#im much closer to the star and im buddy buddy with the sun but i barely talk to the moon in passing

[dragonic-astral-unicorn-kin]

"Are you the sun, moon, or stars?" Bitch im a comet, a shooting star. Im an eclipse, solar or lunar depends on the time on my life. Im venus fighting against the morning light. Im pluto invisible to the human eye.

No matter how fantastical your binary or even trinary system, i will never feel at home fitting and i envy you if you do.

[misora-msby]

night drive

rating : mature

word count : 1.9k

themes : fluff, fwb, mutual pining, implied sex, drug use (alcohol and marijuana)

notes : originally from my ao3, thought i might post it here as well :) // you can kinda imagine this is an au where atsumu’s not doing volleyball in college because this dude would definitely take care of his body better than this as an athlete lmfao

miya 🤢 : “im driving over rn. be ready in 10?”

You grimaced slightly. Atsumu always did this; he’d text late at night, insisting to meet up without giving you much of a choice.

“bitch it’s so late and i literally just finished my assignment gimme a break”

Your reply was read and within a few seconds you received a reply;

miya 🤢 : “Sorry! I’m driving right now and will reply later.”

An annoyed groan escaped you at the use of the automatic reply function. You knew he definitely read the message. It was just like Tsumu to do this.

Throwing on a light cardigan and applying a bit of lip gloss, you grabbed your phone and a little tin box you always brought along on your drives with Atsumu. After stuffing them into the pockets of your sweatpants, you double checked your appearance in the full length mirror by the door. A spray of perfume was used and you slipped on a comfy pair of sneakers before exiting the flat to wait at the entrance of the building.

As promised, Atsumu arrived and you got into the passenger seat of the car. It was a little messy and you had to dust off some crumbs on the seat but it smelt just of him and the cologne he loved to use.

“You gotta stop doing this. Especially the impromptu texting.” you muttered, leaning back in the seat as he began driving.

“But ya always agree to it anyways. And as promised, I never do it on a Tuesday, Friday, or Sunday night, just like ya asked.” he hummed while giving the smirk you hated but loved. And as much as you hated to agree, he was right.

Six months ago, you two had been set up on a blind date with each other by some friends. Miya Atsumu, known as a notorious flirt all his life, and you, a regular student just looking for a change in life. The date itself didn’t go too well but the sex that followed was incredible and so you two had continued with this agreement for the past half year.

And here you were now; on a drive to someplace out of town, a packet of cigarettes to share in the cupholder while the little tin in your pocket contained something a little stronger to smoke. And not to forget the cooler in the backseat which most likely contained at least two bottles of beer.

“Fine… you’re right.” you sighed, crossing your arms as you kept your eyes on the road to try and guess where you two were driving.

“Hey, doll. Light me a cig, would ya?” Atsumu asked. As always, you pulled out the stick of tobacco from the packet and lit it before passing it to him. He took a long draw on it before rolling down the window to breathe it out.

“I don’t get how you’re still so fuckin’ handsome after all the ciggies and drinks you take.” you muttered while taking the cigarette from his hand to have your own draw of it.

“Same goes to you, doll.”

“... T-Thanks.” you muttered while reaching back to grab a beer from his cooler.

Neither of you saw it but there may have been the slightest flush on both of your cheeks.

After that, the drive was silent for half an hour, save for the soft R&B that played and the occasional humming from Atsumu. It was always like this, and somehow the two of you had grown to like it. As much as you complained over and over about it, you enjoyed it. Enjoyed the thrill, the sex, the debauchery, and strangely, the company.

“This place looks good.” his smooth voice hummed while turning into a forest. It was dark and a little scary with how cramped it felt with the towering trees, but your pride refused to let him know that. Plus, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking about it for much longer. He parked his car in a decent spot and unfastened his seatbelt before turning to face you who was just a little drowsy from the beer you had. “There’s a real pretty place I wanna go in there. But first…” Atsumu’s eyes looked darker than ever as he placed a hand on your thigh.

No words had to be said before lips were locked and soft moans were pulled from your lips. It only took a few more seconds before you were both scrambling into the backseat, with him pushing you down onto your back as he grinded his strong hips into your more delicate self. The kiss ensued, though at this point it was hard to call it a kiss as it seemed more like a battle between lips. He groaned softly as he felt your fingers entangle themselves in his blond locks.

The two of you pulled away for a second to gaze into each other’s eyes, dark with lust and passion.

“You taste like beer,” he chuckled while wiping off a little bit of saliva from the corner of your lips with his thumb. His touch was strangely soft, contrasting the way he had kissed you just seconds before.

“Yeah? You taste like nicotine.” you replied with a slight grin on your face. He replicated that smile, a rare sight from him, before resuming your kiss.

* ･ ゜ﾟ ･ * : . ｡ . . ｡ . : * • * : . ｡ . . ｡ . : * ･ ゜ﾟ ･ *

“Think you can walk over to that place I was talkin’ ‘bout?” Atsumu asked while pulling his sweatpants back up.

“Hmm… I don’t know, you were pretty rough tonight. You might have to carry me,” you laughed while putting your own clothes back on.

The man rolled his eyes, though there was the slightest hint of endearing in them as he took the blunt you had half finished smoking earlier and lit it himself, leaning back in the seat a bit. 

As he did so, he glanced over at you - hair messy and strands stuck to your brow from the sweat, your clothes were in a disarray, and marks he had left on your skin covered your neck and collarbones. It gave him a weird feeling to look upon you, like a sort of strange pride. Whether it was because he had given you that messy look, or because he was just proud of you in general, he didn’t know.

“No way, I’m tired too,” Atsumu scoffed and redirected his gaze out of the open window for a second before looking at you. His eyes softened slightly at the pout on your lips before he sighed, “Fine, I’ll do it. Help carry the drinks.”

He opened the door and carefully carried you out in a princess carry before kicking the door shut and beginning to walk. His steps were a little uneven and shaky as he was just slightly intoxicated.

As he carried you, you looked up at him, eyes tracing his sharp jawline and his blond hair. There were bags under his eyes and the scent of sex and everything you two were consuming today mixed into the cologne he wore with his natural scent. Somehow, it was still attractive.

��You’re hot.” The words left you in a whisper without you even realising it. Atsumu looked down and nearly stopped walking for a moment before laughing as he continued to walk.

“You’ve got the weirdest fuckin’ timing. But yeah, I know that.” he replied before setting you down a little later.

“Where are we?” you raised a brow at him, still holding onto his arm.

“Just take a look, would ya?”

Tearing away your gaze from his handsome self to look at the sight before you, you gasped softly.

You stood near the edge of a cliff, just beyond the fence-like barrier, there were paddy fields and the occasional farmhouse providing a small source of light. It was a pretty normal sight, but upon closer inspection, you could see the reflection of the night’s stars in the water of the fields. The twinkling stars shone in pitch blackness, undeterred by the city lights you were used to. The moon looked brighter than ever too. A cool wind blew past your face, refreshing it after the stuffy feeling of having sex in Atsumu’s backseat, carrying the faint scent of spring on it.

“You know, I think being here would feel so much better if I didn’t have your cum in me.”

“Shut the fuck up and enjoy it. You asked for it anyways.”

Atsumu flicked your forehead lightly before pulling you closer to the edge and sitting down on a log, looking out over the fields and up at the sparkling sky.

“Happy 6 months.”

“Tsumu, I don’t think anyone celebrates a fuckbuddy anniversary.”

“Eh, whatever. Fuck and drink buddy.”

“...well uh, happy anniversary!”

“Happy anniversary, doll.”

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, slightly dazed expressions on your faces before breaking out into giggles.

“Oh! Right!” you passed him a bottle of beer and opened your own with a spare coin in your pocket. “Cheers!” you clinked your bottle against his before drinking about a third of it.

“Cheers.” Atsumu replied and took his own large gulp of the drink.

You leaned against him the moment he moved the bottle away from his lips. His muscular arm, strengthened by years of playing volleyball made him rather comfortable to lean against. You hummed an unfamiliar tune before sighing in content.

Atsumu looked down at you resting against him. He could get used to this. He realised that lately he had been opting to stay the night after the fun you had together. Whether the time contained pillowtalk or it was just falling asleep in silence, he enjoyed it. Atsumu enjoyed being around you.

You enjoyed it too. People often claimed the blond was an ass but you knew better. There were nights when after you two had sex, the worries of the day or week would catch up to you and you’d end up crying to him. It was awkward at first but he slowly got used to it and eventually would comfort you with food he ordered or a few words of encouragement. (“Yeah it’s that bitch’s fault, go fuck her up.” was probably the most commonly said thing). As the nights passed, you found yourself wanting to spend more and more time with him.

“Hey… the sun’s coming up.” Atsumu said, making you finally look up from your silence. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep on him for a bit. 

As you narrowed your eyes and looked over the fields and fields of crops, you noticed he was right. The first rays of sunlight could be seen peeking over the landscape, bringing light to the sky.

“Woah… it’s pretty.” you whispered in awe.

Atsumu looked over and studied your features for a few seconds. The way your eyes sparkled and was lit by the early morning sunshine, the way your hair bounced just a little as the wind blew, and the way your feet tapped quietly on the dirt in tired excitement. He didn’t want to admit it but he realised he might’ve been falling for you for a while now.

“Thanks for bringing me here. I love it.” you grinned up at him. At the man who you hadn’t realised you had fallen for weeks ago.

“Yeah,” he replied, and in a voice just barely audible to the two of you, he whispered, “and I love you.”

This moment seemed like a perfect time to properly ask you to be his, but he figured he would just let you two enjoy it in silence for a little longer.

[toplinetommy]

You Bring the Moon and Stars to Me (Part One) - Tyson Jost

gif by @pavszacha​

Synopsis: A Soulmate!AU where your soulmark only appears once you fall in love with your soulmate

Word Count: 3.5k

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January 2017 – University of North Dakota

It was your senior year at NoDak, and you couldn’t believe that you had somehow made it through nearly four years of school already. You of course had the help from your roommates who doubled as your best friends, and the hockey team to keep you sane from everything that comes with being a student studying purchasing management. If you were told freshman year you would be buddy-buddy with any D1 sports team, you would’ve laughed.

That’s kind of how you ended up where you were today: a student-athlete tutor. You were a marketing major, loving it so much and needing some extra money, you had decided to tutor the first level econ and marketing classes when you were a second-semester sophomore.

You were in the middle of tutoring a few of the guys that were all enrolled in Intro to Economics when a guy you had never seen came barreling in the room.

“Hey, Boes, do you know when the bus leaves tomorrow? I didn’t write it down and no one sent it in the group chat.” The curly headed brunette spoke. You figured he was on the team with what he said combined with the green UND hockey shirt he wore.

“Uhh 10:30, and don’t be late you saw what happened to Cam last week.” The blonde in front of you chirped. The brunette scoffed as he rolled his eyes, exiting the room just as quickly as he entered.

“Who was that?” you ask the guys surrounding you, bringing your Yeti to your lips for a sip of water.

“Why, you think he’s cute?” Brock smirked, causing both Tucker and Andrew to laugh. He was one of the guys you had been tutoring since freshman year, so you had a closer bond to him then some of the other guys on the team.

His chirp had you choking on the last bit of water in your mouth, “What! I can’t just ask who a guy I’ve never seen before is?”

“Name’s Tyson, he’s a freshman from Canada.” You nodded, noticing the slight accent he had when he spoke earlier. “I think he’s only here for the year though, he was a top 10 pick in the  draft.”

At that, the boys all went back to taking their notes and working on their case studies as the new boy’s face stuck in your mind for a few more minutes.

“By the way, are you coming to our next home game? It’s next Friday.” Tucker said as he put his laptop into his backpack. “I’ll even let you wear my alternate jersey.”

You laughed at this, the boys always making jokes on who’s jersey you got to wear whenever you went to games. “Only if you finish your econ stuff before then.” He agrees, and you and the boys all make your way out of the common room.

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A knock on your front door startles you as you eat your sandwich, and before you can get up to go see who it is, Tucker is walking into your apartment, green sweater in hand.

“Okay, so I might not have washed my jerseys still, so here’s a different one.” He admits, tossing the sweater in your general direction. You unfold the jersey seeing the number 17 stitched onto the sleeves and the name Jost on the back.

“Tuck, I literally have no idea who’s jersey this is?”

“Oh! It’s Josty’s, the freshman. We’re also playing a prank on all the new guys tonight so we stole all of their green jerseys so they think they're missing.” The brunette in front of you laughs to himself. You agree to wear it, only because you don’t really have anything else to wear and you’d thought entertaining this so-called prank would do no harm.

It’s a few hours later and the mystery-man’s jersey looks like it was made to fit you with how it drapes over your shoulders. You’re sitting with two of your roommates that you had to drag along as well as one of their boyfriend’s. One of the many perks about going to a school like North Dakota was that there was one sport everyone bonded over: ice hockey.

Warmups had just started and you finally spot #17 on the ice and that’s when it hits you. Jost. Tyson Jost. Number 17. The freshman, the guy that you had met for the first time just a few days prior. The guy that you thought was kind of cute. No scratch that, not kind of, but definitely cute.

“Dude, Allison,” You nudge your roommates shoulder. “I don’t think the team is playing a prank on the freshies, I think Tuck is playing a prank on me.”

Allison quirks her eyebrows in confusion, urging you to keep talking. “If they were gonna steal their jerseys why would they hand them out to people and not just hide them?” You groan, and Allison doesn’t think too much of it, not knowing the ins and outs of the team like you do.

The game ends with a win, the arena shaking with excitement. You knew the boys would be excited with the win, especially coming after a tough loss earlier in the week.

You and your friends make your way back home and you text the group chat you’re in with the guys you tutor letting them know they played great.

Dumb Jocks + 1 Y/N: great game guys 🤩 *Brock loved the message* Andrew: thanks y/n! Andrew: also party at the house 10pm Y/N: might drag the roomies and make an appearance. and tuck, im ripping you a new one when i see you Tucky: just for that i decided its going to be a jersey party 😈 *Brock laughed at the message*

It’s two hours later when you walk through the front door of the NoDak hockey house. You were probably one of the handful of people there that actually spend time there both sober and when the sun is shining. This gives you much more confidence navigating your way through to the back of the living room, finding the small group of guys you actually know on the team.

The group consisting of Tucker, Andrew, Brock, and Johnny, cheers as you approach them. You walk straight up to Tucker, giving him a hard clap on the shoulder to say hi to him. “Hey, Tucky, you gotta real nice jersey on you there.” You chirp, gesturing to his Drew Doughty jersey. “It’s almost like you play hockey or something.”

Tucker shakes your hand that’s still resting on his shoulder off and points it back towards you. “I think the real story here, bud, is the jersey you’re rocking tonight.” You hadn’t bothered changing out of the green sweater between the game and now, opting to show school spirit. Besides, how often did you get to wear a player’s jersey, right?

You roll your eyes as the other boys look to see the commotion between you and Tucker. The boys snicker at the sight of you two upon seeing the green #17 sweater still adorning your body.

“Tucky, I didn’t know you actually got her to wear it!” Brock emphasized, going into to dap up his teammate. Your head snapped towards the blonde, shooting him, as well as the other boys all a glare.

“Anyways, I’m here to get drunk and win some flip cup, not be patronized by a bunch of dumb jocks.” You joke, looking over your shoulder to see where your other friends went. You say your goodbyes, letting them know you’ll see them around throughout the night.

You’re standing near the staircase with your friends, about halfway done with your third drink when the freshman brunette walks up to your group.

“So that’s where my alternate jersey went, eh?”

You scoffed into your cup, your friends laughing at the confrontation. “Yeah, I guess so.”

An awkward silence falls over your small group, the unintended snarkiness of your tone being felt by everyone. Your few friends leave the two of you, mentioning that they needed refills.

“Sorry about the jersey. I can wash it tomorrow and bring it the next time I tutor the guys.”

Tyson leans against the wall across from you, “It’s no problem. I don’t think we wear them again until next month anyways.”

Silence falls between the two of you again, the one common denominator between the two of you being the jersey hanging over your shoulders.

“So, uh, what do you tutor the guys in?” Tyson pipes up, hiding his expression behind the Bud Light in his hand, bringing it to his lips for a swig.

“Mainly econ, but I help some of the guys in specific classes depending on their major. Like, Johnny and Tucker, for example. They’re both in finance and econ, and I’ve taken a lot of those classes.”

“You’re an econ major then?”

“Oh, no,” you laugh. “My minor is econ, but I’m a marketing major. What about you? Have you decided on a major yet?”

The question pulls a laugh out of Tyson, confusing you. “Yeah, I’m pre-athletic training, but I don’t see myself finishing that out.”

You swallow the rest of your drink and decide to chirp him a bit, “What? Too big of some hockey hot-shot to get a degree?”

That comment elicits another laugh from the Canadian in front of you, and that’s when you decide you could definitely get used to hearing that sound.

He gets ready to answer when Tucker yells at the both of you from the kitchen, “Josty! y/n! We’re about to start flip cup, let’s go!”

Tyson chugs the rest of his beer before setting it on a nearby table and grabbing another one from the case in the fridge. He takes a spot across from you on the other side of the table as you guys jump into the game.

As the games continue, your level of sobriety starts to deteriorate and a light dizziness falls over your body. The current game of flip cup being played is elimination style and your team had lost, the other team electing to have you kicked off your team.

You move to the side, leaning against the kitchen counter to continue watching the game unfold in front of you. You pulled out your phone, trying to figure out where some of your group had disappeared to, seeing that one of them had already left to go hookup with one of her usual hookups.

You start to type back to her, letting her know that you’ll text her when you’re home when you feel a presence next to you. Turning your head to the side you see Tyson reappearing next to you.

He notices the mix of drunkness and tiredness on your face, asking if you were all good. You nod your head, going to scratch the discomfort you feel at the back of your left elbow. “I think I’m getting ready to go home soon, just trying to make sure my friends and I all leave at the same time.”

Tyson nods, tight-lipped, and offers to help you find them. As you walk around the house gathering your friends, the discomfort on your elbow only grows.

April 2017 – University of North Dakota

You’re standing in your apartment, waiting around on Tucker and Brock to come pick you up before the banquet, staring yourself down in the mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door. You get dressed up often, but never quite this dressed up and your nerves are getting the best of you. You don’t think anything can prepare yourself for the dinner you’re about to go to: the North Dakota men’s hockey senior banquet.

As you put your earrings in, you hear a knock on the front door and the boys shouting that they were here. You yell back that you were coming, heading to the kitchen to grab your flask and purse.

“You excited for your first hockey banquet?” Tucker yelled into the kitchen. You had known him for the past two years, regularly tutoring him, and over the course of those years he had somehow become one of your best friends.

Walking out into the living room, where the two boys were sitting, you let them know that you were excited and ready to go.

“Damn, y/n, didn’t know you were such a rocket.” Brock whistles. You roll your eyes at them, but specifically him, and gesture towards the door.

You sit with Tucker and some of the other guys you know from tutoring, and get through dinner barely speaking a word due to all of the speeches being made. The dinner was good, it was a nice break from your cooking and the fast-food you were used to eating on a regular basis.

You got more involved in the conversations as the seniors got to make speeches, asking Tucker what some of the inside jokes and chirps were all about. Lots of laughter and snuck-in alcohol later, the boys and their dates were ready for their bar crawl.

Your large group walks into to the first bar, the boys going straight up to the bar to get drinks as no-one really pregamed. The group ends up all back together for the first bit, taking over one of the front corners of the balcony that overlooks the rest of the bar. You guys were clearly over dressed for the dive bar located right off of campus with all the guys in suits and ties and the girls in dresses and heels, whereas everyone else was dressed for the cold April weather.

Tucker finally makes his way back to you, two drinks in his hand, as he hands one over to you. You thank him loudly and quickly jump into conversation.

“You sad I’m leaving you guys soon?” You yell, with a wide smile on your face. Tucker, Andrew, Brock and Johnny all laugh at you. You were the oldest of the group, as everyone else was either a junior or younger.

“I’ll be sad not being here, but I won’t be sad that I’m finally done with school.” Brock admits, to which he earns a few eye rolls from the other guys. Both Andrew and Johnny weren’t really on a clear cut path to the NHL, instead just playing for the fun of it at this level.

The conversations start to slow down in the group as the music gets louder and more drinks are consumed. Tucker and Brock get pulled away by some of the other guys for a little bit, leaving you alone with some of the girls as well as Andrew and Johnny.

You’re in the middle of a story being told when you hear Brock and Tucker’s booming laughter not too far away from you. When you turn to look at them, they’re standing with Tyson, who looks as if he’s speaking into both of their ears so they can hear him properly. Tucker is grasping his chest as he spots you looking at him, causing him to only laugh harder.

A light flush falls on your cheeks, confused as to why the sight of you makes him laugh more. You put your straw in your mouth, biting down on it as a nervous habit, and look down at your dress making sure nothing was spilled on you.

When you look up again, Tucker is no longer where he was standing and his voice startles you as he appears next to you. “You will never believe what just happened,” he starts, a hint of laughter still laced in his tone. “Tyson just asked me if we were together.”

The accusation makes you laugh, too, the both of you starting to lose your breath at the crazy thought. The both of you had become such good friends over the past 18 months that he was more like a brother than anything else.

