to take up some of Jaehee’s work, but Jumin always respectfully declined.

So whenever MC noticed Jaehee not taking proper care of herself, or drowning in work, she would always swoop in and take Jaehee under her wing. MC couldn’t count the times that she had sent food to Jaehee, or spent hours with her organizing documents and helping her write up reports behind Jumin’s back. Jaehee and MC had a tight bond, wether Jumin denied it or not.

“Well, the show starts in 20 minutes so now that everyone is here maybe you should go to the balcony,” Zen started. “You guys just walk down this hallway, there should be stairs. Then just go to the right there should be a security guard, he’ll tell you where to go from there.”

____________

The show was going great. Zen’s performance was very respectful, and his talent poured out of every line and song he performed. MC had never viewed any of his work until then, but she had quickly realized why he was famous.

Jaehee was enjoying herself more than ever before, and although Yoosung was intently engaged with the play, it was obvious he was a bit confused as to what was going on, often times whispering to Jaehee for confirmation to this questions.

But MC couldn’t seem to focus or enjoy the play, there was something slowly eating away at her conscience. She could feel that Jumin wasn’t enjoying himself. Well, he probably wouldn’t enjoy himself in the first place; musical theatre and Zen weren’t his favorite things. But she could sense he wasnt feeling the best way, about a different topic.

“Jumin,” MC whispered into Jumin’s ear. He jumped a bit, surprised of how close she was. The loud musical number wasn’t helping her case, as it was really hard to hear anything besides Zen’s singing. “We need to talk?”

He nodded his head, then they got up and walked out of the balcony, which drew the attention of Jaehee and Yoosung.

“Be quick!” Yoosung smiled. Jaehee looked at the couple then sighed, they were ruining the beautiful moment, in her mind.

Jumin followed MC out to the vacant hallway, where she balanced herself up against the grey wall. This hallway that connected to the balcony was for VIP guests only, so it acted like a storage space away from the general public. Carts full of wires, books, and costumes flooded the sides of the hallway.

There was always something so eerie and creepy about empty hallways, especially during a musical. You were still able to head the distant echos from the theatre room, but the hallways amplified the tiny sound to make it sound like something out of a horror movie.

“When i’m being friendly to Zen, it’s nothing more than that. I’m just trying to be supportive, and i know it bothers you sometimes. I just want you to know I only have eyes for you.” MC said. Jumin got in front of her, then blinked a few times.

“I’m sorry, you just know how him and I don’t get along, sometimes i feel like he takes advantage of your kindness to get back at me.”

MC smiled. “I...I don’t think Zen is that malicious towards you. He’s just a friendly and flirtatious person.” She put her hands on his chest then began to smooth out his jacket. “But. I know when to draw the line with him.” She picked a piece of Elizabeth’s fur off of his jacket and looked up at him. “And i always do.”

“I would hope so. I’m serious when it comes to things with you.”

“Me too, Jumin. I really love you. But with that being said, if there’s something that you want me to stop doing...then I will.” She took her hands away from his chest, letting her arms rest by her side. “I care more about your happiness, and us at the end of the day.”

Jumin nodded his head then pulled her in for a tight hug. “Just stay the way you are with me.” MC felt a light kiss on the top of her head.

The rest of the night played out well, Jumin and Zen were still bitter towards each other, but Jumin felt more secure with his relationship with MC. It was getting easier for him to realize that her support for Zen only came out of the place that made him fall in love with her in the first place: her kindness and regard for others.

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wistfulwisteriawitch · 4 years ago

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Arthur Morgan x Lilith Vallent OC: Vas Ura (My One)/ Vas Soluna (My Bonded) Part 01 Chapter 03: Colter

Part 01 Chapter 03: Colter

I managed to get myself set up, knowing we’d actually be going after John since he was still missing. Attaching the leather over bust corset riddled with knives as well as the leather leg guards I exhaled, it would be interesting to see what they thought of our way of doing things but they seemed rather accepting thus far.

And as we moved to go out, Abigale grabbed my sleeve. “Miss Vallent?”

“Yes Abigale?”

“John…”

“Oh the gentleman that you said was your sons father?”

“Yes…”

Arthur had walked into the room and was warming himself by the fire. “Where’s little John gotten off to?”

“Arthur he hasn’t been seen in a couple days, I fear the worst.”

“John is fine, he gets himself out of scrapes all the time.” Arthur huffed. "Granted he could throw himself on the ground and miss so that's a feat in and of itself."

I cocked a brow, “I’ll go find him.” I pat her arm, “I can track him.”

Arthur groaned, “I’ll go with ya.”

“How kind.” I grinned as I walked by, Hosea nudged me as I sidled by with a smirk and a whispered thank you.

“I’ll come too!” Javier noted. “John would do the same for me and Arthur.”

“Sure, might be good considering the wolves.”

“Wolves?” Javier asked as we mounted up.

I nodded, after ensuring I had everything needed including shotgun with slugs. “Yes, alright you two, flank me, head forward in a V position, and try to keep it unless we head up the mountain, in that case line up.” With that I spurred Luna into a gallop. “Let’s go! Belladonna shadow!”

“Aye Milady!” And with that her horse charged off into the wilderness.

“Shadow?” Arthur inquired as we moved at a quick pace.

“She’ll scout ahead, and send Aristotle if she finds something.”

“And that is—“ A screech above as a Ferrugius Hawk soared past.

“She is skilled in Falconry, her family learned for many years in her home country. Normally their line uses Peregrine, but him...he's been with Belladonna alone, and each member has their own Falcon breed. Birds like that are the largest of hawks to be used for Falconry. And he is quite protective. She found him in Mexico.”

“Ha!” Javier seemed a bit stunned, “you all keep surprising us.”

“We are a surprising people. Javi.” I managed to find John’s trail and exhaled, “fuck he went up the mountain.” Just like the game.

Arthur rolled his eyes, “just like him to have someone dig his ass out of snow.”

I sighed, “Arthur take the middle, Javier take the front, I’ll watch the back.” And with a chiding look as he glanced over his shoulder. “This is what family does.” I noted as we lined up and began to trek up the mountainside, myself taking the end. “Javier do you see where the trail picks up?”

“Yes, he headed up this way.”

“We’ll have to leave the horses.” Arthur noted and I agreed, we got off and began to make our way further along a cliffside. “John!” Javi shouted.

“HELP! DOWN HERE!”

With that I took off, making sure to keep my movements swinging forward to help me trudge through the snow faster. “Mister Marston?” I called finding him on the ledge. “Awe poor puppy.”

“Puppy?! Who in the fuck are you?”

“A friend. Hold the fuck still. We don’t need you bleeding and bringing a bear. Wolves are a pain in the ass enough.” I gathered what I needed from my satchel and made him down a few tonics and salved him up with an antiseptic solution of old mans beard and golden thread. “That will have to do for now, I’ll need to draw any infection out at the cabin. Alright, come on.” I gripped under his arm and hauled him up. “Arthur!”

They were there reaching for him, Arthur laughing, “well now Marston, looks like ya got yer head ate by wolves. How much’a yer brains did they get?”

“Shut up Morgan.”

“You gonna have to come up with a better story for those scars.”

“Getting half eaten by wolves ain’t enough?”

“We got company gentlemen!” I shouted, ”Javier, Arthur— get him to the horses!”

“I got you.” Arthur had one shot down in seconds as the others charged down the slope.”

“BELLA!” A shrill whistle as a large hawk circled over head and dove into the eyes of one of the wolves screeching.

A black streak of horse and woman charged forward from behind us as she leapt off it's back, her body clad in leather padding as she took the tackle of a she-wolf head on while I dodged and sliced a death blow to a jugular. “Come on ya wee bitch!” Bella roared plunging a blade into it’s throat.

Aristotle soared high, blood splattering from his talons and across his feathers as Bella let out a snarl of glee when the final wolf was downed by a blade thunked into it’s throat.

Arthur shot down the final one, sighing and glancing at the two of us. “Remind me never to make her angry.” He mused as Bella ruffled Aristotle’s feathers and set him loose again, “that is a big bird.”

“He’s a beauty inn’e?” Bella asked fluffing her hair out and wiping blood off her face. “We ready?”

“Yes, John how you holding up?” I asked.

“Feel drunk.”

“Good that means it’s working.”

“Oh joy.” Was the sarcastic reply.

We managed to make it down the mountain, Belladonna staying to get the meat and pelts from the wolves.

“She gonna be alright?” Javier asked.

“Worry about the woodland creatures who piss her off.” I laughed.

“Bella?” Belial asked as we rode in, “ah…hunting.” He chuckled and walked off back towards the kitchen area.

Arthur sighed and leaned over to speak to me, “watch the golden boy not get a scolding despite holding up a job.”

Dutch of course was ecstatic John was back and Arthur rolled his eyes.

“Siblings?” I asked smiling.

“We both was raised by Dutch and Hosea. They taught us to read.”

“Awe, I can see that.” I smiled wide at him, and he returned with a shy smile back. He gets a bit of a playful look, “you know for someone so small you sure as hell take up a lot of space.” He sniffs and cocks a brow.

“You know for someone so big you can curl up on the edge of a bed real easy. Next time just huggle-up and I won’t have to latch on like a damn possum.”

It was the first time he genuinely laughed. “I’ll remember that little wolf.” He was glancing over my gear and had a look of confusion.

“Leather, protects quite well.”

“What ya goin to war?” He poked my arm guards and outer leg guards as well as the leather corset flicking a knife handle.

“Life is war.” I tilted my head.

“Hmph, ain’t that just bout right.”

As I was about to ask what he meant Belladonna zoomed into camp with furs and blood all over her. “I’m back!” She said prancing off her stallion Bairn.

I chuckled, “welcome back sister.”

“Didja see the pelt on that she-wolf?” She crowed tugging it off her horse, “it’s like ya hair milady, I should make a new cloak and we can trade.”

“I would like that thank you Bella.” She grinned and whistled for Aristotle who landed on her thickly gloved forearm. “There’s a good boy.”

Everyone in camp balked.

“Wah ya never seen’a damn bird afore?” She scoffed. “Come on pretty boy.” She was feeding him strips of wolf, “lessee what ya da is up ta.”

I rolled my eyes. “You get used to her.”

“Body can get used to anything…”

“Even hanging.” I finished and we laughed walking over to Hosea and Dutch.

“Got anymore maidens that need saving?” Arthur asked.

“No,” Hosea chuckled. “Thanks you three.”

“Javier tipped his hat and walked off as Arthur joined me in the cabin where Abigale tended to Marston.

“Alright, lemme work.” I shooed most people away, and grinned. “Marston this is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Ya aint gotta look like ya gonna enjoy it!”

Arthur chuckled, “I will.”

“Of course you would.” John muttered.

I forced willow bark tea down his throat, irrigated the wound with stinging solutions of horsetail and once it was cleaned I made a salve and packed it with bandages. “Don’t touch it. You’ll have a mark but congratulations you were chosen to bear them by a powerful creature. In our ways it means you are protected.”

“Sure felt like that when they bit me.”

“They could have killed you.” I said softly. “But they did not. They left. Think upon that. I do not play with coincidence or dice to tell me my fate rather that things happen for a reason.”

John pondered and cracked a slight grin. “Guess so.”

“Either way, get rest, I shall have Bel bring food, you need to gather your strength to heal.”

“Thank you.” Abigale clutched my hand tight and I nodded, “let Jack see his Pa.” I leveled a gaze at John, “I am sure he was quite worried for his father.”

John seemed to squirm under my direct gaze and I softened it before leaving.

“What was that?”

“It seemed there was some tension in regards to little Jack.” I said.

“That obvious?” Arthur huffed an annoyed sound.

“Yes, but Marston is young, he can learn.”

Arthur glanced me up and down, “hm.” Was all he said.

I really wished I could get into his head sometimes.

— - - - - - - - - - - -

Arthur grumbled, “some people learn too late.” And he walked away, his chest heavy with memories long past. “Other’s should be so lucky.”

She caught his hand, “Arthur, despite that lessons can be passed down to prevent more pain.” Her voice is soft, and that damned look she gives him— it’s not pity, he couldn’t stand it if it was but this is somehow worse— she has an air of understanding, an acceptance about her with him as if whatever he lays at her feet is perfectly fine.

“Maybe so.”

That hand retreats, she seems to be thinking as she chews her bottom lip looking at her feet for a moment.

“S-sorry I know I probably—“

“S’fine.” He assured her rubbing the back of his neck. “Just a hang up he and I have had.”

Lilith nodded, “my brother and I had something similar happen.”

“Oh?”

“Yes…but we managed to talk it out.” Arthur lets out a bark of harsh laughter.

“Me and him? Talk? Shoot, ya ain’t known us long but ya gonna see that’s a bit hard for us Van der Linde boys.”

“Oh that’s plain as day Mister Morgan. But as I said, everyone can learn.” A wink as she sauntered off.

“Damn woman.” He grumbles to himself striking a match on his boot to light up a smoke. He couldn’t make heads or tails of her as she checked in with Dutch and asked him several questions, Dutch did seem to be in a better mood, and she was always checking in with him— she said the word was deference. She acknowledged he was leader. But she herself led the two people she had.

Arthur had to admit the way she did things did scream leadership. It was rare to see such things. There wasn’t anything she herself wouldn’t do that she’d ask of others. Mucking a stall, hunting, ensuring people were clothed, mending, healing…Dutch hadn’t done that for a long time but he did get his hands dirty when needed.

It further solidified Arthur’s ideology that if women ran shit it might be a mite better, he glanced at Susan who was chatting with Hosea before she went off to screech at someone for not working hard enough.

Belladonna walked up to him and grinned, offering her hawk, “wanna pet’im, seems ta like ya.”

Arthur was never one to pass up petting an animal.

Shit he’d pet a bear if it wouldn’t rip his damn arm off.

“Sure, Aristotle was it?”

“Mmhm. He had many ideas of the stars that man. Mi’lady said it suited because this hawk could damn near fly to them with these wings.” She kissed the hawk who let out a little chirping sound as Arthur placed a warm finger against it’s chest feathers. The big raptor fluffed his feathers and crooned, leaning forward and nudging Arthur’s hand.

“Here, he likes meat.”

“Here boy.” Aristotle took the piece and gulped it down and flapped his wings before Bella let him go. “He just nests somewhere?”

“Oh aye, he has a mate somewhere, but I canna catch her, she is too fierce. But she hunts with him and has never left his side. They keep the same mates their whole life.” She smiled up at the sky and sure enough, a smaller hawk circled with him swooping and gliding. “Quite a sight.”

“Sure is.” Arthur grinned. “You all keep any other animals?”

“Oh aye, you should see the family wolves.”

Arthur paused as he walked by, “beg pardon?” He furrowed his brow.

“Milady found a pack of wolves who’s cubs were abandoned. She took them all in, they are the sweetest, deadly, but they are the comfiest things to snuggle with. Sometimes all four of them are with her.”

“And these are….ah…”

“No here. They in the wilds probably hunting, somewhere up north west in the Grizzlies. They look different, no from here. Timber wolves from the west. Darker coats. Then the wolf dogs…all except for Talla—they look like they wolf kin. She is almost a strawberry color but she’s half wolf and half some big dog from Alaska.”

“Been round a lot.”

“Aye, we been all over. The wolves are bout five or so now. Talla and her siblings are with her brothers, she breeds them.”

“Breeds wolves.”

“Just for the family.”

“Ah.” This family got weirder and weirder, “they guard? The wolves not the half breed ones.”

“No no, wolves are quite timid despite people thinking they fierce, unless the family is attacked, they no just go about attacking randomly, Talla and her siblings though, they were bred with a type’a dog that will protect their master anywhere, any time. Talla especially, her mate is a full wolf, but she is far fiercer than he.”

Arthur laughed, “you talk like they people.”

“You talk to yer horse like it’s people.”

She had him there. He kicked at the snow. “Never knew an animal to dislike it.”

Belladonna grinned, “you ken for a scary bastard, ye pretty nice.”

“Don’t know nuthin bout that.” Arthur snorted as he walked off.

Dinner was a lighter affair now that John was back, everyone celebrated with some whiskey and a meal of wolf steaks and deer meat. Arthur watched as everyone milled around, chatted, and tried to liven their spirits, the deaths of ones close still loomed— as did the damn frost.

Some spring this turned out to be.

He glanced at the three strangers who had dropped into their lives as he scribbled.

It is rather strange to be in the company of wolves.

