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griffin-wood · 2 years ago

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what is grief, if not love persevering?

premise: lya visiting rook's grave after a while. flashbacks and grief became evident in one. (the wayhaven chronicles).

a/n: well, I caved and wrote this to explore more about rook and lya (especially after that b3 ending) , the memories.. and the grief surrounding it, and ghad, it's a good thing that I didn't cry writing it. But, whoever you are; if you're dealing with it also; I hope you're taking care of yourself and you're doing okay. enjoy. ❤️‍🩹

cw: death mentions.

The weather today was on the scale of perfect in wayhaven, the sun shines above her yet, it isn't too hot for the day. She believes everything happens for a reason, either good or bad. But, for Lya; she tends to believe the former.

Her steps quicken at the sight of the cemetery, before she halts to a stop. The tulips in hand, as she takes out her phone. He told her to inform of her arrival, as he'll join her soon enough.

Everything is prepared, as she starts her walk through the city. Spring feels nice, as she makes her way to the local florist in wayhaven. The sight of blooming flowers of the season bring a smile to her face, but the pollen does pull out a sneeze out of her.

She walks slowly, somehow taking her time here. Something about today tells her to slow down, enjoy the sights and she did. The way the sight of the leaves caught her attention as she pass them by, the towns people with their families enjoying the spring day. It's a familiar sight of her, this has become her home for far too long, and the normalcy has been a pleasant sight as of today.

'im here.'

The text bubble immediately appear, as her lips raise into a smile.

'i'll join you soon. stay safe.'

She steps into the quiet, as her eyes laid upon the number of tombstones being side by side of one another. Her gaze falls upon an elderly man, placing flowers on top of another grave. The man looks up and meets her eyes, tipping his hat down, as she sends a smile his way.

Her steps were filled with dried leaves, and branches that interrupt her steps. Her tracks stopped at a familiar tombstone, as she kneels down below. Placing the tulips there, and dusting off the leaves over it.

"hey dad." She greeted him, as she always does. The last time she visited was two months ago, she hasn't had time for her usual monthly visits due to work, but thankfully her schedule today has cleared up.

The quiet around her, fills her lungs as flashes of memories was played in the back of her mind. The ones that she could, and try her best to remember of him. Rook. Dad, father, papa. Anything works as she smiles at the fond memories.

"I'm going to big city soon with adam, and honestly - I forgot how it is out there. I don't think I ever left wayhaven, because partly, it's home. And..." She pauses, biting her tears a little before she continues.

"it's closer to you, I never got to see you as much lately. And I'm sorry." She breaths in, and smiles.

"but, I promise we'll be back. It's only for a month, we're going to be saving people - just, like what you've always do too." She says excitedly, that's always a trait she knows she'll share with him.

Her gaze falls upon the area, it's so peaceful. So quiet for her liking, as the old man from before has maybe left for home. Her gazes fall onto the other tombstones, and her heart ache at the loss. This is the reality, nobody lives forever; even forever is just another metaphor as death is the one thing that separates it. The thought bring a sad feeling in her heart, one day she'll be under too. She'll be here too, maybe her kids will visit her if she ever decide to have them.

"and, it's also my birthday today. I treated myself to a cupcake, which I apparently baked myself. Yeah, funny thing I can finally bake now without making a mess everywhere." She chuckles at the statement too, remembering an old memory.

"Mom always doesn't let me play with the kitchen appliances, but I remember we used to do that. She wouldn't always approve, but she smiled when the flour begins to cover our faces instead of the bowls." She recalls a lil bit, and smiles.

The silence that follows feels dreadful, for someone who adores solitude. She remembers old times, maybe something about 5 years ago. The same person, yet her life was different than today. A life she never expected, and today it still changes with everything she discover. Yet, the quiet never gets easier.

She gazes around her, the empty graveyard; a familiar silence yet it breaks her heart to think about it. And as she looks back at her late father's tombstone, she felt her composure falter. The similar feeling she felt when her grandparents passed away, the hollow feeling to know they'll never come back. And the feeling she's feeling with him, with her father; an unresolved grief. All the love she did not know where to place, but she did anyway. She placed all the unresolved love, into her work, into her hobbies, into herself, even into her cupcakes, yet there's still a lot more to give.

She didn't realize, as the tears fell down; staining her vision, as she sobs quietly.

Her phone beeped once again, earning her attention once again.

'Napkins are in the left pocket.' The text from Adam brings a small smile over her face, as she takes it out. He always does pack a spare one for her, it's perfect for an emotional human like herself.

"I think; no matter how long it has been. I don't think I'll ever not cry when I step my foot here. I'll always be your emotional little Lya." She says with a weak smile on her face, and she remembers it too.

Lil Lya was wild, she's a firecracker and sweets combined in one. But, when she cries; everyone would stare wondering where did the racket came from? And Rook would come forward, pulling lil Lya in his arms; leaving the premise as he cheers her up either with more candy (shhh, we don't tell mom that!), toys, or maybe music. Whenever she cried, she always try to find him - especially when rook's at work. Rebecca's lullaby's of rook's favorite songs calm her down, as it always did.

"Don't you think she cries too much, son?" Grandma said, to Rook who's holding an crying Lya in his arms.

"Lya is allowed to cry mom, she's my little Lya. And honestly, I don't care because this is the moment where she'll come to me when she cries. I know for sure, when she's grown and wiser; she would tell cry to her friends instead. I think I'll enjoy what I can have right now mom, the sadness, the happiness, the down and ups before she enter the big girl alley where I don't think I'm no longer needed." He explains with a wistful smile, not knowing that his life, was cut short - and he never got to witness his little girl growing up into this wonderful woman.

He holds lil Lya, who's eyes are rimmed with red. The doughnut toy in her hand was held tightly, as he says, "you'll always be my little girl. I'll always here to wipe your tears away okay?" Rook wipes her tears and held her close, as Lya founds herself into a tight embrace, immediately falling asleep in her father's arms and it feels just right.

She wipes the remaining tears away, before placing the tulips down. Courtesy of the warehouse gardens, her home away from home. Nate and Farah helped her in compiling and matching the colors, which she appreciates it very much.

"Here's some flowers, from the family in the agency dad. Farah and I picked the colors, but I hope you like them." She says, her fingers tracing the tombstone. Smiling weakly, before standing up again.

The footsteps were heard pulled her attention, away; as Adam stands by the entrance. In his jacket, as he waited for her. She nods his way, and this is her cue to leave.

She takes a deep breath, before saying.

"Its time we say goodbye again, dad. I'll have to leave for the city soon, but we'll be back okay? I love you, and I miss you." Lya says, before saying her farewell to him. There's a hint of sadness fills her lungs, but it's good to come back here. And, the heaviness on her shoulder has been released, the stricken grief within her heart was cured through the little things, however; it can't be cure forever.

But, with all the love that originate from grief, becomes a motivator to move forward. To love, to live, to open up, and she's trying her best to do all of that. For the sake of herself, and her father too. She knows he would want her to continue to live; continue living despite everything.

And as she stop to meet his eyes, gentle green eyes met with her brown ones. She knows she had lived, one for the greatest adventures and she wishes, her dad was here to see her alive, and well.

Deep down, she knows; he's watching after her. Every step of the way, and that belief keeps her going every day for the rest of her life, as the man in front of her hold his arm out to her.

"ready to go?" Adam says gently, as Lya turns to face rook's gravestone once again. She smiles, before nodding taking his hand.

"as ready as I'll ever be." And then she left to the unknown, with her heart more full than ever.

THE END.

#alya writes #twc #twc: lya toriezze #twc rook #cw death #fic tag #this is one of my favs i written so far..and i hope the emotions can be felt<3 #the wayhaven chronicles #main tag behold

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radiovys · 3 years ago

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i saw a bunch of other people doing trafficsonas and since its come to my attention that cringe culture can burn ive decided to make my own lol

still on the fence about the skull and bone charm thing. idk someone give me feedback and i might change it out or remove it

this is ermine. his name isnt permanent i might change it considering its literally just polilla’s dads name. also if it isnt obvious hes based off polilla bc my current skin doesnt have much to work off of

lives in a cave in the middle of the tundra because its ‘easier to defend’, which is codeword for ‘who the hell would put effort into building a house when you got a house built by mother nature herself right here’

literal menace. finds joy in blowing up peoples houses despite the current life hes on. also disappeared for the entire first session just to breed an entire army of dogs for the sole reason of He Could

depending on his life, his pupil color and sword gem changes color, while the badges on his sash crack and stop glowing. theres also moths on the back of his shawl that change color, and starting from green life as he loses lives he also loses moths, until hes only left with a big red moth on his last life [queue laugh track]

the beads are random colors but the ones on his dogs do correlate to the life theyre on- btw if your wondering why the heart colors are weird its bc i just color picked from his outfit and just turn the saturation and brightness up, hence why green is yellow and yellow is orange

i am planning* [*see : rotating it in my mind] on making a traffic hc post about how the players make their clothes, but the basics is they spawn in with their clothes from other servers, but as their clothes get torn up from classic scuffles such as Dying, they have to make new clothes with what they have to work with, for example: wool, leather, string, cotton / hemp / other plant-based materials, furs, etc.

as for ermine, he spawns in with his base clothes [sweater, pants, and boots] and has to make the rest of his clothes with various leathers and fur. and for the select few of you asking where he got the polar bear parts: um uh uhm,,, i personally believe that the map he plays in is alot bigger and encompasses more biomes, including cold biomes such as his tundra and also frozen oceans.

its kinda like a uhc game in a way if you think about it, with a bigger but still enclosed map, and the border slowly closes in each session until all the players are forced into the middle and ok i need to just make a proper post for this stuff Moving on

the dog breeding deal kinda backfires on him when he dies to a skeleton while farming bones [he just like me fr [bc he is]]

after that he kinda begins to realize ‘damn. im gonna die’ and starts wearing the mask more, kinda as a threat, bc we all know characters with masks are more mysterious and therefor dangerous. except for him bc he runs at the sight of any conflict as he is absolute ASS at fighting. hence the blowing everything up part

when he dies again his were-aspect starts to show itself in places like him growing wolf and dragon parts and scales and fur showing up on his face and limbs. its kinda annoying but he supposes its useful considering it also comes with heightened senses + partial night vision

and now red life. This is when it all goes downhill for everyone including him

like all stereotypical weres, he loses the majority of his sense of humanity and just starts going literally, as the cool kids say, off the shits- he doesnt hesitate to attack everyone and anyone, even if it risks him getting killed in the process. there is no stops for this man, someone is going to die and it doesnt matter who

yes he still has his dogs, at least the ones that remain, though at this point hes less a commander and more one of them, attacking in one big pack of fluffy piranhas

dubbed ‘the bloodhound’, he attacks mainly under the cover of dark, be it at night or in dark places like caves. just like his namesake, once he gets a scent on his next victim, he will track them down to the ends of time until they finally turn and fight back

the name ‘bloodhound’ comes from the concept of werewolves shifting during the full moon, the inherent violence of red lifes, the fact that hes literally a dog, bloodmoons, his red circle markings, etc. etc. tl;dr its cool

#if anythings spelt wrong sorry i dont care lol #trafficsona #trafficblr #digital art #artists on tumblr #illustration #:0

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eponatheestallion · 10 months ago

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adding on this bc trauma twins my beloved 🤸🏾‍♀️also this is a LONG one this rant kinda got away from me teehee

the thing about wild and lost is that yes they are the same person but in terms of life experiences they are completely different bc of the whole memory situation.

both of them share that feeling of "im a failure and everyone i love is gone" but while wild remembers the champions, king rhoam, etc, lost remembers everyone. the soldiers, the villagers in pre-calamity hateno, etc. while he may not be able to put a name to every face, he still remembers the faces.

so while both them are dealing with the fact they lost a Lot of their lives pre-calamity only lost is able Full-Scale of everything that's well. lost. that wild just can't due to his amnesia (not to say he doesnt understand at all. its just Different.)

theres also the fact lost is able to remember trauma that has nothing/very little to do with the calamity and the events of that. miphas diary literally tells us its botw canon that wild/lost was an exceptional swordsman at the age of four. then creating a champion tells us he was either twevle or thirteen when he picked up the master sword. and those two facts have been something kholby and i have been discussing a Lot with this au bc of the trauma that would result in having that responsibility and training pushed on a person so young.

so addition to calamity-induced trauma, lost is also dealing with the trauma from basically being a child soldier. kholby talked about this in a previous ask i believe, but lost's lack of identity is a HUGE part of his character and is what makes him most separate from wild besides the lack of amnesia.

wild was able to wake up after a 100 years and slowly remember his past while also figuring out his identity in this new era and lost just. didn't. he's still the hero from 100 years ago, he didn't change. all that changed about him was that he has a new set of trauma sitting on top of his already existing trauma.

like lost's lack of identity is a topic that needs like. multiple posts from me and kholby. its SUCH a big part of who he is and i cant sum it up in a few paragraphs bc theres just. So Much to cover (but i can sum it up pretty alright in a fanfic hahahaha shameless plug link here)

and thats not even getting into the totk swap aspect of this au bc uh. thats ANOTHER part where lost and wild diverge and it has Consequences for lost is the best way i can put it. like. 90% of lost's Positive character development happens post-totk for a reason. its just that pre-totk lost also has a lot of shit to work through that can also be explored.

anyways theres. so much more to talk abt with lost and wild and the differences and similarities between them but tldr: wild and lost are a "the grass is greener from the other side" situation but from lost's pov the grass is Indeed greener but from wild's pov the grass is on fire. trauma twins my beloved.