The laughter dies down, and a realization hits you. “Why the fuck did he want to know if we’re dating?”

“I think the kid thinks you’re cute.” Tucker smirks, raising his eyebrows before downing the rest of his drink.

Your face flushes again, and as you finally go to respond to the statement you see the culprit of the previous conversation heading your way. Turning to your friend for an escape, you see that he has made himself seemingly disappear into the crowd. By the time you spot the tall brunette he’s out on the dancefloor talking to some girl.

You turn back around, trying to find someone new to start a conversation with when there’s a tap on your shoulder. Looking over your shoulder, you see that Tyson finally made his way over to you.

In light of the new information Tucker has given you, you sheepishly greet the freshman in front of you. His just as shy response gives you a little boost of confidence and you decide to mess with him a little. “Aren’t you a little too young to get into American bars?”

“Perks of my status, I guess.” He shrugs with a hint of cockiness in his tone, a new found confidence showing on his face.

“Oh, the big-shot Canadian hockey player status?”

He laughs pointedly “that’s the one.”

You were trying to figure out how to articulate your words about what he was laughing about with Tucker earlier in the night, when a wet substance pours down your back. Your jaw drops open, shoulders shrugging in both shock and discomfort. The back of your light blue dress is completely and noticeably soaking wet.

Tyson watches everything unfold in front of him. He watches your bright eyes and smiling cheeks do a complete 180 into a scowl. You whip around to whoever spilled their drink on you, ready to give them a piece of your mind. As you open your mouth, getting ready to tell the guy off that he hadn't noticed what he had just done, a large hand wraps around your stomach pulling you back.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal. He’s probably plastered and didn’t mean to spill.” Tyson assures lowly into your ear, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand straight up. The hand not holding your drink goes to hold where Tyson’s hand is placed on your stomach, using his warmth to bring you back down to earth.

You take a deep breath and try to swallow your embarrassment before turning back towards him. You rest wrap your hands around his biceps as he continues to rest his free hand on the small of your back. Looking back up at him only makes you feel embarrassed again, realizing he’s touching the gross substance that was dumped all over you.

“I want to leave.” You let out in a whisper.

“You sure? We can find the other guys and stay if you want and try to have a good rest of the night. I don’t think anyone will care.” Tyson says, caution laced in his soft tone.

Shutting your eyes and tightening your grip on him, you continue, “I care and I just want to go home and shower.” You turn out of his grip for a moment to try and spot either Tucker or Brock in the crowd. You find them rather quickly, both with girls, causing you to sign heavily. “I’m going to call an Uber.”

You start to walk away towards the door but Tyson catches up to you quickly. Grabbing your hand he pulls you back into him slightly. “I had two beers, y/n, I can drive you back.”

You nod your head and thank him for the offer, leading him out of the bar and towards the parking lot. You follow him to his car and as you get to your door, he opens it for you. You thank him and he runs over to the driver’s side, jumps into the driver’s seat, starts the car, and turns the radio down.

His car finally pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, and you lift your head from the car window to turn to him. “Thank you for driving me, I really appreciate it. Sorry you had to miss out on the senior bar crawl for this.”

“It’s no problem, at all. I would’ve wanted to leave under those circumstances, too.” He admits. You give him an awkward tight lipped smile to say goodbye as you hop out of the car. As you open your front door you turn back to wave at him, yelling another thank you.

When you’re in the shower a little while later, you can’t seem to shake the comfort you felt when he pulled you away from the guy that had spilled his drink on you. Smiling to yourself, you turn the water off, dry off and put lotion on your elbows noticing how dry and itchy they both were towards the end of the night.

[jeonchan26]

Hold Me Close (Park Seonghwa)

Theme; Angst & Fluff Member: Seonghwa x female reader Resquested; No Summary: You thought your love story was coming to an end but in reality Seonghwa had a surprise for you. 

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              Looking back at the memories, you would have never thought it would end in a blink of an eye. You remember when you first met, you first kiss, the first I love you’s, and the first time you gave yourself to him. You couldn’t believe that a 2-year relationship was coming to an end and you felt like there was nothing you could do to stop it from happening.

               Today was a beautiful day, the past days it has been nothing but rainy and clouding days. Today the sun was out and about, mother nature let out a nice cold breeze, dressing up in your favorite outside you packed your favorite book, headphones and a small basket of food and made your way to the park across the street from your house.

               You set the blanket down putting the basket on top, taking your book you sat on the blanket and began to read. You were so into your book you didn’t notice the dog running your way or his owner calling out for him. Next thing you knew you had a big dog sitting down next to you waiting for a treat, when you looked up you laugh at the adorable animal.

               “Well who might you be?” You said petting his head. “Where is your owner” you started looking around when you notice a tall handsome guy with black hair running up to you.

               “Buddy, I told you to stay why don’t you listen” He panted trying to catch his breath as he stopped in front of you both. The dog looked back and whimpered before paying attention to you, wiggling his tail in excitement.

               “Im guessing he ran away from you? You must of done something to scare him off like that?” You giggled playing with the dog.

               “I mean I wouldn’t say I scared him off but when he sees a beautiful girl, he can’t help it” He smiled, and you thought it was the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. This guy was drop dead gorgeous, making you blushed at his comment.

               “I don’t think it was the beautiful girl that made him come to me but the basket of treats that she has” you giggled tearing your eyes away from him feeling flustered from starring at him for too long.

               “I’ll beg a differ. Are you here with anybody?” he said looking around to make sure no angry looking guy was stalking your way to beat him up.

               “Nope, just me. Today seemed like a nice day to go out and enjoy the fresh air. Are you umm with anybody?” You smiled looking up at him still petty his dog, who had seemed to grow fond of you and laid his head down on your lap enjoying your fingers on his hair.

               “No, I also came to enjoy the day. Decided to take Buddy out on a walk but as you can tell he ran away and now is enjoy your company more than mind.” He pouted cutely before chuckling.

               “Well you are more than welcome to join me, that is if you don’t mind. I brought enough food for two people” you smiled glancing at the spot next to you.

               You saw him smile before sitting down next to you. “Seonghwa,” He said extending his hand out for you. “Hi Seonghwa, I’m (Y/N)” you smiled taking his hand and giving it a friendly shake.

               Do you remember ever reading or watching how when you touch someone, you felt the electricity run up your arm? You weren’t one to believe in love at first sight but with Seonghwa it felt different, a good different. You blushed pulling your hand away after a while before opening the basket taking out the food. This made Buddy sit up in excitement but was sad when Seonghwa told him he couldn’t have any food. And that is how your first picture with him happened, Buddy sitting between you and Seonghwa while he took a picture of you three.

               Putting the picture back in the box, picking up another picture you noticed it was a from your first date.

               You remember how nervous you felt when you were getting ready, your best friend helped you picked out the perfect outfit, did you hair and make-up. When Seonghwa picked you up he was speechless, you looked so beautiful that there were no words that could describe how beautiful you looked. Give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers he grabbed you hand walking you towards his car before opening the door for you. Seongwha was a complete gentleman that day, it was so easy to hold a conversation with him. You had a nice dinner and a small walk under the city lights, the date couldn’t have been more than perfect. It ended with a goodnight kiss and a second date for the following day.

               You giggled at the memory, remember how the next date was at the arcade and you kicked his in a few games, but you did get a cute little stuff bunny to remember how perfect the day was. Looking through the box of memories it only brought you pain because you knew that Seonghwa was planning to break up with you or at least he was giving you the signs that your relationship was coming to end.

               The past 2 weeks he has been coming home late, ignoring your texts and calls when he answers it is a short reply with, “I got to go” and him hanging up on you. Whenever you ask him about going out on small dates, he always says he is busy and leave to go hang out with the boys.

               You hear the front door open and you quickly wipe your tears and hide the box under your bed. You quickly made your way to fix your make up, tonight he asked you out to go out with him and you said yes in a heartbeat. You decided to wear Seonghwa favorite dress on you, you figure at least after you had something to remind you off him.

               “(Y/N)? Baby, where are you? Are you ready to go?” He said walking into the room taking in your appearance. “Wow baby you look beautiful as always” He said wrapping his hand around your waist pulling you closer to him. You smiled and lean into him letting out a sigh when you felt him kiss the top of you head.

               “Come on we don’t want to be late” He whispered pulling away taking your hand and walking towards the door and out the front door towards your date.

               “Where are we going?” You asked looking up at him, even with heels you had to look up at him but he always found your shortness cute.

               “That is a surprise that I cannot tell you yet” He said opening the car door for you inside you noticed the bouquet of your favorite flowers, he picked them up and handed them you. “Flowers for the most beautiful girl in my world” You couldn’t help but blushed at him taking the flowers from him and getting in the car. Closing the door behind you he took out his phone and sent a text message before getting in the car.

               “I need you to put this on you” He said taking out a blindfold. “Why?” You said confused before letting out a laugh.

               “I told you it’s a surprise and I don’t want it to get ruined” He laughed as you turn to face the window allowing him to put the blindfold on you carefully not to ruin your hair or make-up.

               “You’re not going to kill me and dump me somewhere” you joked fidgeting with the hem of your dress. He took you hand in his as he started to drive and bring your hand to his lips giving it a small kiss making you smile. After a while you felt the car come to a stop and Seonghwa getting out the car making his way towards you, hearing you door open you felt him grab you hand helping out of the car.

               “Watch your step” You heard him say, you felt the butterflies getting bigger in your stomach. You stopped walking and felt Seonghwa behind you taking the blindfold slowly, once it was off you looked around noticing the heart shape candlelight are you. You looked confused but noticed the boys with big smile on their faces sitting down a few feet away from you and Seonghwa. Looking up at him you noticed the shaky breath he let out.

               “2 years ago, I met the most beautiful girl right at this spot thanks to Buddy. Ever since I met that girl I knew she was the one, she made me feel like love at first sight existed and made me realized that everything I everything I ever wanted was right in front of my eyes. I fell in love with the girl that loves me for me and not for Seonghwa from Ateez. I can be myself around her, she makes me smile, makes my heart skip a beat every time she is near me. My love for you gets stronger and stronger every day and I can’t seem to stop myself, but I don’t want too.” At this point you were in tears but seeing him getting in one knee in front of you made your tears start coming out faster. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I don’t want to spend the rest of my live with anybody else but you, would you make me the happiest man alive and become my partner in life, my peanut butter to my jelly, my wife?”

               You gasped hearing the words coming out of his mouth, but you nodded quickly as you couldn’t find the words at the moment. You heard the boys cheer before Seonghwa slipped a ring on your ring finger, not caring about what I looked like you pulled him into a kiss, he picked you up and kissed you back. “I love you so much Seonghwa, you don’t even know” you whispered when you pulled away from him still in his arms.

               “I honestly thought you were going to break up with me” you giggled making him look at you confused. “Why did you think that? Oh, wait don’t answer that” he said remembering the past last two weeks. “I’m sorry but I was so nervous, and you know I can’t keep a secret even if my life depend on it. But I’m sorry for making you feel like I was going to break up with you.” He said kissing your forehead.

               “Forever?”

               “And Always” He said with a smiled before the boys came and pulled you guys apart to congratulate you both.

[alit0my]

Fic prompt if you are taking them! Nile & Booker depression naps together, where Quynh hasn't been found yet and Nile is struggling with dreaming her deaths nearly every night, she finds booker and accidentally falls asleep next to him but for some reason it really helps to keeps the dreams at bay. And they keep finding weird places to take naps in post-exile. Thank you if you do write this!

hi anon! im not gonna miss an opportunity to write about Booker sleeping! also yay booker x nile friendship!! hope this is what you wanted! x

~

Booker was known for his peculiar sleeping habits. Sometimes, Joe would find him half sitting against a wall slouched over, one knee bent up and his hair in front of his eyes.

If the man wasn’t immortal, Joe thinks he would have had the back problems of an eighty-year-old.

Sometimes, it was Nicky who found Booker sleeping on the couch, his long limbs draped off the edges as he slept soundly and comfortably through the noise of the blaring TV, much to Nicky’s amusement. The Frenchman could sleep through a bomb detonating if he had to.

He has.

Andy would always poke him into a more sustainable position whenever she found him sleeping with a twisted back or with his neck too bent. Even at six thousand years old, she was adamant about keeping a reasonable posture, and Booker gave her the shits whenever she found him sleeping oddly.

Naturally, the team told Nile of the Frenchman’s sleeping positions whenever she asked about it, as she had caught him dozing off against a wall, still on his feet. When she confronted Booker about it, he just brushed her off gently.

“Sleep is important for growing bodies,” he winked, drinking some water from the bottle she had handed him.

“You’re not going to tell me the real reason, are you?” Nile prodded, groaning when the man shook his head.

“No, if only to preserve your innocence.”

~

Nile awoke with a gasp, the feeling of water crushing her lungs escaping her as she opened her eyes. Panting, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, silently making her way out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. Grabbing herself a glass of water, Nile turned around and jumped when she saw Booker on the couch, the TV flashing the room with the movie that was playing on mute.

She walked over and waved a hand in front of Booker’s face, humming softly when he didn’t respond, the slight rise and fall of his chest indicating that he was sleeping. Sipping her water, Nile grabbed the remote and switched the TV off, shrouding the pair in darkness as Nile sat down and tucked her feet underneath herself.

She watched the older man for a bit, sipping her water until it was empty.

‘Totally not weird that I’m watching a grown man sleep,’ she thought, placing the empty glass on the coffee table before settling back down on the couch. Resting her elbow on the back of the couch and her head in her hand, Nile exhaled heavily in an attempt to calm herself enough to try sleeping again for the night, wondering how Booker slept in such uncomfortable positions and seemingly avoided lying horizontal at all costs.

She closed her eyes and levelled her breathing. She was a Marine, for crying out loud. She could sleep anywhere too.

So she slept.

~

Nile opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the bleariness as she rose to consciousness. She sat up quickly when she realised she was leaning against someone, nearly giving herself whiplash as she did so and blushing slightly when she remembered joining Booker on the couch to sleep.

“Well, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you detest me by the speed at which you just moved,” Booker grinned and chuckled at Nile’s face, which was still laced with sleep and a little bit of drool on the corner of her mouth.

“Nonsense,” Nile replied, wiping at her mouth. She was not going to get embarrassed about drooling of all things. “I just forgot I moved out here.”

Booker hummed and scratched at his beard, stretching his arms above his head as he stretched, satisfied when he heard multiple joints pop, releasing into a comfortable slouch once more. “Why did you decide to join me? You always give me shit for not sleeping in a bed.”

“Not always!” Nile protested, fixing her hair and draping it over her shoulder. “I just.. dreamt of Quynh last night.”

“Ah,” Booker nodded slowly, in understanding. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”

Nile thought for a moment and frowned slightly. “I didn’t have any dreams when I fell back asleep out here with you. I usually have multiple dreams each night.”

“Well, you’re welcome to sleep on the couch with me whenever you like. We can even pull the bed out and cuddle,” Booker teased, patting Nile’s leg before leaning back again, taking a pause before speaking again. “It’s why I don’t sleep in a bed, Nile.”

“The dreams?”

Booker nodded. “The more comfortable and sober I am, the more dreams I have.”

Nile looked around the room and saw an empty whiskey glass on the coffee table and wondered how she hadn’t seen it last night. “That explains so much.”

Booker simply grinned and stood up, straightening his clothes as he did so. “The offer stands, Nile. If you somehow think being in my presence helps relieve you of your dreams, I’ll gladly accept you as my sleeping buddy. Just be warned, I sleep a lot.”

“Oh I know, Book. I know.”

~

Booker really did sleep a lot.

Nile found him outside in the small garden this particular safehouse had, lounging on a lawn chair with his hat covering his face. Nile glanced at the sky and shrugged at the clear blue skies before walking over to the other lawn chair and pushing it closer to Booker’s, plopping herself down once she was happy.

The sun kissed her skin as she relaxed into the chair, closing her eyes and relishing in the warmth the star provided the earth, her breathing evening out until her consciousness left her.

~

Nile often sought out Booker whenever she had dreams of Quynh instead of the others. She just felt like he understood better, and he was always more than happy to take a nap with her if she felt like.

Their current safehouse was located in Russia, and Booker was more anxious than ever. The first few nights Nile slept by his side as the dreams got bad, but then Booker changed his mind about their offer and refused to settle if Nile was around.

“What’s up with Booker?” Nile asked Andy, who was sharpening her labrys at the kitchen table. The older woman sighed and paused her movements, looking Nile dead in the eye.

“We’re close by to where he first died. It’s still a sore subject for him,” Andy replied, nodding towards the living room where Booker was watching a silent film. “He often gets nightmares about his time in the Grande Armee as well as Quynh, so that might be why he’s pulled away from you. Don’t worry about it too much, he does it to all of us.”

“Huh,” Nile pondered for a moment before walking to where the Frenchman was sitting on the couch and stood in front of him, blocking his view of the TV.

“Uh, Nile, I’m watching something,” Booker spoke, frowning up at her as she held her hands out, hesitantly taking them and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. “What are you doing?”

“We are going to take a nap.”

~

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[karaslluthor]

supercorp fanfic masterpost pt.2

this has been in my drafts for over a year so here ya go and hasn't been updated since then but if u haven't read these then ur welcome. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

its literally a big ass list jsyk and i did all the tumblr tags back then so idk if they are still the same users but hopefully lmao. 

original part 1 is here boysss

MULTI FICS

somewhere i have never travelled (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9268886/chapters/21008012)

kara and lena visit all different places lenas lived and then they find a home together and its super cute and fluffy I cry

Paranoia Incarnated - @justmickeyfornow

mickey is my fucking supercorp spiritual guider with the best fucking fic and ive read it about 322934 times and still is sooo good. Also the whole heartbeat thing KILLS me. SO MUCH ANGST but literally its worth the death u go through trust me

Transcendent Interactions 

Kara and lena share this bond thing from birth and can feel each others emotions and they finally meet and its so great like im actually fucking in love with this fic and kara gets herself off all the time thinking lena doesn’t know idk just read it u wont regret I stg

Closer and Closer (Until We Collide) - @hallow777 

Im a slut for bed sharing tropes and this is so CUTE like lenas all freaking out because she keeps waking up cuddling kara and alex is oblivious to everything and its just soooo good

So, This Happened?

Drunk kara leaves drunk alex for a more suitable cuddle buddy aka lena lesbian luthor and lena sleeps in a supergirl t shirt bc of course

Sojourn 

Holy mother of fuck as if this fic didn’t absolutely ruin my fucking life??? Lena has to go to London for a month so she invites kara to come with her and lena has a gay awakening and realises shes in love with kara and its SO FUCKING GOOD

just one wrong move (baby, baby)

lena is having karas baby from this alien tech accidentally! And lena is so loved and its so cute like honestly and obviously they fall in love bc duh

hold me, my dear (and don't let go)

kara is a professional cuddler and lena hires her services bc shes a sad touch starved young lady and deserves to have some hugs in her life hello fluff my old friend discovering the moon 

alex and lena brotp and holy fuck does it deliver!!!! Alex is like a wingwoman we all need and kara and lena just need to communicate tbh but AMAZING

Focus on Something You Love, and Breathe

Lex is a little shit as always and wants to kill lena bc he thinks shes in love with supergirl (which she is) so kara says she can stay with her and obviously the angst is juicy and ruined my life. So. Good. Read. It.

Offstage 

College theatre au but like literally one of the best college aus ive ever read!!!! Lenas just a big lesbian and karas confused and they bang secretly and its glorious

it's a boy!

lena takes in a super powered alien baby that falls from the sky and gets a weird neighbor in the form of kara danvers and theres not many chapters yet so im not sure whats happening with kara yet but im super excited for this!!!

Break My Fall 

Kara dates monel but kisses lena as supergirl and its angsty and smutty and all round a good fucking time

carefulness can be damned 

Post 3x7, literally smut with some plot need I say more??

A Foolish Wit - @seabiscuits-us​

if you haven’t read seabiscuits fics are you even a supercorp fan?? Lena needs a husband and Clark Danvers is positively charming and also actually disguised as a man, I mean.. quality content

In My Veins

im soooo excited for this fic because the lena/alex brotp is written so well!!! Basically lena and alex become really good friends bc they both deal with their issues by drinking obvs and kara thinks they are secretly dating and gets upset and im SO READY FOR THIS ANGST

Would You Catch Me If I Fall For You ('Cause I'm falling) 

This is absolutely amazing and so captivating and I was honestly on edge the whole time kudos to the author!!!!! Kara goes back in time to warn lena about her dying on the venture and lena falls in love with her but she disappears and then when real kara and lena meet, kara doesn’t remember knowing lena and ughsalkdhsla its so good.