I find that they are a gentle people unless provoked, despite their appearances, the females are far more aggressive then their male counterparts, as Belial seems to have a very playful nature, they all do in fact. Shoving at one another as they walk in the snow to push the other into a drift. Or leaping onto one another’s backs as they run off.

I have only seen wolves play once, when I came across a den by accident when the welping season came. Indulgent and confident in my spot I had used binoculars to watch a game of tag played by the pack. It is of similar air.

Hosea is doing alright, but I know the dark haired woman named Lilith is concerned, he is coughing a lot, and his breathing is labored, he stays indoors mostly under her direction, and she’s been shoving tonics into his mouth whenever he allows it. Seeming hell bent on keeping him alive.

John is alright, a pain in my backside still, but he’s lucky to be alive. … We all are.

Not sure what in hell happened on that boat, but whatever it was it weren’t good. Charles heard that a girl died. Dutch outright shot her…saying it needed to be done….

That ain’t like him…

The red head reminds me of Sean, I wonder where that Irish bastard got off to. Knowing him he’s probably found trouble. Davey…Jenny….Both gone in a matter of weeks….We lost folks before but not like this— so needlessly. They are calling it the Blackwater Massacre.

This family is strange, stranger still is the kindness they show everyone. It is gentle, despite their steel hard spines and unwavering eyes…unnerving eyes.

Eyes that gleam when they look at ya, like a beast’s catching firelight in the dark.

She looked at Micah as if he were nothing but an ant to be pitied for facing a mountain.

Wonder what that’s like….ain’t never said I was confident, I can fight with the best of em…

But I have a feeling this woman could give me a run for my money…

Half inclined to piss her off and find out…

#Arthur Morgan #My One/ My Bonded Part 01 Colter Ch 3 #My One/ My Bonded #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #red dead redemption

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mountweazelorwellandgoode-blog · 5 years ago

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Unicorn Goes into a Pub

UNICORN: Evening squire. Pint of Heineken.

LANDLORD: What the..? You can’t come in here!

UNICORN: C’mon squire, no grief, eh? Just a pint please.

LANDLORD: But - but you’re a horse!

UNICORN: Ah, just a minute mate, have a squizz again.

F/X: A UNICORN HORN BANGING ON THE BARTOP

LANDLORD: A horse with a cornetto on it’s heed!

UNICORN: Well, that, and I’m talkin’ n’all. Now, a pint of Heiney and a bag of prawn cocktail.

LANDLORD: A h-- I don’t know if i can serve a horse -

UNICORN: Oi, pal, not an ‘orse, big horn, two words, Un-----i---corn

LANDLORD: Unicorn is one word.

UNICORN: Who the feck are you to tell me, an actual unicorn, how many words is in my bloomin’ monicker you lard bellied lout! I’m from the realm of Faerie, servant of the Queen Mabe, Goddess of summer and the steed of the Knight of Gamalion, bearer of the Sword Sinister. Now get me a pint sharpish or I’ll shove this where the sun don’t shine if you get my point. Many do!

LANDLORD: Sorry ah...sir?

UNICORN: Well, unicorns are hermaphrodites, but lets go with that.

F/X: PINT GLASS PLACED ON BARTOP. ELECTRONIC TILL BEEPS

LANDLORD: That’ll be ...2.20?

UNICORN: Hmm, right. Ah, listen, I seem to have, erm, left my wallet in the Nevernever…

LANDLORD: Oh, no money, eh?

UNICORN: No pockets. S’aright, I’m good for it. Unicorns never lie. I just need to pop home for a tic. Have you got a wardrobe?

LANDLORD: In the back, aye.

UNICORN: Right could you just get the wardrobe…

LANDLORD: What, and you’ll disappear into the back of it?

UNICORN: Yup. Just a soon as you stand it up against the wall at platform 3 and 3 quarters at King’s Cross station.

LANDLORD: You what?

UNICORN And chant me name three times backwards.

LANDLORD : Nrocinu nrocin nrocinu?

UNICORN: ‘Ats the one. Right, get that wardrobe and lets be off - I’ll just have that quick swig first -

LANDLORD Oi! That’s not paid for!

UNICORN: Mate, I’m a talking mythological creature divulging secret entrances and codes that open portals to magical realms beyond time and space! An’ you’re worried about 2 quid? (crescendo)

L: Ok Well...is there no other way? The wardrobe’s a bit heavy.

U: (calming down) Well...we fairie kind can travel through mirrors between worlds. You got a mirror?

L: (threatened) Behind the bar, here!

U: (panting) Right, here we go

F/X: GALLOPING, A UNICORN YELL, HUGE SMASH, CRIES OF PAIN

UNICORN: Ah. No. seems I - seems I can’t do that. Right, I’ll just finish that pint and be off -

L: 2 pound 20 ya bas!

U: Right tell you what - how about - (conspiratorially) do you want to know where talking unicorns come from?

L: Aye?

U: Narnia business! Ha ha! Get it? Want to know where my missus is tonight? Oh, I centaur to the shops to get me tea!! Oh, stop it! Another pint? Would I mind? No, I wouldn’t min-a-taur!Ha ha! C’mon that’s gotta be worth a half!

L: 2 pound 20 or you’re goin in the lasange, pal.

U: Want a shag a mermaid?

L: How does that even work?

U: Gis a pint and I’ll show ya.

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fvckhxbits · 5 years ago

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wow. [c.e]

a/n: chris has all my uwus and this is part four and the finale lmao

summary: so what happens when you finally kiss the love of your life?

word count: 1,889

warnings: I apologize if u prefer a different kind of juice; y’all im shook idk what im writing half the time; fluff if u squint; also wtf kind of summary man

It’s been weeks since you’ve spoken to Chris and yet here you are, standing in front of his door. Taking a deep breath, you knock aggressively before waiting and contemplating on if you should just leave now while you can. Before you can make a decision, the door cracks open and you give him a small smile. “Why the hell haven’t you been answering my calls?” He opens the door wider, inviting you inside but you know better and continue to stand in the same spot.

“Come in,” he says, motioning for you to come inside but you continue to stand there, frozen like a deer in headlights.

“I need to talk to you,” you inhale deeply and he stares at you for a long while before crossing his arms.

“Well, come inside and we can talk.” He raises a brow and moves aside for you to come inside and you forfeit, slipping inside and making a beeline to the living room. “So, what’s up?” He makes his way to the kitchen, knowing that you normally ask for a cup of juice of some sort. You don’t answer, chickening out on telling him how you really feel. When he sees you’re not going to talk, he continues, “So why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

You look over at him, “I-I’ve been busy,”

“Doing what?” He slips the cup of apple juice into your hand and when his fingers brush against your skin, you can’t help but relish the feeling and your hand twitches, wanting to grab his but you barely stop yourself.

“Stuff,” you nonchalantly answer which is better than you expected. You shrug and take a sip the apple juice as he looks at you, scanning your face. You shift in discomfort and turn away from him. “So, what’s her name?”

“I missed you,” he ignores your question and your heart buzzes in a way you can’t describe. You can hear him stepping closer and your heart accelerates to the point where you nearly can’t hear anything except for his footsteps coming up from behind you.

“Chris,” you whisper, turning towards him.

“Like, really missed you,” he stares at you and his hand is hovering over your upper arm. Your skin is begging to be touched by him, to be wooed and relished in every sense. You’re subconsciously biting your lip when you lean up slightly to look at him and the next thing you know, you’re kissing him like your life depended on it because it was starting to feel like it did.

That was a rule you two had made when you decided to start fucking around was to not ever kiss on the lips. It was mainly because it was a symbol for romantic love and it didn’t make sense to kiss each other on the lips if you weren’t romantically involved. It was a rule made for good measures but damn, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted to break that rule since day one.

“Chris?” A voice echos through the house and you’re pushing him away, grabbing the apple juice and slinging yourself over the couch, careful not to spill the juice. He takes a little longer to process what just happened and clears his throat, “In here,”

You had known about his long dating history but you weren’t expecting to see his long time ex, Minka. She was the longest person he had been with and no doubt he still had feelings for her. Obviously, you tell yourself, why the fuck else would he be with her, dumbass.

“Hey,” she smiles and makes her way over to him, kissing him on the cheek and he looks uncomfortable when he smiles back and wraps his arm around her waist.

“This is [Y/N],” Chris steps away from her for a second and you smile weakly, giving her a small smile of acknowledgement.

“So this is [Y/N],” she smiles and makes her way over to you. “I’m Minka,” she holds out her hand for you to shake and stupidly, you high five her instead. Her smile fades and she looks at Chris like is she okay and you swallow hard, turning back to your apple juice. “Nice to finally meet you,” she says and you ignore her, unsure of how to react so instead you just nod, still sipping on the juice. “So...” She turns back to Chris and smiles brightly, “are you ready?”

“For?” Chris looks at her in confusion and she laughs it off.

“Our date,” she reminds him and the lightbulb goes off in his head. “Right,” he looks over at you as if trying to gage your reaction. “Thanks for coming over to watch Dodger for me on such short time,” Chris adds and you look up over at him, offering him a small smile.

“Anything for a friend,”

“I’ll see you in a few hours then.” He grabs his jacket and takes Minka’s offered hand. She swings his hand a little as they make their way out of his place. You sigh, letting out a frustrated scream which echos and Dodger happily yips, making his way towards you. He bounces up onto the couch and you rub his belly, “At least you love me, don’tcha bubba,” you mumble and he happily wags his tail at the attention he’s receiving.

After Dodger falls asleep to your addictive petting, you slip off the couch and make your way to Chris’ room. You purse your lips as you peek inside and find it to be in the same condition that it was the last time you were here--clean but of course, Dodger’s loyal lion slumped on the floor beside the foot of the bed. You smile softly before mindlessly trailing into his room and you walk past his closet, hands brushing against the soft materials. You smile and inhale deeply, savoring the scent of his cologne. You make your way to his bed, falling down onto it as you splay your body on his cool sheets.

The bed dips and you look to find Chris hovering over you with that smirk of his and you instinctively reach to grab his arm, biting your lip. He smiles at the sight of you and leans down to press a feather-like kiss on your neck. “Chris,” your voice is soft, almost pleading and he moves, his hands gliding up your body from your hips, then under your shirt until he’s pulling it off. As he tosses it aside, you reach for the button on his jeans and make quick work of trying to slide them off of him. He chuckles a little when you attempt to strategically shove his pants off with your feet but sorta failed. “You’re cute,” he whispers, assisting you before he leans back over to press kisses on your hips, then your waist, then your breasts and lastly, your lips. You greedily accept, Minka being the last thing on your mind. “I love you.” You whisper when he pulls back with his lips millimeters away from yours.

You wake in a jolt, looking around at your surroundings with a cold sweat. “The fuck,” you whisper and slide off his bed, making your way out to the living room to check on Dodger who is still sound asleep and you notice that it’s dark out. Jesus, you make your way back to his room in search for some clothes, knowing he secretly kept clothing for you in case something ever happened. You grab a shirt and some undies, then steal a towel before stepping into his glorious bathroom. If you could live in his bathroom, you would. It was twice as big as your own bedroom and it made you envy Chris for the gorgeous house he obtained through his hard work. As you strip, you turn on the water and are oblivious to the sound of the front door closing.

Chris can hear the shower in his bedroom running and he smiles to himself a little. He tosses his keys into the bowl and trudges over to Dodger’s sleeping form and strokes that one part behind his ear. Dodger is stirred awake and he yips at the sight of his dad. Chris laughs and kisses his son on the top of his head, “Missed ya too bubba,” Chris grins and continues to pet Dodger while he paws at his dad affectionately.

“Where’s your lion?” Chris smiles and Dodger whines, flopping his head to one side as if he couldn’t understand what his dad was asking. “Ya big baby,” Chris laughs and stands, heading into his bedroom and grabbing the lion, not before catching a glimpse of your naked form. You’re drying yourself and humming softly and his cock twitches at the same time, his heart thuds in his chest loudly. Chris’ phone slips out of his pocket and hits the carpeted floor, making a dull noise loud enough that you can hear. You flinch, eyes wide as you attempt to pull on your clothes quickly in case someone had broken into Chris’ house which later on you realize didn’t make sense because he lived in a gated neighborhood.

You make quick work to call Chris and of course, his phone blares loudly in the same room as you and you peek your head out to see Chris standing there like an idiot, in the middle of picking up his phone with the stuffed lion tucked under his arm. “Hi,” he laughs a little and you breathe heavily.

“Jesus fuck,” you grumble, opening the bathroom door wider so you can leave. “Fucking scared me,” you trudge out, hand on your hip as you end the call.

“I dunno what Jesus has to--oof,” he looks at you and is met with a pillow to the face.

“Shut up,” you snort and snatch the lion out of his hand. “Is Dodger--”

Dodger yips at the sound of his name and you smile. “What is it bubba?” You ask him and he howls in response before galloping into the bedroom, rolling over onto his back. “Hey baby,” you say in a baby voice and hand him his trusty lion before he goes ham on it. Now with Dodger distracted, it’s easier for Chris to bring up the kiss so you quickly stand, “I’m gonna get outta your hair now,” you make quick work of grabbing your things but he stops you.

“So what, you’re just going to pretend like what you did, didn’t happen?”

You turn around, feeling as if he was attacking you so you immediately become defensive. “I--”

He interrupts you by pressing his lips to yours and you’re kissing him back with so much passion and emotion. You feel like you’re about to fall apart, burst with love and you honestly don’t know what you’re feeling. All you know is that he’s kissing you like his life depended on it and you’re doing the same. You’ve never had a kiss that compared to anything like this and Chris’d be lying if he said this kiss didn’t make him dizzy. “Jesus fuck,” he whispers as he parts from you momentarily.

“I dunno what Jesus has to do with this,” you whisper and he can’t help but kiss you again and again, pulling you close to his body.

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[masterlist]

#Chris evans #Chris evans x reader #Chris evans x chubby reader #Chris evans x plus size reader #imagine #probably angsty #angst #reader #reader insert #lmao back at it again #this is honestly going on for a lot longer than I was expecting #not gonna lie I played yall #featuring Dodger #the sweetest boi

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 6 years ago

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 16 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: Sorry for taking so long. Life is really happening, y’all. Anyways, hope you enjoy this one.

Word Count: ~3.8K (Most of which is just smut lol)

Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Swearing. Yeah.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15

Annie pressed her fingers to her temples, rubbing languid circles. She knew this would happen at some point during the move, and she knew she’d be surrounded by loud people, manhandling her belongings. She poured herself a glass of water and took slow, tiny sips. Moving was hard enough, but moving with a pounding headache was torture.

“Oi!” one of the movers called out, “where do you want these?”

“Oh, uh…” Annie walked over and took a look at Ben’s scribbles on the sides of the boxes the man had piled up in his arms. “You know what? Just put all the boxes in there,” she pointed at the living room.

“As you wish, Your Majesty!” The mover’s voice lilted.

Annie’s phone rang and she rushed over to the kitchen island, fumbling with the screen to take the call.

“Couldn’t find the kind of Tim-Tams you’re craving anywhere.” Ben sounded frustrated and breathless. “Is there anything else you want, instead?”

“Well, I kind of want real food, now.” Annie pointed at the living room for the rest of the movers carrying boxes.

“Anything specific?”

“Cheeseburger.”

“So, chicken nuggets?”

“Crap. Chicken nuggets really do sound amazing right now.”

“I’ll just bring one of everything.” Ben chuckled and rushed out of the store and into his car. “Is everything alright over there?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Annie brushed off a bit of fluff from her top. “Just taking forever.”

“Are they done with the furniture?”

“Yep.” Annie popped her lips at the ‘p’. “Just moving the boxes and bags in, now.”

###

“Longest. Day. Ever.” Ben groaned into Annie’s neck. “I’m never ever moving again.”

Perched on his lap on their big, gray sofa, the two finally collapsed after finishing their move. Ben carried various boxes into various rooms, set up his drum kit and helped Annie put the dishes away in the kitchen and a fresh set of sheets on their bed. Their empty house was starting to look and feel a bit more like home, and they were both exhausted beyond belief.

“There’s still so much more left.” Annie stroked Ben’s hair.

“I know.” Ben kissed the corner of her lips. “I’m sorry I won’t be here to help around much.”

“It’s fine.” Annie bumped her nose with his. “Someone needs to bring home the bacon. Might as well be you.”