What head-canons do you have for wild that apply to lost?

im gonna be so fr the trauma twins (lost and wild) are complete opposites even though they stem from the same thing so the number of things that apply to both is surprisingly low!! 1. neither are particularly gender conforming (just wild is a lot more aware of it than lost. lost'll figure it out eventually though) 2. mommas boys through and through. malon, sonia, their actual mother, all of the above 3. they are like a soup of various magic (though the intensity n shit varies between them) even though theyre technically the same person they couldnt be more different

#lu lost #lost hero au #u might notice i kinda went on a tangent at the end but thats just bc trauma twins drive me insane i love them #also ignore any typos its 10pm

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the-phantom-ender · 4 years ago

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Hybrid SMP Headcanons

bc i said so.

Phantbur

(as someone whos persona is half phantom, i feel obligated to include some stuff about phantasme here)

- The more well rested people around him are, the more tired he gets - Enjoys causing havoc and will actively run around, appearing and disappearing to shock people - He has a membrane that really really hurts if you tug on it. Do not tug on it. You will just hear him whimper and it will make you sad. - Wings!! They don’t do much, he can’t actively fly, but they’re cool!! - Hides out with Niki during the day because he burns in the sun! They bond. - He brings Niki trinkets, which she collects- Little Mermaid style.

Ranboo

(enderboy gets no word play because hes always enderboy)

- This man is TALL. Like he looms over literally everyone else. - Hides his face when in large groups of people. Does it as casually as possible. - Impulsively teleports a random direction when he panics. - Has maybe a little too much wood from standing under trees when it rains - On top of being hurt by water, he’s very hydrophobic! - Despite that: he will be able to interact with Niki if he has to fight the laws of nature themselves. - Enderman noises are constant. He makes them when shocked, when excited, when happy, when content. Slips into Ender very easily.

Mer Niki

(i couldnt think of anything clever)

- See Little Mermaid trinket collecting in Wilburs section - Swims around and collects whatever people discard in the water - Very determined to figure out how to get to the Nether (she wants to visit Jack’s home!!!) - Really is just a mermaid. - Easier to understand underwater than above water as her voice is built for underwater speech - Bubble kisses!!!! Go look up mermaid bubble kiss and watch. She bubble kiss to show gratitude. - Sharp teeth. Why? Catch underwater prey.

Tubbox

(wow i cant believe they made tubbox a real thing)

- Has a shell. It’s like a turtle shell, you cannot take it off without seriously injuring him - His skin is covered in hard scales! Wouldn’t recommend punching him, it hurts. - Wears a scarf when walking around so he can hide his face without just... going full box mode. - Sinks like a rock in water. Just. Straight down. It scared Niki half to death the first time. - Can speak Ender! Talks to Ranboo about missing home a lot, - Barges headfirst into danger with little regard for his own safety. - Items kinda hover around him, he doesn’t need to hold them with his hands.

Philytra

(this one is a stretch im so sorry.)

- feeble old man /hj - genuinely does have to use a cane when the roof is low because of how much it weakens him - dad. assigned dad. forever, always. - Rustles his wings when overwhelmed - Sometimes just outright refuses to go places with low roofs out of spite - His armor is intricate and pretty and much more comfortable looking than heavy armor. - Wings are genuinely massive, he himself is small but his wingspan is disproportionately big. - Wacks people with his wings when they’re being stupid.

Tommy Chick-it

(i tried. i failed. i tried.)

- He’s a chicken. - Tiny baby wings, sooooo bitter that he can’t fly properly - Part of him hates being vegetarian, part of him has gotten so used to it that the idea of eating meat grosses him out. - Bird lungs. He’s got really controlled breathing that adjusts really well to the high altitudes he sleeps in. - Makes a big show of defending slowly from great heights- he says it’s his dramatic entrance every time. - Doesn’t get cold very easy, this is because of air getting colder the higher you are. - Hooked toes/talons give more traction while running and let him run faster than just about anyone in a normal footrace!

Jack Manifire

(i think this one is good, actually)

- Complains about everywhere being cold. It’s not cold. He’s just used to the Nether. - Determined to visit Niki properly. - Much like Ranboo, has probably too much wood. - Gets more hot the more emotion he’s feeling. like. any emotion. - Fire hair, Hades style, if he gets angry enough - Goes out of his way to drink poison and stuff to see people’s reactions. - Incredibly hot to the touch, fire and smoke radiate off of him a good most of the time - Can auto turn wood into charcoal. This is a blessing and a curse. - If a part of him gets wet, it gets waterlogged and cant heat up as easily for a bit. Like a scab or something.

#hybrid smp #phantoms membrane #jack manifold #tubbo #tubbo_#niki nihachu #nihachu #tommyinnit #tommy innit #wilbur soot #philza #philza minecraft #ranboo

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wolfcrunch · 4 years ago

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i feel like the retconning is just really poorly worded or making ahnohter take seem worse then it is. Like, that it currently seems like shoto was nothing but a plot advices for Deku to meet enji cause enji now completly took his place. Its somethign I personally feel conflicted abotu too? I support Enjis growth, but at the same time it came to the cost of shotos character, the war redcuing shoto from beign part of the main trio to enjis son and touys brother. So its eh, not retonned but I can't blame people be upset about this writting decision eihter? Like it isnt really bad but it alos is depending from which point of view you look at it. Not that shoto is the first that happen. its one of bnha biggest writtigns flaws, how some characters are jssut thrown out eventually, to me anyway. Still hope shoto is allowed to be mad, understanding but still mad whenever he is back. give him being his own person again. I know you will probaly disagree cause you dont like him, but anyway.

the thing is though, when i see people speak about how horikoshi has retconned the tdrk storyline, its usually not in concerns to shouto and his role - although that possibly plays a part, the biggest issue usually tends to come down to endeavor and his involvement in the story altogether. the fact that when we were introduced to him, we were to think he was nothing but an awful person and an even worse father, despite doing good at his job. some people hated him more than most, proceeded to create headcanons and then... didn’t want to admit those were wrong, when horikoshi began to give more insight to endeavor’s character itself and actually show him trying to change and trying to atone, rather than keeping his character stagnant and one-dimensional. rather than just keeping him as the trope-filled, shitty father that a lot of media tend to have.

and because it was endeavor’s character type of all things getting attention, and nuance, and being fleshed out and shown to be more complex than originally thought, and in turn fleshing out the other members of the family and making everyone more complex than we gave credit for. people didn’t like that.

as a matter of fact i personally havent seen as many people be too upset about shouto in comparison, although thats maybe because it either doesnt go into the tag or i dont check the tag often enough. i dont think the issue is that his character is thrown out - although his character has less of a presence compared to izuku and even bkg - but rather the subplot of the tdrk family isnt just from his viewpoint anymore, and he sort of has to share spotlight with everyone else as a whole, at least for now. i think thats why i dont like him as much in comparison to izuku or bkg or even endeavor himself, because shouto doesn’t essentially stand out on his own. he’s had his moments during the tdrk-important arcs (pro hero, endeavor agency, even a bit during plw) but its always been very... i suppose its more subtle than what we see from endeavor, or even dabi, who both have different views and different reactions to the same situation.

its essentially how i see deku’s character progression up to this point - its subtle to a point where its hard to really see it among other things that are more apparent and out there (for example, the character arcs for both bkg and endeavor). shouto’s involvement and growing into himself is progressing more slowly compared to bkg or endeavor, since given the rather brash and harsh first impressions, its a lot easier to tell when they’re truly more reflective when it comes to their previous actions.

but i do hope that he’ll get something whenever we cut back to ua - which tbh i dont think will be for another month or two at least. with deku out of the picture (for now) and endeavor at the very least out there taking villains down, without his son in tow, it’ll give shouto a chance away from two very big characters (deku + endv) involved in his own arc. kind of like how izuku is now outside of ua and away from some important people part of his arc, i could see a very similar character growth to come from shouto if he becomes more reflective on everything once we next see him. and ofc, on a bit of a lesser scale seeing as not being mc means he’s bound to have a little less screentime in comparison.

shouto being mad despite being understanding of the situation is something im kinda 50/50 on tbh, i could see it genuinely going either way for his character. although my first thought is to think he wont be as mad as people are beginning to believe, it really depends on how he is when we next see him at ua - we haven’t seen him yet to build up tension and suspense, much like how we haven’t seen bkg, so i’ll hold any final judgments or guesses until we actually get a look and a feel for how he’s feeling himself.

#bnha spoilers #asks #anonymous

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a-libra-writes · 5 years ago

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A Dragon’s Fire - Daenerys x Red Priestess!Reader

heyo! this was requested by an anon who originally wanted an assassin w fire magic, and i compromised w a red priestess who was an assassin but decided not to hurt dany (bc that seems neat!) but ive been in the shit this week so ... i wrote something fluffy instead. I know, im a big fail, lol. I hope yall enjoy it anyway

Summary: Dany has a big gay crush. That’s it, that’s the fic

“Is she everything you hoped for?”

Y/N did not answer the man behind her. She focused on the flames in front of her, dancing in the brazier into familiar shapes. She had seen them for many years. It’s why she was chosen by the priests, and since the red comet fell from the sky, they whispered if she listened close. Here, in the dragon queen’s palace, she could hear the fire inside the dragons.

The bear knight’s metal armor and annoyed tone was not enough to distract her. Y/N reached her hand into the fire, it shaped into a dragon that sat in her palm. She didn’t feel the fire, but her red silk sleeve was burning.

Jorah disliked her silence, but he disliked many things about Y/N. When he first saw her fire tricks, he thought they were illusions, but the heat of them said otherwise. Then there was the first time she set upon Drogon…

He suppressed his shiver and set that memory aside. “The khaleesi wants to see you.”

Y/N closed her palm, and the dragon slivered out, flying back into the brazier. The flames glowed blue for just a fraction of a second. She waved her hand over them, and the fire smothered itself. Smoke rose out of the hot coals, but those too began to rapidly cool.

She wondered if the knight was still unsettled by her magic. Even the khaleesi had moments of awe and uneasiness, although she was fond of watching. Y/N stood, her silk robes gently scraping the marble floor. Jorah was already walking away, and she made no effort to run to catch up to him. She knew where Daenerys was.

The chambers Daenerys set aside for her council was well-lit and had an impressive, engraved table at the center of it. Its legs used to be harpies made of carved marble and ivory, but she had them removed for dragons made of onyx and rubies. Y/N liked the change, and how they glittered in the light. Perhaps she was biased - her own ruby hung around her neck, although it was far larger and smoother than any gemstone Daenerys had seen before.

The girl’s purple eyes lit up as Y/N entered the room. Y/N couldn’t help but return the sentiment, giving her khaleesi a smile. She was pleased there was no one else in the council room. “You wished to see me, khaleesi?”

“Yes. Jorah, you may leave us.”

Jorah didn’t protest, but he did shoot Y/N a look before he left the room and closed the doors. Y/N noticed there were no Unsullied in the chambers, either.

“I talked to him about what he said the other day,” Daenerys said after a moment of silence. “Ser Barristan, as well. They don’t … In the Seven Kingdoms, your sort of magic is seen as a dream. Unreal.”

“As unreal as dragons?” Y/N tilted her head, and Daenerys tried not to focus on how her hair slid across her bare shoulders. When Y/N first entered her service, she wore modest robes that covered nearly every inch of her. Since then she had adopted a more elegant, free style, at Daenerys’ subtle suggestion. She was pleased with the result.

Daenerys set her thoughts straight. “True. The reason I called you here was to locate Rhaegal. I haven’t seen him flying overhead in some time.”

“Nor have I.” Y/N touched the ruby that dangled by her collarbone. It was held with a simple gold chain, and anyone could have missed the way it seemed to flicker. It could have been a trick of the light, but Dany knew otherwise. “Would you like me to find him?”

Of course Y/N knew how to do that. She knew how to start and stop fire, how to dream about it, how to see into it. It was only logic that she could find it. She once told Daenerys that the dragons were beings of fire, swirling and living heat. She looked at them like …

… Well, not how others looked at them. It was hard to puzzle out Y/N’s expressions and thoughts. You could ask her something directly, and she’d have some sort of strange answer, or she’d just stay quiet. Daenerys could tell when Y/N was thinking something over, at least. Her pretty eyes would lower, and she’d touch that ruby - was it hot to the touch? It seemed like it - and she would be gone. Sometimes she stayed very still for hours, staring into fire, or staring into nothing.

But she’d always have an answer eventually.

Daenerys’ knights warned against Y/N’s counsel, telling her not to listen too closely to the words of a strange woman of a strange religion. Even Missandei had commented on the followers of Rhllor’s intent to convert King Robert and other places, and the strange magics they could possess. They warned her as if she did not know how to think for herself.

It upset her, but Y/N took such words in stride. She often seemed to know what others thought and said about her, and she did little to stop it. Missandei had warmed to her, Ser Barristan did not think she was any real threat, but Ser Jorah remained unconvinced and wary. Grey Worm did not like talk of magic or priests, but he had no real ill thought of Y/N, and Daario liked to ask her all sorts of ridiculous questions for his own amusement.

“I have found him, khaleesi.”

Daenerys couldn’t believe her thoughts had drifted again. Y/N often had that effect on her. “Where? Can we ride to him?”

“We could. He is in no danger, he is simply occupied with…” A soft smile came to Y/N’s red lips. “Something he has not seen before. That’s why he’s been away.”

“What could possibly interest him for that long? He’s been gone for days.”

“Shall we find out, your grace?”

Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah would warm her against this, ask her to take one of them or the Unsullied on the trip. Grey Worm would ask to escort them, Missandei would worry and send guards after them anyway. Daario would want to come along. Daenerys looked to the open, blue sky. There was still plenty of sun left.