We Need a New Song

Oh my good golly gosh this fic ruined my life. Ballet au that has barely any ballet and an abundance of GAY and I had to take a moment after reading this to collect myself tbh

and stick it into someone else's heart 

Rhea infected lenas boobs in a cage dress with some weird alien stuff and her and kara have to bang or THEY’LL DIE pretty much but they love each other

The Laws of Fate 

soulmate au where everyone has a red string and lenas points to the sky and shes confused af but it’s a gay slow burn and the angst is good for ur soul

My Sun 

Lena gets into a car accident and kara thinks she died but lex is a maniac and wants lenas help and fdjsaklfs it’s a rollercoaster let me tell you

Mercy on Me 

lena falls under black mercy and in order to bring her back karas has to break her poor little gay heart bc lena thinks her and kara are in looooove AWWW heart shatters

Be your own Hero 

Collection of supercorp one shots!!!!!! Quality content lemme tell yaaaa

pick a blossom and hold it to your breast (honey, you know that’s my love bursting loud from inside) 

kara and lena rely on their late night phone calls with each other and get the feels and go on a date and they are just cute adorable dorks that are nervous  

your voice is pretty, baby (but i’d rather have your pretty skin instead) 

part 2 of pick a blossom ^^^ still adorably cute and a smut chapter I mean come on, treat yoself

Firsts 

kara and lenas first told in the cutest wayyyyyyyy

Whispers 

lena works with lillian to save supergirl and its oh so angsty and kara always believes her girl bc that’s canon

My personal Santa in heels 

Kara loves Christmas almost as much as she loves lena, almost

Timer 

Soulmate AU where everyone can have a device installed to tell them the time until they meet their soulmate, kara and lena love each other but kara cant have a timer installed obvs kryptonian skin and its so cute and soft and angsty

The Fatal Flaw 

Super cool and different fic and keen to see more chapters from this!! Kara doesn’t have her powers (yet) and she meets lena at a party at college and then clark tells her shes actually an alien ooooo im keen

Stay the night 

Lena inherits the national city womens basketball team and star player kara danvers is a muscly babe and they try not to fall in love BUT ITS JUST TOO HARD BECAUSE THEY ARE SOULMATES also I love jack in this such a wingman

1865 

MATTTTTTTTEEEE lena is the daughter of the governor and shes a little rebel. She falls in love with kara but her family has arranged her marriage to monel BUT LIKE THEY JUST LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH btw they are aliens but like in 1865 so cool. Pls update I love this so much

All Our Bodies in the Grass - @seabiscuits-us​

fuckkkkk this fic honestly, amish au and lena knows nothing but kara is down to help her out while also sharing lovely girl mags ;)

B.F.F.W.E.B

Kara and lena are friends with benefits but feels get involveddddd, lenas a useless lesbian

All the little lies 

Kara comes to earth and falls in love with lena but she has to go back to krypton and breaks lenas heart in the process, but she comes back and its only been like 7 months but its been like 3 years for lena!!! (I cant remember exact dates don’t judge me)

half melted m&m's 

lena needs a fake wife to stay in the country so kara is ever so helpful and agrees to be her wife, oh I do love a fake wife trope and this delivers!!!!

The Wrong Superhero 

Lena gets saved by batwoman and supergirl thinks she is super jealous because of superhero-related reasons but shes just in love with lena

We'll Take on the World 

College au, just useless fools in love that need to communicate and make out more

And they call me from beyond the stars 

Omg I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH ok so kara is a ghost (still from krypton and stuff) but no one can see her except lena so lena works on trying to get her back into the physical plane of existence so she can find alex but they FIND LOVE WITH ONE ANOTHER oh my god so angsty let me tell ya be warned

Wait for me to come home 

https://lostariels.tumblr.com/

idk where to even start on this fic honestly, im pretty sure most people have read this bc it’s a rite of passage but fuck it gets me everytime!!!! Army au and there is so much angst and I love it

An Unexpected Surprise 

supercorp baby au!!! Kara and lena bang and kara ends up preggers. Iconic  

Days in a Lifetime 

Kara and lena grow up together, massive slowburn but worth the wait!!!!! ACTUALLY GO AND READ ALL OF STENS BECAUSE I JUST REALISED HOW MANY I PUT IN HERE AND THEY ARE ALL FUCKING GREAT

Do you wanna (like you know I do) - @seabiscuits-us​

another seabiscuit, I couldn’t not put this in!!! CAPE COD and sharing of bunk beds!!! Pls update this my soul is withering away

Purple and Black are my Favorite Colours 

Kara gets in contact with kryptonite that makes her gp! And her and lena b a n g    

ONE SHOTS

danishes and other sweet treats 

oh my fuck this is so cute and its like a long one shot so I mean get on it because kara and lena go to a conference and share a hotel room need I say more  

Sun Kissed 

Kara takes lena on a roadtrip to the science museum for her birthday and my good golly gosh its so cute I could ascend to heaven

Only Human 

A one shot with two chapters in different POV but lenas jealous of monel and then supercorp bang and its all angsty and lena protects kara and tbh they need to communicate but happy endings and love all round

The Right Thing 

Lena freaks out because lex knows her and supergirl are dating and does the most dramatic thing (of course) by distancing herself from kara and did I say angst???/ also I cried multiple times in this

funny how the stars crossed right 

Kara and lena keep meeting at parties and have super dorky costumes and fall in love (literally love anything written by you btw, im going to go ahead and say I would have all yours bookmarked so everyone just check them ALL out)

Accidental Text

kara accidentally sends a love confession to lena and its short and cute!      

Unspoken Promises

supergirl and reign battle and lena finds out about kara being supergirl and supercorp are just obliviously in love

Green (Kara loves it and hates it in equal measure)

Im a sucker for a jealous trope and boy does this deliverrrr. Karas hella jealous of lena having other friends but realises its because shes super in love with her

Crush

Karas jealous because lena is flirting with supergirl but lena knows kara is supergirl so shes actually flirting with kara, nice!

My Donuts

Karas really jealous of sam and lena spending heaps of time together and then kara walks in on them having donuts and she fucking loses it because its their thing duh.

when we get there 

Lena invites kara to her beach house to chill and they obvs fall in love because they are cute af

Have a Break 

Lena is determined to work out how to use a vending machine to get kara her candy and kara and winn are watching it all unfold via cameras in catco, basically lena vs. the machine (himym singing voice)

Self doubt and comforting talks 

Drunk kara, comforting lena fluff and adorableness

Shopping carts and a beautiful girl 

Kara crashes into lenas car in a shopping cart and they go on a date and its SO CUTE

Distractions 

lenas oblivious to kara being supergirl even though kara slips up all the time!!! #nicehalloweencostumekara

Lip Bites & Long Gazes 

lenas a big gay flirt and kara gets frustrated and flustered and calls her out and they make out

Off the Record 

kara spots lena at a gay club and they dance and make out *lizzie mcguire voice this is what dreams are made of*

Not so secret 

the superfriends take a weekend away and kara and lena bang pretty much smut but its cute

come be my lover, be my getaway car 

How many amazing tropes can you fit into one fic (aka the fic that made me lose my fucking mind oh my god its so good, had it include)

A one time thing

Kara and lena end up banging in a motel and kara has an internal meltdown its great

This is Home 

Listen here, this is the most adorable thing my two eyes have ever witnessed. Lena doesn’t really have a home kara the sweet soul she assists her in finding a home with her (aka its kara, kara is her home get it)

Her Biggest Fan 

lena is apart of the supergirl fandom, aka shes me

Drunk Puppy

kara being a drunk gay mess wanting to hunt seashells with lena

Act Natural

kara and lena have hickies and try to hide them on a beach trip with the gang  

Like a date, date 

kara asks lena on a date and lena has a gay panic attack pretty much

Datable 

everyone thinks kara and lena are dating so they just start dating? Amazing

Stop following me, creep 

Please clarify 

Lena tries to tell kara she loves her and wants to date but karas an alien and just doesn’t get it, so cuteeeee

Fate is Written in the Ink (part 1) 

Fate is Written in the Ink (part 2)

Soulmate au!!!! Any ink on your skin appears on your soulmates and omg its so cute like kara draws all this art on herself and lena gets to see it too!!!!!

Muddle my heart (then add a dash of lime) 

Kara keeps going to the bar because punk/bartender Lena is a babe and she has a big lesbian crush on her

be hopeful, don't get broken (stay caught up in the moment) 

angsty dog au and I mean PUPPIEs and SUPERCORP need I say more?

The makings of a family 

Clark is the one who arrives after being stuck in the phantom zone and kara has to look after him and lena helps her out and wow new baby for supercorp

Let Your Guard Down 

Lena in a DEO uniform sparring with kara and its so angsty because lenas mad at kara for not telling her the supergirl secret and then they bang and did I already mention lena in a DEO uniform???  

Do you not like the service here?

Thirsty kara and waitress lena, lenas jealous of alex l o l

here is where time is on our side (part 1) 

our corner of the universe (part 2) 

long oneshot but fuck me its so good. Post daxamite invasion/mon-el coming back and both are healing from everything and go on a roadtrip just wherever the map takes them and oh my fuck its so cute and everything u want in a fic. Part two is the follow up

The Uncanny Valley 

cadmus replaces real lena with a robot version and kara didn’t know but then kara finds lena and its cute  

put these battered bones to rest 

soulmate au (you should know by now im a sucker for a good soulmate au), lena has a foreign name on her hip (its kara btw)

pain

another soulmate au hhehehe soulmates feel each others pain obvs both these babies have a lot of paiiiiiin in their lives

Love is Garbage 

Literally a garbage truck au, im not even going to say more

i know you're out there somewhere waiting (i know the stars can hear us praying) 

Whats this??? Another soulmate au!!! Classic lover one arm, enemy on the other, honestly lena deserves more and just waits for kara to love her and I love this fic, also they help sam!!  

Monster in the Mirror 

Supercorp reveal in the middle of the lena/edge poisoning children episode oooooooh so angsty but happy love ending

Safety 

Supercorp first ever sleepover!!! This is so cute stop

Please Clarify 

Lena tries to ask kara out in every single way possible and kara is an oblivious alien

love is a flower, you gotta let it grow 

Unrequited love makes u grow flower petals in your lungs but when ur love is returned it clears up, this was dope and I love ur work

where our hands hurt from healing - @seabiscuits-us​

its seabiscuit do I need to say more?????? I will tho. Alex and lena match on tinder and become besties and I live for alex/lena brotp so….

blessed be (the mystery of love) - @seabiscuits-us​ 

*dj Khaled voice* ANOTHER ONE, look I love every single fic this one does not disappoint and nothing like a good light hearted first date fisting hahahahahaha

The Luthor and the Super That Saved the World 

Fit it fic for the season three finale where there is more supercorp and less shit writing, LOVE STENS WORK

Kara Danvers and the Brown Belt of Lesbianism 

Karas gay brown belt that she always wears that makes her look like a big ol lesbian drives lena mental bc she so gay

SIN

ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING BY JAZZFORDSHIRE IM NOT FUCKING JOKING LET YOURSELF FALL INTO THIS SMUTFEST AND LIVE UR BEST FUCKING LIFE AND IF YOU HAVENT READ THE CAMPING AU UR NOT EVEN A SUPERCORP STAN

Pleasure 

like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry 

What Happens in the K Room Doesn't Stay in the K Room 

green-eyed monster

Kara shows Lena what makes her Super 

Supergirl, Kara, and a Luthor walk into a bar... 

Late Night Heroics 

Good Vibrations 

Two Lena Luthors and a blonde walk into a bedroom... 

Her perfect match 

Girls' Night 

Happy Halloween, Supergirl 

What She Wants 

make the rules then break them 

an animal within an animal 

THE WILDEST THING IVE EVER READ, STRAP THE FUCK IN (youll understand my pun when you’ve read it)

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A Bloom In Time Ch8 Discovery P2

(Warning: Death Scene ahead. The third floor is the same cut third floor in the video here and all the things described are here as well. Only behind the door is something different for the story. And Snatcher's dialogue came from the video of the cut content as well. )

The guards marched the poor woman now panicking in their grip flailing about, trying to get out of their grip like a fly in a cold spiderweb to no avail. The two giant guards marched noisily towards somewhere unknown as the third floor rooms and hallways passed them as they marched with seemingly no regard for the woman yelling and pulling between them. Eventually marching down one hallways in particular with a double door room at the end of it, heavy and thick with chains and locks fit for a dungeon instead of a bed room. The two guards went right up to it and before Poppy could even yell out peck again- She was tossed in rather hard. She landed with a giant thud sound and yelped out as her body landed with the freezing cold floor. And it only began to get colder and COLDER!! Poppy groaned from the pain but those blue eyes snapped open at the sudden noise of doors slamming behind her. Panic and adrenaline pumping through her veins and she stumbled to her feet as fast as she could. The rattling of chains and clicking of heavy locks made her fear spike worse and she went to it as fast as she could grabbing the door knob and pushing.

"HEY!! WHAT THE PECK!? LET ME OUT!!" The heavy doors creaked from her pushing and pulling and desperately turning the knob. The floor shaking lightly with the heavy footsteps of the guards walking away. The realization of them walking away made her more desperate to get out, and she now went to banging on the door. "H-HEY!! DO YOU LUGNUTS HEAR ME?! I SAID I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING OK?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT IM SORRY OK!! PLEASE!! LET ME GO!! I SWEAR TO YOU I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING THAT CRAZY SHADOW LADY SAID!!"

She got no reply and could hear them getting and farther away, panicking she tore herself away from the door. Heart hammering in her ears and eyes scrambling around the dark room for any signs of escape to no avail. No windows. No other doors. Nothing. The coldness was starting to creep in now and the shadows of the room got closer....and closer...... Her panting became faster and in a moment of desperation, she backed all the way to the other side of the empty room and looked at the door. Bracing herself, she ran as fast as she could across the room and rammed her shoulder as hard as she could into the heavy duty door. A thud rang out but there wasn't even a dent in the thick would. Leaving her only falling to the ground and reaching up to rub her sore shoulder from the ramming. The cold slowly creeped closer and closer and the shadows swallowed her whole until her world fell into a black slumber for a thousand years. ....... ............. ................................

Until her awakening years later.

The silence of the frost was an almost empty numb feeling until that jolt of energy shot through, and their was a gasp of air sucked into those newly awakened lungs that coughed and sucked in breaths. Like she had been under water for such a long time. It was dark. And it was cold. And she was scared. But the energy.....It was so big. And so bright light energy. It seemed to chase the darkness away. The sore, numb, stiff limbs moved in what seemed like forever. It was so hard and she shivered from the cold she still felt. Where was she?.....What happened?.....What was that bright light?

Poppy weakly managed to move her sore, cold body into pushing her front half up and looking around the room....She was...She was still in this prison? What happened? All she remembered was a crazy snow storm, and guards, and the last thing she remembered just being thrown inside here. In the dark her slow blinking eyes could vaguely make out the door. She...She must've knocked herself out from ramming into the door. Gotta admit not her most proudest moment or best idea. How long was she even out?...Didn't matter. All she knew was that she was still stuck in that room and needed to get out before that crazy shadow lady or guards decided to come back. And get away from this frozen wasteland as fast as possible. Willing herself onto her hands and knees, and crawled to the door and began weakly pushing and banging on it. Maybe someone would come and hear her out about her story.

And someone came.

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Out of all the parts of the mansion she'd been in, the third floor was by fair the most creepy and she REALLY doubted anyone other than her and Snatcher had ever gotten this far up in the manor before and escaped Vanessa's wrath. The mafia men. Snatcher's subjects. Those Explorer guys. Rough Patch. That weird....ghost thing?? That one image made her shiver, but at least they were far away from this place now. But still. This place was creepy with a capital C. She was SURE she'd rather fight a hundred Snatcher's with an army of ghost behind him rather than explore one room of this third floor. Her ghostly friend wasn't kidding when he said Vanessa went off her deep end. The entire third floor was just COVERED wall to wall in literal newspapers. Very, VERY old timey newspapers where each one had to be hand written with an ink and pen, and copy machines weren't even a thought. She tried reading one before but found she couldn't make anything out other than maybe one or two old faded words. Some had old pictures but those were too faded to be made out too. But what she could read was Vanessa's crazy black paint scribbles painted throughout the entire place. Most were 'PRINCE', 'PRINCESS', 'QUEEN', 'KINGDOM', and VERY scarily 'HAPPILY EVER AFTER'. Along with multiple drawings of a crown here and there. But those weren't the only writings on the walls. She guessed Vanessa had at least a bit of sanity left before she lost it all because she found some full blown sentences and pictures around the place when she first explored it too. Some very weird things. In one room with a clawed chair she found a blue and green picture of a moon she guessed with an annoyed red face and a yellow crown on it's head. Not too sure what that was all about. Then there was another drawing of the moon phases over a curved line and under it looked like two eyes and a monicule similar to Moonjumper's but she didn't wanna think about that. Then there was the spooky eye and solor system diagram. And then there was the weird mural thing, looked like someone just spray painted a basic green land, blue sky, and bright sun or moon in the same colors used to draw that weird frowning moon picture. Vanessa must've been REALLY off her rocker, but what spooked her the most weren't the pictures or newspapers, but the very strange three fancy cursive writing sentences she found among them all. She still remembered them.

"The Prince loves the moon so much MAYBE HE SHOULD MARRY IT THEN MAYBE HE CAN GIVE ME MORE ATTENTION!!" She remembered Snatcher and Moonjumper saying he loved to watch the moon and stars when he was alive. So she guessed Vanessa was jealous of him loving the moon and stars as a hobby just as much as when she was Jealous over bacon. "My prince Im sorry what happened to your home I just didn't like to see you go It's alright now you can't miss it and neither will I." Hattie felt even MORE sorry for the two ghosts when she read that. They never had a chance. "I know it was weird how I said it! I just didn't want you to get unbound. All I want was for you to never leave this house." YEP!! REALLY WEIRD AND VERY OBSESSIVE!!!

She still crept forward keeping her umbrella handy and looking left and right throughout the dark. Yeah, Vanessa was still unconscious, human, and trapped inside a bathroom with no escape, but that still didn't help Hattie feel better. I mean any second she was expecting to see or her stupid, scary ghost self pop up around a corner or coming out of one of the rooms. THAT LADY WAS NUTS!!! The small creaking sounds of banging continued up ahead and the child pointed the umbrella forward, ready to blast anything at a moment's notice. She wondered for a moment if Snatcher had been right, and there really was no one up there, that it was all just the wind. Though she never heard anything like that before, she also never saw anyone frozen so maybe he was right....But that didn't sound like wind. As she tiptoed by she saw an old camera and remembered Snatcher's interference with her trying to get the time piece from the attic. Who knew he could shapeshift to look just herself. She still remembered it like it was yesterday, a camera flash then came the noodle she knew and loved to mess with. He didn't like her winning too much.

"Hey, hey now! No reason to throw a fist at your old buddy! Ha ha ha ha! What are you doing up here?" Then he appeared in the light from the camera "Don't you know she'll go mental if she catches you?" NNnnnooo. Really? She would've thought Vanessa was just chasing her to come and eat cookies like she said, not definitely turn her into an ice statue. So she asked him what he was doing there interfering with the contract they had. "What me? Im just looking for some dirt on my old friend the Moonjumper. Poor fellow. Doesn't even know he used to live here." She SEVERELY doubted that. When she first met Moonjumper he seemed super aware of the fact Vanessa was his ex lover and Hattie suspected that Snatcher was just mocking him which confirmed her suspicions with the next sentence. "Eeeeevery time I bring him something from this place he almost wets his bed in fear. Ha ha ha ha!" YEP! Moonjumper def knew who Vanessa was. "Subcon Forest isn't big enough for the two of us you know. And now you, a little girl, is trying to enter the fight for the forest as well? My, my. That won't do. You need to go or else she'll come up here and find you, right? I guess it would be a terrible misfortune if the key disappeared. Ha ha ha ha!" Oh yes. The good mindset he had that everyone was trying to take his forest and admitted at first he thought she was trying t invade his forest since he heard a lot about alien invasions. Then she had to go around chasing him while dodging Vanessa when he stole the key to the attic from her. "Ha Ha! It's mine! What are you gonna do?Don't you know you can't hurt a shadow?" .....Yeah. She got it back, but he was a sore loser as always. "You want the key? Take it! It's yours! I don't need it anyway and you won't be needing it either when she catches you! Ha ha ha!!" Jokes on him! She never will and he always lost to her!

But right now she'd give anything to hear that loud mouth yell at her, or the sweet voice of Moonjumper. But instead she heard nothing but the sounds of the smaller banging like the wind hitting the roof over and over again, but it didn't come from above. It came from right in front of her. She crept forward ever so slowly, the lightning lighting up the room every few moments as the child tip toed her way down the hall and towards the noise until it lead her face to face down a long stretch of hallway. It was dark and lead all the way down to that weird heavily locked door she had scene when she first got here. At first she thought it was the attic but the key Snatcher stole from her way back when didn't fit, so she just assumed it was more of Vanessa's crazy stuff. But the noises.....they were coming from the inside of the door. The chains were swaying lightly with each small bang from what she could see from the lightning. The rusty chains and locks shone in the light as well as the giant signs painted on it that read "STAY OUT" and "NEVER OPEN" and "TURN AROUND". Since when did she listen to signs, she slowly inched forward and brandished her umbrella in front of her just in case. But now this begged the questions. Why was the door making the weird noise? Was someone locked inside the room? How did they get in there? Were they a bad guy? The floor bourds creaked with her footsteps as she approached and after a second the noises completely stopped-.......Which confused the child into raising an eyebrow and walking over to the door. Gazing across the many things holding it shut before gaining up the courage to ask a question.

"Hello?"

There was silence for a good long moment. Tho Hattie couldn't see it, the woman on the other side of the door felt like she was about to cry from relief and happily answered back after another few short seconds.

"H-Hello?"