“I already asked for some time off after the birth.” Ben wrapped his arms around Annie’s waist a little tighter. “Can’t remember if I told you yet.”

“You did, about five times already.” Annie giggled before a sharp pain overtook her. Her hand instinctively rubbed over her baby bump as she winced.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Annie nodded with her eyes closed, “Dr. McCarthy said this might happen around this time.”

“If they’re getting too regular, you call me. Right away.”

“It’s fine, Ben.” Annie rolled her eyes playfully. “Bumpy’s not ready to come out yet. We made her promise she’ll be good and stay there until she’s good and ready.”

###

“Have you seen Jamie’s latest tweet?” Clara asked as she prepared everything she needed to give Annie’s legs and bikini line a much needed waxing.

“What do you think?”

“Have you two spoken since Ben beat his face in?” Clara asked before running down the stairs to get the little tub of wax out of the microwave.

Annie tapped her foot anxiously as she waited for her best friend to come back into the master bath. Clara walked in, tub of wax in hand, put the toilet seat cover down and picked up the applicator.

“Sit.” She pointed with the little stick at the toilet.

“I haven’t, no.” Annie sat down and stretched her legs forward. “I look like an orangutan!”

“What, with all 20 hairs on your legs?” Clara snorted and swiped a strip of hot wax on Annie’s leg. “Why not?”

“Because I have nothing to say to him.”

“He misses you.” Clara rubbed the strip up and down quickly. She braced one hand next to the cloth strip. Swiftly, her other hand pulled the strip up, eliciting a breathy, satisfied sigh out of Annie. “Christ. I forgot how much you love doing this.”

“I don’t care.”

“You’ll have to see him eventually, Banana.” Clara said, applying another line of wax. “You’ve known each other for years!”

“I know.”

“Aren’t you even a little curious?” Clara sat back on her haunches, grabbing a new cloth strip. “

“Not at all.” Annie gasped. “Oh, that was a good one!”

“Liar.” Clara smirked. “He’s got a girlfriend.”

“Yeah?” Annie’s voice was emotionless. “Good for him.”

“Gwil and I went on a couple’s night out with Rami and Lucy and Jamie and his girl.”

“Didn’t know Gwil and Rami were so friendly with him.” Annie snarled. “Thought Gwil hated him.”

“I’m pretty sure he still does, a bit.” Clara giggled. “Rami and Lucy were ice cold to him all night.”

“S’what he deserves.” Annie huffed. “Man, you’re good at this!”

“Stand up.” Clara commanded. “And thank you!”

“No, thank you!” Annie twisted her leg this way and that, admiring the clean, quick work Clara had done, and stood up. She braced herself on the counter, facing the sink, giving Clara access to the back of her legs. “Who is she?”

“A photographer.” Clara smiled to herself slyly at Annie’s curiosity. “Looks a bit plastic, to be honest, but he adores her.”

“Lovely.”

“Black hair, brown eyes, big puffy lips.”

“Great.”

“Turn around.”

“What are you planning to do when we go back to work?” Clara started working on Annie’s thighs.

“Keep it strictly professional. Just like I do with the rest of the bloody cast.”

“Come on, Annie.”

“I mean it. We’re only signed for three season. One is over, the first half of season two is done.” Annie shrugged. “I can handle shooting the second half of season two and the entire season three without interacting with him more than I absolutely must.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re being nag!” Annie shot back.

The two girls stayed silent for a while, Clara focused on waxing Annie’s legs, and Annie trying not to think about Jamie’s face. She hated the fact that thinking back on memories with him made her want to smile or laugh. She hated the fact that he ruined everything because he couldn’t get over himself. She hated the fact that she kind of missed having him around.

“Alright, are we ready for the main event?”

“Are you sure you’re okay with doing this?”

“Annie, I’ve seen you all kinds of naked.” Clara shrugged. “Now, get in the shower and drop ‘em. We don’t want to make a mess.”

“It’s a bit overgrown.”

“Brought my handy-dandy electric shaver, just in case.” Clara winked. Annie shimmied her knickers off and winced. “It’s not that bad.”

“It’s like having a Boppy pillow attached to my groin!” Annie chuckled.

“Off it goes, then.” Clara smiled and turned on the shaver. The room echoed with the buzzing sound and the girl’s chatter.

When Ben entered the house, it was eerily quiet, but the lights were all on. He spotted Clara’s shoes and bag in the hall and whistled for Frankie, who came galloping down the stairs.

“My sweet, sweet girl!” Ben cooed and picked her up. He kissed the top of the pup’s head and started walking around the house, hunting for his girlfriend. Eventually, he walked up the stairs, poking his head into every room. As he approached the master suite, Frankie started wiggling about, so he put her down gently and walked inside. The door to the bathroom was wide open. A low buzzing sound and giggles flooded his brain.

When he got through the door, he was in for a treat. Both girls were in the shower together. Clara was on her knees in front of Annie, who was naked from the waist down. Clara held something in her hand, which Ben quickly recognized as the source of buzzing, while she had her face almost planted in his girlfriend’s crotch. His mind and heart started racing, his jeans were getting a bit tight and he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the same time.

“What in the world…” Ben’s deep voice bounced on the tiled walls. Annie and Clara looked at him and smiled sweetly.

“Oh, hello!” Annie beamed and Clara leaned back a bit and waved at Ben with the shaver. “Didn’t expect you home so soon!”

“What on earth are you two doing?” Ben gawked at the two girls, “Why is Clara’s face all up in your -” his eyes darted from Clara’s kneeling form to his girlfriend’s mischievous smile. “Is that a -” He got a better look at the device in Clara’s hand. “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, is that a shaver?”

“Clara was kind enough to help me with my overgrown wilderness!” Annie bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. “Since you were too afraid it will hurt me.”

“Pussy.” Clara scoffed.

“Shut the fuck up, Clara!” Ben retorted.

“That’s not a very nice way to talk to me.” Clara quipped. “Not while I’m making your girlfriend’s kitty all pretty for you.”

“Don’t talk about my girlfriend’s…” His eyes opened wide when Clara slowly reached her hand between Annie’s thighs, wiggling her fingers dramatically. A blush crept up all the way to his ears, his mouth hung open. Ben was undeniably flustered. “Fucking hell, woman!”

“Aw, he’s so cute when he’s all red in the face!” Clara giggled as she looked up at Annie, her hand hovering inches away from her crotch. “Look at him!”

###

“Annie!” Ben called as soon as he opened the front door. “Put some pants on and come see this!”

Annie’s brows furrowed, but she did as she was told. Hoisting her sweats up her legs, she re-made the bed and waddled down the stairs, careful not to trip over Frankie. She was greeted by Joe, carrying a tall, lean, tower-like speaker inside.

“What’s this?” she followed him into the living room, where Ben placed an identical speaker next to the telly.

“Andrew, the sound-tech, was about to just throw these babies away!” Ben’s eyes glittered with excitement. “Can you believe it?”

“I can, yeah,” Annie scrunched up her nose, “they’re quite the eye-sore.”

“You won’t believe the sound that comes out of them!” Ben’s cheeks were rosy as he stroked the top of the speaker he stood next to. “It’ll blow your tits right off!”

“Ben, we don’t need these.”

“That’s what you think!” Ben gushed. “Just wait till you hear these work!”

“Joe?” Annie whined. “Talk some sense into your man.”

“I’m not carrying these fuckers back out of here.” Joe’s face was perfectly stoic. “Sorry, doll.”

“Just!” Ben was rushing here and there, unplugging wires from the old, smaller speakers. “Just let me hook these up and you’ll hear -”

“Ben, we don’t need them!” Annie walked over to Joe’s sweaty form on the sofa.

She stood by the armrest and carded her fingers through Joe’s curly auburn hair. He leaned into her touch, his cheek pressed to her baby bump.

“Hey, Josie,” Joe mumbled when he felt a kick. He stole a quick kiss to the side of her bump.

“Joe, you have to stop calling her that.” Annie’s fingers halted.

“Never.”

“We’re not naming her Josephine.” Annie closed her hand on Joe’s hair, threatening to pull.

“Of course you are!” Joe’s hand flew up to Annie’s wrist.

“Guys, can we not do this in front of the new speakers?” Ben intervened. “Please!”

###

“Who’s that?” Annie asked Joe as they walked on the set and spotted Ben standing around with a girl, lost in conversation. “Never seen her before.”

“That’s the girl who plays Roger’s wife.”

“She’s pretty.”

“She’s alright.”

“They seem to get along well.”

“They do, yeah.” Joe took Annie’s hand and pulled her behind him as he marched up to Ben. “Yo, Benny! Look what I found locked out of your trailer!”

“Hey!” Ben’s eyes widened as he took a step away from his on-screen wife. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“Surprise. I came by with Clara because she said she’s meeting Gwil for lunch.” Annie said with mock enthusiasm. “I wanted to wait for you in the trailer but it was locked.”

“Oh, yeah, we have a bit of a clepto situation.”

“What?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ben nodded, “things from set are going missing left and right. Wardrobe items, mostly. Someone must really want a keepsake.”

“That’s… both weird and a bit scary.”

“Yeah, well, until it gets sorted out, we’re locking our trailers.”

Ben stood between the two women, his hands stuffed in his trousers’ pockets. He rocked back and forth, from his heels to his toes, the tip of his tongue poking out to lick his lips.

“Well, you two seem busy,” Annie forced a smile, “I’ll just go find Gwil or something.”

“Wait!” Ben grabbed her wrist and stepped closer to her, crashing his lips down on hers in a long, searing kiss. “Okay. Now you can go.”

###

The drive home from set was unusually silent. The only sounds in the car were the engine and the radio playing. Annie’s knee bounced up and down while she bit her nails, looking out the passenger side window.

“Everything okay?” Ben reached over and gently squeezed Annie’s thigh. “You’re quiet.”

“Hm?” Annie snapped out of her own thoughts. “Yeah, yeah.”

“That’s some really bad acting…” Ben flashed her a cheeky grin. “You’re getting a bit rusty.”

“That girl was pretty.” Annie mumbled behind her hand.

“Come again?” Ben parked the car and killed the engine.

“The girl, your - Roger’s - wife,” Annie looked down at her lap. “She’s gorgeous.”

“She is.” Ben shrugged. “She looks so much like Dominique did when she was younger.”

“She does.”

“Right!” Ben drummed with his fingers on his own lap. “We’re home.”

“Yeah.” Annie bit her bottom lip and opened the door, hauling herself out of the car. “Sucks we didn’t really spend any time together. Shouldn’t have come to set.”

“What are you talking about?” Ben wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him, hastily kissing the top of her head. “Didn’t you have fun with, Clara, Brian and Roger?”

“I always have fun with Roger,” Annie smirked, “I fucking love that man.”

“Do you, now?” Ben raised an eyebrow as he released her from his arms to unlock the front door. “Should I be worried?”

“I don’t know,” Annie shrugged. “Should I be worried about you and your wife?”

“Are you joking?” Ben scoffed. “What?!”

“I saw the way she looks at you!” Annie put her hands on her hips. “You called her gorgeous, you wouldn’t even touch me when I showed up, you…”

Ben stopped her ranting. He pushed her back against the door and bent his knees a little so he could lick a line from the bottom of her neck up, ultimately ravishing her lips. His hands were on either side of her head, trapping her.

“You’ve lost your bloody mind…” He rubbed his cheek against hers, his lips feathering over the shell of her ear. “... if you think that that girl has anything on you.”

Annie’s hands, flat on his chest, gently pushed him away. They stared each other down as if they were trying to communicate telepathically. After a long, tense silence, Ben brought one of his hands down to cup Annie’s cheek.

“She’s fucking hot.” Annie breathed, her face stoic.

“You’re hotter.”

“I’m a bloody whale.”

“Oh, shut up!” Ben groaned and rolled his eyes, bringing his lips back down on Annie’s for a messy, wet kiss. “You are divine.”

“I’m huge.” Annie whined.

“You’re delicious.” Ben murmured with a raspy voice, his lips brushing the delicate skin at the crook of her neck. His hands worked their way up her torso, massaging her breasts. “So delicious.”

“Ben, I’m not in the mood.” Annie chuckled nervously.

“Liar.”

“I’m not -” Annie couldn’t finish her retort. Ben pulled her body flush against his, back into the living room. “Ben!”

“Annie, shut your mouth, will you?” Ben nipped at her ear, his warm breath making Annie shiver, “just shut it.”

“Ben, I know what you’re doing here.” Annie whimpered. “You’re trying to distract me.”

“Oh, you have no idea what I’m doing.” Ben pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit on the sofa.

He pulled his shirt over his head and started to unbuckle his belt. After pushing his jeans down his legs and stepping out of them, he took a seat next to Annie, leaning down to her baby bump.

“Angel,” Ben purred, “I’m going to make mummy scream now. Cover your little ears, alright?”

Annie snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Problem?” His eyes shot up to hers, a cross expression on his face. Annie shook her head, stifling a giggle. “Thought so.”

Snaking his fingers under the hem of her top, Ben did quick work of getting it up and off of his girlfriend. Annie looked at Ben, her eyes bright and challenging, batting her eyelashes at him. He dipped down and started stamping the mounds of her breasts with wet, sloppy kisses, while his hands worked on ridding her of her maternity leggings. Her recently waxed legs were tantalizingly velvety under his touch.

“Ben, I don’t need a distraction, okay?” Annie snapped. “You can admit to being attracted to her. She’s fit. She’s beautiful. She’s not fucking pregnant.”

“For fuck’s sake…” Ben muttered and brought Annie’s hand to his groin. Her fingers wrapped around his bulge reflexively, making him hiss. “Feel that?” He put his hand on top of hers, increasing the pressure. “This cock is hard because of you.”

“Well -”

“Shut the fuck up.” Ben growled. “This cock is hard for you, because of you. Do you understand that?” He guided her hand up and down, his hips bucking into her touch. “Only you. No one else.”

“Fucking ridiculous.” Annie closed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. “Ben, this is unnecessary. I’m fine.”

“You’re going to be much, much better than fine when I’m done with you.” He smirked and winked, pushing his hand inside her knickers.

Ben wrapped his free arm around Annie’s shoulders, angling his body so he could see her face as his fingers rubbed her clit in lazy circles. Annie’s lips parted, a shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as her breathing picked up. She spread her legs a little wider, her hips rolling, grinding herself against Ben’s hand. Ben smiled wide, his eyes boring into Annie’s.

Ben slipped two fingers inside of her, chuckling as she threw her head back and let out a soft moan. He drove his fingers into her, all the way down to his knuckles, and wiggled them ever so slightly. He shrugged one shoulder to nudge Annie’s head back up, catching her lips with his as he pumped his fingers in and out, tantalizingly slow.

“There we go.” He murmured against her lips, breaking the kiss. “Feels good?”

“Mhm.” Annie whimpered and grasped his bicep, feeling his muscles ripple and flex. “Very good.”

“How about now?” Ben smirked as he pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit. “Good?”

Annie nodded, her nails digging into his skin. Ben’s hand continued working Annie up as his lips assaulted every sliver of exposed skin he could reach. She clumsily fumbled with her hand, brushing over his crotch. Smirking against his lips, Annie wedged her fingers under the waistband of his boxer-briefs, her fingers wrapping into a fist around his hard cock gently.

Ben pumped his fingers in and out faster, feeling Annie clench around him, her thighs spasming uncontrollably. She took his bottom lip between her teeth, tightening her grip around his throbbing dick. Ben grunted and nodded, wordlessly telling Annie what he wants. Releasing him, Annie shoved his underwear down and whined when his fingers left her.

“Turn around.”

Annie propped one knee up on the sofa, leaning forward to grip the back of it, her elbows sinking into the cushions. She spread her other leg as far as she could, her feet barely touching the floor. Ben grabbed a throw-pillow and put it under Annie’s bump.

Mimicking his girlfriend’s stance behind her, Ben started rubbing his cock against her wet pussy, trailing his hand up her back before he tangled his hand in her hair. Arching her back, Annie pushed back against him, looking over her shoulder. With a tilt of his hips, Ben slid into her, eliciting a breathy moan out of them both.

“If you ever...” Ben started thrusting in and out, gripping Annie’s shoulders for leverage, “ever,” he gradually picked up the pace, “ever...” he tugged on her hair, making her moan and clench around him, “even think I’m into anyone else but you, I swear to God…” He bit down on his bottom lip, slamming into her. “You won’t be able to walk straight for weeks.”

“Is that a threat?” Annie teased.