“Let’s be quick,” She said, already giddy even if they hadn’t stepped a foot outside of the palace yet. “Missandei will keep them busy. Do you want to share my horse?”

Y/N was not an adept rider, but she still said, “That is alright, khaleesi. I can ride my own.”

Daenerys tried not to feel disappointed.

The danger outside the protective walls of Meereen was real, but Daenerys comforted herself with the fact that Drogon and Viserion often flew about these hills, and no one had seen them leave. Y/N said it would not take long, that they’d return toward the end of sunset.

Why do I keep believing her? Daenerys asked herself. She glanced aside, watching the woman reposition her reins. Her normally serene facade was broken everytime she rode a horse. She was not afraid of the creatures, but she had only recently learned to ride, and the beasts weren’t always fond of her.

“If you keep moving like that, you’ll make him nervous,” Daenerys said. “There’s no need to clutch the reins so tightly, either.”

Y/N nodded, and tried to relax her posture. Luckily, she picked an agreeable horse. Daenerys recalled the saddle sores and aches she received when she learned to ride. Her handmaidens gave her a balm to ease the pain. Maybe she could find that for Y/N.

I’ll ask someone to deliver it to her. I couldn’t give it to her myself - no, who says I can’t? But what would she think…

It was hard to tell exactly what Y/N was thinking, but sometimes she slipped, like now. Her brows were slightly furrowed as she righted her posture, and once she was satisfied with it, she kept glancing down at the ground, or at the horse’s ears. Y/N pet his soft neck, then slowly reached up to scratch between his ears. She jerked her hand back as her horse shook his head and made an annoyed sound.

“He didn’t like that,” Daenerys laughed, and it was adorable how Y/N gently laughed, too. She was usually so subdued, so quiet, so … what Daenerys used to be.

“But his ears are so cute,” Y/N went back to petting his neck, which he much preferred. “Doesn’t it make you think of a cat.”

“No, not at all.”

“Not even a little? There were some strays I’d feed at the temple. Their ears would twitch when I came by. They could smell the food in my pockets.”

Sometimes Y/N would speak of the temple she grew up in, or the other Free Cities she had travelled to, the friends she had known. Perhaps if she showed this side to the others, they would trust her more, but Daenerys was happy to have it to herself.

The grass thinned and made way for rocky hills and in the distance, orange and yellow canyons. The sun was beginning its descent, and soon the sky would match those oranges and yellows. Y/N stopped her horse.

“We can walk from here. Do you hear him?”

Daenerys stopped her own horse and listened. There was the slightest breeze, some distant bird calling, the sound of her horse’s nicker and …

She shook her head. “If he’s close, we would have heard him by now.”

Y/N dismounted with some inelegance, but she fixed her clothes and just smiled. “Maybe you will when we get closer.”

They tied the horses to one of the few trees in the dry area, and Daenerys followed Y/N’s lead.

It could be a trap. She could have men waiting there, or there could have been someone following us …

The thought was fleeting, and Daenerys fell in beside her. They both changed to more practical clothing, but Y/N still had a shimmering red cloak tied around her shoulders. As they walked, Daenerys began to hear something strange. It was faint, but as they came closer…

“Water?” She looked at Y/N.

Y/N’s sweet lips curled upward. She often smelled of smoke and spice, and Daenerys wondered if she tasted that way, too.

They came to the edge of a small canyon, which could be better described as a deep ravine. Water glistened at the bottom of it, and more importantly, the deep green scales of her dear Rhaegal. He lifted his wings high and water spilled on his back.

“What is he doing?” Daenerys asked, but she was answered just a moment later. Water spewed up from the ground in a huge geyser, all at once, and Rhaegal happily opened his mouth and snapped at it. The water fell in thick droplets all around the dragon, the ravine and the two of them.

Y/N pulled her red hood over her head. Daenerys wiped her brow. “You didn’t tell me to pack a hood.”

“Apologies, khaleesi.” Y/N giggled. She peered downward. “If we’re steady, we can walk down to him.”

Rhaegal’s long tail lazily swung back and forth in the water. He was resting, and it only submerged his arms and legs, but he was content. Daenerys noticed all the charred bones scattered around the ravine. She wondered how much was in the water. Her feet found stability, and she carefully followed a natural, steadying path downward. Y/N was just ahead, although she wasn’t as confident in her descent.

They came to a small landing and had to stop there. The rest of the way was simply too steep. Rhaegal seemed to just notice them then, and Daenerys’ heart swelled as her child lifted his head and gazed at her with his sharp eyes. They weren’t merely brown, but bronze, with all the steadiness and strength that metal held. She touched his nose and muzzle, marvelling at how much he had grown.

His eyes quickly flashed toward Y/N, and Daenerys felt his growl vibrate underneath her hand. She frowned and quickly said, “No.”

She remembered Y/N’s first encounter with Drogon. That was also the day she had taken the strange, beautiful priestess into her court.

Just like with Drogon, Y/N showed no fear. She stepped forward, but she didn’t make an attempt to touch the dragon. She lowered her hood, and Rhaegal’s long, black pupil tightened.

Daenerys felt the heat of his breath as he snorted through his nose. She tensed, forcing herself to stay calm as she repeated her order. “No.”

The geyser blew again, and Daenerys didn’t flinch. Rhaegal watched it rise in the air, then pulled away from his mother to open his jaws at the water again. His black teeth glittered in the setting sun.

Daenerys looked to Y/N. The priestess was so calm and steady, so unaffected … except Dany caught how her shoulders sagged in relief.

“He isn’t like Drogon,” Daenerys said, remembering that day. “He wouldn’t have hurt you.”

Y/N replied simply. “Drogon did not hurt me.”

Had you been any other woman, he would have killed you. Except ...

It took days for the servants to remove the char marks on the marble, and some of the melted pillars were still being repaired. Daenerys was half tempted to leave them like that, as a warning to any potential enemies, but it was unsettling to think it may have been Y/N that was burned away.

Except, she didn’t. Her red robes and long hair did, but her necklace and body remained unharmed. Daenerys and her court watched as the fire arced around her, singing away everything but skin and metal, and that ruby she never removed. Y/N looked Drogon straight in the eyes, even as they were obscured by his fire.

His temper always was the worst. She had done nothing but approach Daenerys too quickly. Jorah was the one who pulled her back behind one of the pillars, and Daenerys remembered how the heat licked her arms as it tried to reach around the marble. Daario had pulled Missandei to cover behind the other pillar.

Drogon almost never came to the palace, he always wanted to be in the sky, yet he came down on that day. And when the fire cleared and the floor was charred black except for a small circle … He stood back, and Y/N still looked at him. She only trembled slightly.

She isn’t any other woman.

The geyser blew again, and rained down upon them. The water’s heat didn’t bother her, but all the dust from the ride was stuck to her skin, and the water didn’t clean it off. She had dust in her hair, too, and probably some stray pieces of grass.

She smiled. It had been some time since she was properly dirty after a ride, and she looked forward to a perfumed bath and brushing her hair when she got back. Daenerys glanced to Y/N, who was occupied with watching Rhaegal. She also had dirt on her cheeks and neck, and some in her hair, and maybe if she wanted a bath afterward, too…

Daenerys reached forward and tried to rub some of the dirt off her cheeks. It didn’t work, but Y/N’s pretty eyes went wide. She didn’t pull away. “Khaleesi?”

Daenerys stepped forward, gently moving her palm so she had Y/N’s whole cheek. Just as she thought - as she dreamed? - the priestess’ skin was flushed and warmer than anyone she’d touched before.

“You can say my name,” Daenerys said. She tried to tease, but her beating heart and their closeness made her breath catch. She thought Y/N was wearing color on her lips, but perhaps they just always looked like that?

“Daenerys.” Y/N tried it out, and the dragon queen felt like a girl again, feeling her heart soar at hearing her name on those lips. She leaned in, bringing Y/N closer to her. Their foreheads brushed, and the warmth between them turned to heat.

A piercing roar broke through the sky, and cut straight between them. Daenerys recognized the sound at once, and it distracted her as Y/N jumped away. The woman’s cheeks were as red as her cloak.

Above them, Viserion broke through the clouds and bellowed down at his brother. The first cry was for Daenerys, and the second was probably a command for Rhaegal to move aside. The green dragon made room for his brother, and the water reached the top of the ravine as Viserion splashed straight into it. Y/N pulled Daenerys back before the muddy water could splash all over them.

Daenerys was far too overheated and flustered, and the sight of her children amusing themselves only gave her a little relief. At least Rhaegal was alright.

Y/N had pulled her hood back down, and it was a shame. At least her lips were still visible through the shadow, although looking wasn’t as good as tasting.

“We’ve been gone for a long time. Let’s ride back.” Daenerys led the way out of the ravine. Y/N said nothing until they were back to the horses, who were understandably spooked from the dragon that flew overhead not fifteen minutes ago. Y/N held her horse’s reins and tried to soothe it, and Daenerys helped, touching the priestess’ hands perhaps more than was needed.

Y/N didn’t pull away, and that gave Daenerys the courage to kiss her cheek. The soft dyed linen brushed her own cheek, and she caught a whiff of perfume.

The priestess giggled, and it was a better relief than the breeze that was slowly blowing across the hills. “Please, Daenerys. I’m covered in dust.”

“I am, too. Let’s wash up when we ride back - together?”

She caught Y/N’s bright eyes under the hood, and they sparkled as she blushed and tugged the hood further down. “Yes, that would be lovely.”

So it was decided. By the time they reached the gates of Meereen and entered the Great Pyramid, Y/N had dropped her hood and her easy, serene face had returned. She disregarded the suspicious looks, she gave an easy nod to Missandei, who returned a tentative smile. As far as anyone knew, Y/N’s mind was wrapped in her usual visions and prayers.

Until Daenerys brushed her dirty hair aside and smiled at her, then Y/N’s cheeks blushed and her eyes widened in that adorable way. She let the khaleesi take her hand, entwine their fingers, and guide her to the great baths. Y/N’s red cloak fluttered behind her, drawing attention to them. Some Unsullied guards probably saw, and surely others, but Daenerys didn’t care.

She’s like fire, and I am a dragon - how could she bring any harm to me?

#Daenerys Targaryen x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine #libra fics

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fortheloveoflizards · 5 years ago

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ive actually been a fan of wof for years now, im just not super active in the fandom and i guess id like to be? so here i am, sending u an awkward ask lol. anyways, the more i think about animus magic, the more i hate the way tui executed the concept? like theres barely any consequences or limitations. dragons can do whatever they want with it, which is bad for the plot. idk what are ur thoughts?

Hah, this isn’t awkward at all, I actually do have a lot of thoughts on animus magic, particularly how it differs in each tribe. I think giving each tribe different types of magic, as well as individual drawbacks on top of the general “you go crazy if you abuse your power”. Though I think the latter could have worked as more of a “if you use your power selfishly, it’ll turn on you” sort of situation? In my headcanons, each tribe has a type of magic they work best with, and a type of magic that puts strain on their physical form.

As the tribe closest in appearance to traditional European dragons, I like to headcanon Skywing animus magic as Weather and Element based. Stuff like creating storms and controlling wind currents is easy to imagine, but also magic pertaining to emotions, often fueled by the feelings of the animus themselves. A Skywing animus might find it easiest to use an object to better conduct magic, like a branch or, most commonly, crystals of different types. Skywing magic is what you would call “cast spells”, meaning they have no need to write or say what they wish to do, just think or “feel” it. As for drawbacks, emotional instability is kind of obvious, huh? There’s also bad weather being attracted to the animus, and parts of their body slowly turning into whatever object they used to channel their spells. As an example, using crystals in his spells might result in an animus’ scales turning into crystals themselves, whereas an animus that used a branch to direct air currents would notice her tail growing small twigs and leaves out from between her scales. The magic Skywings have most difficulty with is Herbal and Brewed magic. I feel since Skywing magic is very much based on action and emotion, it would be difficult for a Skywing animus to properly channel it in such a passive way.

Mudwing animus magic is perhaps my favourite to think about, it being what I call Herbal or Brewed magic. Mudwing animi specialize in potions and medicine, though this is more of an inherent tribe skill, their magic works best when imbued into food or drink. To continue with this technique, “power-ups” would be cool to see. Potions to give a dragon super strength or speed, or to keep their scales permanently warm so they can always breath fire. I think Mudwings would be most likely to use so called “magical ingredients” for their spells, as in the act of the animus using an ingredient makes it magic, rather than a normal dragon including it in their stew. I don’t feel there would be much room for drawbacks when it comes to Mudwing magic, so I’m gonna say there isn’t one. However, I will say Brewed magic is one of the hardest to perfect, as if a quantity of ingredient is even slightly off, disaster is imminent. Transformation magic is likely to be the hardest for a Mudwing animus to use. While Brewed magic is hard, it’s precise and a recipe can be done a hundred times for a hundred different dragons, and the effects never alter. Transformation magic is the opposite, in that the spell must be altered for every dragon, as every dragon is slightly different.

Next up is Sandwings! They lean most towards Written and Solar based magic. As you can guess, this means their magic is linked at least partially to the sun. Though they can’t control them, Sandwing animi often have very keen senses when it comes to the weather and seasonal changes. Change itself is a big thing for Sandwings, so seasonal magic is common. Sandwings also find writing spells easiest, as the spell is then precise and exactly as they need it. Sandwing riddles, told at parties or in passing as a fun conversation topic, have their roots in animus magic. Sandwing animi also enjoy the company of animal companions, usually camels or vultures; animals that can carry scrolls and items for the animus in question. The downside for Sandwing animi can be either mental or physical. They can start forgetting things, losing track of time, generally being scatterbrained, which eventually leads to them losing their entire memory. Or, their scales begin to darken, although I’m undecided on what kind of colour they would turn. Should they just turn golden or maybe more of a sunburnt orange or red. Perhaps even black. I dunno, maybe all three. Spoken and Lunar magic are the clear opposites of Written and Solar, so it’s pretty obvious why a Sandwing animus would have trouble in this area. Sandwing magic can be very picky, kind of like a sadistic genie that goes by what a wisher says, rather than what they mean. A dragon has to be very careful how they phrase a spell, which is hard for most Sandwing animi, hence their avoidance of Spoken spells.