Hattie obviously jumped at the sudden raspy woman's voice coming from the other side of the door, but after a brief moment she realized with relief it wasn't Vanessa's voice. Then who was it? Another prisoner? She stood on her tip toes ad if trying to peer through the key hole under the doorknob. "Who are you?"

Her. THROAT. WAS. DRIER THAN A SANDSTORM!! It felt like she hadn't drank any water in a hundred years, but she was SO happy someone was even talking to her. This might be the hope she was looking for. The other's voice was clearly female and Poppy wondered old she was. She sounded quite young. "M-My name is Poppy. P-Please let me out *cough cough* I swear I d-d-didn't do anything wrong!"

"How did you get in there? Did Vanessa freeze you too?"

Vanessa? Who's Vanessa? The only Vanessa she knew was the Queen, but despite the Queen's strange behaviors and laws, from the few times she'd seen her in the village she seemed like a lovely lady and the children loved her so much. "I-I d-don't know who Vanessa y-you're referring to, but some crazy *cough* shadow lady made two iron giants kidnapped me and locked me in here. I-I think I've been in here for a couple hours, b-but I assure you I NEVER committed treason against the Queen."

So Vanessa locked her up and froze her too? That sounded like something the crazy old coot would do after all. "Don't worry! Im going to get you out like everyone else!"

Poppy felt her face smile for the first time in hours since she got there. "T-Thank you! B-But hurry! Im not sure when the guards or that shadow lady's going to come back!"

Hattie looked up and around at the old locks and chains all keeping it together. Ok. She didn't have the key and didn't know where it was, probably only Vanessa knew and she wasn't about to go asking the crazy lady for a key, and she probably wasn't physically strong enough to pull them from the door even if they were old and rusty. Snatcher was definitely no use, he'd just flop over like a helpless teddy bear.......But there was one way she could think of.

"Can you walk?"

Poppy blinked at the question. "What?"

"Can you walk? You need to back off the door!"

"Why?"

"Because Im going to blast it open."

Blast it?! Did this child have dynamite?! Or a canon?! Or did she know some magic? Either way she was not about to get caught in the crossfires of this, so willing her sore and numb body, she dragged herself away from the door to the opposite wall. Her lower half felt like a bowling ball. it hurt. It was like pins and needles on steroids and her legs were really sore and she barely got out of the way before a loud BOOM! was set off behind her that knocked her down face first onto the floor and on instinct her hands slammed down on her head to protect her from the flying splinters of wood and metal that shot out into the room. The blast seemed to have shaken the entire third floor and their was probably no doubt anyone in the entire manor could've heard the blast. Hattie stared at the remains of the doors that remained on the hinges and hummed. Maybe she should've tried picking the lock first just oh well. She just hoped that blast didn't wake up ms goldie crazy locks downstairs. Still brandishing the umbrella, she crept forward towards the door and peeked inside the room once she got close enough hearing movement inside. Inside was a.....woman? A lady with long braided red hair and a face of matching freckles was sitting on her knees staring back at the little girl. Her hands in a position that made Hattie think she must've been dusting debris from the blast off of her and the two stared at each other for a moment before Hattie finally spoke.

"Who are you?"

Poppy stared at her for a moment before blinking and replying. "I could ask you the same thing. .....But to answer your question. My name is Poppy. Poppy Rose Bloomington. What's yours, little girl?"

She blinked. "Hattie." She finally lowered her umbrella a little bit and watched as Poppy struggled to her feet leaning against the wall. She certainly didn't look very threatening, and she didn't get any dangerous vibes off her. Her vibes were more like DJ Grooves only less fun. So she decided to repeat her question to her once she saw Poppy's wobbling legs. "Can you walk?"

Poppy nodded leaning against the wall, her legs felt heavy and like jello, but she HAD to get outta there. "I have no choice! We have to get the peck outta here before someone comes and does something worse than lock us inside a room." She gave another look around at the mess. "....But it looks like you can take care of yourself fine, Little witch."

Hattie smiled. "Im not a witch. I just used the magic badge thingy on my umbrella." She swayed her umbrella and followed as Poppy made her way towards the door. "But maybe I am. That could be why Snatcher used to call me a little witch. Can you be a space travelling witch?"

Poppy barely paid attention to the little girl but absolutely froze at the sight of the horrifying ruined third floor walls, and the darkness covering them all. ........This wasn- Lightning struck outside the windows and lit up the whole third floor for a minute, revealing the faded papers and words painted all over them. Wha-...What HAPPENED HEAR!? It didn't look like this when she was dragged up here a couple hours ago. There was still snow and the chilly freeze she surely remembered, but the horror tale was new.

"W-What happened here?"

Hattie bounded up next to her confused. "What are you talking about? It's always been this creepy. At least that's what Snatcher told me. He used to steal things and scare Uncle Moon with them." She gave the still frozen older lady a look over.....Did she..look familiar somehow? Nah. But that begs the question. What was she going to do now that she found her? Snatcher already told one of his helpers to take everyone to his tree house, and she didn't know any long ways around. Plus judging by Poppy's current state, she didn't think she'd be able to jump over the bridge. She'd just fall into the ravene. ........Well, it seemed like there was only one way to quickly get her out safely before she put the time piece back together was to take her back to her ship, at least until she cleaned up Snatcher's mess. Then she'll take her to Mafia town or something. Hattie grabbed the woman's hand, who flinched at her touch and started pulling her along down the hallway, but stopped when she felt Poppy stumble and almost fall over. "...Are you ok?"

Poppy Nodded. "Uh..Yeah. B-But maybe don't move so fast ok?"

Hattie nodded and eagerly began pulling her along down the wall and again Poppy began to glance around in horror around her. ....It surely wasn't this dark when she was first taken up here. How could so much change have happened within just a few hours of her knocking herself out ramming into the door? Things only got worse when the child slowly lead her down the stairs towards the second floor. Poppy vaugly remembering it as she was brought up and thrown in there, but she didn't expect there to be so many claw marks lining the walls, it was much better looking than the third floor for sure and at least with this floor there was candles lit so she could see but that still didn't calm her nerves. Who made these marks? The crazy shadow lady or something else? The creaking of their footsteps echoing throughout the halls, she hoped no one heard them-

"KIDDO!! YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLAINATION FOR WHATEVER I HEARD UPSTAIRS, YOUNG LADY!!" "PECK IT, SNATCHER!! SHUT UP WILL YOU!?" "HEY!! IM NOT THE ONE WHO MADE AN EXPLOSION GO OFF!!" "WELL IF VANESSA ISNT AWAKE SHE IS NOW!!"

The loud voices made Poppy jump and release herself from the child's grip as she snapped her head wide eyed towards the direction of the voices she had just heard. One sorta distorted and raspy and the other like a proper city gentlemen yelling. The child however just smiled and began bounding her way over to an open door near the front of the hallway and stuck her head in. When Hattie looked inside she saw the two ghosts stuck together already looking in her direction, Snatcher making them scowl at her. She noticed the two had somehow taken the red blanket off the bed and threw it over their shoulders while she was gone. Messing up the bed but at least having something to keep them warm in the meantime. The book opened to page '23'. Snatcher was always a fast reader.

"Hi! Yeah, it was me."

"What the absolute PECK were you doing?! Trying to set the building to the ground?!," Snatcher demanded of her. Both Moonboy and himself had noticed the loud BAM noise from somewhere above them. It sounded like a cannon was shot through the side of the building above them shaking the whole house and if it weren't for their current state, Snatcher would've immediately ran up there and seen what had happened for himself, but unfortunately he couldn't without falling flat on their face and had to wait for approaching footsteps to know she was alright. But now she might be in trouble by the ghost. "Are you TRYING to wake the crazy pecker up?! I'd rather NOT have any crazy women screaming their head off about 'her prince' until Im back to normal!...What the PECK even happened?!"

"I found a lady!"

He rose a brow. "You found a what?"

Hattie jabbed a thumb behind her at the still frozen and confused Poppy. "I found a lady locked in that room upstairs. The one with all those scary locks, she's wearing a funny apron."

Snatcher was silent for a moment processing what he had just heard. A woman was inside the locked room upstairs? Who? Moonjumper thought of a possible solution really quick. "An apron you say?" Hattie nodded. "Hm. Sounds like one of the old cleaning maids." "Heh. Vanessa would be crazy enough to lock away a cleaning lady in a room with a ton of locks. But what was that noise?"

The child held up her umbrella. "The locks wouldn't unlock. So I blasted it to bits!"

"You blasted down doors to free a cleaning lady?"

''Hey! I said everyone gets to be free! And It's not like Vanessa can sue me. She's more empty headed than those no-headed statues outside."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" That got a round of laughter from Snatcher that made Poppy flinch outside. From her spot she couldn't see anything inside the room. Not that she wanted too, but now they were smiling. "That's the truest thing you've ever said, Kid!"

"Uh huh! Also, Ill be right back! I gotta take her to my ship!"

"What? You're leaving me again?!" "Us you creton. But you're leaving after just coming back?"

"Im just gonna take her to my ship so she's not turned back into another human-ice statue. And I won't really go back myself." She waved her umbrella at them. "Ill just use this to take her back outside, and come right back! Promise."

They stared at her for a moment, before she heard Snatcher grumble and turn back around down to their book. "Make. It. VERY. QUICK!! Ok? We can't just keep delaying this, Kid. I want OUT of this thing as soon as possible!! And that means NOW!!"

"It won't take long! Promise." She turned back away from the door smiling and ran back up to Poppy. The woman blinked and looked down at the little girl that grabbed her hand and started tugging her along again. "Come on! Don't step on any glass on the floor. I still have to fix it!"

Poppy didn't say anything but she allowed herself to still be dragged away by the child. Hattie lead her around the glass pieces and down to the next flight of stairs waiting to take them to the first floor, footsteps echoing around them. Poppy blinked and couldn't help but look over to the open door as they passed, Snatcher had already turned back to the book with a sour expression and didn't see who Hattie was dragging past the door, though Poppy had see someone wrapped in a blanket and a bit of brown hair sticking out of the blanket. Blinking she turned back to the small child still dragging her away and soon they decended down the second flight of stairs.

"Who w-was that exactly?"

"Oh! That's Snatcher. He's my dad. Don't worry about him being scary, he's just a big soon-da-rey." She giggled a little bit confusing the woman a little more. She had no idea what a soon-da-rey was.

The first floor wasn't as better from the first. Still cold. Still spooky looking. Still had random claw marks everywhere and she was still looking around in fright. Was that shadow monster going to pop out any moment? Where were the guards? In fact, where was everyone? She hadn't seen a single servant, guard, or even the Queen since she was broken out. Oh she hoped they were ok, she'd hate to know what would've happened if worse case scenario. And on that note of questions, who was this child? How did she and her father get in without getting hurt? Was she a little witch? She sure seemed like it with the blast she just performed. And where was she taking her? Outside hopefully, she'd rather be outside than inside this creepy prison. She glanced down as they passed by the painting Snatcher smashed and winced, Poppy did NOT want to stick around long enough for whoever did all this to come out. SO she rather take her chances with a little witch than a crazy shadow ghost. Hattie didn't stop even as she lead Poppy past the doors which made her turn in their direction and point.

"Where are we going? The front doors are right over there."

"I know but they're blocked up by this use snow pile and there's this headless statues that are REALLY creepy and they try to grab you. And I don't think Snatcher would like it if I blasted another door. We have to go this way!" She pointed ahead of them to yet ANOTHER flight of stairs that looked like it lead into the basement.

It gave Poppy an off feeling but she still didn't stop the child from pulling her towards it with their footsteps echoing behind them until they decended into the darkness of the stairs. It was overwhelming dark for a moment, before there was a splash and her whole foot suddenly felt wet and cold. One or two candles along the wall lit up the broken down walls and to Poppy's shock, there was water EVERYWHERE on the ground, must've been at least five or six inches deep because as she still allowed her shocked self to be lead through. Her Shoes and ankles getting absolutely cold and soaked, she hoped she wouldn't get sick from the cold. The cold stung herself and she looked around, their watery footsteps echoing around the home and she shivered at a pair of chains lightly clacking against the walls from the breeze coming from yet ANOTHER pair of stairs up ahead and they could see light at the end of the tunnel. As Poppy was lead up the stairs she blinked back away from the sudden cold that blasted her face and crept through her simple dress. As they reached the top of that stairway, blinding white caused her to blink and reach her hands up away from Hattie's grip to rub at her eyes. The storm and cold winds were still blowing, and as Hattie looked around she hummed. No foot prints left by the others, so she had no idea where they went and she'd have to stick to the original 'take lady to my ship' plan, luckily the dome's top let in the moonlight and a surefire way to let them get there. She'd get back by having Snatcher teleport her or using the time piece to teleport her back there, right now she had to hurry and get back to fix said time piece.

"This way quick!" Poppy stumbled as the child regrabbed her hand and pulled her forward almost making her fall flat on her face into the snow. The cold winds made their hair blow around with the snowflakes and the cold felt worse, especially on her wet feet and legs as they trudged through the snow at the insistence of the child until they were a couple yards away from one of the icy dome walls and far from the back of the manor. Hattie seemed pleased as she turned around and smiled at Poppy. Taking the hand she was holding and forcing the umbrella she was holding into it.Poppy blinked confused at the little girl making her hold the umbrella as she lifted it up to inspect it....before looking back to her.

"Sugarcube, I don't think this little thing is gonna be enough shelter from the wind."

"It's not for the snow! It's to take you to my ship! Here" She reached up and grabbed the umbrella, fiddling with something Poppy couldn't see because of the wind whipping her hand and snowflakes around herself before she released the umbrella again. "There! Now hold on tight and point it at the moon."

"Why?"

"Please just do it!"

Poppy sighed and looked up towards the moon through the snow and wind. Well, if this little girl really was a witch and trying to help her, maybe this was some kind of teleporting spell? If so she wasn't complaining about escaping the cold, so holding up a shivering arm, she pointed the umbrella up towards the mo- In a flash of blue-white light, Poppy vanished. In her place, a beam of that light shot up towards the sky and Hattie nodded. The umbrella successfully connected with one of the telescopes and she would be safe abourd her ship while she fixed this mess, which is what she seemed to do best around here anyways. Quickly turning back around, she sprinted back towards the manor. She had fixing to do. Poppy meanwhile was experiencing a whole new term to sea sickness, if she was really being teleported to a ship that is. The light and speed made her slam her eyes shut and her stomach sick. She felt like her whole body was being contricted into a thing twig and her knuckles turned white from gripping the handle so hard. She wished this would STOP- And it did. With a giant thud sound she was sent crashlanding to the carpeted floor of a child's bedroom where Bow was reading, worriedly waiting for her friend to come back but jumped and dropped the book at the sudden sight of a red headed lady suddenly crashlanding in their bedroom. The landy tumbled head over feet a few times before landing face first into the mountain of pillows the umbrella landing beside her feet. A few pillows were scattered with her collison and after a couple moments of silence......The woman groaned and weakly reached over to flip her onto her back. .....OK!! That was the LAST and ONLY time she was going to let herself be teleported by a little witch. Still laying on her back she slowly blinked her eyes open and was met with the face of another child with black curly hair. The two stared at each other for a moment before Bow spoke.

"Are you ok?...Who are you?"

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

It was truly a testament to the sheer chaos of his surroundings that he didn't realize there was a Sith present until it was too late.

Of course, his progress in using the Force to identify threats hadn't exactly progressed as far as picking out specific individuals. He'd just sort of had a constant buzz of impending danger and people with harmful intentions since he'd landed. It was a city with known Black Sun ties, after all.

Luke was just glad that his part in the mission was over. He'd made contact with a spy looking to leave the criminal organization, escorted them to the city, and kept cover even after passing them along to Rebel agents who would smuggle them offworld. Now he just needed to casually make his own getaway in a city district where everyone outside was looking at him like a potential threat or a potential target.

The "ambush" didn't catch him off-guard. For a boy who had grown up closer to Mos Eisely than he would've liked (even the other side of the planet would've been too close for most), spotting someone following him was almost second nature. So when the hulking human grabbed his shoulder from behind, Luke twisted out of his grip before he had a chance to shove his blaster into his back. He shoved the man, hard.

"Hey, I don't want any trouble," he said, in the warning tone of one who would start trouble if he found it necessary. "Just take it easy."

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His attacker grinned, showing unnaturally white teeth. "Don't want any trouble? Well that's too bad, isn't it? You're trespassing on Black Sun property, kiddo. So unless you paid the toll, you're gonna have a bad time."

Luke grimaced. He'd heard better threats, in his experience. But the intent to harm rolled off this man clearly. He was probably just looking for an excuse to fight. Luke had dodged a lot of impromptu clashes between Black Sun supporters and smaller, local gangs who resented their presence. It had kept the local Imperials very busy, which had worked to Luke's advantage during the mission. But this was far less convenient.

There was a commotion down the street behind him, and the distant sound of blasterfire, but Luke ignored it when three other men joined the one harassing him. Three against one wasn't exactly good odds -- Han would tell him to forget the odds, Luke bet -- but Luke could hold his own in a gunfight. The problem was, this was much too close range. Finding cover would be difficult. And using his lightsaber here would draw the wrong kind of attention.

Luke was not eager to repeat his experiences on the smugglers' moon.

He felt a surge of warning, as if all his hair was standing on end. His chest felt tight, and he assumed it was just anxiety as he dodged the grasping hand of one of the attackers and jumped back several steps.

The four men halted so abruptly that they seemed to freeze in place. With a shaking hand, one raised a blaster and fired. But not at Luke.

The bolt streaked past Luke, high and to the left. The shooter dropped his blaster to clutch his throat, gasping. He dropped an instant later.

Luke had a bad feeling about this.

The man who had initially stopped him pointed his weapon directly at Luke's head.

"I think this guy's a Rebel!" he shouted, "Don't worry, I got 'im!"

Luke moved on instinct. In the half second between the gangster speaking and squeezing the trigger, Luke had brought his lightsaber up and into a guard position. The bolt bounced off the blade and straight back into the man's chest. He stared in disbelief at the wound for a moment, then fell.

"Your skill with the blade has improved, young Skywalker."

Luke came to the sudden, horrible realization that the Force hadn't been warning him about the gangsters. He turned slowly, too apprehensive to even think about the risks of turning his back on the other two men. Just as he'd feared, Darth Vader stood just a few meters away, with two stormtroopers.

This time, Luke wasn't going to rush in blindly the way he had on Cymoon. Not that he thought that would save him this time.

"You can blame your buddy, Kreel, for that," Luke croaked in an effort to sound defiant and not terrified.

Vader tilted his helmet slightly to one side -- a jarringly disarming gesture -- and made an unidentifiable sound. "Yes. I had hoped that he would at least further your knowledge beyond whatever dismal attempts Kenobi made."

Something cold and fearful twisted in Luke's gut. It slithered up his spine to wrap around his heart. Darth Vader...wanted him to learn lightsaber combat? But he had destroyed the Jedi! He had killed Luke's father! What was he trying to accomplish?

Vader took a step forward, and Luke stumbled a step back, despite himself. Behind him, he heard the last two men shift, and something metallic clicked. The Force swirled around him, warm in warning and yet at the same time colder than anything Luke had ever felt.

In front of him, Vader made a gesture with his hand. Behind him, there was a loud crack, and two thumps. Luke didn't have to look to know the men were dead. To his shock, the two stormtroopers with Vader dropped dead just as the gangsters did.

He killed his own men? Why?

Luke stared down at the bodies, then slowly raised his head to look at the Sith lord. He couldn't understand why he was still breathing. And then, as unexpectedly as everything else, Darth Vader spoke.

"At our first meeting," he said slowly, with no apparent need to rush, "You accused me of killing your father."

Luke remembered all too well.

"You don't even remember," he snapped, "You've killed too many fathers to know the difference."

"No."

That one word brought Luke up short. He tensed, trying to regulate his breathing with little success. His heart felt like it was going to just break out of his chest and make a run for it at this point. He raised his lightsaber with shaking hands. It wasn't much of a defense, but it was better than nothing.

With barely a twitch, Vader snatched the hilt from Luke's hand and switched off the blade. He clipped it to his belt and stepped closer.

"I spoke flippantly then, as I was not aware of your identity at the time."

There was something very dangerous in those words. An undercurrent of an old anger, and an imminent threat. Luke would have run if his feet hadn't been rooted to the spot. He tried and failed three times to speak before the words crawled out.

"Why does my identity change anything?"

As if a Sith and an Imperial would tell the truth. As if Vader wasn't about to murder him and ensure the death of another potential Jedi.

But Vader did not kill him. He was silent for three, nerve-wracking seconds before taking one final step towards Luke. He was inches away now, blocking out the fading light.

"I have killed many fathers, young one," he said in an unusually soft voice, "But not yours."

The ground seemed to fall out from under Luke's feet. Vader...hadn't killed Anakin Skywalker? He had to be lying. Because if he wasn't, then Obi-wan had been wrong. Or lying.

Without really knowing why, Luke asked shakily, "W- what do- what do you even want?"

He flinched as a hand, heavy as lead, dropped to his shoulder in an iron grip.

"To complete your training," Vader answered simply, "And to take back what is mine."

Luke stared up at him, horrified and bewildered. The Dark Side. He had to be talking about the Dark Side! Luke wouldn't turn. He couldn't! Which meant that he was probably going to die shortly.