“Oh, big mistake, Annie.” Ben bottomed out and thrust his hips into hers, growling in her ear, “huge.” He slipped out of her and sat back on his heels, stretching his hands back behind him to lean on. “I’m waiting.”

Annie kneeled, leaning forward, and lowered herself onto him. Her legs felt like jelly. She struggled to keep the frantic pace Ben had set earlier and brought one hand down between her legs, cupping Ben’s balls in her hand.

“Oh God.” Ben grunted, shutting his eyes tight.

“Need you to fuck me.” Annie muttered. “M’legs. Can’t.”

Ben smiled to himself before he hoisted them both back up to the sofa, spanking Annie’s butt playfully.

“You silly girl,” he breathed and pushed back into her, bringing one hand down to rub at her clit as he pumped his dick in and out. “All this cock wants is you.”

Ben rammed his hips into Annie’s feeling her breathe stutter out of her lungs as she gasped for air. Annie’s whimpers and moans grew louder, pitched higher, as she reached her climax. Her whole body tensed up, her cunt squeezing around him, pulsating. Her whole body felt like it’s buzzing as wave after wave of pleaser hit her.

“Got any juice left?” Ben chuckled when he felt her relax. “One more?” Annie giggled wickedly and clenched around him, making him inhale sharply. “Fucking devil.”

Chasing his own high, Ben grabbed and smacked Annie’s supple skin as he pounded into her, relentlessly. It wasn’t long before she started to quiver around him again. With each slap of skin against skin, Ben edged closer to his peak. His jaw slack, his eyes screwed shut, Ben pushed his hips into Annie, pulling her hips back down on him. Each spurt of cum made him stab his hips forward, trying to go even deeper into her, grunting and panting. With one last thrust, he wrapped both arms around Annie and pulled her back, onto his lap, as he collapsed on the rug.

“Do you believe me now, when I say I’m not into her?”

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robot-unicorn-attack · 5 years ago

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CHAPTER 02 – WIDOWMAKER

Taglist: @ayzrules @bebemoon @jay-swagsby @interluxetumbra @now-on-elissastillstands @shiftyprincess @kzombi3 @filthysoulls (written by @now-on-elissastillstands)

"Step away from the repair module."

The engineer--one of Lazer's new recruits, ruddy-cheeked, barely old enough for a FTL shuttle permit--startles at the sound of Len's voice. The soldering iron falls from his limp fingers and lands on the floor with a loud clatter, sending sparks ricocheting through the air. Void, her motion protocol on hold while she's hooked up to the module in the stables, doesn't react.

"I'm--I'm so s--sorry, ma'am, but--they told us we had to go through the r--the robots' tertiary matrix readings, and this one had abnormal--"

"Step," Len repeats, enunciating with care, "away."

The poor little engineer blanches, then rouses a fit of bravery from somewhere deep within and starts, "It's the agency protocol to check over all of the robots prior to--"

His words peter off to a squeak as Len keeps staring at him wordlessly. "Right. Of course, ma'am. Agency protocol doesn't have any bearing on this model. Because it's--"

"Because she's mine," Len says, nearly affably.

With a final stammered apology, the engineer flees. Len settles down at the vacated module and glances over the readings on the diagnostic screen.

"What's gotten into you lately?" she murmurs under her breath. "Biometric oscillation in your tertiary? They haven't been treating you well at all, have they?"

There used to be long days when the only person she could bear to talk to was herself. She started talking to Void during her first attempted repairs and mods, cursing and screaming at the beast to do something right, for once, because she had to rage and cry somewhere and she'll be damned if another human hears her do it. Void was her confessional before Sol, and Len poured out her secrets to the horse during the hours she spent tinkering to make Void swift and agile and silent.

Void understood her. Somehow, she always did. Or maybe that's just sentimentality, a delusional conviction--but if it is a delusional conviction, it's one that saved her life.

All of the racers are close to their horses, despite their agencies' commandments. Some of them even treat their animals like organic creatures, pets and companions. Len's never had the luxury of thinking Void could live and breathe on her own--she has changed out her fluid circulators too many times for that--but her AI systems had enough faith in Len to let her root around in her innards, and that's close enough to life for her. It takes a certain amount of trust, to let someone stick their hands into your lungs.

Len powers down the repair module with a tap, reaching over and yanking all the tubes and wires out of Void. She hates the modules, their impersonal readouts and cold, mechanical adjustments. Her hands have always been her best tools to repair her oldest friend. She strokes Void's mane for a moment, burying her fingers into the soft woven durasteel mesh, before hitting the combination of hidden switches that put her into repair mode.

"Let's see if we can fix it, old girl," Len hums, disengaging Void's side carapace to access her core panels.

It is soothing and bitter at once, fixing her Void with her hands. It reminds her of simpler times, when she stole oxygen units from government warehouses by day and raced with Sol at night, galloping to the edge of the city, where the smog was the thinnest and they could almost see the stars, and she could almost think that she was happy. On some nights, Len would manage to convince Sol to leave her noisy bar to stay out in the abandoned warehouse district. They clambered over heavy steel rooftops which rattled beneath their horses' hooves and sat shoulder-to-shoulder, watching the stars. Sol complained about how boring it was, and Len stared up at the empty place where her home used to be before Sol burrowed into her neck and ordered her to entertain her, and Len laughingly obeyed.

She's fighting for that, she reminds herself. For the right of Lava children to look up and see the stars, without the smog from the metal mines. They can't let any more living moons to fall into the void. And if they have to kill Abraxas and the scores of men like him, cut through all of Estrella's most powerful like crooks in the night to do it--

--so be it.

-----

Ardua is waiting for her outside of the dev rooms, a box of cleaning wipes in one hand and Len's abandoned jacket in the other. The handler thrusts the wipes into Len's hands.

Len stares at the box. "What do you want me to do with this shit?"

"Widow can't go into a race with engine grease on her hands," Ardua hisses. She gestures impatiently for Len to hurry up with cleaning her fingers. "You've got a photocall. Press questions." Ardua takes the box from her after she finishes and hands her the jacket, heavy with metal, and the old-fashioned motorcycle helmet she wears during races. "The paps are itching to get a couple snaps of you, especially after your spat with Nyx, and if we get the pictures now, we'll be able to control your image. Oh, and a Lazer team meeting. They want to brief you on the course. We're already late for that, because you refused arrive in the aircars with the others, I spent half an hour trying to figure out which dev room you were in--"

"They were tinkering with Void."

Ardua sighs half-heartedly. "You know, that's one of the only things that reassures me that you're human--how much you pig-headedly love that goddamn robot horse."

Len can't tell if that's a compliment or an insult. She wonders how much the other woman actually knows about her past--if she thinks that Len's backstory has been carefully prepared for a Lazer recruit who has been training for all her life, if she wonders why Len stays on despite her disdain for the industry, if she has the slightest inkling of the truth. If she knows that Len has the same concerns of unreality--that she sometimes presses her nails into her palms to reassure herself that she is as flesh and blood as anyone else, and that she is not simply floating away.

"I was making sure all her systems are up to date," Len says flatly.

"Good. Though I can't understand why you insist on doing it yourself." Ardua's eyes soften. "You're the talent, Widow, there are other people who can do the nitty gritty."

Len averts her gaze, crossing her arms and staring at a point in the middle distance in silence. She can easily understand the backstory Ardua is undoubtedly making up for her in the recesses of her mind--Lazer charity case. Poor mining girl. Too used to the dust to understand that she has the privilege of clean hands now. What a sweetheart. What a hero.

If only Ardua knew how close she was.

"I needed to make sure I win this race," Len says, after long seconds of silence. "Of course you'll win," Ardua replies immediately.

"Don't give me that bullshit," Len says, not bothering to raise her voice.

"What? It's not bullshit. Torrid Gorges is meant to test agility and speed, and you have those in spades. Plus, you have homeworld advantage--"

"I am not one of your children, Ardua," Len says tightly. "Do not patronize me."

The words "homeworld advantage" ricochet around her mind like debris from a shuttle accident. She needs to win this race. She has to win this race. Her people are counting on her to win, to give them the cover they need to take one step closer to justice. She might not have a world left, but she has them, and their pride in the dirt and grit of Lava, and their conviction.

She'll never have clean hands, as long as she lives. She promised that to herself a long time ago.

"I wasn't patronizing you, I was telling you the truth." Ardua sounds earnest, shockingly so. "Widow--Eleni--you're such a bright woman, and such a good racer, the boss says they haven't seen a racer like you since Chaos retired, you have so damn far to go--"

Ardua, with her three children and miner wife, who saw something of her oldest daughter in Len's hollow eyes. Who is as good as Lazer watchdogs come. If Len doesn't win--or if she does, and she's still not enough of a distraction from Abraxas, and they find out her involvement--Ardua will be the first person they accuse of co-conspiracy. Because dirty mining brats couldn't have possibly come up with such a scheme on their own.

"You talk too much," Len tells Ardua, in her most bored voice.

The other woman's face closes off before she sharply turns on her heel.

"The press conference, Widow," she announces, and then she starts walking.

Len trails after Ardua, arms tightly crossed over her chest.

-----

Sol is in the stables when Len comes back there, dancing to some glaringly loud song blasting through her speakers. She glances up when Len steps in and grins widely, shimmying as she fusses with U-800. Her hands move, quick and elegant, as she mouths along enthusiastically to the words.

Something in Len's chest loosens.

She makes her way over to Void, lighter than she has been since the Neon Demon. Her horse whinnies silently, tossing her dark mane. Len strokes Void's side absently, reading off the diagnostic monitor mounted in the wall of the stall. All systems are back to normal. She's done the pre-race checks so many times that her fingers know the motions by instinct. No matter how preoccupied she is--by the race, by the necessity of winning, which she never had to care about before; by Sol's presence so nearby--her hands never falter.

Sol swings by as she finishes her final check on Void, bumping against her hip and laughing when Len jolts a little.

"Loosen up, Leni," she coos in a sing-song voice, dancing around Len on light feet. "You look like you're going to a funeral."

Len can't help the upward twitch at the corner of her mouth. Neither of them is the type to apologize, but she can hear Sol's meaning perfectly clearly.

"There is a significant chance it might be," Len says, cocking her head to one side. She disconnects the final charge wire from one of Void's hooves. "The ravines here aren't easy."

Sol cackles, and Len stares. The light slanting through the stalls makes the gold painted on her temples shimmer, setting her eyes ablaze. She's in a mesh shirt that shifts with her every movement and tight leather pants and boots that give her a good four inches on Len, and Len thinks at herself with a certain happy desperation--fool. Masochist. Idiot.

The music is still thrumming loud in Len's ears, and she finds herself singing along under her breath as she turns back to Void's stall.

"You know the words."

Sol's delighted voice makes her turn back. "I've certainly heard you play the song enough," Len responds with a quirk of her brow. "How is your hearing still that sharp, anyways? With how loud you play your music, I thought you would've blown out your eardrums by now."

"You filthy liar," Sol says happily, clapping her hands. "You've always gone on and on about how much you hate this song." She laughs again, hugging U-800's neck tightly. "I thought I would never see the day."

Len is helpless to keep herself from smiling at the sight. Maybe they've both gotten better at apologies.

----

The three Lazer racers step out to the starting line as one, and the sound of cheering hits Len like a shockwave. She is faintly aware of all the other racers--the Rise upstart in what seems like miles of flowing pink, one of Twilight's main racers in black with glittering heels. The commentator introduces them with the usual ecstatic hyperbole--the brilliant Flame, with an Iron Pegasus ready to battle against the gods; the villainess Nyx in all her glory, with U-800 ready to strike--

"--and, our favorite enigma, finally returning to Torrid Gorges after earning her first victory on these treacherous slopes, Widowmaker on Voidmaker!"

Len stares straight ahead, not acknowledging the flash of the cameras in front of her, or the screaming in her ears where can hear. She takes out her helmet and settles it on her head, fastening it with a click.

After the development of the small-scale holoprojectors which effectively rendered helmets invisible, all the agencies pushed their readers to use them so they could be more easily photographed. Len is one of the few left who still uses a traditional helmet. Sol helped her design the helmet one night, as a joke. Little horns because she was the Federation's demon, ready to punish it for its sins. A skull for all the death she's seen. Melodramatic, megalomaniac bullshit. Len put it on for the first time and had never felt safer.

The crowd cheers even louder once her helmet is on. Wearing one only made her more recognizable--a symbol of Lava World pride and practicality, a girl in a black helmet riding a horse as black as the void.

Is TJ in the crowd, watching her race for them? Are her friends already trailing Abraxas, waiting for a good moment to strike?

Her heart pounds She glances to her right, looking for something to steady herself. Sol stares back at her, eyes fierce and eager in the light. She winks at Len and mouths, fuck them up. Len nods shortly.

She half-wishes she could go back to the way it was, before everything happened. No helmets. No protective gear. No threats of jail and conspiracy and sedition. Just two angry girls on their patchwork horses, reckless and stupid and invincible.

The starting horn sounds, and then she has no more time for wishes.

-----

"--I'm gonna blow up the judges' cars."

"No, Sol."

"Why not?" Sol throws her arms out wide, nearly knocking her elbow against Len's face. "What kind of fucking judgement was that? That was bullshit! We had the fastest times, and they put some Rise bitch and the fucking hoity toity Snow Queen at the top? I'm gonna fucking do it. I'm gonna--"

Len yanks Sol by the back of her shirt and tugs her into an empty room. "You are not going to blow up the judges' aircars."

"But--"

"Not their shuttles, either."

Sol flops on down on the floor, pouting. "Leni, that was so--fucking--unfair--" she groans, slapping at the floor to emphasize her words. "They were so clearly biased! They fucking cheated us! We should've been the winners--"

--but they weren't.

Sol goes on about her plans to inflict mass property damage. Len crosses her arms tightly across her chest and starts to pace around her friend. She digs her fingers into the creases of her jacket until the leather creaks.

She didn't win the race.

Len had one of the fastest times on the track--if not the fastest, before deductions--with no injuries. She should've won.

She didn't.

None of the Lava Worlders did. Len had scored highest, at third. And there was booing and jeering from the stands when the results were announced, and the bodyguards standing behind the spectating politicians and the security teams at the perimeter of the course all looked uneasy. The racers are symbols, and symbols mean more than the sum of their parts. Symbols are dangerous. The politicians had gotten escorted back to their aircars and whisked away, Abraxas among them.

"We should have won," Len agrees tightly, and Sol looks startled for a moment before she looks vindicated.

Without some sort of positive distraction, Abraxas' death would be at the forefront of the news. They would press for an investigation of the councilor's passing. There is a possibility they will discover that it was not an accident. And when they do--

--Sol shouldn't be so close to her. Not anymore.

"There has to be something we can do," Len mutters. "Spin this somehow. Our total agency scores aren't bad, they're among the best they've ever been, so if we emphasize that--"

"Slow down, Leni, fucking stars," Sol huffs. "Fucking spin? Who are you, Allryn? Since when did you care so much about winning a race? Miss me with that bullshit." She crosses her arms on her knees. "I'm gonna think about the important stuff. Like cutting a bitch."

Sol keeps on ranting. Thank the stars for how constant she is--vicious and cunning and somehow genuinely guileless when it came to the two of them. She doesn't deserve to get caught in this. Len paces in circles. Her hands shake ever so slightly. They had been counting on her to do one thing--one simple thing, winning a course she won when she was young and inexperienced--while they risked imprisonment and death, and she failed them.

"--and I'm saying, I could do it, personal security systems are jack shit on those aircar models, so--Len? Leni? Are you even listening to me?"

Len wrenches herself out of her thoughts. "Don't," she responds preemptively, before she even catches up to what Sol is saying. "You can't do that."

"I absolutely can--but--" Sol breaks off, looking unsure. "What the hell is wrong, Leni? What was so important about this race? You look all scared and--"

The door opens with a clatter, and Len starts at the sound. Two Lazer handlers stand in the doorway--Ardua, and a man Len remembers from Sol's entourage.

Sol scowls at them and snarls, "Out!"

The man stares at them, amused. Ardua clears her throat and says, "You two have your post-race interviews in three."

Sol levers herself off of the ground. Len knows better than to offer her a hand, but she leans in and presses her lips to Sol's cheek. One last time for the road. Len whispers into Sol's ear, with all the reassurance she can muster, "I'm fine."