I think my Seawing animus headcanon is the closest to being confirmed in canon, since the Seawing animi we see using their magic are usually using what I’ve called Spoken and Lunar magic. This includes regeneration(like healing of themselves and others), curses, transfiguration of objects and generally verbal commands. And for the record, “verbal commands” is usually, like the animus test the Seawings take, telling an inanimate object to do something. Lunar magic is connected to the moon and the tides, opposite to Solar magic. This can mean it gets stronger under a full moon, and gives a Seawing animus a kind of bond to the ocean the more they use Lunar magic. As with Sandwing animi, the magic that comes most natural to Seawings involves change. Changing tides, moon rotations, drifting currents and rips, all those factor into their magic’s strength, in and out of water. Seawing animi can also suffer a lowering of inhibitions, and can suffer what I call “going feral”. Theirs is the most noticeable, though this final drawback can affect all tribes. I like to think the more a Seawing animus uses their magic, the more they start to look like a deep sea creature. Brighter glowing scales, thinner scales overall(sometimes so thin you can almost see their insides, bleurgh!), elongated, thinner teeth, and increased speed of growth to their whole body. As you can probably guess, Written and Solar magic are the areas that cause the most trouble for Seawing animi. I’m not sure what else to comment here, since I feel it’s pretty straightforward, so there you go.

Rainwings! The tribe I’m most like! I feel that since the average Rainwing can change the colour of their scales regardless of magical ability, Transformation magic would be a perfect match for any animi that might exist in the tribe. Transformation magic includes form shifting of themselves and others, body hrror/torture(which differs from simple form shifting because it’s specifically supposed to cause pain) and transfiguration of objects. Transformation magic requires knowledge of how the specific dragon’s body works, moves and how their mind reacts to things. You might think the average Rainwing is too self-centered to be capable of that kind of perceptiveness, but I believe they’re more perceptive than they’re portrayed in-canon. I think the most noticeable consequence of a Rainwing animus using their magic is their scale colours “glitching”. If the Rainwing is naturally purple and green and they try to turn red and blue, areas of their scales might change slower than the rest, or not change altogether. A camouflaged Rainwing might suddenly find themselves bright pink and orange. Stuff like that. Weather magic is most difficult for a Rainwing animus, since it requires a lot of, I guess passionate emotions? Weather magic is loud and aggressive and takes a lot of power to control. It also relies heavily on being strongly connected to every emotion, and can backfire terribly on a dragon that doesn’t know how to wrangle that kind of power.

Mind and Time magic is what I’ve assigned for Nightwings! I felt it fits with their whole Mystical Infinite Powers aesthetic. Obviously, Mind magic includes mindreading and and Time magic future vision - which were most likely a gift from a Nightwing animus a long time ago. Other abilities include fate writing(a spell that can change an otherwise unchangeable future), enchanting, illusions, and changing minds/the perceptions of a dragon. This magic is actually relatively simple to perform, and one of the most used types by all animus dragons. That doesn’t make it any less powerful or dangerous, in fact it’s probably more dangerous that it’s so easy to use. Nightwings certainly haven’t been using it for the best purposes. This is the magic I think is the root cause of dragons losing their minds, since “Mind” is like one whole half of the magic. The unfortunate thing is that Nightwings are excellent bullshitters, so they at least last a while before anyone figures out something’s wrong. The side effect of using other types of magic is most notably scale discolouration, to the point that there are records of completely white, full-blood Nightwings. Since Icewings and Nightwings are Enemies For Life I figure their magics would clash just as much, out of principal. Reflective magic in particular requires the user to be self aware, to know their faults and, if only momentarily, be at peace with them. Nightwings are pretty in denial about a lot of stuff, it’s part of the culture they’ve built up.

Finally, Reflective and Defensive magic is the natural inclination of Icewings. That means shielding and barrier magic - which can be physical or psychological, insightful magic, illusions and star spells. No insightful magic is Not future vision, if you make that comparison in front of even a regular Icewing you will be murdered. The Icewing mind is typically pretty guarded already, as we see when Moon tries to read them. I like to believe that an animus a long time ago used their Gift to make it so Nightwings can’t read the tribe’s minds, or at least not easily. This would be an example of a psychological barrier spell. Star spells are tied to the stars(no duh) like Solar and Lunar magic are tied to their respective namesakes. However, as opposed to change, star spells are constant. Once one is cast, it stays forever. Almost all Icewing magic is a star spell of some kind, making other dragons very wary of an animus born from the tribe. Thankfully, the fact that Icewing magic includes that of Defense, it’s rarely used for aggressive purposes. I believe Icewing magic would backfire by crystalising within the user’s bones, making their joints stiff and their mind fuzzy. They may dissociate from the world and eventually be lost, as with Sandwings. As I said, Icewings and Nightwings are opposites in magic, though there are overlaps which serve to infuriate both tribes. Considering Nightwing animus magic supposedly came from Icewings, the former retained some of the abilities of the latter.

There you are, my thoughts on dragon magic. This turned into much more of a headcanons post than an answer, so I hope you don’t mind. Thanks so much for the ask, and I hope you find content creators that make you feel safe being active in the fandom!

#Wings of Fire #Rose Brambles #Headcanons #Dragon Biology #Animus Magic #Mudwings #Skywings #Sandwings #Seawings #Rainwings #Icewings #Nightwings #i didn't think i had thoughts but then i did oop #guess who found motivation #i have so much stuff in my drafts #sorry to all the people following me who thought i was consistent #dunno where y'all got that idea

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big1ron · 5 years ago

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~ Ghosts: A Very Self Indulgent Clone Wars Story. Part 1 of ? ~

~ Title says it all. Includes a few but not all of the clones. More Jedi centrered this time, no I don’t care if that’s not how the force works it is now. Rated E for everyone. ~

~ yes I will get back to the other story very soon don’t worry about it ~

It had been a month since umbara but it felt like way less. No matter how much time it still seemed fresh in everyone’s minds. The world the 501st and 212th had been deployed on wasn’t helping any either. It was currently dark, and foggy. And chilly. It wasn’t below zero, but it was cold.

Tup couldn’t sleep. The atmosphere reminded him far to much of umbara and it was to cold in the barracks to rest. Plus his favourite heat source had run off. The nerve. So, he paced the halls outside the barracks. The planet already had a base built, as it was republic controlled. But the battalions had been sent there in preparation for a large scale separatist attack. That didn’t help his nerves. Nor did the fact he had heard the general and the commander discussing this planets unusual force and supernatural activity. But of course, that was just stories they tell to scare young padawans.

Suddenly he felt a chill and saw some of the thick fog from outside roll into the halls. That was weird... he walked in the direction it was coming from to see what was up.

It was coming from the hangar. The hangar doors should be closed for the night, but instead they were wide open. In fact, Tup knew they were closed before. How did someone get them open alone, and so quietly? The fog was pouring in from the outside and there was a dark figure standing alone in the massive opening. Only their shadow visible against the pale grey-blue of moonlight lit fog. The hangar still had all the lights off so he couldn’t make out any details.

“H-Hey... you’re not supposed to be here!” Oh tup hated the way his voice trembled. He shouldn’t be scared here, he could take whoever it was, even without a blaster. But it felt incredibly off. Whoever that was, didn’t feel like a vod.

Whoever it was turned around and their two glowing eyes pierced through the fog and right into tup.

“D-Dogma? Is that you?” It certainly looked like Tups brother, and of what Tup could make out, had the same armour. But it felt wrong. Very wrong.

Two double bladed lightsabers folded open, cutting through the dark. A green sabre in his left hand, and blue in his right. Tup screamed loud enough to wake the whole barracks.

Whoever it was cleared the distance between them in almost no time flat, way faster than a clone should be able to move. But in the light of the sabres, Tup finally got a good look at who it was. It really was Dogma. He had been right the first time. But at the same time, it wasn’t. Everything from his body language to the bloodthirsty hatred in his eyes while his face remained close to neutral wasn’t the brother Tup knew. It was beyond unnerving. And the low whir of these specific lightsabers was familiar to him. As if he could ever forget what the traitor Krell’s own lightsabers sounded like.

Tup backed away, dodging the strikes as they fell towards him. There weren’t any openings in the attackers defences, and Tup was just in his blacks. It was all he could do not to be struck through with each blow.

“What are you doing!? What’s going on!?” Tup rolled out of the way of another attack, but by the looks of it the other trooper was done playing around with him and the next strike made contact. Tup was struck through his shoulder and down across his chest. But before the second, killing strike could be placed, a squad of five troopers entered the hangar and opened fire.

The blasts were deflected and dodged, tup was thrown against the wall with an invisible shove. The attacker dashed towards the troopers, and with a few expertly placed swings the squad was quickly dispatched. The attacker disappeared into the base as Tup’s vision faded.

“Someone’s causing quite a ruckus in the hangar right now. Im surprised you’re not awake.” Qui-gon jin was standing near obi-wans bed, obiwan was still asleep. He was on his side, facing away. Face pressed against the pillow. “You know... it’s something big this time. Your troopers are in serious danger.” Quigon didn’t really expect obiwan to get up, or respond. He never did.

“They’ll be fine. Go bother cody” obiwan mumbled into his pillow.

“No I- wait, did you just respond to me?!”

“Mmmm should i not’ve?” Obiwan rolled over and suddenly the realization hit him and he sat straight up with a jolt “WAIT MASTER QUIGON?!”

“Yes, I’ve been here the whole time. I thought you couldn’t see me! You’ve been ignoring me this entire time?!”

“No, no of course not! I just couldn’t see you until now! Wait, you said something about disaster in the hangar?” Obiwan got up and threw on his outer robes, grabbing the lightsaber on his bedside table. Quigon disappeared.

Obiwan rushed to the hangar and immediately stopped when he saw the five dead troopers near the entrance. He cursed quietly under his breath. Not quick enough. He ignited his lightsaber and sensed what he could from the room. The hangar doors were open, but he only felt one other life form in the room, and it was weak. Not whichever separatist had done this. If it had been a separatist at all. This attack was unusual. The doors left wide open but no droid force, and all these wounds were from lightsaber. He pressed a button on his comm link

“This is General Kenobi, the bass is under attack. The separatists are already inside the building, I want all squads active!”

The security system kicked on and Kenobi approached the other life form slowly. It was a trooper, attacked with a lightsaber just like the other five. This one didn’t have armour on, probably couldn’t sleep. The trooper was shaking, but it wasn’t that cold. He didn’t have much time, but still he ripped a strip of material from the bottom of his cloak to wrap the wound, and wake the trooper. As he thought, he was terrified.

“Can you tell me what you saw, trooper?” Obiwan kept his voice steady and calm.

“Krell he... Krells dead he cant... he-it’s...-“ Tup was falling over his words and Obiwan gave up on trying to get a straight answer once he realized this was an umbara trooper. He heard a distant lightsaber activate and quickly gave Tup the rest of his cloak and took off back down the hall he came.

Kenobi came face to face with anakin and ahsoka. Definitely not so he was looking for. Right? Right.

“They hit the command room. Communications still seem to be working fine, but all the trooper in there were attacked.” Anakin reported.

“Any survivors? Do you know who it is? One of your troopers is alive in the hangar but he couldn’t give me a straight answer. If we know who this is we’ll have a better chance of stopping them.”

“No survivors. But-“ all three of their comms beeped, alerting them to an occurrence in the western corridor, near the main power generator. Anakin and ahsoka took the main route while obiwan split off on a different route, to corner them.

The power cut out for a second as the knight and padawan made their way to the generator, before the backup lighting kicked on. Anakin and ahsoka could see a blue and green glow across the wall as they turned a corner, expecting to see General grievous. Instead they saw a clone, retrieving a double bladed lightsaber from a freshly stabbed brother.

“What are you doing!?” Anakin growled. His eyes told him that was one of his own men, but the force screamed danger and darkness. The clone turned to face the two Jedi, grinning at them.

The clone spoke, and it was a mixture between a clones voice and something else entirely. “You don’t know what these are, do you? Clones are weapons, created to turn on their makers. Mutiny is in their blood. I’m doing you all a favour. But I suppose you are still to naive to see that.”

“My men are completely loyal! None of them would turn against the republic. Not like you... I know who you are” Anakin was holding back, he did know who this was, but he didn’t know what, or how it was. If he struck now, it would be in fury and confusion

Ahsoka shot anakin a puzzled look, not understanding. “Master, isn’t this one of our men?” She asked quietly.

“No. This is the traitor Jedi. Pong Krell.” Anakin took a high swing, parried. Four blades left little opening in his defences. Anakin gave a slight force shove to off balance krell before striking for the middle, parried, fake mid and a high strike and- anakin is force thrown down the hall. He didn’t see the trooper’s hand even move for such an attack. Krell fled, and Ahsoka went after him. But he activated a blast door with the force and jumped through before ahsoka could.

Anakin was up and right beside ahsoka, cutting through the door. But before they could finish it sprung open again. Master Kenobi.

“We lost him!” Anakin cursed.

“Well did you see who it was?” Asked Kenobi.