Vader shifted and, almost tentatively, touched his other hand to Luke's forehead for an instant. "You have no reason to fear me," he said. The words sounded stiff and unpracticed, coming from him. "I do not wish to harm you. So long as you do not cause any harm in return, I can hide your existence from the emperor."

Luke trembled. If he was taken prisoner, everything he knew about the Alliance was in jeopardy. Compartmentalization protected a lot of those secrets, but he knew things about Leia most others didn't. And he didn't want Vader even speaking her name after what he'd done.

"Thought you killed Jedi," Luke managed, barely audible now.

Vader considered this, then began to walk. His grip on Luke's shoulder drew him along unwillingly and stumbling over his own feet.

"The Force is with you, young one." Vader sounded almost amused. "But you are not a Jedi yet. You do not yet understand the scope of the lies you have been told. But you will. Soon."

Luke had a very bad feeling about this.

[bamdab101]

The stars align-Chapter 2

“it was time we had a break, he was starting to get crazy. I mean don't get me wrong he was so beautiful and he was fun but he was so controlling. Always had to know where I was and who i was with.” I yell to my friend trying to talk to her above the roaring techno music of the club. 

“Your damn right he was hot. Jackson was probably of the hottest people I have ever seen. Buttttttt its a great thing you guys are taking a break because now i have a club buddy again!” she yells back even louder. Looking around the club you spot at least two men you could have some fun on the dance floor with. You walk up to the bar deciding if anything is going to happen tonight you need a drink. Your best friend no longer behind you, your eyes travel around the large club. You spot her already on the dance floor with her tongue down a random dudes throat. Well at least one of us will have some romance tonight. 

You wave your hand getting the bartenders attention “Hey can I ge-“

“She’ll have a whiskey sour on my tap” a deep voice interrupts you from behind. Twisting on the metal barstool swiftly you turn around to see where the voice came from. That is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.

The man behind you had vibrant red hair, his lips were a plump and a natural peach color. The black turtle neck and match black jeans he was wearing were showing off all the best parts of him. Staring at him a little too long you stuttered out “H-how did you know that is my favorite drink?” The beautiful man took the seat right next to you, never breaking the stare between you two. “I just guessed” he said, his eyes traveling from your eyes to your lips “I’m good at stuff like that.” His eyes lingering on your lips a littler longer they then moved back up your face to your eyes. His expression changed from a sexy almost predatory stare to a cheerful friendly one. A large smile grew in his face and he reach his hand out to you. “I’m jooheon, what’s your name darling?” He says

“I-I’m YN. Thank you for the drink jooheon” you studder out finally breaking out of the trance you were in. I’m really gonna need that liquid courage now. Grabbing the drink in front of you, you down the entire thing in one gulp. "Wow I like a woman who can handle her liquor" he says eyes wide with wonder. "Would you like to dance?" You say already feeling the drink working. Dang that was a strong drink. "Of course! I love dancing!" He exclaims cheerfully. Ready to dance you jump out of your seat, your legs immediately giving out. Before you hit the ground you feel his muscular arms come around your waist catching you. "Whoah there. Don't worry I got you” he huskily whispers in your ear behind you. "I- I'm sorry I'm usually not a such a lightweight" You say as you feel your head fall back onto his chest. What did that bartender put in there? "Hey it's okay love. I'll take care of you" He whispers as you loose consciousness. 

“Heavens jooheon how much did you give her?! She should be awake by now"

“ I got distracted! I mean look at how pretty she is. She's definitely a reincarnation."

You slowly start to come to consciousness. Your memories of earlier started to come back, the bar your friend the beautiful man the drink. "Maybe we should call shownu distract him. If he gets here and she's still asleep do you know what he will do to me?!? Or even worse what she will do to me if she chooses shownu and becomes queen!”  You hear a male voice whisper yell frantically. Wait I know that voice, it's the voice of the guy Jooheon think was his name. The guy at the bar who bought me a drink. Recognizing the voice you open your eyes. The light of the room burning them immediately. You groan at the feeling. "She's awake!" You feel someone help you sit up. Your eyes adjusting to the light you look around the room. The only words you could think to describe  it would be a mystic fairy tale. There was white marble everywhere. A large pond in the middle of the room with columns going around it. In the pond was beautiful koi fish swimming elegantly. Why are those fish better looking than me? Looking up to the man supporting you, you immediately recognize him.

“YOU. What did you do to me!?” His eyes got wide and he lets go of you. "I told you my name do you not remeber? The bar, your best friend grinding on that man, me jooheon?" He says with a concerned expression, worry laced in his voice. "Did you drug me? IM GONNA KILL YOU" you yell. Your anger getting the better of you, you jump on top of him. “TAKE ME HOME NOW YOU CHEAP GIGOLO!" You scream smacking his beautiful face. Suddenly you feel someone wrap their arms around you and pull you off. "D-Did you just call me a low class male prostitute?" Jooheon barely makes out while rolling on the ground holding his sides. "Oh I like this little fish, she's got some spuNK to her” you hear a voice say lowly from behind you. That must be his partner in crime. That's okay can take them both down. What's this bitch got? Spinning around out of his grip you swing your fist right to his face. Before your fist made any contact the man in front of you catches it, letting you get a look at him. I think Calvin Klein models just kidnapped me. I'm not too mad at this.

The man holding your fist had blounde hair and probably the most kissable lips you've ever seen. He was wearing black ankle boots with black pants tucked into them with a black shirt with gold accents and a matching black felt jacket. Your eyes following up his body you noticed he had a charm about him just like Jooheon but this one seemed a little more.....deadly. "Like what you see my little fish?" He says leaning closer to you with a slight smirk. YN remeber how you got here, they're criminals! Jumping away from him you look around the room for an escape route. While your eyes search around the room you finally notice the three other men in the room. They were all equally as beautiful and had that same charming aura around them. One of them was sitting on the side of the pond. His hair was bright purple, he was wearing a white suit with small stitching flower detail all over the jacket. He was smiling at you, he seems kind. The next man was leaning against a column lazily. His hair styled up was a sandy color. He was wearing black dress pants with a dress shirt and a black tie. You could see his forearms were muscular as he had them folded and his sleeves were rolled up slightly. He was looking at you with his glasses half way down his nose. He looked as if he were judging you. The final man in the room had green hair. He was smiling awkwardly with a book in his hand. He was also wearing a dress shirt with matching white pants. On closer inspection his shirt had gold accents on it like the others. 

"Okay who the fuck are you people and where the fuck am I?!" You say with anger trying to understand everything that's happening. "Your name is YN your parents are YDN, YMN. You are YA years old. You work as a florists, you've had a fascination with flowers ever since you were little.” the green headed man states while looking anywhere in the room but at you. "Ho- how did you know that. Who the hell are you people and why do you know everything about me?!" You scream backing up. So much information going through your head it didn't even register with you that everyone stood up straight with suprise in your eyes as the large white doors behind you opened. Suddenly you ran your back into what you thought was a wall. Until you felt something grip your shoulders with a large sigh. "Boys I know none of you have much experience with human women. But freaking her out isn't the first step in wooing her." Without even turning around you could feel the commanding presence of the person or thing behind you. This is where die. I'm gonna die surrounded by beautiful weird creatures who are dressed like they're in a fancy military boy band.

The two hands on your shoulders started pushing you to the table across the room where the green headed man is. From the corner of your eye you see a hand pull out a seat at the table. The other hand gently pushing you to sit down. The commanding creature finally walking around into your line of sight. He had brown hair and was wearing black leather pants with a loose sheer black shirt. You could see through the shirt to his muscles. He was probably the most fit man you've ever seen. He towered over you and from what it looks like the others too. The beautiful men surrounded the table around you none of them taking a seat. "Hi YN I'm shownu. I am king here you are in my castle right now.” The tall one says. I know what it is I'm dead now aren't I. I died from a alcohol poisoning in the bar and this is my heaven. My confusing beautiful heaven. "You've already met jooheon" he says as he nods to the red head one "that is kihyun" he nods towards the green headed one “I.M”  he nods toward the sandy headed one who still looks like he's judging you "minhyuk" nodding to the purple headed one "hyungwon" he nods towards the blonde haired one who is smirking at you from across the table. "And Wonho who might be joining us later" he says looking around the room. "So it's true, mr. lion himself is joining this year" laughs slightly IM with a slight smirk. The comment just confusing you more you blurt out "what the hell am I doing here? Actually I don't even know if I want you to tell me because I'm pretty sure I'm dead and this is what the afterlife like looks like. I'm gonna be honest not what everyone says it is. Boy will they be confused." 

The blonde one laughs holding his abdomen, his laughing stopping suddenly "Your not dead. Your in the kyma room. Where you will chooses one of those blocks in front of you and...... have some fun" he says in a bored tone. You finally notice the seven wooden blocks in front of you each with their own symbol. A ram, two fish, a crab, a sun, a vase with water pouring out of it, a woman, and finally a lion. Each one had the symbol scribed enchantingly into the wood. They were each beautiful in their own way but one of them stood out to you the most, it was like it was calling to you. The lion. 

“Pick one beautiful and we will explain everything i promise.” Shownu said softly, his eyes were kind. Slowly your hand went to the lion and hovered over it. you picked it up without hesitation. “No fucking way” the blonde one said with surprise. “Oh this will be fun” said the judgmental one. Looking up to shownus face, you noticed it was blank. He was in thought. 

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is actually going on here now?” you exclaim. “I-I didn't think that would happen” said shownu finally looking up at you. His expression showed a little fear. He came in through doors so im going to leave through those doors. Finally get some answers as to where the fuck I am and who these people are. The chair behind you making a loud screech on the marble floor as you push it back and run across the room to the large set of doors. You look back at them as you pull the handle expecting to see them behind you but none of them have moved. This will be much easier than I thought it wou- your thoughts suddenly interrupted as you run into a large body in the door way. Looking up you see him. He looks you up and down, slowly like a hunter with its prey. You catch a bit of surprise in his expression when he gets to your face, but its quickly covered by the look of complete boredom. 

“YN meet, Wonho, the lion. Your chosen star.” 

[makrokosmuss-blog]

Poe having a crush on you would include...(II)

Since so many of you left so many lovely comments: here you go. Part II. Seriously. Thank you so much for those! They mean the universe. Every single one. Part II turned more into a a proper fanfic than more of a preference thing that i originally had in mind. Well. Shit happens. But since so many of your great human beings liked the first one i hope this’ll make you happy as well. The next one will be more ‘normal’ again. I still divided it into 5 minor ‘points’ tho.  Have fun! Love you.  I. Escalating when you confront him... A knock startled him. Not that it was unusual. Some unplanned, rapid mission that he would need to attend to. Not that he’d been asleep. Still he didn’t feel like going out. He just wanted to lay in his bed and suffer thinking about a special someone. Still Poe grabbed his Jacket, throwing it over his shoulders as he opened the door. The first thing he did when he saw you was blink. Once. Twice. Maybe four times (not that he’d counted). He took a deep breath in as you forced a smile and looked down, away from his gaze. Then you heard the door being shot closed.  Oh Shit, he thought. You gasped, furiously staring at the door he’d just slammed in your face. “Commander!?!”, you called after a second, shock written on your face as you knocked again, harder this time. Poe leaned with his back against the door, his heart skipping beats while violently hammering. “One second!”, he answered loudly, happy his voice only cracked a tiny bit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck As the door was opened again, he smugly leaned against the door frame, his hair a bit more tamed. Stay calm Poe, stay fucking calm. be smooth. Smooth. “What was that?”, you asked, your voice low and dangerous. I had a heart attack. THAT happened. “Hmm?”, he answered, smiling strangely. “What did...”, you gave up, taking a deep breath in and looking back over your shoulder before starting to speak up again, “You are my pilot. For the next mission. In two days.” Poe gulped. “Oh.” YES....No....shit...what? You stared at him. Blanky. Okay. He really didn’t like you. This was a bad idea. You sighted, your hand running through your hair. “Okay Listen. Poe. That’s just what it’s like now and we have to deal with it. So...”, you shook your head, frowning as you kept staring straight into his eyes, “How about we meet tomorrow evening for a quick briefing? Just. You know. Quick. Nothing serious.” Poe stared at you as if you’d just sold his droid to the next junkyard. Meet. With you. And like...talk to you. All by ourselfs. I’m going to die. I will, literary, die in front of you. Wait. That’s good. You’d had to save me then. CPR.  “S...uh...su...yeah.” he gulped again nodding. GOOD GOD “Tomorrow. 8pm. Briefing room. Great.”, you said, turned around, leaving him on his own. “Sorry to...have bothered you”, you called, sighting softly. What where you thinking? He didn’t sleep that night. Or just barely. This was a disaster.  II. Trying to ask his friends for help... “Rey!”, Poe called this as he jogged up to her. “Oh...Hi Poe?”, Ray frowned, a bit confused. She knew very well that the Pilot usually spent his free days locked up in his room, probably sleeping through it. Not being up that early, running around base. He ruffled through his hair, grinning and looking around. “I...can we talk?”, he whispered, his grin suddenly fading and being replaced by a frown. Rey frowned too now. “Sure. Yeah of course. Where? Here or-” “I know a place” Rey took a deep breath in, trying to process everything he’d just told her. They sat on top of his X-Wing, the morning sun heating the metal to a lovely degree. “Sooo...what you’re telling me is...you are head over heals for Y/N?”, she asks carefully. He laughs, wildly shaking his head. “NO. Nooee. I Mean. Not at all I....Uh...I....Totally yeah. I love her. I mean...I LOVE her. Completely. Fuck...i love her...oh my god i actually said it” Ray frowned:“You spoke to her like....twice...and the only words you said where...’yeah’ and ‘One second’, Poe.”  “Okay. OKAY. But Listen, yeah?”, he hissed softly, leaning closer to her, “I...wow this sounds scary, i watched her. Like all the time. I like ...how she talks to people and how she...how she fights for our course, how she treats BB8 and how fascinated she gets about the smallest things, how she values everyone and... and I ...may or may not have stolen some mission files to get to know more about her...”, he coughs. “POE!” “Sorry!” “But just...that’s...great okay? You’re a great guy. Just talk to her! Tonight will be great?”, Rey smiles, squeezing his hand. He sighted and looked deep into her eyes. “I...don’t know Ray. I don’t think  can.”  “If she get’s to know you she’ll love you! You’re a great guy Poe!” “But...I mean look at me. I’m...what? Yeah I’m good looking and maybe i’m the best Pilot in the whole Resistance and yeah, I DO have a nice singing voice-” “Okay Poe. Enough.”, Rey stopped him, laughing.  “I know it’s her though. I KNOW. We get to do missions and then we will...we will...fall for each other and one day when we both come home i’ll hold her hand and pull her back and we will kiss underneath the thousand stars above and then she will know too and we...we will marry and the General will be there and the whole RESISTANCE will be there and god, i want at least three kids and-” “You know...maybe....get to know her first?”, Ray stopped him, “You know it’s...easier when you are at least a bit..like..friends first?” Poe frowned. “Yeah...actually...that makes sense. Cause...Friends are like...pretty much like a couple right? I mean. Kinda. Cause...when she’s my friend she already knows that im a great guy...and all that’s missing then is the sex. But then she might be like ‘ah..no man, let’s not ruin our friendship!’ And that would be terrible. Cause....you know...as if sex would ruin a fucking friendship! Sex is like...Sex is a damn upgrade like...like extra cheese on a burger. Sex is good you know?” Rey stared at him, her cheeks gleaming red as Poe sat so close to her, talking away like it was nothing. “Uh....Maybe...i know how to help you tonight.” III. Having stupid ideas... “This is NOT a good idea Ray!”, Poe hissed as she handed him the bottle of alcohol. “Yes it is! You are a fucking idiot when it comes to her so down that damn bottle!” “No!”, he hisses again, trying to stay quiet since they where right in front of the briefing room.  “Down it or you’ll start talking about how many kids you want and how sex is like extra cheese!”, Ray hissed back and Poe stared at her with puppy eyes. “I am that bad am i not?” “You are! So down it!” You stared at the room in front of you. It was 10 to 8 and you leaned against a counter, fetching some coffee for you and Poe. You felt sorry for what you’ve done. The poor guy just didn’t like you and you forced yourself on him like that. That wasn’t a very nice thing of you to do. You sighted, looking at the black liquid. Nevermind. You just had to go through with it now. It bothered you though. A shame he didn’t like you. He seemed like a nice guy, rather funny too, handsome even. It wouldn’t be the first time you caught yourself thinking of his dark eyes. You turned to your right  as you heard that the door had opened. “Evening Comman...Are you drunk?” Poe violently shook his head. “No. Not at all. Just...”, he stumbled to his chair, rather ungracefully sitting down. “No.”, he finished.  You put down the coffee, walking over to him to put the cup in front of him. You squatted down, on hand on his thigh and one of his forehead. “Are you sick then? You don’t look very good...” “You look...abso...absolutely gorgeous tho.”, he muttered, staring into your eyes. You leaned even closer. “You ARE drunk. Sorry but i know rum when i smell it.”  Poe glanced at you. “Sorry. It was only a sip. It uh...was my free day. Uhm...A friend came over.” You stared right back into his lovely dark eyes and nodded slowly. “No problem...”, you stood up again, “I like a drink myself from time to time so...whatever you like.” You walked over to the counter, fetching a glass of water for him. “Here. Drink that. It will help. A bit.”, you smiled softly and your hands touched as he reached for the glass. His eyes locking with yours again. “You are so nice you know that?”, he frowned as he said that. “Uh...thank..you? So...about the mission...” “Mission?”, Poe asked. You sighted. “Tomorrow. But...no worries it isn’t much. You pretty much just have to...get me there and then bring us back home. I just have a few people to take out... I made out...”, you got out a map and started showing different spots, talking about what you would do and why and all he could think about how beautiful your lips where and how exceptionally good your hair looked that evening.  “You got all that?”, you asked after a while. Poe blinked and stared back at your eyes. “Yeah.”, he nodded slowly. “Good.”, you sighted, exhausted, “Great. So i’ll see you tomorrow.”, you smiled.  “No!”, Poe interrupted and you stood still, “Uh I...”, he started and you frowned, searching for a reason to keep you in the room for a tiny bit longer. . “Yes Commander?” “Nothing...I was just...it’s nothing.”, he muttered. He sounded quite sad. He slept good that night. Most likely because he fell into bed as he finally reached it, the Alcohol really kicking in now. Remembering your soft hand on his cheek. IV. Having troubles on missions... He woke up sober and to the beeping of BB8. “Woar buddy...”, he groaned, holding his head, suffering from a pretty bad hangover. That was one bottle in like 10 minutes. What the fuck was he thinking? BB8 beeped again, more aggressively now.  “What Missio...THE MISSION. FUCK.” Poe stumbled out of the hanger, zipping up his boot and dropping his jacket about 5 times along the way as he ran up to you. He still couldn’t quite believe it. There you stood. He took a while to take that in.  You where in complete uniform, all black with a rather big rifle on your back, a knife on your belt and a blaster in your hand as you nervously walked back and forth, smoking, mumbling to yourself, checking your blaster over and over again.  “You Nervous?”, he finally asked with a small smile as he approached you. You looked up at him and he swore he saw a bit of fear in your eyes. “Morning Commander. No I’m good. Everything will be good.”, you nodded. “Ahh...”, he looked down, “Sorry for yesterday. I..a friend came over and i couldn’t...i shouldn’t have been drinkin-” “It’s fine!”, you interrupted him. “It’s all good., no worries. Let’s just get this over with, yeah? I am actually nervous -  i was lying. Let’s go.” BB8 beeped softly and you looked at the droid. The rifle was placed between your thighs now and Poe couldn’t help to notice your fingers softly gliding over the metal as he flew. While he looked at you you gazed at the weapon. “So...uh...is...are you always nervous or is this mission special?”, he tried to break the silence.  “I’m always like this. I’ll just mentally run through my plan again. I’m...a woman of focus Commander. The second we’ll land i’ll be good. But yes. This mission is a bit harder than usual. Although i do have the best Pilot of the Resistance at hand.”, you spoke, smiling softly. He smiled back and soon looked away before he could start blushing. “So I...I just put us down, wait for you and...fly us back home when you’re done?” “Yes.” “Is there nothing i can help with?” “No.” “isn’t that dangerous? You going all by yourself?”