Before she can step away, Sol's arms wrap around her for a brief second before letting her go. The warmth of her touch buoys Len enough to walk to the interview room even as she tells herself that it will be the last time. Sol is called to interview ahead of her, and she goes in with her head held high and proud.

As Len waits to be called, she glances down at the slip of paper Sol pressed into her hand during their embrace.

I'm sorry. We should hang out more. The Demon wasn't enough.

Len's chest aches as she reads the final words.

I really miss you.

#eleni #widowmaker #writing #ch2 #written by elissaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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pinkykitten · 6 years ago

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They stood up for you

The Greatest Showman

Oddities x platonic! female reader

Warning: bullying

Specifics: platonic relationship, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: tom thumb, you, strong Man, tattoo lady, prince constantine, mob man

Words: 1,056

Requested: By anon hi, ur writing is so beautiful and cute and lovely omg, I’ve only been following for a couple weeks but I love ur work soooo much. if it isn’t too much trouble, and if u still write for TGS, I’d like to request something that came to me in a dream lol. it’s the reader is getting bullied somewhere outside the circus [maybe because she works there idk] and Tom Thumb rides out on his horse and saves her. And probably some other oddities do too. this is so weird and prob doesn’t work idk. Thanks <3

Authors Note: btw this makes this 10 times better that it was a dream like i wish i had dreams like that! lol srry again guys for not writing yesterday and monday, fam was off from work and i wanted to spend time with them and friends. also since i just hit 600 followers i am doing a competition, its about ur oc whichever oc u want. u may win so pls check it out, since i cant tag anything here just look in the search bar of my blog 600 followers and u’ll see it there. have any questions about request or 600 competition pls just ask me i am more than welcome to help. also i will be writing ur guys requests while this competition this is going on. the competition end on the 7 of this month so hurry!

The cold air kissed your nose, waking up your face and engulfing your whole body. You wrapped yourself up in your coat and proceeded to walk down the sidewalk to work.

“Hello there, may I please have a croissant?” Your voice comes out a bit shaky due to the cold weather. The bakery you enter is warm and inviting, and the smell of baked goods enters through your nose. It smells so good! As you exit the building you notice a familiar man standing by the windows. As you get a better look you think the man looks like what others call him as Strong Man, but what known friends or workers know him as Angus MacAskill. You give him a smile as you walk to work, he bows his head to you as he winks, full of joy.

You worked at the circus of P.T. Barnum. You were a performer, more specifically a singer. Your whole soul and heart was into that circus, it was your home.

“How ya be Angus?” You called out to your muscled friend. You wrapped yourself more in your coat and cuddled more into your scarf.

Angus blew warm air from his breath into his hands, “its a cold day, shouldn’t you be at the circus by now?”

You placed your hand on your hip sassily, “I should be asking you the same thing! Wanna walk there together?”

“If its alright with you, I think I’ll meet you there. I’m waiting for someone.”

Your mouth was shaped into an ‘o’ as you scratched your head, “I wonder if its a girl? Hmmm Angus, you waitin on some lucky lady?” Your h/c eyebrows wiggled playfully. Angus chuckled and stood by the corner of the bakery. “Well I guess I’ll leave you to your mystery whoever.” As you kept on walking you heard Angus call you, “be careful walking by yourself, okay y/n.”

Your heart felt extremely happy to know that your co-worker and friend was worried about you. It made you feel important to him.

As you walked to work you noticed a man following you. Something odd just felt strange in the air. You felt that something terrible was about to take place soon. Upon hearing the stranger’s foot steps your heart started to beat faster and harder. It beat vigorously in your chest.

Taking the confusing route to work to try to get him to stop following you, you noticed him still lingering behind you. Now fear starts to set in and you start to panic. What could this person want from you? The more time passed the more afraid you became. As you head towards and ally way the stranger motions next to you and pushes you to the floor. You fall down and scrape your knee and drop your items you needed for your performance.

“Hey what is with you? I have sensed you were following me! What gives?”

As the unknown person’s face comes into the light you realize it is a man from the mob. He would show up to the circus every other day and persecute you and your friends. He was evil and so persistent!

“I hate people like you. Especially the people you work for! They are cursed, and soon you will be cursed as well for conversing with them. That hell hole is a terrible place, no children should be allowed there!” You eyes widened in shock as how crazy this man sounded! He truly was a mad man!

“You’re not making any sense! The circus is a place where anybody can be themselves and its a place where you can laugh and have a great time. We express ourselves through dance, singing and many more performances. You are an evil person!” You tried to stand up once more but the man kept his dirty hands on you to hold you down.

“I never said I was finished. You of all people should not associate with people that look like them. You are a foolish girl, you will never be good enough in this world. You are ignorant and stupid for thinking that the circus was a safe place!”

Just as you were about to tear up, the sound of a distant horse galloping could be heard. “What is that?”

Out came Tom Thumb, or should I say general Tom Thumb on his beautiful, noble steed. He saw you were getting bullied and as quick as can be he rode off to you. “Y/n, grab on!” Tom was here to protect you, to save you. The mob man was angry and he tried to hold you down but you ran to Tom and jumped on the horse.

“Woohoo!” Tom cheered, him steering the horse while you, behind him, held on to his tiny chest.

“Thank you Tom. I needed that saving.”

As the mob guy was about to run after you, a group of your friends showed up. Prince Constantine, Nora Hildebrandt the Tattoo Lady, and last but not least Angus. At once they sped to the man and started to scold him and scare him off. Telling him to pick on someone else, and to never mess with y/n again. Seeing them fight for you and stick up for you made you smile. You really did love your friends.

“My heroes,” you whispered while hugging Tom.

Tom gave a toothy smile, “anything for you doll.”

His horse galloped to the circus building. As it came to a halt you jumped off and went in search for your ‘knights’. Upon seeing them you skipped to them and gave each of them a hug, “thanks guys. I don’t know what I would do without you. To me you’re not just my friends, you are also family.”

“We couldn’t just let you be hurt like that. You mean so much to all of us,” Nora chuckled as she reassuringly touched your arm.

“I mean life would not be the same without you, y/n. We couldn’t just stand there while you got bullied like that, we know you would of stood up for us.” Constantine smiled as he walked away, going about his day normally.

“I told ya kid to be careful, better we were there to protect you,” Angus ruffled your hair.

“You guys are the best, thanks for sticking up for me.”

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kaseyfics-blog · 6 years ago

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A New City Part 1/?

Sarah Paulson x fem!reader

This will be a series, I’m not sure how many parts this will have yet, it all depends on how well it goes!

Warnings; hint at past traumas but no details given. Getting used to change?

Word Count; 1295

As you left the plane, the sudden rush of heat hit you. Refreshing and overwhelming, you knew this was the very beginning of your new start. You were moving from London to America in a bid to leave your past traumas and pain behind. Your mother has just passed, and being the last relative you had, her passing left you extremely lonely. You figured that the best option would be to move and you decided to go big. You were following your dreams.

You hadn’t been the best at planning trips, however saving some money before you left allowed you to take a little time before job searching. Eventually though, you knew you had to.

It took you a little while, you settled into your new house, finally got on top of unpacking and decided now was the best time to sit down and apply for some jobs. You had been at it for hours, apply for all sorts of roles that took your interest until one job stood out from the rest.

“PA to screenwriter/director of a hugely successful series”

Applicant must have previous experience in personal assistance but most importantly must hold high levels of discretion.

This immediately peaked your interest, wondering which series this could be, you gathered your resume and hit apply, all you had to do now was wait.

**********

The next morning came, light shone through your window and the sound or birds tweeting was still a refreshing change from the usual sounds of traffic in London.

You got up, showered, changed into comfortable clothes and made some breakfast. It was around 11am when your phone rang.

“Hello” you said. Eagerly waiting to see who could be calling.

“Hello there, I am looking to speak to Y/N Y/L/N”

“This is she”

“Great! My name is Ryan and I have received your application for the PA for the series, I’m very interested in meeting with you. Would we be able to arrange a time for you to come down to the office and meet with me?” He said eagerly.

You could barely believe that this job was calling you so quickly!

“That would be great Ryan, I am free each day at the moment! May I ask, what is the name of the series?” You had an idea… hearing the name Ryan, but it couldn’t be? It couldn’t really be that your favourite show could possibly want to hire you… right?

“Sure, the show is American Horror Story, I hope that you’ve heard of us by now!” He said, a chuckle leaving his mouth.

“…” It was true… your favourite show…

“Hello? Y/N?”

“Sorry Ryan, you don’t understand how much I love American Horror Story, this is surreal!” You were sure that your screams would have lead Ryan to remove the phone from his ear, but you couldn’t hold your excitement!

“Haha, that’s perfect! Would you be able to come in later today? I know it’s short notice, but hearing your excitement makes me so curious to meet you!”

“Please! Send the time and address to me and I’ll be there!” You said in a hurry.

“Great, see you later Y/N”

“Bye, Ryan” You were screaming again…

It was happening you thought. The tables were finally turning, your bad luck had run out and this was going to be the start of something amazing. Even if you didn’t get the job, you'd get to meet RYAN MURPHY! Also, you were hoping to possibly get a glimpse at some of the actors you had come to love!

PING!

A text went off and read;

It was great speaking with you Y/N, please meet me at my office at 2pm. No need to bring anything with you, see you soon!

You had two hours to get ready and leave. You rushed to pick the perfect outfit and set off in an uber. Your nerves started to get the best of you as the driver informed you that you would reach the destination in a few minutes.

Suddenly you saw the huge building, you knew you had arrived. You stepped out, thanking and paying your driver. You took in a huge breath and pressed the intercom at the front of the building, introducing yourself and stating that you were here to see Ryan. You were buzzed in.

You waited patiently at the bottom of the stairs, heart beating fast, palms becoming sweaty, your mouth becoming dry.

You spot him, almost galloping down the stairs. He has an aura that is immediately striking, resembling that of someone of importance but also shining so you knew he was friendly! He bounded over to you and shook your hand speedily, a quick “Hello, follow me” and you were in his office in no time.

“ Sorry for the mad rush, with all the paps around, we all feel better once we’re upstairs!”

“Haha, not a problem Ryan, thank you for seeing me today. You have no idea what an amazing feeling it just to be here today!”

“You’re more than welcome Y/N” He shot you a genuine smile and you felt yourself relax.

“So, I must say, I love your resume. I can see you have the experience. The fact that you love the show is just a bonus! Would it be okay for you to tell me some more about yourself? Your personal life?” He seemed excited, it was lovely.

“Sure, I moved to America recently for a fresh start. After my relationship with my girlfriend ended last year and I lost my mother, I felt it was finally time to move, and America has always been a dream, so I just went for it! Other than that, I’m a sucker for horror, love my food and every now and then I’ll let lose at a party!” You stated, being completely honest with Ryan without revealing too much.

His eyes softened, as if he was looking into your soul, searching for answers to a question you didn’t know. He finally spoke up.

“Y/N, there’s something so refreshing about someone so young, taking life by the horns even though they have been dealt some bad cards, I really admire that”

You felt overwhelmed with appreciated. From the fact that he invited you to meet with him to the genuine words leaving his mouth.

You both sat and spoke, sharing stories about your lives, laughing and talking about the role a little more. All of a sudden Ryan glanced to the clock and gasped, you had been speaking for just over three hours. He looked at you…

“Y/N, would you like this job? I rarely connect so quickly to people, and when I do, well… they’re now actors on the show. U would love for you to join the team, I believe you’d be an amazing fit.”

You must have been crying, because he was suddenly handing you a tissue and rushing over to you.

“Yes, I would love to join you all!” You screamed so loud that he jumped.

“Haha, great! Listen, I’ll draft your contract this afternoon and would love for you to start on Monday however I am holding a party tomorrow night at my house in celebration for the new series beginning. Would you like to join us? I think it would be a great opportunity to meet the cast before shooting begins” You couldn’t believe this! A job offer and the chance to meet the cast so soon! You tried to hold back the need you felt to fangirl.

“That would be incredible! Count me in!” You said excitedly.

He wrote down his address and the time the party would start and pulled you in for a hug.

“Welcome to the team, Y/N”

You couldn’t believe this. This really was the beginning.

#American horror story #ahs #sarah paulson #sarah Paulson x reader #sarah Paulson x fem reader #ryan murphy #fanfic #evan peters #Kathy bates #ahs imagines #gxg imagine #American horror story imagine #sarah Paulson x y/n

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shoushatohaisha · 6 years ago

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report: haikyuu!! summer week day 5 part 1 (shinka no natsu)

previously: day 1 (shoen) day 2 (itadaki no keshiki) day 3 (karasuno, fukkatsu!!) day 4 (shousha to haisha)

guests: kagechan, fucchi, shouri, takumi

(...the haikyuu day event sure did wipe everything else from my brain, wow. but. i'll do my best...!)

so when the cast first ran out, shouri wasn't there – he just hung back without telling anyone because kagechan kept looking back at the wings and cracking up and takumi looked like he wanted to die. this was, of course, so that after kagechan welcomed the audience to haikyuu summer week, shouri could stroll out dramatically and say "HEY, YOUR SENPAI IS HERE. your senpai in this event. and in haikyuu. your senpai." ok shouri.

kagechan was nominally the MC and he did an impressive job fighting the black hole of attention that is kondou-kun for control. XD but... shouri: who's the MC anyway kagechan: it's me?? it's obviously me? fucchi: i mean, we don't know yet. shouri: i was the MC for karasuno fukkatsu so i'll kindly let one of you first-timers do it – takumi, you want to MC right? takumi: ……...yeah………sure…….... shouri: he does. i can see it in his face.

then they did janken and fucchi won so he briefly took over, just long enough to skip to the end of the script – "how did you all enjoy the screening today??" kagechan: this is as far as we rehearsed.

during cheer practice we did shouri's dumb high school cheer again. for him. not kuroo. XD

when we practiced the "volleyball, haikyuu" bit they briefly mentioned how strong the impact of adding "ue wo miageru" was – i think it was shouri maybe? who said that when first reading the script it jumped right out at him and made him like, reflexively want to look at the ceiling. ...and that the returning cast kept messing up in rehearsal, for a while there would always be several people who forgot to say "ue wo miageru" and went straight to "kyuugi de aru", lol.

and shouri ALMOST got us to do his "nyan nyanya nyan nyan nyan" cheer for nekoma, he got all the way through explaining it to everyone else, and telling us that he'd gotten whistled off for it the other day, and asking the ref for permission, and through one round of tobe tobe karasuno / hey hey fukuro / ike ike nekoma nya nya-- ...and got whistled off. XD

meanwhile, takumi kept sliding off toward the edge of the stage and shouri would be like "GET BACK HERE" and pull him into the middle. and then get distracted harassing someone and takumi would slide away again. much like with naoki, he got pulled into doing a lot more choreo than he would have otherwise simply by virtue of being in proximity to shouri, lol. (i heard the girls behind me at hajimari no kyojin that night laughing about "poor higashi-kun", haha.) only whereas naoki played the straight man aloud, takumi just silently, like, grinned and bore it.

having said that, during the screening shouri was obviously Peak Shouri, but hilariously enough he TIRED HIMSELF OUT by running around so much so i actually don't think it was as over the top as karasuno fukkatsu.

specifically, it was the scenes at coach ukai's that killed him, he and takumi came out as the elementary school kids bouncing around and acting super dumb and then shouri started running around doing every one of the tempos and eventually he had to like, wipe his face and lean over and brace himself he was breathing so hard. shouri u noodle.

takumi also made shouri act out bokuto's part so he could be konoha. it was cute, the way they were careful to respect that it was kouki on screen but that takumi took over the role later without making it seem awkward or unnatural. like during the bit where bokuto yells "the moment you think you can hit a strong spike, that's your chance" -- "kyouretsu na ippatsu ga uteru to omotta shunkan ga...kouki!" -- shouri jumped up and yelled "KOUKI!!!!" along with him and jabbed his finger excitedly at the screen. he brought it up in the aftertalk too. "HAHA IT WAS SO FUNNY TO SEE KOUKI YELLING HIS OWN NAME. :D"

ok back to the beginning tho. unsurprisingly, they had a lot of fun with the hamlet scene – kagechan's timing for running out, lifting his hand slowly, and reciting "SOSHITE, YOKUASA" was BEAT perfect, it got a massive laugh from the audience.

for the opening, they all did their own parts of course – fucchi running out to yell "KIYOKO-SAN" was a joy to behold – but shouri also did sarukui, hips and all, which was sure Something.

when takechan came out to explain the "school rules", shouri literally just galloped across the stage and disappeared into the wings opposite, it was like he couldn't bear to be off stage. XD at first fucchi was as bouncy as shouri, doing all the choreo and super star rolling thunder etc, but eventually he calmed down and sat there watching the screening super seriously, sometimes he was the only one out there.

meanwhile, the ladies made their first appearance! let me tell you, you have never seen such a group of fangirls over saeko/kiyoko-san, i thought everyone in the audience was gonna literally swoon at saeko's first appearnce. self included, obvs. (ofc everyone loved yacchan but that was more of a "you're adorable" and less of a "please wreck me" vibe.) it was also extremely satisfying to yell "akaaaAAAAshi" in one's best bokuto voice along with one thousand other people. and during the exam prep, "norio" also got his own round of character cheers. XD

when yachi yells "murabito b mo tatakaemasu!!" shouri ran out with a cardboard sign that read "MURABITO B", held it up proudly to cheers, then spent several minutes trying to get it to stay upright on one of the chairs. ("nice fight!" someone in the audience called.) murabito b remained on stage in support for the rest of the screening.

for "kageyama's not breathing!" kagechan flopped dramatically to the stage…. and then takumi ran out to do cpr! only it was such like, soft, gentle cpr that kagechan sat up and burst into laughter. in the car with saeko-neesan, kagechan pretended to fall asleep, and then acted out waking up, putting in eyedrops, etc. "ohayou," fucchi told him solemnly.

kagechan and fucchi did a great job with the synchro attack and then with all of karasuno's ending match/group number choreo. hilariously, all four of them started to do the final choreo that includes a bit of each school's signature moves and shouri forgot to do nekoma's. XD "it wasn't that long ago, idk why it's so hard to remember!" he said later, and having witnessed him reenact practically the entirety of karasuno fukkatsu i too wondered the same thing.

oh oh! when karasuno are doing the wheelbarrel walks, kagechan "wheeled" fucchi out all the way across the stage – then when they reached the wings, fucchi held himself up with one arm for several seconds while gesturing at kagechan and without taking a break they reversed course and "walked" back across the stage. from which i conclude that kid has amazing arm strength!