“Yeah. Pong Krell. I know he was confirmed dead on umbara, but there’s no way it wasn’t him. I think he’s possessed one of my troopers or something. It’s not a mental problem with the trooper, as he could use the force. And fight in a way no trooper I know could.”

“That is... concerning to say the least. How do you suppose we stop this menace?” So the trooper on the hangar had been right. Obiwan should have believed him.

“Well he died once right? Why not kill him again?” Ahsoka chimed in.

Anakin was thinking the same thing, but he would have rather his padawan didn’t say things like that in front of his master.

“He was killed once and he came back. Clearly that didn’t work the first time. We should apprehend him and see what the council has to say about this. I think it would be wise not to kill him.” Obiwan didn’t really want to end up killing the trooper as collateral, but with the situation escalating, he might just have to.

A blast door slammed shut between Rex and his squad. Then a few more down the halls. Rex waited, blasters raised. He knew what would come next. It was no surprise to him when the blast door separating him from his group finally opened again, with his enemy standing at the ready. Four dead clones at his feet. But what was a surprise to him, was seeing that his enemy was Dogma. One of his own troopers. With the lightsabers of the traitor.

“Stand down trooper” Rex seethed. How could Dogma do this? He was so loyal! Dogma took a step forward. “Drop your weapons! Or I will be forced to shoot you!”

“Captain Rex. Is that any way to speak to an authority figure?” That didn’t sound like any clone Rex knew of. That sounded like...

“Stand. Down. Trooper.”

“For a mutinous clone such as yourself? I suppose it is.” The lightsabers whirred as they swung into motion, charging the captain. Rex shot back, but his bolts were easily deflected. He dove out of the way of the swing, but as he raised his blasters to fire again, they were cut in half. Krell raised to swing.

Rex was about to roll left when something else told him “no.” Time stopped for a minute as unseen hands guided the captain back to his feet, and his hands right onto the attackers. The other trooper looked surprised but fought back, trying to angle the blades into Rex. Rex struggled back, but he was losing. The other trooper somehow much stronger than him. “May I?” The same voice asked politely.

“Go for it.” Rex answered aloud.

Suddenly, it was as if rex was an outside observer to his own body. Watching through his own eyes. Whoever was in control now wrenched the green sabre out of Krell’s hand and pushed him back. “The force...” Rex thought. Rex’s body turned off one blade of the sabre and got into a ready stance. The opponent shifting and doing the same. Rex watched bewildered as his body moved on its own, all the grace and skill of a master.

“I sense I’m no longer fighting a-“ krell was saying, but whoever was helping Rex didn’t pause for a monologue. Their blades clashed once again but each move krell made was parried almost before it could happen. Rex had experience fighting dual bladed opponents, and he would not lose again. Wait, no, that wasn’t right. Krell caught them in the brief moment of confusion and Rex’s friend didn’t block in time. The blade nicked Rex’s leg.

“Anakin!”

“What, Master?”

“I sense... I sense master quigon is in danger.”

“What? How! He-“

“This way!” Obiwan suddenly turned a corner, heading away from the barracks where the group was originally headed. He began cutting through a blast door that blocked his path, and anakin joined to speed up the process. They heard a blast door open and close somewhere on the other side, and they got the door open just in time to see Rex and a lightsaber clatter to the ground.

Anakin and Ahsoka ran to him, Ahsoka turned him over and supported his head in her lap.

“He’s alive” Anakin breathed, relieved.

Rex blinked awake, back in his own body “hmm? Wha? That was strange...” Rex got up and grabbed a blaster from one of the dead clones “doesn’t matter right now, he went that way, we need to stop him!”

“Just wait up Rex. He’s probably already long gone. But you’re not dead, what happened?”

Rex stopped and looked back at anakin “I... don’t really know. I had help. I thought it was one of you, sirs. Their voice sounded a little like General Kenobi’s. I was asked permission and when I agreed it was like someone else took over my body. Definitely a Jedi. They fought off krell for me, but left once I was safe. I got a strange glimpse of a memory from them, they’ve fought a Sith with double bladed lightsaber before, but they lost.”

“You had help from my old master, Qui-gon Jin without a doubt. If he left you afterwards, than I think we may be able to get your trooper back. Set that to stun.”

Dogma was spotted in the medical-wing so kenobi and Rex headed to his last known location and Ahsoka and Anakin ran for the medbay itself. Anakin suspected that was where the real target was. The medbay was cleared best it could be, on Anakin’s orders but there was only so many places for the wounded to go. The blast doors were closed but they all knew that wouldn’t hold him.

As two lightsabers pierced the door Anakin held up a hand for the combat medics positioned behind makeshift barricades to hold their fire, before the door was kicked in.

A mixture of bolts set to kill and stun filled the air in an instant, but krell was good, and he dodged and deflected his way through the chaos. He force-shoved the medics to the ground and the two Jedi took that as their cue to switch in.

Anakin leaped up and struck down hard in a downward slash, that was deflected to the right. Ahsoka sweeper left but she was parried and flipped backwards against the returning strike. Though the Jedi continued to exchange strikes, it was clear that Krell was outmatched against two opponents. Ahsoka dropped her sabres and began to levitate, force choked without krell seemingly lifting a finger.

Anakin took another slash at Dogma. He had to break his focus before is padawan ran out of air. But his attack was deflected. On the return strike though anakin locked sabres with him, putting his weight behind it. Krell had to bring the second saner to match the force, or he would be cut with his own blade. The sabre lock was taking to long though and ahsoka was struggling harder.

Suddenly with a loud metallic clang of aluminum against someone’s skull, Dogma deactivated the lightsabers and fell to the ground, along with ahsoka. Anakin put away his own lightsaber.

“Did you just-“

“Yes.” Said Kix, holding a folding chair. “Now if you have binders I suggest you take him to the brig quickly because I have no idea how long that’s gonna hold.”

“Sir yes sir” said Anakin, still stunned.

Obiwan Kenobi Met Skywalker and Tano at the brig. Dogma hadn’t woken up yet, but they were going to try to expel Krell from him anyways. Obiwan opened the cell and the three Jedi entered. The cell closed behind them.

The Jedi pried into the clones mind, which was much harder to do when a dark Jedi was actively trying to keep them out. It was clear now, the two entirely separate entities, one weaker and dormant, the other much stronger and controlling. But after a few hours, they had started to blend. After just a minute rex had gotten access to a little of Qui-gon’s mind, but now it looked like e dominant force was trying to absorb the other into non existence. Skywalker solved this the best way he knew how. Applying tremendous force to both sides. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hand into a fist, driving a wedge through the troopers mind.

“No, Anakin!” Obiwan withdrew, but anakin was still putting on more pressure, slowly moving his hand closer to the clone’s head. He was struggling now, ahsoka had to hold the clone in place, they were trying to resist the power.

Anakin was getting frustrated, and the dark presence didn’t want to move. But it was budging.

“Stop Anakin! You’ll kill him!”

Skywalker wasn’t paying any attention to Obiwan. He was so! Close! He pushed harder. The clone screamed. But he drove that wedge just an inch further and withdrew.

Anakin opened his eyes. The clone had stopped struggling, or screaming. Skywalker thought he actually had killed him before ahsoka said

“Pulse is back. He’s breathing again.”

“Good.” Anakin wiped his hands “let’s go then. We can question him when he wakes up.”

The three Jedi left the cell before Obiwan began lecturing anakin. “You almost killed him! Why didn’t you stop when I told you to!? That was dangerously close to the dark side you know. That was brutal!”

“Yeah well Krell’s gone. I think. Thanks to me. So, you’re welcome.”

Anakin stormed back to his quarters.

#the clone wars #star wars #tcw #clone trooper tup #my art #captain rex #clone trooper dogma #clone wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #qui gon jinn #my writing #YES I WILL GET BACK TO THE OTHER STTORY DONT YOU WORRY #I’ll get back to it.#soon.#clone captain rex #arc trooper fives

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lordseochangbin · 5 years ago

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Crime n Mystery- Lee Felix

description: [3k words] felix FBI agent au w/ a possible plot

warnings: curses, slight masturbation (?) no idea what it is lmfaooo

a/n: ive always wanted to write a murder mystery so this is to get it started! if it does well ill think about continuing it because im not sure if anyone enjoys criminal mind things as much as i do

This guy was going on a date with no cologne on? Disgusting. You had a knack of judgment, already being able to predict the outcome of this guy’s dinner after driving so many lovebirds to their dates. A typical Saturday night called for taxi driver business and you loved the amount of money that came through but in the end, you couldn’t help but wonder when you would be driving yourself to a date.

You carried a decent amount of knowledge after three years, your best bet was when you told one of your customers she was about to be broken up with, only to see her back in your car asking for a ride a few minutes after arriving. You could tell where these people were going, what their plans were just from their location and attire. A decent amount of knowledge.

Sometimes there were “those” type of people. Failures of being a woman in the driver’s seat (which shouldn’t be a problem smh). “Those” people who ask to sit in the front seat to play the radio only to try to get their hands in your pants. “Those” people who try to sit right behind you and try to whisper things in your ear. “Those” people who- you get the idea. But with no excuse, you carried pepper spray around your neck all the time for when it was necessary.

The woman that had just stepped in your taxi, you couldn’t seem to get a grip on. She wore a poker face, hands crossed as she scrolled through what seemed to be “Tinder”. Maybe it was a Tinder date. After arriving at the restaurant you watched as she left your car, her ass sticking out in her bodycon dress along with the sound of her high heels clicking.

“Hey wait, aren’t you going to pay?” You groan before turning around to see the exact amount in cash on the seat. You peeked inside the restaurant to see a full crowd, someone in there is going to need a ride for sure, so you turn on your taxi light and wait for the next customer to arrive.

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Rolling up the sleeves to his white button-up, Felix makes his way through the crowded restaurant. He was lucky enough to have found his first suspect on a tinder website and couldn’t believe how vulnerable she was for having accepted his request to meet. Little did she know his identity.

His co-worker Angel claimed it was the profile picture that must’ve swooned her, the forced smile and nose scrunch hiding his secret demeanor. Felix was handsome, his hair combed back and his cheeks covered with light brown freckles. It was easy for him to pass as a college student or gas station employee- a bit of makeup was all he needed. Thus holds today, meeting a suspect who expects a perfect tinder date, only to be disappointed.

Finding the small table in the corner, Felix casually grabs the seat, looking into the girl’s eyes before asking “Is this seat taken?”

A slight smirk meets her face before she replies, “If your name is Alex then yes”

“Alex?” Felix replies, sitting down across from her, “Lucky guy”

From the way she smiled at his response to her soft pink cheeks, Felix could already tell she was lured into the game. He was annoyed yet relieved, his good looks always gave him entry, along with his deep voice. He could practically read women like a book.

Her bright red hair seems fake, even in the pictures and the amount of makeup is quite visible, she’s trying hard to hide her identity as well.

“Hm, care for a drink Alex?”

Felix pouted his lips, free drinks from his number one suspect? A big win. But his boss checking his BAC? Not really.

Playing with the edge of the plastic menu in front of him Felix refuses, “No thanks. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to drive you home after this”

The woman’s lips gasp at his words, “You’re driving me home after this?”

A light chuckle leaves Felix’s lips as his hand meets her thigh, giving it a small squeeze before whispering in her ear, “I think you’ll want me to drive you home after this”

God, it always worked. Of course, she throws her head back at his touch. Felix feels like internally cringing. Her skins rough like scales and he wants to remove it so badly. Her hand goes to his wrist, moving his hand up her thigh as her eyes shut in bliss. Disgusting, disgusting, Felix can’t form words on how not turned on he is. Maybe he should just end this now.

“But unfortunately, I’ll have to drive you to the Los Angeles Police for continuous accounts of larceny and grand theft”

The woman gave Felix a blank stare, slowly closing her legs. The small action made Felix smirk as he pulled out his cuffs from under his suit, “Can’t get away now- Fuck!”

Jumping out of her seat, the woman dashed for the door through crowded people. Trying to make his way through, Felix thought about calling for backup.

Sure, he should’ve came with his partner Ashton but he just quit the job, leaving Felix alone on tracking cases like these until he finds a new partner. The sounds of laughter and the smell of alcohol filled his senses in the midst of his thoughts. He needed to catch this woman and finally put an end to the city’s robberies.

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God, how long were you sleeping? You rubbed your eyes in an attempt of clearing your blurry sight at watch the front door of the restaurant in hopes of someone needing a ride when suddenly a woman runs out. Her hand is held onto her purse as she runs down the street, jumping into the car in front of you and driving away. “Woah, WOAH!” You exclaim as a guy jumps into your passenger’s seat.

“Follow that car!! Follow the car!!” Your eyes freeze on the man next to you as he quickly puts on his seatbelt. “Hello? Can you fucking drive??” He asks, waving his hand in front of your face before you could get a hold of the situation. Your eyes peek inside his suit, an FBI badge hidden behind the clothes before you could step on the pedal. “I have ALWAYS wanted to be in the middle of a pursuit, I’ll follow the car!” You squeal in excitement, speeding up before you could catch up with the Honda Civic.

The guy next to you pulls up his phone, muttering some words in the call before getting an address. “Y-yeah, uhhh I just got in some taxi and the driver is following our criminal.” Shit, so this is some police stuff?

You try to keep your cool as the Civic you’re chasing speeds through traffic, breezing through the cars and way over the speed limit.

“Look, I work for the FBI, I’m sorry if I scared you by getting in your car all of the sudden but I seriously need to catch this guy, o-or girl. If you could press on it a bit-”

“Are you fucking crazy?! I’m going at 75!!” You exclaim, your hands aching in pain from gripping on the wheel.

“The limit is 65, I’m a cop!! You won’t get a ticket!”

You turn to his side and smirk, “I won’t get a ticket?”