 He looked at you and you just chuckled.  “Do you...ever want to stop?”, he asks, frowning. “Not as long as i’m still needed.”, you answer. “But like...i just mean...people with your profession usually don’t get to live very long.” You look at him. “What do you want Dameron?” “I Just mean”, he sights, “Maybe your loved ones rather have you at home than you know...going out killing people who are three times your size. Always returning with a few broken bones and a concussion...”, he hisses, his hands nervously stroking the control panel. You blink. “Did you read my medica-” “NO. I just Mean it. I just...guessed you come home rather bruised. I mean...i see you around the base you know. It’s not a pleasant sight..” You stare him down. “Well sorry i’m not a pleasant sight for you...” Poe groans. “That’s not what i meant. You are a very pleasa....uh...i mean it’s just not nice seeing one of us walking around so bloodied and beaten all the time. I’d rather see you save.” “And i’d rather see you save. So what. You wonna stop flying now just because I want you to?”, you ask, staring straight at him. He stares back, biting his lip. “Okay you win. Just take care, yes?” You smile softly, shaking your head. “I will.” The landing is extremely soft. You barely feel it. He really is good.  Poe notices that you are more relaxed now. You look around, squatting down, touching the ground, looking up, noticing in wich direction the wind blows. Poe watches you, quite fascinated.  “I will be back in 2 hours.”, you start, walking up to him. He leans against his X-Wing, hands in his pockets. “If i won’t be back in 6, don’t come looking for me, go home. You hear me?” He frowns. “What? No!”. “Yes.”, you simply answer. You walk even closer to him, your hand touching his shoulder. Before turning and walking off.  V. Waiting for  you... Poe sat down, talking to BB8. It’s been three hours and he got more nervous by the minute. This job sucked. No way he would leave after 6 hours. He would rather run in there unarmed than leaving. He leaned back, laying down, staring at the sky. If only he could remember what this mission was even about. If only he had listened to you. If only... He heard footsteps and immediately shot up, looking ahead.  “You’re hurt.” It was the first thing on his mind and tongue as you stumbled up to him, throwing your rifle aside and collapsing next to him. You just fell to your knees and he had his hands on your shoulders, steadying you.  “What happened? Are you...shit you’re blee-” before he could finish his sentence your hand was on his mouth. “Shhhh.”, you whispered. “Listen. We can’t leave now. They know i’m still around and as soon they see us lifting off they will shoot us down, we will- “, he interrupted you this time as he pulled your hand away. “LISTEN, i’m the best pilot out there. You need medical attention, we need to bring you-” “I’LL be fine.”, your hands are on his chest now. “Really i’ll be fine. Yes we could go rush home but why not stay here for a while and let them give up their search. It’s safer.”  Poe frowned. “You are bleeding. You need-” “I’m FINE.”, you hissed again and only now did he notice how close you where. “Let’s...please let’s stay here for the night. They won’t find us...help me out of my jacket please...” He automatically reached around you to pull the leather off you. You hissed softly and rested your head on his shoulder. Poe took a deep breath. “Shit Y/N...”  “I’m good Poe.”, you whispered and he could feel your breath on his neck.  “Wait...i got a first aid kid somewhere in that X-Wing...”, he muttered, before softly pushing you back and jumping up.  “Thanks...”, you sighted softly and lay back on the ground. BB8 beeping nervously around you. You chuckled softly and shook your head. “I had worse Baby.” Noticing how bad his hands where shaking you took them in yours and Poe looked up at you. He nodded softly and gave the tape to you, as you continued to wrap it around your middle. It was getting dark, and you lay back after you where done, moaning softly as your body relaxed.  “Shit...what a day, right?”, you chuckled softly. Poe stared at you. He was sitting next to you. “Are you shivering?”, he asks. “It’s alr-”, before you could finish he already undressed and softy lay his jacket over you. You laughed and grinned at him.  “What?”, he asked, smiling himself now. “Nothing. Nothing Commander.”, you closed your eyes again. “Just...just call me Poe...”  You opened them again, looking into his dark eyes, a small smile on your lips. “Okay.” Poe leaned back, glancing at the setting sun in the distance. At least there was something he could stare at except for you.  VI Confessing... “So...you are a nice guy after all. Everyone was right.”, you start after a while of silence. Poe looks back at you. “What?” “I felt a bit bad that you didn’t really like me.”, you mumble, your arm lazily spread over your eyes, “so I asked a few people if that was just...you know...you. But no. Apparently you where nice to everyone else.” “Was I...was i mean to you?”, he asked, blushing softly. You take your hand back and your eyes meet. “I mean...not directly. You just...you know.” He groans softly, laying down now. “I know. I was a bit of an idiot. Sorry for that.”  “I forgive you. Poe Dameron. No matter what it was.”, you whisper. Him laying right next to you.  “Although....”, you start again, turning to look at him. He turns his head to and you stare at each other for a moment.  “Although i’d like to know the reason.”, you finish.  He frowns and sights softly. Then he looks away and sits up. “I can’t.”, he mumbles. You sit up too and he quickly glances at you as you hiss softly, holding your abdomen. “Lay back down!”, he commands, worried about you.  You smirk and shake your head. “All good. I just...”, you smile at him, studying his face for a while, “I just don’t get you, Poe. I read people for a living. But I can’t see through you.” He stares at you before looking down at his lap. “Maybe it’s better that way”, he jokes.  “You are afraid.”, you say...frowning, your eyes tracing his face, your hand reaching out to him.  He doesn’t answer. Just looks at you. His eyes half closed. Leaning into the touch as your fingertips reach his cheek , moving forward till your hand cups the side of his face, then running down through his hair to the back of his head. “What are you-”, he smiles but you interrupt him. “You are afraid of...something big. Are you afraid to die Poe? Afraid of...of that truth that...death is unpreventable and that one day...we will most likely lose to the First order. That we can’t fight forever and if we do we end up captured tortured or dead...because i am sometimes and i have that same expression then.”, you whisper and as you speak, he gets paler. Not just because you were partly right, but because you sound weaker and weaker by the minute.  And you can feel it too. You can feel your vision blur and your head spinning.

 “And...”, you chuckle a bit, looking down, your hand tracing back to his cheek, “You know that’s okay. Because...because it’s like this for everyone. Oblivion is certain and....and we’re all doomed and it’s...it’s just making me very happy to be doomed together with you, Poe Dameron.” Your voice cracks and he sees that your eyes glisten and that you still smile softly and he feels your fingers tracing his jaw. “Y/N?”, he asks carefully. And in that moment you cough slightly and he holds you because if he wouldn’t you would’ve collapsed and tumbled to the floor.  “Shhhh...it’s all good. I’m here...you need a doctor Y/N, Now!”, he hissed softly, running his hand through your hair to keep it out of your face.  “Stay awake will you? You hear me? HEY.” You can feel him softly slapping your cheek but you can also feel you loosing consciousness. “I’m getting us out of here. NOW” You hear him say and you feel him picking you up and carrying you up into the ship. “Stay with me, yes? You hear me? Uh...speak to me. Tell me anything. Stay awake!”, he demands and you hear buttons being pressed and BB8 anxiously beeping.  “Like what, Commander?”, you joke, your vision blurry, voice weak. You can feel his hand on your thigh squeezing you. “I don’t know. Anything. Tell me about yourself.” “There’s not much to tell.”, you whisper, about to slip away. He squeezes you tighter. “HEY. Stay with me, yes?” “Sure...”, you mutter. You can barely hear him by now. But you can feel your warm blood running down your body. “There is LOADS to tell. Like...Like...when you ....fuck...uhm...” He concentrates on flying for a second, looks away, types in some things and reaches over to do some more and when he looks back he sees you slipping away, your head falling back and he panics.  “Y/N! Hey!”, his hand reaches out to your neck and holds you up and your eyes flutter open.  “You with me?”, he asks anxiously. “Yeah...here Commander...”, you joke, closing your eyes again. “We’ll be there in a minute, okay? Just..come on talk to me...” You stay silent and it makes him more nervous as he softly shakes you. “Hey hey, don’t you fucking dare to die, i’m getting nervous here!”, he hisses and actually makes you smile. “I’m good Poe really...”, you whisper, trying to concentrate on your breathing, eyes closed, “You’re doing a good job, Poe.” “Uhu..”, he mutters, “Sorry i never had to help anyone not dying. I know..uh I know i should’ve gotten us out earlier. Damn. Sorry for that. I...Hey are you with me?” You hum in approve, leaned back in your seat next to him.  “Good cause...cause if anything happens to you I wouldn’t forgive myself for that stupid mistake and..over all i wanted to...”, he gulps, “Tell you that i really like you. That you’re pretty great actually.” You chuckle softly, eyes still closed. You’re bleeding all over the floor and you can feel his hand pressed against your wound, trying to make it stop.  “Nice that you noticed. Finally.”, you joke softly, coughing.  “No. I noticed a while ago. Really. I’ve been in love for you for quite som....oh shit.” Your eyes open and you snap your head at his direction. He stares at you. “Did I just...fucking say that?”, he whispers in shock, staring back at you.  “Was that why you...Oh my god...”, you close your eyes again, “This is NOT the right moment Dameron.”, you hiss, at least staying awake now. “Damn I know. I’m so sorry I know i just...i didn’t want to...”  “I like you too.”, you mutter and he falls silent.  “Really?”  “Really. You’re great.” You look at each other for a moment. “Don’t die. Please.”, he pleads and you start to laugh. “I won’t.”, “No?”. “No.”, you chuckle. “Good. Cause...you know...”  “I know yeah.”, you smile.  “Can I still kiss you though? Just to be sure i did it?” “Are you Serious Dameron?” Before you can say anything he turns to you, pressing his palm against your cheek. You stare at him in shock but he just takes a breath, leans in and you can feel his soft lips against yours.  You gasp softly before closing your eyes and moaning silently against him. He pulls back so slightly that you can still feel him against you.  “Don’t die, yeah?”, he whispers, his eyes half closed, staring into yours. “No...”, you whisper back, his thump running over your bottom lip, before pecking your lips again. “Good.”, you exhales shakily, your foreheads touching before he properly sits back into the pilot seat. “Good.”

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[dragonic-astral-unicorn-kin]

"Are you the sun, moon, or stars?" Bitch im a comet, a shooting star. Im an eclipse, solar or lunar depends on the time on my life. Im venus fighting against the morning light. Im pluto invisible to the human eye.

No matter how fantastical your binary or even trinary system, i will never feel at home fitting and i envy you if you do.

[skamfairy]

THE PROMPT WITH DRUNK ISAK TELLIN EVERYONE HE LOVED SANA LIKE KSLAJDLSM I LOVE IT IT MADE ME LAUGH AND SMILE TOO MCH❤❤❤ (Could you write another one with drunk Isak? ;) Takk💕)

Ahhhhh angel <3 i love you so much and im so sorry at how late this is but i’m finally ready to answer these prompts and this one inspired me rn. I hope the better late than never thing applies to this, and you still like it <3 <3 <3 

“WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS, WE WIIIISSSSH YOU A MEERY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW-” 

isak leans over, grabbing the back of Even’s neck and pulling him closer; spilling his beer all over the floor in the process. 

“DIIIIIIIIIIIICKKKK” 

Isak finishes in a whisper that isn’t really a whisper at all because he was still yelling at full volume; but Even winks and zips his lips like he was in on a secret only they knew about. 

Isak’s eyes are glazed and droopy but still full of the same hungry fire that causes goosebumps to spread over Even’s body; his cheeks a bright pinky hue, and his smile sloppy and relaxed. 

warmth spreads through Even as he gently brushes his fingertips across his boyfriends drunk blush. 

“You are such a messy drunk” Even laughs, watching as Isak sticks his tongue out at him in reply. 

“I, ISAK VALTERSEN” he grabs onto the back of the couch trying to lazily lift himself up, and failing as he stumbles back onto his boyfriend. 

“AM THE MASTER OF BEING NOT DRUNK” he finishes, pointing at Even with his practically empty beer bottle. 

Even nods “you’re right baby, you are completely handling this well. i’m sorry” 

Isak lifts his head up triumphantly. 

“you should be”

Even smiles fondly at the love of his life - granted the love of his life is a genius…..but he’s also the kind of guy who ties a Christmas tree star to his head and dances to santa baby on the table in front of every single one of their friends. 

How did he get so lucky? 

“OKAY okay who’s singing about dicks over here?” Eva shouts as she makes her way over to the couch, her face covered in glitter and her hair half tied up in gold tinsel and half cascading down her shoulders. 

“EVAAAAAAAAA” Isak shouts back, practically flinging himself in her arms. 

“ISAAAAAAAAAK” Eva sings, stumbling as she wraps her arm around him. 

“awww look at the drunk buddies” Magnus says over Even’s shoulder, wearing a christmas ornament on each ear like earrings. “they’re so cute” Jonas adds, as Eva begins singing “baby its cold outside” and Isak does his parts by rapping the words. “i said BABY” 

he points at Even who feigns schock as he mouths “me?” 

“ITS’S COLD OUTSIDE 

MY MAMA

WANTS ME

BA BA BA BA

BAAAAACK” 

suddenly everyone in the room is watching his baby’s rap. 

“please tell me someone is recording this” Sana says with a smirk on her lips

“Sanaaaa” Noora warns. 

“hey! if it wasn’t for my blackmailing hobby he’d still be deep throating coke bottles” 

“AYYYYY” Mahdi high fives her while everyones chuckles. 

Even shakes his head in amusement and raises his phone for them to see. “it hurts that you even doubt for a second i wouldn’t be planning on keeping this forever” 

out of the blue a strand of tinsel is hitting him in the face. 

he looks up to see a smug isak on the other end of it. 

“oh you wanna play?” Even asks grinning back at his beautiful smiling boyfriend.

Even grabs a hold of his end and pulls and pulls and pulls, bringing his golden boy towards him bit by bit. 

by the time he makes it to the couch Even gives the tinsel one last tug which causes Isak to fall in his lap. 

Isak wraps his arms around Even’s neck and breathes him in as his nose grazes against his cheek and his forehead presses against his own. 

“hi” Even whispers

“I REALLY CAN’T STAAAAAAY” Isak sings right in his ear which both deafens Even and makes him burst into bright, intense laughter that fills the entire room.

Isak presses his lips against Even’s and then says without removing his mouth, “have i ever told you i love it when you laugh” 

Even grins “once or twice” 

Isak melts in his embrace and rests his head against the nook of Even’s neck. “good” he says quietly before falling asleep in Even’s arms. 

There is a flash as Vilde takes a photo of them like that, Isak wrapped in his arms, asleep and peaceful and safe; and Even looking at him like he was every single star in the sky, the moon and the sun. 

“guys i think i’m gonna take him home” Even whispers as he points at the angel with the star on his head and the sparkles of gold tinsel spread across his cheeks. 

later that night as they are sleeping, wrapped around each other; lips pressed to their necks, hearts and hands and legs entwined; Isak wakes up again. 

and he wakes up to a sleeping Even, beautiful and elegant and strong. 

his world

his light

his safety net

and then he says quietly “I never used to like the holidays. It reminded me how alone i am and how broken my family is.” 

he leans forward and kisses every inch of his life’s face before lying back against the pillows and letting sleep take him as he says into the dark- 

“but now i have you” 

[rllymilerlly]

HERE A SNEAK PEEK OF THE WIP IM WORKING ON

(Tagging @i-like-pink-lolzz since u wanted a Peek)

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Gaz felt the breeze blow against her face, the faint smell of manure and hat tingling at her nose, softly drawing her out of her light slumber. She opened her eyes slowly, allowing them time to adjust to the harsh summer sun. Lifting her head enough to just barely see out the window, the grass fields pass by, spotting a heard of cows in the distance. They must be close.

She stretched out her arm as best as she could in her tiny seat, feeling her joints crack as she reached across the dashboard.

“Oh sick Gaz you’re awake. I was starting to worry we were going to have to wake you up ourselves,” Dib chuckled nervously.

Gaz turned to look at her brother. He was meticulously looking at the road, hands at a perfect 10 and 2 on the wheel. Dib was never typically one to follow the rules of the road, but whenever Zim was in the car, he followed every regulation to a T. Not to ease Zim’s nerves, but just to stop him from constantly hovering over Dib’s shoulder ready to grab the wheel at a given moment. At the thought of Zim, Gaz glanced back through the rear view mirror to see what the little alien was up to and held back the urge to snap a photo at the sight.

He was sprawled across the back seat of the van with a quilt draped over him. His head was laying on the window. The black flat brim cowboy hat he wore to cover his antennae casted a shadow over his resting eyes. On top of his chest he was holding a “sleeping” Gir who was also half out of his disguise. Before she looked away she noticed one of Zim’s eyes peaking back at her through the mirror. She stuck her tongue at him, which he quickly returned before noticing Gir starting to stir. He rolled his eyes and closed his eyes again and allowed Gir to snuggle up closer to his collar.

Zim did this every now and again, pretended to be asleep to calm Gir down. That way they could all have some peace and quiet for a little while. Gaz had a running theory Gir did the same thing to calm Zim’s nerves as well, but she wasn’t about to share it with anyone. And let the two sleepless creatures have their moments of rest.

She checked her phone, secretly thankful Zim and Dib upgraded all of their devices to have service virtually anywhere in their star system. She had a few DM’s from her gaming buddies asking if she wanted to play later, an email from her Game Slave internship about an upcoming project, and finally a text from her dad wishing them a good time. She sighed to herself. As much as she was happy to do anything for her family, she couldn’t lie to herself that this wasn’t exactly her first choice to spend her summer.

Who wants a sneak peak of the iz fic im working on

[gkingoffez]

Worry and Starlight

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Words: 2,329

Summary:  Ezra falls asleep holding his lightsaber. Kanan and Zeb worry about it.

AO3 | FFN.Net

Night time on the sparsely populated farming planet they’d landed on to escape Imperial detection turned out to be pleasantly warm, so much so that the crew (barring Hera and Chopper, who had stayed in orbit on the Ghost running repairs and making sure they hadn’t been followed) had all decided to sleep outside next the Phantom, instead of cramming onto the small ship’s floor like they usually did.

This turned out to be the best decision they’d made all week, as the planet had little-to-no light pollution (a rarity in the civilised galaxy), meaning that the stars were clear, bright and numerous once the red sun had set. They twinkled through the atmospheric dust with a dazzling clarity usually only seen through the window of a spaceship.

Ezra, used to densely populated planets like Lothal and Garel, had looked up with abject wonder in his eyes. He, Kanan and Sabine had spent a couple of hours on the first night just lying on their backs, trying to point out familiar star systems and using a chart Sabine had on her holopad to identify local constellations and the myths surrounding them.

Zeb had watched them with amusement, privately agreeing that compared to some of the skies he’d had slept under before, this one wasn’t too shabby.

They were just there let an Imperial trail cool off before heading back to Lothal. Kanan had parked them next to a rocky outcrop on a small mountain range that bordered an endless horizon of farmland. The rocks offered good protection from the wind and kept them hidden from any overhead traffic, which was sparse in and of itself. It had been safe and quiet so far, with Sabine mostly reading, Zeb taking the time to thoroughly clean his bow-rifle and Kanan and Ezra getting in some quality lightsaber training with Ezra’s brand new, freshly built lightsaber.

While it may have seemed like a holiday, none of them were foolish enough to let their guard down, even in the vast, lonely landscape; the crew was ready to pack up and leave the moment Hera warned them of an approaching Imperial presence from hyperspace.

On the third night, Zeb swapped over watch with Sabine and trudged his way back down the rocks into camp. He barely spared the stars above him any thought, now used to them, instead fantasising about his comfortable bunk back on the Ghost which was far more appealing than his lumpy bedroll. It was probably petty to wish so considering he’d had far worse in his life, but if there was one luxury that Garazeb Orrelios prized above all others, it was a comfortable night’s sleep.

Jumping down beside the Phantom, Zeb made straight for his bedding, intent on unrolling and falling into it as quickly as he could. However, he stopped partway there when he noticed Kanan’s own bed was conspicuously empty.

Casting a quick look around the small campsite, he found the errant Jedi almost immediately, armour and shoes absent and kneeling a few feet away from a sleeping Ezra. Ezra’s bed was the furthest away from the ship, as the kid had jokingly pulled it as far from Zeb as he’d could on the first day, citing it as an opportunity to ‘get away from the smell for once’. Zeb had almost pushed him down the hill for it.

The night was cloudless, and in the light of the stars it was bright enough for Zeb to see that Kanan was frowning intently. As Zeb watched, he cautiously reached his hand forward as if to touch Ezra’s sleeping body, only to reconsider it and then pull back.

Weird, Zeb thought.

He yawned, feeling his bedroll call to him across the way. They’d walked a fair distance down the hill and across the plains to the nearest settlement for fresh supplies that day, and he was owed a good night’s rest- even if the sleeping bag was lumpy and the ground hard. But then he glanced again at Kanan, who was anxiously running a hand through his loose hair, and sighed. Some things you just couldn’t ignore.

“Kanan?” Zeb said quietly, his words carrying through the quiet night. “You… right there?”

Kanan nodded, not surprised by Zeb’s presence and still frowning his weirdly shaped eyebrows. He again half-reached for Ezra and aborted the move awkwardly when the kid flinched in his sleep.

“Yeah, Zeb, fine. I’m just not sure what to, uh, do,” Kanan finally replied at a low whisper. Zeb recognised an undertone of panic there that put him on low alert, and he set a hand cautiously on the bow-rifle strapped to his back.

“Something wrong with the kid?” Zeb asked, pricking his ears up and trying to search out any possible danger. Sabine was up on the top of the rocky outcrop and had a clear view three-sixty degree view of the landscape, but it was always possible that either of them had missed something

“Potentially,” Kanan said back, now rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. “It, uh, might not be a problem but at the same time it, uh…” In lieu of further explanation, the Jedi gestured uselessly towards Ezra.

Now curious and more awake than before, Zeb tiptoed across the camp to see what the problem was. He crouched onto his knees beside Kanan and frowned down at the sleeping kid. Nothing immediately seemed to be out of the ordinary; Ezra still had the same dark brown skin tone, floppy hair and ratty old orange jumpsuit, but Zeb couldn’t see-

“Oh,” Zeb said, his ears flattening against his skull. “I can see why that might be a problem.”