AND THEN.

during the last practice match against fukurodani, as kageyama debates whether to try out the new quick with hinata...

...suga kenta ran on stage, said "yannai no?" and ran off.

IT'S NOT LIKE WE DIDN'T ALL KNOW HE WAS THERE but oh my god the screeching, holy shit. again, self very much included. knowing how much kenta loves that line, i should have known that would be too much for him to resist. and yet. dies. it was incredible.

hilariously, the cast, who were pointing and laughing in shock just like everyone else, didn't acknowledge this surprise until the very end of the aftertalk. "ah yes, someone who… resembled… that orange-haired person on stage… appeared earlier, huh. briefly."

speaking of the aftertalk!

takumi talked about how this play was his stage debut: shouri: he cried ALL THE TIME. he cried at our first cast meeting. he cried on opening night... our takumi's grown so much! :') takumi: ……..….thanks. takumi: i was too nervous to enjoy anything until the play opened tbh. shouri: dude you're nervous right now. takumi: ……..yeah.

apparently during rehearsal takumi was repeatedly told to speak up more during fukurodani's group scenes – no one could hear him contribute to "hey hey hey" etc. but once the show actually opened and they could hear the audience reactions to fukurodani and everything he got less nervous and it became a lot more fun.

shouri: yeah, you had sarukui and everything, lol… i heard the audience calling "kawaii!!" when he appeared earlier and honestly if that's what you call cute... audience: KAWAII kagechan: seriously, i need a dictionary for this.

then shouri pointed out that although in the source material the characters don't use first names that much, in the last barbecue scene ken-chan alone would come on super strong and go around addressing all the characters by their first name. "OI, TETSUROU. TETSUROU. HAVE SOME MORE MEAT." so even though they weren't miked he was so loud that during these serious conversations you can hear him in the background going "TETSUROU. TETSUROU."

OH fucchi told us that "super star rolling thunder" was originallly "stardust rolling thunder"… because fucchi's agency is stardust promotions. XD fucchi: and in that scene i'm with ino hiroki-kun and nagao shizune-chan fucchi: and, you know, they sparkle fucchi: like stardust

apparently he got the go-ahead from worry-san, but not from the higher ups, precisely because of stardust promotions. XD shouri: then why don't you do it now? stardust rolling thunder. fucchi: i, wai-- fucchi: fucchi: fucchi: :| shouri: ^___^ fucchi: i knew it.

from which i conclude fucchi had tried to get out of doing it during their MC planning or something. XD

fucchi: you have to be the sparkles shouri: but i'm watanabe fucchi: -_- shouri: get takumi too fucchi: takumi, what's your agency? takumi: beaco-- fucchi: it's fine, it's fine, over there please

final messages: takumi's was very polite and respectful as he thanked the audience, it was cute. shouri said that watching shinka no natsu made him fondly remember all the work the different schools did to grow as a team and learn to communicate with each other during that summer – it was their irl summer of evolution. fucchi pointed out that he and kagechan will reach their hundredth haikyuu show during the saikyou no team! and kagechan said that he was here sitting in audience -- "right around there" – watching for the shoen dress rehearsal so it was really special to be here in aiia as a proper part of engeki haikyuu. :)

hajimari no kyojin next, then some off-camera stories from event night! THE GOAL LINE IS IN SIGHT. thanks so much for the nice comments, i really appreciate them, and i've been enjoying reading your capslocky tags. :D

#engeki haikyuu #hyper projection engeki haikyuu!!#kondou shouri #kageyama tatsuya #fuchino yuuto #higashi takumi #haikyuu summer week #event report #wow this just became the shouri report part two #who's surprised #literally no one

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knivesandfaygo-blog · 6 years ago

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Smol Clown Meets Horse

((In which smol clown worries and big clown says “Chill and meet my horse”

@voidequine @apurpleaddledbaker

Horuss

You are one Horuss Zahhak and you are currently making your hay to your morali's stable to check in on him after the mare distressing answer you had read of his a few hours previously, he had attempted to insist his wellbeing and lack of care regarding the situation but you had neigh inclining to believe him at the time. You were amare of how sore a subject his the matter of his lusus was to him, mare especially so close to the actual anniversary of his leaving. Which was what was carrying your STRONG gait to his stable, the hay familiar and easy to traverse after the SHEER amount of times you hoof done so before.

Karako

You are Karako Pierot and you need to check just to be sure, absolutely sure, that your brother is alright. You hurry along pretty much running since your brother is one of few people you know who you'd do anything for. You dodge around a big man, scuttling onward as fast as you can honking softly to yourself in worry as you go.

Horuss

You hoof a moment where you notice a little one gallop around you, ears flicking forward in attention as you focus on him, you can see he is a clown from the face paint he is wearing and the odd way he's painted his horns in greys instead of the candy-corn orange to yellow they should be. You blink and follow him with your gaze until he stops in front of your morali's store front, a brow raising in curiosity as you finish your own approach, looking down at his much smaller, slighter frame. "Greetings little one, are you here to speak with Gamzee as well?"

Karako

You jump with a frightened honk and nearly draw a knife to protect yourself before seeing the big man is unarmed at the moment. You stare at him for a long moment like a frightened rabbit before very slowly nodding and honking a yes. Slowly once again you reach for the door handle, open it, and slither inside with speed. This guy knows Gamzee's name but you don't know him.

Horuss

Oh fiddlesticks, you did neigh mean to startle the little clown, that was neigh your intentions, he is frightened now, that is neigh what you were after. But he does know Gamzee, that is good you are neigh letting someone unknown slip into his store.

You let him slip inside first then you follow, closing the door securely behind you, making your hay inside and following him. "Well, I am Horuss, nice to meet a friend of Gamzee's."

Karako

You honk your name, Karako. Would he understand honk? A lot of people seem to surprisingly. You take up a strategic position under a table to watch him from beneath. Part of you acknowledges that this isn't any safer than standing anywhere else, but the more primal part of you says that any sort of shelter is automatically a little bit safer.

Horuss

Thankfully, after extensive amount of time around your own clown you can understand a bit of what he is telling you. "Karako is a GOOD name, I think he has informed me of you before." He is now hiding away under the table and you will allow him to continue to do so if that makes him feel mare safe, insteed you make your hay to Gamzee's bedroom, searching him out.

Gamzee

You, Gamzee Makara, are doing motherfuckin fine except for the dried tears on your motherfuckin face, shut up you're doing just fine. There's noises coming from the ground floor and you can't bring yaself to give much of a fuck about that cause those hoofsteps are just Horuss, he's giant and heavy and you know him anywhere. You glance up from where you've bundled yourself up in a blanket against the wall when he enters, stare at him a moment before patting the space beside you so he'll come sit next to you and let you curl into him without saying any motherfuckin shit.

Karako

You get anxious when the big Horuss man goes up to Gamzee's rooms. You honk fretfully up the stair, not wanting to go into his hive space without permission. "G-Gamzee?... Y-You okay?... I'm here if ya need... me..." you honk, trailing off towards the end.

Horuss

Your morali looks abs100tely terrible, so very pitiable, your poor clown. You make your hay towards him, chittering a low, rumbling noise in your throat until you are close enough to sink down and pull him into your chest, tuck his head under your chin and wrap your arms around him securely, rocking him gently. "I am here, you are here, we are fine, you did so well without him."

Gamzee

Horuss is all big strong steady strength and you curl tight into him and his noises, press your nose right against his skin and take ya time to breath him in and try ta pull yaself together and oh, oh Karako's here too, you can't fall apart in front of him, no no you can't. You rub your eyes furiously, pull away from the horse's hold and call down ta him, voice just a bit shaky. "Ye-yeah, yeah I'm, I'm good kid, ya can come up if ya want!"

Karako

You scuttle up and squeeze behind the couch somehow. You peer over the edge at them... then make a face before ducking back down. Oh no. It's worse than you thought. COOTIES.

Horuss

You allow Gamzee to pull away from you, grip shifting so that you can still hold him securely even at the distance. You snort an amused breath at Karako's scampering into the room, watching him squeeze himself behind the couch and duck out than back in in quick succession, one of your hooves rising to rub small circles into Gamzee's cheek, you will let him deal with this situation as he saw fit.

Gamzee

You roll from your eyes at Karako's antics, about to shift up to pull him outta hiding for a proper introducin when Horuss's thumbs make ya purr something small and stuttering, face pressing into it for a minute before you pulled yaself back and actually did reach out to pull Karako up and out for meetings. "Karako, this is Horuss, my pale bro. Horuss, this is Karako, my little bro."

Karako

You are pulls out like a naughty puppy and you honk a little. You're sort of curled in on yourself as you wave a little with one hand and honk once again, "H-h-h-hello..... Horuss pale bro man...." You've now realized you are.... a third wheel... in a COOTIES situation. Oh no.... "Sh-should I leave? A-am I bothering y-you? I-I'm S-sorry..." you honking stammer.

Horuss

You huff an amused noise at your clown, allowing him to shift out of your grip to get the small clown and bring him out to your eyes. "You need neigh do that, let him hide away if he wishes I do neigh mind." Still you return Karako's wave, "it is nice to meet you as well." You shake your head at his nervous question. "You need neigh leave little one, you are neigh being a bother."

Gamzee

You shake him just the smallest amount at his stupid question, really little bro? If you wanted him out he woulda been out. "Yeah, ya fine, ain't nobody bothering or being bothered, it's motherfuckin fine." You drop him gently on the couch before sitting yaself back in place, you don't lean into him too much, you're fine. Even if you're eyes are a bit blood-shot.

Karako

You bounce a little when dropped on the cousins. You watch them quietly and curiously. You are still afraid of the dreaded COOTIES but you don't hide again. "U-um..." you honk wanting to ask if Gamzee is okay. You can't imagine what that would have been like, to have a guardian leave you like that. To not have been loved....

Horuss

You tilt your head in a curious movement, blinking at the little one as you lean forward to rub your chin on the top of your clown's head mindful of his DANGEROUS horns. You hoof little to add right at the moment so you are going to simply watch for the moment.

Gamzee

Your eyes roll at ya horse dropping his chin on ya head, really now? Possessive horse. Focus back on ya little brother now, "what brings ya here little bro? Shit alright at the church?"

Karako

"Ya... ya it's all good..." you mumble honk and look down at your fingers. You chew anxiously on your lip, not sure what to say with this stranger to you here. "Uh.... I guess... I was lonely again?" you try. It's not untrue parse.

Horuss

You are amare that you are mare that likely making things difficult for the little clown, but first and foremost you are mare focused on your morali and his comfort. You are mare calm at this moment in time, your ears are neutral at the moment, neither flicked up or pressed back, perfectly content to observe.

Gamzee

"Good," you say, cocking your head at Karako. "S'alright if ya lonely, happens sometimes." You stretch out a bit, rub at ya eyes again. "I don't right mind much. Just ignore Horuss, he's not gonna do any shit now he's got his hug on." You're kinda stuck now until he decides to let go of you.

Karako

That whole hugging thing looks nice.... but the COOTIES. "Oh... okay. Sorry I hid from you Horuss..." you honk to him while still kinda wanting to hide. He's so so big... but the way he's got Gamzee held and the way Gamzee is relaxing makes you pay attention to more than his bigness. Eventually, you make nervous eye contact. "Do... do you want food? I remember where food is I can bring it for you..." you honk.

Horuss

You do neigh bother with denying Gamzee's words, there's quite a bit of truth to them afterall, you will neigh be releasing him until you are ready to do so. You meet the small clown's eyes through your goggles, calm and placid. "You need neigh apologize Karako, it is fine." Truly it was, hiding from someone of your height and size is mare than understandable, well and truly so. But that suggestion is insteed a good one. "Food sounds like a wonderfoal idea, I shall make something ok? You two remain here, I shall neigh be long." Guide Gamzee off of you before you stand to your full height

Gamzee

Oh good they're getting the fuck along, pleased honk, very pleased with that shit, ya don't want ya little bro ta be terrified of your pale bro. Didn't want that at all. "Yeah, yeah I could for some food," you honk in surprise when you're moved from Horuss' lap as he stands which no, no, you weren't given permission to - he's on about food now, you're not gonna get cuddles until he's done now. "Fine, sure, we'll stay here, won't we little bro?"

Karako

You nod vigorously making your cap flap against your head. "Yeah. I'll be good!" you honk, not wanting to make the big troll or your bro mad. You curl in on yourself a little as the large troll passes to go cook food, then relax a little looking back at Gamzee. Very quietly now you honk, "You're good?...."

Horuss

You of horse notice the hay the small one flinches away from you but you do neigh draw attention to it, mare than used to the same from your own clown, as you move into the kitchen area and start looking through Gamzee's stores of food, good there is actually food here, mare than there was when you first arrived. You are mare pleased by this development.

Gamzee

Now that Horuss is up ya just kinda slump into the couch a bit, pull the fabric of ya blanket further around yourself, you blink long and slow at his question lookin all kinds a tired. "Yeah, yeah I'm good, it's fine, dead and gone and buried in the past years, nothing else ta do but deal with it."

Karako

You look into his eyes for a moment then down as your own eyes flash red for a moment as you honk so so softly, "Fuck him... You're the best and I hope he got what was coming to him...." You're little body is full of rage and, that's scary. You're so angry for your brother, that someone who was supposed to care for and love him would do that. Your hands ball into too tight fists making your claws dig into your palms drawing a little blood.

Horuss

Your ears flicker back towards them as you work, keeping an attentive ear on the conversation as you work on something simple and quick. Best now to go with anything too HEAVY when you were unsure of the last actual time Gamzee had eaten anything.

Gamzee

"Hey now," you reach out and ruffle his hair roughly, probably swaying him a bit in the process of it. "It's ok and done with, stop that shit now or Imma throw ya out cause I ain't dealin with it today," not when you're tired and drained and just a bit aching inside. "I don't care 'bout him no more, so just get ya motherfuckin stoppin on, ya hear?"

Karako

You get ruffled roughly breaking the rage train of thoughts for a moment and you look up at him with big sad eyes. You put a hand over your pumper grabbing at your clothes a little. "Okay... I hear you... Um..." you honk softly. "I love you as my bro... it's not the same but that's how I feel and you are very important...."