The guy rolls his eyes before sighing in relief, “You won’t get a ticket”

“If you say so” You tsk as you press on the pedal again, “Hold on tight~”

Felix’s eyes glow as the car’s engine below you burns, the sudden speed pulls the both of you back but your reactions are quite different. The man next to you is holding onto his seat for his life while you’re living the time of your life.

“Can you be a little more responsible?? I’m trying to catch a criminal here”

“A bit responsible? You literally just got into a stranger’s car and asked them to drive”

“You’re a taxi driver, you should at least have some experience in traffic”

“Only when I’m following the ro-WATCH!” You swerve past a car in front of you that slowed down, your hand on Felix’s chest as you hold him back to make sure he’s safe. Your act took Felix by surprise, his focus completely thrown off before you could place your hand on the wheel.

“Okay, okay sorry. I-I’ll try my best, I can see the car ahead of us” You sputter our nervously.

Felix clears his throat and fixes his suit before eyeing the car again. “It looks like it’s taking a turn on Union, maybe going to one of the backstreets”

“Should I keep my distance?”

“Hmm, depends. Is this car bulletproof?” He asks, arching an eyebrow as you pout your lips.

“Fuck off” You roll your eyes before cautiously driving into one of the more hidden streets of the city.

Suddenly the Civic stopped, causing Felix to jump up in his seat as he watches. The woman gets out of her car, her figure suddenly disappearing.

“Park right here,” Felix asked, “If you don’t see me in ten, try calling the police, but I doubt you’ll have to do that” He winks before closing the door.

You take a gasp in relief, looking around the dark neighborhood and locking the doors to your car. What are you going to do now? A random FBI agent got into your car and now you’re stuck here for ten minutes… waiting. Anything could be going on inside there. Shit, what if he gets shot? Or kidnapped?? You covered your mouth at the thought, no that can’t happen. He seemed too cocky to be easily fought against.

Left with your thoughts, you couldn’t keep the idea of the FBI agent’s figure off your mind. I mean, you’re not saying he’s hot or anything but… well. Can you blame yourself? What else should you be thinking about when you just gave a ride to some guy and possibly put him in danger. You would never be able to forgive yourself if something happened to him, even if he asked you to.

“Maybe I should go,” You tell yourself before shaking your head. “No.. no he told me to wait here, just 8 more minutes.” You stared at the clock inside your car and anxiously stuff your phone inside your coat pocket. “Screw this” You mutter before getting out.

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You take a risky corner, entering the blindspot which the woman had disappeared into when you were in the car. A gust of wind blew your way, the chills growing goosebumps on your skin as the anticipation waited. God bless all the seasons of Criminal Minds you had watched, you felt like you were prepared for anything. In fact, the building you stepped into was completely empty. Tip-toeing into the place, you hid yourself between two storage containers before you could feel it shift a bit.

A few groans and sounds of stress were heard from inside. Was there more than one person here? You feel your heartbeat out of your chest, back pressed against the metal container as you slid closer to its entrance.

It was when the container moved that you couldn’t hide any longer, an uncalled gasp pasted your lips and blew your cover.

“Is someone else here?” You heard a woman’s voice ask, your fingers growing numb as you felt yourself exposed.

When you found yourself in broad attention, you saw the person Felix was looking for heading towards you, gun in her hand, and a fierce look in her eyes. “Who’s this?”

Over the person’s shoulder, you could see Felix bunched up in the corner of the container, hands over his stomach as a patch of blood started to build upon his side. His eyes showed fear as he gestured his head to run, but you knew you couldn’t leave him like this.

“I asked, who are you, sweetie?” The woman asked again before finally stepping in front of you.

Peeked over to see Felix again, you scrunch your fingers up in a fist trying to blow off some heat.

“I… I’m-” Grabbing your pepper spray bottle around your neck, you sprayed the woman’s eyes causing her to fall on the floor. Once she fell you quickly kicked the gun out of her hands, grabbing the weapon and running towards Felix. You could hear the woman groan in pain but you could care less.

“Are you okay?” You asked, grabbing his arm and throwing it over your shoulder.

“Yeah I’m fine” Felix panted out, his eyes wincing in pain. “Just be careful, there’s guards on the other doors so use that entrance, it’s closer to your car”

You made your best attempt to leave the room as soon as possible, the exit was just a few steps closer but the woman who was once blinded with pepper spray was now up on her feet.

“OI, DID YOU NOT HEAR ME SCREAMING?” She exclaimed, calling at the guards from each exit. You quickly slid in between two containers, pulling Felix in front of you.

Felix looked to the side, the awkward positioning giving you two no space. You could only look at him in the midst of events. His face filled with freckles, brown eyes, lightly shaded features and blonde hair. You clenched your jaw, trying to keep yourself together as a guard passed by you two.

You felt a wet patch growing on your chest, causing you to look down at Felix’s wound. The chest to chest contact had not only gotten your cheeks pink but also your coat, fancy. As soon as the guards followed the girl, Felix tapped your shoulder and pointed at the exit as you assisted him out.

“We have to be quick, the guards are probably looking for us” He panted as he let go of you, opening the door as you ran to your driver’s seat.

“Is that a bullet wound?? You’re bleeding so much, do I call 911?” You exclaimed, looking at him for a response.

“Just drive!” Felix exclaimed, watching as the guards started the move out of the building.

“Fuck, fuck!!” You screamed, pressing on the accelerator as the car backed up. You shook in fear when you felt your car being shot. “Felix, I already told you this shit isn’t bulletproof!! It’s just a freaking Toyota!!” You cried out, watching as the bodyguards chased towards you.

Felix pulled out a gun from under his jeans before opening the window and shooting at the guards. “Keep going, it’s fine” He puffed out before you could finally meet the road. You quickly changed gears to drive and found yourself on a crowded street.

“Felix! Felix?” You asked, looking to your right to find him clenching onto his shirt. “Shit, you’re bleeding even more, should I drive to the hospital?”

“No, no just pull over” He whispered back, “Check if we lost them and pull over, if not go to a hotel nearby”

Thanks to your years of being a taxi driver, you knew the streets like the back of your hand. Making a few turns you found yourself at a motel that your friend owned. You pulled up at the drive-thru, soon realizing that Felix was next to you.

Trying your best to cover him with your figure, you thanked your friend and grabbed a key to an empty room.

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“Oh my god, that’s so- eek!” You screeched as Felix removed the bullet from his waist.

Turning around, you felt a similar pain growing on your side just from the sight of Felix’s injury.

“It’s over, you can look now” Felix rolled his eyes, laying back on the bed carefully so he wouldn’t stain the sheets.

You turned around, slowly opening your eyes to find him resting against the bedrest. “Umm, I can go chill with my friend downstairs if you want to relax that… seems pretty serious”

“No it’s fine, you can stay in bed with me if you’d like”

“I mean, wait what?!”

Felix smirked at your response, chuckling in pain as his laughs caused pained to his stomach. “Oh come on, I saw the way you were checking me out earlier”

You gasped at his words, “What a cocky bitch. This is coming from the same guy who said ‘If you don’t see me in ten, try calling the police, but I doubt you’ll have to do that’” You mocked in his deep voice.

“Hey- it was your problem for not waiting ten minutes. If you had waited I’m sure I would’ve found a way out of there”

“Excuse me?” You asked sarcastically, walking towards him. “Oh were you not going to thank me for saving your life right now?”

Felix sat up on the bed, his lips inches away from yours before whispering “Would you like me to?”

You pushed him back in his place before crossing your arms. Felix did the same, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as he grabbed onto the sheet. “ I think the injury is getting worse even after I took out the bullet”

“It seriously doesn’t hurt?” You asked, eyeing the cut and clothes torn with blood, the white material of his suit slowly dissipating. “Maybe we should clean it up” You run to the bathroom to grab some towels, filling a bath bowl with water and returning.

“Here,” You said, handing him the things before he could close his eyes.

“I don’t think I can do it myself, can you?”

You look back down at the clothed wound, dipping the cloth in water and dabbing it.

“I swear to god, take off the shirt please” He groans, arching his back at the contact of cold water.

You feel a gulp down your throat as you slowly unbutton his white shirt, his broad sweaty chest being exposed before revealing the wound for itself.

Watching his facial expressions, you slowly clean up the bullet wound and remove his shirt so you could cool him down with the hot water.

“Thank you” He mutters out, “Thank you for not freaking out on me, it’s honestly surprising that you didn’t ask me when I’m calling for backup… or how you even trusted me in the first place”

“It’s fine, today would’ve been another Saturday I supposed if I wasn’t saving some FBI agent’s life”

Felix chuckled at your response, “Taxi driver huh? You don’t seem fit for the job”

“Oh really? It’s been three years and I’m doing just fine. What do you see me as?”

Felix’s eyebrows wrinkled in thought before he could answer, “Maybe an FBI agent… in fact, would you like to be my partner?”

#so... what do you guys think of this BAHHA #felix au #lee felix au #lee felix fics #felix fics #lee felix imagines #felix imagines #skz au #stray kids au #stray kids fics #skz fics #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #felix drabbles #lee felix drabbles

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valla-chan · 4 years ago

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65 Questions You Aren't Used To answered by ME

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

Sometimes, but it always goes away fairly quickly.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

3, im not actively afraid of the dark itself but it can exacerbate paranoias

3. The person you would never want to meet?

The guy on reddit with like 100 different parasites he spreads to people around him

4. What is your favorite word?

Catgirl or Ghost maybe idk

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

Monterey Cypress

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

Oh my god my hair is so fucked, i look dead in the face too

7. What shirt are you wearing?

gray longesleev :)

8. What do you label yourself as?

gray-ace trans girl who is probably actually nonbinary but ignores that for the sake of simplicity

9. Bright room or dark room?

dark

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

in a voice call watching my friend stream hl2: lost coast

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

19-20

12. Who told you they loved you last?

gf :)

13. Your worst enemy?

congress republicans

14. What is your current desktop picture?

I have 3, and currently all of them are on images of hatsune miku

15. Do you like someone?

mhm

16. The last song you listened to?

No Children - The Mountain Goats

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

Mitch McConnell

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

Donald Trump

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

A clone of myself, who i would make work on my portal mod lul

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

My hair perhaps

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

I dont know if this would make me male, female, or a trans man!

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

Getting people to like me when i want them to, i guess? It sounds manipulative but if you dont use it to manipulate people, and you dont always do it (because sometimes you dont want the person to like you), then is it?

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

I am afraid that my perception of other things is inaccurate and eventually i will realize that people around me regard me as someone who is very much detached from objective reality.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Crab+lobster mix, avocado, cheese, caramelized onions, bacon, sourdough bread, basil+a bit of garlic, and probably other stuff i cant think of.... oh and sunchips stuffed inside that i could pull out and eat.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Save it!!

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

California!

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

1) If you die we eat you

29. What is your favorite expletive?

simply saying the word KILL!

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

My computer :( it would cause the most extreme impact to have it be destroyed. i would feel terrible about everything else though

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

I’d rather not say.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

sounds awful :(

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

My kitty :(

34. What was your last dream about?

I was playing a hidden level in Frogger: the Great Quest but then @ sleepysoul DM’d me to ask what my newest video was about cause she was weirded out by it, and i went to my youtube channel to find this bizarre video about crab-catching, which slowly descended into this video showing bizarre and cosmic horrors. For some reason i thought i uploaded it and tried to defend the video, but i could not explain it

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

I am a good 3d modeler, texturer, game mapper, and other things that have to do with digital 3d artstuff

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

yes

38. What is the color of your socks?

All of mine are tan or dark blue. super lame and boring

39. What type of music do you like?

Most currently, it fluctuates between “weirdcore” type aesthetic playlists of music, and anything Vocaloid.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Sunrises, because im usually not awake for them so they are extra special

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

strawberry maybe

43. Do you have any scars?

One on the side of my butt where i tore it open on the bathtub faucet, one on my elbow from a bike accident, and

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I dropped out :(

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

my cheekbones and eyebrow ridge stick out so weirdly, id make it not look like that

46. Are you reliable?

on small things? yes. on big things? nope, not in the least.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Have you finally gotten out of this rut and found happiness and success?

48. Do you hold grudges?

i kinda do but try not to

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

Catgirl

51. Are you a good liar?

only when im not trying to.

52. How long could you go without talking?

consecutively, maybe a fourth of a day

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

short.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

I’ve helped, but never done it myself!

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

Oh, believe me, no. But i do it anyway because its objectively hilarious

56. What do you like on your toast?

Not beans.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

Miku :) (it turned out so badly i scrapped it)

58. What would be you dream car?

Golden Leopard Print Golf Cart

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

I lie down as to not pass out (and cause warmn wotter....)

60. Do you believe in aliens?

[redacted]

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

never

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

E? (it has a nice synesthetic color)

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Dinos

64. What do you think about babies?

gremlins. strange beings. they are very strange and creepy-ish but can be cute but RARELY. keep away.

#thast me #i was boared sooo

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horansqueen · 5 years ago

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You & Me : chapter 38

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

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 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34|| CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his -4.3k - 4.9k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

READ AM CONVERSATIONS AGAIN ON WATTPAD HERE

- notes: nothing happened yet things happened? idk how i feel about this, i just hope you enjoy it, thank you guys for sticking up to this story ilysm!! oh and i chose this gif just because hes sweating lmao youre welcome! i hope this chapter gets more notes than the last haha

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Chapter 38 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

April 17th, 2018

"You know what people say when they see a fat girl run." I just let out, raising my nose in a grimace as I tied up my shoes.

"I'm not really the type to listen to stupid people's opinion." Niall replied, making me roll my eyes and sigh before getting up. "And you shouldn't either."