Ezra, apparently forgoing covers in the warm night air, was curled into a ball on top of his sleeping back with the bedding twisted around him like a nest. Clutched to his chest like a stuffed toy was his new lightsaber.

Zeb turned to Kanan, worried.

“Er… the safety’s on that thing, right?”

“I think so. I hope so, it should be. Yes.”

“But it still might be dangerous if he rolls on it the wrong way.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.”

“So what are we gonna do then, take it off him?”

Kanan sighed and tucked an errant lock of brown hair back behind his ear. “I know I’d sleep much better if we did.”

Zeb shook his head. “He won’t like that. Kid’s still got street mentality, who knows how he’ll react to someone trying to steal ‘is stuff.”

He’d shared a room with the kid for months, and there were still nights where he took a trip to the ‘fresher and startled the kid awake on accident just by standing too close to the bunk. Something sad clenched at Zeb’s heart every time he saw the kid’s wild, unfocused eyes ram open as he tried to scramble away only to hit the back wall.

“I know, I know,” whispered Kanan. “And if he’s startled, he still might hurt himself.”

They both turned to contemplate the sleeping kid before them. Zeb knew there had been nights he’d held his bow-rifle similarly in his sleep, ready to jump up and fight at a moment’s notice. Sabine, he knew, also had a habit of sleeping with her blasters in hand, and he didn’t doubt that both Hera and Kanan had a weapon easily in reach at all times.

The difference, however, was that they were all trained soldiers to an extent, while Ezra had only months ago been a civilian; not only that, but a child civilian, potential Jedi notwithstanding.

“Hey, what if you just, ya’ know, use the Force to get it off him?” Zeb asked in a low tone, flapping his hands about for emphasis. Mystical powers were beyond him, but that didn’t mean they weren’t useful to have.

Kanan turned his frown on Zeb.

“And how’s that any different from just taking it with my hands?” he said with a note of incredulity.

Zeb shrugged. “Dunno, just a thought.”

Suddenly, Ezra mumbled something indistinct in his sleep, and the both of them froze, staring at him. The kid didn’t wake up, however, instead rolling from his side onto his back, and, most importantly clutching the lightsaber in closer so that it was almost tucked under his chin.

Zeb grimaced and flattened his ears again. The end that the deadly laser sword came out of was now pointed directly into Ezra’s neck.

Karabast, that’s no good.

Beside him, Kanan had brought his hands up and clasped them together in front of his mouth and nose. Zeb wondered if he was trying not to scream in frustration.

The Jedi released a long, tension riddled breath.

“Okay, I can’t take this anymore. Zeb, we’re gonna need to wake him up and get him to hand it over. Without startling him, preferably.”

“You sure? The safety’s probably on and he’s been complaining all afternoon about bein’ tired.”

“I’d prefer him complaining in the morning than accidentally running himself through in the night.”

“I think anyone would prefer that, mate.”

“It’s the best option and it’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Alright, alright, I’m not arguing with you, karabast. Just wake ‘im up if you think that’s best,” Zeb said, holding his hand up placatingly.

Kanan opened his mouth as though to say more, then seemed to realise that it wasn’t necessary. In the starlight, Zeb suddenly noticed the dark bags under the human man’s eyes. So he wasn’t the only one just hoping to go to bed around here. How long had Kanan been sitting there before Zeb had come back?

“Alright, let’s do it.”

Zeb briefly clasped Kanan’s shoulder, then stood up and took a few steps back. Kanan raised a questioning eyebrow at him in response.

“What?” Zeb whispered. “You’re the one worried about a jumpy kid with a lightsaber, I’m just taking precautions.”

Kanan rolled his eyes, and then turned back to the kid. He exhaled heavily.

“Ezra,” Kanan said, louder than his previous tone but still not quite at a normal speaking volume. “Ezra, buddy, I’m gonna need you to wake up.” He didn’t try to reach out again.

There was a tense few moments of nothing, and then Ezra twitched and sighed. His blue eyes flew open, and turned to look at the both of them in annoyance.

Tension seemed to ease in Kanan’s shoulders. “Alright Ezra, good. Sorry for waking you, but-”

“Yeah yeah, I know,” Ezra said loudly, startling them both.

“Know what, kid?” Asked Zeb.

“I woke up a few minutes ago and I’ve been listening to you two bicker. I think got the gist of it,” Ezra groaned tiredly, rubbing at his eyes and then stretching out his limbs until his joints cracked. “Karabast, if I give you the lightsaber now will you guys leave me alone? Some of us are actually trying to sleep here.”

Kanan and Zeb exchanged an incredulous look, Kanan blinking through his confusion.

“If you’ve been awake and listening, why didn’t you speak up before now?” said the Jedi, annoyed.

Ezra growled like an irritated loth-cat and thrust the lightsaber towards Kanan.

“Look, the safety’s on. There was no danger. I’m not that stupid, Kanan.”

As soon as Kanan took the weapon, Ezra rolled over and curled into an even tighter ball than before on top of his bedding nest, his back to them. It was an obvious dismissal if Zeb had ever seen one.

Kanan, however, hadn’t seemed to have taken the hint. He was looking down at the lightsaber in his hand, and Zeb half expected his eyebrows to fall off entirely from the frown workout they’d been getting.. “Ezra, there was no way to know what could have happened if you’d-”

“Come on, mate,” interjected Zeb. “You got the thing off him, end of story. Let’s just go to bed, it’s late and we’re all tired.” He yawned for emphasis.

Kanan looked to argue, but in a moment his shoulders sagged and fight was kicked out of him.

“Alright, Ezra. I’m leaving your lightsaber here in reach if you need it.” He placed the weapon on the ground, and added a, “Goodnight.”

Ezra did not respond, and Zeb suspected it wasn’t because he’d already fallen back asleep.

“G’night,” Zeb said. He patted at Kanan’s shoulder comfortingly, before stomping across the camp to his own spot.

Now that the excitement was done, tiredness pulled at Zeb’s eyelids and limbs, and he collapsed gratefully on the bedroll as soon as it unfurled. Not even the lumps and hardness would stop him from falling asleep.

Zeb settled down on his back, his hands tucked behind his head as a pillow. He gazed at the thick blanket of twinkling stars above him and spied the bright tail of a meteor or something burning up on atmospheric entry. It wasn’t the worst place they’d ever hidden, but it was far too quiet for Zeb’s liking. If all went well, tomorrow Hera would radio to say that it was time to leave, and they would return to the Ghost and the privacy of their respective bunks.

And maybe when they were back, Zeb would start making sure Ezra left his lightsaber on the bench in their shared room, if for nothing else than for the sake of Kanan’s poor nerves.

Zeb closed his eyelids, and his ears pricked in the direction of the sounds Kanan made as he shuffled into his own bed. It wouldn’t be long until Sabine came and woke the Jedi up for his own watch shift.

Everything eventually settled, and Zeb found himself drifting off.

“I don’t think you’re stupid, Ezra,” came Kanan’s voice through the quiet air after a few minutes. “But you can never know with those things, and I was worried about you.”

“You don’t have to be,” was Ezra’s equally soft and muffled reply.

There was a pause.

“Yeah I do. Of course I do.”

Inspiration: @eyeloch made a post about the various things Ezra has cuddled in his sleep, and his lightsaber was one of them and I was immediately like ‘buT kANAn’s REaCtiON’.

Ngl I did this from Zeb’s POV because, much like with ‘Push’, I feel kinda bad for neglecting some of the characters and only focusing on Kanan and Ezra. I think at this point tho the only one of the main crew I haven’t written is Chopper, which might be interesting to do one day. Let me know how you think I did with Zeb, guys, I think it was alright.

Also, this has literally an entire page of exposition because I am apparently unable to write without building out the scene first. I debated whether all that stuff actually fit with the fic, buuuuuuuuut screw it I like it so it stays.

G out. *cha cha’s real smooth away*

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Bugless! Part 2

Alright lets do this!

*Warnings though, Guzma here is gonna go soft for a bit like crying soft. If you don’t like it that’s ok. This one is very long. That’s another warning. Nothing inappropriate*

“Be my fwem!” A small child said to a wimpod who was cornered. The wimpod looked for a way out but was soon picked up by him. “Imma call you wimpy! Lets be best fwems!” he gave him a poké bean his mom gave him. The wimpod sniffed the bean questionably and ate it. He chattered and chirped with glee! “Come on sweetie lets go home! We got to catch the ferry!” the little boy’s mom called to him and he happily ran over to her. “Look mama i got a frem! Uh, i uh mean, Friend!” the mother look down to his level and happily greeted his new pokemon. With a kiss on the forehead, the child and mom went home. That was more than 20 years ago…

Years later his mom got married again. If only it were for the better. “What is wrong with you Guzma!? Why cant you do things right?” a smacking and smashing sound could be heard. Years of abuse left him broken. He was left home alone door locked. “At least i have you Wimpy. I know im never alone when your with me. We’ll leave soon i promise.” In Guzma’s room,

“Come on buddy, ya can’t leave just yet!” Guzma whined as he tried to keep Golisopod from leaving. “We still got…um…lots of training to do yeah! But in here!” Obvious to see that his room/throne room was too small to train in. Golisopod chattered immensely while pushing the door with his strength. “*sigh* ya really wanna go, huh bud? How would ya get there? The place is on another island! And ya know, ya boi hates travel.” Guzma grumbled, he knew he would have to let Golisopod go but he just couldn’t. He didn’t want to be alone…

*While in Plum’s room*

“Aight we’re in, as long as Guzma could stop wrecking the mansion and stop being such a baby.” Plumeria spoke for her and Axel as she tended to his head injury. You were filled with many emotions: how will Guzma handle this? What will he say or do? Is he gonna punch our lights out or rampage like a Tauros? Only one way to find out. Baxter had sent you a text: Baxter Y0 we be outside! Ready to do dis?

While another text came in

Nanu Ok what did he do know and why am i involved?

You I’ll buy you lunch for a week. Delivered if this goes well.

Nanu …..deal

You all gathered at Guzma’s door. Anxiety filled your stomach but you managed to open the door.

“Guzma?” you peeked in the door, only to find a tall white haired boi laying a his bed facing the wall, holding his Golisopod close like he was a wimpod again.

“Go away…” you motioned everyone to come in. “G. Whats going on with ya? Your concerning the grunts. Is it about Golisopod?,” plumeria put her hand on his shoulder only to be shrugged off. “Who cares, whatever. Its none of ya business.”

Baxter and Axel budged in “Boss we’re worried! Yo, you’re scaring us. Man, we want you to perk up! Golisopod’s gotta do his thing ya know?”

“Yeah boss! Chin up!”

“Which one?” Guzma’s smart remark wasn’t helping. “Look guys…just buzz off.”

You shoved Nanu forward and gave him the ‘DO SOMETHING YOU OLD COP’ look. He heavily sighed and walked over.

“I heard your actions caused a minor to fall off the second floor of this hou-”

“OK NEVERMIND YOU HELPED ENOUGH. SAY GOODBYE TO LUNCH” you pushed Nanu to the side. “*sigh* I’ll handle this.”

You approached Guzma. “Guzma, your summer is going to be bugless.”

Oh no.

He got up and looked at you…wide eyed and blinked twice…Tears overflowed from his eyes.

Here it comes. With a deep breath… *long gasp*

“AAAAAHHHH! *hic* *hic* AHHHHH!” he held his Golisopod tightly and nuzzled his head into its body. If you didn’t know any better you’d say a toddler took over the team. You think you lost hearing in your right ear and turned around to see everyone covering their ears. “Smooth move kid, now what!?” Nanu had to scream to talk to you. “He had to hear it. He’s gotta let it all out!” you screamed back. You had never seen Guzma cry nor crack under stress. This was a first. You found it to be surprising…ly cute.

“IDON'TWANT'EMTOGO! *sniffle* *hic* *hic* I DONT WANNA BE ALONE-WAAAAAHHH!” your heart broke hearing that. You had completely forgotten about their DEEP connection.

Nanu was once again dragged in. “Uh, ugh ok. There there, uh yeah. It’ll be ok. You’ll see him in a few months.”

“Months!? MONTHS!!?” Smooth move Nanu.

“WAAAAAHHHHAAAHHH!” He hugged Golisopod as if he was on his death bed, he didnt wanna let go. Good thing golisopod was used to his huge strengrh.

“What now!? Do something!” plumeria told you. “Im sure he ain’t got much let in there!” you responded.

You waited another 10 minutes

“Feel better?” you put your hand on Guzma’s shoulder

He sniffled twice before responding “mm-hmm…”

No he wasn’t. He darn right Bawled his eyes out again gripping at his pokemon.

Even though male golisopods were tough, they knew emotions and TLC was a must. He chattered and clicked at Guzma. Pulling him away while attempting to wipe away his tears with one of this claws. He made a sound of concern. And lifted guzma in his arms. Guzma was taken back by this gesture. Golisopod’s pokemon senses kicked in, cradling him close while making chattering sounds of comfort. Only Guzma knew him well enough to know he meant to say ‘I’ll be back before you know it! Please don’t cry.’ Guzma tried to stop crying. He just didn’t want his bestest friend and beloved pokemon to go even for one day. You and the others saw this and Plumeria, Axel and Baxter joined in to hug. Even Axel and Baxter started to cry-wait what? Why?

“Uh, why are you two crying?” you asked.

“It hurts to see the boss in pain!” Baxter said

“Im crying cuz you ain’t crying y-yo!” Axel said while looking at you

“Wha-? Why me? What about Nanu?”

“He’s cryin’ on the inside!” Axel told you.

You looked at Nanu. He simply looked back and said, “Its true.”

Guzma managed to stop. And the ringing in your ears stopped too.

“Ya think theres a third wave coming?” Nanu asked. “Naw i think he’s good.” you replied while petting Guzma’s head.

He tried to manage his breathing. Looking down blushing in utter embarrassment and defeat. All you heard for a few minutes were sniffles and hiccups while Nanu actually had to go over and help him breathe properly by saying ‘breathe. Good, your doing great. Good boy.’ I guess Nanu was useful for something.

“….thanks for checkin’ on me…Yeah.” you and the others smiled as a sign of thanks.

“Oh, A, sorry ya got hurt and all. I heard from the other side of the door. And the both of ya’s…TELL ANYBODY ABOUT THIS AND IMMA BEAT YA DOWN SO HARD YOU’LL BE SEEING MORE THAN STARS.”

“Y-y-es sir! Glad your better!” they said spuddered.

“Now, Guzma you ready to take Golisopod to route 8?” you asked him.

He looked down then to his Golisopod. He smirked and nodded his head. “Lets go.”

The trip to Akala Island was brief. You and Guzma decided to go together. A and B stayed to guard the place, plumeria stayed to train and forget she ever saw her boss like that. Nanu just didn’t want to go. Sounded fair.

“Aight bud,” he squeezed his claw a bit. “We’ll be back in a month. A'promise!” Golisopod chattered in confirmation and walked into the area. Guzma’s eyes lit up so much when he saw Golisopod go to the EXACT spot where they first met. He teared up a bit and waved goodbye.

It was late to go back to Ula'Ula so you two stayed at the hotel on route 8. You and Guzma were sound asleep, you slept on top of his chest. He was ok with it. some chipping sounds were heard from the window. You jolted up and tried to wake him up.

“Psst. Guzma, guzma.”

“Mmmm…eeeh, what. What is it?” you groggily got up holding you so you didn’t fall off the small bed.

“Theres something at the window.”

“Its just a golisop-GOLISOPOD!?”

Golisopod was signaling you two to come outside. It seems he had something to show you two!

You both walked out of the room in the summer breeze. As he guided you both, you were surprised to see so many Wimpods and Golisopods in one place. Man if only you brought your camera. They chattered and chirped a melody so wonderful the moon shined ever so bright. Golisopod showed you guys the spot where they first met and you two were greeted by pokemon eggs and a shiny Golisopod who seemed to be his partner.

As you got closer Guzma pointed something out “look they’re hatching! We came right on time!” you were puzzled. You didn’t really know how their hatching worked. The chattering melody grew louder and more enchanting and all the eggs around you two lit up!

“Whoa…..” you were mesmerized!

Wimpods were hatching left and right. You looked up to see Guzma’s reaction and you were so glad to see him happy. He looked intrigued and in love with all the new arrivals. He scratched and played with all the wimpods running around. They even laied on his head. He honestly looked like a kid at a candy store.

“Wow this is what he would'a missed if i didnt let him go…sorry buddy for being a lousy jerk.” Golisopod playfully punched Guzma’s back. The sun started to rise and all the Wimpods either went into the sea or dug into a cave. All the Golisopod went off to the sea or to their owners. “Well looks like we gotta go bud. See ya in a month.” Guzma walked off when he felt a tug at his hoodie. “Guzma, uh i think its over. I’m no genius at this but he doesnt seem to have a reason to be here anymore.” Golisopod walked over and got the ultra ball from Guzma’s hoodie pocket. Before he went inside, He put his head of Guzma’s head as a sign of thanks and pushed the button.

“What an experience. Come on Guzma lets go back to the mansion im exhausted.”

You walked to the hotel to pack your things, Guzma was right behind you holding his ultra ball. “ yeah, lets go home, frem.” he chuckled at the stupid remark he made. He didn’t regret it though.

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A Bloom In Time Ch 8

(Warning: Death Scene ahead. The third floor is the same cut third floor in the video here and all the things described are here as well. Only behind the door is something different for the story. And Snatcher's dialogue came from the video of the cut content as well. )

The guards marched the poor woman now panicking in their grip flailing about, trying to get out of their grip like a fly in a cold spiderweb to no avail. The two giant guards marched noisily towards somewhere unknown as the third floor rooms and hallways passed them as they marched with seemingly no regard for the woman yelling and pulling between them. Eventually marching down one hallways in particular with a double door room at the end of it, heavy and thick with chains and locks fit for a dungeon instead of a bed room. The two guards went right up to it and before Poppy could even yell out peck again- She was tossed in rather hard. She landed with a giant thud sound and yelped out as her body landed with the freezing cold floor. And it only began to get colder and COLDER!! Poppy groaned from the pain but those blue eyes snapped open at the sudden noise of doors slamming behind her. Panic and adrenaline pumping through her veins and she stumbled to her feet as fast as she could. The rattling of chains and clicking of heavy locks made her fear spike worse and she went to it as fast as she could grabbing the door knob and pushing.

"HEY!! WHAT THE PECK!? LET ME OUT!!" The heavy doors creaked from her pushing and pulling and desperately turning the knob. The floor shaking lightly with the heavy footsteps of the guards walking away. The realization of them walking away made her more desperate to get out, and she now went to banging on the door. "H-HEY!! DO YOU LUGNUTS HEAR ME?! I SAID I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING OK?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT IM SORRY OK!! PLEASE!! LET ME GO!! I SWEAR TO YOU I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING THAT CRAZY SHADOW LADY SAID!!"

She got no reply and could hear them getting and farther away, panicking she tore herself away from the door. Heart hammering in her ears and eyes scrambling around the dark room for any signs of escape to no avail. No windows. No other doors. Nothing. The coldness was starting to creep in now and the shadows of the room got closer....and closer...... Her panting became faster and in a moment of desperation, she backed all the way to the other side of the empty room and looked at the door. Bracing herself, she ran as fast as she could across the room and rammed her shoulder as hard as she could into the heavy duty door. A thud rang out but there wasn't even a dent in the thick would. Leaving her only falling to the ground and reaching up to rub her sore shoulder from the ramming. The cold slowly creeped closer and closer and the shadows swallowed her whole until her world fell into a black slumber for a thousand years.

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Until her awakening years later.

The silence of the frost was an almost empty numb feeling until that jolt of energy shot through, and their was a gasp of air sucked into those newly awakened lungs that coughed and sucked in breaths. Like she had been under water for such a long time. It was dark. And it was cold. And she was scared. But the energy.....It was so big. And so bright light energy. It seemed to chase the darkness away. The sore, numb, stiff limbs moved in what seemed like forever. It was so hard and she shivered from the cold she still felt. Where was she?.....What happened?.....What was that bright light? 

Poppy weakly managed to move her sore, cold body into pushing her front half up and looking around the room....She was...She was still in this prison? What happened? All she remembered was a crazy snow storm, and guards, and the last thing she remembered just being thrown inside here. In the dark her slow blinking eyes could vaguely make out the door. She...She must've knocked herself out from ramming into the door. Gotta admit not her most proudest moment or best idea. How long was she even out?...Didn't matter. All she knew was that she was still stuck in that room and needed to get out before that crazy shadow lady or guards decided to come back. And get away from this frozen wasteland as fast as possible. Willing herself onto her hands and knees, and crawled to the door and began weakly pushing and banging on it. Maybe someone would come and hear her out about her story.

And someone came.