Horuss

-The horse is cooking and therefore has been skipped this turn order-

Gamzee

Good, he's stopped. Draw ya hand back into your blanketed self and keep ya narrowed eyes on him a moment before ya relax again. "I know kid," a lot of people care about you and think ya lusus was all kinds of utter stupid bullshit for thinkin the way he did, it just... it was hard to push ya think pan past that sometimes. S'why ya never talked 'bout him, ta anybody. "I know. Now, the important part," you try to put a bit more life inta your voice but ya pretty sure it falls flat. "Ya gonna be staying for some eatin, right? Horuss is real good at it."

Karako

You glance over at the big man cooking then back to Gamzee. "I'll stay if you want me too..." you honk. You want to stay but he sounds so tired that you also sort of worry about being a bother even though he said before that you were fine. "Church isn't the same..." without you there goes unsaid.

Horuss

That sounds like a good time to whinny at them both, "I am good enough to create edible meals, little mare than that, certainly nothing for GREAT praise." You turn to look at the two clowns over your shoulder, inspecting them both closely for a moment. "There will certainly be eneigh for you as well if you decide to stay Karako."

Gamzee

"See? 'Cided then, ya staying for eatin," there we go, decision reached and all that good shit, no going back on it now. You're probably not gonna be awake long after ya get somethin inta ya, it's fine you're just tired and coming down from a great time. S'all fine. "I know bro, I be knowin."

Karako

You nod to Gamzee and as kitchen sounds continue, more and more you are distracted by it and after not much time you are watching him cook. Is the little clown easy to distract? Yes sometimes you are most easy to distract. And this is good cause it helps to keep bringing you down from the rage feelings.

Horuss

You are amare of the conversation between the clowns dying down as you work, very good. You are mare pleased, a quiet, pleasant evening with those that care about him will do your morali some good and you can foalfil your promise of informing him of your first days in the precinct as well, a nice evening insteed.

#voidequine #apurpleaddledbaker #discord rp #ic #offline

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Return of the Archons

Spock had been tentatively gazing at Jim as they monitored readings on his console when the captain moved to answer a distress call that Spock could in no way hear. It was from the landing party of Mr. Sulu and Mr. O’Neil who were being threatened by ambling cloaked figures. Their fear was warranted and so was their desire for an emergency beam up.

Kirk cued for Uhura to fill Spock in on the nature of the call in his place as he hurried down to the transporter room. Moments later, he was met with a strangely euphoric Sulu and no lieutenant at his side. There was babbled nonsense of not being of the body, some group titled the Archons, and a godly figured named Landru.

McCoy was just as understandably baffled at Sulu’s gibberish upon arriving after the transporter room commed him. He made no aim to say anything as he glanced over Sulu and looked to Jim. They mutually had one question on their minds:

What was this so-called paradise?

Before a larger landing party was cleared to beam down, the selected individuals had appropriate clothes replicated and began to slip them on shortly thereafter. Spock had a special exception to his, including a headscarf of sorts to disguise his ears. It was also mentioned it would better keep the planet’s sun out of his eyes, sparing him some glare to read hand signs.

He had been translated the current disposition and understood Jim’s agitation with the overall situation. In spite of this, Jim let a small smile slide as he fixed the scarf where Spock hadn’t quite pulled it forward enough and fixed the few bangs that were out of place. Satisfied, the pair took the lift to the transporter room to meet the rest of the party.

Once feet made contact with Beta III, most of the crew began to take in their surroundings, including Spock. Kirk made to reassure the ship that the materialization was successful before everyone inclined their sights to see a local pass them by. Spock looked to Jim at his side, fully grasping his attention before beginning his commentary: a “C” shape moved and placed as though it were a lid; a flat palm pushed out followed by curled fingers flaring out, then his right middle finger scraping off the back of his left hand outwardly. [Odd; His expression, empty]

Jim nodded, replying with putting a pinky near the side of his eye, shaking his hand down to end with his pinky and thumb out, and finger-spelt Sulu. [Like S-U-L-U] They shared a quick gaze and Jim began to say something more about if the planet’s inhabitants were just the same, but cut himself off, putting his hands lightly together and shifting his right palm out jaggedly [Let’s go], verbalizing the command for his able-bodied fellows. He had instinctively wanted to grab for Spock’s hand as he always did but stopped himself, too concerned the planetary residents would have an issue with their outward PDA, even if it was explained as a literal helping hand.

The first interaction with a said resident was… awkward to say the least. Despite the size of the man’s mouth, Spock could not discern what was passing on his lips. Though, he did copy the palm to [human] heart gesture since Jim had returned it. Beyond that, he was lost and prayed Jim’s miracle talent with diplomacy would work. The only other thing that could be easily followed was the point to the clock tower.

He barely felt the vibrations from the bell chiming and next thing he knew, he was watching townspeople go into a sort of hysteria and manic episode. He naturally stepped closer to Jim, lacing their hands, as if he was hoping to convey a need for an explanation afterwards. Jim was just as taken back by the sudden outbreak. Their comforting hold broke as their landing party was swarmed with festival participants becoming handsy and otherwise. It was a full minute until Jim vocalized the need to get out of the street, grabbing Spock’s hand once again to drag him along as their group took off.

Spock was nearly clung to his arm after they sought shelter and were met by three older men. Once again, Jim’s diplomatic skills came to use as he politely spoke, explaining they were from the Valley for the festival. Spock’s small sense of possessiveness took a step back but lingered as Jim stepped to mention acquiring rooms. Soon, the group was moving up the stairs, Spock allowed to walk up behind Jim, hand grasped at his coattail to keep his balance and for reassurance. The room was adequate to fit all of the men and their host was awfully skittish, especially when Jim asked about Landru. He nearly ran out after remarking that the group was strange.

Jim watched the madness outside from one of the opened windows. He sighed before returning his attention to his men, creating a list in his head of missions for them to undertake. He designated McCoy to watch atmospheric readings and Lindstrom to see sociological happenings then beckoned Spock over. He took a moment to figure out how to sign that they would need to put their heads together and strategize a game plan by the following morning. Spock nodded once the message was put across and gave a look that Jim understood to mean ‘explain everything that has happened in the past hour.’

For a while throughout the night, the two shared a top bunk, gently watching each other’s eyes. Jim kissed Spock’s knuckles before finally climbing down, far too restless to stay up there any longer. Spock understood fully and watched him as he stood at the other set of bunks with a blanket around his shoulders. At a minute to 6 am, Jim gave up on waiting around, moving to watch the last few moments of the confusing displays in the street. They ceased immediately at the bell chimes and he shook his head in disbelief. As he stepped away, he began to gingerly wake his team, a gentle squeeze to Spock’s hand sufficing the intent to rally everyone together.

The sobs of a young woman could be heard as McCoy awakened and the troop made their way down the stairs. Bones took initiative to help her by carrying her off, Spock on his tail for aid. They brought her to what appeared to be a sitting room so Bones could administer the hypo and let her comfortably be lulled into unconsciousness. They stood aside as everyone swarmed it and Kirk showed his authority with challenging that they possibly were Archons. Spock only turned to notice the incoming lawgivers when everyone else’s gaze caught them. The old man Tamar was zapped before one of the cloaked figures rambled on about absorption being necessary and other cult-like recitations.

It seemed Jim was particularly stubborn and rebellious today. He was insistent on refusing to go anywhere and even Spock and his non-existent hearing could recognize it. He waited until the lawgivers turned to concur to step into Kirk’s vision, making fists with thumbs up, moving his right hand forward, followed by pointing out to Kirk’s person and tapping his temple twice with a cupped hand. [How you know?]

Kirk’s response was formed by two thumbs up coming into the same area then turning into palms going back out, these palms moved in a minor circle, and one finger up being twice pointed to [Everything here stimulus]. Spock nodded, regarding it as logical. The figures turned back and rephrased their commands, Jim continuing to be defiant. He unexpectedly took one of the staffs, handing it to Spock who was close behind him. He glanced it over before leaning it against his chest to “talk” to the captain. He wiggled his fingers a moment before making a fist for [Fascinating] and made a half of a circle with one hand, spinning a finger above it, for [Hollow]. It was easy to tell that the harsh exhale through Jim’s nose was quite heated, even if he did obediently lead his party out after Reger promised a safe space somewhere else. Spock sensed his irritation and only made a move to hold his coat tail, instead of his hand, which would have unintentionally been gripping furiously.

Everyone walked in a tight group, courteously greeting passing strangers. Kirk looked to Spock, running his index finger down an open palm then used that index finger to point at him and then to his temple [What you think?]. Spock could only manage to shake his head. Then a thumb out tapped near the corner of his mouth to the apple of his cheek, hands wide and turning as though to open a lid and twist the pieces away from each other; pinky and thumb out on each hand waving up and down twice, two fingers together going in a circle before landing on the back of his other hand. [Yesterday, chaos; today, normal.]

Then, one of the men from yesterday -- Bilar -- greeted them a good morning, which was returned. Lindstrom still had reservations and concerns for Reger’s daughter Tula but Reger only brushed it off. Soon, they paused their trek as residents stopped in their tracks, which Reger said was due to Landru summoning the body. Spock made sure he had Jim’s eye to jolt out two fingers twice, one hand by his forehead and the other in front of him, conveying [Telepathy]. The others of the street were being controlled to pick up miscellaneous objects scattered on the pavement where they were stood. Captain Kirk called for phasers on stun, pointing to the setting so Spock got the message quickly. Reger took them galloping around the corner only to start to be cornered. Nothing could warn the unwilling participants so most ended up stunned by a wide field. They were able to clear the nearest alleyway, discovering Lt. O’Neil for the first time in days, carrying him along despite the risks.

Reger’s new shelter was constructed of large blocks of stone, similar to limestone from Earth, and was tucked away behind a heavy, somehow movable stone door. Behind a wood bunk bed frame was one of the nestled nooks in the wall, from which Reger revealed a light panel draped with a cloth. Spock signed [Amazing] to no one in particular as Kirk questioned the age, to which he was answered with a speculation of possibly six-thousand years. Spock held his hands as square corners and raised them up before holding a hand still, pointing the other hand’s middle finger to the side of it [Advanced technology]. He was beginning to sign about inconsistency but Jim stopped him halfway through.

The security officers were sent to watch the door as Kirk strolled by McCoy, who was in the middle of fashioning a hypo. Spock was taking tricorder readings and Jim signed to ask what he was seeing. There was apparently strong energy readings in all directions and Bones mentioned on an almost off-comment that O’Neil was coming to. Reger was concerned by this as O’Neil had already been absorbed and would prove a problem when he came around. Spock saw the taut lines on his face expressing the worry but did not understand it so Kirk translated why there would be an issue and that Reger was among them and others resisting Landru. As he was behind Reger, Spock pointed to him to signify he was asking the following question to him specifically, which was how they were organized. Kirk was the middle ground, verbalizing it, and relaying the system of threes and who made it up.

McCoy was still doing his business with O’Neill, telling Jim that a decision needed to be made in regards to him. Due to Reger’s insistence, he ordered another hypo to keep O’Neill off his feet and led Reger to the nearby table for further questioning. Questions about the survival of the underground network, who the Archons actually were, and of if the Archons were of a starship. With the last one, he made a connection and looked to Spock, asking about the strength of the power readings. And, yes, they were enough to destroy a starship. More realizations flooded in and he hailed the Enterprise.

Scotty was at Uhura’s side when they picked up the signal and warned the captain that the ship was under attack by some sort of heat rays. The shields were up but were draining all of their power. Kirk asked about their orbit, which happened to be in descension. The connection broke after Jim told him to keep the shield up and attempt to maintain orbit. He defeatedly put it down, tinkering a bit, when Spock lightly grabbed for his wrist, hand immediately retreating when the focus was caught to full-handedly tap his shoulder twice [Captain…]. He showed Jim the new readings, signifying they were being probed in a particular direction. Reger wailed that it was Landru and together, Spock and Jim recognized the power could not be blocked.

Then, just then, an apparition began to appear, forming an older man with a poof of grey hair, dressed in a black tunic layered under a blue robe and gold-bronze shoulder wrap, image showing at almost half opacity. He introduced himself as Landru and Spock made to point out it was nothing more than a projection. Jim agreed but mentioned, to himself at least, there was no apparatus before slipping into his confrontational mode. Landru spoke of so-called ancient evils that had been expelled and positives that he seeked. It felt like it was merely a recording by the way he did not directly answer Kirk’s questions or statements. Unsurprisingly, it continued on, threatening absorption and its supposed outcomes.

Then, there was the piercing ringing that could not be ignored. The security officers were the first to start buckling and seemed the most affected, almost everyone else following shortly after. It took Spock the longest to be affected as he lacked the ability to hear the ringing at all, sparing him a few moments to look upwards. But, then he joined the rest as the pain was seeded into his head and flourished, eventually causing him to fall on his back onto the table.

Whatever had just happened to them was certainly no good.

Jim was the first to awaken. He and Spock had been placed on other side of one of the wall’s couplings, Lindstrom and Leslie in one of the others. He took notice that his phaser and communicator were now off his person. It was also obvious that their holding area was new, based on the position of the door. Unfortunately, he could not find a niche and there appeared to be no other exit.

Frustrated, he circled back around and gently woke Spock, who was startled awake, as normal. However, he still stirred and began to stand as Kirk woke the other officers. After processing the surroundings, he came to where Kirk had looped around and fingerspelled ‘McCoy’, inquiring on his whereabouts. Jim huffed and held his hand open for a second before pulling it more froward and closing its fingers; he then finger spelt O’Neil and brought his fists near his chest, ending up flattened and facing out, then waving a hand slightly, its pinky and thumb out. [Gone; O-N-E-I-L, guard, too]. He was met with flat palms circling for two revolutions that became a thumb up and index finger pointing out, other index touching the thumb then extended finger, ending as a hand closing briefly over a palm and moving as up to pick up then drop something [Here, then removed]. Jim mimicked the motion for [Here] but held an inquisitive face during it. Two fingers held out and raised up, followed by fists pushing out twice, then an open palm waving a circle over a closed fist [High-security area]. He then lazily put his hands at his hips momentarily to see if Jim still had his weapons, which was a no. Spock turned on his heel after Jim turned on his to see Lindstrom awake with a pounding headache.

He could only hypothesize they had been subjected to hypersonic waves, given off at a rate just under lethal. It would explain the head pain and sudden loss of consciousness. When Jim mentioned the lawgivers and not being able to adapt, Spock was quick to shut him down, bringing up that it could not be depended upon. Well, he sped the last bit out quickly as he was working towards feeling one of the archways and composing his thought on the comparison between the lawgivers’ reaction and a computer with insufficient data. They quietly conversed out of Lindstrom or Leslie’s eye about the probability of the law-keepers being human or computer, until the door began to shift.

From behind it came two lawgivers, one of their officers, and McCoy. However, Bones’s usual accent was even more enriched and felt as though he was coming straight out of Georgia just now. Even his southern manners returned. Though, he appeared spaced out as it were and almost perfectly a blank slate. Kirk couldn’t manage to break it and it appeared landru was packed too tightly around the peach he called a brain. Spock very minorly signed [Like S-U-L-U], as Jim had a day or two before, from directly behind Kirk. This revitalized Leonard was much too content with what happened to him and the kindness of Landru. Too peculiar and odd for comfort.

Jim gave out and more lawgivers were not far behind that motion. They asked for him personally, meeting a harsh ‘no’ for an answer, and retaliated with threatening death. Spock could read the tinge of worry sweeping over him and advise it best to actually go. Jim grumbled and gave in, saying to work on bringing back Bones. But, unexpectedly, he took one of Spock’s hands and squeezed it just before he left. Spock had to hold back on letting his cheeks flush; it had been a good day and a half since they allowed their little touches and grasps of comfort.

He had to bite back on a disgruntled noise when he went to ask McCoy what was too happen to Jim and he seemed to understand Universal Sign Language even less than usual. He shook his head when he had enough with trying it, however, he could not let himself be overwhelmed right now; Jim was going to need him to stay level-headed and stoic. He thought back to the touching of their skin minutes before and it had a calming effect. Something about it gave him illogical hope that Jim would be alright.

Jim was unhappy, to say the least, about be pinned to the wall, about to be sucked into whatever shithole every other person on this planet had been thrown to. And he certainly wasn’t happy at the sight of this yellow robed ditz who showed up to take his shift.