He had convinced me to go run with him and I regretted my 'yes' half a second after agreeing but the way his face illuminated told me that it was too late to go back. I hated running and he knew it, and I was pretty sure he was aware of the sacrifice it was for me. I normally always quote the movie "The Faculty" when he mentions running, because i believe there's no truer words than Casey's line at the beginning of the movie when he says 'I don't think that a person should run unless he's being chased.", even if it's sort of ironic since the characters end up running away from an alien who wants to infect them the whole movie. Well, I would probably run if an alien was trying to infect me, too. And apparently, I would also run if it made Niall happy.

"It's easy for you. You've always been popular and cute and all the girls were in love with you."

"That is a big load of bullshit." he chuckled, shaking his head. "I've been told 'no' many, many times."

"I would like to see the statistics of the number of girls telling you 'no' versus the number of girls telling you 'yes."

This time, he's the one who rolled his eyes but he still had a cute smile gracing his lips and it made mine curl, too.

My parents were spending the whole day at friends' house. It was planned before I told them I'd come and visit them and even if they told me they'd cancel, I insisted that they'd just go. I didn't want to ruin their plans, I knew it was some anniversary or something similar and I could spend one day alone with Niall. Easily. Hell, I wanted to spend way more than one day with him.

"The only statistic I care about is this one." he started, clearing his throat. "How much do you love me, on a scale of 1-10."

I let out a genuine laughter and it made his lips curl. "That scale reaches the sky and it's too far away for me to see any number but there's like, 10 digits."

He took a step closer and I moved my chin up as he bent down to press his lips against mine. It felt so good to be back into this, to have a routine together, and to be happy without stress. I wouldn't go as far as saying it was exactly how it used to be but If I took the time to really think about it, it was even better. Back then, he was a bit immature and I was extremely insecure. Those two flaws sort of clashed together and made our relationship so much harder to handle. Now, I was not as insecure, and he didn't seem immature anymore, and I really felt like it could work between us.

We walked out but started running as soon as we were down the stairs. I let out a short groan of annoyance and it made him laugh. I knew he was going slowly just for me and it made me feel a bit guilty. At the same time, I was doing this for him and because he insisted, so the least he could do was wait for me, right? I don't know how long we ran but I hated it. I hated the burning sensation and the dry feeling in my throat, i hated the sweat on my back, and i hated the pain in my legs. God, I hate running. But then I turned to look at him and something twisted in my stomach and I bit my bottom lip. I loved watching him sweat. There was something sexy in watching him like that but it was not really the time and place to jump on him, unfortunately.

"How's your asthma?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Tolerable." I said, glancing at him again. "How's your grandpa knee?"

He chuckled and shook his head, making me smile more. "Could be worse."

After a while, I just stopped, feeling a cramp hurting like hell on my side, and held myself on my knees. He stopped next to me and bent down to look at me. He looked amazing, how did he fucking look so good all the damn time?

"You okay? Enough for today?"

I nodded and he smiled but I held my breath when I felt his hand on my back. I was in it so deep but I secretly hoped that I would never have to hurt again. I had new limits that I wanted to respect but I wouldn't ask him about every single girl gravitating around him, or cry myself to sleep because of a comment online. However, I would still get pissed if he let an other woman who clearly wants in his pants put her number in his phone, and I wouldn't accept him flirting with random girls at bars. The first time we dated, everything seemed to get to me but this time, It would be different. I would choose my battles and not get insecure about every little thing I see. I believed in myself more and I was convinced it helped me believe in him more, too.

We walked back home quickly and from time to time, I could feel his fingers brush against mine. It's in times like these that I really just wished we could be a normal couple. I knew he would be unhappy if he didn't do music for a living, and it would be a shame if his talent and songs weren't heard by millions of people, but selfishly, sometimes, I wished we could just walk around hand in hand without being scared of the comments, the articles and the hate.

I unlocked the door and when I took my shoes off, I grimaced and groaned low, moving my toes and quickly pulling on my socks., leaving them by the door.

"Petal, you reek." he let out before I turned around, raising my eyebrows. He chuckled and shrugged. "It's true, you smell so bad right now."

"I know!" I finally admitted in a laugh.

"But hey, you don't smell as bad as I do." he added, making me laugh more.

"That's practically impossible." I joked as he stuck his tongue out at me.

I watched him bend down and rub his knees and I bit my bottom lip as I felt a wave of intense love for him wash through me. I took a step closer and he moved his body up before looking in my eyes. I tilted my head, nibbling on my lip again and reached for the bottom of his shirt, finally pulling it up. He moved his arms up to help me as we kept staring at each other. A small smile draw itself on my lips and I just licked them, letting his shirt fall in the floor. Slowly, I let my hands run on his chest, my fingertips brushing against his nipples and moving down to his stomach. I felt my heart hit so hard against my rib cage that I thought it was going to escape. I could feel the sweat on my fingers and for some odd reason, it turned me on even more. My hands stopped at the top of his shorts and he raised his eyebrows.

"Are you gonna take them off, too?" he asked in a low tone.

"You know what I really want?" I asked in a low tone, ignoring his question as my forefingers hooked in the sides of his shorts, pulling them down slowly. He raised his eyebrows to incite me to talk and I smiled more. "Your dick in my mouth."

He didn't answer anything but his lips parted slightly and I slowly got down on my knees, bringing his shorts and boxers with me. I took his cock in my hand and when I got closer, he quickly stopped me.

"Wait!" he let out. I frowned and looked up but he just sighed. "We really need to get in the shower, first."

I stared at him for a few seconds and finally let out an amused chuckle before finally getting back up. He smirked and moved his upper body closer, his lips dangerously close to mine, before reaching for the bottom of my shirt.

"I honestly don't want you to be disgusted by my dick forever." he let out, making me chuckle again.

"Can't happen. But you're right, we should get clean first. Then fuck. And then get clean again." I proposed, making him raise his eyebrows up and down.

"And then maybe fuck again, yea?"

I smiled more at his words and nodded. "Yes."

He moved closer and kissed me, taking a few steps my way and forcing me to move back. He took my shirt off, throwing it on the floor, and I started laughing against his mouth when I accidentally stepped on something and ended hitting my back on the wall.

"Fuck, I love your clumsy ass." he whispered, slithering one of his arms around my waist as the other reached for my breasts. "And your tits, too." His hand moved down and slipped in my panties, making my eyes roll back as I leaned my head against the wall. "And your perfect little fanny, too."

He crashed his mouth against mine too as he flicked his fingertip on my clit a few times, making me whimper before he just took his hand away to pull on one side of my pants. I helped him with the other and stepped out of them. We were both just making out naked against the wall at my parents' house and I couldn't remember the last time I felt this horny. Was that adrenaline or something?

"Mm, your parents aren't coming back soon, right pet?" he asked in-between kisses as he pressed his body against mine. "Because they probably wouldn't enjoy the trail of our clothes on the floor that leads to the bathroom."

I laughed and shook my head as he pulled away. My eyes roamed on his face and It just hit me again how much I loved him.

"No, they'll be gone until very late tonight."

"Good."

He kissed me again and after a while, he pulled me to the bathroom and I tried to keep my mouth against his in a failed attempt as he bent down to start the shower. We laughed against each other's lips and ended up under the stream. I shivered as he grabbed the soap and poured some in my hands before doing the same in his. I washed myself quickly, staring at his hands moving on his body and when he reached his half-hard cock, I felt my heart jump in my chest.

"Sit on the side of the bath." he told me, making me obey immediately.

I was grateful that he didn't ask me to get on my knees because there's honestly nothing more uncomfortable for the knees than a bath. He moved closer and I smiled more when I realized his cock was at the perfect height. I felt like I hadn't had his cock in my mouth for so long and I took it as deeply as I could, making him groan low. I felt him swell on my tongue and spread my knees apart, bringing one of my hands between my legs.

"Mm, don't stop darling, do that thing you always do."

I chuckled low and pushed on the skin of his cock just to run the tip of my tongue between it and his tip, making one of his legs shake slightly. I used my fingers too, touching exactly the same spot and his head moved again to look down at me.

"That feels like I'm just cumming over and over again, fuck!"

I kept going for a while and finally ran my tongue on his length until his balls. He grabbed his cock in one of his hands and started stroking himself. I stuck my tongue out and felt his balls rub and bounce on my tongue with every jerk of his hand. I moved closer and sucked on one of until he grabbed my hair and pulled my head away gently.

"Open your mouth."

I did as asked and gently, he pushed his had cock in my mouth until I choked and pulled slightly away. I could feel him throb on my tongue and I let two of my fingers rub my clit gently as I sucking him harder.

"Stick your tongue out."

I looked up at him a bit innocently and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out for him. He kept jerking himself hard, brushing his tip on my tongue as he did, and after about a minute, he let out a low groan.

"Fuck, I missed cumming on that tongue."

My eyes closed for a few seconds when his cum spurted on my cheeks, lips and tongue but I moved closer to suck on his tip again, my hands reaching for his balls as he kept stroking himself until he got down from his high. I never really enjoyed the taste but Niall’s orgasms were different, and I knew it probably only had to do with the love I felt for him, but it didn’t matter. He tasted good and I loved pleasing him. He panted for half a minute and finally grabbed my arms to pull me up gently.

"Even if you look really good like that..." he started, bringing me under the stream. "Let me help you."

Slowly, he ran his fingers on my cheeks before moving down to my lips, taking the vestige of his orgasm off. My heart jumped in my chest when he kissed me deeply and I moaned in his mouth as his hands ran on my breasts.

"You need an orgasm too." he pointed out as I nodded. "Sit back down."

I did what he told me to and frowned a bit when he got on one knee, knowing how much it hurts. We could both feel the water falling on us but when he moved his lips to my neck, I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. Two of his fingers slipped inside me as he nibbled on the skin of my neck and he started fucking me slowly. His mouth moved down to my breast and the way he sucked and licked my nipples made my fingers rub against the bath in a weird and annoying sound.

"You're gonna let me fuck you hard later today, won't you princess?"

I shivered, realizing I hadn't heard that nickname in a while, and finally nodded. "Mmhm, whenever you want, wherever you want, for as long as you want. You know I'm all yours."

"Fuck, say it again."

He started finger fucking me harder and I felt my breasts press against his chest as he bit my neck harder.

"I'm yours, Niall, I'm all yours." I let out in a mix of a whimper and a whisper.

"Get up."

I felt a bit too weak to do it but I still managed and when I felt his mouth crush on my pussy, I leaned my head against the cold and hard shower wall. I brought on of my legs up on the side of the bath and focused on the way his tongue skillfully sucked and licked my pussy until I felt an orgasm hit me without warning.

"Oh fuck! Niall!"

I reached for his hair and pulled on it hard, making sure his face stayed between my legs and It took me all my strength not to literally let myself fall at the bottom of the bath. When he got back up, he wrapped his arms around me and I allowed myself to get weak close to him, making him laugh.

"Good?" he asked. I nodded, brushing my nose against his wet neck and whimpered low. "Hungry?"

----

The park was not too crowded and the sun was slowly setting. We started eating the lunch we had prepared together and I surprised myself wishing every day would be like that. It was ridiculous and impossible, but a girl could dream, right?

"What do you think would have happened if we never broke up?" I asked, staring at my water bottle before looking up in his eyes.

He was staring at me, his eyebrows raised and his lips curled into a pensive expression. He looked adorable and I smiled fondly at him. He shook his head slightly and grabbed his fork, playing with his food for a few more seconds.

"I don't know. I like to think I would have matured anyway and wouldn't be a prick but you never know." he explained with a shrug.

"You think you would have cheated on me?"

His head snapped up to look at me and he shook his head harder this time. "No. I was a flirt, but I was not a cheater, I promise."

Obviously, we would never know, and from what I had seen of Niall, he normally broke up with the girl before giving in to anyone else... well, except with me. It made me realize he had cheated on two girls with me and I tried to push away the guilt invading me. After all, I had cheated on Dylan too. The fact that he knew and had decided to ignore it didn't make my action less painful, or okay. We both had cheated and there was no excuse for it.

"You cheated with me. I did too. We both cheated. On Heidi and Dylan, and that was so wrong."

"I know." he sighed. "We can't go back. I mean I wish I could say I regret it, but I don't. It lead us here."

I sent him a sad smile and nodded. I wanted so much for us and even if I still had a few doubts, I wanted us to work. I wanted us to make efforts into this, but I couldn't make them for him. All I knew was that I was going to do everything I could to make this work, and from the way he had been acting with me lately, I was pretty sure he would do the same.

"So what's gonna happen to us now, Niall?" I asked softly. "What's our future together?"

He looked down immediately and it made me frown. Did he have something to hide? I couldn't start thinking like that again, I couldn't start analyzing his every move. I breathed it and let it go, simply tilting my head.

"We'll love each other, become official whenever you're ready, maybe even start attending galas and shit together, perhaps." he proposed, shrugging a shoulder and making me laugh.

"Yea, that's not really your type of things." I pointed out.

"Well it's different with you. Everything is different with you. In a good way. In the best way."

Without thinking, I held myself on the grass between us and leaned my upper body his way to reach his lips with mine. He kissed me back and after a while, he deepened the kiss. I didn't feel nervous, or stressed, and I didn't give a fuck about who could see us.

"I love you. I want to spend my life with you." I whispered. "I know these words used to scare you... how do they make you feel, now?"

I pulled away enough to be able to look in his eyes and his lips curl into a genuine smile.

"Like the happiest man in the world."

My lips curled into a happy smile as something stirred in my stomach. "You're so full of shit, Horan."

He brought one of his hands to my cheek and I leaned against it without thinking.

"I mean it Liv. Trust me." he murmured as I felt his breath hit my chin.