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Out of all the parts of the mansion she'd been in, the third floor was by fair the most creepy and she REALLY doubted anyone other than her and Snatcher had ever gotten this far up in the manor before and escaped Vanessa's wrath. The mafia men. Snatcher's subjects. Those Explorer guys. Rough Patch. That weird....ghost thing?? That one image made her shiver, but at least they were far away from this place now. But still. This place was creepy with a capital C. She was SURE she'd rather fight a hundred Snatcher's with an army of ghost behind him rather than explore one room of this third floor. Her ghostly friend wasn't kidding when he said Vanessa went off her deep end. The entire third floor was just COVERED wall to wall in literal newspapers. Very, VERY old timey newspapers where each one had to be hand written with an ink and pen, and copy machines weren't even a thought. She tried reading one before but found she couldn't make anything out other than maybe one or two old faded words. Some had old pictures but those were too faded to be made out too. But what she could read was Vanessa's crazy black paint scribbles painted throughout the entire place. Most were 'PRINCE', 'PRINCESS', 'QUEEN', 'KINGDOM', and VERY scarily 'HAPPILY EVER AFTER'. Along with multiple drawings of a crown here and there. But those weren't the only writings on the walls. She guessed Vanessa had at least a bit of sanity left before she lost it all because she found some full blown sentences and pictures around the place when she first explored it too. Some very weird things. In one room with a clawed chair she found a blue and green picture of a moon she guessed with an annoyed red face and a yellow crown on it's head. Not too sure what that was all about. Then there was another drawing of the moon phases over a curved line and under it looked like two eyes and a monicule similar to Moonjumper's but she didn't wanna think about that. Then there was the spooky eye and solor system diagram.  And then there was the weird mural thing, looked like someone just spray painted a basic green land, blue sky, and bright sun or moon in the same colors used to draw that weird frowning moon picture. Vanessa must've been REALLY off her rocker, but what spooked her the most weren't the pictures or newspapers, but the very strange three fancy cursive writing sentences she found among them all. She still remembered them.

"The Prince loves the moon so much MAYBE HE SHOULD MARRY IT THEN MAYBE HE CAN GIVE ME MORE ATTENTION!!" She remembered Snatcher and Moonjumper saying he loved to watch the moon and stars when he was alive. So she guessed Vanessa was jealous of him loving the moon and stars as a hobby just as much as when she was Jealous over bacon. "My prince Im sorry what happened to your home I just didn't like to see you go It's alright now you can't miss it and neither will I." Hattie felt even MORE sorry for the two ghosts when she read that. They never had a chance. "I know it was weird how I said it! I just didn't want you to get unbound. All I want was for you to never leave this house." YEP!! REALLY WEIRD AND VERY OBSESSIVE!!!

She still crept forward keeping her umbrella handy and looking left and right throughout the dark. Yeah, Vanessa was still unconscious, human, and trapped inside a bathroom with no escape, but that still didn't help Hattie feel better. I mean any second she was expecting to see or her stupid, scary ghost self pop up around a corner or coming out of one of the rooms. THAT LADY WAS NUTS!!! The small creaking sounds of banging continued up ahead and the child pointed the umbrella forward, ready to blast anything at a moment's notice. She wondered for a moment if Snatcher had been right, and there really was no one up there, that it was all just the wind. Though she never heard anything like that before, she also never saw anyone frozen so maybe he was right....But that didn't sound like wind. As she tiptoed by she saw an old camera and remembered Snatcher's interference with her trying to get the time piece from the attic. Who knew he could shapeshift to look just herself. She still remembered it like it was yesterday, a camera flash then came the noodle she knew and loved to mess with. He didn't like her winning too much.

"Hey, hey now! No reason to throw a fist at your old buddy! Ha ha ha ha! What are you doing up here?" Then he appeared in the light from the camera "Don't you know she'll go mental if she catches you?" NNnnnooo. Really? She would've thought Vanessa was just chasing her to come and eat cookies like she said, not definitely turn her into an ice statue. So she asked him what he was doing there interfering with the contract they had. "What me? Im just looking for some dirt on my old friend the Moonjumper. Poor fellow. Doesn't even know he used to live here." She  SEVERELY doubted that. When she first met Moonjumper he seemed super aware of the fact Vanessa was his ex lover and Hattie suspected that Snatcher was just mocking him which confirmed her suspicions with the next sentence. "Eeeeevery time I bring him something from this place he almost wets his bed in fear. Ha ha ha ha!" YEP! Moonjumper def knew who Vanessa was.  "Subcon Forest isn't big enough for the two of us you know. And now you, a little girl, is trying to enter the fight for the forest as well? My, my. That won't do. You need to go or else she'll come up here and find you, right? I guess it would be a terrible misfortune if the key disappeared. Ha ha ha ha!" Oh yes. The good mindset he had that everyone was trying to take his forest and admitted at first he thought she was trying t invade his forest since he heard a lot about alien invasions.  Then she had to go around chasing him while dodging Vanessa when he stole the key to the attic from her. "Ha Ha! It's mine! What are you gonna do?Don't you know you can't hurt a shadow?" .....Yeah. She got it back, but he was a sore loser as always.  "You want the key? Take it! It's yours! I don't need it anyway and you won't be needing it either when she catches you! Ha ha ha!!" Jokes on him! She never will and he always lost to her! 

But right now she'd give anything to hear that loud mouth yell at her, or the sweet voice of Moonjumper. But instead she heard nothing but the sounds of the smaller  banging like the wind hitting the roof over and over again, but it didn't come from above. It came from right in front of her. She crept forward ever so slowly, the lightning lighting up the room every few moments as the child tip toed her way down the hall and towards the noise until it lead her face to face down a long stretch of hallway. It was dark and lead all the way down to that weird heavily locked door she had scene when she first got here. At first she thought it was the attic but the key Snatcher stole from her way back when didn't fit, so she just assumed it was more of Vanessa's crazy stuff. But the noises.....they were coming from the inside of the door. The chains were swaying lightly with each small bang from what she could see from the lightning. The rusty chains and locks shone in the light as well as the giant signs painted on it that read "STAY OUT" and "NEVER OPEN" and "TURN AROUND". Since when did she listen to signs, she slowly inched forward and brandished her umbrella in front of her just in case. But now this begged the questions. Why was the door making the weird noise? Was someone locked inside the room? How did they get in there? Were they a bad guy? The floor bourds creaked with her footsteps as she approached and after a second the noises completely stopped-.......Which confused the child into raising an eyebrow and walking over to the door. Gazing across the many things holding it shut before gaining up the courage to ask a question.

"Hello?"

There was silence for a good long moment. Tho Hattie couldn't see it, the woman on the other side of the door felt like she was about to cry from relief and happily answered back after another few short seconds.

"H-Hello?"

Hattie obviously jumped at the sudden raspy woman's voice coming from the other side of the door, but after a brief moment she realized with relief it wasn't Vanessa's voice. Then who was it? Another prisoner? She stood on her tip toes ad if trying to peer through the key hole under the doorknob. "Who are you?"

Her. THROAT. WAS. DRIER THAN A SANDSTORM!! It felt like she hadn't drank any water in a hundred years, but she was SO happy someone was even talking to her. This might be the hope she was looking for. The other's voice was clearly female and Poppy wondered old she was. She sounded quite young. "M-My name is Poppy. P-Please let me out *cough cough* I swear I d-d-didn't do anything wrong!"

"How did you get in there? Did Vanessa freeze you too?"

Vanessa? Who's Vanessa? The only Vanessa she knew was the Queen, but despite the Queen's strange behaviors and laws, from the few times she'd seen her in the village she seemed like a lovely lady and the children loved her so much. "I-I d-don't know who Vanessa y-you're referring to, but some crazy *cough* shadow lady made two iron giants kidnapped me and locked me in here. I-I think I've been in here for a couple hours, b-but I assure you I NEVER committed treason against the Queen."

So Vanessa locked her up and froze her too? That sounded like something the crazy old coot would do after all. "Don't worry! Im going to get you out like everyone else!"

Poppy felt her face smile for the first time in hours since she got there. "T-Thank you! B-But hurry! Im not sure when the guards or that shadow lady's going to come back!"

Hattie looked up and around at the old locks and chains all keeping it together. Ok. She didn't have the key and didn't know where it was, probably only Vanessa knew and she wasn't about to go asking the crazy lady for a key, and she probably wasn't physically strong enough to pull them from the door even if they were old and rusty. Snatcher was definitely no use, he'd just flop over like a helpless teddy bear.......But there was one way she could think of.

"Can you walk?"

Poppy blinked at the question. "What?"

"Can you walk? You need to back off the door!"

"Why?"

"Because Im going to blast it open."

Blast it?! Did this  child have dynamite?! Or a canon?! Or did she know some magic? Either way she was not about to get caught in the crossfires of this, so willing her sore and numb body, she dragged herself away from the door to the opposite wall. Her lower half felt like a bowling ball. it hurt. It was like pins and needles on steroids and her legs were really sore and she barely got out of the way before a loud BOOM! was set off behind her that knocked her down face first onto the floor and on instinct her hands slammed down on her head to protect her from the flying splinters of wood and metal that shot out into the room. The blast seemed to have shaken the entire third floor and their was probably no doubt anyone in the entire manor could've heard the blast. Hattie stared at the remains of the doors that remained on the hinges and hummed. Maybe she should've tried picking the lock first just oh well. She just hoped that blast didn't wake up ms goldie crazy locks downstairs. Still brandishing the umbrella, she crept forward towards the door and peeked inside the room once she got close enough hearing movement inside. Inside was a.....woman? A lady with long braided red hair and a face of matching freckles was sitting on her knees staring back at the little girl. Her hands in a position that made Hattie think she must've been dusting debris from the blast off of her and the two stared at each other for a moment before Hattie finally spoke.  "Who are you?" Poppy stared at her for a moment before blinking and replying. "I could ask you the same thing. .....But to answer your question. My name is Poppy. Poppy Rose Bloomington. What's yours, little girl?" She blinked. "Hattie." She finally lowered her umbrella a little bit and watched as Poppy struggled to her feet leaning against the wall. She certainly didn't look very threatening, and she didn't get any dangerous vibes off her. Her vibes were more like DJ Grooves only less fun. So she decided to repeat her question to her once she saw Poppy's wobbling legs. "Can you walk?" Poppy nodded leaning against the wall, her legs felt heavy and like jello, but she HAD to get outta there. "I have no choice! We have to get the peck outta here before someone comes and does something worse than lock us inside a room." She gave another look around at the mess. "....But it looks like you can take care of yourself fine, Little witch." Hattie smiled. "Im not a witch. I just used the magic badge thingy on my umbrella." She swayed her umbrella and followed as Poppy made her way towards the door. "But maybe I am. That could be why Snatcher used to call me a little witch. Can you be a space travelling witch?" Poppy barely paid attention to the little girl but absolutely froze at the sight of the horrifying ruined third floor walls, and the darkness covering them all. ........This wasn- Lightning struck outside the windows and lit up the whole third floor for a minute, revealing the faded papers and words painted all over them. Wha-...What HAPPENED HEAR!? It didn't look like this when she was dragged up here a couple hours ago. There was still snow and the chilly freeze she surely remembered, but the horror tale was new. "W-What happened here?"  Hattie bounded up next to her confused. "What are you talking about? It's always been this creepy. At least that's what Snatcher told me. He used to steal things and scare Uncle Moon with them." She gave the still frozen older lady a look over.....Did she..look familiar somehow? Nah. But that begs the question. What was she going to do now that she found her? Snatcher already told one of his helpers to take everyone to his tree house, and she didn't know any long ways around. Plus judging by Poppy's current state, she didn't think she'd be able to jump over the bridge. She'd just fall into the ravene. ........Well, it seemed like there was only one way to quickly get her out safely before she put the time piece back together was to take her back to her ship, at least until she cleaned up Snatcher's mess. Then she'll take her to Mafia town or something. Hattie grabbed the woman's hand, who flinched at her touch and started pulling her along down the hallway, but stopped when she felt Poppy stumble and almost fall over. "...Are you ok?"  Poppy Nodded. "Uh..Yeah. B-But maybe don't move so fast ok?" Hattie nodded and eagerly began pulling her along down the wall and again Poppy began to glance around in horror around her. ....It surely wasn't this dark when she was first taken up here. How could so much change have happened within just a few hours of her knocking herself out ramming into the door? Things only got worse when the child slowly lead her down the stairs towards the second floor. Poppy vaugly remembering it as she was brought up and thrown in there, but she didn't expect there to be so many claw marks lining the walls, it was much better looking than the third floor for sure and at least with this floor there was candles lit so she could see but that still didn't calm her nerves. Who made these marks? The crazy shadow lady or something else? The creaking of their footsteps echoing throughout the halls, she hoped no one heard them- "KIDDO!! YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLAINATION FOR WHATEVER I HEARD UPSTAIRS, YOUNG LADY!!" "PECK IT, SNATCHER!! SHUT UP WILL YOU!?" "HEY!! IM NOT THE ONE WHO MADE AN EXPLOSION GO OFF!!" "WELL IF VANESSA ISNT AWAKE SHE IS NOW!!" The loud voices made Poppy jump and release herself from the child's grip as she snapped her head wide eyed towards the direction of the voices she had just heard. One sorta distorted and raspy and the other like a proper city gentlemen yelling. The child however just smiled and began bounding her way over to an open door near the front of the hallway and stuck her head in. When Hattie looked inside she saw the two ghosts stuck together already looking in her direction, Snatcher making them scowl at her. She noticed the two had somehow taken the red blanket off the bed and threw it over their shoulders while she was gone. Messing up the bed but at least having something to keep them warm in the meantime. The book opened to page '23'. Snatcher was always a fast reader.  "Hi! Yeah, it was me." "What the absolute PECK were you doing?! Trying to set the building to the ground?!," Snatcher demanded of her. Both Moonboy and himself had noticed the loud BAM noise from somewhere above them. It sounded like a cannon was shot through the side of the building above them shaking the whole house and if it weren't for their current state, Snatcher would've immediately ran up there and seen what had happened for himself, but unfortunately he couldn't without falling flat on their face and had to wait for approaching footsteps to know she was alright. But now she might be in trouble by the ghost. "Are you TRYING to wake the crazy pecker up?! I'd rather NOT have any crazy women screaming their head off about 'her prince' until Im back to normal!...What the PECK even happened?!" "I found a lady!" He rose a brow. "You found a what?" Hattie jabbed a thumb behind her at the still frozen and confused Poppy. "I found a lady locked in that room upstairs. The one with all those scary locks, she's wearing a funny apron." Snatcher was silent for a moment processing what he had just heard. A woman was inside the locked room upstairs? Who? Moonjumper thought of a possible solution really quick. "An apron you say?" Hattie nodded. "Hm. Sounds like one of the old cleaning maids." "Heh. Vanessa would be crazy enough to lock away a cleaning lady in a room with a ton of locks. But what was that noise?" The child held up her umbrella. "The locks wouldn't unlock. So I blasted it to bits!" "You blasted down doors to free a cleaning lady?" ''Hey! I said everyone gets to be free! And It's not like Vanessa can sue me. She's more empty headed than those no-headed statues outside." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" That got a round of laughter from Snatcher that made Poppy flinch outside. From her spot she couldn't see anything inside the room. Not that she wanted too, but now they were smiling. "That's the truest thing you've ever said, Kid!" "Uh huh! Also, Ill be right back! I gotta take her to my ship!" "What? You're leaving me again?!" "Us you creton. But you're leaving after just coming back?" "Im just gonna take her to my ship so she's not turned back into another human-ice statue. And I won't really go back myself." She waved her umbrella at them. "Ill just use this to take her back outside, and come right back! Promise." They stared at her for a moment, before she heard Snatcher grumble and turn back around down to their book. "Make. It. VERY. QUICK!! Ok? We can't just keep delaying this, Kid. I want OUT of this thing as soon as possible!! And that means NOW!!" "It won't take long! Promise." She turned back away from the door smiling and ran back up to Poppy. The woman blinked and looked down at the little girl that grabbed her hand and started tugging her along again. "Come on! Don't step on any glass on the floor. I still have to fix it!" Poppy didn't say anything but she allowed herself to still be dragged away by the child. Hattie lead her around the glass pieces and down to the next flight of stairs waiting to take them to the first floor, footsteps echoing around them. Poppy blinked and couldn't help but look over to the open door as they passed, Snatcher had already turned back to the book with a sour expression and didn't see who Hattie was dragging past the door, though Poppy had see someone wrapped in a blanket and a bit of brown hair sticking out of the blanket. Blinking she turned back to the small child still dragging her away and soon they decended down the second flight of stairs.  "Who w-was that exactly?" "Oh! That's Snatcher. He's my dad. Don't worry about him being scary, he's just a big soon-da-rey." She giggled a little bit confusing the woman a little more. She had no idea what a soon-da-rey was. The first floor wasn't as better from the first. Still cold. Still spooky looking. Still had random claw marks everywhere and she was still looking around in fright. Was that shadow monster going to pop out any moment? Where were the guards? In fact, where was everyone? She hadn't seen a single servant, guard, or even the Queen since she was broken out. Oh she hoped they were ok, she'd hate to know what would've happened if worse case scenario. And on that note of questions, who was this child? How did she and her father get in without getting hurt? Was she a little witch? She sure seemed like it with the blast she just performed. And where was she taking her? Outside hopefully, she'd rather be outside than inside this creepy prison. She glanced down as they passed by the painting Snatcher smashed and winced, Poppy did NOT want to stick around long enough for whoever did all this to come out. SO she rather take her chances with a little witch than a crazy shadow ghost. Hattie didn't stop even as she lead Poppy past the doors which made her turn in their direction and point.  "Where are we going? The front doors are right over there." "I know but they're blocked up by this use snow pile and there's this headless statues that are REALLY creepy and they try to grab you. And I don't think Snatcher would like it if I blasted another door. We have to go this way!" She pointed ahead of them to yet ANOTHER flight of stairs that looked like it lead into the basement. It gave Poppy an off feeling but she still didn't stop the child from pulling her towards it with their footsteps echoing behind them until they decended into the darkness of the stairs. It was overwhelming dark for a moment, before there was a splash and her whole foot suddenly felt wet and cold. One or two candles along the wall lit up the broken down walls and to Poppy's shock, there was water EVERYWHERE on the ground, must've been at least five or six inches deep because as she still allowed her shocked self to be lead through. Her Shoes and ankles getting absolutely cold and soaked, she hoped she wouldn't get sick from the cold. The cold stung herself and she looked around, their watery footsteps echoing around the home and she shivered at a pair of chains lightly clacking against the walls from the breeze coming from yet ANOTHER pair of stairs up ahead and they could see light at the end of the tunnel. As Poppy was lead up the stairs she blinked back away from the sudden cold that blasted her face and crept through her simple dress. As they reached the top of that stairway, blinding white caused her to blink and reach her hands up away from Hattie's grip to rub at her eyes. The storm and cold winds were still blowing, and as Hattie looked around she hummed. No foot prints left by the others, so she had no idea where they went and she'd have to stick to the original 'take lady to my ship' plan, luckily the dome's top let in the moonlight and a surefire way to let them get there. She'd get back by having Snatcher teleport her or using the time piece to teleport her back there, right now she had to hurry and get back to fix said time piece.  "This way quick!" Poppy stumbled as the child regrabbed her hand and pulled her forward almost making her fall flat on her face into the snow. The cold winds made their hair blow around with the snowflakes and the cold felt worse, especially on her wet feet and legs as they trudged through the snow at the insistence of the child until they were a couple yards away from one of the icy dome walls and far from the back of the manor. Hattie seemed pleased as she turned around and smiled at Poppy. Taking the hand she was holding and forcing the umbrella she was holding into it.Poppy blinked confused at the little girl making her hold the umbrella as she lifted it up to inspect it....before looking back to her.  "Sugarcube, I don't think this little thing is gonna be enough shelter from the wind." "It's not for the snow! It's to take you to my ship! Here" She reached up and grabbed the umbrella, fiddling with something Poppy couldn't see because of the wind whipping her hand and snowflakes around herself before she released the umbrella again. "There! Now hold on tight and point it at the moon." "Why?" "Please just do it!" Poppy sighed and looked up towards the moon through the snow and wind. Well, if this little girl really was a witch and trying to help her, maybe this was some kind of teleporting spell? If so she wasn't complaining about escaping the cold, so holding up a shivering arm, she pointed the umbrella up towards the mo- In a flash of blue-white light, Poppy vanished. In her place, a beam of that light shot up towards the sky and Hattie nodded. The umbrella successfully connected with one of the telescopes and she would be safe abourd her ship while she fixed this mess, which is what she seemed to do best around here anyways. Quickly turning back around, she sprinted back towards the manor. She had fixing to do. Poppy meanwhile was experiencing a whole new term to sea sickness, if she was really being teleported to a ship that is. The light and speed made her slam her eyes shut and her stomach sick. She felt like her whole body was being contricted into a thing twig and her knuckles turned white from gripping the handle so hard. She wished this would STOP- And it did. With a giant thud sound she was sent crashlanding to the carpeted floor of a child's bedroom where Bow was reading, worriedly waiting for her friend to come back but jumped and dropped the book at the sudden sight of a red headed lady suddenly crashlanding in their bedroom. The landy tumbled head over feet a few times before landing face first into the mountain of pillows the umbrella landing beside her feet. A few pillows were scattered with her collison and after a couple moments of silence......The woman groaned and weakly reached over to flip her onto her back. .....OK!! That was the LAST and ONLY time she was going to let herself be teleported by a little witch. Still laying on her back she slowly blinked her eyes open and was met with the face of another child with black curly hair. The two stared at each other for a moment before Bow spoke. "Are you ok?...Who are you?"