Outside, Spock had been feeling at McCoy’s face, attempting a meld to break the trance. There was a bit of a communication barrier but the others understood when he shook his head to signify nothing was working. Lindstrom was understandably infuriated with the situation as a whole but whatever remarks he was about to make absentmindedly, would not be helpful other than to indulge in his distress. They had both come to the archway nearest them when more lawgivers appeared. Spock was the most presently forward and had a staff pointed at him. That ordering giver was speaking, which he could not discern, but the pointing was self explanatory enough. He came without a fight, unlike his counterpart before him, and allowed himself to be led to a room with an interesting choice of patterning.

On the way in, he was met with a dazed Kirk, fresh off the mind control wall. The grin painted on his face was almost uncharacteristic and his greeting gesture too fluid to feel entirely genuine. There wasn’t even an effort to convert his kind offerings to USL, which was admittedly emotion-evoking. There was a miniature pool of dread beginning in the bottom of his stomach as Kirk saw himself out.

Spock, again, made no threatening moves as he stepped the platform to lay flat against the wall. He let his hands down with ease yet he was still faced with two staffs in his face. He would have rolled his eyes if he were more than half human and sighed with relief as they left.

The man of the yellow robes was fidgeting with dials and sliders, Spock watching the lighting playing out above his head. Their gazes finally met and the man in robes began to introduce himself and explain the situation in USL, most likely having heard the need for it from Jim before him, had he truly not be brainwashed. There was the flicker of hope sparking again.

Marplon released him and Spock made sure to solidify that the captain had gone unharmed. It may have been an important detail elsewhere, but Spock was not particularly interested in that Marplon was the third of Reger’s triad, too invested in other such questions he had. Even if there wouldn’t have been anything said verbally, Marplon still feared Landru would be peering in if he answered the questions and thus, hurried the Vulcan along after returning the stolen phasers. It was quite difficult to ‘act as the captain had before him’ since he was not entirely sure of the common words thrown among Landru’s following, so he took up gentle nodding and placing a hand where his heart would have been if he were human.

He held it there the entire walk back, not entirely sure why. Upon his arrival, he noticed Jim was in the same crux and gave the Vulcan version of a ‘I know you’re faking’ stare until Jim gave up the act and signed, asking if he was alright, face trying not to contort with worry. McCoy was quick to stand and the common gesture hand was replaced. They spoke for a good minute, in raveled tongues Spock did not and would not understand, going along with the gesture part way through anyway. As Kirk turned him and Lindstrom away, he offered the closest thing to a disgusted look his heritage would allow.

With the semblance of privacy, Jim asked about the theory Spock mentioned he had been working on; the society lacked a soul and Landru was not a being in the sense that humans were inclined to believe. There was a ghost of two smiles when they realized their brains were working on the same wavelength, no matter if they were brushing fingers or not: Landru’s plug needed pulling.

Though on the same page, Spock still naturally had to remind him of their prime directive but Jim countered with mentioning this wasn’t a living and thriving culture the were talking about. Just as he finished that sentence, Marplon and Reger began to sweep through the one entrance. McCoy was quick to greet them, in a passive and peaceful manner. They replied graciously before stepping through to return confiscated communicators. Jim did not shy away from bringing up more information on Landru being needed and that Marplon himself had asked of their help, with it returning that they’d need his help as well. Spock’s tap to his shoulder was like a jolt, pointing out the now agitated McCoy.

One moment, he was shouting his head off with nonsensical verbals about the body and the next, he was attempting to choke Jim and called others to take action. Spock had to throw a man down, for gods’ sakes. Once Jim set Bones down, he motioned Spock to take the side opposite him on the archway’s backside to defend against coming lawgivers together. They brought them down swiftly and made haste to collect the robes, too fast to have Kirk make a sly comment on Spock’s used methodology.

Jim didn’t waste a second to ask where Landru was housed, Reger and Marplon suddenly turning inward with fear. However, he managed to get out of them that the Hall of Audiences, where he was held, was in the same building. He turned to Spock with half curled index fingers, pulling one hand through the air above the other, then hand spelt Enterprise [Call E-N-T-E-R-P-R-I-S-E]. He made one last displeased comment towards the cowering men before him just as Spock hailed the ship.

The attempt was successful but Scotty’s news was far from good. Six more hours until full decay. The heat beams were proving to be more of a challenge than first thought. Kirk was listening the entire time and got across his own message about standing by. His next order of business was putting a guard on Sulu, despite his seemingly calm and poised nature. He didn’t have the time to micromanage the ship since he was already fairly occupied down there.

Spock handed him a phaser and with that, he finally started getting answers out of their underground confidants. Landru had wrought actual peace and tranquility during a period of war, living on to see and hear everything. That was the most he got out of him voluntarily. He asked once more for the pair to take them to Landru, in which Reger submitted to hysteria and landed himself into getting nerve pinched to settle down.

Marplon alone brought Jim and Spock to the Hall of Audiences. He hesitantly opened the doors at Kirk’s request to let them stroll in. The brown robes were stripped before Jim took to his usual way of being loud and confrontational, Spock left to guess what he was spouting to withdraw Landru. A familiar apparition then formed and spoke of them as invaders and ‘an infection to the body’, requiring annihilation. Jim went to reason with it when Spock reminded him it was merely a projection. A light bulb struck and Kirk had them pull their phasers to blast through the wall separating the computers from the main room.

The computer apparatus was blocky and decorated with blinking lights, no doubt signalling it was functioning properly. They shared an understanding look and began to stride forward, Spock making a remark by barely lacing his fingers and shaking the connected hands [Machine]. Jim simply nodded and pointed his phaser, Spock following after, to simultaneously ‘pull the plug’. The computer -- Landru -- decided to be a cheeky little shit and neutralize their weapons, forcefully solidifying that it was Landru and everything that once made him up.

Annoying as it was, Jim used it as backfire. The feeding of contradictory data did its job by forcing the computer to slowly die for a moment. The part that mattered of its next statement was the good of the body. That’s what the most important thing to it was.

Boldy, Jim turned the statement to ask what the good actually was, waiting for the explanation to then pit it against the machine that it was the harmful being. The insufficient data method started by asking how individuals were done justice and dealt with. Spock then had a directed question on whether it was aiding or destroying which Jim translated for him. The answer of being out of program came seconds before lawgivers trotted in, seeking guidance. They were not threat as they had nothing to guide them, therefore leaving the interrogation to proceed.

Creativity was vital to the health of the body, but the lack thereof due to Landru withholding it was killing the body. Good had to be made and the prime directive was to cast out evil; in this case, the digital conscious of Landru happened to be the evil it was working to fight. Jim kept repeating the statement as sparks flew and smoke began to rise, signifying the computer destroying itself from the inside by way of processing this data. As it was near the end of its burnout, Jim began a triumphant smile, stepping into the area to inspect the outcome. He advised Marplon on discarding the tacky yellow robe and seeing to finding a new job just before hailing the Enterprise.

It was successful and the ship was now out of danger, Mr. Sulu back to his usual self and coming to take his seat at the helm once again. The glorious grin returned and he told Spock they should go check up on the others to ensure quality states of minds before beaming up. During this investigation, Lindstrom decided to stay behind with experts to rebuild the culture and discover its potential. Kirk accepted this and continued to eye the rest of the party.

Back aboard, he reclaimed his command chair as Spock turned to him, shakings his hands and ending in ‘OK’ signs [Marvelous]. Jim quirked an eyebrow to signal him to specify. Both thumbs and pinkies out, touching and turning at the thumbs, then a thumb up to tap his shoulder and land the side of the hand on his bicep [The engineering, the authority]. Jim’s response was pointed index fingers that briefly touching before going out, one of them then being used to draw an air loop, and a mimic of barely laced fingers, all together being [But only machine]. There had been no compassion, no heart, and no spirit. Spock agreed and expressed his preference for concrete and physical traits.

Jim wore a tender smile as he teased that Spock would make a splendid computer. Spock took it as a compliment, thanking him with the ghost of a smirk on his lips. He would have went for grasping Jim’s hand to give it a gentle squeeze hand it not hand to press the button to receive a comm line to his chair. It was Lindstrom checking in and putting his goodbyes in order before the ship entirely left orbit. He signed the minor report to Spock who could only raise his brows in amazement to the true human nature down there. He let out a half-sigh before remarking on the naturally human seek for the type of paradise that had been present on the planet. Jim could only call it lucky that they hadn’t succeeded in achieving it.

He held a tender look, Spock offering an agreeable one, and they met in the middle as far as reaching to intertwine their hands on the console.

#pant talks #ficlet #deaf spock au #the return of the archons #tl;dr #i'm questioning whether to start posting my deaf spock stuff to ao3 now #or wait till i write city on the edge of forever #idk

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mycasandstarrs · 6 years ago

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SPN 8x11: “LARP and the Real Girl”

THEN: Charlie Bradbury. Things with Sam and Amelia officially end. Things between Dean and Benny officially end. The brothers choose each other.

The tree of pain thing.

RIP first victim. Drawn and quartered.

“China Grove” by the Doobie Brothers.

Ah, it’s been weeks.

“I know what you gave up wasn't easy.” What you gave up wasn’t easy either, Dean.

Garth! Sending them another case.

“Yeah, you’ve been Garthed.” hahaha

“Okay, we got to lose the GPS on our phones, because Garth has been tracking us, and other hunters, apparently, to assign cases.”

That’s what Bobby would do. Dean even said so.

Special Agents Taggart and Rosewood.

“FBI? You guys are quick. Haven't even got the body out yet.”

“Well, the FBI is all work…no play.”

Huh, is Dean going off of Sam’s recent attitude?

“Uh, neighbor downstairs said she got woke up in the middle of the night by the sound of horses stomping their feet and galloping. We didn't find any hoof prints. She probably heard a TV or was having a bad dream or she was high as balls.” I love this Sheriff.

haha

Lance Jacobsen.

“We want to know about the, uh – the texts you sent Ed last night.”

“I told them when they brought me in those texts weren't from me.”

“Well, your phone and Ed's phone say otherwise.”

“No, I mean, they were from me, but they weren't from me me.”

That cleared it up.

Greyfox the Mystic (Lance), Thargim the Mystical (Ed), and Moondoor.

“Oh, ye Gods! Thargrim the Difficult has fallen!” He is not taking Ed’s death well.

"Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's largest LARPing game."

“And I thought we needed to get out more.”

Technically, they are getting out.

Dean’s right, Moondoor does look awesome.

There’s our Queen of Moons.

The tree.

OH JESUS WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HIM

RIP Lance Jacobsen. Greyfox the Mystic has fallen.

“God forbid he was contagious. I'm gonna go dip myself in hand sanitizer.” Not a bad idea at all.

Moondoor looks amazing.

“Excuse me. Hi. Uh, you are a LARPer, yeah?”

“I prefer the term ‘interactive literaturist’.”

“These aren’t fake badges.”

“Uh, yeah, they are, and they're...very good, but, um, well, the I.D. number shifted to 10 digits with, uh, two letters mixed in at the end of the year, and, uh, the seal's from last month. Really good work.”

Ha, exposed. I’m sure they stopped by Kinko’s after this.

The shot of Charlie taking off her helmet always makes my heart flutter.

Charlie is pissed.

“No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly-up, and I figure, ‘Hey, it's all good,’ and I was fine. I got my life back. Now you're here, and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I – some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet? You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken... or dying.”

“Greyfox and Thargrim – uh, Ed and Lance – they're not missing. They're dead.”

Charlie’s army has had a string of bad luck. “ A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?”

“You know, if you, uh... move your archers back and your broadswordsmen to the west...”

“Huh. Fight the warriors.”

“Yep.”

“My point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life.” Oof, never noticed Dean telling Sam that it’s usually Sam’s thing to want people to have a safe, normal life.

“Hey, I am right here, and I want to leave.”

“Thank you.”

“But the queen...she has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying. That can't happen on my watch. And you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I'm gonna stay and fight for it.”

I love you, Charlie.

Dean and Charlie: “The pornstar?”

“...the poison.”

LMAO

DEAN’S SO EXCITED TO LARP!

“Beware: this is a gateway to the future.”

Maria...aka Gholandria the Wicked.

You look so good Dean!

“You sent Sam a phantom text from his ex? Dick move, sir.”

“Yeah, not my finest hour.”

“So he found some normalcy with this chick, and now it's gone... again. Thanks to you.”

Uh, Sam did choose to not stay with Amelia.

“Yeah, well, now he's more committed than ever, so there's that. But, trust me, this life – you can't afford attachments. You just got to... let go.”

“Are we still talking about Sam, or did you break up with someone, too?”

Charlie kknneewww.

“Now, wait a second. If it wasn't for you, we would have never been able to take down Dick Roman. Out there in the real world, you are a hero.”

What a sweet interaction between Charlie and Dean.

“I'm noticing a lot of these maidens checking you out.”

“What? I can’t shut this down. It’s good to be queen.”

I mean it, Charlie is self esteem goals.

Sam’s got himself a research partner.

“I haven't seen anything like it in my travels throughout the realms, your highness.”

“All right. Well, if you think of anything, come see me in my tent. Anytime.”

OOHHH CHARLIE’S PICKING UP CHICKS. GET IT!!

The Tree of Pain.

Dean even threatens people with fake weapons.

“First time for everything, right?”

“First time for a lot of things if you want to come find my tent later.”

OH, Sam got himself a date.

“Another time.” Awww no.

Your loss.” I’d say so too.

Charlie’s sent back to safety to find Sam.

“Lead the way to the Orcs, Bolty.”

“Speak when spoken to, handmaiden.”

Uh, r u d e.

Oh boy. Charlie’s been taken.

“Our, uh, pal Boltar the chatty is getting the, uh, Shadow Orc prisoner. We're gonna do a little prisoner exchange, try to draw the king out of hiding. It was my idea.” No it wasn’t, omg.

“I’m just an I.T girl...standing in front of a monster...asking it not to kill her.”

“I just want my old life back!”

“That is all I want, as well.”

Ooh, pretty fairy.

“Now, before we exchange, a few announcements. Um, there is a peewee-league soccer playoff game tomorrow on the alpha field. We don't want to freak out the mundanes, so we got to move the Battle of Kingdoms to the beta field.” pfft.

“All right. I need real answers. This here is a real gun, see?” Dean, please.

Sam barely flinched, haha.

“Is the queen really in danger?”

“Okay, we got – there was something odd down by the creek. It's this weird tent. It's not one of ours. It's kind of creepy.”

“Why are you being so helpful all of a sudden?”

“Look, I harbor an epic crush on the queen. Maybe you could put in a good word for me when you find her.”

Yeah, that ain’t gonna work out.

“My name is Gilda. I'm from the Hollow Forest of Arkhmoor. I'm a fairy.”

“Man, someone is taking this game way too seriously.” Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened.

“Gilda, my name is Charlie Bradbury, and I am here to rescue you.” Hmm, swoon.

“Why don't you take off, Bolty? We got it from here.”

“A handmaiden and a time traveler rescue the queen? I think not, kind lady.”

Screw off, dude.

Get it!!!!

Boltar. You evil little bastard.

“Well, now what, Gerry?“

“My name is Boltar the Furious!”

Oh, he’s furious all right.

“My plan was, after getting rid of all of my competition, to win the battle tomorrow, convincing the queen that I should be her king.” EW COME ON.

“But then you two idiots showed up, and I was forced to improvise. Rescue the damsel in distress from Orcs, become king, kill you both – that'll work, too.” Oh yeah, kill her friends. That’ll make her like you.

Charlie destroys the book, Horcrux style.

WHAT A MOVE.

“I'm free of the spell. You saved me. The Hollow Forest is forever in your debt. I must return to those green hills now. I will take my former master with me. He must face a fairy tribunal for his sins.”

So he gets to go to Fairy jail?

“Call me...maybe?”

“Smell you later, bitches.”

“So, what's, uh... what's next? 'Cause no fun, right? Look, before you say anything, I – I – I get it. No amount of fun is gonna help you get over what you gave up. You just, uh... you need time, right?” AWW Dean.

“Yeah. Thanks. And you're right. Having fun won't help me. It'll help both of us. Shall we?” AWWW SAM.

WOW DEAN REALLY WENT ALL OUT

AND SAM AND HIS LITTLE PONY TAIL.

"This episode is dedicated to the men, women, elves, demigods, magi, druids and chamber pot servants who gave their lives fighting and winning for the Queen of Moons in the Battle of the Kingdoms. Go bravely into the next world, fallen soldiers."

I love this episode.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 8x11 #larp and the real girl

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