I breathed in deeply and pressed my lips together before whispering too. "I do. I trust you."

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We ended up watching tv together in the living room after the sun was set and I knew my parents could be back any minute, making me wonder if we had time to fuck or if we should just wait until they would be in bed.

"I wish you'd come with me in Germany." he let out randomly, taking me out of my thoughts.

"You... you know I have to go back in California soon." I explained, feeling my heart sink in my chest. "I mean, we can survive a few weeks away, yea?"

He turned his head my way and sighed. "Of course we can. But we shouldn't have to. And.. I don't really want to."

"I know." I said in a low tone, trying not to cry and looking down at my hands playing with the fabric of my shirt. "I mean, I don't know what else we can do. I'll try to get more weeks off but I don't know when that will be. When's your next week off?"

"Uhm, mid may, I think, but then I have to go back to the UK for that radio show thing."

"Oh." I brushed my palms on my face, suddenly tired and a bit scared, not knowing when I could be with him again. "Tell me the exact date and I'll try to fly there for a few days."

"That's in like... a month, Olivia." he let out a bit annoyed or disappointed... or both.

"I know." I whispered, swallowing hard, trying not to cry.

He sighed again and made a quick head movement. "Come here."

He didn't have to ask me twice : I threw myself against him as he wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his shirt, letting out a sob that I desperately tried to suppress without success.

"Hey, it'll be okay." he whispered, kissing the top of my head. "We can do this. We're stronger than ever together. Distance is alright. A month is nothing. Remember my trip to Asia?"

It's not that it was a bad example but it was a rough memory and I sniffed, shutting my eyes tighter as I tried to move closer to him. I didn't want to be a month away from him but I knew it was probably going to happen and I didn't know how to handle it. I was about to answer something when both our phones beeped and I groaned. It couldn't be a good thing and we both knew it.

"I don't want to look." I admitted low as he rubbed my back gently.

"We have to. Let's do it and then go to bed."

I sighed again and nodded as we both grabbed our phones. The problem was apparently Heidi, who had posted a bunch of song lyrics on her instagram stories, and people started speculating about who it was about. After checking, though, I knew it was about Niall. And about me a bit, too.

SHAKIRA - DONT BOTHER She's been to private school And she speaks perfect French She's got the perfect friends Oh isn't she cool? Hey, hey So don't bother I won't die of deception I promise you won't ever see me cry Don't feel sorry And don't bother I'll be fine But she's waiting The ring you gave to her will lose its shine So don't bother, be unkind

THE WEEKEND - CALL OUT MY NAME We found each other I helped you out of a broken place You gave me comfort But falling for you was my mistake I put you on top, I put you on top I claimed you so proud and openly And when times were rough, when times were rough I made sure I held you close to me

JUSTINE TIMBERLAKE - CRY ME A RIVER You don't have to say, what you did I already know, I found out from him Now there's just no chance With you and me There'll never be Don't it make you sad about it?

SAM SMITH - IM NOT THE ONLY ONE I have loved you for many years Maybe I am just not enough You've made me realize my deepest fear By lying and tearing us up You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one

DRAKE - MARVINS ROOM I'm just sayin' you could do better Tell me, have you heard that lately? I'm just sayin' you could do better And I'll start hatin' only if you make me

KATY PERRY - PART OF ME I just wanna throw my phone away Find out who is really there for me You ripped me off your love was cheap Was always tearing at the seams I fell deep, you let me down But that was then and this is now, now look at me

LITTLE MIX - SHOUT OUT TO MY EX This is a shout out to my ex Heard he in love with some other chick Yeah yeah, that hurt me, I'll admit Forget that boy, I'm over it I hope she gettin' better sex Hope she ain't fakin' it like I did, babe Took four long years to call it quits Forget that boy, I'm over it

TAYLOR SWIFT - SHOULVE SAID NO You should've said no, you should've gone home You should've thought twice before you let it all go You should've know that word, bout what you did with her Would get back to me And I should've been there, in the back of your mind I shouldn't be asking myself why You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet You should've said no, baby and you might still have me I can't resist, before you go, tell me this Was it worth it Was she worth this

SUGARLAND - BABE What a waste Taking down the pictures and the plans we made, yeah And it's strange how your face doesn't look so innocent Your secret has its consequence and that's on you, babe Since you admitted it, I keep picturing Her lips on your neck, I can't unsee it I hate that because of you, I can't love you Babe What a shame, didn't want to be the one that got away How could you do this, babe?

BRITNEY SPEARS - PERFUME Do I imagine it, or do I see your stare Is there still longing there? Oh I hate myself, and I feel crazy Such a classic tale Current girl friend, ex girlfriend, I'm trying to be cool Am I being paranoid, am I seeing things? Am I just insecure?

I read her stories twice, three times, and I swallowed hard until I heard Niall curse under his breath next to me. It caught my attention and I sighed, licking my lips.

"She's right, you know. I don't know how she found out but, we talked about it earlier. We did cheat on them, Niall."

"Alright, but did she need to expose that on instagram?" He closed his eyes and groaned, throwing his phone on the couch and rubbing his eyes roughly. "Are you ready for the storm? You know our social medias are gonna fucking explode."

"It doesn't matter. As usual, we're just gonna stay quiet." I replied, shrugging and sighing an other time. "You should have never dated that girl."

"I know. I didn't know back then but now, I know." he confessed, shaking his head. "I didn't think she was that kind of girl."

I started laughing next to him and his eyes met mine. He raised his eyebrows an I pressed my lips together because chuckling more.

"I mean, seriously, Niall? She was always like that."

He remained quiet and moved his arm on the back of the couch before I leaned my head against it.

"I should have dated you when I was 13 and I tried to match you with Rian for no reason. I should have dated you when I was 16 and horny. I should have dated you when I joined One Direction and you messaged me all the time. I should have dated you after the Take Me Home tour, when I came back home and noticed how much you had changed. I should have dated you during our last tour, before you got attached to Harry. I should have dated you last year, when we were both miserable. I realize it's you I should have dated all those times. Whenever I dated an other girl, it should have been you."

I teared up but tried to swallow the emotions inside me but they were drowning me instead, making me dizzy and happy at the same time.

"Yea, you should have." I whispered, scared that my voice would crack. "What about now, Niall?"

"Now?" he asked gently, raising his eyebrows but his gaze never leaving mine. I felt his fingertips play with a lock of my hair and it made my heart twist in my chest. "Well now I'm here. I'm with you. And I don't intend or want to be with anyone else. Ever again."

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boxed-n-bottled-arson · 5 years ago

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Finally, A friend

HAHA guess who is slowly getting out of writing block :’)

Anyway wrote this at 2 am one night and am a bit proud of it so ya

Au: Human & Monster

Ship: Platonic Moxiety (They’re both young, don’t have an exact age though)

Warnings: (This started as a vent so,), Loneliness/depression, panic attacks, brief mention of sharp teeth, touch starvation, mentions of fire/smoke/burning, implied not so good household, briefly referenced death, briefly referenced stalking, monster (Not scary, but) (if anything else let me know!)

Hot tears ran down Virgil's face.

Alone

The word seemed to burn itself into Virgil's life. Alone constantly, home, school, anywhere, everywhere. Alone, Alone, Alone. Virgil borrowed himself further into the blankets around him. Maybe he thought, if I burrow myself far enough, it'll feel like a hug. The thought only made the tears continue to fall.

No one wanted to comfort him, it was a fact Virgil thought he could comprehend. But sometimes, the fact his parents assumed he was constantly fine, or the fact he had no one in his life that considered him a friend...hurt. Hurt was to put it in simple terms, it more burned. Burned deep in his skin, burned whenever he saw someone hug another person, burned whenever someone's hand brushed his, burned when he sat alone in his bed late at night.

The sensation made him wanna claw his eyes out, scream till his voice was hoarse, rip out of his own skin.

Another rack of sob ripped from his throat as he shook in his bed. He felt cold, oh so cold, and lonely (what else was new). He reached down onto the floor, attempting to grab the blanket that had fallen there earlier. His hand though found something else. Something that burned. The burn though was different from the loneliness he felt, so different.

Loneliness burned like smoke, or being sat to close to a fire. It washed over him in waves, burning every part of him. It was a familiar feeling, but one he hated.

This burn though was strange, unfamiliar, yet comforting, almost addicting. And for a few seconds Virgil clung to that amazing, warm sensation. But after barely ten seconds he let go, cause that amazing sensation grew to be to much, it overwhelmed him, so he ripped his hand away like what he grabbed was a hot iron.

Virgil's hand flew back up to his bed. What the hell did I just grab? He thought to himself. His mind was cut off though as the sound of scuttling filled his dark room. Virgil went silent as he could. Something was in his room. Something big, and it was moving. And Virgil was Terrified.

The scuttling came to an abrupt end, leaving the only sound in the room to be Virgil's shaky breathing and small sobs that were still coming. He sat like that for minutes, or hours you could have told Virgil etheir and he would have believed you, but a small voice broke the silence.

"Are you ok?" The voice was very small, and came from across Virgil's room. And Virgil didn't know how to respond. Who was in his room? It didn't sound like his mom, or dad, or anyone who (on the rarity) would talk to him at school. "I saw you crying...you do that a lot" the voice said again. Oh great, Virgil thought to himself someone's in my room and they've been stalking me, I'm not getting out of this alive am I?

Silence fell over the room again, neither party knowing what to say. "Am I scaring you? I don't mean to. I'll leave-" "No please stay," Virgil didn't know why he wanted this voice to stay but he did, maybe cause he was scared of being alone, maybe he just wanted to talk to someone. All he knew is that he really didn't want another thing to leave him so suddenly.

"Who are you?" Virgil called into the dark of his room. "I go by Patton!" The voice happily said back. Patton, Virgil didn't know any Patton's… "um, where are you from?" Virgil asked. Patton giggled nervously, "would you believe me if I said under your bed?" Virgil went wide eyed, pulling himself closer to the center of the bed.

"No no no, don't be scared, I'm nice I promise!" Patton said quickly. Virgil, still curled up in a typed ball, skeptical, "why are you under my bed then?" Patton went silent for a second. "Do you have a flashlight?" He asked the anxious boy. Virgil was confused but quickly reached into his bedside tables drawer and retrieved a small flashlight keychain.

"Will this work?" He asked as he quickly turned it on. The keychain shined its light right in front of Virgil, revealing the some shelves of toys he had and part of his closet door. "Yes, that's perfect!" Patton said, "one more thing, you have to promise me you won't scream, ok?" Virgil tensed up a bit, he wasn't great with horror, but Patton didn't seem dangerous … "Ok I promise."

Virgil could practically hear the smile in Patton's voice, "ok...well"

A figure then stepped into the light. They looked about Virgil's age, though they were slightly shorter, they had short brownish blonde hair that curled slightly, they were wearing a gray cat onesie, the hood down, and perched on their nose were big round glasses. Behind the glasses though were the strangest eyes Virgil had ever seen. The whites of Patton's eyes were an opaque, light blue and his pupil and iris were pure black.

From his brownish-blonde curls were horns resembling a ram's. Virgil could also make out what he thought was blue fur running down the back of Patton's neck.

"Hi…" Patton said obviously a bit uncomfortable. Virgil stopped himself from staring. "Your eyes are pretty…" Virgil mumbled. Patton smiled, "Thanks! I like yours to!" Virgil's eyes were a pretty standard dark brown but he took the compliment. "So, how does this explain why you were under my bed?" Virgil asked, curious.

Patton let out a small sigh, before moving to sit down next Virgil. "I-uh…you know those stories, the ones with monster under your bed, or in your closet?" Virgil nodded. "I'm...one of those monsters."

Virgil was a little off-put, didn't monsters in those stories eat kid's toes or lure them under the bed and eat them whole? Was Patton gonna do that?! He seemed so nice though…

Patton seemed to notice Virgil's reaction, "monsters aren't as bad as the ones in the stories though." "They aren't?" Patton giggled, "not even close, all the monsters I've met are really pretty nice." Virgil looked at him curiously, "what other monsters?" Patton beamed, showing off his mouth of sharpish teeth "My closest friends are Roman and Logan. Roman really adventurous, Logan likes math and science, Roman also has a brother named Remus, he's a little...scary but has pretty cool horns. There's also Janus, who has scales- and oh I'm sorry I ramble a lot."

Virgil smiled, "it's fine, I don't mind."

Patton smiled again, "what are your friends like?" Virgil frowned, eyes stinging a bit, "I-I don't have, friends…" Patton frowned, "is that why you're sad?" Virgil bit his lip before nodding.

Patton put a hand on his shoulder, "do you need a hug?" Virgil nodded quickly before practically flinging himself into Patton's touch. As Patton wrapped his arms the taller boy, Virgil felt that burning again. That addictive, comforting burn, it felt amazing.

For a minute Virgil thought he could live there forever, in the safety and warmth of Patton's touch. But that warm, safe touch soon grew too warm and Virgil suddenly felt overwhelmed almost, claustrophobic. He pushed away from the others touch, noticing how his eyes had started leaking tears, his breathing a bit uneven as well.

"I-im sorry, I don't get hugs often, i-it's just a lot." Virgil attempted to explain. "Hey it's ok, just breath in and out, you'll be alright." Patton said, comforting the other the best he could. It luckily didn't take long to get Virgil's breathing under control.

Virgil smiled shyly at the other, "Thanks Pat, for that. No one has ever helped me through one of those." Patton gave Virgil a small, slightly sad smile, "it's what friends do."

Virgil went wide eyed. "Friends?" Patton bit his cheek, "if you wanna be?" Virgil beamed, "I'd really like that" Patton smiled back. "Me to".

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